#also fixed their fire to be less ugly

[mintyjinx]

Another Wall Mounted Landline Telephone (+ Fire Sprinkler box)

Okay, in all seriousness; the “Fire Prevention System Utility Panel” / the sprinkler box is a real eyesore. Because EA didn't consider the fact that people have aesthetic standards and due to how revolting the fire box looks; people go out of their way to HIDE it in their builds!

That’s why I made this item which looks more like a telephone and is inspired by The earlier Sims’ games’ burglar alarms and real life security systems.

I also made a second decorative version that functions as a very dim light source. You can have both files in-game at the same time

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This download has 2 files: 📞 File number 1: Utility System/Fire Sprinkler box  Functions as an alternative to the in-game fire sprinkler box. This is not a default replacement.

Picture provided at the end of the post for size comparison as well. The new alarm is a bit smaller and less of an eyesore. 😅 📞 File number 2: Wall-Lamp This is only decorative. Produces a dim light.

You CAN have both files-in game at the same time.

Both come with Custom Catalog Thumbnails for further clarity 

7 swatches (all swatches are different variations of black, white and gray)

Both files are Compatible with each other (meaning: you can have both files in game at the same time)

Both files are base game compatible

Comes with 3 slots to place small items on top of the telephone

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Background/Personal Notes: What inspired this object is The Sims 2 in general with its security system against burglars and its old-school telephones (Gotta appreciate the nostalgia!) BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY: the main reason i created this telephone as an alternative is THE GOD AWFUL FIRE SPRINKILER BOX! IT’S SO HIDEOUS! So I started off making this purely as a second option for the Sprinkelr box but soon decided to also make a lamp. LIKE, I TOOK PERSONAL OFFENSE TO HOW UGLY THE SPRIMKLER IS. Also, i currently can't spell the word sprinklier because I’m pissed off and NO i won't fix my spelling because i’m javing a moment. 😅

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THE SWEET FAR THING — SNIPPET

Knight!Kyojuro x Princess!Reader • Royal AU

A/N: yes, there’s going to be smut, but there’s also going to be angst (because who am I if not the connoisseur of angsty romance?)

“Do you think this is easy for me?” Rengoku exploded, whipping around to face you. The fire in his eyes could have burned you alive, could have reduced the magnificent castle around you to ash. “Do you think it does not tear me apart to know that you are meant for another?”

Rengoku swore violently, his outburst making you flinch.

“That I cannot have you the way I desire — and I do not mean merely taking you to bed,” the knight’s anguish was palpable as he gripped at fistfuls of his hair. “I mean that I cannot claim you as mine for the world to see; I cannot kiss you. I cannot marry you. I cannot love you.”

Once, his admission — his confession — of his true feelings for you would have made your heart soar. That he would’ve wanted you as ardently as you’d longed for him would have soothed the inferno raging with your heart; tamed it to a steady, tender flame that burned for him and him alone.

Now, you only felt cold.

“And yet you’ve still taken liberties with me,” you fixed your gaze upon the stone behind his head, unable to bear witness to the way he visibly deflated. “You have touched me and tasted me with abandon.”

Even the cadence of your voice felt foreign. “Some would even argue you’ve compromised my virtue.”

It did not matter if he’d revealed the depth of his feelings for you; the earnestness of his confession was poisoned by his own actions — by his disregard for you in favor of his own selfish wants.

Rengoku dropped his head in shame. “I know.”

Your accusation had been made in earnest, and yet you recoiled all the same from the ugly stab of his words.

It would’ve hurt less if he’d hit you.

An uncomfortable silence hung heavy in the air until the knight roughly cleared his throat.

“And that is why I am to join the Hashira — why I am to leave the castle by the next full moon.”

Your lungs constricted harshly, your breath eking out of you in a pitiful, strangled wheeze. “Y-you’re —?”

His pained expression was a sure mirror of your own. “I cannot do it, Y/N,” he said roughly, not bothering with the formality of your title. “I cannot sit back and watch as you’re married off to another.”

The skin of his knuckles turned white as the knight balled his fists. “It is tradition that the Guards of both parties attend the consummation — to confirm the marriage is valid.”

Rengoku’s eyes screwed tightly shut, and his head turned stiffly to the side, as though he could avoid facing the ugly truth of it all. He exhaled harshly, a muscle ticking in his jaw as he worked to open his eyes once more.

“You cannot ask me to bear witness to that.”

And yet, he was asking you to endure life as a caged bird without even the hope to dream of flight; of him.

“If you leave, I will have nothing left,” you whispered, eyes wide and unblinking. “I will have no reason to continue on; nothing worth living for.”

Rengoku’s attention snapped to you in alarm. In a flash, he’d closed the distance between you, his hands locking around your shoulders, fingers digging uncomfortably — urgently — into your skin.

“Don’t,” he warned, voice low and full of anger. “Don’t ever say that. Don’t you dare even think it, not even for a moment.”

[thesuperiorgenshinaddict]

Vox N$FW Alphabet

AN: yeah i never thought i would actually post on tumblr but boom here i am. sorry for shitty layout because i just want to pump my hcs out and get it done w/ kekw also i think i made him a bit more of an asshole than ppl usually do so sorrryyy maybe idk Pairing: Vox x GN! Reader Warnings: Sexual content, Top! Vox, Mild degradation, not sure what else idk A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Lets be honest, this dude would NOT do aftercare whatsoever. He'll just go take a shower or something (yes he's waterproof if you say otherwise you're wrong L + Ratio) and when you blankly stare at him like 'wtf bro' this dude will not catch on until you straight up tell him to help you out. Once you successfully got the dude to consistently do aftercare, he'll get you a towel and clean you up and shit.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) This man is a raging narcissist. Probably looks in the mirror, fixes his ugly ass bowtie and does twelve different practiced poses every morning to make sure the public knows he's fucking sexy. He probably loves every part of him besides his side profile, or maybe he would like it because it's 'sleek, modern, state of the art' or some technology bullshit. Loves his claws though. He'd probably be really into ass. Thighs too, but slightly less. I have no clue why but I am convinced he fucking loves legs and all of that. I think he'd like your expression too, mainly because he feels like a god knowing that he makes you feel like that. Don't do mirror sex if you want him to focus on you though, because he's looking at himself more than he's looking at you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) It glows blue. Same shade as his claws and is electric. Don't put it next to fire, it'll burn the fuckin' tower down. Tastes mildly salty and has the same effect as pineapples where it feels like it's biting back. For body parts he likes to cum on, he probably would do it literally anywhere. Inside, on the stomach, on your face, ANYWHERE. Maybe not bukkake because he doesn't want it to get too messy and have to clean it up, that's too much work for a quick jizz.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Secretly finds you attractive romantically. Is it even a dirty secret? He'd just be too scared to do anything besides flirting and sex and shit for a long time. Maybe appeal to him enough and he'll take you on a completely romantic and sweet date that doesn't involve him blowing your back out afterwards. Christ, why the fuck is that somehow more appealing than having a one-nighter with him? Maybe I'm tweaking. Ignore this if you want. Go on and live your life with sweet husband Voxxy dookers buddy, I'm not judging too hard. Probably.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Pretty experienced. Unless you have some wild ass kink, chances are, he's probably smooth as fuck with it. Go wild.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Mating press. I originally thought I was just biased as fuck since I love the whole thought of mating press and shit, but apparently a good amount of people agree with me. He probably loves being close to you and mating press lets him fuck your brains out. Wants to be as deep as physically possible in you, and you're vulnerable to him and he's looooving it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Definitely is leaning on the more serious side. If he's joking around, it wouldn't be in a 'haha funny' way, it'd be more of a condescending way where he's making fun of how pathetic you are. Or horny, or something along the lines of that. I feel like he'd do makeup sex, so if that's the case, I can assure you he is not cracking jokes. Maybe cracking your legs apart though. Fuck, that wasn't funny.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) No hair. No hair. No hair. No hair. No hair. No hair. No hair. No hair. No hair. No hair. No hair. He wouldn't grow hair there. Uh. Anyway, I don't want to have so little shit written here, so when he was alive, he probably was pretty well taken care of down there. I think a bit more hair than trimmed, but not the whole ass Amazon forest, ya get what I mean? Why the fuck did I say that? Okay. Regardless, I think of him being like dark brown hair when he was alive. Probably was a few shades darker on his dicky wicky cocky okay seriously I have to stop wtf

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) He'd be physically close to you, but if you're a one night stand, expect NOTHING emotional from him. Nada. Nothin'. On the other hand, if he was dating you or married or whatever your delusional ahh comes up with, he'd be just hardcore fucking you with a ton of horny ass compliments, but you'd be able to look into his eyes and just kinda tell he really loves you past all that horndog shit. Not really intimate sex for the most part imo, but if the both of you guys are in a shitty mood and it's not hate sex, he might say a few really sweet compliments and all that jazz. Fuuuuckkk I read that and he sounds kinda assholey (he is one though cope seethe /j don't get mad at me pwease) so if you're upset I half meant that in the 'he won't be bawling his eyes out during sex out of sheer love' way. Boom

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) He has cameras everywhere in Hell. Did you even think of the mere possibility that he's not jerking that shit constantly? Kidding. I feel like he'd be busy working a lot, but if you're not there to help him out after work and shit, he'd jerk it. Maybe a few times a week normally. If he had time and he was lonely though... Bro's going ham on his poor footlong. He has a lot of videos and whatever to look at. I think he'd thrive just off his imagination too.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Dry humping (receiving), Mild degradation (giving), Voyeurism, Shock play (giving, duh), Hypnosis (gee i sure wonder if it's giving or receiving woahhhhh /s), Power dynamic, I definitely have a lot more but it depends heavily on your relationship to him :p

