#You're so awesome.... so fun to talk to......

[vasito-de-leche]

I love, LOVE your characterization of the Saja Boys, and while I know you’ve only written complete dating hcs for Baby and Abs, I was hoping if it was okay if I could request something with the Saja Boys (separately) where it follows the prompt “you're about to argue but you're so pretty that his brain short circuits”? If you don’t want to write for all of them, then maybe you could do Baby and Abs (separately)?

;KPOP DEMON HUNTERS SAJA BOYS - Too Pretty

Saja Boys (separate) x Reader 2.5k words silly, fluff Being a demon's soft spot has its benefits. Who would've thought?

i'm so glad you like the way I write them!! this prompt sounded so fun, I just had to try my hand at it, thank you!

this also served as a way for me to slowly figure out how I'd like to characterize the other members o7 I tried to keep the relationship vague enough to be read as whatever people want, so hope that comes across well enough. also also, dont let these dramatic edgy idols fool you, all drabbles end up being silly and cute

JINU

"Are you even listening, Jinu?"

He is, of course. But he'd rather not, especially when you're getting worked up over nothing; so much for escaping an endless cycle of torture in the underworld, he now has to deal with a brand new mess, pacing behind him like a madman. By now, you've probably noticed the monotonous and non-committal answers he's been giving on loop.

"Uh-huh," Jinu's eyes never stray from the notebook in front of him, attempting to come up with a better verse for an upcoming song. And he knows he's fucked up when he hears you groan, stomping towards him.

"Okay, okay. Maybe I stopped listening abooout ... five or ten minutes ago, who's counting, but--"

Your hand comes into view, fast as lighting, and he can only look as you snatch the notebook away from him. Great, awesome.

There goes the perfect verse in his head. He remains frozen for a moment, the hand holding a pen still hovering over the now empty spot on his desk until your voice reaches him once more.

"If you're not going to listen, at least tell me so I don't waste my time talking to you."

Jinu slouches in his seat, raising both hands to cover his face, before sliding them upwards to slick back his hair in a feeble attempt at regaining his composure. You can't even see him from this angle, his back turned to you, but he still rolls his eyes.

You want to argue? Get it out of your system? Fine, he can give you the fight you want.

In one swift motion, his position changes; now he's straddling the chair, a powerplay he's come to master after bickering with his own band for so long, eyes closed as he prepares to deliver a devastating comeback to rile you up. But when he looks up, the golden glow in his eyes wavers--you're standing so close in front of him, looking down at his seated form with your arms crossed, as if daring him to speak.

He doesn't, and you tilt forwards, hair cascading over him so that the only thing he can focus is your face in this one-sided glaring contest.

Jinu has seen you at your best and your worst, but this is the first time he's found himself at the other end of your undivided attention and anger. It is as intimidating as it is alluring. What are you doing to him? Is this allowed? His neck feels hot, his face feels hot. The room feels like it's on fire, but not the same type of hellfire he's grown used to; it's a different sort of warmth, equal parts shame and pleasure as he takes in the sight. His lips part without him noticing, whispering ever so gently.

"Pretty ..."

"What was that?" Fuckfuckfuckfuck.

"Shitty. I said you look. Shitty. As in, you look like shit. Being angry isn't doing you any favors, you know? You should get some rest, okay. Byeee."

Without giving you any time to react, Jinu fumbles over his words, trips over your furniture and he stumbles out of your apartment in a rush, almost breaking into a sprint for the elevator. It's only when the doors close that he allows himself to breathe in and out, finally noticing the extra passenger inside with him. His bird companion chirps smugly, and Jinu groans into his palms.

"I don't want to talk about it."

ROMANCE

"I didn't mean it like that!"

Romance scoffs at your words, still refusing to leave his room. All the heart shaped decorations seem to mock him as he leans his full weight against the door, easily preventing you from entering no matter how hard you try to rattle the doorknob.

Both of you find yourself at the edge of an argument, and the decision to escalate things lies solely on his hands. He knows this because he can practically hear the affection in your words, even as you whine and tell him to get over himself to talk to you, face to face. That alone is enough to make Romance's chest tighten--no matter how many times he does this, this game of push and pull, you still make sure to chase after him time and time again.

