#KJ rants too much again

[synthshenanigans]

BRO

Im crying

[kaitoushootingstar]

⭐️Good evening.

I never thought I'd make this, but I'm sick and tired of dealing with this shit. Yknow who you are [Maru] if that's even what you want to be called. How does it feel knowing you ruined me and my friends lives?? How does it feel that you harassed my friends and demonized my friends BPD?? Do you feel proud of yourself? Do you feel like you're the shit? Do you feel happy knowing you've made the entire KJ community a hell pit? Do you enjoy seeing people suffer and manipulating them?

You claim that we don't deserve harassment yet you continue to do so, your hypocrisy is painful, you claim you don't like certain things but you've done them before on your old private acc because I've witnessed it. Not to mention how petty you are when it comes to people shipping their ocs with canon characters, yet I've seen YOU do it before so what's wrong with me and others doing it? I noticed how you slightly hint at things that have to do with me and my friends, but what have I ever done to you? You harass people that simply talk to us, we tried to help you, but you wouldn't listen to a damn thing we would say. I also wanna say that I don't care how much you hate a certain character, no one cares, you aren't getting a gold medal for being a "number 1 hater" you're just being annoying as hell and a petty brat. Your strong hatred towards something or a character people like is so fucking weird, you act like they burned down your home or did something horrible to you, I don't have a problem with disliking a character but the way you act is so immature. I barely ever spoke to you and the fact that you don't like me simply because of me talking to my friends is so petty. You would always change the subject whenever we wanted to talk about things we liked, I'm so sick and tired of hearing pholue this and pholue that, let us speak for once about something that isn't about that stupid fire bird and pirate for once. You also seem to love bullying small children when they make their own fanfiction, children should be allowed to have fun and be creative when they make their writing, and ranting about "cute girl ocs in the kj fandom" there's nothing wrong with that, I know damn well that it was hinting at my main KJ oc, don't fucking deny that because I know you, you blocked my parody acc that was made simply for fun, no harm, only for fun. And it's very ironic considering she is one that is shipped with a canon character, so stupid how you get mad at people for having fun and doing things that are FUCKING NORMAL

You constantly pull the "IM A MINOR!2!1!1!" card, guess what? I am too, how do you think you're gonna get anywhere in life doing that shit? You aren't, your gonna grow up to be an adult and the hard life is gonna hit you like a fucking truck. This has been going on for a year now and you need to fucking get over it, we TRIED to help you but once again you wouldn't listen, we would try to poke jokes and have fun but you would get mad. We didn't do anything to hurt you, and the fact that you basically made us look like bad guys is fucking wrong and sickening, do you know how hard it is to try and talk to people now without them knowing that you spoon fed them lies about us??? You need to just get off the internet ENTIERLY, and go outside and get some fresh air and grass [it might help you] I just want to continue living my life with my friends and do my writing in peace without your noisy obnoxious ass.

You've made the KJ community a hell pit, you've upset my friends and myself, you've ruined everything for everyone. Everything was so peaceful until you decided to run your loud mouth to everyone. I'm so sick and tired of you and hope your sorry ass learns a lesson. I'm done trying to be calm and be nice. The world doesn't revolve around you, and telling lies isn't gonna get you anywhere, fuck off and leave me the HELL alone and my friends.

Grow the fuck up and leave me and my friends alone.

[technowoah]

Can you do a Karl x fem!reader where Karl keeps giving her gifts(flowers, armor etc) and reader is just really oblivious? Ty

I thought I was being obvious

THANKS FOR THE REQUEST! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. I made it romantic if you didn't mind.

C!Karl Jacobs x fem!reader

⚠︎ fluff, mentions of weapons, im switching between 3rd person and 1st person but its all the same person (the reader)

It simply started with a chest full of flowers at her door step. When she opened the small chest every flower that she could imagine was inside, it was like someone picked every single one of those flowers from a huge field.

She had to try and bring those flowers back into the house so she decided in a moment of bliss to pick up the flowers from the box, instead of lifting the chest all together. Her arms were engulfed with tons of flowers tickling her nose while unkown to her a note was left on the grass beside the chest that held the flowers she is currently taking inside her house.

Dear my love,

I hope you enjoyed the flowers and I hope that you will accept this as an offer as a date, for us to be together for a small amount of time so that I can confess my feelings for you, but for now I hope that you can notice my advances. I would love to go on a date with you soon!

Love, Karl ♡︎

1st person

The next day was like no other day with you going out to either mine, or help and hang out with friends close by. She had ran into Tommy earlier and walked around with him while letting him talk and yell her ears off until they both ended up separating both having other people to attend to. Tommy went with Ranboo, which was unusual, while she went to Karl who was wandering around his house.

"Karl!" You said while waving the man in the colorblock hoodie.

"Oh hey y/n! Whats up?" Karl waved as you made your way back over to Karl where he was standing in the grass.

"I just had a walk with Tommy until he went with Ranboo for some reason, but I wanted to talk to you-"

"Really?!" Karl's eyes widened until he regained his composure.

"Yeah I wanted to check up on you! Like we always do." Your voice was weary not knowing what Karl's intentions were at this moment.

He looked disappointed in some way and you didnt know why. It was sad and confusing not to know why he was feeling this way and the only thing you could do was ask.

"Karl are you okay? What's wrong you know you can talk to me about anything!" You put your hand on his shoulder in a reassuring way.

His gaze was focused on the ground until he turned his head toward the hand the was laying on his shoulder.

"Im fine! Im all good its okay." Karl sent a smile towards your way trying to keep up his spirits up.

"Alright. I'll believe you. So what do you want to do?" You asked still weary if the situation.

"There's this field of flowers we could hang out in."

The next time it was a sword sheath with an enchanted netherite sword that glowed in the darkness that she revealed it it. Her mouth dropped while she put the sharp sword back into its sheath to protect her from getting cut.

She couldn't believe who would send this to her, but the gifts kept coming and she was no where close to knowing who it would be. There was a small note attached to the end of the sheath and she had picked it up and read the note that hung on a small string.

Dear Y/N,

I had made this from the leftover netherite in storage, I enchanted it and named it Toska, I love the meaning of that word and I hope one day I can tell the meaning to you. Thank you for always putting me friat in your mine and I hope you see me doing the same.

Love, Karl ♡︎

She finally she knew who was kind enough to send these gifts to her. She had placed the sword somewhere safe, so she could use it for combat, or even just keep the sword as a memorabilia from a friend. The sad thing was that she couldn't tell Karl's romantic advancments to her.

The next time this happened Karl had sent her an enchanted bow and arrow and netherite boots. She couldn't belive he remember that her original netherite boots broke. He had sent another note that went the same as the others, sending his love without blatantly saying that he loves her. He wanted to wait till they were face to face to say it, but at this point he thinks that they will stay just friends.

He could tell because if the gestures he would see from her, there was no revelation that he loved her for a while. She somehow didn't notice his advances and that made him want to give more until she finally noticed.

1st person

"Karl! Thanks for the sword It's beautiful." You said as you saw Karl walking on the Prime Path doing who knows what.

"Oh of course! Did you see the note with it?" He asked you with hopeful eyes.

"I did! It was really sweet. What does Toska mean?"

"Oh yeah! It means a longing for a specific something, somone." Karl said.

"That's adorable!" You said while Karl waited for something else.

"That's it?" Karl asked kind of annoyed.

Your eyes frurrowed, "What do you mean?"

Karl shifted while the two of you still stood in the middle of the Prime Path, his gaze was glued to the ground.

"Karl please tell me what's going on! You've been acting like this everytime we are standing together. Please this is bothering me!" You pleaded for your friend to talk to you.

He looked up with another one of his smiles, again, he looked disappointed behind those gleaming eyes.

"I thought I was being obvious, but its okay! Lets do something, let's go see what Big Q is doing." Karl rushed through his words as he grabbed your hand leading you through the prime path, trying to get his mind off of anything, but how good the feeling of your hand felt in his.

The next couple days you woke up to multiple peices if jewelry each day with small notes.

The first day after the bow and arrow was a necklace with a blue diamond with a note.

I LOVE YOU

-KJ

The day after that was a gold bracelet that you had feel in love with and ended up wearing everyday with another note attached.

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

-KJ

You hadn't seem Karl after that one day when he dragged you around the whole smp kingdom, and you were getting worried with all the gifts that he was working for. The fact that he spends time to find diamonds, enchant netherite, and find jewelry makes you worry for his sanity. Him spending this much time on you when you want it to be equal playing fields. You didn't want to feel like a queen, you just wanted to be loved.

You drew the line when in another chest there was a totem of undying.

Y/N I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I WANTED TO SAY THIS TO YOUR FACE, BUT IT SEEMS LIKE ITS NOT CLICKING SOMEHOW. I REALLY WANT TO BE WITH YOU AND I DONT KNOW HOW ELSE TO SAY THIS. I will love you till your last breath, if you happen to use the totem of undying, well it speaks for itself.

-KJ

You had rushed over to Karl's house where he was sat on his stairs looking out into the distance and the sky. He looked ao pretty with the wind in his hair and his colorful hoodie he was wearing.

You had stomped over to him with the totem of undying glowing in your hand.

"KARL!" You had raised the totem in his face and he was taken aback because you had raised a glowing piece of gold too close to his face.

You continued your rant, "Karl I like gifts, but this is drawing the line! A totem of undying?! This is way too much. You could've told me you loved me straight up front without the gifts! I would've accepted, whatever you were going to do! I love you too and you know that! I love you as a friend and as lover, I would love to be your girlfriend." You calmed down as Karl's eyes progressively started to return to their normal size instead of widened.

Karl started to chuckle with a small smile on his face.

"I thought I was being obvious!" Karl laughed and you lightly chuckled as well.

You brought him onto his feet and brung him into a hug in which he reciprocated. You both stayed there for a while until he pulled back and gave you a small, shy peck on your lips juts testing the waters. You had done the same giving him a small peck in return, both of you widely smiling at eachother.

"Y/N will you be my girlfriend?" Karl asked.

"Yes I will, only if you take the totem back."

"Deal!"

Authors Note//

After imagine thoughts: this was shorter than I thought- also have yall noticed I love Karl's eyes. Hope you liked it! 💜

Btw I didn't proofread, i usually dont, cause I wrote this during school hours..

[mean-scarlet-deceiver]

little verbal tics from rws/ttte that i love

Admittedly, I may be extrapolating one or two examples and then running waaaaaaay too far afield with them.   

But I don’t care. 

Gordon’s endearments… even when they’re patronizing (you’re little Edward, and you’re little James, and you're little Thomas, and have I mentioned lately how little everyone is in comparison to me?)… and then he also starts throwing “my dear”s around like candy in later years and AK*SJF;KJAASDKLJDAS;KJ   

similarly: Toby referring affectionately to “our Thomas.” since Toby gets a shamefully minuscule amount of screen time, I’m gonna just assume that he actually uses “our” a lot in this way, and my heart   

Henry referring to “we engines”… happens often enough that you know he’s just developed this sense of… collective identity and engine solidarity ♥ 

James and his puns… because underneath all that splendiferousness he’s just the world’s biggest dork? i guess? 😚 

Percy’s lil (actually not-so-lil) rants when he’s pissed off. the one he unloads on Toby in the TV version of “Percy and Harold” is particularly great because he just? shows up? no hello? just immediate bitching? non-stop bitching? bustling about gathering his trucks and then, still fuming, leaves without even saying goodbye—just a final gripe or two? Toby never gets a word in edgewise. We see Percy in other episodes having these salty monologues to thin air, so yeah, he doesn’t really need anyone to say anything, he just needs to vent.   

