#and in general ive been worrying about my future

[timetravelstudies]

GOD I LOVE people and humans beings and such. Yeah❤️

[conderkyl]

Big dumb heart

[kirexa]

There's a lot of things that if you guys knew you would probably yell at me abt

[bonefall]

This is unrelated to the blog's subject, but I'm SUPER hyped about this upcoming indie game called Critter Cove and I've got some super cool news; I got to give the devs some critter designs to show up as Townies you can invite to live in your town!

This isn't even all of them-- in total I've made well over 40 designs that they're gonna pick and choose from. These ones are just some of my favorites.

This character creator is CRAZY good. It's hard to find animals you can't make. Cow, squid, human, raptor, duck, I was even able to make a half-decent Anomalocaris up there. The ones that are difficult to make, like giraffes, horses, and insects, are actually planned to be added in soon.

Critter Cove plays like a mix between Animal Crossing and Subnautica. You sail around to collect scrap from the remains of sunken ruins, rebuild a rundown town on a polluted island, and make it appealing for both residents and visitors. There's also a plan to add a museum feature, dozens of islands, fishing mechanics, and even co-op in the future.

(but co-op will only come if the game's enough of a hit, which is why I'm shamelessly plugging it lmaoo)

It's launching into Early Access on September 10th, but it's got a VERY generous free demo which is only supposed to be "the first two hours" of the game...

...and I'm clocking 61.

(yes everyone this is part of the reason why ive been quiet lately. its a good game, man. i cant help it. im going coconuts.)

Progression stops when you re-build the cafe, but you can keep playing, sailing around, running quests, and doing some simple gardening. Your progress rolls over into Early Access too, so you don't have to worry about losing your townies, clothes, structures, etc.

For all my designs I've got a free key, but it's gonna be launching somewhere in the 20 - 30 USD price range. I can't recommend the demo enough, but even just wishlisting it on Steam boosts their metrics and gets them in front of more people!

[supremefloof]

reasons why/who i think e soul is __ (spoilers for ep 7)

reasons i think yang cheng could be alive

people mentioned his arms/health are clearly damaged by shang chao's equipment, so losing an arm would be reasonable

there are shots to foreshadow that he could lose an arm? is what ive heard

he's been the main focus of the past three eps, so why ditch him now?

e-soul of episode 3 is still kind of acrobatic, unlike old e-soul

old e-soul has been esoul for ages already and doesn't seem interested in climbing the ladder

X snapped to help YC just like Lin Ling in ep 2

he had a higher trust value, so it's possible that he could have won the fight

reasons why i think old e-soul replaced him (my preferred choice)

why would e-soul pv focus on old e-soul's character if YC is who we follow? im aware this could be applied to nice as well but nice is confirmed coming back in future eps

it would align with yang cheng's arc and very generic character design. his entire 3 eps is just yang cheng getting so close to the right thing and failing anyways. the entire episode YC is not in a good headspace and clearly destroying himself with uncle rock egging him on.

this is what i initially absorbed pretty easily the first time i saw ep 7, so i feel like there's purposeful hints. like, for instance old e-soul clearly has the advantage in the start of the fight, and YC is clearly not thinking rationally when he says "ill hit him. i have to".

heavy breathing and arm gone - it felt like the intended perceived plot twist is that YC is dead.

would be a really cool subversion of how audiences expect episodes to go. probably people weren't worried about YC subconsciously for the fight, because the main character of a superhero show always wins right? also, the X snap

X isn't X yet, so it's possible his snap did not make the win solid for YC.

YC is too similar to lin ling, because he's sort of the dark lin ling on purpose

"uncle rock" is really casual to him at the end of the ep

reasons why i think it could be a dual merge kind of situation (I also really like this one)

i already said e-soul has like a duality theme - blue e-soul trying to kill gray e-soul in the PV

"trust value merges when you die" but that's ... so confusing?? they have different powers dawg how does that work

it would be cool

EDIT: there is a lot mroe evidence for this than i thought there was, look at the reblogs and comments. also, image below looks like YC's frame but has purple lightning

i am biased ofc. so feel free to offer other thoughts up

[lanalosty0uu]

⋆.˚ chapter iv: take on me ᝰ.ᐟ

previously on: 🕰️ BACK TO THE FUTURE 🕰️

"Don't worry," he says with an easy confidence. "We'll figure this out. But first, let's make sure you don't look like you're from outer space."