Surely you must be reaching your breaking point; nobody is strong enough to withstand this much heartbreak. Maybe if he tries a little harder, you'll realize that there's nothing good in a future with him.

All he has to do is stay silent and wait for you to leave.

"Then what did you mean?" His voice is whiny, it always is. But you always insist that you love that about him, the way he feels so deeply about everything.

"You really want to argue about something like this?" You're right, you usually are--he's making things difficult when he's not even officially yours. "Well, I don't. So you can call me once you've cooled off."

And just like that, it's quiet; there's no more pressure pushing against him from the other side of the door, no more cutesy nicknames and attempts at coercing him out. Romance's heart drops, and he practically claws his way out, torn between cursing you out for proving him right and leaving, or begging you to take him back and sort everything out as if he hadn't been the one to start this. He's taken only a single step out of the threshold of his sanctuary when your smile greets him--you're leaning casually against the door frame, pretending to inspect your nails.

"So, are you done brooding all by yourself, handsome?"

That playful grin renders Romance speechless; the contrast of your casual attitude against his frenzied panic is impossible to ignore, he's gone through all five stages of grief in under a minute while your trust in him never wavered. Absence truly makes the heart grow fonder because there's a glint in your eyes that tugs at his heartstrings, wild strands of hair that he'd love to twirl in his fingers and kiss ever so gently. Romance knows that you'll let him if he asks for permission, and a knot forms in his throat, face flushed bright pink.

"No." It's all he manages to squeak out before closing the door once more.

"Rommie! Are you mad at me or not?!"

"I don't??? Know??? I need a moment! Just stay there!"

ABBY

"That's the last time I take you anywhere. You can't just pick a fight like that, Abby!" Abby sinks even deeper into the plush cushions of the couch as you continue to scold him, as if his sulking and his silence could single-handedly help him win this argument.

He's already found himself a comfortable spot, but you're still fussing about the living room, throwing your shoes to the side, sending your jacket flying onto the backrest of the sofa, pausing to drink and slamming the glass on the counter a little harder than necessary. Abby knows better than to try and stop you, so he stays put, waiting for his opening.

"What if anyone saw? Did you even think about that? The amount of trouble you'd be in?"

Those are all very good questions that he never bothered to consider; in fact, he still refuses to think about the consequences. There's no point in doing so when you managed to pull him away before he could do any damage to anyone, or to his own reputation as an idol.

"Like they'd even care," Abby huffs, trying to blow a strand of hair out of his eyes. "Just catching a glimpse of us outside is enough to make everyone turn a blind eye, it's almost too easy to work the crowd. One flex of these guns and any broken noses will be totally forgotten."

He makes an attempt to flex said guns, but he finds you looming over him from behind the couch, your grasp on his wrists as steady as death. There is a wild look in your expression, one he can't quite understand, but he finds it impossible to tear his eyes away from you. Getting to play the part of guard dog for you comes as easy as breathing, Abby can't get enough of the little tells that give you away, letting him know that you enjoy his antics--but it never crossed his mind that the tables could be reversed like this.

"Fine, let me put it this way! What if you got in trouble or worse, what if you got hurt? Ever thought of that one? Just because you're an all mighty demon doesn't mean you're--"

"You're hot when you're mad." He blurts out.

"I--What?"

A chance to rectify his mistake is presented to him, and he immediately pivots away from it when you blink your pretty eyes at him in confusion. "I said that you're hot when you're--"

"I heard you the first time, Abby. It's just--were you listening to what I was saying?" Okay, this is his chance to steer the conversation back on track. It's very easy, he just has to--

"If I say no, will you scold me some more?"

"Oh my God. Abby. Nevermind."

MYSTERY

Arguing with you is a rare occurrence.

But so is speaking to you, or engaging in any sort of conversation at all with anyone. This is one of the many perks that came with his role as the cool, mysterious and aloof member of the Saja Boys; anything he didn't feel like addressing could be easily swept under the rug and left ignored for centuries. This had been Mystery's modus operandi for years, and he wasn't planning on changing it any time soon.

You, on the other hand, were the opposite, filling the silence he often sought so desperately, until your voice became background noise in his life, a constant, confusing and somewhat comforting presence that simply followed him around.