BoCo’s minimalism. You can tell from his lines that he’s quite reserved and just basically a Dude of Few Words. But damn does he make them count. Every direct quote we get from him is just so... to the point. (Starting with “These are mine. Go away.” asf;dfjk;adskfj;alskdfj KING OF CONCISION) 

Oliver is so goddamn extra. We gotta talk about this sometime. I can’t believe I haven’t rambled about this before because it’s one of my pet loves in this universe. Listen to his overdone vocabulary. Listen to his tendency to narrative-ize everything. Listen to his grasp of symbolism and irony. I blame his crew, who definitely must have read him far too much action-adventure pulp fiction and comic books, possibly during that year on the run. 

saying something “gravely” because behind your straight face you are laughing (or, in Duck’s case, basically sticking your tongue out at the big 3)… this is usually (and very frequently) seen with Edward ♥ but Duck and Skarloey have also been known to take this particular verbal tic out for a whirl. which also makes me wonder if we have a generational chain passing down this vein of humor from one mentor friend to another? Skarloey  ->  Edward  ->  Duck… one hundred years of Sudrian passive-aggressiveness. Beautiful.   

Duck using an absolutely excessive number of exclamation points. I may have to tally up his ratio of exclamations to regular statements at some point. (to be fair, I should probably also do Thomas’s at the same time, for comparison purposes)   

speaking of Thomas… “lazybones” being his most frequent (and also his most devastating) insult. pfffffttttt. Mossy, you have an Issue.   

everyone… but especially Thomas… actually for the most part it’s just Thomas and the workers: great variety of exclamations that are definitely not bowdlerized swears (this could be its own separate post)   

bonus: FC2 seems to spend the first half of his controllership wanting to laugh at something cute and hilarious his engines are doing, and trying valiantly to disguise it (coughing, turning around until he can find his stern face again). by the second half he’s somewhat relaxed and will indeed just laugh in their faces (Oliverrrrrrrr).

[dwestfieldblog]

ŠÍŘENÍ ZNEPOKOJIVÝCH ZPRÁV

Europe, America and Britain are being pulled apart from within by: populists, traitors who call themselves patriots, morons of conspiracy, the Woke sleepwalking into death traps of meaninglessness and ‘religious’ liars, All of them serving their actual enemies. Endless perfect examples for the leaders of Russia and China to show their people what happens when you allow idiots too much freedom in a democracy. Financed from afar by those who would remove all such ‘power of the people’ and manipulated at home by those who only have their own interests at heart. The West’s policy of dumbing down worked so well, the East thought it would help it along.

You listed above in the first sentence are righteously wrong and rebelling in the wrong directions in a fatal distraction. Exciting isn’t it? A sense of meaning. Instinct will rule at the end of the day...it’s your opinion verses mine, the fanatic’. KJ 89.

More and more daily proof that the vast majority of those now needing hospitalisation and dying with Covid are those who refused the vaccine. ‘I didn’t want chemicals in my body that were bad for me’ said one guy interviewed, tubed up in an intensive care unit. After which his doctor showed the chart of all the chemicals needed to keep people alive but which are extremely bad for the human vessel. My body is a temple? But your mind is a landfill.  ‘Death by wilful ignorance.’ It is always correct to have suspicions about every government but how much more factual evidence do you require? Another decade of research? Morons are following doctors against the jab who are not actual MD’s but optometrists, osteopaths etc...At least follow doctors of philosophy and music, eh? J Reminds me again of the crowd of vigilante dumb heads years ago who threw bricks through a woman’s window in England because she had a sign outside her home upon which was written; Paediatrician.

To live effectively is to live with adequate information.( Norbert Weiner, The Human Use of Human Beings.) But choose your sources with care. Indeed...but when every democracy is based on mass media manufacturing consent via repeated litanies in order to get the approval, sales or votes they need and every one of those countries makes it harder for the majority to get a decent education, critical thinking is at a premium. It can take over a lifetime for a man to realise he can self educate. The most dangerous man to any government is the man who is able to think things out for himself, without regard to the prevailing superstitions and taboos. Almost inevitably he comes to the conclusion that the government he lives under is dishonest, insane and intolerable. H.L Mencken

This fool has spent large parts of 42 years (politely and otherwise) suggesting people be very wary of their governments and that some conspiracies are rooted in fact, however seemingly bizarre. At high school I was typing out teenage rallying calls and sticking them in corridors and classrooms, as sadly cringe as that sounds. (These ranting blogs are a continuation decades later). But by Kropotkin, all the massive list of things to hold against politicians and Presidents in democracies these last few years... and finally, THIS is what the outraged are taking to the streets to protest? No vaccine or masks, give us the freedom to die suffocating in pus.

How good bad music and bad reasons sound when one marches against an enemy!’ Nietzsche .

As said last time, if these idiots really think all the doctors and nurses are exaggerating and the folk in intensive care units are actors, then the only hope is that Darwin was right. (As is being shown in the US where the right wingers and religious are dying in greater numbers thanks to Fox et al. Satan told me last night that he really doesn’t need a tracking device in the vaccine, he can find you all just fine.) In the UK, it appears that those against getting the jab are mostly towards the left wing, spurred on by laughable rebels seeking more followers while pretending to be neutral. Hello Russell Brand. Lovely to see you doing the wank of Q Onan for them in England.  Saw a bare-chested, bearded narcissist rampant in the Capitol and thought. ‘Hmm, that could be me, spearheading revolution like a super cool Guy Fawkes’ eh? Shame man. Sham.

When your enemy is making a mistake, do not interrupt him.  

Q Onan’s hilarious message to their ridiculous flock in November... John F Kennedy and son to be at the ‘grassy noel’ (sic) in Dallas to transfer power to trump (even though JFK is dead and was a liberal democrat. Rows of these twisted dunderheads thronged the streets watching the traffic. When the promised hallucination failed to appear, they said they had heard the couple would be at a Rolling Stones concert in a couple of day’s time. At some point perhaps maybe, they will wake up, smell the kofe and work out that ‘Q drops’ come via the Kremlin’s nerd minions who are just pissing themselves at what bollocks these apes will swallow.

Speaking of Mother...Dwarf Putin’s giant bitch Lukasenko continuing to do the latent slap head’s bidding and send refugees onto Poland and further to destabilise Europe all the more during a pandemic. Sending large numbers of innocent non combatants to catch covid and die in the cold, I would classify as EVIL. Speaking of which, a Polish woman was allowed to die of sepsis in a hospital by doctors who refused to give her an abortion. ‘Her heart was beating too’. ‘Men never do evil so completely and cheerfully as when they do it from religious conviction’. (Blaise Pascal 1623-1662.)

What a deeply Christian government they have over there to make such laws that Yeshua ben Yosef himself would rage in uncontrolled biblical fury. Poland has actually dared to criticise the Czech Republic for allowing ‘abortion tourism’.  It took Isabella’s death in pain to get President Duda to change his tune in the face of far right anger in favour of an absolute ban.  Ruling party leader Kaczynksi, a good God fearing man, calling for thugs All Polish Youth to defend churches. Which they did by attacking women. Have fun in Hell boy.

The ONLY person who has the right to choose whether they should have a baby is the woman who is carrying it. Not her parents, society, her lover, husband, religion or government.

Writing this paragraph in Prague on the 17th November, 32 years after the Velvet Revolution more or less peacefully got rid of the sewer of communism. ‘Socialism with a human face’ from 1968 onwards still meant you could be bugged, followed, sacked or your children would never be allowed further education if you were not obedient to the ideals of the party. Speak anything other than the party line and get arrested for ‘The distribution of alarming news’. As later said... ‘We pretended to work and they pretended to pay us’.

‘Communism’ only works in very small groups of those who know each other, who know each will put their max in, strong hearted, intelligent and good humoured folk who trust and respect each other despite their arguments. When these criteria are met and all believe in the goal AND all are equal partners sharing the rewards, it works. Only then. The masses are highly unlikely to collectively achieve these qualities via pressure from tyrants big or small. (Let alone while prey to greed, fear, jealousy and envy.) There is NO major Communism anywhere in the world. North Korea, China, Cuba, Vietnam... in none of these countries will you find the workers controlling the means of production. Revolutions turn full circle.

Another golden passage occurs in Politics, where Aristotle states plainly that in the first nations the rich swore themselves to eternal hatred of the common people. This self evident truth explains the pride, avarice and cruelty of the rich...They compelled the poor to serve them in war...drowned them in an ocean of usury...and beat them with rods if they could not pay their debts. (Giambattista Vico, The New Science, 1744)

The fact that Trump has not been brutally laughed out of ever holding any public office, let alone him even considering a new run in 2024 is horrific on every level to me. Between him, Fox, various evil hearted republicans spewing racist and anti science propaganda to be sucked up by the rabid zombies, there doesn’t seem to be much hope left in America. ‘Guard against the impostures of pretended patriotism’. George Washington, Farewell Address.

Kyle Rittenhouse...justice will seek thee out boy. May it be soon.

And yet another teenage boy brings a gun to show and tell at school in America...’My life is useless, the world is dead’. Parent enablers.

Meanwhile...Russia continues to blackmail the West with gas during Winter and over in England, Boris the Oven Ready warns Europe they can either stand with Ukraine, freedom and democracy...or stay warm. Plenty of xmas eating on him, enough for a couple of care homes. 90,000 Kremlin soldiers on the Ukrainian border and Moscow rhetoric ramping up.

England turned their back on their uneasy European partners and so, finding the bed ever colder, will now lie down with any dubious John as long as it pays the rent. Steadily reaping the karma of their former empires divide and conquer policy. Boris Johnson and the wretched Rees (‘convivial atmosphere’) Mogg are the foulest of Laurel and Hardy couples yet seen in England. Ultimate caricatures of greedy upper class politicians grinning smugly at the desperation of the proles. Holding parties while the public were not allowed to visit hospitals, care homes or funerals to see loved ones. Cocaine in Parliament? There’s a surprise. Explains all the insane decisions and megalomania. And Michael Gove’s massively punchable  face.

Another Tory MP found guilty of lobbying and corruption by a committee for investigating such, Boris’s first reaction? Dissolve the Standards committee. ‘The UK is not remotely corrupt’. That’s right, it isn’t remotely...it is corrupt VERY close to home Boris. You, your financial donors and your cabinet of criminals. New tax laws meaning the rich will continue to keep their massive wealth, without paying and the poor and average will be forking out even more to get less. And of course the National Health Service bill was passed; you bastards have wanted to privatise the NHS for decades. The underclass ‘useless eaters’ will fall ill and die...don’t forget you need us to do all the menial work, (or likely a case of ‘plenty more where they come from’) A shameful 2, 200 food banks in the UK now.  A severe dearth of financial support, health and care assistance, with pensions stolen, prices rising endlessly, heavier taxes imposed by thieves, people paying more and more for less and less.

...the government then acts as Company Cop for the rich, suppressing all attempts at rebellion or national liberation, etc. RAW

A new Police Bill being pushed through the parliamentary bowels to further limit protests in democratic England...The advisors have been whispering strategies to the Tory politicians...’If you continue on this path of corruption, greedily serving yourselves before the public, emptying shop shelves, charging lower classes more for education, increasing taxes for the poor, breaking laws you expect the proletariat to obey and making your disdain ever more obvious, you will need to crack down harder in advance of future demonstrations, lest they portend an uprising’.  I see a time of English refugees fleeing Britain.