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main masterlist | general masterlist

pairing: steve harrington x fem! reader

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The next morning, Steve takes you to Melvald’s General Store, their first stop on your journey to adapt to 1985. The whole vibe of the store amazes you, it was all retro-y, filled with posters and neon lights all over, just like what you’ve always imagined.

“You’re gonna drool over if you kept your mouth open.” You didn’t realize that you’ve been keeping your mouth open in awe at the store.

You can tell Robin and Dustin was looking at you weirdly, knowing that this is just some regular clothing store. But not for you. For you, there is nothing more magical than being in an 80s clothing store, filled with retro and disco like clothes hanging all over.

The jingling of the old-fashioned cash register catches you off-guard, and she marvels at the analog setup. There was even no card scanner! Or a QR code for cashless payment.

Steve raises an eyebrow, clearly amused when you slightly walked over to the cash register. “Welcome to the world of cold, hard cash,” he teases, handing her a few bills for small essentials.

From there, they head to another local thrift store, where Robin joins them, ready to make an event of it. The air is filled with the scent of worn leather and old fabric as Robin rummages through the racks, dramatically holding up an oversized blazer with shoulder pads. “Future girl, this screams power suit,” she jokes, earning a giggle from you.

Even Steve and Dustin helped to find you a nice pair of clothing for you to wear today, and at least a few days to come since they know it won’t be easy to fix that watch.

After much trial and error, some of it clearly for Robin’s amusement, you settle on high-waisted jeans, a striped crop top, and a denim jacket. Steve insists on adding a pair of white sneakers to complete the look.

“You’re officially a Hawkins local,” he declares with a grin as you twirl in front of the mirror, amazed of yourself. Sure, in 2025 people still dress like this. But this… All this felt so different for you. The whole vibe, the people, everything just felt like what you’ve always dreamed of.

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“Okay, so… since you’re from the future, I’m guessing you already know stuff that happened in the 80s, correct?” Dustin asked. We were just chatting on the backseat of Steve’s car, whilst Steve was driving to to the arcade, Robin sitting on the seat next to Steve. Dustin requested to take you to the arcade, wanting to show you the amazing stuff that happens on the 80a.

“Like… what, exactly?”

“Music! You know what I mean?”

“Like… Madonna and shit? Blondie? The Runaways?”

“Yeah, yeah! Like that!” Dustin was amazed when you said all those famous names.

“I’ve listened those on Spotify, kid. So… I’m not that stupid for a person who’s a maniac about the 80s.”

He looked at me confused when you said ‘Spotify’, as if asking for explanation about it without telling you.

“It’s like a music platform, you know? In this.” You showed my phone to him, unlocking it, and opened Spotify. You began searching for my downloaded playlists since you got no internet service here and played Take On Me by a-ha.

“Whoa…” Dustin let out an amused laugh. You even caught Robin’s attention. “I thought you said that’s a phone?”

“Yeah, it is! Except it’s not just for calling, and sending messages. You can listen to songs, watch movies, call people and see them through the phone, read books and magazines online, and many more!”

Your explanation about your phone caught all their attentions, including Steve, while you remind him to keep his eyes on the road.

“You’ve played Pac-Man?!” Dustin exclaimed. You tried to explain to him that you also played it on your phone.

“Oh you’ll never beat Steve. See that? That’s the highest score. And who does that belong to? Steve Harrington.”

“Oh, so the sailor likes to play Pac-Man…” You teased Steve who just entered the arcade after parking his car.

“Well, good luck on trying to beat that, future girl.” Steve challenged you, making you raise your eyebrows.

“Might as well let me try to beat your ass, Harrington.” You pulled up your jacket sleeves and began playing Pac-Man, just like what you always knew. You have to make Pac-Man eat up all the yellow stuff and make sure not to get caught by the ghosts.

On the first try, your Pac-Man was cornered by the ghosts already, and the screen immediately flashes GAME OVER.

Steve smirks. "Not as easy as it looks, huh?"

"Let me try again!" you insist, and to Steve's surprise, she improves quickly.

By your third try, you beats his high score, and the group gathers around, cheering her on.

"Looks like the newbie's got skills," Dustin says, impressed.

“Fun fact, there will be a Pac-Man movie in 2015. It’ll be called ‘Pixels’.” You said, smirking at Steve who seemed to be annoyed.