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Desk. Now. Besides that though, he's probably fine with a lot of places. I feel like he'd be somewhat against public or semi-public sex because it could make his reputation worse, but anywhere else is fine. His office isn't really risky because he knows when people are about to enter using his lil' cameras.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) A lot of things. Many, many things. For the most part though, if you tease him by wearing some revealing shit or acting like a bitch, he's getting a hard on.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Anything that puts him in a situation where he has little to no control. He's not willing to show that much vulnerability, no matter how well you know him. You can try domming, sure, but just know he has the full ability to do a 360.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Receiving. He'll occasionally do giving, but if you start calling him your submissive bitch or something, he'll spit and fucking leave. But regardless, he shoving his dick down your throat. Face-fucking is probably his favorite. Solid 6-7/10 in terms of skill, bonus points since his tongue is long.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Definitely rough like a good 90% of the time. The pace depends on his mood, but he'd go with medium to fast for the most part. Maybe slow if he magically has a break (That'll almost never happen. Poor dude loves his work so much, probably chronically online just because of how much time he has to spend with computers). Don't piss him off though, he doesn't have a speed cap on this type of shit. Random thing I wanted to add in, his typing speed is fucking insane. 300 something and higher when he's arguing on the internet. Would definitely participate in those arguments of who's the goat of sports or whatever. Also random flex but my typing speeds at like 200 wow I'm so cool everyone clap

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) He barely has time to do anything, so quickies a lot of times end up being the only option he has to get off. Hella often. He enjoys an occasional slow sesh, but speedruns are his go-to.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Hell fucking yes. Always willing to try new shit out as long as it's not too risky. If it won't destroy his company, he's down for it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) This dude consumes more caffeine than humanely possible. He could probably go forever if it wasn't for his job, but he'd probably settle for 4~ rounds on a normal workday. If he's feeling excited though, expect more.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) Definitely owns quite a bit. Probably only his company's products though, he wouldn't want to support other businesses. I don't think he's one to use them all that often since he'll normally just call you over to suck his dick, but piss him off and he'll shove a dildo in you and leave for a few hours, just to see how long you'll last.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) He's such a brat. Taunts and makes fun of you constantly. Poor you, he loves to see you overstimulated and sobbing your eyes out.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) I feel like he wouldn't be that loud himself, definitely some breathy groans and shit, but on the other hand... If you're not loud enough, he'll make sure you're screaming out his name until he's satisfied. Maybe a little glitchy sounds. Before he comes, he probably becomes a little staticky.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) Willing to fuck you with his aux cords. Would find it fun as hell, especially he can shock you easier.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) I think some of you guys don't remember that this man is 7ft. If he was human, it'd probably be around 7 inches, but he's tall as fuck. Expect it to be 9 inches minimum and probably larger. Average girth with thick veins running down the side. Pretty sure I said a good amount about it earlier.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Insanely high because he's always pent-up while working. Gets hard from the slightest bit of teasing. I have no clue what to write, but I want to write more so he's the type to get hard when he's comfortable. Cuddle with him and he's probably hard just because he's feeling cozy and shit.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) He'd sleep a few minutes later, depending on how much he trusts you. If he doesn't trust you much, he's leaving to a different room. If he likes you though, he'd just go nighty-night. AN: hope you enjoyed thanks like and follow for more banger content /hj

[firelxdykatara]

Dragon Age 4 looks amazing, that gameplay trailer had me on the edge of my seat and I cannot fucking wait for the game to drop. Somewhat less enthused for the inevitable wave of fandom discourse that's gonna rear it's ugly head, especially given how BG3 went over, but whatever. (Also I hate that the name changed to 'The Veilguard', not just because 'Dreadwolf' was cool as fuck but the 'the' throws things off. DAV looks better as an acronym than DATV. But whatever whatever no one consulted ME on this, it's fine, I'm fine.)

It did make me start thinking about Solas again and how little nuance the fandom approached him with last time, and it's just funny because like... it's very easy to understand where Solas is coming from. How he sees what he is planning as necessary, as fixing an ancient wrong that he has always meant to put right.

Will people die? Yes, and he thinks that's unfortunate--and, according to him in the trailer, he took the precautions he could to minimize that loss of life as much as possible. But he's not doing any of this with the specific aim to kill people or 'do genocide'--that was never his goal.

He is trying to fix something that he broke countless ages ago.

As he says, 'the veil is a wound'--a wound that he ripped open in the very fabric of space and time, and which he is trying now to heal.

And the thing is, he is ancient. He does not conceive of time the way mortals do, nor the importance and significance of mortal lives. I would like to think that romanced solas vs unromanced will have some affect on the way he goes about things, because falling in love was entirely unexpected and had to alter his views at least a little. Not enough to sway him from his course, but perhaps enough to make him feel the coming losses more keenly than he otherwise would. But even failing that, the connections he made during Inquisition are clearly not nothing to him--Varric is able to draw his attention, keep him distracted, might even have been on the verge of talking him down, we don't know. But as easily as he shattered Bianca, he could've killed Varric to end the threat he posed, and he didn't.

Mortal lives mean something to him now that they didn't when he set out at the beginning of Inquisition to tear down the veil with no regard for the mortal lives he would destroy in the process. And I'm wondering if those very safeguards are what release the big bads when Rook fucks up his ritual and that leads into the rest of the game. But anyway, my point is this: Solas does not look at life the way someone with a mortal lifespan does. He can't! Modern Thedas is the burned out shell of a building that he once set fire to without realizing what the consequences would be--and he is determined to rebuild it, because no matter what life has sprung up in the cracks of the burned out husk, his original fault was destroying the life that had been there to begin with.

People don't tend to overly worry about the insects and birds nests and whatever else they might have to bulldoze through when it comes to tearing down some condemned structure and rebuilding in its place, and that's how Solas views the modern world of Thedas and the lives within it. And I get disagreeing with him and wanting to stop him at any cost, but I don't get assigning maliciousness or bloodthirst to his motivations when there's no reason to believe he sees this as anything less than a tragic necessity.

Then again, I think Anders was right too so, y'know. But one bomb lobbed into the fandom commonroom at a time lmao.

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✮ Needy very needy. 100% abandonment issues.

✮ Would jump into Fire for you.

✮ Makes cute Accessories and full-on Clothes for you. Wear them at least once a week or they will cry.

✮ Expects you to help with estrogen shots, of course they can do it themselves but it gives them a Silent reassurance that you completely accept them and they just love the intimacy.

✮ Help them with Dysphoria by doting on them and girly pet names. Spoil them with feminine clothes and accessories.

✮ Speaking of accessories they will wear everything you buy them. It could be the ugliest thing in the World and they still would wear it with pride.

✮ Always has a hand on you Whatever it's on your waist, around your shoulder, or holding your hand Mizuki needs to feel your touch. They're so affectionate. If they could climb into your skin to be closer they would.

✮ Loves kissing you. Whether it's a simple kiss on the Cheek or a full-on make-out session Mizuki loves it. Their favorite type of kisses is one on the neck. It's a sensitive area to touch and they love the reassurance that you trust them so much.

✮ Forces you to do their skincare routine together and consider it a good quality time. Buys those ugly animal face masks to laugh at you and take pictures of you two together. Puts it on their lock screen.

✮ Like to sit on your lap while doing their stuff for n25, it makes them less stressed. Sometimes they just abandons their work to cuddle in your lap.

✮ Speaking of n25 they know a lot about you because mizuki can't shut up about you, nonetheless, they are happy that mizuki found someone who will take care of them and help them with their mental health. Ena will take the longest to trust you but after some time seeing how Mizuki's mental health improved she will slowly start trusting you.

✮ You're also the reason Mizuki's Attendance will increase mainly just because they don't want to be separated from you but it doesn't matter as long they're attending.

✮ At first, Mizuki would be so scared to tell you about bullies worrying that you would also become their target. You need to talk with them about it and of course defend them.

✮ As you expected you are their safe space Mizuki trusts you completely almost blinded by love. Please be gentle with them, they need someone to stay with them through thick and thin.

✮ As much as they are affectionate Mizuki still faces insecurity. They believe that you deserve someone better or that they are dragging you down. Whatever Mizuki feels insecure they will try to distance themselves from you. Some reassurance and cuddles should fix them

✮ Possessive. Very possessive. Not on the toxic level but close. As I said earlier Mizuki believes that someone better than them can steal you away and with their insecurities that's a lot of people. They can't give you away when you're so good to them. Mizuki will get upset if someone interrupts your date even if it's in public they believe that they should spend this time with no one but themselves.

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[basicallyjaywalker]

Trying To Make Something Out of Clay

It only took me getting back at school to finish editing this! I am not kidding good grief

Anyways! At long last @cboffshore I deliver you: JAY! my specialty

Prompt: Jay, Look Who’s Inside Again by Bo Burnham, eagle, fastidious, pardon, clay, separation, earthquake, and protest

AO3 Link

Fic also under the cut!

Pottery classes wouldn’t have been Jay’s first idea for a birthday gift to himself, but he could never dodge his mother’s chipper voice in his head. 

