#Modeling (hate that term) how to look at and appreciate something

[itspileofgoodthings]

on another but related note, I love watching students react to Jennifer Ehle’s Elizabeth because she’s beautiful, truly, but she’s also real person beautiful not supermodel beautiful or Instagram filtered beautiful and as teenagers they do have their petty not at all valid but not at all their fault reaction to her kind of beauty, to the reality of it, where they rebel against even having to look at a Real Woman for a second (because the indoctrination and propoganda they have flooded into their brains every day is actually that bad and that damaging that looking at a gorgeous but still real 24 year old Jennifer Ehle makes their brains go on the fritz for a second) and then she and the story win them over. On the whole at least. And they have that moment of experiencing art meeting reality and discovering that it’s good. And I LOVE that.

[jazzyblusnowflake]

(If this was asked before, I swear to god.) FullCompany (NUziVJ) Headcannons?

aaaaaaaaa time to write once more- i missed being able to type away like the lil shit i am-

anyhow- okay lets see- gonna add some things here- tbh my ideas was mostly for Jenvy ideas mainly- but i guess ill fit Uzi in there lol

Some JeNVUzi HCs:

[once again- Drone au only, and maybe minor suggestive content but not nsfw]

The polycule is essentially formed around Uzi pulling them back together-

J's original reason for siding with Cyn which was rooted in fear- was on the basis that she still had her team on her side so she could keep them safe and so theyd have eachother to rely on even after Cyn destroys everything. she did not however, account for Uzi coming along and messing everything up and ruining her team's alignment while she was "dead".

the entire reason J tried to kill N or V at any time was cuz she knew a clone of them would be sent back anyway- she has basically become desensitized towards death in general given she had also died around 12 times herself [canon]- V and N try to help her through this- during which they also deal with Vs behavior and Ns trauma too.

to communicate with J they often had to spar with her- seeing as she hated talking about feelings- but this became their own thing they all did afterwards to unwind and communicate- as J opened up a lot easier after feeling like she was reached out to.

Uzi and J bond over anime and gaming- the latter being somewhere J could actually use her anger on more effectively XD

they all like reading books every now and then where one would read and the others snuggle or cuddle- they take turns. [this is from their manor days]

J is... unable to emote or show emotion easily and it eats her alive. she can't show the appropriate needed emotion to the mood of the room and it makes her have breakdowns- occasionally throw up- as though you are desperately trying to cry but the tears wont come so you try heaving it out- make yourself fit in and look normal by trying to FEEL something- but she cant. J is a dated business model drone- custom made for office work- she was made to be this way- Cyn didn't change her- and she grows to hate herself for it. so when a situation happens that she doesn't know how to react, she leaves or hides- until N,V or Uzi find her- usually disassociating or somewhat catatonic.

Uzi occasionally feels out of place with the group, as though she's just being a literal 4th wheel, since they have history together. the others try to show her that she is important to them each in their own ways-

addressing the elephant in the room- yes, it took a long time for N and J to come to terms with eachother- J eventually accepting that her original reason for hating N [him being better than her or preferred over her esp by Tessa] wasn't important anymore- and tries to appreciate him and V and Uzi more in whatever is left of her life.

make no mistake V and J are still very much bitchy on a surface level- just cuz they are all growing close does not mean they are all now lovey dovey with eachother or sweet and character-redemption-ed with everyone around them. therefore: "playful catfights" >:3 !

V and Uzi tease J alot- this is one of the reasons why J found more comfort with N- not gonna tell him to his face tho lol.

J teaches N to draw better and they bond over that alot-

Uzi and J like attention alot- and they wanna get it by being as wordless as possible- very cat coded.

Uzi, V and N like to drag J into doing more normal things that have less to do with work. so far J has mostly shown some interest in writing and maybe poetry but she WILL shoot your head off if you try to read her stuff-

J's first kiss was with Uzi- N and V having kissed once back at the manor being eachothers first kiss. J thinks V kisses the best tho lol.

N and V like to cuddle a lot- J and Uzi are usually dependent on mood-

V likes to bite- J likes to be bitten, N and Uzi like both- :3

J likes playing with N and Uzi's fluffy hair. V only lets N touch her hair.

during intimate cuddles- J has passed out the most lol. Uzi following a close second lol-

Uzi and J yap alot about tech work-

hmm this is all i can think about for NOW-

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[omegaversetheory]

So I have a big question, how could a transgender person be in the omegaverse, taking into account that gender doesn't matter much and the dynamic (A/B/O) is the most important thing. What would an Alpha male be like, who feels that the right thing for him is to be Omega? Sorry for my bad English.

hello! You've got wonderful English, don't be so hard on yourself - you rock.

okay, two disclaimers - I am not trans (peanut gallery - if you are trans please give your take below, I'm sure anon would appreciate hearing from someone with lived experience), and second I'll be answering this from a traditional omegaverse perspective - the most conservative and strict style.

He'd probably become very isolated - as it would be difficult for him to connect with others in his peer group (alpha males) and may harbor deep resentment towards them for their chauvinistic/brash attitudes or how they treat betas/omegas. This isolation may be physical - not going out much, squirreling himself away or it might be more mental - such as not giving out any personal details, having a "nothing behind those eyes" look all the time, floating around like a ghost.

Depending on his family/friend/circle's consensus on what the purpose of being an omega is, he might feel a great deal of shame and anger. This could turn into something I haven't seen written about often but is interesting - where he knows deeply that he is an omega but hates himself for it, wishing he could've only been the alpha other people see him as. This might influence him to start overcompensating with is "alpha-mask" hoping to lean so far into this persona that he can convince himself and others he's just the most alpha-y alpha to ever alpha.

If he feels compelled to engage with behaviors understood to be "omega" like nesting - it will be done in a private place he knows other people will not find it. If his own home/room isn't a good place for this, perhaps he might have a hideout somewhere - a safe space where he can be himself.

It would be great if he had a confidant or unlikely friend who he was able to open up to about who he was - I'd suggest a female omega for his because of the great political/gender divide that lies between them both in gender and dynamic - and there are many ways they could play this relationship to make it look acceptable to be seen together.

He may feel extremely depressed, ashamed, angry, etc... when he goes through ruts or experiences attraction to those he deems "not appropriate". Obviously, being trans and sexual attraction are not the same thing, but I'm sure it would be hard to seperate the two when being around another omega makes him basically froth at the mouth and become a slave to his alpha hormone's sex drive. I'm sure he would find that behavior disgusting and may have a lot of mental/emotional conflict if he found himself unable to stop lusting after an omega in a way that he feels is "alpha". If I were authoring his story, I might have him find acceptance and romantic love in the arms of the female omega he befriends - showing that loving omegas was just who he was, not just part of being in an alpha body.

In terms of what he might do to transition - perhaps he might seek out scent blockers, rut control, and other hormonal aids to take the edge off. Nothing could really be done about his height, and he would need several surgeries (possibly experimental depending on your au) to solve the rest if that's something he was even interested in.

Other things to think about - the specific culture he lives in and others' he might intersect with, how the alpha might struggle separating who he is as a man apart from who he is as an alpha, what biological/cultural signifiers communicate his dynamic to other people (would he have an easier time if he just moved somewhere else??), and a billion others.

Like I said, I am not trans and since omegaverse uses a two part gender model I don't think we can reliably conceive of all of the things that one would have to think about if they wanted to change how they were perceived in one half only.

Peanut gallery! There are a lot of trans stories that take place in the omegaverse, please share your favorites below to help anon get their wheels turning!

[musical-attorney]

Lemme rant for a quick second bc omg. (Spoilers for Phoenix wright AA, Justice For All (briefly), Trials and Tribulations (briefly), Apollo Justice AA, and Duel Destinies)

So I just got done playing Duel Destinies, right? And I appreciated the experience, the music was great, Athena was great, the Klavier callback was great, and so on. DO YOU KNOW WHAT WASN'T GREAT?! THE FACT THAT THEY WON'T MENTION KRISTOPH GAVIN EVEN ONCE.

Now I understand this is pretty much a non issue in terms of general gameplay but it's a HUGE issue in terms of story!! Like, I understand that they're probably not trying to spoil the past game for any new players (even though I'm not sure who starts at DD but whatever) but that's not even an excuse because in Justice for All, they outright said Manfred Von Karma was in jail and dead!

Furthermore, I wouldn't even be ranting about this in the first place if it was a lesser culprit like Matt Engarde who had zero greater importance in the later series, but Kristoph is objectively the most important culprit in Ace Attorney!! According to Duel Destinies itself, the dark age of the law was started mostly thanks to two events: the UR-1 incident and Phoenix's disbarment. You'd think that someone who contributed to this damn near decade of legal corruption would be mentioned a bit more?!

But no! Literally they dance around this man's name more than Edgeworth does with Phoenix in AAI. Even then, at least he got "that man." Kristoph is treated like everyone collectively forgot about his name and face. Sure, you could argue that they talk about everything he did as vaguely as possible without giving spoilers but that's arguably worse! Duel Destinies full on brought back Klavier, showed a full clip of 3d beanix that the devs put time and effort into modeling, and showed a quick clip of the gramarye trial AND YET NOT ONCE DID THEY TALK ABOUT THE MAN WHO CAUSED IT DIRECTLY!!

Not only is that a cowardly move in the writing room, it's also limiting character growth for multiple characters! I understand that Duel Destinies isn't about Kristoph but instead about introducing Athena as a character, but Turnabout Academy was PRIME TIME to have even a single line about him directly. Klavier, Apollo, and Phoenix were in the same damn room!! Athena could've left for a moment to go find more evidence and the player would get to be in Apollo's POV. And I'm not asking for a whole 5 minute conversation about Kristoph because even I think that'd be a little too much, I'm just asking for the characters to either address him in passing or for Klavier to literally say ANYTHING about his brother at all. They are in the midst of a legal breakdown and they can't have a single line of dialogue about how Klavier strives to undo what Kristoph (and himself by proxy) has done to the legal system?!

No one can tell me that wouldn't give him so much more depth! Same thing goes for Apollo and ESPECIALLY Phoenix! Don't get me started on Phoenix. Honestly, I'd think he'd have the most to say about the man who literally ruined his life for 7 years but apparently not! Apparently seeing black psyche locks on your employee that you've only seen ONE OTHER TIME on ONE OTHER GUY doesn't warrant a flashback or something!