Steve, pretending to be annoyed, mutters, "Beginner's luck." But there's a glint of pride in his eyes as he watches your grin in triumph.

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As the night falls, the rink lights dim slightly as the disco ball spins, casting a cascade of shimmering lights across the floor. Dustin and Robin let Steve be your guide for tonight in the skating rink, since Steve is such a good skater deep down. Meanwhile, you and Steve sit side by side on the edge of the rink after their dramatic fall, catching their breath between fits of laughter.

The faint buzz of 80s pop hits fills the air, but you are hyper-aware of Steve’s shoulder brushing against hers and the way his smile lingers as he glances her way.

“You okay there, klutz?” he asks, nudging her lightly.

“Oh, I’m the klutz?” you retort, raising an eyebrow. “You’re the one who dragged me into that spin of death.”

Steve chuckles and raises his hands in mock surrender. “Hey, you almost nailed it. I’d give it a solid six out of ten.”

“Wow, generous,” you mutter, rolling your eyes but smiling all the same.

Steve leans back on his elbows, looking out at the rink. “You’re actually not bad, though. For someone who didn’t even know how to skate, you’ve got potential.”

You tilt your head, watching him curiously. “Well that’s encouraging.” You gave him a sarcastic look.

You’re about to press him further when he stands up, brushing imaginary dust off his jeans.

“Come on,” he says, holding out a hand. “We’ve got time for one last lap before they kick us out.” You hesitate, staring at his outstretched hand. Your eyes moved to his, watching those brown eyes carefully. There’s something in his eyes, a warmth, a quiet sincerity that makes her heart skip a beat. Slowly, you place your hand in his, and he pulls you to your feet, steadying you when you wobble.

Both of you step back onto the rink, and this time, you feel a little steadier. Steve skates alongside yourself, pacing slow but steady as the music shifts to a softer, dreamier track. The glow of the disco ball reflects in his eyes, and for a moment, the rest of the rink seems to blur away, it was like you’re the only ones left in that rink.

“You know,” you say quietly, breaking the comfortable silence between them, “I never really had nights like this. Back home, I mean.”

Steve glances at you, intrigued. “What do you mean?”

You shrug, looking down at your purple skates. “I was always so focused on everything… school, responsibilities, the future. I never let myself just… be a teenager. Not to mention the strict parents.” You sighed, looking at his eyes. “It’s not as fun to live in the future like they said.”

He nods, a knowing look crossing his face. “Yeah, I get that. I used to be so caught up in trying to impress people, be the king of Hawkins High or whatever. But looking back? None of that stuff really mattered. This…” He gestures around them, his gaze landing back on you. “this is the kind of stuff that sticks. The moments you don’t plan.”

His words hang in the air, and you feel a pang of something you can’t quite name. Nostalgia for a time you only just started experiencing, maybe, or the bittersweet knowledge that moments like this are fleeting.

“I think you’re right,” you admits, your voice soft.

You skate in silence for a while, the music wrapping around them like a warm blanket. Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper playing vividly. You find yourself stealing glances at Steve, noticing the way his jaw clenches in concentration as he avoids an oncoming skater or the faint curve of his smile when he catches you looking.

At one point, Steve slows to a stop in the middle of the rink and turns to face you. “Alright, future girl. Let’s try one more spin.”

You groan at his request. “You’re relentless.”

“Come on, it’s your redemption arc,” he teases, his grin widening.

With a sigh, you let him take your hands, and attempt another spin. This time, it’s less of a disaster, though you still stumble into him at the end, your hands clutching his jacket for balance.

“See?” he says, his voice low. “Told you you’d get it.”

Your faces are close now, closer than you’ve been all night. You can feel the warmth of his breath, the faint scent of cologne lingering in the air between them. Your heart pound in your chest, but you can’t bring yourself to look away.

“Thanks,” you whisper, your voice barely audible over the music.

“For what?” Steve asks, his expression softening.

“For this. For making me feel like I belong here,” you said.

He smiles, a genuine, almost shy smile that catches you off guard. “You do belong here. More than you think.”

The moment stretches out, the world around them fading into the background. You aren’t sure what’s supposed to come next, but you knows one thing.