Coupons! They’re like an excuse to do things. Always keep your eyes out for the real deals… From there, she’d go into a spiel about good versus bad deals, ones designed to make you spend money rather than save it, and eventually that would develop into discussions of unit prices and store brands and what-have-you about “mother’s know-how.” 

All that to say, when the coupon came in for “Free Pottery Lessons!” with the purchase of a starter pack, Jay knew how to calculate the value. Cost was the starter pack, lessons would cover all of the basics of pottery, he would be able to make more cool gifts for his friends and family… worth it. Plus, the studio said once he finished his lessons, he was still welcome to come back and use their equipment to mold and fire the clay. Plus plus, if he decided he didn’t like it, he could always use the clay and tools in the starter kit for another project. No matter what, there wasn’t a way to lose! His mom would be so proud. 

And that was how he ended up sitting in front of a clay-stained table, almost a month after his birthday, sculpting. Now Nya’s birthday was coming up and he was making her a seagull figurine. Unfortunately, they hadn’t gotten to the “figurine” part in his basics classes, so Jay was having to wing it with what he knew. However, what he knew seemed to be very lumpy and not very gull-like. 

He frowned, examining the vaguely bird-shaped lump of clay on the table. Its legs were short and thick, holding the uneven, bulbous body up off the table. Jay had thought he made wings, but they seemed to be lost within the sinking mass. The head was little more than a drooping oval, the end of which molded into the torso much too high up (or maybe this gull's neck was just in the middle of its spine). 

… Yeah, he couldn’t pass this off as a seagull. He could barely pass it off as a bird. Maybe he should just make Nya something else.

 Just as he reached to put his tools up, the studio door opened behind him and he spun around to see his teacher, Kat, in her clay stained apron.

“Ah, pardon me,” She smiled at him and raised her hand in a wave, it was stained reddish orange, “just grabbin’ somethin’ for my next group. Whatcha makin’?”

“Something for Nya,” Jay said, trying to shield the misshapen heap from her view. The light-up grin on Kat’s face told him he failed. 

“What a lovely turtle! I’m sure she’ll love it.”

“It’s supposed to be a seagull.”

“Oh.” 

Jay sighed. “Yeah, we’re not quite there yet.”

“Well,” she clapped her hands together, sending a few splatters of rust-colored clay flying, ”trust the process! It’ll turn out swell, I’m sure. Do you need a reference?”

“That might help,” was what he said out loud. What he thought was, I know what a seagull looks like. I don’t think looking at another one is going to help. Still, he managed to hold his tongue. As much as he liked Kat, some days, her teaching just bugged him. She always went on about “the process.” Trust the process! Everything looks bad until it’s done! Sometimes, it even looks bad after, it’s just the artist's way. 

As she left the room, Jay continued ruminating on that idea. Trust the process. He stared at the ugly lump on his table. He wasn’t sure “the process” could save this one. Still, he supposed giving it a try was better than giving up. 

Frowning, he tried to fix the head, adding some clay to make it rounder, more… sharp? Less like a turtle. A few globs there, a dab here, some shaping… hey! Now that was a seagull. The legs could use some carving, but they were sleeker now; he could actually make out the shape of wings in the blobby body, and the neck wasn’t coming out of the middle of the spine! Jay could almost envision the thing trying to steal his french fries on the beach, as long as he was squinting really, really hard. Slowly, he drew his hands away.

Immediately, the head drooped and detached from the rest of the body.

“Oh, come on!” Jay exclaimed just as Kat walked back in and interrupted what was about to be a long string of words about the clay, gravity, and the concept of seagulls in general. In her hands she cradled a majestic gull perched on a rock, caught mid-caw.

“This is from one of our old students. She left it here and never came back, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if you used it as reference.”

“Thanks.” Jay took the figurine and examined it. It was a simple shape, lots of round circles, and some small details for the wings and feet. It looked easy enough to make. Looked being the keyword. 

Kat looked at the self-decapitated bird and tilted her head. “Fix-it attempt gone horribly, horribly wrong?”

He nodded, pursing his lips. 

“You’ll get it,” she said, spirited as ever, “it just takes some time to master, y’know? New skills and all that.”

He nodded again. She’d told him the same thing during his first few lessons, when the teacup he tried to make for Master Wu ended up looking more like a soup bowl made by an avant-garde artiste. He knew she was right, it was just the way learning went, but it didn’t stop the nagging irritation he felt staring at the pathetic pile of muddy material in front of him. 

“I’ve gotta get my next class started, lemme know if you need anything else.”

One last nod and Kat was gone, leaving him alone again. Jay sat down and continued to stare at the distended body. He placed his new reference next to it and felt the minute bit of confidence that sprouted from his forming gull fly away. 

Maybe he could pass his off as a seagull that went through a tsunami or earthquake. Then again, that felt a little too morbid. Maybe a mutant seagull, left alive to propagate his species after a nuclear apocalypse wiped out the rest, save for him and the perfect specimen sat beside him, a symbol of a simpler time? 

No, that was too far-fetched. 

Sighing, Jay figured his best way out was to start from scratch. He pushed the majestic reference gull out of the blast radius before slamming his fist down on his failure. The wet clay gave easily under the force, body and head merging into one flat, knuckle-imprinted puddle. Jay knew it wasn’t necessary—and rather messy—to do it this way, but it allowed him some sort of catharsis. That alone made it worth the bit of splash onto his apron and face. 

Now, he could start again. 

His hands started to shape the clay, eyes focused on the reference as he tried to imitate the product in front of him. He didn’t need the rock, just the bird. That was enough of a change to keep it from being plagiarism, right? Could you plagiarize a clay sculpture?

As he worked, his mind wandered. Initially, it was just about the concept of plagiarism and if copying the reference counted. He was pretty sure he watched a video recently on that. Could one plagiarize an artstyle the same way they plagiarized research? Then it moved to the feeling of the clay. It squished under his hands like mud, but held like a sand castle. He used to build sand castles in his yard, when he was too young to help his parents build their various projects. His mom would give him a water bottle and tell him his job was to make a palace for the nearby ants to live in. Jay took his job very seriously, working fastidiously far after his parents went inside and even when Edna tried to call him in for dinner. He never truly mastered the art, despite various attempts to mimic the grandiose castles he saw in the storybooks his father used to lull him to sleep. His castles always ended up a solid mound. No doors, no windows, and definitely no rooms where the creatures nearby could rest. 

Well, that little memory didn’t bode well for this project. 

Jay clenched his jaw and forced himself to focus on the task at hand, but still his thoughts swirled about his head like a storm. He was good at so many things, how come castles and seagulls outsmarted him? He was an inventor, for First’s sake! Sure, he fell out of practice recently, but he’d done it his whole life! Surely no one loses skills that fast, right? All his years of practice should amount to something, should translate to making a clay bird? But wires and gears and cogs were so much different than clay. They were rigid, fixed. They fit together like pieces of a puzzle and always worked as intended. They were predictable. Clay wasn’t like that. It morphed not only under the weight of its creator’s hands, but under its own. Sometimes, it held its shape perfectly, strong like a tree in a storm. Other times, as Jay experienced over his time learning to sculpt pots and cups, it drooped or flattened or folded itself over like a cloud rolling over the horizon. Capricious, that’s the word he would use to describe it. Clay was capricious.

Okay, maybe inventing wasn’t his best comparison. He rifled through his skills toolbox again. An art form would serve better as a comparison. Painting? Paints could be difficult too. When he first started learning, driven by the small pieces his father used to make of the night sky, he hated it. The paints always turned to a muddy mess on his canvases, leading him to ruin more than one still-wet attempt by throwing it into the sand. He only got the hang of it after sitting down with his dad one day, both of them looking to capture a gorgeous eagle that landed in their junkyard. It was rare to see them in the Sea of Sands, as they preferred the shores of Ninjago more, but here this one was, perched on a pile of scrap his dad pulled out for a project the day before. At first, Jay didn’t understand why his dad had a sketchbook and pencil out or why he took a picture of the bird. Instead, Jay went straight to trying to capture its glossy feathers and curved beak, only to be vexed when the browns and whites he was using merged into one murky beige. He tried to fix it, but the problem only worsened until, with a yell, he scribbled over the whole thing in black. The commotion frightened the bird away, which only served to heighten Jay’s frustration. Great. Great! The bird was gone. Now he had to remember what it looked like to try and paint it again. 

That was when his father picked up his painting, examining the mess he made. He commented on how they would have to repurpose the canvas for something else and Jay felt a hot flush of shame hit his cheeks. He apologized for his outburst, but his dad just patted his head and sat with him. He explained how painting wasn’t just about putting paint on the canvas, but how you needed a sketch to start with so you could have an idea of how to make the picture by hand, how to plan your layers so your colors wouldn’t all mix, and how to control your brush so there were no stray bumps in the smooth lines. Jay still didn’t fully get it, but this time he actually finished the painting. It was rough, looking closer to a pigeon than an eagle, but it was dry and not covered in sand. His dad hung it up in their living room. 

Maybe Jay could draw on his painting skills. Paint was finicky, often felt like it had a mind of its own. Surely, there was something within this childhood memory that could help him out now?

Splat.

The noise roused Jay from his thoughts. In his daydreaming, he’d pulled the neck of the gull out too thin and the head—which was just a little bead at the end of the spaghetti string—now drooped on the table. 

Dammit. 