Mystery still remembers the first time he deigned himself to reply, something off-handed that didn't matter at all, and yet you clung to his every word and went the extra mile to include him in your one-sided talks. It took a long time for the demon to get used to this, and an even longer time to acknowledge the fact that he enjoys the sound of your laughter, way better than the miserable voices crawling in the back of his mind.

Which is why the claustrophobic and oppressive silence lingering in the room irks him to no end. You're supposed to be talking, not playing hard to get or ignoring him over a stupid argument; the way you brush past him, barely acknowledging his existence as you go about your day is getting under his skin in ways he never knew were possible.

And then, for a fleeting second, you meet his gaze--this moment lasts for an eternity in his eyes, and he opens his mouth to speak, to seize the opportunity and break the ice, but before he can get a single word out, you turn around and begin to scroll through your phone. That's the last straw.

Mystery stands up and forces himself into your peripheral, hands firmly planted on the wall, trapping you in.

For the first time in forever, he wants to scream, to bark, to growl and give you a piece of his mind. But when he sees the way you awkwardly avoid his gaze, fiddling with your hands and standing at your tiptoes, Mystery relents and his frustration is replaced with something else; endearment. You're still wearing his merch, one of the very first shirts the Saja Boys released long ago with his name written on it, you're still attempting to hide from him despite knowing there's nowhere in the world you could go without him finding you.

Slowly, Mystery raises a hand towards you, enjoying your half-hearted attempt at shaking him off, pretending to bite the air near him.

And then he pinches your nose. "Cute."

After that, he leaves. You'll come around when you feel like it.

BABY

"You went too far this time, there was no need to get so personal back there."

"That's the entire point of dissing someone, duh. So, was it good? Did you like it?" Baby kicks his feet, hands cupping his cheeks to make himself look as innocent as possible. "I didn't know I could rhyme that many words with 'cunt' but it was soooo fun! Right, right?"

"Baby!"

Tsk. Guess it's the hard way today. That cute expression quickly turns into a scowl and he makes a bee-line for the fridge, if only to find something to drink and distract himself with.

He blows bubbles into the silly straw, sulking in the kitchen. "What? They got what they deserved. What kind of idiot would challenge me to a rap battle if they can't take the heat? Hellooooo, it's Baby Saja we're talking about."

"But it was a friendly thing, you turned it into a massacre for no reason."

"Heh," he knows he shouldn't, but he snickers to himself anyway. "Guess I did, huh? What, do you wanna have a go in their place?"

This is how Baby likes to play, to earn a reaction and entertain himself if only for a little--but you always know better than to play into his shenanigans. And you also know how to get a message through his thick skull, something that continues to astonish him to this day.

Baby continues to sip away on his drink as you busy yourself, fully believing himself to be the victor of this round. But dread starts to make its presence known deep in his chest as he sees you slowly gathering your things--this isn't how things usually go, you always stay the night at his place to keep him company, watching horrible romcoms, eating snacks and falling asleep at 5 a.m.

So why were you leaving?

"Hey, hey. Woaaah! Are you really going to ditch me because I got a little mean to some rando? That's so unfair." The look you give him is enough for his act to crumble, and Baby groans dramatically before hurrying to your side, tugging onto the hem of your sleeves. "Stay here! Pleeeeeeaase? I'll behave next time!"

It doesn't work; you pinch his cheeks and pull, stretching them like mochi. Your voice is stern, even after you let go. "You're old enough to know that what you have to say is 'sorry,' Baby. But if you want to beg for forgiveness, you'll have to try a little harder than that."

Shit. So much for being unfair, the tone of your voice and that look in your eye are more than enough to get all the thoughts in his mind twisted up--Baby hates when you don't indulge him, but even he has to admit that he loves that stubborn streak in you.

"What? Cat got your tongue? I know you well enough by now, there's no way you have nothing to say."

You never waver, meeting his eyes with the same intensity, running a hand through your hair. Baby's mouth turns into a fine line, followed by a pout. If he says anything right now, he'll most likely end up digging his own grave. You look SUPER hot right now, is that good enough to make up and get you to stay? Something like that would most likely earn him the silent treatment for a week.

"Sssssssorry ..."