For the first time since you arrived in 1985, you don’t feel like a stranger.

note: another chapter, yay! you really can see what i meant by the next chapters will be interesting, yeah? so happy i can finally finish this chapter ^^ hope u guys enjoyed it and stay tuned for the next ones <3

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[wallterwall]

day 32

if you like my (cybrthrillz) content, please read this

tw for self harm and suicidal ideation

i want to take a break

this is not a victory or a win for anyone. if anything all of the harassment and relentless targeted hate has only made me even more motivated to make this little space ive created a more accepting place, and i will continue to be a voice of support for "weird and contradictory" queer identities because we all deserve to be happy and accepted

but, for a long time ive been putting myself in harms way, generally neglecting my own needs for the sake of other people, because i dont care about what happens to me as long as other people are happy and safe, and right now i dont think i can keep pushing myself like that anymore. im tired

i havent had a s/h problem since middle school but now those urges are resurfacing again when i thought id never have to deal with that again

i havent been able to relax or enjoy any of my time without having dreadful thoughts in the back of my mind

ill probably be changing things going forward too, or maybe things wont be changing at all. i dont know. i just know that i want to try and relax and watch those movies ive been meaning to watch and play more video games without feeling guilty that im not using my time for drawing.

the controversies have wounded me a lot but unfortunately regretevator is still my main hyperfixation so ill have trouble getting myself to draw anything else and i dont think i want to really avoid it. so ill still be drawing, but ill be drawing for myself without really worrying about posting schedules. ill still be active on discord, tumblr, instagram

im not going to kill myself today, nor am i going to in the future. because whether some people want to believe it or not, i know and my friends know that i always try my best to be a considerate and kind, overall good person. i know that i genuinely have positively impacted many people in life. i hope that ill be able to go back to regularly posting soon with a clearer state of mind because your support has genuinely improved my life both emotionally and financially, and i couldnt be more grateful.

but right now, its okay to be a little selfish for my sake. and i hope that you all can understand and be patient with me. thanks for stickin around

[elderscrollsconceptart]

This will be a long post but I've been thinking about this since last night.

I get a pit in my stomach when I think about the new Fallout TV show and the chance TES may get a show if the Fallout show is super successful.

I've been hearing the show has been pretty good, but ive also heard some grim rumblings and worries about certain directions Bethesda/Amazon are taking lore-wise in the Fallout show. Apparently Todd has said everything in the show is canon.

I've not watched it myself as I'm not a huge TV watcher in general, but I don't know if I want to see Bethesda or an outside studio make massive changes to TES lore which affect both past and future installments in TES purely for the sake of "making good TV".

I am most certainly not a "modern Bethesda" hater or of the opinion that modern TES/Fallout games are bad. I pretty much love them all. (I even enjoyed Starfield, huge glaring flaws and all!)

I genuinely believe they are trying their best to make fun games. I also understand they have had a lot of struggles over the past decade+, particularly in company direction and budgeting of necessary resources (pre-Microsoft acquisition).

The old Zenimax upper management was awful (Trumps brother was literally on the Zenimax board of Directors before he died). And infamously refused budget allocations towards serious game engine improvements that were desperately needed. Bethesda has had alot of struggles but I feel they have always tried to do the best they can, even if the final result is middling.

I am also not a Todd hater. Even if he's not necessarily the best game designer, he has a lot of heart and passion and seems to genuinely care about Bethesda and its employees. I am glad he seems to have a genuinely good relationship with Microsoft and I have high hopes for Bethesda's future in the long term.

All that said, there are just certain changes that can happen when "Hollywood comes knocking" per se., even if most of the main creative decisions still come from Bethesda. TV shows can be fantastic and lauded with praise but if they are based on an established property with established lore, they often ultimately go in creative directions which negates the lore and other non-TV entries in the series.

Just look at GOT. It started off amazingly, and GRR Martin had a direct hand in all the early series. It was the best show on TV until suddenly GRR was no longer involved directly and the show runners started making their own decisions. They started ignoring established lore and making "changes and improvements" which nose dived the series by the end.

Perhaps I am paranoid, but I can see something similar happening to Fallout if the show is big and keeps getting new series. Furthermore, I hold a deep dread that TES may be next. Just think, how many people talk about GOT anymore? How many people are hyped for the next book(s) in the series? The books didn't get bad right? Only the TV show did.

