#They frequently go away for 3 days at a time (which just makes me sad for the cat(s))

[dontmeanyoudontmissit]

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[darth-memes]

I really mean it. Don't trust any review that you see online about anything Star Wars. Specially the Acolyte and the latest series. You would be surprised how many are made in bad faith, and with the Acolyte they have multiplied. Talk to your friends that have actually watched it and talk about it in a reasonable way. It's ok if you don't like the series or decide is not your thing, as someone who has really liked it, I know that it's far from perfect. Don't engage with reviews online unless you really really trust the person, because many are made with bad faith and/or nostalgia-tinted glasses that honestly make people forget how the original trilogy really is. It's the reason I stopped reading or watching ANYTHING resembling a review related to Star Wars because it is surprising how easy it turns into a toxic rant that many times can be boilt down into racism and misoginy.

Honestly, even avoiding all of that, with the Acolyte I almost burnt out of the fandom of how terrible it was. I luckily didn't received any hate myself but I have a friend who posts information and fun facts between other things (doesn't do reviews, or opinions, it's mostly all factual(if you have an instagram follow him in @skynobi_starwars, he is always on top of the latest news and posts frequently but without spaming)) on instagram and he was showing me the amount of comments just spewing hate whenever he posted anything about the series and it was disgusting. He said that there had always been some, but they had basically multiplied.

But that's his situation, mine was in real life. I have a coworker who also loves Star Wars and his mask fell off when on episode 3 the wItches showed up and suddenly all of his critiques were about the amount of black people and lesbians that were there. By the next episode everything was just shit and how they should fire the entire team. Basically screaming and being impossible to talk to. Which honestly made me really sad because he had always been a person with who I could talk to about anything Star Wars related. Worst of all, a younger coworker who was wondering if to watch the series entered into watching "reviews" that were outright lying about what happened in the episodes or of people that straight up didn't watch it. He showed me a few and they were all the same. I had to spend a good while proving to him how the series was review bombed even before starting and just proving almost every lie those people were telling and how most of it. It was exhausting and terrifying, I was also really worried because this coworker is very young and what he showed me bordered some alt-right beliefs that should be near NOBODY. And, holy shit, was this a slide to the far right pipeline.

The only reason I didn't burn out is because I have a trusted group of friends with whom I could comment the episodes and have fun making jokes about it. Curiously, my dad also watched it and enjoyed it. But that's basically that's all I had to reduce my feedback of Star Wars for WEEKS to not burn out with how everything was going both online and real life.

And I know that there's a lot of toxic parts of the Star Wars fandom. My recommendation is not engage with any of the big names in the fandom (you know who I am referring to, specially in Youtube). Again, it's not that you cannot be critical, there is a lot to be critical in Star Wars, there is also much that one may dislike, but there is a line. And a lot of people that called themselves reviewers crossed and are so far away in their delusion of how anything that Disney does becomes an attack against them that they will never be able to enjoy the saga again. But raging like that will just result in another Rise of Skywalker, not another Empire Strikes Back.

Instead, look for friends with who you enjoy talking about Star Wars and have fun watching, playing, reading, etc with the saga. Because at the end of the day that's what we want, to have fun with it and enjoy the journey. Sometimes it may disappoint, but if you are always looking for that like a big part of the fandom that posts online, you are never going to enjoy it again.

And isn't Star Wars better when you focus on what makes you happy about it than on what you didn't like?

(Also, again, watch out for the people who are being racist, mysoginistic, homophobic... I can't emphasize how even I, that I try to curate as much as I can my experience in the fandom, I found them fast this time)

[luvkyu]

If you're fine with song requests could I ask for a nct jisung x male reader based on the song rumor by h.i.n.p from produce 48, anyways have a good rest of your day!!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L8lB-bLoNvI

rumors ( park jisung )

jisung x male!reader

jisung tries to fix things with his secret boyfriend after getting swept up in dating rumors.

content : 1.8k words, angst ( breakup !! ), idol!jisung x non celeb!reader

( a/n ) i <3 nct reqs :( i was gonna make sung more of an asshole in this but i physically could not so i changed it a little and he's actually very sweet but u might cry :/ also keep in mind that the song translations may not be exact !!

'your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice m-"

jisung sighed heavily and lowered his phone from his ear before he could listen to the rest. he practically knew the automated voice tone by heart because of how much y/n had avoided his calls today.

you are toxic, sink into me

i'm dizzy because of you

and i fall for you again

i can't do anything else

nothing had been the same since jisung was sucked into a dating scandal about a month ago. all because he was friends with a girl in another group, everything felt like it was crashing down.

jisung had been in a relationship with y/n for a good seven months - secretly of course, with the exception of some nct members knowing. while jisung was occupied with nct, y/n managed a small but very successful and popular shop in seoul. it was his last wish to be affected by the scandals and hardships of idol life, but when he met jisung through a mutual friend, it all changed.

the first few months of their relationship felt surreal. jisung always wondered if he was the main character of a movie. y/n always kept him on his toes and surprised him with feelings he'd never experienced. any free time on his schedules always went to his boyfriend, in person or facetiming if neither could get away.

this all seemed like a forming memory to jisung now, though. y/n had been increasingly distant. he wasn't calling as much and had less time to spend with jisung - and their time together in person was already limited as it was.

when jisung found a sudden spotlight on himself and another idol friend, he tried his best to stay unaffected and unbothered. being paired in a dating scandal was the last thing he wanted for himself and especially for his boyfriend. prior to the rumors surfacing, y/n already knew jisung and this girl group idol were friends, and had even met her a couple times. he had no problem with her and jisung's friendship. but after the rumors surfaced, it was like everything went to shit. even after both sides denied the rumors, it seemed like everyone still faced the repercussions. jisung was still asked and annoyed about it frequently, which was taxing for him mentally. but despite this, most of his worries still remained on his boyfriend.

y/n grew tired of the situation pretty quickly. he never liked that their relationship had to be kept a secret from the start. he couldn't introduce his friends or even just tell his coworkers about his sweet, lovely boyfriend who made him an indoor picnic because it was simply too hot for one outside. they couldn't go to a coffee shop to just enjoy each other's company unless they kept their hands and lips to themselves.

all these small things that bothered y/n seemed to bubble up to the surface after the scandal unraveled. everything that he tried to ignore and excuse because of his love for jisung was finally just suffocating him. the sad thing was that he didn't even care about jisung and the girl. he cared that he couldn't be who he wanted to be with his own boyfriend. he was beginning to feel like he just didn't exist.

how should i look at you now?

tell me, don't hide feelings, baby

can you give me your heart?

you say that everything is gonna be alright

jisung looked down at his phone, contemplating what to do. after ending the unsuccessful call, his phone went back to the home screen. the photo of himself and y/n always put a smile on his face, but now it just made his heart break.

"you okay?"

jisung jumped at the sudden voice behind him. he turned while setting his phone aside, seeing mark with a worried gaze.

"i dunno. y/n's still not answering me.."

mark frowned.

"hasn't it been all day today?"

jisung nodded. he could feel his throat burn with the urge to cry.

"i'm sorry, sung. it's late though, maybe he's asleep?" mark suggested while setting his hand on the younger's shoulder.

"mm," jisung shook his head, "we always at least say goodnight, though."

mark hated seeing him like this. he took a deep breath and squeezed jisung's shoulder comfortingly.

"why don't you take the day off tomorrow? go to y/n's and figure things out. take a mental health day. you need it."

jisung looked at his friend with glossy eyes. he blinked rapidly for a moment, trying to dismiss the tears. he then cleared his throat and forced a smile before nodding.

"yeah, i think i will."

so, say it to me again

rumor, rumor, rumor

gossip, gossip, gossip

rumor, rumor, rumor

you said you love me

the next morning felt like a blur to jisung. he slept in until noon and took forever to get up and actually shower or eat. the rest of the boys were already gone for a full day of busy schedules, leaving the dorm empty and almost a little eerie. it was odd to be alone in a space that was usually filled with laughter and warmth.

after finally getting himself together, jisung took a final look at himself in his full length mirror. he looked fine, not the best, but fine. a simple gray jacket and black sweatpants was good enough to go see his boyfriend.

y/n ended up sending him a simple good morning text around ten o'clock after basically not talking at all the day before. jisung was thankful for the message, but still felt pretty down with the lack of communication.

once he finally felt up to it, jisung took mark's advice and decided to head to y/n's place. he was restless to talk and sort things out. and he missed y/n more than he could say.

soon arriving at y/n's house, jisung was anxious to actually knock. what if y/n really didn't wanna talk to or see him? what if he just needed more time? what if he wasn't even home?

jisung found himself knocking on the door before he could scare himself away. he knew he needed this despite his overthinking.

y/n answered the door after a minute. jisung's eyes widened at the sight of his messy boyfriend standing in front of him now. it was easy to see that y/n's hair was disheveled even when hid under his jacket hood. his eyes seemed droopy and dark, and his general demeanor was just not himself.

jisung pushed these things aside for now and looked at his partner directly.