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it--"

"...for being soooo damn good at my job. Like it's my fault?"

"I'll see you tomorrow Baby."

"Aw, c'mon!"

[justyoureverydaytwstsimp]

Awww this is so sweet!! @tillichan you are so sweet and endearing, and your texts are quite nice too!!

To my dear @amsterimss, I love our talks and you are so amazing and I love your OCs and you got me into so many new hyperfixations and I love you, my platonic wife

To my dear @ayuni1106, who's always up for a chat and has amazing OCs and writing, and who is fun to hang out with overall. Love you, bbg!! Thanks for being my very good friend.

To my dear @ducksido who is one of the best twst writers I know and whose writings have always captivated me and who I only now realized followed me back OH MY GOSH WE'RE MUTUALS?? HI!! YOU'RE LIKE SO AWESOME.

To my dear @kaweeella, whose random asks always put a smile on my face. Like seriously. Seeing you in the middle of so many scams and spams makes my day so much better.

To my dear @biromanticboba, who was one of my first mutuals in tumblr and whose reblogs all look very cool. Dang your account is cool, man. Hamlet in DND is cool.

To my dear @winterillustrates, who is my dear writer friend. How are you, dearie? I hope life's been treating you well. I'd love to talk to you more, once i'm done with my current writing projects.

To my dear @seeleleech, who taught me the joy of texting friends in tumblr. Speaking to you was fun, but because of my own insecurities, I ended up pushing you away and ghosting you, which wasn't fair to you at all. I'm sorry. You were awesome, dude. Your Twst OCs were awesome too.

To my dear @astraydestiny whom I miss dearly. My closest online friend. I'm so glad for all the times we shared together, my sister in everything but blood.

To my dear @techno-danger, who was a very fun moot and I hope your plans go well and you become ++Financially Responsible++. Good luck!!

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[gothamite-rambler]

Jason Todd entered the gas station in the middle of a robbery. One customer was on the ground, clutching a gunshot wound to his stomach. A little girl was sobbing in fear, the cashier was nervously stuffing money into a bag, and the gunmen was pacing and panicking.

Gunman: It wasn’t supposed to go this way! I just wanted the money and to leave! It’s your fault for screaming!

The gunman aimed the gun at the young girl, making her freeze in horror.

Gunman: I wanna die. I wanna die!

Jason: I think you should.

Gunman (turning to Jason): What?

Jason: You’re of no use to society. You’ll waste innocent taxpayer dollars, abuse the weak legal system, and enter a cowardly plea of insanity to a morally bankrupt defense attorney. For what?

While Jason waited for a response, the young girl took a few steps to the side, away from the barrel of the gun, already pulling out her phone and recording the tense standoff.

Jason: Nothing to say? I figured. Oh, and once you're incarcerated, you'll cost taxpayers around 47 thousand dollars a year. So, you know what, make sure you point the barrel of the gun to the back of your throat.

Gunman (aiming the gun at Jason): I think I just changed my mind.

Jason (already drawing his gun): That is so not an option.

Jason shot the gunman once in the shoulder, then aimed for his head, causing the man to fall to the ground dead. The young girl gasped, slightly terrified, but that fear was pushed aside by relief at being saved.

Wounded man: That was... an awesome speech. I’m losing a lot of blood, but solid speech and shot, though.

Jason: Thanks. You can post that video, kid. Are you okay?

Little girl: Traumatized, but that’s Gotham for you, right? On my tenth birthday, I saw the Joker launch a weather balloon filled with wasps... that was not a fun day.

Jason: Usually isn’t when he’s escaped. Anyway, I need smokes. Do you have Newports?

Cashier: Uh, sure. You have to stay here and talk to the police, though. I’ll vouch for you, but I don’t want to be blamed for this guy’s death.

Jason: That’s fine.

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Night Talk in the Avengers Tower

Featuring: Bucky Barnes x Friend!Reader

Summary: After the meeting, Bucky plans something with an ally

The newly reconstructed Avengers Tower stood tall against the evening skyline, its glass windows reflecting the city lights like stars scattered across the horizon. Inside one of the bedrooms, you sat comfortably, gazing out at the breathtaking view. Beside them, Bucky Barnes leaned against the window frame, his vibranium arm resting on the ledge. The soft melody of Lighthouse by G.R.L. played in the background, filling the room with a soothing ambiance.