In individuals, , insanity is rare: but in groups, parties, nations and epochs, it is the rule. Nietzsche

Grateful for my novice level magick, wannabe Buddhist perspective sense of humour, good friends and my vast music and book collection. Kept me almost sane and functioning. Continuing to take the edges off with whisky at night but time is being called on that, as is my 27 years in Bohemia.

‘To thy false seeming! Blood, thou art blood: Let’s write good angel on the devils horn: ‘Tis not the devil’s crest.’ Ignore the dead cat distractions, pay attention. Happy everything, holidays, good health and Love always, no matter what. LUX INTUS.

[archmage--khadgar]

Hia! I always feel happy when I see one of your posts pop up on here c: why do you like Khadgar?

*Stares into space* OH GOD THIS IS gonna probably be a long post. HERE WE GO.So uh. I always really like Karazhan and the lore around it, hardcore fell in love with Medivh and pretty much ANYTHING in game that was connected I ate it up. I got the urn, the keys, all the rings, all the rep, you name it. I tried SO HARD to get Atiesh from the old Naxx but that didn’t happen. (I AM STILL SAD ABOUT THAT.) So that was -kind of- the start. In order for the next part to make sense, need to sidestep and backtrack a wee bit for context.Not to be all sob story, but I gotta be honest, I spent most of my childhood alone (either outside or in my room), reading, playing out epic stories with my toys, exploring the outdoors, and most of my social interactions with people I was either being bullied by kids at school or my mother. And y’know, despite all the stories I read or watched on t.v it was a loooong while before there were characters that made me go….”Holy SHIT I know what that’s like!?” Like there was a difference, to me, between characters like Michelangelo and Beetlejuice that I REALLY WANTED to hang out with, and then a character that made me go….”I know exactly how that character feels. What happened to them, happened to me.”Digimon was the show that broke that mold for me when not only were there two characters who had DIVORCED PARENTS!??? Like me, there was a girl who had a REALLY BAD and unhealthy relationship with her mother. (But she was still powered by love, which was awesome.)This kinda started getting me into other stuff because the more characters I found that I could relate to, the easier it was to explain how I felt to strangers and it made friend finding a little bit easier. FAST FORWARDING A LITTLE BIT.

So I certainly have a character -type- that I relate to the most. And it’s chaotic bookwork with anxiety. Fun fact: I am always dubbed “the twilight sparkle” of friend groups IRL because I was always, ALWAYS the one who was solving friendship problems and I did that looong before the show. OOPH. THE BIG PROBLEM. Was that it was getting to the point where all the chaotic bookworms were either: Evil, female (and I love gals, but that’s not my gender identity ORZ), or like. largely hated by the fandom and were always mocked.Or some combination.SO LIKE. Hey, I get introduced to Medivh and his TOWER OF BOOKS and all that shit and it’s like “Fuck yeah sign me up bro, living alone? Shitty mom? I feel you.” But then, y’know. He was a wee bit possessed and not. Exactly the good guy SO THERE WAS THAT.And then. There was Khadgar.I hadn’t been able to find the last guardian book yet, though I had read about the lore highlights online so I was familiar and stuff.And then WoD came out. And Khadgar! Was doing stuff! Which got me excited because it was more of the Lore that I really liked, and during MoP, I was hardcore going…”THE LEGION IS COMING BAAAACK. I JUST KNOW IT. CAUSE WE DIDN’T KILL KJ. SKREE.” I got called crazy and stupid a few times BUT HEY. Jokes on you fuckers I was *right*.Anyways!That first quest chain into Tannan rolls in. And it’s just. Khadgar. Being Khadgar. “Well, then I guess we owe you one.” scene hit every…“Oh fucking god bless Khadgar for the sarcastic sass”Because I really enjoy sarcasm and it’s more obvious in voice chat or in-person but my sass rhythm and tone, especially if I’m ranting is veeery similar to Khadgar’s sass.And then the PUNS. Listen. *Listen*. I hear an opportunity for a pun and I have to take it. I have to. If I try to hold it in my face starts smiling like the Cheshire cat and I sometimes let out a high pitched “eeeeeee” until given permission. After that quest chain, I quickly noticed that no one had rolled a Khadgar blog. No one! And well, I was all about having a blog where I could be free to make jokes all the time. IIRC, my first post was…”The party has arrived~!” Or something like that. I honestly didn’t expect much to happen cause I didn’t have any friends or anything like that and all the wow blogs all pretty much had their followings already and I was uh…a WEE BIT ALONE. But I was like “well even if this blog doesn’t go off I’ll at least have an outlet where I can just be me where no one will harass me.”Cause gotta be honest, I’ve never been well-liked. There was never a place for bookworms who liked puns and had anxiety in the world I lived in. If I acted like myself I was hated, and in order to fit in, I had to be someone else, which was a ditzy stupid, lazy girl. I wasn’t allowed to be trans, (still not back in Maine), or smart, and….yeah.  But hey! On tumblr, I can RP a male character that had my same sense of humor and sass and BE MYSELF and NOT BE A GIRL and all my IRL haters wouldn’t be able to stop me.And then uh, A THING HAPPENED. I no longer have the original blog because of reasons I’ll mention later, so I CAN’T REMEMBER who first started sending me asks but I know @kiyastrasza was one of them (she passed away suddenly a few months ago and I miss her SO MUCH.) But then like, I DON’T KNOW. I know I got a few initial asks because “fuck yeah finally a khadgar blog”  and honestly, I thought my blog was rubbish because it was 80% me just being my sassy nerd self and 20% studying his word usage for more serious things and getting my hands on every scrap of Khadgar related lore.”So I fully expected to get called out on being canon divergent or a shitty Khadgar or SOMETHING. Or have people ONCE AGAIN be like….”This character archetype is annoying and stupid and we all fucking hate him and hate you for rping him.”But that didn’t happen. In fact the EXACT OPPOSITE HAPPENED.My ask box kept getting filled with puns to be approved, rhyming his name with stuff became a thing and now even BLIZZ says “Dadgar” like jfc what even.And then like. I don’t even know, a lot of it is a blur because it all happened so fast but the BIGGEST THING.Was that for the first time ever, being myself wasn’t met with bullying and hate and people telling me to shut up and go away or anything like that.People -loved- Khadgar in-game. And people -loved- finding a Khadgar blog that “when I read their posts I can hear Khadgar’s voice”.  And better yet? KHADGAR WASN’T A VILLAIN! (Don’t get me wrong, I loooove AU’s but imagine being a kid and you can only ever connect to villains and then people hate you anyways IT DOESN’T FEEL TOO GREAT).And uh. Yeah. I don’t really know where to go with this. But yeah! It was the first time where I felt like nothing was wrong with who I was. That there was nothing wrong with being book smart and having a sense of humor and looking death in the face and just eye-rolling and going “Well aiight.”I mean hell yeah there’s been an epic shit ton of drama with people being jealous and making shit up and who the hell even knows what any of that was about anymore, and there’s still plenty of bullshit in my life keeping me otherwise miserable and I’m getting really frustrated that every goal I try to accomplish gets utterly destroyed in some way and I’m currently an emotional husk and I 100% HAVE NOT been myself lately as I’m a mix of grieving and severely hurt and physically ill and I’ve been broken pretty damn hard and when I pull myself back together it’s probably going to be like. 11th Doctor just turning into cranky 12 and not being pleasant BUT. The muse is still strong, the muse is honestly probably the strongest thing about me. Not because I think that I’m actually, really Khadgar and that’s ME you’re talking to in game and Azeroth is real, etc, etc. But it’s strong because that type of muse was already something that was effortless for me and part of my personality foundation. And before the blog it was withering away and crumbling and I had no self-love to keep it going anymore and then the blog happened, and even though I still have 0 self-love, I genuinely hate myself, the love from others healed it, and my love for the character, I think, is my subconscious finding a weird loophole to get around the self-hate because I CAN’T HATE KHADGAR, and fucking hell whenever I make a pun irl and someone is a shithead about it or calls me annoying over voice chat, my brain is like. “Yeah, but if Khadgar were real. He’d laugh.” And eventually, it’s like….”OKAY FINE. IT WAS FUNNY. THAT PERSON IS JUST A SHITHEAD.” I can’t remember where I was going with that. Uhhhhhh……SOMETHING SOMETHING.I absolutely hate myself and feel as if I’m undeserving of love because I’m a horrible, broken person that makes stupid mistakes and is only good for hurting others and being a bitchB U TI hate myself a little bit less when I RP a character, like Khadgar, that lines up with one of my personality foundations, and the general response to it is people loving it and telling them I make them happy.  I’ve still had more hate directed at me in the past (and sadly the present) than I have love. But uh. It doesn’t take much love to get me all sappy and crying and happy.  (Hate is a tossup, a lot of hate I can take but certain, specific things will strike me hard and fast).SO LIKE. Uh. I know the majority of my foundation at the moment is either destroyed or heavily damaged, cause I’ve also been heckin angry a lot lately and I don’t know how to deal with that at all since it’s something new so a lot of my foundation wasn’t protected against that, and I’ve certainly died emotionally a few times more this year than my normal rate of it taking a couple years or more to emotionally die and regenerate. BUT THE PART that’s still holding fast and bouncing off all the negative self-destructive shit is because of Khadgar, and all 1,297 of you (give or take) that’ve either stuck with this blog since the beginning and through a blog deletion and change or have come recently. That send in everything from ARCANE MEAT to puns, to AU ideas to random nice things SO UH. This is turning into an awkward unexpected thank you, to all of you. dashjkIt’s more than likely that I will live the rest of my life absolutely hating myself, and it’s possible that the rest of my foundations may never heal or be repaired. Even though I can easily attach some of them to characters like Khadgar for the most part, I just….eh. I dunno. No outlet and it’s not prompted ever and…it hurts still cause they’re broken. Which, eh, whatever, healing can’t be forced or half-assed, cause you can’t expect a broken leg to heal as fast as a papercut, all you can do is wait and let things heal or you’ll make it worse, but then obviously you can’t heal EVERYTHING otherwise no one would ever be disabled, but REGARDLESS.I may always hate myself. But I’ll always love Khadgar. And YOU guys love Khadgar. And you enjoy me rping Khadgar. So then I guess MAAAAYBE.It helps. With making it worth. Sticking around for a little bit longer.  :T

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There are not enough words that I could truly say to express my love for all of you and this wonderful family we have created. I know that Appreciation Week is technically over, but I just adore you all so much and had to tell you how I felt in a big post. Coming back to the RP world and finding all of you has been the greatest blessing ever. I love you all. 

Muns are listed alphabetically! Special shoutout to Alice for the graphic and inspo!