But that's my point. If Fallout or TES have these big smash initial hits on TV but begin to fail after a while, it damages the series as a whole, not just the TV show. Don't get me wrong, I'd love to see TES/Fallout TV shows be nothing but great. I just worry as I've been hearing of major major lore changes being made by the Fallout show. These changes are irrevocable and utterly change the lore of that series, and not necessarily for the better. I'll try to refrain from further judgment on that, but I'll leave with this question:

What if TES had a super quality and popular TV show which negated large parts of pre-Oblivion lore? Suddenly, due to the show, innumerable people/places/things which were iconic to the TES series were no longer around or perhaps not even canon anymore? What if those things were just lost or written off for the sake of a TV show?

As a fan of TES, and maybe even of that TV show, how would that make you feel?

I'm am not trying to stir controversy here, but I think we as a fandom need to have more public discussions about this. We also need to be prepared to not dump on any new changes to the series or lore without giving them a fair shake. Something being "new and different" does mean its awful. Changes can be good or bad but they must be carefully considered.

I hope this new Fallout show's premiere will provide us a good chance to consider the future of TES media and lore outside the games before any changes are announced or made.

[destinysbounty]

This feels like a no-brainer, but since the very beginning Ninjago's biggest strength in terms of writing is its ability to craft memorable and compelling characters. This was part of the reason why I and a lot of other people were a bit wary about Dragons Rising before its release - people, myself included, were questioning if it could ever really feel like Ninjago if it decided to switch focus to a new cast. If they could conceivably introduce a new generation of ninja that would ever be able to match up to the old cast in terms of likeability and engagement. The core of Ninjago has always been the found family, after all - how could any sequel ever hope to compare to the original if it didnt focus on the og found family in question?

Well to my delight, we seem to all have been worried over nothing. Sure, the old cast does still carry the story in a lot of ways - looking at you, Lloyd - but i feel like the story can stand up well enough without them. Arin, Sora, and Wyldfyre are all strong characters in their own right, and if the ninja all permanently left the series at one point in the future i feel confident that plenty of people would still stick around to watch the new team's adventures (though ill be honest, the new team just doesnt feel complete without Lloyd as their dad mentor).

And yknow, its nice to see Ninjago regain its footing again, especially after Wildbrain. By no means am i trying to throw shade at Wildbrain, i love Wildbrain and it holds a special place in my heart, but i also wont hesitate to admit that its character writing kinda started to falter a bit. So to see Ninjago get back into the swing of writing strong, engaging, and lovable new characters again, while also giving the old characters a fresh coat of paint and some much-needed character development...its nice.

This seems to reflect itself in the way people talk about DR, too. Ive seen plenty of criticism thrown its way, but one of the aspects that ive seen the least amount of criticism for is probably the character writing. People will comment on plotholes and animation issues, but ive encountered much fewer people with something negative to say about the characters. Which, in my opinion, is exactly how a Ninjago series should be.

So yeah id say DR is pretty good

[hollybrookee]

Excerpt from Steve vs the World with cool enderman anatomy

[one of my fav scenes to write hehe]

“I'm leaving now. Have fun with the rest of this exam Nightingale. Fair warning, this one throws punches,” Steve snipped with a bitter expression.

Nightingale lifted his intense gaze from his patient`s wounds and his face morphed into something akin of ill masked panic. Steve turned on his heel towards the exit but came to face with a woman knocking at the slightly opened door. He startled at the intrusion.

A drowned nurse with a neat braid and powder blue scrubs presented a sheet of paper to the phantom with a green hand. “Doctor Nightingale, the blood panel came back for this patient.”

The doctor promptly stood and crossed the room. “Steve, stay,” he ordered as he passed the indignant human frozen from almost bumping into a member of the hospital staff.

“Nightingale, are you serious?” Steve murmured to him in frustration.

He placed a hand on Steve`s shoulder and leaned into his ear. “I have an idea but I need you to stay put,” he whispered.

Atticus blinked rapidly. He seemed to be recovering from the shock.

“You took my blood?” Atticus incriminated after recovering from the revelation that he had yet again been violated in the eyes of medicine and the law. He struggled to sit up again with a scowl. He didn’t get very far.

The night doctor accepted the document and scanned the report. “Not the only samples I took. Been checking your blood oxygen content regularly and we took radiographs shortly after you arrived, found a cracked rib, nothing too severe so don’t you worry about that, and then signs of acute pneumonia which is pretty common in endermen experiencing humid climates or rain for the first time. It's nothing we can’t treat. I’ve already started you on oxygen, which you are going back on, by the way.” The doctor pointed at the respiration machine and its face mask. He continued to study the pages.