Again, I genuinely wouldn't be so pissed off if this was about Matt Engarde or Dahlia Hawthorne or something, but love him or hate him, Kristoph is a vital culprit in the Ace Attorney series as a whole. Without him, there'd be no 7 year gap, Trucy wouldn't have gotten adopted by Phoenix, The Magical Turnabout probably wouldn't play the same, the concept of black psyche locks would only show up in Duel Destinies, Klavier would be a shallow character, and probably even more aspects depending on what angle you look at it from/how the player interprets the effects of Turnabout Trump and Turnabout Succession.

Maybe this is a non-issue and I'm ranting for nothing. Maybe I'm biased because Kristoph is my favorite character in the entire series. I don't know. But what I do know is that the way Duel Destinies piggybacks off of Kristoph's actions and cannot be bothered to actually address the elephant in the room is actually disgusting. It's like talking about the "I Have a Dream" speech and then not saying who gave it. And I just feel sad for the character development that could've been with Apollo, Klavier, and Phoenix. But I get it. Duel Destinies is Athena's game. So why beat a dead horse?

[ozimagines]

Chico Guerra & Miguel Alvarez in…

Oh Shit, It’s Mine, Isn’t It?

Holly Beecher needed volunteer hours, so she decided to work at the theatre where Fiona starred in many, many shows. This one was Footloose, appropriate enough for a kid, so Beecher and Keller drove her there every day after school, and she’d spend a few hours organizing props and helping with blocking, before hanging out with Fiona a bit. Today was different. Fiona’s apartment flooded so she needed to rush out of rehearsal before it was over and deal with all that. Holly instantly felt out of place without her role model there. Miguel Alvarez, the stage manager, notice how she wilted when the star left, so he tried to be as kind to her as he was able.

“Hey, Holly.” He poked his head into the prop room that she was organizing. She flinched a little and Miguel tried not to take it personally. He tugged at the hem of his boyfriend’s hoodie. “You want a Gatorade or something?”

“What colors do you have?” She asked, playing with the end of a wand with flowers sticking out of the end. He told her Yellow, Orange, and Light Blue. She asked for a yellow one, so that’s what he brought her.

He waited with her for her Dads after rehearsal, and after ten minutes, Holly got a call on her phone. She nodded and uh huhed the person on the other end before tugging on Miguel’s sleeve and handing the phone to him.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Miguel,” Toby was on the other line, sounding a little freaked out Miguel asked what was up. “We got into a little fender bender. Everything’s fine, it’s really just the car, but we can’t get over to Holly right now. Is the theatre still open?”

“Nah, we’re waiting outside right now.”

“Fuck…” Beecher tried to think of a solution, when one came to him; “I’m so sorry, Miguel, can you keep an eye on her until we get there?”

“How long will you be. ‘Cause Chico’s coming to pick me up in like five minutes.”

There was a pause.

“You’re still together?” He asked after a minute. Miguel sighed.

“Why does everybody ask it like that? Yes, we’re still together.”

“You’re right, sorry, it’s just… you both were kinda hostile in Oz and I don’t want to send Holly into that.” Toby reasoned, and Miguel realized that he was gonna ask if Holly could go with them for a bit.

“Nah, man, we’re all domestic now.” He laughed to himself, giving Holly the universal sign for ‘one minute’. Beecher chuckled on the other line.

“I wouldn’t ask unless it was an emergency.”

“It’s fine, Beech. We’ll watch her for a bit. I’ll have Holly share our address.”

“Thanks, Miguel. I really appreciate it.” He heard Beecher sigh and he knew that after all Holly had been through, it couldn’t have been easy to send her out with someone else.

“It’s gonna be fine. We got her.” Miguel assured, tousling Holly’s hair a little. He handed the phone back to Holly and went to text Chico, when a beat up ‘85 Chevy Camaro in light blue pulled up. He closed his eyes and took a breath. Chico sucked when it came to dealing with surprises. He opened the car and helped Holly into the backseat, sitting down right after. Chico was looking at him like he was an alien.

“So, this is Holly Beecher. Her Dads are… preoccupied. She’s gonna hang out with us for a bit.” He buckled himself in and got ready for the car to pull away. When it didn’t, he looked back at Chico, who was staring at him incredulously. “What, Chico?”

Chico tried to find the right words with the kid in the car.

“Why is this the first I’m hearing about this?”

“It’s been the plan for all of five minutes now.” Miguel explained, looking between his boyfriend and Holly.

“The place isn’t exactly kid-friendly.” Chico was searching for any way out of this. It’s not that he hated kids, it’s that he had no goddamn instincts with them. He barely hung out with Carlo’s nieces and nephews because he got so awkward around them.

“Chico, honey, this is happening. Come to terms with it any way you gotta.” He informed his huffy boyfriend. Chico rolled his eyes.

“Yes, your majesty.” He set his eyes to the road, only looking back when he heard Holly giggle.

“He’s funny.” She said to Miguel, and he eyes his ma up and down.

“Sometimes.” Was all he said, touching Chico on the hand as he shifted gears. The car flared to life and the engine roared down the street. Miguel leaned over.

“Stop driving like a maniac. We got a kid in the car.”

“I know how to drive, Mi-chael.” Chico snipped, but he did actually slow down. He darn near forgot there was a child in the backseat.

“It’s okay,” Holly said, picking at her orange nail polish and intermittently looking out the window. “Pop drives crazy too. Like Thunder Mountain at Disney World. Drives Dad nuts.”

“I don’t drive crazy.” Chico miffed, defensively. Holly shook her head, sagely.

“That’s what Pop always says.”

Miguel chuckled a little bit. He liked it when other people broke Chico’s balls for a change. Chico grimaced but said nothing. They got to the apartment and Miguel threw his keys in the bowl by the door. Chico rushed past them and grabbed his weed off the coffee table and took it to their room. Miguel gestured for Holly to sit on the couch, and blushed as he grabbed a pair of boxers from the night before and tossed them to Chico as he exited the bedroom, only to turn around and throw them back in. Holly giggled. Their apartment couldn’t have looked more different than Fiona’s, everything a shade of brown in some sort of way. Miguel turned to Holly.

“You hungry, kid?”

Holly nodded her head, bouncing a little on the suede couch. Miguel went to the kitchen to look for something to feed her. He pushed past all their spicy snacks to see if he had something more ‘white kid friendly’.

“I could make you a grilled cheese… quesadilla… bowl of cereal…?” He called out like the world’s lamest menu.

“Can you make me a cheese quesadilla?” She asked, looking through their movie collections. Miguel fought the urge to tell her ‘cheese quesadilla’ was redundant, but he opted against it and got out a pan to make it in. Holly heard.

“You’re making it in a pan?” She called out, thumbing through a pile of horror movies she wasn’t allowed to see. Saw VI and Scream II and something called Would You Rather. She began to open the case when a tan hand reached past her head and snatched it from her. It was Miguel, who put that and the other horror movies back in the TV stand.

“Yeah, where else?” He spoke, gravelly, not acknowledging the pile of inappropriate movies before her.

“Dad makes it in the microwave.” She stated, and Miguel rolled his eyes.

“That’s one way.” He said, as if his Latino heart wasn’t breaking. “This is how I do it. Gets the tortilla crunchy.”

“That’s so cool!” She said, and Miguel thought she was mocking him for a second, so he turned back, but her face was just completely lit up. He smiled.

“Thanks.” He went to get the ingredients and called over his shoulder, without looking; “Chico!”

Chico, however, was not across the room, and was, in fact, just entering the kitchen where his boyfriend yelled at top volume. When Miguel didn’t look over his shoulder, Chico just walked up behind him as if he’d done this a million times and yelled in the same volume two inches away;

“What?!”

Miguel started and looked over his shoulder angrily at his boyfriend, who was looking all too pleased with himself. He reached past Miguel in the fridge and started towards a beer, when Miguel took it out of his hand and placed it back.

“No drinking in front of the kid.” He said, sternly, and turned his back again to get the tortillas from the pantry. Chico raised a brow and as soon as Miguel turned his back, stuck his tongue out. He heard giggling from across the room, and saw Holly was looking at him and laughing. He got self conscious. Miguel turned back around.

“Turn on the TV for her.”

“Didn’t hear a ‘please’ in there.”

“No, you didn’t. Go turn it on for her.”

“As you wish, princess.” Chico said with an exaggerated bow. Holly laughed again and Chico barely regarded her. He couldn’t have been more pissed. He had a whole night in with Miguel planned; a little beer and tequila, a little action or horror movies, and a whole lot of fucking, and now his boyfriend was playing house with someone else’s kid. He shuddered. He hoped Miguel wasn’t getting any ideas about getting a permanent arrangement child.

Chico turned on the TV and opened HBO, flipping through movies and TVs shows to find something for her.

“What’s Would You Rather?” She asked, plopping herself on the sofa. Chico gritted his teeth.

“It’s a horror movie. You like those?” He asked, not really caring, only to hear Miguel say;

“Chico, man, she’s ten.”

“Well, I don’t know!” He said exasperated, sitting down on the couch right next to Holly.

“I like playing would you rather. Do you wanna play?”

“No.” Chico said before he could think of a lie, right as Miguel said;

“Sure.”

Holly bounced in place.

“Ok, so first off; Would you rather go on an adventure with Indiana Jones or Hans Solo?” She sat back to hear their answers.

“Han Solo,” Miguel called from the kitchen after a moment of thinking.

“Why?” Holly asked. “You hafta say why afterwards or it doesn’t count.”

Miguel chuckled as Chico rubbed his temples.

“I like cocky rebels, what can I say.” Miguel explained, sending Chico a knowing glance. It softened him a little bit, he couldn’t lie. Just sucked he couldn’t do anything about it. After a few revealing rounds of Would You Rather later, and the quesadilla was ready. He cut it up for her and asked if she’d like anything to drink or something to dip it in.

“Chocolate milk please and ranch.”

Chico visibly bristled at a quesadilla being dipped in Ranch but he knew his Italian colleagues also hated that he added hot sauce to his pizza so he didn’t say anything. Miguel brought it over on a paper plate and chastised Chico for not putting on anything to watch yet.

“You haven’t exactly given me a direction here.”

“Put on Malcolm in the Middle. There. You got a direction.” Miguel said, deadpanned. Chico glared at him but went to put it on, as Miguel explained to her what it was; a show about a dysfunctional family of brothers.

“I used to have brothers too.” Holly said, absentmindedly, not intending to drag down the conversation. Chico and Miguel made eye contact, both sharing a sort of sympathy between them.

“We just got regular milk, Holly, do you want that?” Miguel asked and Chico stood up.