Alice: MY SWEET ANGEL CUPCAKE. You are the sweetest human being I have ever met and we do not deserve you. Thank you for loving everyone so well and for making everyone feel welcome and included. You are a stellar human being and I absolutely adore you. @ariagrans

Ally: I always love our convos, IC and OOC. I hope you know that you can always come to me with anything. You are so sweet and I’ve loved all of the interactions our characters have had. You’re incredibly hardworking and I really admire you. @hqmaia

Becca(EST): Sweet friend, you are such an amazing human and writer. Coming to this RP and becoming your friend has been the greatest blessing. You care so much about each of your characters and you are always so true to them. It amazes me how well you can grasp the essence of a muse. I love you with my whole heart. Thanks for all of the wonderful conversations and for all of the help and advice you give. You are amazing. Thank you for being you. @liliisms

Becca(GMT): Honestly, are you the real Taylor Swift? Because sometimes it feels like you are. Becca, I love you. You are so sweet. Thank you for fangirling over Taylor with me and for always getting excited about my characters achievements and things going on in their lives. You’re amazing. Keep being you! @teylcrswift

Beth: I love you and all of your silly boys. You’re a gem and a constant in this RP and I am so thankful for all of the attention you give to your characters and everyone else. You and Minnie are constantly causing me pain with Jaoirse but IT’S FINE. I still love you, I guess, bahahah. @jocklowden

Charlie: You’re my favorite person ever. I don’t even remember when we started talking but it was probably the best day of my life because it gave me such a sweet friend like you. Thank you for trusting me with Charles, I love getting to write him with Mads. All of your characters are so sweet and that’s just a reflection of you. Thank you for all caps convos and all of the fun chats. You are one of the greatest people I have ever met. I love you. @madelame-x 

Faith: I’m so glad we bonded over a love of musical theater. You are an amazing human and Aaron is a comedic genius. I adore you and I hope to write more with you in the future! So glad you’re 1/2 of the greatest slow burn ever created. Olsveit is OTP. @aarcntveit

Ina: MY SWEET INA. You are an absolute gem. This new friendship blooming between Nat and Halston is my favorite thing. You have always been so kind and welcoming and I appreciate you more than you could ever know. Thank you for being such a wonderful human. I’m so excited to watch has GMax takes on this new adventure. You’re a fantastic writer and an amazing friend. I love you so much. @itsgenevievegnt

Jaq: LOML. Are you Jaq or are you actually Cami? Sometimes I don’t even know. You are the sweetest person, thank you for putting up with all of my messages and for being the Cami to my Charles. I love writing with you and all of the friendships our characters have formed. I wish you weren’t so far away because if I could take you to see Jeremy Jordan in Waitress with me this weekend, I would. I love you with my whole heart. Thank you for being you. @hqcami

Katie: Absolute angel. You are so sweet and kind and wonderful. I love the way you write Dianna and I love seeing you on the dash. You are amazing and I’m so thankful to know you. We don’t talk much OOC which should change, but the friendship we’ve formed through Dianna and Haley is one of my favorite. Love you. @diannahq

Kay: Thank you for making my sweet Samantha’s Dove so happy. You are such a sweet human and I love seeing you on the dash. We should talk more OOC and we should get Sof/Luke talking more too. Thank you for you. @hwl-hemmo

KJ: Hello wonderful human. You’re another one where I’m constantly asking myself “is this KJ Apa I’m speaking to or?” ha. I love you so much and I’m so thankful for your presence on the dash. I’ll never forget you apologizing for Nessa coming at Sof after all of that drama, you’re the sweetest. I love writing with you and I especially love our KJ/Charles bromance and this hilarious friendship we’ve created with KJ/Halston. You’re an amazing human and I consider myself lucky to know you. Keep being you! @kjapayo

Lara: HI BEST FRIEND. I adore you and all that you are. We had an instant connection via Sof/Jordan that I will always be thankful for. Thank you for sending me shows to watch (I promise I’ll watch more of The Society soon, oops) and for making me that Sweet Pea/Ava video (my favorite thing ever) and for sending me pics of Jordan that make me go all heart eyes. I love you and I could say a million things about you but I don’t want to make this too long. Just please know that I adore you and you’re one of my very best friends and I’m so thankful to have met you. @jordnconnor

Laura: You’re the sweetest little angel. You inspire me with your ability to keep up with four characters. You give each one attention and put so much thought into your responses and the way that you play them. I absolutely adore you and all that you are. Thank you for being so sweet. I love every interaction our characters have. You’re the best! @tmhclland 

Maree: You are an absolute queen. I’ve never RP’d with someone playing Gaga, but you are truly so amazing. You bring her to life in such a way that makes me love her even more. You are so sweet and I have loved getting to interact with you here. Looking forward to more! @stefgaga

Minnie: You are an absolute gem of a human and I love you very much. You’re always around and always a constant on the dash and it makes me smile. I love your characters and hope to interact with them more. They are people that I never really knew much about before coming here and I’m so thankful to you for introducing them to me. I love watching you and Beth interact as Saoire and Jack even when you mess with my emotions. @irishxseahorse

Nikki: QUEEN. Thank you for bringing two of the cutest boys to our dash. Harry is an absolute angel and you play him exactly how I would picture him to be in real life. I also adore your Joe. Thank you for being such a sweetheart. I love you so much. @hcurly

Raven: Your Zendaya is so precious, just as precious as you! Thank you for being down for just about anything and for being so nice. I can’t wait to write more with you in the future! @dayaxxcole

Rose(PST): The Brett to my Haley. Thank you for giving me the sweetest ship known to man. I love you with my whole heart and I feel so lucky to be your Haley. You are one of the greatest people I have ever met. Thanks for making me laugh and for ranting about JTV with me. I love you like Haley loves Brett. You are the most special human. @brettdicr

Rose(GMT): The Cole to my Haley. My partner in crime. I absolutely adore you and the way that you have brought Cole to life here. Thank you for keeping me updated with FFA press and for being down for just about anything. You are always there to reply to a starter or get something started between any characters. You are so sweet and kind and wonderful and I love playing out this great Haley/Cole friendship with you. Thank you for everything. @hqcolem

Sadie: You are an absolute legend. Honestly, when I think of this RP I immediately think of Lizzie. Thank you for being 1/2 of the greatest slow burn ever. You have created Lizzie with so many dimensions and layers and I absolutely adore her. You also introduced me to Sorry For Your Loss which is an incredible series. I loved writing Troizzie with you when I played Troian. Thank you for being you. @ohlizzo

Sam: I love you! You are a wonderful human. Thank you for ranting about JTV with me and for being the sweetest ever. I love writing with your Grant. He’s an actual prince and I love writing with you. The friendship between him and Haley is one of my favorites. You are one of the sweetest people ever and I’m glad to know you. @theflashgrant

Samantha: THE DOVE TO MY SOFIA AND THE AJ TO MY HALEY. I absolutely adore you and everything that you are. Thank you for being so sweet and for fangirling over Descendants with me. You’re one of the greatest people I know and I absolutely adore you. Thank you for all that you are. I love you and all of your sweet characters. @dcvescameron

Sarah(GMT): Hey lovely! We don’t interact much and that needs to change! I love seeing Meryl on the dash! Thank you for gracing us with her presence. You are amazing! @xitsmerylstreepx

Sarah(EST): Hi cutie. I love you and your Bella so so so much. What we started with Sof and Bella during AU week was so fun. Thanks for loving my girl so much. You’re a wonderful human and I feel so blessed to know you. Keep being you and keep blessing us with the beauty that is Bella Hadid. I love you so much, sweet girl. @b-hxdid

Vic: YOU’RE BACK. I absolutely adore you and have loved every character you have blessed us with here. So happy to see you on my dash again babe. I love you and can’t wait to start interacting with your girl! @millvclarke

And finally, to Katie, Dee, and Rachel - welcome to the family! I can’t wait to start connecting with your ladies and to become the best of friends! So glad you are here! @acycias @briannelarsonx @lizseilligs

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Ralphie Who?

Sam Wilson x reader

Musikat’s Winter Wonderland Challenge

Word Count: 1.5K

Characters: Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton

Warnings: the boys being idiots, icicles, cursing, tickle fight, and a snowball fight

Summary: Sam is dared to lick an icicle and you have to help him out.

A/N: I wrote this for @musikat18 writing challenge (happy birthday darling, I am so sorry it’s a day late!) and my prompt was Icicle! I know in A Christmas Story, Ralphie gets his tongue stuck to a metal pole, but I changed it up a bit to fit the prompt. I hope you guys like it, cause I had fun writing it! And happy holidays to all of you lovelies

Main Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist 

The world outside is perfect and snowy as you sit in the common room, re-reading your favorite book and enjoying a hot cup of tea as the rest of the Compound is quiet. You adjust underneath your plush, fuzzy blanket and take a moment to close your eyes and breathe a sigh of contentment at the peaceful environment around you.

Your phone pings twice on the coffee table and you resentfully open your eyes and reach for it, unlocking the device and opening the text message.

Sam: Y/N I’m in a situation

Sam: You gotta help me!

You: What do you need, Samuel? I was having a nice afternoon.

Sam: Please come outside and help me

You: But it’s so cooooold!

Sam: Sweetheart I need your assistance and I would really appreciate it if you came outside.

Sam: Pretty please with kisses on top?

You: I can read the sarcasm in those texts, you punk.

You: Give me a few minutes 🙄

Standing up you take a moment to grab your coat and a scarf and complete your ensemble with a hat and gloves, making sure all of your extremities are completely covered. You may like looking at the snow, but hypothermia doesn’t sound a lot of fun.  Sam had texted that he is at the outdoor training area, so you head to the obstacle course set up beside the running track. What you see when you get there both confuses and amuses you.

There sits your boyfriend, his tongue forcibly hanging out of his mouth as it is stuck to the large icicle that had formed on a piece of training equipment and you have to bite your lip to keep a laugh from spilling out of you. Clint and Bucky are standing behind Sam, barely holding in their giggles for the time being.

“Samuel, what the hell is that?”

The man in question turns to look at you from where he is sat slouched on the snowy ground, annoyance displayed clearly on his face while a smile lifts the corner of your mouth.

“Whah’you yhink yhis is,” he asks incredulously, or at least you think so. It’s a little hard to tell.

As Sam speaks around his tongue hanging out of his mouth, the two idiots standing behind him start laughing, loud guffaws leaving their throats and Bucky is bent in half, holding his stomach. A short laugh escapes your lips and at the glare Sam sends you, you cover your mouth with a hand, looking away wearing a smirk.

You pull your phone out of your pocket, pulling up the camera app and snapping a few pictures as blackmail and cooing at your boyfriend, making funny faces as he continues to send you deathly glares. When Bucky and Clint finally calm down enough for you to hear, and Sam grows tired of your teasing, he tries for another barely-intelligible sentence.

“Cahh yuh helm me ahready?”

You tilt your head to the side as you try to hear his intended words behind the slurred language, the corner of your mouth drawing up into a slight smirk when it clicks a moment later. “Can I help you? Is that what you want?” Sam lets out a shout, and you interpret it as the universal noise of “yeah, duh!”

You lean down to place a kiss on his forehead, making Sam let out a small huff. “I’ll be right back, baby.” You then turn a harsh expression on your friends, “You morons better not aggravate him more while I’m gone. We all know that grumpy Sam is even less fun than normal Sam.” This earns you two different chuckles and one distinct huff, but you just give Sam another kiss and walk back into the compound to retrieve supplies.

Quickly, you head back into the main building and straight to the kitchen. Pulling the tea kettle out of the cabinet, you fill it with water and place it on the stove to warm, trying not to heat it too much. You waste time on your phone until you hear the telltale whistle of the kettle and take it off the burner, pouring a cup of plain water and steeping a mug of Sam’s favorite tea, making sure to add just the right amount of sugar.

Taking the mugs full of hot liquid, you walk as fast as you dare back to the small group outside, making sure not to spill any on yourself. You roll your eyes as you come upon the scene just as you left it, only now Sam is ranting unintelligibly, and when that fails to get the point across, holds two middle fingers up toward your teammates. You chuckle under your breath and come closer, carefully sitting on the ground next to him and handing over the first mug of warm liquid.

Taking a sniff of the contents, Sam looks at you with a crease between his brows. “Haah wa-er? Is’sat all yhis is?”