"can we please talk?"

y/n was quiet for a second, but gave him a weak smile and welcomed him in. jisung trailed over toward the sofa, y/n following behind.

"i'm sorry for all the shit that's happened, y/n. really, i am. but you avoiding me more and more for the past couple weeks has been killing me. please, let's fix this," jisung reasoned. y/n looked at him, unsure of what to say next. jisung's eyes were big and sincere, it made y/n's heart swell.

"i'm sorry, too. i just.. needed some space i guess," y/n responded quietly.

"i understand that," jisung assured. "because of the dating rumor stuff? cause i hate them as much as you do, y/n. i really think they shouldn't matter.. we can get through it together. i only want to be with you and-"

"jisung."

jisung stopped. y/n's voice was small, almost broken. jisung felt like he knew what was coming, but he didn't want to believe it. y/n looked down before saying the words that jisung had been dreading.

"i can't do this anymore."

i can't refuse you and you destroy me

i'm tired of everything, i don't wanna hear no more

why do you disturb my mind?

i just hate everything

jisung's heart plummeted to his stomach. he took a deep, shaky breath while trying to keep his composure.

"y/n.."

y/n looked up at him, then back down when a couple tears trickled down his cheeks.

"i'm so tired, jisung.."

jisung's own eyes began welling with tears. his throat closed up again as he tried to ignore them.

"but," jisung began, "i love you." he paused to gently cup the sides of y/n's face in his hands. "can't we work on this? we can figure it out, i'm sure."

y/n frowned. he'd always loved the feeling of jisung's large hands against his face, but now it was possibly the most melancholic thing he'd ever known. he took the male's hands away from his cheeks and held them instead.

"you always tell me we'll figure things out, but i don't think i can. i just.. i can't be your secret unimportant boyfriend anymore. it hurts. i'm so tired of hurting.."

jisung was silent for a moment.

"..unimportant? did i really make you feel that way?"

"not you exactly. just.. the situation. i don't blame you for this at all, it's just the way things are with your job. it's not for me.."

jisung nodded at this answer. it wasn't the answer he wanted, but it could've been worse.

the pair stood in silence for a minute, as if soaking up the last moments of their relationship. y/n could feel himself on the verge of a breakdown, and he assumed jisung was feeling something similar.

hurry, tell me something,

i won't be able to listen to you anymore

i'm trapped inside of you,

as if i stopped breathing

"..you should go," y/n mumbled out softly. jisung looked down at his shoes, as if waiting for them to move.

"i don't know if i can.."

y/n's brows furrowed. he finally looked back up at the other.

"what if this is the last time i see you?" jisung asked. "what if this is the last time i get to hold your hands? or be with you in here? i can't-" jisung cleared his throat after feeling himself choke up a bit. his tears finally hit. "if i lose you, y/n-"

"you won't, sung," y/n interrupted his sobs.

they both continued crying for a while, connected hands turning into a very long hug. beneath their romantic relationship was just two friends who loved and trusted each other more than anything, and that wouldn't change.

"you always tell me everything will be okay," y/n spoke up, "so i'm gonna say the same to you now. this will pass, and we'll both be just fine, jisung."

so, say it to me again

rumor, rumor, rumor

gossip, gossip, gossip

rumor, rumor, rumor

you said that everything is gonna be alright

so, say it to me again

[ohbo-ohno]

I was thinking, so you know how older dogs help train puppies? I'm imagining that with Soap and their pet

Simon teaches lessons and Soap reinforces them. He shows their puppy how to behave and what Simon expects of them. He teaches her boundaries (to respect his and Simon's, they're pushy with her boundaries since she's at the bottom of the pack) and to not bark too much or the muzzle will come out. He overall acts as a guide for her.

Which should make things easier for her since he never had that. But she's a little hardheaded, frequently getting too barky (demanding to be let go, she's not a pet) and rough with her bites (sometimes literally), so Soap is allowed to growl and bite her back (usually literally), reminding her of her place.

She'll shrink into herself as if tucking a tail between her legs. Sometimes Soap makes her show her belly to him, paws up, in a show of submission.

Simon stays back for the most part unless he truly needs to step in for discipline. Maybe Soap was a little harsh when trying to teach her, or maybe their stubborn puppy needs a firmer hand.

- 🥍

i got this ask like 6 hours ago and it's haunted me ever since. lacrosse you've changed me i love this

ghost letting johnny train his new puppy oh i am SICK!!!!!!! soap is sososo excited to have a puppy of his own, of course he'll teach her how to be good <3 it's what good dogs do!!!!

i saw this tweet once that was something along the lines of "soap is patting ghost on the back so much in the game because he wants ghost to pat him back. like 'see!! now you try!!!' and just waiting for pets" and it has the same vibes as this. johnny constantly behaving very overly puppy like and pushing and shoving at you until you do the same. he forces you to your back and rubs your tummy like see! it feels good! me now

johnny gets to break rules and get a less severe punishment, too! he's supposed to show her what happens when you're bad, so ghost isn't nearly as rough with him as usual when he breaks rules as a demonstration. he's kinda being told to be bad instead of actually being bad, so he gets off lighter. very very fun time for johnny

they think she's hardheaded, really she's just stubborn <3 she is not going to give in and crawl for these assholes so easily, fuck you very much. but to them (to johnny at least) she's just being a stupid little puppy who doesn't understand commands.

she snaps at johnny and he really bites her, gets her backing down and submitting nice and quick. satisfies that deep part of johnny that wants be on top

the hardest part for her is getting over punishments/being scolded. johnny gets in trouble and bounces back as soon as it's over, goes right back to behaving all happy-go-lucky. but she has a really hard time getting over being pinned to the ground and growled at, it freaks her out - especially simon's punishments, which are almost always sexual or painful. she'll sulk the rest of the day

means she gets lots and lots of love after though <3 if simon punishes her and she crawls off all pouty and sad, johnny will draw her right up into his arms and cuddle her close until she stops struggling to get away from him, maybe play a little if he can draw her in. if johnny pins her to the ground and puts her back in her place, simon will comfort her with some pets, maybe a few treats if she's been good lately. she's supposed to take the punishments as lessons, not reasons to be pouty and angry all day

but i think you're right, overall simon lets his pup teach her how to be a pup too <3 as long as johnny doesn't start getting too full of himself, doesn't start forgetting his own place, he can keep training his new little friend

[starilicious]

mere haath mein (echo x gn!reader)

》 summary: reader and echo's love story from strangers to friends to lovers throughout the clone wars (a 4+1 type of story)

》 series masterlist: (please read the masterlist before continuing on!)

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 4.5.1 | part 4.5.2 📍 (you are here!) | part +1

click here to read on AO3

》 part 4.5.2 word count: ~1.9k

》 part 4.5.2 warnings: none

》 part 4.5.2 spoilers: bad batch citadel episode

》 a/n: so sorry i disappeared! college took over my life like a storm but the semester is over now which means back to posting! i hope you all enjoyed the last season of our favs... it was such a bittersweet ending and i'm going to miss watching the show. :(( but in other news, here is the original a/n i had of this part of the fic sitting in my drafts: i lied, 4.5.2 is a longer part than i thought it would originally be LOL but enjoy!!! also, instead of fives dying, i had him disappear off the face of the galaxy. he tells anakin and rex about the chips, but he’s able to get out of that warehouse place alive because i truly despise the fact that echo is the only one left of domino squad… it makes me sad ksdfhgksdf

४.५.१ (4.5.2)

Your personal commlink crackles to life. A staticky voice comes through as you struggle to hear the message. You swiftly link it to your monitor, boosting the long-range signal the best you can.

“–stro? It’s Rex. Can you hear me? We… –und him. Come to dock...–bay six at 1600.”

The channel closes, and the static disappears into silence. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion as you glance at your chronometer. 0900, it reads.

After Fives disappeared, you became especially close with Rex, often accompanying him on missions where your skills as an engineer were needed. Times were getting rough and the GAR needed all the help they could get out in the field. You were first to volunteer.

For the rest of the day, you’re distracted. Even Arjun, one of the newest engineers on your team as a replacement for Prauf and Sonia, notices it. Dropping tools, tripping over supplies, forgetting your train of thought. You’re just so baffled. Rex has never done this before. And what in the galaxy could he possibly need you for right after a mission?