Jay squished the horror noodle back into the body and checked his watch. The place closed in an hour. He’d made no progress. His deadline wasn’t imminent (Nya’s birthday wasn’t for another few weeks) but it still weighed heavy on his mind. He wanted to get something done today, before Kat asked him to clean up. There was no telling when an attack on Ninjago might drag him away from this, swallowing his time and bringing the date closer and closer until he was forced to rush the project to completion.

Change of plans. He wasn’t good at sculpting, but he wasn’t willing to switch to painting. He was going to make the most of this studio and his work so far. He was good at engineering. He stared at the clay. This gull wasn’t a sculpture, it was a… a machine! Like Zane’s Falcon. Yeah, he could work with that.

First step of the process, separate the parts. Separation was easy, since the limbs of this bird seemed intent on breaking apart. There was the head, the wings, the feet, the torso… he could break those down further! The head had eyes, a beak, feathers on top? Little hairs? Whatever. The point was, he could break it down. He could maybe get somewhere with that.

What next? He had the parts, now he had to figure out how they fit together. The bird needed a base, otherwise its feet would be too small for its body (or alternatively, to support itself its feet would need to be comically large, which must’ve been why the original had a rock base). Then, the torso rested on the feet. The wings then melded to the torso, becoming almost part of it. The head was connected by the neck, which needed to be enough to set it apart from the body, but not too long and skinny that it would fall. That’s where his issue was. The first-forsaken neck. Solve that, he solved the whole thing.

Maybe he was a genius. Maybe he’d finally cracked the code! …Okay, maybe he already knew that was the problem, but breaking it down helped! The storm in his brain calmed and he could focus his attention on the task at hand: fixing this stupid bird before Kat—

“Hey, Jay!”

Are you kidding me?

Kat bounded over, her apron, arms, and even parts of her face stained orangish brown with clay. She grinned from ear to ear as she settled back into her spot across from Jay. “How’s it going?”

“Eh, fine. I’m just trying to figure out how to make the neck work.” He sighed and rolled his eyes. “I can’t figure out how to make it look like a neck, y’know? Like… How do birds even function? I know their necks aren’t super complicated, but it’s like I put the head on and it all goes splat!”

“Have you been using an armature?” 

“...what?” 

Kat burst into giggles. “You’ve not been using an armature this entire time? It’s what helps the clay keep its shape. You’ve been freeballing it?”

“I didn’t know!” Jay protested. This whole time he’d been missing a key part of the body—robotic, flesh, or clay—skeleton! Muscles! That’s why the stupid bird kept self-decapitating! It had no bones! How hadn’t I realized?!

Kat leaned over, examining the bird while Jay’s face cycled through shades of red. “Well, in that case, as an act of freestanding feathered figurine formation, you haven’t done a half bad job.” She held her hand out. “And if you can come back tomorrow, I’ll show you how to make a wire armature. Then, we can get you going on this project, for real this time. Deal?”

“I’ll try to make it.” Jay sighed and held his hand out, still covered in clay. “Deal.”

After a messy handshake, Jay washed, put away his tools, gathered his things, and left. The late afternoon sun hung lazily above the horizon, not ready to dip fully out of sight, leaving the sky a brilliant, cloudless azure. The golden light reflected off the lush zelkova trees that lined the sidewalk outside, turning the leaves chartreuse. Crickets chirped quietly at their feet and in their branches, warming up for their song later in the evening. Other than that, the streets were quiet. Warm rays hit his face and he sighed. In the distance, he could smell something cooking, maybe a barbecue in the residential area a few blocks over? His stomach growled. It really was time for him to head home.

Tomorrow, he’d come back and make an armature. Then, that stupid bird would finally come into form. 

All things considered, Jay figured he made good on that coupon. Free figurine lessons! And he didn’t even have to buy a second kit. Plus, something about working, letting his thoughts roam free… Jay wasn’t sure what it was, but he was excited to go back there soon, and there wasn’t much more to say about that.

[stuckinapril]

hi! a post u reblogged keeps coming back to me, (the one that starts: "there really are some people who never take accountability for their actions ... and you cant change that.") and idk i just wonder how you can tell if that's actually the case or if the other person really -does- deserve to devalue you/some part of you (not speaking of you directly here, lol) and pushing back against them makes -you- the manipulative one....

i keep feeling like saying "i am __ (insert whtv, like being trans, or changing how i look) and you can't change that" is something i shouldnt do out of respect/not copying others but idk! u seem way wiser than me people wise, so that's why i ask lol

feel free to ignore this sorry, i usually hate rambling in people's inboxes and won't in the future, but my brain feels like it's on fire a little lol

Hey babe 💕 I understand where you’re coming from. I’m interpreting your words very loosely here, in the sense that by “devaluing a part of you” you just mean someone does deserve to call you out for shitty behavior. Obviously no one actually deserves to devalue you, which is an entirely different concept from calling you out. I’m pretty sure that’s what you meant, but it’s a distinction I felt is necessary anyway bc some wording in this post is giving me people pleaser haha—and I was totally there at several points, so I get the resistance to embracing this idea.

The answer to your question comes down to self-awareness. I’ve been a self-aware person my whole life—and a people-pleasing one at that. I’ve never really had a problem copping to my mistakes; in fact, I did that so excessively that I would even find myself being “the bigger person” in situations I had no business being the bigger person in. I’d literally be walking all over my own self and dignity just to appease somebody else. I guess I’m just a person who started from 0 and had to go up in terms of self-confidence lmao, so my root problem was that I had to stop myself from going “this person deserves to put me down/paint me as the bad person” in situations where I was not the bad person. Obviously if you’re someone who’s starting from 100% and has to go down to 50% to meet someone in the middle, you have the opposite issue to mine. You have too much pride to apologize, you really struggle to hold yourself accountable, you will cut people off rather than just hash things out. I was never that person.

You kind of need to be extremely honest w yourself to discern which one you are, bc I’ve seen people who suffer too much ego and yet hide themselves behind these saccharine affirmations (“I’m just not for everyone” “I’m misunderstood” “I’m just I’m just I’m just”) but it’s a bandaid on the actual problem, which is a problem within themselves they need to address. They can’t admit that they have an “ugly” flaw, so they cope by self-victimizing instead. Self-victimization can also be a form of sanitization (“I wasn’t cruel to this person; they’re just too sensitive and they don’t get my sense of humor”), which is yet another way of making something you did more “socially digestible” as opposed to coming to terms w it for what it is: genuinely shitty behavior. Luckily I don’t think I’ve ever had that flaw. Like I have an ego just like every other human being, but I’d say it takes me way less than other people to get over it and own up.

I don’t wanna paint myself as a saint btw bc my people pleasing isn’t all rooted in selflessness. Obviously it has its own selfish aspects. It can stem from insecurity, it can stem from an inferiority complex, it can stem from wanting desperately to belong, and it can even stem wanting control. For instance, believing you’re the problem in every situation gives you a false sense of control over it (“if I could just fix my behavior, this problem would be fixed too; if the other person is the problem, then I can’t fix this problem, bc it’s harder to control this person than it is to control myself. Therefore it’s easier for me to be the problem so this can be resolved faster”). I’ve had to face the uglier sides of me head on, but it’s okay!! It’s literally okay. It’s okay to quietly work through this stuff. It’s okay not to be born perfect. I know we’re living in an age of extreme sanitization rn, but I assure you it’s okay to learn to live no matter what anyone says. I dislike it when people make it seem like these visceral issues of theirs are all just a byproduct of positive aspects (“I’m just too selfless” “im just too kind!”), bc while that can be partially true, it’s usually not the entire story. And that’s okay. It becomes a problem when you don’t actively work to change for the better.

As for your second paragraph, I’m not sure what the point is? If someone is trans and someone else isn’t respecting that, they’re well within their right to assert it. This is a pretty different scenario from the one I was mentioning in that post. Hope this helps elucidate things a little bit x

[expecto-kedavra]

The Healer pt. 4 (Final part)

Lol this is a lot more than the original ask but have fun 🤣

Pt. 3

Pt. 2

Pt. 1

warning: little bit of torture, grief, child abuse, dyin

"What? Why would she take Sebastian? And how did she even know we were here?" Imelda fired off. "I don't know..but it was her. I'm sure of it." My response was bitter. Officer Singer and I did NOT like each other. I always had a disdain for authority, but she was different. She was useless, and barely did her job. I thought back to last year, when Natty and I constantly provided her with enough evidence to take down Harlow and Rookwood. As Natty lay writhing in pain after she intercepted Harlow's Cruciatus curse, I walked up to Singer. "This is your fault." I had told her. I accompanied Professor Onai back to the castle. After that, I ignored Singer entirely. I always felt her eyes on me. "Where do we go? We need to find him!" Ominis was practically hyperventilating. I put my hand on his shoulder and breathed deeply, and he followed suit. I looked to Imelda, her brow furrowed as she thought. "Well, she'll probably avoid public places, especially those with Muggles." she paced back and forth. "It'd be somewhere concealed, but not obvious. But obvious enough to NOT be obvious." I looked at Ominis as we listened to her. He was clearly confused. "Where would that be? She could have taken him anywhere!" he said with a huff. "Which is what she would WANT us to think..." Detective Imelda continued. I thought desperately, looking around. Then I froze. "Imelda, you're a genius." I kissed her cheek. "Okay yeah, I know. But why?" she said. She followed my gaze and gasped. "It's perfect. Big Ben." The three of us stared at the massive clock tower. "Okay, it's worth a look." Ominis admitted. "But we can't just barge in." Very true. "I know! We'll blend in!" I said as I pushed my two friends into a nearby alley. I took out my wand, and transfigured our clothes into those of maintenance workers. "Brilliant!" Imelda said, beaming at her dirty and rugged uniform. Ominis was less happy about the change. As he came from a life of luxury, he'd never worn this sort of garb. Oh well. He'll get over it.