“Yep, it’s just hot water.” Sam gives you a doubtful expression but you gesture to the mug. “It’s what google said to do.”

“I coulda tol’ yuh yhat.”

“Sure, but you’re also the one that got an icicle stuck to your tongue, so your judgment may not be the best right now. I wanted to double check.” You raise your eyebrows, the expression on your face making it clear that you’re growing impatient.

“Yhey dared me,” Sam mutters childishly and you shake your head at his antics.

“Drink the water, Samuel, please. It’s fucking cold out here.”

Sam starts to sip the water, and even with the cold atmosphere lowering the temperature, it still seems warm enough to start melting the ice that has been sticking to his tongue for who knows how long.

Sam is slowly trickling the liquid from the mug into his mouth from one side, swishing his head from side to side to coat his tongue in the warm liquid, melted ice dripping down his chin in the process. You’re honestly surprised that the icicle hadn’t melted just from Sam’s body heat, but the frigid air must have lowered the temperature from his breath and stayed in solid form.

Bucky has his arms crossed over his chest as he watches the process, head tilted to the side. “Y/N, are you sure you want this to happen?”

Your head tilts in confusion at the comment but Clint speaks up from beside you before you can open your mouth. “Yeah, I mean..ice is a nice accessory. Plus, it goes with his face.” A self-satisfied smirk crosses the archer’s face once he says the diamond pun, only growing with the added dumb comment.

Instead of dignifying that with a response, you just play into it. “I am very sure. No matter how dumb and cute he looks like this, it would make kissing him really chilly. Besides, he’s my boyfriend and I like his face the way it is.”

“Just ‘like?’ Wow, babe, I’m honestly so hurt right now.”

As you were putting up with your friends being idiots, the icicle had been reduced to nothing and Sam’s mouth was left frost-free if a little numb. You look up in surprise to hear him speaking normally, smiling widely. You shake your head fondly and peck your boyfriend on his still slightly cold lips. “I love your face, darling, you know that.”

Sam kisses your lips again when you hand him the still hot cup of tea, wrapping an arm around your shoulder in a relaxed gesture. You sit in the peaceful silence of the still snowy atmosphere for a few minutes, Clint and Bucky having left a few minutes ago when the shenanigans ended, and fold yourself into Sam’s side, using his body heat to keep you warm on the frozen ground. He sits just enjoying your presence with his head leaned against yours, thankful that you came and helped him since the others wouldn’t, until a thought suddenly occurs.

“Hey Y/N…” he trails off.

“Yes, baby,” you question lazily, still observing your surroundings contentedly.

“You’re not going to show those pictures you took to anybody, are you?”

You think of the dozens of photos you snapped of Sam when you found him and smile. “Of course not, Sam,” he sighs in relief until you continue your sentence, “although I may have already posted them to the group chat.”

Sam closes his eyes in exasperation as a telltale ‘ping’ sounds off from your phone, and you start to giggle, the joy breaking out from your chest and he can’t help but smile, shaking his head.

“You’re adorable,” Sam says, and despite the cute words, you still, detecting a hint of something mischievous in his tone, “too bad that won’t save you from payback, sweetheart!”

And suddenly there are hands around your waist, fingers moving up and down your sides rapidly, drawing loud laughter from you. After a few minutes of the sweet torture, you tap out, laying back in the snow as Sam lets you go.

Under the ruse of calming yourself down, you roll onto your side away from him, and only turn back around when you have a perfectly formed snowball in your hands. You let it fly the short distance to him and it hits him on the side of the face, drawing a surprised noise from his perfect lips. You scoot a few feet away as Sam draws himself up, pulling snow into his palms.

“Oh, it’s on, sweetheart!”

Post-A/N: Hey you guys, I really hope you liked my little fic! I really love Sam and the gang, and you just know they would get up to some shenanigans. Please leave feedback if you liked this, I’m hoping to post some more fics soon! Thank you all for reading!

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KJ Bang Train: Stop 1

Season 7 really did seem to lay the groundwork for that version of Killian to eventually find a romantic love of his own after the dust had settled on the uniting of the realms and he’d been able to fully process that the curse against his heart had been cured. Now, it seems to me that, for the most part, those who demand he stay single also would prefer he didn’t exist at all… but that’s a rant for another day.

Instead, I’d like to explore all the different avenues I believe were being considered for him for the future, or just explore other fun stops on this train because all versions of Killian Jones deserves love (or just a damn good romp).

First stop: Hooked Queen.

I talked about this a bit last night, but that was more an observation of why I found it to be an important relationship as opposed to why it’s important to the characters themselves. I was initially going to go through this whole deal the way I’ve done things in the past with a chronological breakdown of events, but we all know what those events are. I mean, in case you may have forgotten, here are some.

I mean, for crying out loud, this is definitely hinting at something...

And there are plenty more examples, but I’ll simply continue.

We see in 7x02 that Regina still has very much a bickering-sibling type relationship with SB Killian. She trusts him, but also talks down to him, and they argue like one of them just took the last slice of pizza on which the other had called dibs.

This dynamic seemed like it was also going to be the default for Regina and Wish Hook, too, but there was a massive shift that happened in 7x08. Gone is the bravado she’s seen so often in the other version of this man and instead there’s this vulnerable, melancholy man who she now knows is desperately trying to get back to his child. It’s a motivation she can relate to. After all, she has been separated from Henry for years, and even that hasn’t been due to a curse so much as simply a product of him growing up. 

They’ve both matured since they first met all those years ago prior to the season 1 curse—her through her experiences in Storybrooke and him through raising Alice and struggling for years to reunite with her. They’re on more equal footing than she was when she reunited with the other version of him, back when they were both still villains and still prioritized their own happiness and vengeance over a higher purpose. 

I mean, this: 

Is a very different sort of “getting to know you” compared to what happened before this: 

This time around, Regina has found peace with her past and, instead of seeing a kindred spirit in Killian as villains whose stories are guaranteed an abrupt and unhappy ending, she is able to see a different set of similarities she shares with this version of him—a single parent who would give up anything for the happiness of their child and someone who has moved past their old anger and resentment and come through it as a better person. 

It’s a more evolved version of themselves that are seeing each other again in this new world, and instead of trading barbs they begin to work together to overthrow a corrupt monarch, get Henry together with Ella, and hopefully find some cure for his poisoned heart. 

Through these quests, Killian develops close friendships he’d been missing from years of depression and isolation. Regina drops her own walls she’d kept for years, allowing herself to also develop close friendships with these new people. It’s Killian, though, that she now has the most in common with, and this time she seems to embrace it. 

Through the years, this friendship also earns him a space beside her on a pretty consistent basis. I mean, look at just a few examples...

And still, eight years later...

A bond developed, and we continue to see it when Regina is awake and she’s helping watch after Rogers, pushing him to reach out to Tilly and helping Henry to be friends with him because she knows they had been close in the EF2. 

When they’re awake, she is also the one to show concern over him when he’s in the hospital and, honestly, in the finale there were moments they sounded a bit like a married couple. The main hints at the finale that really showed how much these versions of them were alike was the final fight, where Regina was willing to sacrifice herself in order to save Henry, and Killian was willing to die to save Alice. As @killian-whump​ has said, these writing choices are deliberate, and the panning back and forth between his sacrifice and hers was done for the reason to in part show this parallel between them. 

As if that wasn’t enough...

Not to mention the very intentional presence of him in a place of honor at her coronation and the also very intentional show of her turning to face him and his reaction being the first shown after the “Good Queen” reveal. 

So, yes, it seems like Hooked Queen was a very real possibility for the future, and she has one very ornately decorated station stop on the Killian Jones Bang Train. 

[ixnova]

That last episode of AHKJ: Exiled was really awesome and cool, but it’s also left me with a few more questions that go unanswered so now i’m just kinda sitting here pondering it all like

Anyway if any of my followers want to hear me ramble on about the fucking lemurs from one of  Madagascar’s spin off show click that read more link.

Okay so like one thing that’s developed into a theory early on for me is that I’m pretty fucking sure King Julien is a Demigod. Let me explain why. So like I know cartoon logic is a thing and all but throughout the show Julien relies a lot on luck, he does posses a niche skill set and is able to fight, but he does so rarely. Most of his antics, is pure luck. He’s more lucky than any other character in the show though, I know he’s the main character and all but like, there’s something off about his levels of luck. Furthermore he seems to be aware of his luck, as he often doesn’t worry too much about danger, leaving it up to “the sky gods” and “Frank” to decide his fate. Given the show up until this point I’m going to have to side with him that yeah, he really doesn’t have to worry. Now he mostly can’t just sit still and be fine, he does have to at least dodge and be active, (of which. KJ is very agile and i’d add that to his list of skill sets, though he is a lemur so it’s a given he’s able to duck and weave around a lot of obstacles with ease) but for the most part as long as he’s trying to save his own skin or help others he’s going to be okay because yes, he is apparently blessed by the sky gods. The main reason why I believe he is a Demigod is because he has been chosen by the sky gods to be the new king to replace the previous King Julien (Whom was Current Julien’s uncle so to avoid confusion the show, and I, will use “Uncle KJ” when talking about him.) The history of the Julien Kings have proven that all of them haven’t seemed to be very faithful or good leaders. Uncle is a tyrant who kept the ppl miserable and dull, living in fear of the Foosa, something we were introduced to on the first few episodes. Later on we learn about other Kings such as King Julien the Terrible who turned his people into slaves. and hell even KJ’s own parents are complete douche’s who don’t care for their people. Julien was different though, he was the first King to actually care about his people. Sure he’s reckless, takes awhile to realize danger and caused a few accidents here and there but overall KJ has been the best King to take the crown to date in the Lemur Kingdom. The Sky Gods were probably watching him and just waiting for that faithful day when Masucoura (sorry if I butcher some names) would scare Uncle into giving Julien the Crown. She probably knew that the King wouldn’t get eaten, and she put in motion whatever plans Frank and the Sky Gods had for Julien. Taking the crown from his uncle and not dying, meant Julien didn’t have to give it back when his uncle returned, and thus he remained the King. Following this he liberated his people from the Foosa, and has since went on to make history for his Kingdom. The Fact that Julien doesn’t die from a lot of things he should though is because of that goddamn luck of the Sky Gods, they want him to be king! He only gets a battle scar from the Foosa, they do things like strike lighting when it’s convenient, have a sacrificial Balloon fall just when Julien needs it to, etc. They are sending him signs that they are watching over him and he’s damn well aware of it by now and is taking advantage of it. He even made reference himself that they didn’t need to worry during the war because “The Sky God are giving us luck right now!” This is only part of the evidence that he’s a Demigod though. Given his knowledge of his luck I don’t believe King Julien is actually aware of the power he possesses. The thing that stands out the most to me that Julien was chosen to be this Demigod is the fact he has canonically, DIED, and come back to life MULTIPLE TIMES, not to mention was allowed to fight for his life on trial one of those times and was granted life again once he proved that he truly does care for his people, even the one’s he’s accidentally killed. While he may coward out when the chips are down, when the problem is actually serious and Julien must act on his own he will. He tossed himself out of a blimp to fix the issue that was preventing take off, dangerous but he did it - he went after a monster in a sub, or what he thought was a monster though, by himself, to get his friends back. One of the time’s he died was a willing sacrifice to save his friends. Julien, if it’s the only option, will lie down his own life for his people, (he offered a few times to give himself up to Koto and other times when his capture would result in freedom for his people from more minor Villians) and that is what the Sky Gods need in a true leader. A king. Julien fits the bill.