You’re at the hanger ten minutes early, the anxiety of just wanting to know eating away at your sanity. You tap your foot incessantly when you stand still and pace frequently from one side of the bay to another when you’re in motion, still attempting to decipher Rex’s cryptic message.

And finally (right on time, you vaguely register), two ships dock and disembark. One of them you don’t recognize as being a standard GAR ship–rather, it’s an Omicron-class attack shuttle. Is that what Rex wanted you here for? Some starship? A flash of irritation crosses through your mind as you strain to see the people getting off.

You recognize the Generals facing away from you: Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Windu. But they’re blocking your view of anyone else. You drop your gaze and see Rex’s legs in their classic blue armor as well as someone standing next to him, but you can’t tell who.

The Jedi turn to walk away and finally you can see who they were talking to. You make your way to them quickly. You don’t recognize any of the men but Rex, making you even more confused as to why he called you here.

“Rex?” you call tentatively and he turns around from his conversation to acknowledge you.

Your jaw drops as you take in the sight. The cybernetic legs instead of skin and bone, the scomp link as a replacement for a right hand, the red skull on his armor, the implants dotting his head, his face tired and haggard. His face is exactly like the clones you see everyday, but something about the recognition that lights up in his sunken eyes tells you that it’s still him.

“It’s you,” you whisper in shock, staring blatantly at the man you fell in love with during the midst of a galactic war. The man who found you, the man you lost.

The man you couldn’t save.

Echo gapes at you in surprise, clearly not expecting you to have turned up. He glances behind you at Rex in question before meeting your eyes, seemingly finding his answer.

“Hi, Astro,” he murmurs, voice deep and unused as if he just awoke from a restful night of sleep. For a moment, everything is at a standstill. No one dares to even say a word as you stand in front of each other, unsaid conversations hanging in the air. The wind breezes across your face, a gentle caress as if to say it’s okay. He’s real.

“Echo,” you breathe and throw your arms around him tightly, the shellshocked tears finally streaming down your face. You don’t give a damn about who’s watching, too wrapped in the fact that he’s home, Echo’s home, with me, in my arms.

I will never let you go again.

Echo curls his arms around your waist in a tight embrace, burying his face into your neck as he mumbles your name in what sounds like relief. You hear a choking sob, but whether it’s ripped out of you or out of Echo, you don't care.

“I’m back, I’m here. I’m here,” Echo chants it religiously, pressing his quiet promises into your searing skin and engraving it within. Whether he’s reassuring you or himself, you can’t tell. The plastoid armor cuts uncomfortably into your arms as you hug him, but the pain grounds you from cloud nine.

When Echo died, you and Fives became inseparable, always accompanying each other in quiet support. Both of you were your closest connection to Echo. And then when Fives disappeared, you felt like you lost your fragile tether completely, just floating along like broken space debris. No purpose, no happiness. Just existing within a vacuum void with no life, no resolve, no motivation.

You gently push him away then, taking his gaunt face into your hands to examine him. Your fingers hesitantly touch the implants in his head, and you let out a pained sigh at the slight frown his mouth curves into. Echo’s eyes are sullen, exhausted, but you see his determination as clear as day.

“What have they done to you, Echo?”

He doesn’t respond, instead observing you himself, noticing the darkness under your eyes and your slightly unkempt look, very unlike the prim and proper person he left behind. The brightness in your eyes has dulled, and he sees his own fatigue mirrored in your soul. Echo’s heart aches at the thought.

You take a step back from him, and he loosens his hold on you. You look behind him to see four men–clones, you realize in surprise as you peer closer.

“This is Clone Force 99,” Rex introduces you to them as Echo steps to your right to let you see them fully. “They helped rescue Echo.”

You study each one of them in curiosity as they introduce themselves to you. Clearly, there’s something different about them–you can see it in the way they carry themselves. You shake each one of their hands, reiterating your gratitude again and again.

“Thank you, all of you. I wish I could repay you in some way for rescuing him. You really don’t know how much this means to me,” you say, genuine appreciation coloring your voice. Hunter gives you a knowing smile.

“Anytime! Busting those clankers up is our speciality,” he grins and you can’t help but laugh at his happy demeanor. It kind of reminded you of Fives. A shadow of sadness passes over you, but you push it away quickly.

“Actually, there is something you may be able to do for us,” Tech pipes up. Your eyebrows raise and you gesture for him to continue, noticing Crosshair’s smirk that he makes no effort in suppressing. You weren’t exactly expecting a request at this very moment, but you don’t mind fulfilling it. It’s the least I can do. You hear Rex and Echo quietly laugh behind you.

“You’re an engineer, yes?” Tech inquires, adjusting his goggles to study you. You nod in affirmation.

“Good. I am in need of your services. We seem to be having a slight problem with the suspension support system…” he moves towards the Omicron-class attack shuttle and you follow in his footsteps, leaving the rest of Clone Force 99 and Echo and Rex slightly behind to talk amongst themselves.

You examine the blueprints on the datapad he hands you as he talks at what feels like breakneck speed. “When I pilot the Marauder–” ah, so that’s what it’s called. “–the steering feels quite sluggish and is difficult to handle when we’re in the midst of battle. I deduced it’s due to the suspension, but I can’t seem to pinpoint the exact location nor the nature of the problem even after looking over these schematics for a few hours.”

You hum in response as you scan the diagnostics before finding the issue easily in a matter of a few moments.

“Ah! Don’t worry Tech, this is a very simple fix. You need to realign the thrusters and make sure they’re properly connected to the steering shaft. I suggest taking a look at the control arms too–the thruster hinges that connect to the frame look like they’ve been through a lot, so maybe consider replacing them? I think I’ve got a couple of spare ones in my shop if you want,” you advise, handing the datapad back to him. Tech stares at you, mouth agape as he absentmindedly accepts the datapad.

You simply smile and turn around to see everyone else losing it after watching the exchange. Even Crosshair has cracked a smile, something clearly rare based on his aloof attitude. Puzzled, you ask, “What’s so funny?”

Hunter, bless him, takes mercy on you and explains dutifully. “Tech has been trying to fix that for at least two hours and you figured out the problem in thirty seconds. No one has ever been able to beat Tech at something he knows practically everything about.”

You huff out a light laugh of surprise. “Well, it is my job to fix and repair starships. It would be pretty bad if I wasn’t able to diagnose issues as soon as I got them,” you point out. Hunter nods in agreement as the laughter slowly begins to die down.

“So, I’m assuming you all are getting medals, right? I mean you’ve clearly pulled off an amazing and incredibly difficult mission,” you ask, glancing from one clone to the next, your gaze landing on Echo.

“Not… really our thing,” Tech shrugs.

“Accolades,” Crosshair concurs, mouth moving around the toothpick that seems to be permanently present.

"Yeah, we're just in it for the thrill. Yo!" Wrecker grins, pumping his fist into the air.

Hunter turns to Echo. "You sure it's… your thing?"

You steal a glance at Echo as the confusion dances across his face. "What do you mean?"

"Your path is different," Hunter elaborates before letting out a chuckle. "Like ours."

You can practically see the gears turning in Echo's head as he processes Hunter's underlying message. You stay silent.

"If you ever feel like you don't fit in with them, well… find us.” Hunter inclines his head to the team, and Tech, Crosshair, and Wrecker give you all a nod of goodbye. And with that, you watch Clone Force 99 retire back to their ship, leaving you, Echo, and Rex behind to watch.

“Those are some of the finest troopers I’ve ever fought alongside,” Rex states. He pauses for a moment before placing his hand on Echo’s shoulder, shaking him out of his train of thought.

“Echo.”

He turns to look at him.

“You and I go way back. If that’s where you feel your place is… then that’s where you belong,” Rex asserts, eyes roaming Echo’s conflicted face. You can’t fight the sad smile that appears on your lips. Even through all the pain he’s gone through, Rex always puts his friends–his brothers–first.

Rex rotates slightly to face you. “And if you would like to accompany him, Astro… I can make it happen.”

Your eyes widen in surprise, not believing your ears. Is he serious? You and Echo glance at each other then, an instantaneous unspoken agreement settling into the space between you. Rex pats both of your shoulders and departs.

You and Echo follow Clone Force 99’s path, each step of yours carrying you closer and closer to the unknown. You’re about to leave behind everything.

Your right hand brushes against Echo’s left one.

Well, not quite everything.

And when you all turn around to see Rex one last time and salute to him, you know that no matter what, it will be okay because Echo’s beside you. Right where he should be.

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part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 4.5.1 | part 4.5.2 📍 (you are here!) | part +1

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[asmogorna]

Sorry to send another ask so soon (and idk if someones asked this already) but if you have any headcanons for Jon I'd love to hear them!