We walked into the Tower and made our way up the stairs, when a guard stopped us. "What do you kids think you're doing?" He said gruffly. He was quite ugly, with a broken nose and a terrible patchy blonde beard. "Here to check the gears." I said plainly. 'There's no record of any repairs needed." Patchy said his beady black eyes glinting as he looked between the three of us. "Well, we got a request from the supervisor of this place, said something is wrong with the inner workings." I retorted. I tried to mask my nervousness. "I'm the supervisor." He said, and took a step closer to me. He smelled horrendous. Well, I was stuck. I opened my mouth to try and muster another weak excuse, but was interrupted. "Imperio!" Imelda whispered. "We are here to fix things, you buffoon." "Imelda!" Ominis said through gritted teeth, looking around to make sure nobody was watching. "What? He was getting on my nerves." She defended. "You...are here to fix things." Patchy McStinky said, dazed. "Yes. Also, your hat is stupid." she said, holding her head high. "And my hat is stupid."

We continued up until we heard whispers from a small closet. We ducked under some support beams, and listened. "You made a mistake coming here." I clenched my jaw as I recognized Ruth Singer's voice. We each fell under the guise of Disillusionment, and creeped closer. The room was fairly large, and seemed to be the last floor looking up at all the massive gears. It was lit by several lanterns along the walls, and the sunlight that made its way through the face of the clock. "Grhmph." Sebastian had been gagged and tied to a chair. "I knew it." I whispered. I wanted to rush in and unload every curse I knew at the officer. "I know why you're here. I've been tracking your owl's for weeks, you, your 'heroic' friend, and the Gaunt as well." I growled as I heard her mocking tone when she said "heroic." I've done more for the Wizarding World than she could ever dream of. "I know they will come for you. And when they do, I'll kill you. All." At that moment, another person apparated into the room. I recognized the garb of an Ashwinder. He was tall and bald had a large mole on the back of his head .He wore a green mask on his face that matched his vest, with an embroidered graphorn on the back. I knew Singer was working with them...it all made sense. I made a mental note to tell Natty. He had someone with him, but I couldn't tell who. Their head was covered with a bag, and they were putting up quite the fight. "I found er." Mole Head said. "Good." Singer conjured another chair, and tied them to it. Mole Head moved behind Singer and leaned against the wall. Singer removed the bag, and the three of us gasped.

"Anne..." Ominis whispered. "What do you want?!" Anne yelled, her eyes fiery and her tone bitter. Then she realized who she was next to. "Sebastian..." she said softly. Her expression softened for a moment, then hardened and she looked back at Singer and Mole Head. "I want you dead." the corrupt officer said plainly. "Your brother mainly, but once I learned he was coming to see you with some friends, well, I decided that the more the merrier." She let out a cruel laugh. "What do you mean? I haven't spoken to him in ages." Anne spat. I saw the pain in Sebastian's bruised face. "He killed my uncle." Singer walked up to Sebastian and struck him, hard across the face. "Yes. And that's why you will die." Ominis moved to attack, but I held him back. We needed to know more of her motives. "Solomon Sallow was a good man. He helped me with a good many things in his time as an Auror, and afterwards." Singer walked around the twins, and placed her hands on their shoulders. I looked at Ominis and Imelda, confused. "He put away so many innocent people for the Ashwinders. Some in Azkaban, some in the ground." "No. He wouldn't! He was an honest man!" Anne cried. Singer ignored her. "He was strong. Most men wouldn't have what it takes to kill their own brother. But he didn't even waver." I gasped. Once again, it all made sense. The lamps "malfunction", the twins parents...the lack of support for Anne and Sebastian's pleas that he investigate the goblins..he was corrupt...he was a dark wizard.

"NO!" Anne screamed. Sebastian grunted loudly. Tears ran down both of their cheeks. "He didn't...he wouldn't..." Anne trailed off. "He wouldn't, wah wah wah." Officer Singer mocked. She struck Anne. "Foolish girl. Your dear uncle was not the man you thought. He contacted me as he left to the Feldcroft Catacomb. He was worried you would find the truth. By the time I arrived, I was too late. I only heard this brat and his friend speaking of what had happened." She was there...when Sebastian taught me the Killing Curse. "You are an ignorant girl. I wanted to inflict as much pain as I could onto your foolish brother. Now, I can." she raised her wand. "Crucio!" The red lightning hit Sebastian in the chest, and he writhed in pain. I could watch no longer. "Accio!" I summoned both twins and both chairs over to our hiding spot, and stepped out of the shadows to confront the arrogant and corrupt witch. "So, there you are. Once we're done here, I'll take you to the Headmistress. She'll be heartbroken to learn that you'll spend the rest of your days in Azkaban...the Killing Curse is illegal you know." Her empty threats did not scare me. "Confringo!" I bellowed, and the duel began.

Ashwinders started to appear from all around me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ominis ferociously casting at Mole Head, screaming in anger. Imelda summoned her broom and zipped around the room, avoiding curses and firing off her own. "You helped me quite a bit when you defeated Rookwood." she said, casting diffindo at me. "I will be the new leader of the Ashwinders." I rolled under her cast, and fired off three blasts of ancient-magic fuelled fire. "You'll be in Azkaban, bitch." I furiously fought, throwing all manner of hexes, jinxes, and curses at her, emptying out all the frustration and pain she caused me and my friends. My vision blurred, and as she faltered, I grew stronger. She mistimed her bombarda, and I countered with stupefy. She flew back. I took a breath and quickly checked on my friends. Ominis had knocked out Mole Head. Imelda was corkscrewing through curses that ended up hitting the comrades of the casters. Sebastian and Anne had freed themselves, and were standing back to back, dispatching the bandits as soon as they appeared. They were finished. "Expelliarmus!" My wand flew from my hand. I had lingered on my allies for too long. "Flipendo!" I felt my feet flip into the air, and I landed on my back. I heard my friends cries, but they were too busy defending themselves. "You brat. Did you think you could win?" She raised her wand.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The words rang out into the hot air. I was alive. Singer collapsed to the ground, a look of shock on her face. I looked behind me, to my savior. Anne Sallow stood, wand leaking trails of green. The rest of the straggling Ashwinders disappeared, defeated. I stood. "Anne.." Sebastian began, but she tackled him with tearful hug. "Now we're even." she said. They sobbed into each other. Sebastian didn't kill their uncle, he killed the murderer of their parents and many others, many of them innocent. "You guys are crazy." Imelda said as she landed next to me. "You won't tell anyone, will you?" I asked. "Ouch! Of course not. Besides, I used an Unforgivable too, remember?" she said, punching me in the shoulder. Fair enough. "Thank you for coming. I enjoy spending time with you." I confessed. "And I with you." she responded, and we both blushed. We laced our hands together and made our way over to the three friends. Anne was examining Ominis' eyes. "Incredible." she marvelled. "You're so lovely, Anne." Ominis said, tracing Anne's cheek with his fingers. "Oh, stop." Anne looked down with a smile, leaning into his hand. "Yes, please, stop." Sebastian said with an exaggerated gag. We laughed. "Now that that's over, shall we return to the Room?" I said. "Which Room?" Anne said, puzzled. "Oh, you don't know!" Sebastian clapped his head to his forehead. "The Room of Requirement! MC found it." Anne seemed impressed. "Well then, let's go." "Wait, the body..." Imelda said. "Ah. Right." Anne grimaced. "I guess we could burn it? Or do we think up a way to lie about it?" We all sat and thought. "AHH!" We forgot about Mole Head. He turned to run, but we were too quick. "Accio" He flew towards Sebastian. "Perhaps this one can be of help."

With a bit of extra convincing, Mole Head agreed to report Officer Singer to the Ministry, for immunity and forgiveness of prior crimes. Her death was to be listed as murder, but from an Ashwinder she got into a dispute with. We settled that, and returned to Hogwarts. We floo flamed into the Room. Anne was in awe, staring at the books flying around, and the many other decorations I had adorned the space with. "Oh welcome back!" a small voice said. It was Deek. "Deek will make some tea." He paused when he saw Anne. "Hello, Miss! How would you like your tea?" Deek asked with a bow. "One sugar and lots of cream. Thank you sir." Anne responded with a curtsy. Deek straightened, and happily walked away, whispering 'sir' to himself.

"Are you ready? It's going to hurt." I said, handing Anne the small vial. She took a deep breath. "I'm ready." And she drank the potion. Almost instantly, she dropped to the floor, breathing heavily. Darkness poured out of her as she screamed, writhing in pain. Sebastian held her close, crying as she did, telling her it will all be okay. Imelda had to turn away. Ominis closed his eyes. I placed my hand on Sebastian's shoulder. Soon, the screams subsided and Anne sat up. "It's gone...the pain is gone!" She embraced Sebastian, then me, then Ominis, then Imelda. "Good! Because we need beaters. The two of you would be perfect!" Imelda beamed. We laughed. "First, we need to speak with Professor Weasley. Tell her I need to be caught up on last year." And we did. It was strange, not being the one with extra assignments. Of course I offered the Room to Anne, and the four of us helped her with all she needed to get caught up.