"You know, Bucky," you said, turning to him with a grin, "that plan you made was electrifyingly awesome. This should be part of the English dub of Voltes V: Legacy."

Bucky chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, I knew that was gonna happen. Besides, who would say that Chris Pratt, Bradley Cooper, Dave Bautista, Vin Diesel, and Zoë Saldaña should sing the English rendition of The Song of Voltes V?"

You raised an eyebrow. "With alto vocals?"

Bucky laughed, the sound deep and warm. "Exactly! I would love to see them do that!"

You giggled. "Yeah, this will be fun."

Bucky's expression shifted slightly, his gaze becoming more serious. "But before we discuss that, there is something I should tell you."

You tilted your head. "What?"

Bucky sighed, running a hand through his hair. "The thing is... some people say that I should retire after Phase 6 of the Marvel Cinematic Universe."

Your eyes widened in shock. "What? No! Why would they say that? You and the other six characters should never do that, even after Phase 6! I still have you, Bucky."

As if sensing the tension, Alpine, Bucky’s beloved white cat, hopped onto his lap and cuddled against him, her soft fur brushing against his arm.

"Look," you said, smiling gently, "even Alpine doesn't want you to retire. She still has you."

Bucky looked down at Alpine, his eyebrows slowly shifting into a sad shape. The cat let out a soft "mrr," pressing her head against his hand.

He sighed, gently patting Alpine. "You know, you're right. I shouldn't retire along with the other six characters, even after Phase 6. You can imagine me as an ultimate survivor, along with Loki Laufeyson. I hope his brother Thor Odinson will be happy."

You smiled warmly. "I hope he will. So, are we going back to discussing our top plan?"

Bucky smirked. "Well, I guess so."

And so, you and Bucky, along with Alpine curled up beside them, resumed their discussion about Voltes V: Legacy.

"About your question earlier," you said, tapping your fingers against the table, "I'd say it's a yes. Chris Pratt, Bradley Cooper, Dave Bautista, Vin Diesel, and Zoë Saldaña should really sing the full version of the English rendition of The Song of Voltes V with alto vocals."

Bucky nodded. "Yeah, except we need a key pitch. In the English dub version of the Voltes V anime, the key pitch is different—it's B♭ minor. So, if we're going to plan the English dub version of Voltes V: Legacy, we need to make sure that the opening theme song, The Song of Voltes V, is in C minor."

"Exactly," you agreed. "But for the ending song in the English dub version of the Voltes V anime, I Want Father, the key pitch is the same as the original Japanese dub, which is C major."

Bucky grinned. "Yeah, I'm glad you recognized the key pitches."

Alpine wagged her tail on Bucky's lap, purring contentedly.

You chuckled. "I think Alpine wants us to have dinner with the Thunderbolts." You turned to Bucky. "What do you say?"

Bucky stretched his arms, letting out a small yawn. "I say yes, I'm getting hungry. But I need someone to feed Alpine."

With their plan for Voltes V: Legacy complete, the two left Avengers Tower, heading toward their dinner with the Thunderbolts. Well, except Alpine—she would be fed by someone for the time being.

As they walked side by side, Bucky glanced at you, a small smile playing on his lips.

"You know," he said, "I think this whole Voltes V plan is just the beginning."

You grinned. "Oh, definitely. We have a lot more to plan."

And with that, the night continued, filled with laughter, good food, and the promise of more adventures to come.

[idkhow-ks]

Raw 6/23/25 — post show thoughts

Warning for anyone who needs it: this gets political and touches on what is currently happening in the Middle East. I've kept it to the end so if you still want to read my funny wrestling thoughts and avoid the serious stuff just stop at the Cody vs Jey section.

Seth Rollins opens the show, Breakker vs Penta

I don’t know how much it came across on tv but in the arena Rollins was getting a lot of boos and there wasn’t a lot of singing his song happening which I’m happy to see as he is trying to be a big bad heel.

Has Bronson Reed said anything since returning and joining Seth? I see no logic in him taking on this role.

Penta and Breakker put together a really good match with some unexpected spots. Both guys are super over too.