“We have that chocolate topping for ice cream, I’ll use some of that to make chocolate milk.” He brushed past Miguel, who was standing there in awe. It was kinda nice seeing his boyfriend go out of his way for a kid. Chico brought the milk over to Holly, who drank from it happily. She watched the show with a big smile, Miguel sitting next to her and Chico sitting next to him. Chico put an arm around Miguel when he sat down, pulling Miguel into his chest. Miguel cozied up next to him.

“This quesadilla is so so good, Mr. Miguel.”

“Thanks, Holly.”

“If you were one of the brothers on the show, which one would you be?” Holly postulated to the group, and Miguel through for a second whereas Chico answered immediately.

“Dewey.”

“You’re Dewey?” Miguel asked with a raise brow. Chico shook his head.

“I was talking about you, dipshit.”

“Language, Chico.” He said, but leaned in to peck Chico on the cheek.

“Who would I be?”

“Reese.”

Chico scoffed.

“Thanks a lot.”

“No,” Holly shook her head, still watching. “He’d be Francis, ‘cause like, he’s really fun but also a good person.”

She took another bite of her quesadilla. Miguel smiled and looked at Chico, who was staring, surprised. He looked at Miguel, who stroked the side of his face, lovingly, and nuzzling his neck. Alright, Chico couldn’t lie, that comment felt good. Nice. Warm, even. He puffed out his chest a little.

“You’d be Malcolm,” he said to Holly after a minute and when she said ‘really’ he added hastily, “ya freaky little genius.”

Holly giggled and finished off her food. Miguel cleaned up after her. Chico surprised them both by saying;

“Wanna play Monopoly?”

Holly vehemently agreed and they got their old board out and set everything up. About a half hour in, Holly was rolling to get out of jail, having both Chico and Miguel in a proverbial headlock. Miguel had just landed on St. James with four houses and Chico had cleared out his bank account buying up the greens, only for Holly to own an entire corner of the board that he got stuck on. He had his head in his hands.

“Oops, no doubles, guess I’ll stay in jail one more round.” Holly said, not even pretending to be upset by this turn of events. Chico made a sarcastic mimicking face, and Miguel laughed, kicking him under the table. He got so competitive sometimes… well, all the time.

“If you land on Penn Avenue with the houses, you’re cooked.” Chico grimaced, trying not to take it too personally that he was losing his favorite board game in front of his boyfriend. Holly shrugged.

“And if your Aunt had balls she’d be your Uncle.” She quoted something she heard her Pop say a million times, and Miguel lost his shit, cackling and having to put his head down on the table to catch his breath.

When Beecher and Keller had finally come over, Keller being the most apprehensive one about letting Holly stay with two guys from Oz, especially with the history that they had, Miguel went to answer the door. He put his finger over his lips to say shhh and gestured towards the couch. Chico was fast asleep, Malcolm In the Middle still on the TV, and Holly asleep right next to him, head on his shoulder. Toby chuckled under his breath and went to go wake his daughter. Keller stayed by Alvarez.

“Thanks, Alvarez.” Was all he could say, compliments very much not being in his vocabulary.

“Don’t mention it. She’s a good kid. Welcome here anytime.”

Holly woke with a start, walking Chico in the process. She saw her Dad and immediately hugged him, still sleepily resting her head on his shoulder. Chico blinked the sleep out of his eyes and half heartedly waved at Beecher, who smiled and waved back. Beecher started to carry Holly out, when she started again on his shoulder and so he went back and put her down next to Chico. He raised a brow at the kid.

“Thanks for playing with me, Mr. Chico. I had fun. You too, Mr. Miguel.”

Hearing himself called Mr. turned Chico’s bones to dust but he still smiled, and waved at Holly, goodbye.

“Next time, I won’t take it easy on you in Monopoly.” He joked, winking at her. She smiled big and told her Dad that she’d won, resting her head sleepily on his shoulder.

“Thank you, Miguel. I mean it.”

“‘Course, Beecher.” He waved bye at Holly who was already nodding off and closed the door, turning to Chico who was starting to snore again himself. Miguel sat next to him on the couch, pushing coarse strains of black hair out of his eyes. Chico’s eyes fluttered open, and he smiled a little at his boyfriend. “You were good with the kid.”

Chico snorted.

“Really? I swore and got angry over Monopoly.”

“Holly seemed to have fun. She liked you.” He stroked the side of Chico’s face again and Chico signed into Miguel’s hand, kissing the palm on its way down his face.

“Yeah well, I’m a renaissance man, what can I say?” He mumbled, eyes still closed and breaths long and deep. Miguel leaned in and pecked his man on the lips, and Chico pressed back into him, a small grin on his face. “She liked you too, Mr. Miguel.”

Miguel grinned and sat back on the couch, head on Chico’s shoulder, closing his eyes as well.

“You ever think about us having kids one day?” He asked suddenly, and Chico chuckled.

“This your way of telling me you’re knocked up? Oh shit, it’s mine, isn’t it?” He said with a deadpan that made Miguel laugh against his better judgement. After he recovered, Chico answered honestly. “Not before tonight but now a little bit, yeah.”

“You’d be a good Dad.” Miguel sighed, starting to drift off to sleep, the kid having tuckered him out.

“You too, Miguelito.” Chico kissed the air in Miguel’s general direction, already being half asleep.

That night, they both had dreams of their hypothetical kid together. In Chico’s, there was a little boy with Miguel’s nose, standing on a chair and helping him make cookies, both of them sneaking in extra chocolate chips behind Miguel’s back. In Miguel’s, the kid was a little brown haired girl with Chico’s eyes, toying and laughing around the room maniacally, giggling like a gremlin as Chico chased after her. They awoke and didn’t even have to speak about it; they could just see on the other’s face what their dreams had been.

They called Beecher that day and asked if they could babysit for Holly in the future.

[theshypinkflower]

HII!! So I sent you a request as Anonymous but you didn’t reply so I wanted you tell it differently

So my AU/Headcanon is that Derek had a Girlfriend before but she had gotten pregnant by him but Derek didn’t mind it and broke up with her then 9 Months later a Girl was born that looks much like Derek and a hint of her Mom but some features from Salvatore or Matt before her Mom (Derek’s Ex girlfriend) died from Derek’s Desert trip as his victim, so a few years later Alinda (Derek’s Daughter and Salvatore’s Granddaughter) is Sixteen and is a popular, smart girl in her school but is a bully by harming them but in the Goffard Mansion she is a sweet angel but Matt suspected her attitude but continued spoling her wanting to make her think Matt is better than Derek but anyways, Rochelle is her Aunt and her role model and dislikes Salvatore because of his “Love Life” back then and life back in college about him being a Homosexual despite the fact she’s a closeted lesbian so what is your opinion on this and how do you think they will act with Alinda as a new part of the Goffard Family and possibly a soon to be a heir to the Goffard Business will they hate her? Love her?

Hai so sorry I haven’t answered a lot of asks you’re not the only one I haven’t answered

About Sal’s homosexuality, Alina wouldn’t really know that because Sal hasn’t confided about that with anyone. His love life in college (with his best friend specifically) was treated as a really dirty secret that no one would know about. And I mean NO ONE Sal is pretty good at keeping a secret when it’s convenient for him. Unless it was like a drunk confession or smth? That’s up for you to make since she is YOUR character.

Sal would absolutely dote on his first grand baby, he would’ve preferred a BOY but it’s that grandpa instinct to spoil his grandkids more than his actual kids. Sal also would’ve preferred Derek not have this bastard of a child (bastard as in terms of not being wed) but again new little heir for him to influence. Matt would just spoil her on holidays since he’s probably too buried in his work to actually spend time with his niece. He does like holding it above Derek’s head that his own duaghter prefers her uncle than him. Still the presence of Alinda is a HUGE blow to him. In the unlikely event something were to happen to Derek during a dessert trip Matt would be next in line for the company but thanks to Alinda it completely skips Matt. Sure Matt would be owner until she’s of legal age but at some point he’d have to give it over as according to Sal’s will.

Rochelle wouldn’t mind spending time with her niece but she’s very much “You shouldn’t have ANY role models. At least not from this family.” She’s kinda indifferent to her niece, but does appreciate her company now and then since it’s like a Guinea pig for new makeup looks. Plus it’s nice having someone else to go shopping with.

Overall all of Derek’s siblings (mainly the older ones of the 11) have bad experiences with babies thanks to Sal. So it’s kinda like, groan, eye roll, and yet still dote on her because it’s a baby they don’t have to take care of.

[theoceanswaves0]

Ahhhh I fell completely behind on writing these! Thoughts on Chapters 4 for now, chapters 5-8 to come later.

Ch. 4

—>So Chapter 4 brings us to the end of volume 1, and I'm just left wondering - how many volumes is this going to be? As of this post, we just recently got chapter 8, so surely that means volume 2 will be published soon, right?

-->I?? Didn't??? Talk about Tadase and Niya??? That's a crime against humanity. Forgive me for I have sinned.

What a clever ploy here by our resident streamer. Like, are we sure he isn't from the future, where streaming is more commonplace (if you're like me, and refuse to believe that this arc isn't still taking place in 2008?)? Because kids back then weren't think of likes and view counts and all that. I could certainly believe a kid in this day and age would care about that, unfortunately.

Anyway, I really like how much of a wildcard Niya is here. Like, it's pretty obvious he's trying to manipulate Tadase, right? But to what end? What is his end goal here?? Is he working for the director or does he have his own motives??

Seeing him simply as a copycat to Ikuto kind of misses the point - like yes, on the surface, he has quite a bit in common with him. But based on how he operates, he makes for an interesting contrast with Nikaidou from the first arc. I'll hold off on a more in depth comparison to other characters for now though - I just want to see what he does next and find out what his actual endgame goal is.

--> Character Transformations from the dorm leaders wasn't entirely surprising to me. However, I am curious about the naming conventions - is it solely to reference their dorm names, or is there some sort of connection to Amu's own transformations? We know the Arc-Eggs are manufactured in some way, so is it possible that they were made to be modeled after other chara bearers?

Sure, it could simply another reference to card suites... but it's interesting since we don't normally see overlap with names like this.

--> Yesss!!! The conflict I've been waiting for!!!

--> I want to apologize to Tadase. I never appreciated him back in the OG days. Not that I hated him per se, but he just didn't stick out to me as much as the other characters. But you know what? His growth and determination is such a good parallel with Amu's.

--> I love Kinomi. I think he's my second favorite character introduced in this arc (after Erito ofc). Like he just has so much potential for interesting interactions, and this moment here is so funny. Please, please, please, can we get an anime reboot announced so we can see this become the cinematic masterpiece it's meant to be?