Several months later, we all sat at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall, enjoying dinner. "It's a good thing you're smart, Anne." Imelda praised. "I'd hate having to catch up on a whole year and a half of school." I grunted in agreement, my mouth full of pudding. "Yeah, Sebastian could never do that." Ominis laughed, "Hey!" Sebastian said, throwing a green bean at Ominis. We all laughed. We headed to the common room, laughing and enjoying each other's company. As the sun went down, and everyone began to return to their dormitory, I lingered behind with Imelda. I had started courting her, and we were definitely the Slytherin power couple. "You know, it seems that something crazy just has to happen to me every year." I said with a sigh. She laughed and kissed my cheek. "I can't wait to see what happens next year. You'll end up fighting a bitter Professor Black, hell-bent on returning to Hogwarts." We laughed at the very thought. "Oh dear, don't even say that." I said jokingly. Just to be safe, I knocked on the wooden table next to where we were standing. I gave her a kiss goodnight and returned to my room. Sebastian was already snoring, and Ominis already drooling into his pillow. I laughed at them. "Yes, I wonder what next year will bring." I said to myself. I drifted off to sleep. I dreamt of a giant Puffskein, waging war on Hogwarts. Hopefully it wasn't a sign of things to come, but at this point, I wouldn't be shocked.

[ro-botany]

There are a number of "features" Fire Emblem and various other works in the anime/manga style used to denote unattractiveness/ugliness, Validar has almost all of them even without the grey skin and no good guy in Fire Emblem: Awakening has even half as many "ugly" features as Validar.

Even outside of anime, Validar looks like Disney's Jafar, whom is directly stated to be ugly. Even Japanese sites notice the resemblance and "Jafar" is a nickname for Validar or Fauder in that part of the fandom.

Fire Emblem is very much into "ugly people are evil" and "beautiful face equals beautiful heart even if its well hidden at first", with Awakening being even more on the nose about it than other Fire Emblem games.

Even the official 4Komas for Awakening crack jokes about Validar's ugliness, so I disagree that Validar was designed as attractive.

Besides if Validar was attractive we know he would've been recruitable in spotpass content.

Ok, I think there was a slight misreading of my previous answer, so let me split this one up into more obviously delineated sections.

Re: the game's character design trends:

Yeah, Fire Emblem does have a problem with designing their villain characters to have "ugly" features. It's a major ongoing flaw of the series. And it's particularly egregious with Validar purely due to the contrast between his design and Robin's. I wish these games would cut that shit out, I truly do.

If they didn't look so different it would be so much better. Make Robin look a little more like their dad! Give them a darker skin tone and adopt some of Validar's features, like the thinner face and higher cheekbones. Make them look related, and don't make the good guy white and the bad guy brown gray, and it wouldn't fix Awakening's shitty character design trends but it would help a fucking lot with Validar specifically.

We agree on this point, anon. It's also something that has already been condemned at length in the circles I run in. Like. This Has Been Talked About.

Re: the spotpass recruits:

Walhart is recruitable. Like, I understand the point you're trying to make, but Walhart is at first glance an even more stark example of the Villains Are Ugly phenomenon, and you can recruit Walhart in the spotpass content. You can marry him with Robin, even.

I think the reason Validar isn't recruitable is more about the fact that he's not only been vaporized on screen by endgame, he's also the second-to-final villain in the game, the guy who jammed a lightning sword in Chrom's kidneys, and Robin's abusive dad. I don't think the Shepherds would WANT to recruit him even if he was available for recruit.

Opinion rooted in personal taste:

Even with all their attempts to make Validar physically ugly, in spite of how shitty the design intent there is, there's a shockingly small amount of changes you would have to make to his design to make him a good looking character imo. Especially when compared to other Awakening villains like Walhart or Excellus.

Seriously. The dude's built like a high fantasy elf, that's not an inherently unattractive body type. Give him a skin tone that makes him look like an alive human, give him back his eyebrows, tell him to stop squinting 24/7 and turn off the eerie underlighting, make that one wrinkle on his forehead a bit less ridiculous, and you've got a pretty aesthetically pleasing older guy right there. Bonus points if you give him a more flattering hairstyle than whatever the hell his hair is doing by default.

Here, look, I even went to the trouble of editing one of his warriors sprites to show you what I mean, in both original eyeshadow and slightly more chill eyeliner flavours.

Like yeah he's not a Standard Pretty Anime Boy(tm) but he's like 2 inches away from being good looking, imo. You can't tell me that if he looked like this he wouldn't be a niche tumblr sexyman.

Shame he comes packaged with an absolute dogshit personality tho

[catgirlforeskin]

Now that Halo Infinite has fixed a lot (but not all) of its problems with progression and monetization, I’ve been able to focus more on the problems with the game itself. While some, like bad netcode or hit registration, can be fixed with time, a lot are fundamental to the game, and it’s a shame seeing how flawed the foundation is.

There’s a few problems that, while massive, are also simple. Things like no player collision or friendly fire are a big one, and that tied in with the light, floaty vehicles and movement make the game feel like it has no real weight. Things just kinda move around and through each other and it feels inconsistent at the best of times.

I think my biggest issue is with the gun design though. While part of this is aesthetic (a lot of the new designs are ugly and don’t fit halo at all,) the design philosophy for weapons has made the core game way less satisfying.

There’s been a broad shift away from hard-hitting weapons with downtime or risk to weak but consistent streams of damage.

Let’s look at vehicles first. The rocket hog in Halo Reach was perfect, it did a large volley of missiles and then had a long cooldown. The normal, chaingun variant warthog also could overheat and had windows of more burst damage that were offset by cooldown time. Now both are just a consistent damage stream with no downside, there’s no reason to ever take your finger off the trigger.

The weapons have fared even worse because the weapon pool has been flooded with new additions that mostly just water down the game and are frustrating to see on the map because there could always be something better there. The worst offender is the shotgun, which now shoots faster but does way less damage, and it makes it useless against the energy sword or gravity hammer, when it used to stand on equal footing. There’s some new good guns, like the redesigned BR and the Skewer, but so many just lack identity or purpose and only water the game down.

This has been a problem since CE and only Reach ever went back to the original design philosophy of every gun being good in its own right and having uses. Dual wielding in 2 and 3 ruined this because it meant most guns had to be extremely weak so they couldn’t be overpowered when used together, and I was hoping Infinite would double down reach’s course-correction, but instead it only has leaned further into Halo 4 and 5’s path of flooding the weapon pool with more content that didn’t matter

The fundamental flaw is that they’ve tried sanding off the biggest highs and lows to instead create a consistently boring experience. So much of the game lacks impact and feels hollow.

[fdrsamericanflagduckfloaty]

Can I have a random history fact that you really like for some reason? I want to annoy my family with history facts. If you have a list that’d be amazing infodump on me-

oh my god ok sO

i'd say a favorite would be, because TR could be such a FUCKING IDIOT, he was at this little formal reception right? And he was speaking with Mark Hanna, and accompanying Hanna was a Frenchwoman named Henriette Adler. And TR was so enthusiastic and energetic in his speaking (in rapid French) that his arm started to get closer to her bodice (almost destroying it/knocking it off.). But INSTEAD, this DUMBASS proceeded to accidentally elbow a silk rose and some gauze off. He started apologizing profusely but did NOT STOP THE WAR RHETORIC in FRENCH and thankfully it was fixed by someone getting a safety pin.

But that was. So. Not okay 😭😭 it was recreated in a Rough Riders 2 part tv mini-series and it's so embarrassing each time I watch istg

NEXT okay this is gonna seem rlly not-detailed but when you have a PDF of a TR book you can get details mkay

so like Alice Roosevelt, badass bitch, smoked while she was a teen. Okay?? Well I was reading a book on her and TO MY SURPRISE she let her 13 YEAR OLD BROTHER (Kermit) smoke a cigar with her. IS THAT NOT- okay im- a little bit OUT THERE but i digress

Also the entire Bisexual JFK theory is. Very very believable but I WILL NOT GET INTO THAT but tbh he probably was BUT ANYWAY

Also wanted to mention this list on wiki exists

And the GHWB incident is that this mf, AS THE PRESIDENT, vomited and then fainted on THE PRIME MINISTER OF JAPAN AT THE TIME. america has the stupidest stories ever i swear to god

This next one, which is also stupidly funny as fuck to me but also hella messed up, is that, okay, so TR had a riding accident when he was younger when Alice was still a tiny toddler. And he returned home with fucked clothing, a broken arm, and a bloody face. Like he looked like he was a murderer mk. And he, yknow, sees his daughter, goes running to her. She fucking SCREAMS. this man is NOT her father who is this RED MAN GET HIM AWAY WHAT THE HELL.

But he catches her and he's all bloody and sweaty and she is SCREAMING so he. Guess what. Does not put her down. Does not try to CALM HER DOWN.