But wait we’re not done here though, outside of his insane luck which Is actually not luck but his blessing from the Sky Gods, Julien does have some fighting skills of his own. He’s actually able to be quite bad ass if the moment calls for it, and a lot of it though I heavily head canon is based in his ability to dance. He needs a beat to unlock his true potential which explains why a lot of the times he sits on the side lines and has either Clover (usually) or the Gods do the work for him. But that first goddamn episode, He kicked some Foosa ass with the power of music. He has skill. He’s done it a few more times too with his own beats. It actually makes me angry they didn’t write him fighting more often because Julien CAN fight, and I wanted to see more of it. He pulled off a few punches and took out some mountain lemurs in a small clip from the final battle, and that was fucking awesome! Did I mention Julien is actually really smart though too? Well clever. He’s very dumb when it comes to some basic stuff, social skills, etc, but when it comes to things like, escaping capture or out thinking his enemies hes damn good at that too. He’s very sneaky when he wants to be and skilled at manipulating other people. I’m convinced he’s the type who’s just playing stupid so that people never expect more from him, so that when he does more, it’s a surprise and gives him the advantage. That said though, no he really is stupid in regards to being self-centered and arrogant and doesn’t know what half the bullshit he says actually means though lol. Its a fair trade off. Okay so like going back to my main issue with the final episode that caught my eye and makes me go HMMM and ties into the Demigod theory. Julien accidentally killed Koto by dropping the rocks from the statue on him once Sage had defeated him (the whole Exiled arc really does wonders for Sage as a character too btw and I now love him as a result.) and I would also like to point out Julien has only ever killed accidentally but that’s a subject for another rant - anyway at the end when they pointed out the ghosts were also celebrating - Koto’s ghost appeared with the rest of the ghosts, but these ghosts were only the ghosts from “Frank-ra-lah” (Their version of heaven). Julien clearly stated that him not seeing Maurcie’s ghost when he was on trail and saw these other ghosts, must of meant he thought Maurice was in their version of hell, (it’s never named, just referenced as “the other place” and a dramatic shot of ground) so therefore, Koto was sent to heaven even after all his wrong doings and misdeeds, and this just makes NO sense to me because Koto was evil right? He did bad things. He took over the kingdom caused lots of people to die, etc. What fucked me up the most is King Julien saw his ghost and the two made eye contact and... Nodded and smiled at each other? FUCKING NODDED AND SMILED? AS IF, TO SAY, A JOB WELL DONE? I guess it could of been seen as Koto’s very honor-bound and just saying “you were a worthy foe, Julien” but the fact Koto’s ghost is in Heaven, makes me think... Was it all a test? Was this SET UP? Sure Karl mentioned he set the whole invasion up but did he really? I think he’s lying about some things and I’ll see more about that when finishing up the main show, as he said he’s not finished yet, but I don’t think this was Karl’s doing. I truly honestly think this was the Sky God’s testing Julien. The ultimate test, to see if he’s really fit to be a ruler. Koto was a ploy by the Sky Gods and served his purpose well that’s why he was let into heaven. And I almost feel like, given the fact Julien nodded back in response? It’s like he realized? He knows it was a test and he passed. He’s finally (maybe?) aware of his status/relation to the Sky Gods? And like it makes a whole lot of sense though given that Julien’s people were finally willing to put their lives down for him the same he would for them? They accepted him as the one true king of Madagascar. THIS WAS ALL A TEST, AND HE PASSED, AND I JUST- Listen, Marty, Alex, Gloria and Melman really didn’t know what the FUCK they were getting involved with when they washed up on the shore of Madagascar is all I’m saying.

[moonraccoon-exe]

There was a slight warmth upon your shoulder, before the gentle squeeze of his hand made you smile. "I am proud of you Darling," Ignis' voice was soft in your ear. "You have studied hard. I know you shall do well." It was then you felt another bit of warmth slide down the back of your arm, till Gladio's large hand gently grasped your own. "He's right babe, You've got this!" and the pair gently bent down to your level, to each press a kiss to your cheek. "Good Luck Babe!" "Best of Luck Darling."

aw

man

fuck

i’m

*moonraccoon-exe has crashed so hard and keeps crashing each time it reboots it cannot complete a coherent thought, please come back in ten minutes for your proper answer thank you*

*LOUD HYSTERICAL INHALE*

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HOW DARE YOU ATTACK ME IN MY WEAKEST SPOTS HOW DARE YOU THROW THIS INTO MY INBOX WITH NO WARNING it was fantastic omg gods bless you my life is complete LIKE ARE YOU CONSCIOUS THAT THIS COULD HAVE TEARED MY SOUL APART AND GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK BECAUSE HELLO IT DID I’M DONE I’M DEAD I CAN’T FUNCTION YOU’VE DONE IT YOU’VE FINALLY ERASED THE MOON RACCOON FROM THIS EXISTENCE IT’S HAVING AN OVERLOAD OF HAPPINESS AND EMOTIONS THAT IT CAN’T HOLD TOGETHER SO IT JUST KEEPS COMBUSTING AND BURSTING INTO FLAMES OH MY GOD WHAT HAVE YOU DONE YOU you gorgeous superb funky little muffin messenger of the gods ugh bless you and your ask it’s made my life so beautiful and cured me of everything YOU EVIL MALICIOUS PERSON THAT THROWS NO WARNINGS SHRIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

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*SUDDENLY BURSTS INTO FLAMES AND STARTS HYSTERICALLY AND UNCONTROLLABLY FLAILING ALL OVER THE PLACE WITH NO CONTROL WHILE DOING UNINTELLIGIBLE PTERODACTYL SCREECHING NOISES*

*CLINGS TO SCREEN*

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*EXPLODES IN A MILLION SNOWFLAKES*

*needed a time to recover again before coming back and has to add a keep reading because omg it got so long i’m sorry OTL*

Aw man aw fuck. Awwwwwwww shit aksjd fkdlh jaklgjadl aw man I CAN’T

*is still thrown motionless*

Awman I can’t handle this alone. You...you throw this at me and I have no way to react like omg I was expecting support and good comments but thiS ALKSDJFLKDJGADLKFJDAGKLJ this was like ‘hello yes i’m here to sweep you off your feet’, and honestly I don’t know if I’m happy I read this before or after the exam alksdjalkgj dlkgj lkdfja imagine I’m there trying to answer things and I zone out like ‘awman helL YEAH GLADNISCOONIE IS BEST OT3 EVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-’ and there is the moderator watching me wondering why the hell I’m drooling and smiling at the void kalsjd lkdjg akldgj adlkgjad

AAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW BUDDY HEELLLLLL YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ALKJGDLKJ GLKG FAKLHLJKFHJ ADLKHJ ALKGJ ALKJ AGLKFH JGLKHJSFLKHAFJ HLSK

*HYSTERICALLY FLAILING ALL OVER THE PLACE*

*CLINGS TO SCREEN*

*HUGS THIS ASK FOREVER*

*sHRIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK*

I CAN’T STOP RE-READING THIS AND FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS LKAJSD LKDGJDAKLJG AIT’S SO BEAUTIFUL AND WONDERFUL AND EVERYTHING THAT’S GOOD ALKSJDKLGJ OMG THIS ASK ALONE IT HAS CURED ALL MY ILLNESSES, CLEARED MY SKIN, CLEANED MY LUNGS, IT MADE THE FLOWERS BLOOM, FIXED THE POLLUTION OF THE AIR, IT SAVED THE BEES AND IT’S TEARED MY SOUL APART AND GAVE IT TO THE GLADNIS DUO AND I’M GONE, I’M DED, GOODBYE EAJDKG ADLKJ AKGJHAFLKHJ AKLGJADLKJADLKGJADKLH J

Aw man. AAAAAAHHHHHHH FAHK KALSJDFKDLG JHADLKJ GDALKGJADL KJ

I really really really really really REALLY loved, and hence I want to thank you so, so, so wholeheartedly and immensely much, the fact that Ignis MY HUSBAND THAT PERFECT CREATURE ANGEL MADE OF DIVINE TEARS acknowledged I studied hard ;w; Regardless of the results (which I shall know in 2 weeks), I re-learned and learned a lot in the course I took, and I studied well for it. Maybe I didn’t go the extra mile I should have, but I did focus and I didn’t let the joy of friends get in the way; studied when I had to study, had fun when I had to have fun.

So regardless of how I did in the exam, acknowledging I studied hard is so important and it means a galaxy to me. Thank you so much for acknowledging that, and thank you for putting it into Iggy’s marVELOUS, BEAUTIFUL VOICE THAT CAN MELT ICE ITSELF FROM HOW SOFT AND GENTLE AND AKSJDHGHGFMH FGF *FANGASMS* ASJDKLFDG LKJA FLKAJD GLKADJGALKJGADLK JGAD

CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE MENTAL IMAGE OF GLADIO’S HAND GRABBING MINE BECAUSE AHAHHA FUCK ME HIS HAND HAS TO BE LIKE THE SIZE OF MY HEAD ALKSJD FLKGJADKLJA ISN’T IT THE MOST ADORABLE THING /eVER/ *GRABS COMPUTER SCREEN AND HYSTERICALLY SHAKES IT WHILE YELLING* GLADIO YOU BIG ANGEL MADE OF EVERYTHING THAT’S WONDERFUL THE BEST PART IS THAT DESPITE BEING SO GIGANORMOUS IN COMPARISON ANYONE AND EVERYONE KNOWS THAT HE’S THE MOST GENTLE AND SOFTEST MARSHMALLOW SO LIKE EVEN THOUGH HIS HAND IS SO HUGE HE ISN’T CRUSHING MINE HE’S LIKE *GENTLE GRAB* AND I MELT AND I CRY AND I /dIE/ OMG GLADIO I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MY HUSBAND MY EVERYTHING MY SUN YOU GORGEOUS CREATURE HOW DARE YOU BE SO WONDERFUL AHASKDLJF DGLKFAJG ALJ *curls up to cry in a corner*

Can we. like. Talk about that ending because.

“and the pair gently bent down to your level, to each press a kiss to your cheek. "Good Luck Babe!" "Best of Luck Darling."”