--> I'm not entirely buying that Niya likes Amu. Him saying this feels calculated for the same reason him collaborating with Tadase does. He's definitely stirring the pot one way or another though.

--> And this is what makes the Arc-Eggs so interesting. Guardian Characters are supposed to represent what someone wants to become, in terms of personality or aspirations. Amu's characters represent both traits (honesty, kindness, etc) she wants to express, and skills (athletics, art, cooking, etc) she wants to have. Kiseki is a symbol of Tadase's desire for power to protect others, while Yoru was born of Ikuto's dream to be free and live his life on his own terms.

So what does Rosetta actually represent? What does Erito really want for herself? Considering she didn't get the glossy eye look other X-Egg victims get, does this mean Rosetta has nothing to do with Erito's inner self?

--> Okay so... not gonna lie, I'm pretty lukewarm on this. Like, yes, transformation upgrades are pretty standard, but like... I kind of wanted something a little different? Like, I love the Arcana Academy uniforms because they still fit the characters while also reflecting their growth and maturity. And I was kind of hoping these character transformations would do the same?

I don't really know what would work here though. A different silhouette maybe, like with long sleeves? Less ribbons? Maybe it'll look better when it's colored?? IDK, it's been a few months since this chapter dropped and I'm still not entirely sure on this.

--> !!! So her name was Annabelle the whole time, and interestingly it was changed to Rosetta... almost as if trying to force a connection with Erito. And look how many more flowers she has on her after the X is lifted!

Was she taken from another child's heart?? Was she artificially created, and then modified for Erito's sake?? What's the backstory here???

--> I didn't even realize the lock changed to a heart shape at first, since I was so transfixed on the wings. I really like that detail for Amu, as if she's soaring to new heights.

--> Okay, so of course the big reveal of the chapter is that Ikuto is returning and headed to Arcana Academy, and the big question is why? But also... since the Humpty Lock changed, did the Dumpty Key pick up on that? Or did it change too? OR, will it change once he gets close to one of the other artifacts? Were these artifacts made by the same person who made the key and lock?

Overall thoughts for volume 1: I'm not going to lie, I was nervous picking up this sequel, since I wasn't really sure what else Peach-Pit could really do with these characters or this world. Others would (fairly) disagree with me, but I felt like Encore wrapped up enough of the narrative to feel like a satis

But the Arc-Eggs and their guardian characters pose some pretty interesting implications to what we've come to expect.

Anyway, time for a new poll!

[valyrfia]

okay could you please help me, maybe give me advice, it’s a fucking absurd. The last time I thought anything about my sexuality was when I was 16-17 maybe(please don’t mind sore grammars, I’m from Post-soviet country) and now I’m 23. I thought I was attracted to girls at some point but then it just disappeared, I found the guy I love(my family found but still, I love him) and then I just thought maybe it was just a phase or whatever. I still was really supportive towards LGBTQ+ even in a very strict country, I have a close queer friends, defended them around some assholes etc. nothing changed, I just realised for a moment I just had a phase probably or maybe i was influenced by my close friends( I know it’s isn’t the right termin or what happened at all for now but I hope you get what I mean). But maybe a month ago or whatever, I saw your asks about F/F Lestappen fanfics and pls don’t laugh at me, I decided to read and I really liked it, I hope you know what I mean😭I reread almost everything every 2-3 days and also read other f/f stories(I did it before but it was like 1 story in 6 months so I didn’t care at all). I also watched some videos.(I also watched it before but as I said -3/4 videos in 6 months and then I forget about it at all). But for a month I’m just so obsessed with everything about f/f smut/relationship and I honestly don’t know how to felt about it. I don’t really have internalised homophobia, maybe just a guilt to my bf but also I don’t know where it coming from. I always could appreciate a good looking girls(I mean, maybe having a full gallery of Victoria Secret models on a telephone at age of 11 was something lol) but I don’t remember a time where I was that invested. So please could you maybe give me advice, maybe I could talk to my friend but it’s so embarrassing I fucking can’t

Hey anon! I've pondered how to respond for a couple of days now because you're obviously going through something and I want to give you a proper answer.

I don't know you, but from what you've described to me it sounds like you do like women in the most wonderful way one can like women. To quote a friend of mine when I was going through my own sexuality crisis, "straight women don't think about kissing other women, or the mechanics of women kissing or having sex with other women in general". I also sadly hate to break it to you that the Victoria's Secret thing was VERY common amongst now-gay women of our generation. I always used to watch the fashion shows on repeat when I was 12-15 because I 'appreciated the aesthetics of the women'.......

In terms of why you're wondering why you're only figuring this out now, it's extremely common! Heteronormativity–being conditioned by societal norms, standards, couples around us and media to think that heterosexuality is the only form of sexuality that exists–is a bitch. It's easier in society to be heterosexual, that's the sad truth of it, so often we can find ourselves repressing ourselves or ignoring our own body in pursuit of what we consider 'normal'. Far more of us are queer than we realise but so many people live their lives in a disconnect from their bodies not even thinking it could be a possibility, so we who realise really are the lucky ones.

Lastly, you don't have to figure everything out right now! I fully empathise and sympathise that it can shake the foundations of your sense of self a little so feel free to take a while to sit with it. At the end of the day your sexuality is just a part of you, it doesn't define you! And my askbox is always open if you want to talk about any of this.

I'm also selfishly really glad that me yapping about F/F F1 RPF was good for something. If you have any recs......feel free to drop them.

[nonbinaryeye]

Regrets we make along the way

Written for @lonelyeyesweek

Day 4 - Regrets

Elias always brings one too many philosophical questions into their conversation. Peter to his own surprise sometimes does not completely hate talking to his fiancé. They also both have a cup of coffee.

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It is a lovely autumn afternoon in London. Sun is shining through colourful leaves that are slowly exchanging fresh summer green into warmer coulours. It is not fully cold yet and the nice weather is tempting people into leaving their jackets at home. Chilly breeze that appears out of nowhere from time to time makes those who give into temptation regret it.

There are two men sitting on a bench in Hyde Park. One is a bit taller with an untidy beard while the other looks like a model from some magazine cover. Maybe they might look a bit like an unlikely pair but one thing is certain. They are in love, there is no doubt about it. They stare into each dreamily, the smaller one says something to which the taller one laughs at and then he caresses the face of his lover before he pulls him into a slow and romantic kiss. What a lovely picture their young love paints, some people walking by them might think.

There is also an older man sitting alone just two benches away from them with a frown on his face. He has an awkward presence about himself and is dressed in a much warmer coat than the pleasant autumn weather would require. As if he were dressed to battle a cold morning at sea and not a sunny London afternoon. He has been staring at their vague direction for a while. Somehow, they did not notice his focused stare. Even people walking by him seem to pass him without notice, quickly making their way around without giving him a second look. Most of the people at least…

“Feeling all Lonely, admiring young love and dedicated partnership or looking for a new victim?” Elias Bouchard, a well dressed gentleman with a never fully genuine smile on his face sits on the bench next to the frowning man, Peter Lukas, and also looks at the young couple nearby. He seems to be in quite a cheerful mood which means his comapny will be quite insufferable. Not that Elias could ever have a mood that Peter would not describe as insufferable.

“You are late,” Peter says to his partner instead of a greeting. He has not checked the time but he knows that Elias must be late because he arrived as always – with half an hour delay. Unfortunately, his husband seemed to be prepared for it. No, not husband, fiancé. Probably. It is hard to keep track. But Peter is quite certain he has been talking a lot about their next wedding yesterday. Not even in any vague terms, he spent a lot of time comparing fonts to put on the invitations and colours of ribbons to tie wedding bouquets with.

“Stop staring, Peter, or they will think you are homophobic.”

“They cannot see me,” Peter shrugs. What a weird weather phenomena that on such a sunny day there appears to be a spot of fog in the middle of Hyde Park.

“I could have either been on time or I could bring you coffee,” Elias hands Peter his vanilla frappuccino with extra syrup and Peter hates how well his partner knows his order. “I planned to arrive on time. I usually do, as you of course cannot fully know and appreciate, as you apparently still haven’t fully grasped the concept of time or being on time. Anyway the waiting line there was awful. People and their complicated orders… Well, it could have been worse though, the line was even longer when I was leaving.” Elias takes a sip of coffee from his large cup filled to a brim with espresso shots. Peter wonders if he only pretends lack of awareness of being the culprit of holding the line or if he genuinely does not consider his order a bit unconventional. Of course Peter cannot be bothered to actually ask.

“Hmh…” he turns his sight towards his cup knowing very well that his husband-to-be does not really need him for a conversation.

 “They are not actually as happy as they seem. Quite the opposite.” Peter raises his head confused. It takes him a few seconds to realise Elias’ ever wandering mind and gaze that never stops watching has turnt back again to the couple from before.

“It would please me not to know anything about them the most.” Peter might have better chances at persuading the water to stop being wet than at persuading his partner to stop Knowing and sharing said knowledge when he puts his mind to it.

“You see the handsome one cuddling so lovingly to his amore? He was fired yesterday. And he was always bad with money so he does not really have much in savings. He will need quite some financial help from his partner. He is still trying to muster up courage to tell him that… I wonder what his lover’s answer will be. You see he’s been cheating on his boyfriend for a while and the guilt is eating him up. He wanted to stop the affair but his side piece started to threaten to expose the truth to everyone if he stopped seeing them. So, really they could not be further for an idyllic couple in love. Maybe you would even lift some ease from their shoulders if you made one of them disappear,” Elias smiles with satisfaction one tends to have after a filling meal and lifts the coffee to his lips again.

Peter sighs. All interest he had in strangers in love is lost now. There is no satisfaction now feeding them to the Forsaken when he knows so much about them. Tearing his eyes away he aims all his focus on his drink sweet enough to pierce the numbness of Lonely wrapped about his tastebuds as much as around every other aspect of him. Little indulgence.

They sit next to each other in silence for a while. Their meeting really has no deeper point. A date his partner demanded before Peter leaves. He cannot even recall if Elias won some bet or if Peter decided to agree to this just because. It does not really matter now anyway. Just finish the coffee and leave, that is his plan. When Peter dares to look into the direction of his companion he notices his eyes are closed. Something must have caught his attention, something far away to watch. Peter is blessed with a few minutes of peace where he could almost ignore his presence if it was not for the warmth of another person's body so close to him, he could almost call this moment pleasant.

“What do you regret the most in life?” Elias asks him out of the blue. Unprompted. It could not surprise Peter any less. He likes to get philosophical sometimes and he never bothers to explain where his new chain of thoughts came from. Which is good. Peter would hate to know.