He SHAKES HER. and im sorry but the image 😭 bloody ass TR shaking his daughter like a rattle im sorry

but when she DOES NOT CALM DOWN AS ONE WOULD NOT AND SCREAMS LOUDER, he SHAKES HER HARDER. i cannot make this shit up

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oh my god anyways

also you likely know this but when it was thought that tomatoes were poisonous, Thomas Jefferson really ate one in front of people and they thought he was dying but when he was fine they were like "..... what the fuck"

Aaron Burr also lit himself on fire TWICE

Burr also bought a coconut for like 70 dollars or smth

(im just listing shit i know i cant think of any faves rn my brain blanked as soon as i read ur ask)

!! A favorite WOULD be that TR killed a man with his bare hands and was like rlly pumped about it but you already know that

And when some of his men were like 'we are NOT going up hill no ohmg' he was like 'DO IT OR I KILL YOU MYSELF' and they, yknow, ran up the hill

because. that is. threatening

I also would like to mention the insanity that was Lincoln liking cats and Lincoln growing a beard because a child more or less said he was ugly without one and Lincoln also maybe being bisexual

JFK's nickname by his wife, Jackie, was Bunny, bc apparently he fucked like a rabbit hjkglkmhklhkmkljk

Buchanan (James Buchanan, yknow, a president) might've been gay

Thomas Jefferson also called John Adams a hermaphrodite and i find that funny but also like. why. wh. where did you get that

Also this isnt a history fact but if i wanted to i could probably gaslight someone into thinking Andrew Jackson was on bathsalts bc a podcast i was watching mocked him by saying he was on bathsalts and tbh. accurate

Jefferson also had a ram on the White House grounds and did not get rid of it until AFTER it either harmed or killed a little boy

Harry S Truman and Ulysses S Grant both have an S as their middle name, but both of those S's mean nothing. Neither. Crazy that both S mean absolutely nothing

Grant's first name was also Hiram!!

Truman and his wife also needed to replace a bed during the white house cause they may or may not have *slams barbies together* so hard that they broke the bed

I'd also like to say the William Howard Taft bathtub myth is false klhmkhmj but ALSO i find it rlly sweet how, during TR's funeral, he was sobbing because, even tho TR was bitter during him for their last few years, Taft still considered TR a friend, and when Archie (TR's second youngest son--youngest at his funeral, as Quentin died in 1918) noticed him sobbing he was like 'come over here, you're a family friend.'

i forget the exact line but it was something close to that effect. So even though TR held a grudge, his kids didn't.

Apparently TR and Edith also fought like their entire marriage over how to pronounce Tomato and I'd like to know how he pronounced it cause wtf do you mean

ALSO for once it is not American BUT: Winston Churchill and his wife, Clementine, had nicknames for each other. Animal nicknames. His was Pig. I forget hers but. Really. P i g .

She also once threw a plate of something (asparagus or smth i dont remember) at his face and it instead hit the wall so like bad bitch moment

And finally:

all of our presidents were DUMBASSES <3

(also the Hoover Dam is named after Herbert Hoover, not J. Edgar Hoover, i think that's a common misconception.)

OH the Roosevelts also had a pet racoon for a period of time. so whenever i see something reference the Coolidge's pet racoon, Rebecca, I want to be like 'yknow the roosevelts had one pre-white-house days'

i hope thats enough idk

[astorichan]

20 and 23 with uh, whichever you prefer?

Grollow! The babies

20. How do they comfort each other when one of them is upset? Is this method of comfort effective?

Shatter: Hollow hovers close, starting with giving love through acts of service. They're very, very quiet but also there for everything he might want, all the smallest things - they know exactly, after a while in the relationship, what might comfort him and better his mood. If that doesn't help, they gently nudge him to talk, tall them what happened and how he's feeling about it; after he does, they validate that and then try to search for an answer (what set him off so bad and how to avoid it in the future? why does he feel like his reaction is unreasonable, maybe?) or for a solution. They're definitely the type to go "who upset you. i just want to talk to them. who did it." while holding a nail in their hand. Grimm goes for distraction tactics a whole lot. If he notices they're upset, he will go out of his way to "annoy" them, mostly just telling them random pleasant stuff (a lot of eloquent "i love you"s may get dropped - they act like they hate that, but it helps them immensely and he knows it) and making cute noises/cuddling them if they feel up for it. If the upset's bad, he will drop everything and just straight up ask them to talk. No assumptions, no hidden meanings, everything that they're thinking despite how unpleasant and ugly it may be. Usually, just talking out loud and having him direct them towards a resolution solves the upset.

Dreams: Hollow stays close with a very, very big puppy eyes often, not sure how to really help - they ask how he'd like them to help rather than do stuff silently. Bad upsets they're great at solving and working through emotions; they're honestly great at that whenever it's not them feeling those emotions. Where they'd doubt their own reasonable-ness, they will tell him every time that what he's feeling is very real and very worthy of upset. Grimm is, like Cutie, the type to have his hands on fire and ready to incinerate whoever hurt them. (It's true for other Troupe members as well: he's very, very protective and possessive of them all.) He gets angry for them very easily, and it scares them at the very beginning, before they get used to it and begin to feel very, very safe. Oftentimes, he won't drop his bantering/teasing tone with them even when solving upsets - but if it's bad, he will go serious immediately, and has quite a talent for finding that one phrase that can make them reconsider the entire situation and see another perspective on it, thus solving the primary issue of "i shouldn't be upset in the first place" and letting them move on to the actual fixing of the problem.

23. What are the defining characteristics of their relationship?

Both AUs: trust. Trust and understanding. Understanding of each other so deep that they don't need words or any other communication to know what they need to know. IE: Shatter Hollow sees cues in Grimm that no one else, save for one of the Troupe members, does. They know how to react to all of those. They know how to enhance the best of his days and how to make the worst of those better. It works in reverse as well. They both know what the other is really feeling, no matter how much they may try to hide that. And it doesn't matter how they act on the surface, as is more prominently the case with Dreams pairing: they're way less straightforwardly mushy and they both suffer from the Wordy Bitch Disease, but they just don't... misunderstand one another after a while. Because love, to all of them, is safety. It's home. It's a place where you will never be invalidated or belittled, where you never have to watch your step lest you shatter the thin ice you're walking on. It's knowing that no matter what you do, no matter how much you fuck up, no matter how much you hurt and what words you say, the other will not give up on you without trying. "I don't want to require you - I want to want you. I want to be on my own, a full piece with no parts missing, and choose you despite that. Over and over, every waking and dreaming moment, I want you to improve something already great."

[trifoliate-undergrowth]

Tagged by @convenientalias :

Write the first line of your last 10 fics to see if there's a pattern!

I'm excluding the daily fics for @dollarstrilogyevent because those first lines, and the fics themselves, tend to be very brief and idk I feel like they're less of an indication of general trends for me.

In chronological order (most recent last):

1. Retelling (The Good, the Bad and the Ugly)

"Blondie looked bored."

2. In Cahoots (Ravenous)

"Ives was sitting alone by the fire, smoking a cigar and holding a half-forgotten book, when Hart appeared in the doorway."

3. Knock Knock Knox (Ravenous)

"Boyd stepped out of his cabin."

4. u up? (For a Few Dollars More)

"With another job done and his bank account waiting to receive an obscenely large transfer from two separate government agencies, Manco checked into a hotel and went to the spa."

5. Cold Desert (The Good, the Bad and the Ugly. exchange fic)

"Blondie hadn’t stayed to watch when he left Tuco in the desert."

6. Colonels Gone Wild, or: the gay cannibalistic adventures of Ives and Hart (while their mutual crush was languishing in a pit) (Ravenous)

"The last thing he thought he would ever remember was the knowledge that he was dying, that even the pain was slipping away from him."

7. Slow on the Uptake (Ravenous)

"Pork and beans was simple, but that also meant it was hard for Cleaves to screw it up."

8. Warmth (Ravenous)

"Boyd didn’t drink alcohol like he enjoyed it, he drank it like it was medicine he hoped would fix him if he drank enough."

[solid week of fandom event short fics skipped]

9. Morpheus (Ravenous)

"Toffler appeared to be asleep on his bed, relaxed under the disarranged furs, one hand curled under his neck."

10. I know that's a gun in your pocket but are you also happy to see me? (The Good, the Bad and the Ugly)

"Tuco's refusal to use a holster was driving Blondie crazy."

It's a lot of Ravenous bracketed by GBU fics! Length varies, but they all pretty much cut right to the chase with whatever's going on in the fic. Which is pretty normal for first lines I guess. No other observations come to mind.

The one thing that did strike me here is that Warmth is the fic I wrote high on hydrocodone-acetaminophen leftover from surgery when I clenched my jaw too hard getting ready to move out and messed my whole face up for days and Morpheus is the one I wrote after that thinking hm I kinda wish I had more of that unhealthily addictive substance to make me feel good and heavy and warm

Tagging anyone who wants to do this!

[darlenicy]

Winx nickelodeon Special II Revenge of the Trix - Reaction

Part two of my best friend's and mine first (and last) watch of the (horrible omg) nick specials. Take it with a grain of salt. And yes, H-chan hates Bloom even more than I do.

H: Daphne looks like a Teletubby with her antenna

H: Oh yes and nobody knows Daphne, that's logical. She's a well known nypmph and NOBODY knows her

➡ that underlines again, what I claim: The fall of Domino was centuries ago. Rainbow will never fix this plot hole

L: Not the Black Lagoon being the cool cafe for the witches now. They could've easily used the normal one. Why switch to the Black Lagoon? It doesn't look like a location witches would go

L: *hysterical attack* why do they make it look like Riven is mind-controlled here?????

H: it doesn't at all. they already talked before so he knows what he's doing (H-chan always knows how to calm me down again)

H: Mike and Vanessa could also be starring in a cheap docusoap

➡ L: I have to say it again. Bloom and her parents have a wonderful bond and I appreciate that

L: I thought, she was about to brush her hair with the fork

H: That would be TOO MUCH ariel lmao

Bloom finding out she was found in the fire: So you adopted me!