OK SO im really sorry it took me THIS long to get to this i quite literally.. forgot i had smth in my inbox woopsies. the reason i remembered is cause mootie posted some Spine hcs and i was like "woah"

alsooo im not good at putting my thoughts onto "paper" especially in english so you will have to excuse me

anywho my jon headcanons some sad some random /ref

First of all i think that his relationship with Peter Walter I would be far from close. he would be seen as the type of child who's both "too much mess to take care of" and "strong enough to take care of himself" if that makes sense. Peter did love him as his creation but would openly admit that he's not his proudest one, meanwhile Jon wouldn't feel much connection at all. he sympathized with his creator but only in a way he would with any other human being, there was more gratitude than love

Jon struggles with constant malfunctions and his mechanisms are a mess (partially because he gets himself in trouble all the time), so at one point Peter would get tired of fixing him so frequently, and tell him that he can just "walk some things off". That thought stuck to the bot and he would think of all of his malfunctions as slight inconveniences, i mean, he can still perform so why pay attention to the constant neck pain or powering up struggles ? it just became a habit and he kind of forgot that things like that shouldn't be ignored

After a long while when Peter Walter VI grew up enough to start learning more about how automatons work, Jon would be used as a "lab rat" (not really but its just what he himself called it) for young VI to practice fixing mechanisms. thats pretty much when he heard "Wait this cant be right" about his messed up physical state for the first time in a long while. little Peter didnt get to fix all of the things that were wrong with Jon's body, but he did manage to take care of some of them, which almost surprised Jon with how nice it felt to not hear pieces of broken gears rattle in his head every time he moved (who wouldve thunk)

ok now to more lighthearted stuff !!

Jon actually has a very strong bond with Sam ! He loves watching the mustached man work and sometimes follows him around, just enjoying his company. At first Sam thought that the tone-gold automaton was creepy and uncanny, but grew attached to him and his stupidity (/lh). i also think that Sam would be one of the few Walter workers who dont baby the Jon and actually treat him like they would treat any other robot :3

Also Jon just loves his robot family endlessly. shocker !! im not sure how explain it but i think hes the only one to look at other Walter automatons and go "bro i love them so much" at all times. in his head at least. obviously he teases them and argues with them but he wont think twice before accepting a hug from his siblings (except for Upgrade theyre rivals /j)

Speaking of Upgrade !! They feel the most sibling-ish to me (aside from Rabbit & The Spine) because they constantly poke fun at each other yet they still are willing to give each other help and comfort when needed. She once had to carry him all the way back to the Walter manor because they forgot to take some extra cans of crystal pepsi

Also Upgrade got in an accident once which caused her to have a fractured face for a couple of days, and Jon was there the entire time to comfort her and constantly tell her that shes still very pretty

Unlike with other robots, the food that Jon eats doesnt just fall through his uncovered jaw/run into his boiler or anything like this, instead it just. disappears. once he closes his mouth the food just vanishes into the unknown, yet Jon claims that he enjoys the process of "eating" (nobody knows how it works)

LITTLE GIRLS THAT GO TO SPG SHOWS LOVE HIM !! once the band finishes performing, he constantly gets pulled away by a small giggling pink-ish blob to join their tea party or hula hooping contest. thats why he has quite a knowledge on "girly" themes and educates other automatons on the matter

THATS IT FOR NOW TY FOR READING :3

[puppyluvfics]

Distracted | Kim Jungsu

Kim Jungsu | part of Not In The Same Way: MTL Series WC: 1k Genre: Angst/Fluff Summary: You loved Jungsu. You did. What you didn't love, though, was the routine you had fallen into with him. What used to be fun, spontaneous date nights and surprise kiss attacks had turned into an almost loveless domestic cycle. Warnings: none <3 A/N: sorry this took me so long to post LOL,,, I got #Rejected from grad school... theyre losers tho, imagine not wanting me at ur school,,, oh well, i applied to another uni which is only 15 mins away so that'll be better anyway. ANYWAYS! Jungsu sad tiem <3

“I… Listen. I loved you. And maybe, deep down, there’s a part of me that still does. But that part of me is so lost… it isn’t fair to me and it isn’t fair to you. I’ll see you around, okay? Take care of yourself.” 

“What isn’t fair to you?” He asked, raising his voice a bit. He wasn’t yelling at you, but he wasn’t exactly calm and collected about it all either.

“All of it, Jungsu! This isn’t fun anymore… you used to be so open to doing things with me and now you’re not. I don’t know what changed, but I don’t want to keep doing the same thing anymore.” You counter, exasperated. 

“Why? Isn’t just being with me enough?” He asks, just as hurt as you are.

“No! It’s not! I’m sorry, but it’s not. You don’t even want to go out and do fun things anymore… sitting here listening to you practice piano for hours every night is not my idea of a date night.”

He was quiet, his stoicism fading quickly, being replaced with hot tears. “(Y/N), wait… please.” He said, his voice choked. You shook your head, turning away from him. 