“That I met you.”

Elias laughs. “You know, I think I might actually trust you.” Of course, that he would. Elias does not care whether Peter loves him or hates him. He just wants Peter to feel strongly about him. It is a satisfaction Peter hates giving him. And the worst thing is that even though Peter answered the first thing that came to his mind in hopes of annoying Elias, it might really rather be an honest answer.

What could be worse for a servant of the Lonely than to create a connection, no matter how fickle and shallow it is. That is why he hates reflecting on his life. He hates learning things about himself almost as much as he hates getting known. He furrows his brows and takes a rather large sip of his drink. Syrup and ice and whipped cream all slide to his throat without being tasted properly.

“I suppose there is no point waiting for you to ask ‘and what is your greatest regret?’, is there?” He does not need to look at Elias to know he looks smug right now. He loves annoying him.

“My second biggest regret is that this conversation seems to be continuing.”

“What do you think that I will claim to regret the most?” Despite all his flaws, Peter cannot help himself but finds the way Elias is able to completely and utterly ignore him quite lovely. He does not really need him to participate in the conversation. No one was able to do it like him… Peter is just a prob to him. He is allowed to say his lines but if he stayed silent nothing would change. Elias can converse all the same  with him as with that silly skull of his. (And claim it is a better conversational partner.)

“I do my best not to know anything about you. How should I know?”

“You are no fun. Just take a guess.”

“If you are feeling romantic, you might say ‘marrying me’.” Peter decides to indulge him. This conversation might be over quicker that way.

“Depends which marriage you mean,” smirk appears on his face. Peter is joking of course. He very well knows Elias enjoys their little game of domesticity and connection. Peter suppose there is some charm to it as well. Because it is all so empty and fake.

“So… how long do you plan to torture me…?”

“You cannot even be bothered to guess twice?” he sighs dramatically and Peter braces himself for his next physical monologue, because of course he will force him to listen to his self-reflection and he will also add some story from his past and… “Well, what can be done. I think I feel generous today and therefore I will not answer.”

That sounds uncharacteristically polite. He raises his eyebrows. “Oh and here I was afraid you will claim you do not regret anything. Or that you have too many regrets and you will start listing them alphabetically to me…”

A sleek well manicured fingers gently grab his beard and force him to turn toward his partner. He is watching him curiously. Old but still so very bright grey eyes somehow not fully fitting his face meeting his. It has been a while since Peter looked at him, actually fully looked at him. He does not like the stare, even though he can feel Elias is holding back the full power of his gaze. The gentle fog hanging around starts getting thicker.

“Do not tempt me, Peter, I could.” Elias gently brushes his facial hair and slides his palm on his cheek, caressing it in a similar gesture like the one performed by the lovers they were observing before. His palm is awfully warm.

“Go ahead then.” Peter covers Elias’ hand with his.

“Do you wish to know me, my love?” Elias leans closer and gone is the sunny afternoon, gone is the park. His look is intense and they are fully surrounded by fog. There is tension between them. And Peter hates being so close to someone, to be having conversations such as this, to have someone looking at him at all, let alone so intensely. And yet… Yet it is an indulgence same as the sugary drink. He feels something and he is not sure what but it is an intense feeling nonetheless. He knows it will be his death one day. This man, his greatest mistake he can never learn from.

“Unfortunately, I do know way too many things about you.” Peter pushes his hand away. Elias takes the clue and leans back. Remembers to blink. “And one of them is that you would never reveal such a weakness to me. Whatever answer you would give me, it would be a lie.” Elias chuckles and finally turns his gaze away. The layer of whiteness starts to disperse.

“Unless I would tell you the truth assuming you will consider it a lie…”

“No. I am not letting you drag me into any more of your word plays or imaginary scenarios.” Peter finishes his drink, chews the ice at the bottom of his cup. He indulged him enough. This date needs to continue no longer. He gets up and Elias follows.

“I am shocked. From time to time you can be surprisingly interesting conversation partner Peter.” Elias finishes his drink as well. Then he turns his cheek to him. It takes a few moments before Peter remembers the script and gives him a quick kiss. Their date is done and surprisingly with no victims except for a few bits of his sanity. He grins.

“Ah well… I am always happy to hear you say that you don’t know me that well after all.” 

[dyelwi]

1, 7, 12, 17 for Ms Athena Cykes since she’s your current icon?

Athena my beloved aaa I love talking about her any chance I get hehe putting this under a read more bc it’s gonna get LONG

1. Why I like her: so so many reasons. Where do I even start lol um I’ll start w just her personality!!! Ace attorney has a lot of characters in the “peppy happy girl” category but Athena has always stood out to me because of her unique quirks and how well she bounces off any and every other character!! Her dynamics w other characters (esp Simon and Apollo) are always really really good, and I think she’s a really strong character that a lot of ppl overlook due to not liking aa5 as much as other games (which, btw, I’ve never seen anyone fault athena for, it’s usually the cases themselves and the handling of Phoenix and maybe Apollo they don’t like but notice how athena is like never complained about in terms of writing quality, at least from what I see lol). She feels cartoony and realistic at the same time, which is hard to achieve but is also exactly what aa protags need!! Her trauma and trauma responses are compelling for the mystery aspect of her story while also being compelling just in general, which isn’t always the case in these sorts of games, and I just really like how she’s written overall.

And ofc I have to mention I just have a really personal connection with her. As an autistic person w adhd I saw myself in her more than in p much any other character, but whereas when I first got into ace attorney I was gloomy and grumpy Athena was so energetic and so dedicated to helping ppl that I just really looked up to her, and even now I consider her to be like almost a role model in some sense?? And her being into psych pushed me more into psych than I already was and is probably part of what has led me to where I am now— graduating with a psych degree this year and going on to pursue grad school and a career in mental health counseling. Athena just makes me so happy and she’s so good at helping people despite and even because of her (probable) autism and I wanna be able to make people happy and help them too yknow???

7. Something the fandom does w her that I like: tbh not a ton lol, but I always appreciate when people see how she can very easily be interpreted as autistic and they work that into fan content!! I also appreciate the calls for an athena centric game, as I think she was very strong in aa5 but needs a little bit more. I truly think she could be like THE strongest written female character I’ve ever seen if she got just another bit of an arc and capcom doesn’t mess it up lol. I actually have faith in capcom tho, ik that’s a bit uncommon but if tgaa is any example of the sorta writing they can do i have faith.

12. A headcanon— besides the obvious and like basically implied neurodivergencey, I like to think she likes animals, specifically more uncommon ones!!! I think she should have a pet, maybe some sort of reptile or bird. Simon has a bird, maybe she gets one too lol. I like sun conures a lot and they do have athena vibes tbh

17. A ship with her I’m fine with/don’t hate but also isn’t my favorite: hmm well by now you probably know I’m a big justicykes fan but other than that I don’t ship her too hard w anyone??? I guess after justicykes I’d say her and pearl might be my next choice, it’s a rare one but I think they could be cute!! But since I lean towards liking that one instead of being neutral, I suppose the true answer to this question would be junithena. I’m like. Entirely neutral on it lol. I think they’re real fun as friends but I just never saw the romantic spark everyone else seems to see??? Who knows tho, maybe when me and my gf play aa5 together I’ll see it. A lot of the fan art is super cute but I just never really got the romance vibe w them idk

[stevin-josy]

BLOG 8: DIGITAL MEDIA: SOURCES AND SIGNIFICANCE

One Piece and the Real World: The Power of 'The Other'

Introduction

The Straw Hat Pirates, a diverse crew united by friendship and shared goals. Courtesy of Dexerto (link).

I’ve always appreciated how One Piece connects intense social themes with its epic pirate journey. The series is more than just treasure hunts and brawls it is a mirror of the world we inhabit. One of the things that have struck me with this book is the way "The Other" is portrayed. Through characters and groups like the Fish-Men, Shandians, and even the Straw Hats themselves, we see the struggles of those who are marginalized and excluded. According to Edward Said (1977), The Other is depicted as passive, inferior and non-sovereign a term used to render exclusion and oppression natural. Because when I watched One Piece, I started to think about how these actual effects happen in real life.

Fish-Men: An Image for Racial Inequality

Fisher Tiger stands as a symbol of rebellion and resistance in One Piece. Courtesy of Zerochan (link).

Pasting the first page from the Fish-Man Island arc into a blank document is oddly familiar. The prejudice that the Fish-Men endure their enslavement and their struggle for equality all hit me right in the real-world racial struggle zone. On one side, we have Fisher Tiger with his defiance and tragic end, and on the other side, we have Queen Otohime with her peaceful activism, who are two sides of the fight against oppression. It called to mind people like Malcolm X and Martin Luther King Jr., who also fought for equality on far different fronts. One cannot help but think of Eric Williams (1967) contention that “racism was the consequence of slavery” not its cause. Similarly, Fish-men are feared and hated by humans in One Piece, not only due to long held prejudices but because their hatred is amplified by a history of exploitation. Fisher Tiger’s denial of a blood transfusion from a human felt heartbreaking powerful, even as if it was meant to convey that racism can run so deep that even saving one’s own life is a ss too far. Shandians: Land, Colonialism and Indigenous Dispossession The story of the Shandians resonated with me personally because it caused me to reflect on how colonialism has shaped so much of our world. It is shown in Skypiea that the Shandians are driven off their land by the Skypieans who deem them savages. As I watched them terrorize Upper Yard for what they could salvage I was reminded of the difficulty of Native peoples across the world, their land ripped from them, their humanity robbed of them, their culture worn-out. Bauman (1991) described "Otherness" is a means for one group to establish its superiority while nullifying others. That’s exactly what the Skypieans did to the Shandians. It is a narrative that’s very much in line with the storytelling of colonization and the worst part is that it’s a narrative that continues today.

Celestial Dragons and Their Dehumanization

The Celestial Dragons, the oppressive elite of the One Piece world. Courtesy of CBR (link).

In One Piece, you just simply are not allowed to hate any custom like you do for Celestial Dragons. And every time they show up their pure arrogance and cruelty make my blood boil. But as much as I dislike them, I can’t deny that they’re a genius metaphor for real-world elites who dehumanize other people to hang onto their power. Individuals like the above treat all others like trash, directly or indirectly, they use their so-called superiority to rationalize their actions. This dynamic looks strangely like that which Edward Said (1977) described when he wrote about "The Other" being reduced to "an object stamped with an otherness”. They don’t view others as equals, only as tools or entertainment. This type of dehumanization is not limited to fiction however, it is something we encounter in economic and social ladders across the world. The Straw Hats: An Inclusivity Role Model If there’s one thing I love the most about One Piece, it is the crew of the Straw Hat. They are a family forged in acceptance, where differences are celebrated, not rejected. Be it Chopper’s reindeer past, Brook’s undead state or Jimbe’s Fish-Man status, Luffy unites them all and judges none. I think the Straw Hats embody what Bauman (1991) dubbed expenditure or “bridging the gap between the self and the Other”. When I watch their journeys, it filled me with hope that we all can create a world like theirs that we too can form a dynamic society where people from all backgrounds thrive and come together. If Luffy can see worth in everyone, why can’t we?