➡ H: well examined, they actually kidnapped you

L: Faragonda is such a Dumbledore. Telling nothing, expecting everything to work somehow

L: *constantly complaining about the ass ugly animation*

➡ H: The full budget was used for the cloud tower animation

(and the old one looked cooler tho. Also sad, how Rainbow lost their fkn rights to their own ost so we constantly have new tracks in here that makes it even less nostalgic to watch)

*Mirta on the roof*

H: Oh, Mirta. Why don't you simply fall down there?

L: YES! Make Driven sound sexy! (the voice acting is on point in the German dub here. Darcy, I love you!)

*Sky and Bloom looking for the all-knowing book at cloud tower* I think this could be it!

➡ H: Of course it is, it lies on an extra table and glows

*Bloom getting to know that she is "actually a witch"*

➡ H: Great, then you can stay right there at cloud tower

*The Winx transforming* H: They already got their Charmix?? Where are their little bags????

(I will never forgive deleting the whole charmix plot. it had so much relevance. But then again, s2 is pressed in 45 minutes)

L: Mirta and Bloom really fit togther

➡ H: Yes, both are stupid, redheaded and ugly

➡ jdsdfjsdfkdsfksfkdsfjkdsjf i love H-chan

H: Mirta looks better as a pumpkin

H: The balcony looks like a pig's snout

H: Diaspro really has to think: What kind of crazy bitch is that??

H: Diaspro's jewels look like throat lozenge.

[lovestuckyhatemarvel]

Fun fact: I flipped between both my blogs multiple times because for some reason I thought I started this post and then abandoned it halfway through or something but no, I hadn’t started this episode at all. So on that promising note, here’s season 4 episode 3.

1.) Ruth, Nevada actually makes sense as a location thing to pop up. Like I know there’s a lot of jokes about PARIS, FRANCE popping up but I’ve literally never heard of Ruth, Nevada before. But also, I don’t particularly care about Sam Owens.

2.) Oh, Sam Owens got fucking fired? Damn. Also, the military blaming scientists for this shit is a little hilarious. Like yes, scientists did it, but they did it FOR the government and military FOR military operations. So to now be like, “DAMN, I CAN’T BELIEVE Y’ALL DID THAT SHIT” is hilarious.

3.) “He’ll lead us right to the girl.” Did y’all fucking check the yellow pages? Because I don’t think Joyce has hidden that she moved to California. Like how are y’all not able to find her going to public school in California? Unless you mean a different girl. Regardless, that line is fucking stupid.

4.) Man, Angela’s really milking this injury.

5.) Jonathan and Argyle are so fucking high and are not helping. They are right that ‘blip’ is a funny word though. Actually never mind, it’s not funny anymore. They ruined it.

6.) Oh, Murray’s cooking, that explains the opera music. Also, Joyce and Murray are being so weird. Lmao Joyce is a terrible liar.

7.) I’m not actually sure the Duffers have ever been high.

8.) Oh, my god, I just realized they gave Angela that stupid cut on her fucking face just so it could mirror Brenner’s injury even though that’s still not fucking how a goddamn skate would injure a person if it’s being smacked against your face.

9.) I’m sure Vecna is terrifying if you’re 14 or really terrified of even the slightest horror thing, but these glimpses of him in the upside down are just funny to me.

10.) Does the basketball team just like, live in an abandoned building?

11.) I hate Jason Carver’s goddamn face.

12.) Steve’s gay little wave at Eddie was so cute.

13.) This team of kids is definitely not reassuring Eddie.

14.) Fred’s body looks slightly less funny than Chrissy’s did but like, still cartoonish.

15.) El really is going through really normal puberty angst. But also Mike is so stupid. Just say love, dude. You do love her. Even if it’s probably not romantic, you do love her.

16.) Oh, I’m betting 5 bucks those cops aren’t real and they’re arresting her for nefarious reasons. Also, Mike, how the fuck are you gonna fix this?

17.) I love that Murray’s like, “Listen, it’s fine that we lied to them. At least two of those kids are gonna spend this time getting high and fucking. And by two of them, I mean Jonathan and whoever the fuck his friend is. I don’t know who he is, but I think they’re narsty.”

18.) But also fuck you, Joyce, don’t talk about that plane crashing.

19.) Manual labor in the snow. Also, since when does Hopper speak Russian? Oh, he’s learning from Enzo? Oh, his name is Antonov. I think I’ve only ever seen fans refer to him as Enzo which is hilarious.

20.) “They were at the game and the trailer park.” Steve, being aware for once: HEY, WE’RE AT THE TRAILER PARK. ARE WE GONNA FUCKING DIE?

21.) I really really think Steve was just being the Protective Friend of the group when he asked to go with Nancy. But also Nancy and Robin are cuuuuuuuute.

22.) That gate was Delayed. Like chop chop, ugly. Next time eat a cop or two.

23.) Vecna has Guilt-O-Vision. And it found Patrick. One of the two black guys the basketball douches will actually hang out with.

24.) Damn, Lucas, Jason just went full on batshit against guys who literally do not know where Eddie is. Lucas, you’re being a real traitor. But also, narratively, having the only black member of the kids be part of his little hunting party feels…bad. And Gross.

25.) HEY, EL. SAY IT WITH ME: WE DON’T FUCKING TALK TO COPS. ASK FOR A GODDAMN LAWYER. THEY’RE LITERALLY NOT SUPPOSED TO BE TALKING TO YOU WITHOUT AN ADULT. JUST SAY LAWYER. JUST SAY LAWYER. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

26.) “She wasn’t even trying to help.” No shit, Jonathan. She’s a cop. Cops don’t help.

27.) Goddamn, Hopper. Honestly, Hopper getting his leg fucked 6 ways to Sunday is so far the most horrifying thing this season and it’s not even shown really.

28.) Robin is autistic. Source: Me. I’m autistic.

29.) Dustin is and idiot sometimes. Steve literally doesn’t have a thing for Nancy anymore. Also, Steve’s not blushing.

30.) Max would rather be anywhere other than in a room talking about her feelings about her dead douchebag stepbrother. I also love that Ms. Kelley keeps her keys very well labeled.

31.) Lucas, I swear to God, if you tell them where Eddie is, I’m gonna crawl into the screen reverse Samara style and kick your ass.

32.) with her hair like this, Millie Bobby Brown looks so much like Winona Ryder.

33.) Oh, nvm, cops were being cops earlier. Now she’s being taken by the feds.

34.) Hi, Sam. You fuckin’ dweeb.

35.) Can we talk about how Alaska DOES have spring. Like, the Duffers know that, right? Right?????????? Actually hold on, gonna confirm with my roommate who grew up in Alaska.

36.) Okay apparently actually the weather question is very complicated and if they flew into Juno or Anchorage then no, they wouldn’t be having very heavy snow, but further north it’s still late for a ton of snow but not impossible. And as for Russia’s weather, IDK.

37.) I googled Nome, Alaska. That’s a coastal city and according to my roommate wouldn’t be getting this kind of snow in March.

38.) Okay I have gotten my silent question of ‘why not just get him to hit the chains’ answered by the guards checking his chains. JESUS HIS FOOT LOOKS BAD. But for real that looks way worse than the fucking corpses do. Oh my god. I’d rather rewatch that goofy ass Vecna murder compilation than to ever see that foot wound again. But also FUCKING NARROW DOWN WHAT KIND OF SHOW YOU ARE. OH MY GOD.

39.) Platonic with a capital P.

40.) A DEMON!!!!! Nancy and Robin are both geniuses.

41.) how did it take the kids 2 fucking hours to talk to Ms. Kelley and then break into the school

42.) Hey how is Hopper doing pushups on that fucking foot?

43.) “What if I told you there was a way, a way to bring them back?” I’d say prove it, asshole.

44.) “My friends, in Hawkins, are you in danger.” Oh no, cutting to Max as she figures out she’s a target.

45.) He could have at least let her take those waffles to go. I’m not saying it’d be a good idea to eat those in a moving car, but if the fate of the world rests on a child’s shoulders, she can eat messy waffles in the back of a car as a treat.

46.) TICK TOCK. THE PLOT IS COMING. And it’s coming for MY GODDAMN DAUGHTER!!!!!!!!!!! I hate that fucking Vecna douchebag so much.

[halorocks1214]

🎧🎧 (im giving you a second one lol)

aw heck yeah two-for-one special les gooo (apologies if you didn't mean to actually ask for two lol)

THIS ONE SLAPS. i'm bobbing my head already and i haven't even listened to this in a hot minute. there's really nothing other to my liking of this song than "it's catchy" + "general message is bomb af"

Walking through fire like I’ll never learn waited forever and now it’s my turn stronger than ever I’m ready to burn na na na na na I’m a warrior

oh this one :,) yeah it was made for the ugly dolls movie and its marketing but i've always loved themes of "there's some stuff about me i find to be less-than-great but those things also have helped make me who i am today so don't come in here and make judgment calls about what could theoretically make my life (secret meaning: me) "better" because i love me, sharp edges and all." plus to piggyback off the whole songs with lots of build-up: this has always been one of my faves, even more so than the previous ask's one

Can someone just hold me? Don't fix me, don't try to change a thing Oh, someone just know me 'Cause underneath, I'm broken and it's beautiful