In fact, along with the CM Punk chants there was a lot of…. Woofing I guess? People love Bron.

The midair spear looked super awesome in person.

Goldberg video

Not much to say here. I don't think the title should be on the line for this match but WWE's current reliance on titles for matches is a topic for another day.

Queen of the Ring Semifinal – Cargill vs Perez

I'm not a fan of Jade. I think she relies solely on being 'stronger' than everyone else and that doesn't make for great matches.

Perez is gold. She sells so well, her in-ring psychology is always top notch, and she can pull off some impressive moves for her small stature.

I should probably add another warning here because I'm going to talk about shitty men for a second.

If you are a man and you are going to a live pro wrestling event please know that there are women there that can hear you when you talk about how nice the asses are of all the female wrestlers. I'm not saying that you can't appreciate their bodies. You can, they're stunning, I agree with you on that. But when that's the only commentary you have during women's matches when you're super invested in the wrestling of the men's matches it feels gross.

And if your response to reading that is to say it's not all men and I probably just sat behind some dickheads. I have been to a lot of wrestling shows. I've heard stuff like this at every single one. I just want those guys to know that people can hear them and I at least am judging them accordingly and do not feel safe with them in attendance.

Gunther promo

On a lighter note: I love Gunther!

That promo slapped. No notes.

My personal Main Event – Bayley vs Lynch

Glad that Becky was getting appropriately boo'd.

This definitely took a bit to get going but they were really putting something awesome together.

The buried-under-chairs spot was cool.

Lyra coming in to dig Bayley out was the right spot for her to interfere.

I liked that Lyra didn't bite on Becky's taunting on the ring apron and that Bayley got there before Becky could force a DQ.

But then of course they had Lyra take that baseball slide and even though Bayley and Becky were putting on a clinic after that point they had Lyra kill it all because she just couldn't possibly take a baseball slide from Lynch and let it go. Oh no no no. She had to get back at Lynch right there in the middle of a stellar match.

I don't know if this lived up to all my self-imposed hype but it was definitely building in that direction! Until the ending!

But at least the forthcoming triple threat at Evolution will be a banger ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Rodriguez calls out Ripley

This definitely felt like filler.

Gross men warning again.

Rhea continues to be the most over person in the company.

It doesn't feel like such a good thing when you see all the men standing up during this whole segment and filming closeups of her.

Rhea has agency and she obviously feels great about her image and is doing this all of her own free will and I would never say that she should change that. She can do whatever she wants. I agree that she's hot as hell and I like looking at her. But men don't know how to behave in respectful ways a lot of the time and it's not fun being a femme presenting person at shows and watching this all happen. You can enjoy her without making it so fucking obvious that you just want to fuck her and don't care about anything else.

King of the Ring Semifinal – Rhodes vs Uso

Here is where this recap/review is going to take a turn.

The build to Night of Champions I think is my breaking point for WWE at this moment.

I don't know how to best put this into words so this might come off as just word vomit but I'm happy to clarify or discuss specific statements if anyone wants or needs that.

WWE getting into partnership with Saudi Arabia was bad enough, WWE making up whole new 'Titles' to wrestle for and then display in Saudi Arabia was bad enough. WWE taking a ring canvas sponsorship from Saudi Arabia was bad enough.

All of those things made me incredible uncomfortable and sad. The House of Saud is a criminal organization that has buckets of blood on their hands. And WWE is playing into their continued Sports Washing.

But going to Raw tonight and seeing them advertise the Cena vs Punk match and then the Rhodes vs Orton match and then seeing the already edited graphic for Asuka vs Cargill where Jade is fully covered. It just broke me y'all.

Knowing that Iran has already bombed US bases in Qatar and that the biggest US presence in the Middle East is in Saudi Arabia was just the icing on top of the already shit-filled situation.

This next bit is probably going to come across as 'missing the point man' but it is how I'm feeling in this moment.

Sports (and live events in general) are incredibly powerful. They can be a massive force for good but under capitalism they are most often a massive force for bad.

And the specific reason this broke me over all the other Saudi shows is because Orton vs Rhodes and Cena vs Punk are generational matches. They are culminations of decades long stories and they should be played out as such.

These are Mania matches. These are SummerSlam matches. These are Chicago and Boston matches. These are fan dream matches.