Atticus seemed…overwhelmed, but Nightingale didn't let this cease his medical jargon rambling.

“We've started you on an antibiotic via IV so your lungs should be free and clear of fluid soon. The antibiotic is called azithromycin and we have you on a pretty hefty dose so don't be alarmed if you start to experience nausea, G.I. upset, loss of appetite, headaches, or dizziness. These are all normal side effects, but just let me know if they happen. This med can be pretty heavy on the body but it's better than going septic so we're gonna cut our losses, yeah?” the doctor rambled at the downed soldier trapped in the confines of his temporary bed.

Atticus looked horrified at the unknown treatments. “What’s a radiograph?”

Nightingale ceased his scrutinizing of the results to address the room once more. He nodded and began to take a more gentle approach to his explanation.

“Right, new to the overworld, I always forget our improvements in modern medicine are a bit more, shall we say advanced? Then the End or Nether. In short, our redstone engineers and leading researchers, I was on the team actually, created an ‘X-Ray’ machine that generates electromagnetic radiation and channels it through the body to create an image. Essentially, it helps us see what’s inside of you without having to cut you open to find out. Just the wonders of devoting research into its practical applications as opposed to a war effort I suppose. And very helpful for your diagnosis might I add,” the doctor spoke animatedly with his hands. He returned his gaze back to the paper to further interpret the findings.

“And you did that to me?” Atticus’ eyes were wide with distress and his mouth hung open. The enderman was panting. He was hyperventilating. Steve recoiled at the pitiful sight. He kinda felt for the guy. Probably because once upon a time he was in the same boat, a terrified patient of Dr. Nightingale’s in an unfamiliar city with an uncertain future.

“Oh relax,” Nightingale dismissed his anxieties with a nonchalant wave of his hand.

He flipped through the pages and scanned the data. He hummed at random intervals. Nightingale clicked his tongue as he traced a finger down the paper to follow each of the levels printed on the page. His finger paused at a number and the clicking ceased. He looked solemn.

“Low CBC,” Nightingale enunciated. He tapped the page with the pen several times. He was stalling.

The doctor looked up at the enderman, making eye contact with the respirator next to his head instead of his eyes. “I had a hunch.”

“And?” Atticus pressed through his unsteady breaths.

“I was debriefed by the proper authorities when you were taken into custody and I was informed I would be treating you,” the doctor began apprehensively, “each account said that one of the enderman, I’m referring to you, by the way, didn’t teleport out of harm's way. Your results indicate cytopenia, low CBC if you will.” Nightingale chose his next words with utmost care.

“An Enderman’s cardiovascular system, unlike other species, contains an extra organ. Their ender pearl is connected to their heart by an extra vein stemming from their superior vena cava.” The doctor pointed a finger at his own chest in a demonstration. “The pearl is responsible for much of the enderman’s hematopoiesis instead of relying on bone marrow. It’s also responsible for an enderman’s ability to teleport via a blood process where the blood cells go through a semipermeable membrane to the outside of their skin, then evaporate, except this happens at light speed. Similar to osmosis in other species with water but in enderman we get something similar with their blood, and this is the fun part, this quick process of moving blood cells from one place to another triggers a quantum reaction.”

Nightingale snapped his fingers. He was getting more excited with each sentence. It was candid that Nightingale was passionate about his work. He loved spilling science lessons into a room and always has. The phantom continued his ramble, “hence, the ability to teleport. With your pearl being damaged, your body is being deprived of blood cells and your cardiovascular system can’t function without that pearl being in tip-top shape. This explains why you’ve been experiencing fatigue, headaches, lightheadedness… But it also explained why you didn’t teleport. You couldn’t.”

Doctor Nightingale pushed his glasses up with his pointer finger then tapped the ballpoint pen onto the stack of papers again. “Science,” he added proudly.