Conclusion One Piece is not just a story of pirates it’s a story about us. It casts focus on the fight of the means to achieve the end of “The Other,” be it in the racist struggle of the Fish-Men, the impoverished Shandians battle against colonization or the Straw Hats beautiful inclusiveness. As Edward Said (1977) said, "The Other" is a construct used to impose hierarchies, but One Piece shows us that these barriers can be broken. One Piece is a way more than just an entertainment for me. It reminds me of what kind of world I want to live in one that unites us in our shared humanity and makes us resist the systems that divide us. Just like the Straw Hats, we need to come together to make that happen.

References • Bauman, Z. (1991). A Sociological Theory of Postmodernity. Thesis Eleven, 29(1):33–46. • Said, E. (1977). Orientalism. London: Penguin. • Williams, E. (1967). Capitalism and Slavery. London: Andre Deutsch Ltd.

[majingojira]

Thankfully, some brave soul made a video about getting into Buffy, why you should do it, and things to watch out for.

If you get into Buffy, the Spinoff Angel is also on the list (after Season 3, the spinoff occurs and both crossover several times).

Now onto warnings not mentioned in the videos:

Personally, I'd add Episode 3 "The Witch" and Episode 11 "Invisible Girl" to the list for certain plot points. Episode 8 "I, Robot... You, Jane" introduces an important recurring character and is a very bad episode. Episode 4 "Teacher's Pet" is sometimes considered "So Bad It's Good." With 22 episodes every season (save the first) there are going to be some duds. But also gems. We're talking some of the best hours of television ever produced. Okay, now to warnings. There are some episodes that involve or allude to SA (Season 6, Episode 19 "Seeing Red" has SA attempted -- and also has a classic "Burry Your Gays" moment that angered a lot of people... I'll just say Season 6 in general is pretty rough both in terms of that sort of thing and quality). This was filmed at a time before binging so feel free to take it on small basis to not get overstocked.

You know how people complain about "Quippy Dialogue" or "Marvel Dialogue?" Meet patient zero. Personally, I feel the complaint is baseless and comes more from people trying to ape the style without understanding the substance behind it. But if you liked the doctoring work he did on movies like Toy Story and Speed, or his film works like The Cabin in the Woods and The Avengers, then you'll like Buffy. Arguable, the MCU wouldn't exist without it (Buffy herself is modeled after the X-Men's Kitty Pryde). Exec. Producer Joss Whedon characterizes himself as an existentialist and an absurdist and both philosophies are core tenants to the themes of the show. To summarize, as the show does, "If nothing we do matters, all that matters is what we do."

Yeah, and also, the creator is a known creep. He, like Alfred Hitchcock, is a brilliant talent but a terrible person. This is relevant because one of the characters, Xander Harris, is somewhat an idealized version of himself/author insert. He is... a divisive character. Some people hate him, and for good reasons. Others loved him back in the day, but he is the most prominent element that has not aged gracefully. To put it bluntly, he's a "Nice Guy" in some senses. A proto-INCEL. He's tolerable as a teenager given how teenage boys can be, but as the character grow up, he does the least growing up in a character sense.

Both shows can get DARK (the SA being only one example), so it's going to deal with heavy topics. Buffy as a show itself is very, very white. People of color don't tend to do well in that show, though Angel helps a bit with the character of Gunn being just delightful, the balance of POC is not great. It was also one of the groundbreakers for LGBT representation, which in the 90s really wasn't much. IE: Bisexuality wasn't really accepted yet in any aspect. Not quite as good as Xena was, but that was syndicated rather than network, they could get away with more.

It is a Horror series, so bad things happen to the characters. A LOT.

Oh! And one last thing. The HD transfers for the series are TERRIBLE. If something doesn't look right, or you see some of the crew on the sides, or an effect doesn't line up -- that's why. I'm lucky enough to have the original release DVDs, but basically every streaming site uses the HD transfers and they SUUUCK.

It's thankful the show is more known for its performances and dialogue...

Also, I think more people should watch older genre TV. As is often said: "To appreciate good cinema, you need to appreciate good schlock." That applies doubly with genre fare. I'd say, if you are up for it, check out Kolchak: The Night Stalker. 2 TV Movies and one 22-episode season. If that's too much, just check out the first movie, and the episodes: "The Zombie", "They Have Been, They Are, They Will Be", "Horror in the Heights", "The Spanish Moss Murders", and "The Energy Eater." The writer of "The Zombie" went on to create The Sopranos and it shows.

Hey Tumblr should I watch Buffy?

Honestly I've heard a lot of good things about it but I'm not entirely sure if I should take the dive because: 1) it's super long 2) It's pretty friggen old If it's really that good I want to give it a fair shot, but some heads ups would be nice. Also, if I shouldn't watch it, let me know why. I want to go in as informed and educated as I can be without knowing anything plot relevant other than this teenager is regularly killing monsters.

[not-poignant]

Looking forward to the new chapter of UtB! Also I learn a lot hearing your thoughts on fandom culture, and I was wondering why you think puritanism is getting stronger? Lately I’ve experienced it a lot both online and irl.

Hi anon,

I could write like a 10,000 word essay on why I think moral puritanism is getting stronger in the world, and how that intersects with increased moral panic, and 'anti' or fancop behaviour among fandom.

But I think there's more than one reason, and that at the centre of it, is the radicalisation of political extremes alongside the disdain for human life and education in the USA specifically. In non English-speaking cultures, antis are often considered a uniquely American phenomenon, for example. (They're not, but I do think some of the problems start there).

And from there it's necessary to look at:

The high presence of evangelist religion and their millions in USA politics in particular, and the influence this has on the news and government systems from the top down, affecting legislation, what we see on the media, what gets censored, who gets impacted (SESTA/FOSTA etc.) and so on. When companies like Paypal or similar say they won't support certain sites because they don't support sex workers or explicit artwork, we see extremist perspectives being normalised into the mainstream. Puritanism becomes baked into the system, and accepted as normal. And it has a domino effect, taking one thing away usually means to another thing being taken away, and by 'one thing' I usually mean like... equality, access to basic human rights, and more.

The presence of certain billionaire TERFs in UK politics actively working to destroy legislation over there gives a platform to hateful, bigoted extremists of all kinds, including Nazis (as seen in Australia recently, during a TERF event where Nazis turned up in open support). Also, I'd like to add that a lot of anti/fancop thinking is generally SWERF, anti-kink and eventually TERF in nature, and often homophobic and transphobic even when it's perpetuated by queer folk.

A long-term attack (we're talking over several decades now) on education (especially the humanities and any area that teaches critical thinking) including gutting the funding to libraries, colleges, high schools, primary schools and not increasing the pay of teachers, decreasing the general intelligence of US citizens in IQ tests across multiple metrics (except spatial reasoning). This, combined with the lack of emphasis on teaching nuance and critical thinking, means you get people primed to make didactic, black-or-white decisions and often are prone to radicalisation and black-or-white thinking. There's an increasing lack of ability to understand complex or even reasonably moderately complex thinking tasks. A great example of this was re: anti-vaxxers who said 'if masking works so well, why do you need vaccines' because there was a complete inability to understand that just because something works well, doesn't mean it works 100% of the time. There was a consistent inability too, to grok things like the swiss cheese model. That's not the only reason people are anti-vaxxers and there are some extremely smart people who are anti-vaxxers, but among broader populations, a lack of basic appreciation of nuance and risk mitigation in health was a huge issue. (And it's fairly easy to see this happening in many fandom discussions when we discuss how racism in fiction is generally not great, but that rape in fiction does not cause rape in reality.)

I know the above paragraph is long and unwieldy but it doesn't actually come close to capturing a lot of my thoughts on this so slafkjdsa it'll have to do though. The tl;dr is 'the government said philosophy and critical thinking isn't worth money, so a lot of people don't know how to do it, and anyone who can do it is often attacked or viewed with suspicion' (see also: The increasing suspicion and hostility towards experts in their field x.x). (Oh see also: A lot of people thinking YouTube videos count as 'valid research' for their viewpoints, and a lot of folks just...not ever learning how to research in general).

Something something social media privileging inflammatory and provocative takes as well as clickbait etc. encouraging people to often say things in the worst or least nuanced way possible.

The systemic attacks on democratic processes in the USA (and the UK and Australia and many other places).

The loudest and most obnoxious voices are often the people saying the stupidest shit. As in: It will feel like puritans are everywhere (and there's definitely more of them), but they're also just louder and getting more attention than they used to. It's misleading. Anti-vaxxers are actually a tiny minority for example, and antis are a minority in fandom, they're just...the loudest and the most willing to try and murder real people to defend the rights of fictional characters.

Er so. That's some of it anyway. There's more, absolutely, because I could talk about the presence of puritanism in a lot of levels of our experience/s, whether you're religious or not.

It's frustrating writing about this because I fall into the same trap of knowing that I can't talk about this in as nuanced a way as I want to, even if I get to do it in 1000 words instead of like, a miserable amount of characters on Twitter. Anyone thinking 'but it's not always like that!' or 'but not in every situation!' like trust me, I know. But if I sat here caveating everything that deserves a good caveat this post would blow out even more.

Basically if you try to stop educating your people as much, don't teach them how to research, debate or learn (yes, you have to learn how to learn), and don't give them access to basic needs, and gut your democracy/s, and the people at the top believe a fictional being cares if they're virgins or not or have abortions or not, and you don't care if people commit genocide against the children of your nation because that's not as important as the right to kill them in a moment of anger..., and you create a world where the children of your nation are primed to develop PTSD due to the fear of being gunned down while learning, you create a really great environment for radicalisation, extremism, the safety and comfort of puritanism (i.e. following very strict rules in the hope of fixing what's wrong with the world) while people look for a solution to why they feel so empty and hopeless in their lives.