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*EXPLODES IN A MILLION SNOWFLAKES*

*has to go recover again omg i’m sorry wHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME I CAN’T BREATHE OTL*

Omg. omg. Omg. omg. OMG THIS...SPLENDI DJASFDH GHFKJL KDVJDKFLH JAKHAL GJHALFKH

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SOMEBODY STOPME I’M WRITING SO MUCH OTL I’M SO SORRY FOR THE RANT AND WRITING SO MUCH I JUST HAVE A LOT OF LOVE FOR THIS ASK AND FOR YOU YES I LOVE YOU SMOOCH I HUG THANK YOU HAVE A COOKIE AND I CAN’T STOP WRITING AND ALKSDJLKDGJDAKHJ THIS TOUCHED REALLY GOOD HEARTSTRINGS WITHIN ME AND I AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

okAY OKAY I’m gonna slow down and calm down because I’m making this answer so long hnnhnfgnhfnghnfg

THAT KISS TOTALLY SLAYED ME AND ENDED ME AND AWMANFUCKME THIS IS TOO SPLENDID THIS MAKES ME SO HEART TO THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART I’M IN LOVE WITH THE MENTAL IMAGE OF HOW THEM BOTH HAVE TO BEND DOWN AND I IMAGINE THEM DOING IT AT THE SAME TIME TO REACH ME AND EACH PRESSING A KISS TO EACH MY CHEEK SO THERE’S MY FACE

SQUISHED BETWEEN THEIRS. AND THEY HAVE THE EYES CLOSED AND I’M THERE LIKE .A. BECAUSE MY SOUL HAS LONG ABANDONED MY BODY AND I’M NOT THERE I’M AN ETHEREAL BEING THIS ASK AND THEIR KISS AND THEIIR GOOD WORDS AND WISHES SENT MY SOUL TO THE CELESTIAL SPIRITUAL REALM AND I HAVEN’T COME BACK I’M AN ETHEREAL BEING MADE OF HAPPINESS AND I SHAL LSTAY HERE FOR LIKE A DECADE MORE THANK YOU GOODBYE

AHSdkklKLAJSLFK GADKLAJD FLKADJGLKAD GJAJKGLAKLDGKJADKJAD LKHL

*THROWS A TANTRUM*

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LOOK, ALL THATI EANJK DFGJLK HKJLF JDAKLFH KAFL JLKHF AJLKHJH

*cries*

Awman awmAN HOW CAN I THANK YOU ENOUGH BUDDY!?!?!?! ;__________;

There’s no way or power in this universe that I can use to say thanks enough KLJAS DKLDGJ LKADJGAKLDJG GODS DAMN ME FUCK ICAN’T DO IT THIS REALLY. BOOSTED MY EVERYTHING AND I’M SITTING HERE LIKE A SPEECHLESS IDIOT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

Thank you so, so, so much for everything, buddy. Thank you for taking the time to write this ask to me. Thank you for cheering on me and for the support. I was rather nervous about this exam, to be honest, so I really appreciate all support, and yours came into my inbox in such a creative and beautiful way aksldjfdlkagjadlk :’)

Thank you for touching my most sensitive fangasming strings, fUCK. The Gladnis duo are my FAVE AND I BREATHE AND LIVE AND EXIST BECAUSE OF THEM OF COURSE I WOULD FREAK OUT WHEN SHOVED IN BETWEEN THEM IN A BEAUTIFUL LOVEY RELATIONSHIP AKSJD KLDGJ DAKLJAKL AJDKLJA DGDAKJLADAD

Thank you for writing such a BEAUTIFUL and well written little drabble of THE ABSOLUTE BEST OT3 IN THE ENTIRE /UNIVERSE/ GODS BLESS OH MY GAWD I CAN’T I’M GONNA DO IT AGAIN ASKLDJFD LGKJADGDA

*fANGASMS*

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GODS BLESS YOU MAY THE STARS GIVE YOU EVERYTHING YOU WANT PLUS EXTRA CASH THANK YOU I SHALL SMOOCH YOUR FACE, SMOOCH

Ah man. Aw bru I’m absolutely wrecked and ded and I’m gonna lie here for the next ten hours doing nothing but stare into the void because FUCK I’M GONE, I CAN’T REBOOT MYSELF ALKSJD LDKGJ ADKLHJ

Gods bless awman asdkljfkjdag halp.

Thank you so much for cheering on me and for writing to me this splendid ultra special ask aaaaaahhhhhhhh ;A;

I HOPE YOU’RE HAVING A MOST MAJESTIC AND FANTASTIC DECADE BECAUSE WISHING YOU A GOOD DAY ISN’T ENOUGH THANK YOU BLESS YOU I SMOOCH AGAIN

*GRABS UR FACE*

SMOOCH

*RUNS AWAY WHILE STILL ON FIRE AND SCREECHING*

[just-a-kj-blog]

I Can’t Stay Any Longer - Part 1

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Hello! I decided to repost my stories on my new blog. If you have any questions, feel free to send me an ask or a pm. This was written over a year ago, so be nice heheheh

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Relationships: Bucky x Female Reader

Summary: Reader and Bucky are living together after the events of Ultron and, in the midst of a nightmare, Bucky does something he truly regrets.

Warnings: angst, some violence, injury to reader, harsh words, swearing

Word Count: 1642

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3   Part 4   Part 5   Part 6   Part 7   Part 8   Part 9   Epilogue

I Can’t Stay Any Longer - Part 1

by just-a-kj-blog, previously nenyakj

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Rough screams jerk me out of a deep sleep, sending shocks of alarm through my body. My eyes fly open and I wince as a metal arm violently smacks down onto the right side of my face, splitting my lips open, smacking me hard into my pillow. Yelping, I yank myself out of reach and fall, flailing, off the side of the big king sized bed.

“Shit!! Bucky, what the hell??” I screech, splayed out on the floor, pressing my fingers to my bloody lips.

I’m met with dead silence. Frowning, I raise up on my knees, peek over the covers and freeze, the hair on my body standing straight up, fear coursing through my veins like ice.

Standing stock still in the shadows, tall and straight as a soldier, the man I’m in love with stares straight at me, the whites of his eyes the only distinguishing feature of his shadowed face.

“…Bucky?” I whisper, scared shitless.

He jerks at the sound of my voice and takes in a huge breath, his body posture softening to the more familiar relaxed position.

“Y/n? What–?” he blinks quickly and rubs his flesh hand over his eyes, shaking his head as if to clear it. He steps over to the nightstand and turns on the little lamp Steve bought us last Christmas, illuminating the room a soft yellow. “Doll, what are you–” His eyes widen and his face contorts in shock and agony as he takes in my bloody appearance.

“Baby… Oh my god. Oh my god, Y/n!” He scrambles over the bed to where I sit on the floor and grasps my waist, lifting me effortlessly up to sit next to him. His fingers ghost over my split lips and bruising cheek.

“It’s ok, Bucky,” I whisper against his fingertips, reassuring him as my fingers curl around his wrists. “It was just a nightmare, an accident.”

Bucky takes a shaky breath and quietly gets up, heading into the bathroom and returns with the first aid kit. He gets to work cleaning my cuts and placing butterfly bandages over the wounds in silence. I guess they’re pretty deep. He seems pretty upset, his jaw clenching and eyebrows furrowed. I let him work in silence, almost afraid to open my mouth, trying not to wince as his gentle hands work.

He’s always had nightmares, but in the past 4 months they seemed to have tapered off. Especially now that he’s moved into my little apartment a few blocks down from Steve’s. They still go out on missions with the Avengers but he’s happy to call our place home.

Snapping the kit closed, he places it on the nightstand and sits on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands, facing away from me, his shaggy brown hair falling forward.

I give him a moment to collect himself, feeling shame course through me, even though I know this isn’t my fault. His bare back heaves as he takes deep breaths, most likely trying to calm himself. After a bit, I scoot closer, placing my hand on his flesh shoulder.

“Babe? Are you ok?” I whisper, concern filling my voice.

Bucky starts trembling.

“No, I’m not ok, Y/n,” he sternly replies.

My heart aches a bit at his harsh tone of voice. He’s angry, but why? It was an honest accident and I’m fine. Sure, it hurts like hell, but it hurts so much worse witnessing my lover warring with himself.

“What…. did I do something wrong?” I whisper again, afraid of the answer.

“Of course you did something wrong!!” He jerks away from me and stands up. When he turns to face me, I’m hit full force with the power of his expression. He’s angry, accusing, his eyes spitting fire.

“You’re sleeping next to a killer!! What the hell is wrong with you?” he shouts, starting to become panicked. My shocked expression pushes him to continue his rant.

“I could have killed you! Do you know how many people I have killed in their sleep? With my metal fist alone I could snap your neck!” He moves forward and lightly grasps my neck to prove his point.

I jump at his unwelcome touch, suddenly feeling incredibly vulnerable, goosebumps traveling down my torso. He’s never grabbed my neck with his metal hand before, nor has he ever shared with me the horrors of what it was used for, even though I encouraged him to share anything with me.

I was beyond terrified at this point. And pissed off.

I angrily push his hand away.

“That was years ago, James!!” He winces at the use of his first name. I rarely call him James, only using it in highly emotional times, like sex or when I’m royally angry.

“Hydra forced you to do everything you did, you know that!! Do they still have control over you?” I rage at him, standing up and getting in his face.

He backs away, his eyes wide and still panicked.

“No, but I’m still strong enough to kill you with just a wrong move in my sleep! I went into Winter Soldier mode just now when I woke up,” he says, gesturing to the bed. “I was awaiting your orders, Y/n. He’s still in here,” he taps the side of his head with his flesh hand. “He could come out any second and I’d never be able to stop him!” he insists, desperately trying to get me to understand.

I pause at that, my heart skipping a beat, realizing it was the Soldier that was staring out at me in the darkness just a moment ago. Laying my palm on his bare chest, feeling his heart pounding beneath my fingertips, I take his flesh hand with my other.

“Ok. Ok, let’s think rationally about this,” I say quietly, trying to calm the situation. “We can talk to Helen in the morning. She might have some ideas on how to help get him out.”

But Bucky shoves me back by my shoulders and starts pacing, running his hands through his frizzled hair, his breathing shallow.

“No, no I can’t do this anymore. I can’t stay any longer. I can’t keep putting you in danger,” he growls.

My heart sinks, disbelief spreading across my face. I feel bile start to rise up at the back of my throat. This isn’t happening.

“Bucky, please–”

“No!!”

I jump at the sudden shout, cringing at the harshness in his voice, my eyes wide.

He finally faces me, eyes glinting hard as steel.

“You would have left me anyways,” he states, piercing my heart.

My face drops into a completely heartbroken expression. My mouth opens but I can’t make any sound.

“You never stay with one man too long anyways. Steve told me about Josh,” he snipes, turning to grab a bag and starts shoving random things into it.

I inhale sharply at that. Josh was a manipulative, controlling arrogant bastard who was using me to get access to the Avengers. I never told anyone that particular tidbit, especially Steve, who considered me his little sister and would have railed on him. Josh was before Bucky came back from Wakanda, before we became friends, before we became lovers.

“So it’s better I just get out of your way before the next fuck boy comes along.” Bucky slams the dresser drawer and hauls his bag onto his shoulder, turning to face me once again.

I’m speechless. This sweet, gentle man who has confessed his love for me over and over again… is shattering my heart. Tears pool in my eyes as I face him, all the pain in the world displayed on my face.

“It’s better this way,” he says vehemently.

I finally am able to make a sound.

“Bucky….. please,” I beg him, my voice breaking like my heart. “Please don’t do this! You don’t mean that!! You’re just trying to push me away, it won’t work!!”

I step towards him, my hands reaching for him, begging, but he slaps his palm right in between my breasts with his flesh hand and shoves me hard back onto the bed. The breath is forced out of my lungs as I smash my elbow on the headboard, flipping backwards and landing flat on my back on the other side. Gasping, I clutch at my chest and look up at him, in pain and shocked senseless.

Bucky’s eyes falter and for a moment shock and regret bloom behind them. But his face shutters back down again into one of anger and hatred.

“Don’t call me. Stay the fuck away from me, Y/n. I don’t love you anymore.” Grabbing his boots and a pair of jeans, Bucky slams the bedroom door closed behind him. I hear him slam the front door on his way out.

I don’t know how long I stay there after I rise to my knees, staring at the teal flowers on my bed sheets, not really seeing them. The pain in my chest is worsening, I can’t catch my breath. Blood is steadily dripping from a deep gash above my right elbow. But all I do is sit in silence, my mind going over and over what had just happened.

Bucky had never showed his violent side to me. Never even raised his voice to me. He was a picture of gentleness and kindness, going out of his way to ensure my safety and comfort. I can’t understand what the hell just happened. He …. injured me.