“No, Jungsu, I can’t do this… not tonight. We’ll talk, okay? Just… I think it would be a good idea for you to think about what you really want, not only from me but in life. Really think about it.” You said, seeing the headlights of your friends car brighten as she pulled into the driveway.

~~~

And God, he did. That’s all he could think about. Every waking second, he thought about you, about what he wanted, and what he had potentially lost when you walked out the door. You had avoided his texts for a few days, and it was killing him slowly. Though he had only been once with you, months ago, and sat uninterested the majority of the time, he knew that you frequented a cafe a few streets over from where the two of you shared an apartment, especially during the day when he didn’t want to do anything but practice piano. Sometimes, it felt like he loved the piano more than he loved you. And as his steps echoed off the pavement, he realized that too, which only made him speed up his steps.

His breath hitched when he saw you inside, curled up on a big comfy chair, your legs tucked under you. You looked ethereal, and all you were doing was sitting there reading a book, sipping your drink every now and again. He watched you from outside for maybe a little too long before he finally pushed the door open. You didn’t lift your head, keeping your focus on your book, turning the pages softly with just your thumb. 

He walked over to you cautiously, not wanting to startle you. He cleared his throat and you looked up, your expression soft and welcoming, assuming he was a stranger. When you saw him, though, your expression didn’t change…

“Hey…” He said sheepishly, putting his hands in his pockets.

“Hey… what are you doing here?” You asked, more confused than anything. 

“I… uh, I know you like coming here, and I wanted to talk to you. I did what you said.”

You chuckled softly to yourself. “Jesus, don’t say it like that. You make it sound like I asked you to do something crazy and illegal. Come on, let’s go outside.” You said, standing up and gathering your things, taking the lead in guiding him to a table outside. He couldn’t help but laugh too. He missed your sense of humor… your laugh. He missed you. 

The two of you sat down, and you looked at him the same way you always did, with kindness and warmth in your eyes.

“So, you thought, huh?” You said, finally breaking the silence. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, not for you anyway. 

He nodded, his eyes dropping to focus on the table in front of you. “Yeah… that’s all I could do.” He scoffed, in disbelief at himself. 

“Do you want to tell me about it or did you just come here to tell me that you were thinking?”

“No, no, I just need a minute. This is hard, you know.” He said, chuckling dryly. He loved your no nonsense attitude but damn, was it hard when he was on the receiving end of it. “I miss you.” He finally said.

You listened to his words, nodding softly. “I miss you too.” You admitted. It wasn’t a lie, you did miss him, but you didn’t miss the routine. 

“I thought about what you said about how we don’t do anything new and fun anymore. And I’m sorry.” He said, his voice low and quiet. You hummed softly, acknowledging his apology, but still giving him the space to speak and feel. 

“I want a chance to make it right. Please.” He said, eventually, not being able to take the silence between the two of you anymore. “I know I don’t deserve another one, but I’m asking you. Begging you.”

“Jungsu…” You started. It was a difficult decision. On the one hand, you missed him. A lot. But on the other… how did you know that he would take this chance seriously when he hadn’t taken the other ones seriously?

“Please, (Y/N).” He asked again, his voice breaking. God, you didn’t want him to cry. Anything but that.

You let out a heavy sigh, shutting your eyes, nodding, running your tongue over your teeth. “Okay.” There were a million other words you wanted to say. How this was his last chance. How you would leave forever if it didn’t change. But you couldn’t. All you could say was okay.

His eyes lit up, the tears that had welled in the corners falling freely now. Your heart felt like it shattered, truly. Your own tears fell, silently. You reached over the table, taking his hands in yours. You weren’t sure what would come of this… at the same time, you didn’t really care. You had your Jungsu back. He had you back. And he would fight like hell to never lose you again

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[virgin-mojitos]

STEVEN GRANT SFW ALPHABET -- PT 2

aaaaaaa part 2 is here!! terribly sorry for the delay i was a bit busy with studying for my exams, ANYWAYS! thank you so much for the people who liked part 1 i had so much fun writing these

ALSO thank for anon for sent me a message (it made me tear up dont tell anon) and i shortened this for your sake! anyways ENJOY

Gifts – What do they give you as presents? How often do they get you gifts?

“steven grant of the gift shop” I mean come on. I think hes that sort of partner (or friend) that surprises you with random gifts “HEY LOOK AT WHAT I SAW TODAY!! IT REMINDED ME OF YOU SO I GOT IT” its usually the randomst bizarre gifts and trinkets. Like you may make an offhand comment about how you genuinely thought unicorns were a real thing because you watched harry potter as a kid and it wasn’t until YEARS later when you found out that they don’t exist (SPOILER ALERT) so one day hes standing in line waiting for his morning coffee and he sees a cup that has a little unicorn on it and he INSTANTLY buys it and he would get sooOoOoOoO excited when he give it to you.

Hold – How do they hold you? Cuddling, sleeping, holding hands…

Oh steven steven steven, my little touch starved and deprived boy. When he gets comfortable around you (and you him) He. Will. Not. Let. Go. Of. You.

If he can he will hold you 24/7, but as its not possible (you try to convince him) he will pout when he has to go to work or he will definitely pout and whine when YOU get up from bed when he wants to cuddle

Okay so cuddling? Big spoon or small spoon? I think both? Like it would depend on the mood and on you really, but if hes big spoon he will stick your back to his front and put his arm under your head (although it starts to hurt after a while he literally does not care) and one hand on your boob (first couple of times hes very shy about his hand placement but by time if he gets confident he may squeeze)

BONUS: if youre touch starved but also a bit touch repulsed because past trauma (like me hello) it means the WORLD to him when you let him touch you and hes always asking for consent to make sure youre okay

Ideal – What’s their ideal date like?

Museum date ha ha.

I mean yes of course but I think dates where you get to do an activity is very fun for steven (although he does spend more than half of the date staring at you, you pretend you don’t notice)

Jealousy – Do they get jealous easily? How do they handle it?

Mmmm yes I think he does get jealous easily, but that’s due to his insecurities ingrained in him from the people around him (cough cough donna) making him feel awkward or too much or too hyper (cOuGh that cunt donna cOUgh), but definitely not because he doesn’t trust you or anything like that. He might need you to reassure him a couple of times to gain more confidence tho

I think he would come to you and white people smile (like marc in episode 3) the person whos shamelessly flirting with you and try to politely drag you away for that person (my polite boi *dreamy sigh*) if hes feeling confident

If hes feeling less confident I think he would just watch the scene from a far with sad puppy eyes and he only interferes if you are visibly uncomfortable. If not, unfortunately he will start to overthink and doubt himself (marc and jake are trying to help but they only offer umm…non civil offers) which do nothing to help his growing anxiety.

BONUS: if while talking to the person you point to steven and mouth “that’s my boyfriend right there” he will swoon (and might tear up)

Kisses – How do they like to kiss you? How frequently do you kiss?

While episode gives us a very middle school kiss from mr steven grant (it was horrible and awkward don’t try to convince me otherwise) I think by time he improves?? Like yes its still very sloppy (and sometimes its too tongey??)  but its very intense nonetheless. Hes very passionate about everything he does, and I think he can really pass his feelings for you through his kisses

I think before steven kisses you, he has to hold your face in the palm of his hands, one hand on your cheek and the other a bit far back near your neck for support (because you’re a gooey mess when steven holds you like that) and hes just. Lost in your eyes for bit, like AAAAAAA im blushing just thinking about this, but hes just looking at you like you are quite literaly the center of his universe. Just so much love and adoration and content before he finally kisses you. This happens almost every time he kisses you because hes that much of a sap.

(except of course the times where you guys are big hornballs and cant keep your hands away from teaching and just hitting every surface in the shared flat until you FINALLY get to the bed)

Love – How do they show you that they love you?

I think steven is a very verbal guy, so you can count on a lot of verbal reassurances if youre one of those people who are insecure (join the club) so yes he will tell you he loves you verbally.

Also for me, learning somebody’s mannerism and habits and finding them endearing is PEAK love for me, so knowhing how you like your coffee or tea in the morning and making it for you if youre running late or just too lazy to get out of bed, and somehow he makes it better than you ever did? What sort of sorcery is this?

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again if you want more of these i thoroghly enjoy writing about my boys, just tell me!

(part 3)

[seffien]

I gotta know what ur agent 8 is like !!!

sure.

even from the beginning, she was a pacifist. unless it was necessary, she wouldn’t fight. she was admonished for her pacifism and other behaviors in the army

eight's goggles were frequently lopsided because she was too young for them to fit her face.

her parents didn't have much (with the whole energy crisis thing) but they did their best, and eight was happy.

in fact, eight's mom (aoi) was a genius engineer, so she'd make her cute little robo-toys and such, and her dad (goro) was an extremely strong soldier who'd tell her stories of his accomplishments in the war

though a (mostly) happy child, she was shy and even a bit sad at school, where she was seen as an outcast. her dreams of peace and going to the surface were only met with laughter by girls her age

right before the fight against agent 3 (which i'll explain in a bit), she saw a fellow soldier (about 16 years old) get shot in the head point blank from a charger. another soldier was trying to escape, and she shot a charger with different-colored ink. this was during a power outage, so no respawn machines worked. eight has very much repressed the memory of seeing a dying soldier be wheeled away on a stretcher.

in fact, she had to witness a lot of horrors in kettles. even if the respawn machines worked, the sights weren't pretty.