[wkemeup]

favorite fanfic trope: enemies to lovers but it's the moment when their tension is at its peak 😈

title: The Mess I Made - submitted by anon summary: you may not be on the best terms with Bucky Barnes, but it doesn't stop you from coming to his defense prompt: “Did anyone ever tell you how pathetic you are? It’s incredible how low my standards are for you.” / multiple requests for enemies to lovers word count: 1.5k a/n: enemies to lovers is already tough for me and to do it in drabble form is impossible for me because it requires a slow burn, but I did my best!!

You were on your way to the tower's gym when you heard Bucky’s voice echo from the end of the hall. Towel swung over your shoulder, headphones barely even grazed your ears as you paused, turning down the music. Bucky’s shadow danced over the walls as his run his hands through his hair. A woman’s shadow emerged next to him, her heels clicking against the tiles.

You rolled your eyes. Bucky’s latest string of conquests were an inconvenience at best. His pathetic attempt to rekindle whatever version of himself he idolized from the forties in the form of cheap, meaningless hookups was just another reason you made every effort to steer clear of Barnes. His seemingly indifference towards you made easy to do so.

Steve wouldn’t let it go – his questioning of why the two of you could never get along. It wasn’t that you hated Barnes. You didn’t know him well enough to hate him. You just didn’t care for what you saw. He was guarded and cold. Condescending and arrogant. Half the time, you barely believed Steve’s stories of Bucky’s charming days in the forties. The rare moments you caught his smile, it looked forced. It barely touched his eyes and he wore a mask to bring home women who spent their nights admiring an arm he would not allow them to touch.

The rare moments you thought you saw something genuine in him, he’d lashed out. The cracks in his foundation breaking through the surface in the screams at the night of dead of night, flinching at loud noises, the easy transition to taking orders and losing himself for the briefest of moments.

You’d made the mistake once of trying to comfort him. His eyes had glazed over in the middle of a conversation. There were dozens of agents around for the annual holiday party and Bucky was in another world entirely. His pupils were dilated, his hands shaking as he closed them to fists. You never learned what triggered it, but the moment you laid a gentle hand upon his forearm, Bucky had you in a chokehold.

It took both Sam and Tony’s strength to wield Bucky away from you, all while he was practically foaming at the mouth, screaming at you to never touch him again. He was rabid as Sam and Tony struggled to hold him back. The whole party stopped to watch the scene unfold – as Bucky hurtled countless insults at you.

He was drinking Thor’s liquor. He had to have been. Half of what he said that night barely made any sense. None it worth the audacity to lay a hand upon his arm to draw him back from wherever his mind had taken him. Perhaps, if you weren’t so thoroughly humiliated, you might have considered as much.

But what he said that night stayed with you and you never let it go.

“Why don’t you stay, sweetheart?” Bucky’s voice carried down the hall.

You tapped your foot impatiently at the elevators, desperate for an escape before he turned the corner. You noticed the woman’s heels were still clicking on the floors. She hadn’t stopped.

“Let me take you for breakfast, at least,” Bucky asked, a nervousness in his voice you didn’t recognize. He cleared his throat. “I was thinking we could—”

“I’m going to stop you right there.” The clicking ceased and you watched as the woman’s shadow placed a hand on Bucky’s chest, stilling him in an instant. “I thought you knew what this was.”

“I did. I do, but,” Bucky started, running a hand through his hair. You’d never seen him act this way before – so unsure of himself. The elevator doors open and closed as you watched his shadow sway on his heels. “I just... I want to try something different. Something... real and I thought, since we had a nice night together you might...”

“What?” the woman scoffed. “You thought I would want to date you?”

Bucky stiffened. Even his shadow appeared to mask into stone. Dread curdled in your stomach and you found yourself inching down the hall, approaching the shadows.

“Listen,” the woman crooned, “you were great last night and sleeping with the Winter Soldier is a hell of a story, but you’re not exactly... relationship material.”

You froze, stunned.

Bucky awkward cleared his throat. “I-I know, and I’m working on that. I just thought—”

“Oh my God, take the hint!” the woman exclaimed and you flinched in time with Bucky’s shadow against the wall. “Did anyone ever tell you how pathetic you are? Clearly all I wanted was a good lay. I thought I wouldn’t have to worry about this clingy shit with the Winter Soldier for Christ's sake. It’s incredible how low my standards were for you.”

“What the hell is your problem?”

You rounded the corner, tossing your workout gear aside as you came face to face with the woman. She was a beautiful as the rest of them were – tall, stunning, probably one of the models you’ve seen on runways or on magazines. But her eyes were unkind, and dismissive.

“I don’t have to explain myself to you,” she spat, shoving past your shoulder and heading to the elevator. You moved to block her when you felt the cold grasp of vibranium curl around your wrist, yanking you out of her path.

“Hey!” you yelped, watching as the woman made her escape into the elevator. You snatched your hand back, massaging at the tender muscle. “What the hell, Barnes?”

“I don’t need you coming to my rescue,” Bucky bit back. “I had it handled.”

You scoffed, the image of Bucky’s form flinching as she called him ‘pathetic’ still fresh in your mind. You’d never known him to back down from a fight. Hell, he’d gotten into a screaming match with a paparazzi for daring to ask how his morning jog went. Bucky didn’t roll over and play dead. But he let that woman wrap a hand around his throat until he choked.

“Sure looked handled,” you rolled your eyes. “She was walking all over you.”

“My sex life is not your concern,” he growled, his voice low as his eyes hooded.

“I never said a damn thing about your sex life, Barnes.” You shook your head, already regretting stepping in at all. It was pointless – foolish even – to think that he might be appreciative of your intervention, of the fact that despite the tense history between you, you would never stoop as low as that woman did.

You bent down and picked up the gym bag you’d let slip from your hands. “If you want to be treated like shit, then by all means, have fun with your next one night stand. I'll steer clear of the fallout.”

You started to head back towards the gym when you heard Bucky groan rather dramatically behind you. You paused, glancing over your shoulder as Bucky hit a fit against the wall.

“What is your—”

“You are so goddamn infuriating!” Bucky snapped and your jaw dropped.

“Are you serious right now? Me? I’m the infuriating one?” You released your bag, letting the weights hit the floor as you stalked back to him. “You’re the ungrateful jerk who just yelled at the one person who bothered to stand up for you!”

Bucky gritted his teeth. “I never asked you to do that!”

He was only inches away. His breath hot against your cheeks. You could see the dark blue specs in his eyes from this close. The blacks of his eyes nearly consuming him whole.

“Maybe that’s your problem, Barnes,” you sneered. “You think you need to ask for help, that it’s earned or deserved, but it’s not! Sometimes people just want to help you, you asshole! Sometimes, people can be good and can care about you without expecting that you—”

Your back hit the wall as Bucky’s weight pressed to your chest. His lips crashed against yours, his hand slipping into your hair. Everything in him moved with purpose, with adrenaline spiked into his veins and fury in his bones – but not his hands. Even as his lips hungrily devoured yours, his hands were gentle as they caressed the nape of you neck, as they slid down your hips.

What surprised you more – was that you kissed him back. Your hand clutched into the thin fabric of his t-shirt, your lips parting for him as he brushed him tongue over yours. It was the kind of kiss that left you feel dizzy – like you’d been under for too long, your lungs aching, and still you had no desire for air.

When he finally did draw back, it was only when he was breathless. His chest panting in time with yours, his forehead dipping to rest against your collarbone. He paused for a moment, even as his fingers gently pressed into the nape of your neck as if upon keys of a piano.

“I don’t know why I did that,” Bucky confessed.

You chuckled. “I do.”

He lifted his head and you smiled when you saw his lips were pink and swollen. You brushed a hand over his cheek.

“Because even when I hated you, I still cared about you, Barnes. It’s not black and white. It’s messy and it’s grey. But I can handle a little mess, can’t you?”

Bucky swallowed, slow to the smile that crept upon his lips, but still—it came. “Yeah, I can handle messy.”

When he kissed you again, he didn’t hesitate.

[raineydays411]

You will remember my name

      Part 2 of Ember

A/N: Hello everyone! I’m so stoked y’all liked my first fic! I really appreciate all the love and support you guys have no idea. (This might have to stretch to three chapters lol)

Tony Stark X daughter!reader

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Tonys pov

A tense silence filled the halls of the Avengers tower. It’s been a week since Y/N left the tower in tears. It’s been two days since anyone has seen the girl to think of it.  The first few days it was thought the girl was just staying with a friend while she cooled off. But after the third day, a bad feeling settled in the stomachs of the heros. By the fourth day, they asked some of Y/Ns closest friends. 

No one has seen her.

Pepper called her aunt, Pamela Isely, but the women said that the last time she spoke to her god daughter was a week before this whole mess happened. 

By the time the week was over, it was concluded that Y/N Stark was missing. 

Tony Stark was not a perfect father. He knew that, of course he knew. I mean, he didn’t exactly have the positive male role models growing up other than Jarvis. He knew he wasn’t going to be a perfect father. He just never thought he’d screw up this badly.

He found out he had a daughter four months after the Battle of New York. He had gotten the news that an old fling of his had died during the attack. leaving behind a daughter. Feeling bad for the kid, he began to set up a college fund for her, as he knew what it was like to lose someone in a tragic way. At first he thought nothing of it, just simply seeing it as a good deed. But then one night, during one of his restless nights, he began doing the math and figured out that the age of the girl was just about nine months off from when he had...met her mother. Needless to say Pepper was shocked when she woke up to Tony passing out.

After a few minutes of being yelled at by Pepper and another hour of coming to terms with this discovery, Tony made plans to find the girl.

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Y/n pov

After explaining your situation with your father to the boy, you realize that you still didn’t know his name. Turning to him you ask for it. 

“Oh, my name is Daniel, Daniel Winston.”  You snort as you realize the irony of this ghost boys name. 

“You mean to tell me that your name is Daniel, and you’re a ghost with white hair??” He glares at you for a second then a small smile creeps on his face, “Well, despite the circumstances, it is kinda funny.”  You hum in agreement and let a comfortable silence take over as you try and figure out where you are and if you’re even in New York.

“Hey Danny?” You ask, “Where are you from?”  

“Bludhaven, I was walking home from school when I was taken. Why do you ask?” 

“Because” You reply,” I was taken from New York.” A heavy silence falls over you both as you realize that you’re both unfamiliar with your surroundings. There weren’t any markings to indicate where you were. The base was nestled in a corner of abandoned buildings that looked like factories. The sky was dark and you couldn’t see any stars. There was a strange scent in the air that you chalked up to air pollution. You both continue walking when you see a building with its lights on. 

“Danny, that’s the only building so far that has any lights, we should go check it out.” He looked hesitant, and he wasn’t wrong to be. The building was an old shoe factory, it was dark and looked as if a sneeze could take the whole thing down. Whoever was in there probably wasn’t good company.