But instead of taking these once in a lifetime stories and putting them on a show where the most diverse and wide audience has a chance to witness them, WWE took– what I can only assume is a metric shit ton of– money from criminals and tyrants to stage these matches in a dangerous location where the average WWE fan can not attend.

It feels so disrespectful and dismissive of the fans. It feels so grubby and dirty. It feels like such a waste.

I have a whole other part of this rant about Punk specifically but that's probably best left for another day.

To round this all out I'll say this, I won't be watching Smackdown on Friday or Night of Champions on Saturday or Raw on Monday. I can't in good conscience support in even the most tacit of ways the partnership between WWE and Saudi Arabia. I regret going to Raw tonight which is something I never thought I would say.

I'm still a wrestling fan and I will still be here talking about wrestling and making my silly Chris Sabin cosplay and my satanic G.O.A.T sacrifice fan art but not for this week, not for these shows.

If anyone reads this far, thank you. I take sports and the intersection of sports, culture, and politics very seriously. I did my thesis on this topic. So if you have any questions or want to have a good faith conversation about this I'm here and willing.

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Kissing every single one of u in the head

[venusiinfurss]

hate when someone brings up generative ai at the function and i have to bite my tongue and hide what a crazy bitch i really am

[caricature-of-a-witch]

does anyone want to volunteer to be my pen pal so I have a good reason to use the amazing letter paper I got from @bitchlingwitchling

you benefit by getting letters in terrible handwriting on hella cool paper pretentiously written on with a feather quill and sealed as prettily as I can manage (which isn't very). ideally within Europe for money reasons but I'm at least semi serious about this and willing to pay for postage at least occasionally so like. actually do message me if you'd also be semi serious

[kalosian-woods]

clemont post-crisis really needs to be studied. but like also, so does everyone in kalos. clemont specifically i can see being really paranoid, cause even after taking back his gym and getting his invention and gym team back, it was taken away from him, right under his nose, the result being him losing his gym and soon, the city of light will fall with it.

so i can totally get why clemont would be really paranoid and overly cautious and prepared. but like geez man, this kid's rivals are full grown adults who just wish they could be as smart as him so they don't have to work, like wow.

the episode in general is so messed up in so many different levels, he was kidnapped, almost got mind controlled and after xerosic was put to jail, he immediately brushed it off like "okay! lets get back home now guys! :D" but like... what if we don't clemont. what if we talk about it. time to face another one of your fears-- addressing your feelings. your emotions. your thoughts.

(also not too mention, what happened to his gym team when team flare was taking over the tower??? did they get captured?? were they with clembot?? even then were they okay when clembot got destroyed? WHAT HAPPENED???)

-⚡ (yeah! i might talk about the other characters, mostly the gym leaders, elite 4, professor and his team, etc! i really like the pokemon league... especially the electric type leaders, they're so silly. from surge to volkner, to elesa, to clemont, to iono, we have such a wild variety of them.)

It's definitely the thing where everyone was affected by the Crisis in some way, but some had more of a role to play and thus took a harder hit with the whole situation (or at least should've). Clemont could've been semi-okay bar the fact that, y'know, Clembot as we knew it died (and also losing the Gym again), but then that episode had to happen and I'm at a loss. What did he do to deserve getting kidnapped after the whole ordeal??? I love how it's not even Ash going through the reprecussions because of Greninja/just being that OP or even Bonnie for having a connection with Zygarde, no, Xerosic felt so horrible about getting beat by a child back at a building he stole from said child so he felt the need to just control him instead. His priorities lol... (But even so, the fact that his whole Gym got taken away was probably one of the worst nightmares to him. He had so much trouble taking it back from a rouge invention and now it's happening again but the world is falling to pieces as well. Because of the device that is in his own Gym. The accountability he must've felt for it, undeserved as it was, must be crazy. If he wasn't already oerly-prepared before, you can bet your socks he's got an invention for every possible bad thing under the sun after the Crisis lol.)