the fight with agent 3 was brief—just a quick spar since 8 was drafted to aid octavio in stopping 3. it's never said who attacked them, but hear me out: a sanitized octoling. kamabo co was a thing during the events of splatoon 1, and the attack happened because commander tartar's army was small and just getting started. hope that doesn't sound dumb.

anyway, 8 was kept in a tiny (sort of cramped) hospital, and during this time, tensions were higher than high. the octarians had lost every zapfish and were struggling to keep things together.

about a day before 8 woke up, things straight up fell apart, and she ended up in the deepsea metro throughout the ensuing chaos.

she wasn't mute before escaping the metro, actually. she'd mutter things in octarian (usually swears) during inconveniences.

she slept on the metro between testing and never had any idea what time it was.

she sees iso padre as a kind of father figure and cap'n cuttlefish as a grandfather (y'know, after he de-racismed.)

[ropebuny]

My anonymous opinion of you is that I think you're constantly between wanting someone sweet and caring for you and someone who is mean and "abusive" and so you manage to mash the two together. I'm sure in real life you're sweet and shy.

on most days I solely want (need even) someone sweet and caring because I’ve been having a hard time lately and I’m very sensitive and emotional and get overwhelmed easily so I need to be comforted and calmed down very frequently :/

but duality is always good. mean is cute when it’s time to be sexual and they maybe don’t let me cum. but I tend to prefer soft doms who let you get away with misbehaving and letting you get what you want if you beg nicely :3 I have a huge soft spot for those types of doms, who just wanna please you and make you happy at the forefront. obedience and following rules is also important but sometimes it’s nice to get away with things. like for example if they command me that I’m not allowed to cum but I really want to so I beg and whine a lot which makes them reconsider. actions like that always make my heart swoon cause it shows they just love you so much and wanna please you and make you feel good most of all. and it feels cute knowing they just ‘can’t say no to you’ it’s very very endearing

but I don’t like people being mean outside of kinky sexual stuff like that :( like being a mean person overall is ugly, I love nice and sweet and polite and respectful people. like if someone is mean about my interests or what I’m into or my movie or music taste or is just overall mean to me in a way that shows they’re trying to tear me down, that makes me sad and upsets me cause I really don’t like meanness in that way. I think being kind is lovely. same goes for abusive although that word’s meaning differs for everyone. certain ‘abusive’ rules or power structures in a kinky relationship can be super super cute like controlling what I wear, if I can go out that day etc. but that person must also realise when the time is not right for those dynamics and when forcing them on me can really hurt our relationship and trust and overall bond. if that makes sense idk I’m rambling now

but yes I don’t doubt that I come across that way from how I post. and I do love a good duality, especially when someone knows when to use which ‘personality’ with me :))

[val-victory]

"Lieutenant sense to doctor schkrinkel"

The Call interrupted a rather boring day at the Doctors Office, not a Single Patient for today. Doc Schkrinkel was using the Time to recalibrate the Medical Tricorders, after rearranging the Plushie Wall of course.

The Plush Wall was one of Schkrinkels biggest Prides. As a Doctor specializing in Child Healthcare he made sure that no Patient would ever have to come to his Office scared. They could just take a plushy Friend from the Wall and they'd stay with them until the Visit was over...

Oh right the Call. Schkrinkel pressed his Combadge that was set to vibrate.

"uhm Schkrinkel here, what is it?"

"Can you come to corridor H-12? We have an emergency. Also what took you so long?"

"sorry, I was lost in Thought... I'll send the Team out."

"No, not the team, its not a medical emergency. But we need you. Oh and bring fromp."

Fromp, the living Minccino Plush, hopped onto Schkrinkels shoulders upon hearing his Name on the Intercom.

Schkrinkel took his Emergency Medical Kit, since its always better to be over-prepared than to be underprepared, and entered the Elevator.

"sense, can you like tell me what this is about? Don't tell me this is a Surprise Birthday Party. 1. It's not my Birthday, and 2. I hate Surprises."

"I wouldn't waste time on that. To get to the point: A student has locked themselves into one of the escape pods. They refuse to talk with any of us Security Personnel. They said they would only talk to you, or Fromp..."

"oh no, that sounds very serious. why did they do that and can the Escape Pod be activated?"

"Not unless the ship goes into condition red. or if they find the emergency override. but on why they did it, i don't know for sure, but they seemed pretty upset."

The Elevator stopped and the Door opened, Lieutenant Sense and his Security Team had been waiting in front of it.

"You're here, goo-"

Sense interrupts himself, which startled the Sableye on his Shoulder.

"Since when do you have twintails with purple tips? why didn't you tell me earlier? i mean we don't see eachother often nowadays you could maybe give me like regular updates on your hair or something?"

"sense, not now. please. this is serious. I've only had this Haircut since last week. just tell me where the Kid is."

"Oh right, over here. pod 3."

Schkrinkel looked through the Bullseye window. A child with Hair that resembled a Cutifly, no older than 12 was sitting on the Floor, crying. it was one of Schkrinkels Patients, Plemp. They were easily overwhelmed by Stimuli and frequented the Doctors office to get help with their Headaches. They probably knew all of Schkrinkels plushies by Name now.

"Hi... Plemp. I'm here now. you can tell me what happened."

They looked up to the Window, upon seeing a familiar Face they stopped crying but their sadness wasn't gone.

"Make the yellow guys go away. I only talk to You."

Schkrinkel motions to the Security Team that they should take a few steps back until they are out of View.

"Yellow guys??? what are they on about? this uniform is gold."

"its okay, they went away... it would be much easier to talk if you opened the door, everything sounds kind of muffled."

The child understands Schkrinkels request and opens the Door for him. He enters and closes the door behind him.

"sit down next to me and tell me what happened."

"i-... they... i... .... We aren't going home aren't we?"

Fromp walks up to Plemp and sits in their Lap while being hugged.

"you won't get in Trouble for this, you can go Home if you want."

"No... i mean. Earth."

Scheisse. Why wasn't Schkrinkel told that this was about the Santa Protocol. Did Plemp really not say a single Thing or was Sense distracted by something stupid.

"that is... rather complicated... may i ask why you think that?"

"When... when they told us about stars... and the... and how to tell where we are... and then i looked where we are but we are so far away from home..."

Plemps almost incoherent story made them sob again. They crawled onto Schkrinkels lap and used his Apron as a Tissue to blow their Nose with.

"It's okay... let it out... I must say i'm impressed. you are alot smarter than the other Students... to figure this out at such a young Age. impressive..."

Plemp wasn't receptive to the Compliments, they just cried more.

"I'll tell you something, when i found out i was heartbroken. i couldn't believe it. to never see Earth again... but then i found out what Earth really was pollution, natural disasters, the depopulation of the Pokémon... i am kind of glad that we are leaving it behind."

"But... but we can't live here forever... this ship... its not a planet."

"Plemp, but this Ship wasn't made to be our Home forever, we are headed towards an Exoplanet. which will be our new Earth. a new Home for Humanity."

Schkrinkel started typing on the Console, trying to find an Astronomical Map that would show their Target. The Map opened and showed the remaining Time until

"but... but... but thats so far away."

"well for me it is. by the Time we reach it i will be 105, but for you, its earlier, you might be able to see it before your Hairs turn gray."

Plemps squeezed Fromp even tighter.

"i don't wanna talk anymore... but please stay."

"okay... i can stay... i'll give you time to accept it."

Schkrinkel stayed with Plemp for 2 Hours, the soothing mechanical sounds of the Ship eventually made Plemp fall asleep. It must have been an exhausting Day for them.

The Door of the Escape Pod was opened again and Schkrinkel carried Plemp outside.

"Sense, i don't think i can do this anymore. why are we lying to the Kids. why build up this fake narrative?"

"Bro, if you have a problem talk to the captain. i didn't make this up."

"maybe during the next Field Officer Conference, but first i have to bring this little fly to their Bed. I'll let them keep Fromp for the Day, or at least until they calm down."

The little Fly was brought to Bed. it might still take weeks until they properly accept their Situation, but in that Time, they can be glad that they have Friends like Schkrinkel and Fromp.

[withlovefromsimtown]

A Not-So-Short Update

The last time I posted about my life was some sad news, so let's talk about how I've been moving forward from that point.

All the zoo went to the vet in March because of a bacterial respiratory infection. We probably picked it up from one of the very frequent vet visits with the 2 chronically ill cats before they both passed. Only 2 of the remaining animals actually had the respiratory infection per bloodwork; everyone got preventative shots, & everyone is doing GREAT.

In the same vetting round, I got everyone up on their yearly vaccinations. It was close enough to that time that I didn't want to drag everyone back again.

One of the cats got a little sneezy & wheezy again last month. She did not have a contagious variant & aside from being VERY ANGY at me for shoving her into a transportation prison & dragging her to the vet for round 2, she's doing great again now.

My family has been over at my house like 1-2 times a week pretty consistently.

I planted flowers.

I've been slowly rewatching the 1990s Trigun with my friend, it's still SO GOOD & I love so much sharing things with people. Especially when people are experiencing things I love for the first time, it's like seeing it again for the first time myself. <3

My kitchen light died. It had nothing to do with the lightbulbs. My dad helped me fix it.

My plumbing broke & I spent somewhere around $3700-$3800 total in diagnosis & repairs. I am not mathing right now. It was in the drainpiping, not cosmetic, & I still have to put a section of wall back from that "adventure" when I feel up to it.

The plumbing issues are FINANCED to a point where they are...ultimately manageable with very minimal damage to my daily life. Ask me about how to game the US credit system, sometime.

I feel like this is a good point to mention my Ko-fi . Although I've got it fine on my own & I don't expect anything from anyone, literally anything helps ease the burden a bit if anyone out there has anything to spare. This has no effect At All on whether or not I make anything Sims-related. The break has nothing to do with my financial situation.