“ Are you sure you want to go in there?’ Danny's voice full of doubt, “Maybe we should keep going till we actually get into town.” While his idea was the more logical one, you were starting to get tired, blowing up a building with freaky ghost powers takes a lot out a a young girl.

“I think we should go, I need to rest up and we don’t know how far the town will be. We don’t even know what town this is.” And with that, you start to make your way to the building, a hesitant ghost trailing behind you.

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Tony's POV

Tony realizes locking himself up in his lab really isn’t going to help find his missing daughter. He just can’t believe he screwed up this badly. His own child, thought she wasn’t loved. He did that to her. A rage filled his body as he angrily swept everything off his work table. The clatter of wrenches and pens filled his ears as he stared at the wall.

The sound of the door opening caught his attention. He turned to see Steve Rogers walking in with a box of chinese food and a stern face. Quietly, the blond man took a look at the state of the lab, shook his head and placed the food on the table.

“We picked straws to decide which one of us had to come convince you to come out.” Steve said breaking the silence between the two men. Tony said nothing as he continued to look at the wall.

“You know, you have some nerve to lock yourself away.” Tony jerked his head over and stared at the man . “ What did you just say?” 

“You damn well heard what I said.’ Steve shot back. “ Your daughter is missing. She disappeared into thin air. And you’re in here doing what? Throwing your tools around?” 

“Are you going to lecture me?” Tony said in a bored voice.” Because of you are, i want to take notes” 

“You know this is your problem. You don’t care.” Steve said angrily. “ You don’t care that your daughter is missing. You don’t care that for eight years, the longest conversation you’ve had with her was when you were introducing her to this team.” Steve stood up from the table and walked back to the door before Tony could say anything. “It’s been a week Tony. She’s been missing for a week.  We need to find her.” He walked out without another word.

And again, Tony was alone. Alone with his thoughts, and alone with his regrets. Then he realizes, if he wants a chance to make up all those years, he’s going to need to find you first.  

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Y/n POV:

Getting into the factory wasn’t too hard, considering you can just walk through walls now. The real hard part finding someone to help, as there was no one in the building. In fact, the only living thing in the factory was the surprising amount of vines and greenery over taking the space. 

“hey, Y/n.. maybe we shouldn’t be here...” Danny whispered, ‘” this place is creeping me out.” 

“D, you don’t have to whisper, I’m the only one who can hear you.”

 You answer as you look around, the room you were in seemed like an office of some sort. Then you noticed something.

“Danny, those vines...they lead out of the room” 

And with that you start walking towards the door, but before you can make it you hear loud voices, two women from what you can tell. 

“....mmy you can’t keep doing this to yourself....”

“i....never let her go with him....”

You can’t hear what they’re saying, you take a step forward and accidently step on a vine. 

“wait...there's someone here.” 

Oh shit. You look at Danny in surprise as there was no way these people would have known you were here.

Then suddenly, the room of plants came to life. Vines started thrashing around, searching for the intruder. 

“WHAT THE FUCK” Danny yelled as a vine goes through is body. “Y/N lets get out of here!” In your panic, you forget you can literally turn into a ghost, so you look for a window to get out of. Before you can climb, a vine suddenly wraps around your leg and pulls you out of the room.

“Y/N!!” 

You thrash as you are pulled down the hallway, around corners, and painfully down stairs. You scratch at the floor, desperate to find something to cut the vines.  Then your eyes start glowing. Your skin melting to a pale blue. You blast through the plant as you start floating upwards. You shoot the plants around you with a blue mist like energy.

“What is that?” “Aye whatta you doing here?”  Wait. You know that voice.

Looking up, you get distracted and a vine wraps around your body, restricting your movement. You struggle for a while till you hear it. 

“Y/N?” You stop and look up. You change back to your normal appearance, shocked.

“Aunt Pam?!”

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TONY’S POV

After Steves not lecture, Tony got to work. He had FRIDAY look for anything suspicious in and near New York. By doing that, he found out that there has been an influx of missing people ranging from ages twenty to fifteen. They were going missing from three specific cities: Bludhaven, Gotham, and...New York. Seeing this had Tony's heart sink. He ran into the conference room where the rest of the team was conducting their own investigation. But before he entered, he stopped to listen to the teams conversation.

“How can she just...disappear into thin air..” Sam said in a sad voice. The rest of the team sat in silence. 

“Maybe we missed something. There has to be something there.” Natasha said with a desperation no on has heard from her. “It’s been a week Steve, she wouldn’t just leave like that.” And that when Tony decided to make his presence known.

“Maybe she didn’t” He said making everyone jump, “There has been an increase in missing person cases in the cities of Gotham, Bludhaven, and New York. All around the same age as Y/N.”

“So,you’ve decided to step up” Clint said sarcastically. “Where have you been this past week Stark?”

“ Look I know I haven’t been the best parent” Tony said.

“that’s an understatement”, grumbled Clint.

“I love my daughter. I hate the thought of her not knowing that.” Tony finished looking around the room to see the disapproval of the team.

“Fighting isn’t going to find her.” Wanda said quietly. “We need to work together.”

“Wandas right.” Steve said, “FRIDAY ,can you find any abnormal activity in any of the cities?”

“I did a widespread search specifically in the Gotham bludhaven and New York areas. A building in the indrustrial area in Gotham spontaneously collapsed. When authorities searched through the rubble, they found bodies of thirty out of the ninety reported missing people.”

“Was there anyone matching Y/N description,” asked Natasha anxiously.

“FRIDAY bring up the missing kids files”

A long minute went by, and all the files uploaded. The Avengers were all on edge as they flipped through the thirty files. They were relieved when they realized that Y/n was not part of those thirty kids.

Tag list: @big-galaxy-chaos

[cr0wbonezz-wr1ting-inc]

“What happened..?”

Summary: The prison is supposed to be the most secure and safe place to be, even for someone like Tommy. I guess Sam lied about that. (gender neutral)

Author’s note: this hurt so bad to write (´∩｀。) while i was writing this mr lover man by ricky montgomery started playing and dude- i almost started crying - enjoy my first time writing angst lol

Trigger warning: Angst, swearing, Dream SMP spoilers for 1-3-21 (?)

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You were always very close to Wilbur. You considered him your best friend, and his family was basically yours. That included Tommy. When Wilbur passed away it hit hard. You refused to go outside for a week and barely ate anything. You lost your reason to keep going.

But after a while you realized something.

Tommy.

He needed you more than ever. He lost his brother, his role model and mentor. You needed to be strong. For him.

So you did. You helped him through the process of losing Wilbur, and he helped you. You and Tommy became closer and closer by the day, and before you knew it, you were in Wilbur’s place as mentor and best friend. 

You were one of the few people who visited him while in exile, you were one of the first to help Punz with saving Tommy and Tubbo. He trusted you with his life.

Sam was also really protective over Tommy, wich you were grateful for. He was there to keep an eye on him when you weren’t around. 

There were times you and him butted heads, but other than that you and him were on good terms.

.....................................................................

You and Tommy were walking along the prime path going to get some wood for the Big Innit Hotel. He was talking about all the things he was going to do with the hotel, about Sam Nook and about who’s going to live there.

“___, if I die, I want you to have my discs!”

“If?” You pause your walking and look at him, raising one eyebrow.

“Yeah! Just in case. You know I can’t die, but if anything happens, you get to have them”

“Well, what about Tubbo? Does he not deserve them more than me?”

He stops for a minute and thinks, holding his chin with his thumb and index finger.

“Good point.”

You and Tommy keep walking when he comes to a conclusion.

“I have an an idea! You get to have Mellohi and Tubbo gets Cat.”

“Sounds good, Tommy. Let’s just hope I never have to take it.” You say, smirking slightly.

“No need to worry, ___! I’ll keep them in my chests forever!” The blonde says with his big signature smile plastered on his face.

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Sam quickly ran over to the small cottage you lived in. He had to tell you first. You deserved to know first.

He knocked on the door, trying to catch his breath in the process.

“oh, hi Sam-”

“___, this is important. Can I come in?”

“Oh, uh... Okay?”

Sam walks in and puts his helmet on the table. He sits down and leans against the back of the chair.

“So, what’s up? You look exhausted.” You look at him with furrowed eyebrows.

“Look, I’m just going straight to the point. Tommy went to the prison this evening.”

“Oh, yeah! He told me about that. How did it go?” You say, taking the seat parallel to his. 

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” He says with his eyes closed.

“What happened to him?” You mind was racing with what could’ve happened. You tend to do that when it comes to Tommy.

“An explosion happened just outside the prison while Tommy was talking to Dream. He’s stuck there for now.” Sam lets his head hang low. He hates saying that.

The silence continued for what felt like centuries. Your eyes were getting dry, but they were fixated on the crown of Sam’s hair.

“What?”

“___, I’m sorry. I’m trying my best to find out what happened and-”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” 

Your eyes are tearing up. You have no idea if it’s because you haven’t blinked yet or because you’re angry. It didn’t matter.

“___, please calm down. I’m trying my best to help-”

“Well, you’re not doing enough! He’s in there with the man that manipulated him and God knows who else!” You stood up and felt the tears rolling over your cheeks.

“You can’t just leave him in there! Get him out of there! You idiot!” You spat at him.

“Listen, I’m trying my best. But due to the protocol I can’t just let him out.”

“Fuck the goddamn protocol, that kid is terrified!”

“I’m trying, ___! I don’t want this either!” Sam’s voice cracked on your name. He stands up as well.

“You said that it was the safest place to be! You promised me he would be fine! Was that just a lie?” You can’t even see him through the water in your eyes.

Sam takes his helmet and walks towards the door. He knows he messed up. He's not going to stop you from being mad at this point.

“Nothing? Is that all you have to say?! You’re just going to walk away like that?!” You yell after him. He doesn’t respond.

"FUCK YOU, SAM!" You screamed. He slammed the door shut.

You sob as you fall to the floor, your hands clasping your mouth. Not your boy. Not Tommy...

But, he's okay right? He's okay. He has to be.

Sam would keep him safe.

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It's been a couple days since Tommy got stuck in the prison. It was practically eating you alive.

You just came back home from a long day of farming, hunting cows & mining. You wanted to just unwind and look after your pets, but the universe had other plans.

You hear a knocking on the front door.

“Really? Right after I’m back?” You say to yourself. 

You sigh and walk towards the door.

…

“Sam?”

He looks at you with red eyes and Mellohi in his hand.

“What happened..?”

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