But even with Clemont, he really did just brush it off so casually and that makes me even more worried, if that's even possible. He's so blase about everything that was happening around that fact. Weird man I met once (1) before in my life literally stealing me alongside a part of a Legendary Pokemon?? I'll just ask what's his buisiness and use my highly-specific anti-measure against his device that will cause me unimaginable amounts of pain. Same weird man who tried to control me trying to jump off the plane (in which who is steering this thing??)? Nah, I'll catch him and tell him to repent. Like I'm with Xerosic with this one, what is actually giving you your strength ability to move on so easily?? They watch that guy go to jail so casually lmao. And I get that the whole Squishy + Greninja thing happened right after, but was no one going to talk about it?? No??

I think, in a way, being controlled like that really parallels what happened with Clembot in the Crisis. The body is still there, but the memories, the feelings and decisions that can arise from that, can't be drawn from anymore. You are not you anymore. Xerosic aims to puppeteer him fully, denying him of any autonomy, and it's also so similar suto how Clemont sort of carried himself around before at the start too. He thought that he couldn't do both Gym stuff and being an inventor at the same time. He made an invention that looks like him to carry out the Gym Leader role of him (and now Xerosic wants to make him a tireless inventor at his beck and call). Clemont initially was very closed off and wasn't as interactive, and throughout this journey he had learnt to live as boldly as he ever could. And now, after everything that has ever happened, he was faced with the terrifying ordeal of losing that all over again. I think, maybe, he doesn't want to confront that reality, that he could've lost all of his freedom and his own autonomy and having to go through that alone, at that. There is no physical proof, after all. He does not 'have' to face it fully. The problem is solved, and so, to him, there is no use thinking about it. Not when the rest of Lumiose is still under heavy construction and he needs to be the beacon of hope and standing tall (just like Prism Tower, just like a Gym Leader would, just like everyone would expect from the inventor lighting up the world).

About his Gym Team, we do see Heliolisk with Clembot in the crisis, so I presume they're just always?? With Clembot?? Tbh the anime absolutely ignores the heck out of them at all times and I don't think we even see the Mags after the Gym Takeback (okay I checked the only other time is 'Battling With A Clean Slate'... yeah). But nooo, you've got me thinking about the death arghhh I would hope that the Pokeballs are durable, and also I am of the firm belief that Clembot would've at least tried to protect them to his very last moments. In the anime proper they're probably just all with Clembot for infinity times forever, which I guess isn't a terrible fate but also yeah. Sad. At least they're alive though???

[le-velo-pour-dru]

Thank you to the iDKHOW fans on here who are still my friends btw!!!! ^^ 🩷 You guys really mean a lot to me, I really appreciate you guys for sticking around :3 💖

[normalcannibalism]

i feel weird and self conscious about my art again. sigh

the entire post ended up in thw tags ohb my god

[a1sart]

i love fan iterations of tmnt <3 please show me the things you would love to explore in tmnt but will never be explored by official tmnt for whatever reason <3 they are wonderful creative projects taken on by people filled with so much passion for something they love <3 tmnt fan iterations my beloved <3

[myblacknightworld]

So not only am I rereading the acotar series, I'm also rereading a lot of shoujo mangas I haven't read in years. Why? Who the fuck knows, maybe I need some romance in my life.

[plushette]

sleepy. I eep now and return to angeltism in the morning. obviously I might be back here someday considering the eden normalness is probably going absolutely nowhere. I wonder if this is the start of me getting post limited consistently 😭

[cherrieguroo]

other ask games are too sexual or romantic and i dont like that so im making my own, bitch

🫂 - i wanna hug you

🧠- i love hearing you talk. you should ramble to me more often

🫀- i love you in a deeply concerning platonic way

💿- i wanna listen to music with you in a treehouse in a summer night

🌷- i wanna shittalk people with you and just be haters together. it would be fun

🪻- you are so so cool and awesome oh my god

🌻- im proud of you

🍄- you didn't deserve what happened to you

🌵- you could stab me and i wouldnt mind as long as its you

💧- you are an important presence in my life

🍬- id go to a candy store with you and steal all the candy

🕹️- i wanna go to an arcade with you

🕰️- ill love you until the end of time, dear friend

🥊- id beat someone up with you

🌑- you worry me sometimes. just remember im here if you ever wanna talk about anything <2

♟️- you, me, board games.

🍁- im so glad you're my friend

🐚- our souls are linked in ways i cant put to words