My dad has offered to help me do some cosmetic repairs to the bathrooms (he's paying for new sink handles as an advance on my birthday present but it's super helpful).

I potted some new veggies; my dad got the first ripe pepper off the red poblano plant tonight & I'll have the other ripe one the next time I make an omelette. The squashes are working their ass off, the tomato hasn't flowered yet, & I'm keeping an eye on my bell peppers because they're getting around.

Due to a series of events my former gym has a) changed management & b) owed me like 6 months of membership, so I have that prepaid & going forward for me, I'm back at the gym 3-4 days a week, which has been helpful both mentally & physically.

The lawnmower is repaired, the weedwhacker is charging, the lawn isn't 6 feet high, & most of the jungle is cleared from around the sheds.

Jury's still out on the pressure washer being functional ever again but we'll cross that bridge when I feel like rewiring a power cord with a shutoff switch.

I steam-cleaned all the carpet upstairs.

I replaced my bedframe & have been working on the spareroom/guestroom again (it doubles as storage & sleepytimes, it's not like... rentable, or there for income... it's just a place for friends to sleep that's comfy & full of cattes.)

I got almost all my laundry done & put away. Everything that's not on my ass right now is clean & either dry or drying.

[nobodysdaydreams]

Hello! I hope you have an amazing morning/day/afternoon/night. I´ve read the latest chapter of your S.O.S fanfic and I wanted to say I am a big fan! I really like how every chapter is following each episode of the show with your own take/elaboration on certain scenes, for example when you added the conversation between Sticky and his aunt, which wasn´t in the show. And many many other scenes. Oh, and the whole backstory for Curtain and his former friends/colleagues, it is just ingenious. Truly a brilliant masterpiece. You are a very talented writer. :) I am very much looking forward to the next update. Oh and I can not express enough how I love the Oldest Siblings fanfic! You wrote each of the siblings perspectives so well! And alI the Benedict siblings angst and feels. I am thriving on that content. It is such a serotonin boost. :D

Also, speaking about Benedict siblings, I have a few headcanons about them, that have been floating around my mind for quite some time. These are absolutely not thorougly thought-out, just what my brain proposed to me one fine early morning at 3 am instead of letting me sleep *deep sigh*

This one is based on a dialogue between the children in a first chapter of the S.O.S when I think either Reynie or Sticky mentioned, that they have seen Nathaniel in his brother´s library organizing books, trying to put some kind of order to the chaos. Nathaniel would defininitely do that. It is in his nature. I think he would totally opt for Dewey decimal system. Nice, practical, efficient. But, I also like to think, he would make some changes to it quite frequently. Like one week the library would be organized by author A-Z, next week the other way around. Then weeks after that by genre, color, book height, subject etc. Poor Nicholas would kindly ask his twin to stop, but to no avail.

We know that each twin adopted a child. Nathaniel adopted SQ and Nicholas adopted Constance (although she declined, but it was legally approved as we have seen Nicholas holding the documents at the end of the first season) Their sister on the other hand would have a biological child, a daughter named Felicity about 13-14 years old. Sister´s spouse sadly doesn´t live with them anymore, (he either left them or passed away, I haven´t decided on that quite yet), Felicity doesn´t remerber her dad very much because it happened, when she was very young.

I think it goes without saying that both the sister and her daughter would be brilliant and would possess a great intellect like the brothers do. It just runs in the family.

Their sister would also suffer from narcoleptic episodes, her trigger would probably be intense sadness (as opposed to Nicholas´ trigger being joy). Felicity does not suffer from it though.

Sister introduces her daughter to her brothers. I can imagine that Nicholas would collapse from the rush of joy and happiness, eyes filled with tears all that, at the perspective of being an uncle, Nathaniel would immediately catch his brother on instinct. Only for him to collapse a few seconds after Nicholas, because of his vulnerability trigger and basically going through the same emotional experience. Their niece would tried to hold back a sob as she would take comfort in knowing that she had just met two father figures in her life (Both brothers would be an amazing uncles ). Meanwhile her mother falls asleep because if her own trigger. Felicity immediately takes action and puts a pillow under everyone´s heads to ensure comfort as she waits for them to wake up, It is a very emotional event for each party involved to say the least.

And that´s the end of mine take on the matter. I previously had more headcanons which were much more detailed, but I forgot to put them on paper or type them in my computer. Oh, well. Maybe they will come to me. Anyway, thank you for reading all that and I hope it wasn´t too long. I do apologize for my grammar and weird wording at times. English is not my native language.

Okay, first of all, I'm so sorry for the late reply to this message, but I hope it's a good one, because this ask means the world to me. 🥹💕

I came home exhausted from a long day of work and classes and logged into tumblr to this and it absolutely made my entire evening. I'm serious. I gotta hand to y'all. Just when I think that the comments I've gotten on my SOS fic can't get anymore heartwarming and incredible, you leave me this comment, which...I mean, first of all, do not apologize for your grammar and wording, your message was perfect. I'm sorry if I forget words or if this sounds weird, I'm pretty tired and kind of rambling, but please know that I am flattered by this. I have had people draw fan art based on my fic, make a personality quiz based on my fic, do chapter by chapter tumblr reviews of my fic, leave fabulously unhinged comments on fic, and message me just to tell me how much my fic means to them, and every time I am absolutely flattered and at a loss for words and say to myself that this is the highest honor I could ever receive and nothing will ever top this and yet you wonderful wonderful readers prove me wrong every single time. I mean...the account you sent this ask from is only following staff and looks like a new account, and if you wanted this to be anonymous, you presumably would have just sent your ask from a main and hit the anon button instead of making a throw away, so...

Did...did you get??? A tumblr??? Just to message me this??? I- I-just- 🥹💓💓💓

Luna, (I hope you don't mind if I call you that based on your username), thank you so much. I wish I had better words to describe how much your message and the messages of everyone else in this amazing fandom mean to me, but I just don't have the words to do it justice. Please know that I love your comment. I'm glad you enjoyed SOS and The Oldest Siblings (the lesser known SOS prequel that inspired my unhinged masterpiece, thank you for giving it some love🥰). I'm also glad you liked the backstory and added scenes. They wormed their way into my head and I figured "as long as their here, why not share them?" and I'm very glad I did. I'm also glad I decided to type out some scenes from the show. It's not all of it (that would be too much), but I was originally only going to include the content that I added to seasons 1 and 2 (because other wise I was just repeating stuff and the fic is crazy long anyway), but I eventually decided to include my own takes on most relevant (adult or SOS character focused) canon scenes from the show as well, because I realized that doing so helped the reader follow the timeline of events and kept up with and explained each character's motivation, which is important to do when you have this many characters. I'm also glad because now that the show is off Disney+, you have a place you can read the dialogue from some of the scenes (not all, but it's something. And all the dialogue and body movements are from the canon show for those scenes. All I add are extra lines at the beginning or end of scenes before or after "cuts" and internal character thoughts that explain their actions).

I love your head canons btw. The one about Nathaniel is very true. At least in my fic. He's a nervous organizer, and there's no way he could live in the chaos of the Benedict house without cleaning up a bit.

As for your head canons about the sister's child...I love it. I love the twist of her being her biological daughter and having narcolepsy. Also, depending on how old you head canon SQ (in my fic he's a bit older, but he's around 14-19), they're pretty close in age, and I know SQ and Constance would be great cousins to her!

Slight possible spoilers for future works, but I have toyed with the idea of the sister having a child as well. I can't give anymore away without spoiling stuff, but I think you might like what I decide to do with it. (If I can ever get to that point). I do want to apologize, I just went back to school, and that has been taking up a lot of my time. But I promise I'm still writing, and although I can't say when, the updates will come. And, while you are on tumblr, I have some mutuals who write some really great stuff you can read in the meantime. I won't annoy everyone by tagging them, but if you scroll through the blog @floorboardchompingfridays, you should be able to find some good ones.

Thank you again for this message. It made my entire day, and I hope you have a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening and remember take care of yourself. 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

^This gif is me hugging all of you, btw.

[themultifandomgal]

Arthur Shelby- Hello Again

3 years since I moved away from Birmingham. 3 years since I last saw Arthur Shelby, the man I loved, but was married. I've tried getting over him but to no avail. Now I return to my home of Small Heath hoping not to bump into him, fear that those feelings that I've pushed away will bubble up. However I know it's inevitable as I am moving back home to look after my parents who just so happen to live next to the Garrison, where the Shelby's frequent.

I walk down the street with my shopping when I bump into him, Arthur

"YN?"

"Hi Arthur" I give Arthur a little smile

"Where the hell have you been?" Arthur smiles pulling me into a hug

"Oh errrm. I got a new job" Arthur pulls away, but leaves his hands on my shoulders

"Are you just visiting?" he asks

"No, I moved back home to look after my parents"

"Need help?" he nods towards the bags in holding. Before I can say that I'm ok, he takes a bag from my hands and we both begin walking down the street "so when did you get back?"

"Only a few days ago" the tension in the air is so thick you could cut it with a knife

"Why don't you come to the Garrison tonight. I'm sure my brothers have missed you"

"Oh I don't ...." I'm cut off by Arthur's pleads which causes me to agree.

Walking into the garrison once again with Arthur feels familiar but also strange. I've done everything to push my feelings away, hell I even slept with Tommy a few times. But nothing worked now I'm being dragged back into this life of sadness. Arthur opens up the door to the snug revealing the Shelby brothers and Ada