My breath begins to rattle in my chest. When I cough and bright red drops spatter the sheets, I snap out of my reverie and wipe my mouth, staring at the shiny red on my fingertips. I cough again, pain zinging through my ribs, and more blood splatters the bed and the floor.

“Oh shit,” I whisper. This is not good… I’m bleeding internally… into my lungs.

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[killian-whump]

I get the feeling JMO and Colin will do a panel this year just not at Creation. IMO at least, and I still have hope that if this is the last season they can bring back the original cast in a cameo to tie the series in a bow. Honor the entire series not just this one season. Otherwise I have this strange feeling S7 will be going to the shelf of things that never happened in TV. Like when Roseanne and Will and Grace got revived they changed their final seasons and retconned them. Wouldn't surprise

Well, I don’t remember how Will & Grace ended the first time around, but they have to ret-con the end of Roseanne in order to have a revival at all, because they killed off Dan and did all kinds of other weird-ass stuff. There won’t be any need to ret-con S7 if they ever revisit Once, because so far they haven’t done anything weird anywhere that would prevent revisiting everyone’s stories. Well, aside from Belle and Rumple’s story, but I have a sneaking suspicion you don’t care about them all that much :P

I’m also ignoring your other ask, because holy hell your S7 hate boner is going a little too strong for me today, Nonny. Tone it down some. It’s a perfectly fine season. It’s got some problems, sure, but it’s also got some lovely stuff too - and I prefer to focus on the positives. I ain’t gonna blast your salty rants about it. Get your own Tumblr and do that there, not here.

As for a panel, I mean... There’s not many non-Creation cons that I know of... and I’ve heard Jen’s cancellations bankrupted at least one of those companies, so there’s going to be at least one less than there was last year. And there’s no reason NOT to think that any non-Creation cons will also focus on S7 cast and might have the same issues with Jen that Creation does. So don’t get your hopes up too high.

I do hope if they do a series finale, they pull some previous cast members back for the big send-off. But then again, S6 gave all of those characters a really nice send off already, and according to you, no one cares about S7 and it’ll all be retconned anyway, so who knows? I guess we’ll have to wait and see.

Anyway, there’s still the KJ Bang Train to look forward to.

[kjwongsbrain]

Somebody call Kevin Spacey!!

If I were to name some of the truly great evils in the world I'd be a little more creative in my choices. I tend to form odd opinions about my world in general so I wouldn't pick the really important things like poverty, world hunger, cancer, or war. One of the truly great evils in this world in my opinion is advertising. Now some of you may have read my previous article regarding the state of advertising in the online world (you can read about it here - http://kjwongcreative.com/the-inside-of-kjs-brain-is-up-to-something/2016/6/13/where-do-we-go-where-do-we-go-where-do-we-go-now), but a recent event in that same world has put me on a train of thought in a much larger context.

To those of you who don't glue your faces to your screen like I regretfully do, allow me to inform you of the current state of affairs.

Youtube is in another puddle of trouble. Sure it's been in puddles of trouble before but this one seems to have genuinely shaken the foundation that Youtube is built upon. In the history of Youtube's evolution, it's encountered various problems before like the uploading of copyrighted material, or the posting of indecent or offensive material, or the general display of the worse kinds of human interaction that we as a species are capable of. Youtube has usually been able to solve these issues without much difficulty by changing the way the platform works in general. They've introduced a system of automation and all things 'algorithm' to patrol the streets of user uploaded videos. Sure some of the riffraff slips through the cracks every now and then, but it's been relatively good thus far.

This time though the puddle of trouble isn't really user related. It isn't something that seems to be solvable via algorithm. If you didn't know already, a large number of big corporations have pulled their ads from the platform entirely. This situation was caused in part by some ridiculously biased reporting from the Wall Street Journal, and in part by Youtube's general reliance on their automated system to curb the business aspect of its videos and their creators. How we got to this point in the problem is really difficult to say but I think it has all to do with how large Youtube grew and what direction in grew in. If you ask me, this reality was really inevitable. Just as people remember a portion of internet history known as the dot-com bubble, we may well refer to this incident as the Youtube bubble in years to come.

What happened with Youtube was that the growth of it invited more people to take it as a serious platform for distribution. So now you'll find an entire entertainment industry built upon it. There are professional creators on Youtube now who use the platform as their single source of income and distribution. It's actually scary to think of it in that manner. Sure Google is pretty much one of the cornerstones in the foundation of the internet, but the thought that entire businesses and countless jobs are riding on the back of one internet company's service is rather ridiculous.

In my previous article, I told an Aesop's fable-esque story of how internet advertising came to be and how the entire industry was built. The result of it is that Youtube became a place where it was financially feasible to be an independent creator. The term 'independent creator' is an important one because it's the reason why so many actually flocked to the platform once the idea that it could actually support the creators with real money got out there. Independent creators generally have independent thoughts and views and ideas, most of which don't necessarily conform to the ideas that existing production companies would be interested in and eventually fund. Independent creators are at liberty to say what they want to say, make what they want to make, swear how they want to swear, generally do what they want to do.

Youtube embraced these people and gave them a platform to exercise that freedom and actually live off of it. Youtube took their cut, of course, and became the single most dominant video hosting site in the world.

But then the algorithm slipped up. Ads started showing up on some of the riffraff too and the wholesome lovely companies that bought ads on Youtube - knowing full well that the entire system was automated and nobody was really watching every ounce of content that passed through the gates and also knowing that occasionally some really questionable content does make its way there - suddenly got scared and pulled out completely.

Then a creator was accused of being a Nazi or something.

The Youtube algorithm tried to correct itself, fearful that the big advertising dollars were gone for good. And then content was suddenly getting restricted and forced out of advertising potential where it was once welcomed with open arms. Anything that was deemed just a tad too risque for the wholesome companies with the wholesome advertising money was immediately struck from the list. Creators suddenly awoke to almost entire channels no longer receiving advertising revenue.

Suddenly, Youtube is looking a lot like the big evil production companies that sidelined the independent creators. Youtube no longer invites the independent creator to do whatever he or she pleases and make a living doing what they love, but only has room for those that are squeaky clean and happy faced. Pretty soon Youtube will be populated solely by Peppa Pig and toy unboxing channels.

And I'm not really bothered by that. Yes, I do watch a lot of Youtube these days, but I don't think I would care if any of it went away. In fact I think the Youtube bell curve of quality is a little too large in the middle. When I look at the landscape of Youtube today I'm actually a little disgusted that we've gone from celebrating creative media to celebrating personality based media. If you really think about it, most of this has basically returned us to the dark ages of television known as 'reality TV', what with the creation and celebration of the minor celebrity with no real talent or substance. When I look at the sea of vlogging going on in the Youtube space and the millions and millions of views it generates, side by side with the excellent videos of art and music and short films, I'm appalled.

So when these vloggers and tepid personalities who've suddenly struck internet fame cry foul about the change in the way Youtube is operating, I really can't side with them. When they start making claims that Youtube is censoring them (which by the way I totally disagree with the idea that what Youtube is doing is merely censorship with a different name. That's absolute horse shit. Nobody is stopping you from making your videos and putting them online. Nobody is telling you to take them down. It's just that now nobody is paying you to do them. That does not equate to censorship. That's the stupid ego of some of these idiot f*cks (sorry I had to swear there. Also, parentheses in parentheses again) who think that their voice is really that important in the world. Sorry, I had to rant there because I genuinely hate these people who represent the worst bits of my generation. They are part of the reason why the label of 'millennial' has such a negative connotation), I really can't buy into that premise.

I don't think they should've ever existed in the first place. They're only there because the new media platforms have allowed their slightly-shinier-than-average personalities to be profitable. And yes I am speaking with quite a bit of cynicism here as a creative individual because I see great crafts and skills and performances go unnoticed while some random person who simply isn't afraid of being a clown on camera draws in millions of views every single week. It's almost impossible to gain those numbers in a proper stage production these days involving countless hours of creative sweat and tears but right across the street is a man with a camera pointing at his face doing exactly that.

And we celebrate this. We throw our time - our most valuable currency on this planet - at them.

I have to say that the idea that Youtube might come sorely crashing down was always inevitable in my mind. Looking at the way Youtube grew and the path that it took getting there, it was always a house of cards. I've remained constantly skeptical of entire businesses that have built upon the foundations of Youtube and Google - again, doesn't this look exactly like the dot-com bubble? - and while I've chosen to support some of them, I've never once believed that all of them could endure and survive in this climate. Even the mighty RoosterTeeth, the godfather of the internet distribution model and perhaps the oldest online media production company ever, a channel that I've watched for years now; I've always wondered how long they'll continue to float atop the volatile world of internet media.

And so with Youtubeland no longer enticing the big bucks of advertising to fund the vast majority of semi-creative individuals, is it all over? Who knows. Who can tell where we're going in this constantly changing digital world. I've already said that I wouldn't really bother if it does come to an end. We'll all find other means of entertainment anyway and all the tepid faces will eventually fade back into obscurity. That doesn't sound so bad to me.

But there's something more to this story other than the possibility of the Youtube bubble finally bursting. And this is the bit that I am concerned about and has caused me a great deal of worry.

You see, the thought that advertising pulling out of a platform and causing this kind of drama has got me thinking about just how much of the world depends on the advertising industry. And here is why we come back to my idea that advertising is really one of the great evils in this world. As I take a step back and look beyond the walls of Youtube and Google and Facebook, the reality of how many different facets of our lives involve or even depend on advertising is slightly horrifying. Entire businesses, countless jobs, news portals, entire industries in art and music and culture - all of this is almost entirely reliant on the advertising industry to stay alive.

Nowadays I wonder, if I ever got my genie wish that advertising would disappear for good (By the way, my genie wishes are the death of advertising, a million of each type and color of LEGO brick and infinite room to store them, and Gordon Ramsay's kitchen. In that order.), what would the world look like? Is advertising really as necessary as it makes itself out to be?

And that's what's bothering me about this entire thing - the idea that we've allowed advertising to seep into our lives with barely any notice or consent, and now so heavily depend upon it. The picture being painted here with this Youtube situation is that we've basically done the thing that we so often say we despise and have handed back the power to the big evil corporations. With a single move from these corporations, even the almighty Google can be shaken. Money is truly terrifyingly powerful, and ad dollars are no exception. And yet we've built so many things on the back of ad revenue because it's a model that somehow still manages to work. And that's why it's so evil. We need it. And it consumes us.

That's why I have my own little space here. This space has no intention of generating any income. There will never be ads running on this space because I don't get paid to write these articles and put them online; I pay someone to allow me to. That also means that this space will probably never grow into something bigger. I'll never cajole more contributors with more insight and more knowledge than me to come write here for no money. I'll never grow this into a subscription based magazine that pretends to have views that people should pay attention to. This will always and forever be a drain on my bank account, and a space for me to be a truly independent creative. No ad dollars can determine what I make or what I say. Only the dollars in my bank account. And that's the way I'll keep it for as long as I can.

Sure my face is not as shiny and my personality even colder than the tepid ones you see online. Sure I have a boring voice and have really very little things of interest to say. But guess what? As I watch the world of online advertising based media come crashing down, I'll still be atop my little hill that I bought, quietly writing about it for barely anyone to read.

And that's fine with me.

 *I think I'm taking the concept of titles that have no meaning until you actually read the article a little too far. It's almost completely non-indicative of what the content of the article is. I take that back. It's not almost completely non-indicative, it is completely non-indicative. I'll rein myself in next time.*