"YN YLN is that you?" I hear John shout making me giggle

"I'm back" I smile at John who envelopes me in his arms

"We all bloody missed you"

"Alright John let the woman breathe" Tommy comments with Lizzie practically on his lap. I raise an eyebrow at them then Tommy lifts up his hand to reveal a wedding band

"We wanted to invite you but we had no address" Lizzie now says

"Sorry my move was very abrupt" I sit down next to Micheal who places a glass of whiskey in front of me "thanks" I throw the drink down hoping to relieve some of the tension between me and Arthur.

The night of drinking draws a close and Arthur ends up walking me home

"Why didn't you tell anyone you were leaving?" he suddenly says as we approach my front door

"I had my reasons. Mainly you and your brothers wouldn't let me go"

"No your right we wouldn't, not without a good enough explanation that is" I sigh feeling sorry for what I did, but I had to "what are you not telling me? we grew up together. We told each other everything" Arthur frowns

"I can't tell you this. I'm sorry" I turn to open up my door but I'm stopped by Arthur placing his hand on top of mine

"Why can't you tell me?"

"Because it will ruin everything between us. Our friendship will be over"

"What did you do?" the only thing I can think of is to tell him about me and Tommy

"I slept with Tommy a few times"

"What? and that's why you had to leave?"

"Yes. No. Kind of. Look Arthur just drop it yeah?"

"There's more your not telling me. You forget I can read you like an open book" I finally look into Arthur's eyes

"Not very well because if you could you would know that I was... I am so incredibly in love with you" the words seem to just tumble out of my mouth

"What?"

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have... I need to go..." again before I can open the door I find that Arthur's lips are on mine. I quickly pull away from him "Arthur your a married man. You shouldn't be.."

"I'm a divorced man who's loved you since we were kids. I married Linda because I knew I was no good for you"

"Arthur"

"Why waste more time?" Arthur's hand cups my cheek. He lowers his head once again capturing my lips with his "please just give us a chance"

"Ok"

[astrobei]

Hello, I love your fics so much!! I read all of them as soon as they drop and literally reread a handful when I need some extra Byler comfort.

I am currently obsessed with "A Body in Motion." When I tell you chapter 2 destroyed me (in the best way) I mean it 10 million times over haha. I can't wait to for the next chapter!! Obviously this is not to rush you/pressure you!! I just wanted to let you know how much I love it and how well you portray Mike's anxiety (which I think is canon tbh and I don't see enough people write Mike in that way). Idk if you also suffer from anxiety or any kind of panic disorder, but his breakdown in the bathroom was spot on (I have anxiety/frequent panic attacks) and I just couldn't believe how eloquently and accurately you wrote it (anxiety is usually portrayed in fics poorly, and it's almost always through Will). Mike trying to isolate so as *not* to have a panic attack in Will's presence was key to the accuracy, his thought process in that moment was sad but very accurate. Will comforting him by being the grounding tether for Mike...Mike feeling his heartbeat and his little "Oh God" and falling into Will... literally some tears were shed because UGHHH it that whole scene was so good. Literally could go on all day.

Anyway, you're an amazing writer! ❤ That's all!

ok so first of all i need to get this out there that i read this ask and literally had to read it like 3 times over just to process and i was smiling the whole time bc it is so ! thoughtful ! genuinely genuinely genuinely i am so glad this scene stood out to you as much as it did! it was a large part of why ch2 was so daunting for me to write and also why it took so long, because i was really trying to make sure it was well written and intentional and not rushed or like. cheapened for convenience if that makes sense !! i wrote it based largely on my own experiences with anxiety and panic attacks bc i do in fact deal with both of those things and have for a long time and i was trying to make it as realistic and relatable as possible so i’m so so glad it rang true to you !! i was also so nervous after posting it that people would find it weird or forced or awkward or any combination of those things and just overall was a little anxious about it but it’s been so well received and this is maybe the kindest thing anyone has had to say about it so !! i’m just very <333 🥰 i know everyone’s experiences with it are a little different which is a part of why i was so intimidated by the concept when i first thought of it but it’s also a very deeply personal scene to me bc i was sort of thinking like. what sorts of things would help Me when i’ve gone through it before. like what would i have wanted someone to do and say to me etc etc and just you picking up on details like mike trying to get away before it sets in bc he doesn’t want will to have to see it means the whole entire world to me i’m being so serious ☹️🫂 this got so long but i just wanted to say thank you so much this was so thoughtful and i’ll be thinking about it for forever <3

[britesparc]

Weekend Top Ten #604

Top Ten Ghosts from Ghosts

This week sees the final series of the superlative Ghosts, and that’s a sentence with more alliteration than I’d expected when it began. It kind of got away from me a little bit there, but I shall attempt to wrangle the wrest of my writing into order.

Or something.

Where was I? Oh yeah, Ghosts. It’s pretty great. It’s a typical British comedy about people trapped in a situation they can’t escape and forced to share their lives with other people they would ordinarily avoid, and end up developing into a loving surrogate family over time, but without any of the wishy-washy stuff an American version of the sitcom would probably force onto the plot. Where Ghosts excels is in both its writing and its performances; it’s genuinely hilarious, which is nice, but the cast are also gifted actors capable of bringing out the warmth and humanity even in the dodgiest or flimsiest of characters. Plus it makes the most of its setting, giving us classic horror tropes and – emerging by degrees – its own brand of supernatural lore, with the ghosts all longing to be “sucked off”.

And now the end is near, and I can’t help but feel there’s going to be something really heartbreaking about it. I think it will feel like one last goodbye to old friends. Although I kinda thought that about Guardians 3 and James Gunn basically decided “everybody lives” and gave all the Guardians their own happy ending (which isn’t the same as being sucked off).

So to celebrate this momentous occasion – and because it’s a great way to kick off the spooky season – I’m now going to rank my favourite spooks in a sitcom; my favourite poltergeists in a programme; my favourite ghosts in Ghosts. Good, eh?

Julian (Simon Farnaby): it’d be very easy for Julian to be a one-note joke; a lecherous and corrupt Tory MP who died in a sex scandal and has to spend the afterlife with no trousers. But Julian is allowed all kinds of subtleties and nuances; despite his multiple vices, his care for his fellow ghosts (and living humans) frequently bubbles up, as does an occasional bubble of regret over his life choices. It’s a really slow-burn, empathetic development of character, as Julian is really still rather reprehensible; but we love him and want him to succeed. And that one-note joke is just persistently funny.

Robin (Laurence Rickard): a caveman whose guttural pidgin utterances can be the source of great amusement; as can the contrast between his prehistoric values (he appears to have married his sister) and the present day. But again it’s a character full of nuance; he’s much smarter and more sensitive than he first appears. And he’s really funny, with a terrific makeup job.

Pat (Jim Howlick): an over-earnest Scouts leader with an arrow through his neck, my love for Pat isn’t really based on nuanced empathy or slowly unpeeling layers of development; he’s pretty much all there day one. But he’s so damn funny, a tour-de-force from Howlick as this organisational nerd, a nice guy determined to keep everyone happy. Probably has the funniest death scene. “You don’t want to see this in your dreams.”

The Captain (Ben Willbond): an uptight, overwound British officer, all stiff upper lift and starched sheets, with an almost Melchett-level Tasche. There’s a lot of fun and nuance right there, but it’s the Captain’s closeted nature that elevates him even higher; the tragedy of his repressed life and the double tragedy that now, about eighty years after he died, he still can’t be honest about himself. Yes, it’s sad, but it’s an informed and beautiful sadness that has something to say. And sometimes it’s really funny too.

Kitty (Lolly Adefope): I could talk again about how Kitty has shades and subtleties that are slowly teased by the writing and performance as the show has developed, but really Kitty’s here because Adefope is damn funny. An almost stupidly naïve character, fantastically childlike, an innocent soul in search of a sister. She’s just great.

Fanny (Martha Howe-Douglas): from comically naïve to comically repressed, Fanny is a puritanical matriarch for whom nothing is good enough and everything is filthy. Of course, this is all mask and projection, and like most of the ghosts here she had a rather tragic life that shaped her death. It’s this juxtaposition between the passions that enflame her (she fancies Kiell Smith-Bynoe’s Mike) and her snotty demeanour that brings the funny. Plus it’s a simply transformative performance.

Mary (Katy Wix): Mary is far more down-to-earth, from her broken malapropism-riddled Black Country dialogue to her matter-of-fact allusions to the more red-blooded facts of medieval life. His sets her apart from a lot of the more repressed characters, and her misunderstandings and failures to grasp modern concepts are also really funny. She also has the terrific hook of having been burnt at the stake.

Thomas (Mathew Baynton): surprisingly low down really, for such a great character and performance. Vainglorious lovesick poet Thomas wanted to be Byron but was shot down (literally) in his prime. His flowery dialogue, his inappropriate pining for Charlotte Ritchie’s Alison, and the frequent gulfs between his ideals and aspirations and the harsh reality of his life and death are all sources of great humour.

Sir Humphrey (Laurence Rickard): a more minor character than others, but a great one. Again it’s basically one gag writ large, as Humphrey had his head cut off and so his ghost is likewise decapitated; his body frequently losing his noggin (or vice versa, I suppose). Humphrey’s head’s grumpy but resigned demeanour when faced with always getting misplaced or lost or put down in the wrong place is priceless. Also: props to Rickard for two great roles here.

The Plague Victims: pretty much all the cast return as the ghosts of an entire village laid low by the plague, destined to spend eternity stuck in a cellar together. That’s all nice and hilarious of course, but the way they’ve become experts on their tiny world (teaching Alison and Mike how to repair the boiler) and their various interactions with the ghosts on the floors above are doubly, triply terrific.