[swordsandholly]

that Johnny rugby player au is fineee, omg! but also like do you think of writing something with Kyle someday? like I love him so much and I always adore the way that you specifically write him and I don’t see a lot of fics with him, sadly

but yeah like just a thought please I don’t want this ask to come off as like me trying to like demand it, i’m just curious hehe like I said before I love what you write is always amazing!! 💖💋

Ive been so hyper focused on poly 141 that I don’t have a ton of individual fics rn. I do have one that I started months ago that’s kind of angsty where Kyle loses a leg and has to go to prosthesis/physical therapist reader but I worry it’s too sad for our pretty boy

Some other ideas I have in my not started works note:

Bartender Kyle x Server Reader

News reporter x cameraman- just thinking about Kyle being a flirty cameraman and telling reader how pretty she is while she pretends to be annoyed

SoapGaz - Ex bf Kyle is pissed about reader dating Johnny. Poly shit ensues

Not Kyle specific just a general idea: Reader is walking in a park and thinks a man is following her. She’s jumpy and smacks him with her overfilled purse - has to take him to the hospital

I love this boy sm so yeah there will def be more Kyle in the future. Plus he’s pretty central in cherry bomb tbh

[kibblemaniac]

april thoughts

just a general "how ive been doing" mostly with my art sense my art is my life

.. i say art is my life, but i havent drawn at all in the past few days lolol. i havent been doing too great this year.

well, im a bit unhappy with the lack of responses the follower survey got, but i guess it makes sense. i promised it would be out in december and i didnt finish it until this month. people probably forgot about it like i did. idk how to lock the survey so if you read this and go look for the link you can still do it, but i probably wont be checking it often. i did get some good info like where most of my followers come from, how i should price my comms, etc etc. if i remember to ill make another one next year with more questions. a lot of people who took the survey said they wanted a discord server. id like to connect with you all but to be honest im a bit hesitant to make something like that because im not very active on discord and am very lazy.

i guess the reason why i havent drawn a lot this year, specifically illustrations, is cuz im lacking a lot of inspo. i just havent been too happy with my art and not really sure why. i figured if i had more inspo id be drawing more, but ive always had trouble paying attention to stuff like movies or shows or stuff like that. and i specify taking inspo from media like that bc i dont want to take too much inspo from other online artists. i think if you take too much inspo from your peers you end up just creating the same stuff over n over, you need a wide range of inspo to create something new. though, that lack of inspiration definitely isnt helped by my pinterest account getting deactivated for no reason! social media addiction is real, ive been having serious pinterest withdrawals lolol. but yeah i have a long list of things i want to read and stuff i want to watch that i havent even scrapped the surface of. will be a long long time b4 i finish that list, and by the time im done ill probably have another list of stuff ready to go.

on the topic of media, the last films i watched were colin armistead's "angelic kitty miracle-chan" and "enternet". armistead's filmwork reminds me of the phrase "art disturbs the comforted and comforts the disturbed". ive seen a lot of backlash for both his kitty film, as well as his previous film "bonehead". i do not agree with people who think mircale-chan is supposed to be "transphobic" or "mean spirited". i found myself in the main character of alex, as someone who enjoys anime and self isolates and is trans, and by the comments on the youtube upload a lot of other people did too. my only critique is that it just didnt live up to my expectations, that just not a lot happened in it. but its a 7 minute student film, so its a bit limited in what it can do anyways. i think if it had a longer run time and went more into depth about alex's life, it would have been much more compelling.

back to art, ive been thinking about it and i think i know why i wasnt able to finish raw!fruit or butterfly in flower garden. i have this tendency to overestimate what i can do, come up with a lot of cool ideas, but am not really great at executing those ideas. i take a while to draw, even doodles can take me like, at least a day or two, so when it comes to larger projects a lot of the time it takes so long i end up noticing flaws in my own work and those flaws make me feel too depressed to finish the damn thing. i think for my first venture into comic work, i should downsize into a oneshot. maybe even practice drawing single page comics before i work on something that requires multiple pages. and it should also be something pretty simple in concept. bifg was supposed to be simple, but i kept thinking of ideas and writing and stuff like that, that it became its own beast. hopefully one day.

on a more personal note, im a bit worried about my future. i made it a new years resolution to get a job this year, and i still havent gotten one 4 months in. i sorta lost interest.. ill try to get one for the summer cuz thats coming up soon, though to be honest idk if ill be able to survive it. i struggle a lot with loud/painful noises, bright lights, social interaction, etc etc... but ill try my best. i might try to do comms if i just cant do it. im graduating high school and turning 18 this year, 2 events im not really looking forward to. part of my brain stills think im a middle schooler, so being reminded that im not is like, idk shocking??? just dont really have much of a plan, not much hope, but ill live anyways.

uhh other stuff thats too small to have their own paragraphs uhhh. i started a new flightrising account, its toasterhair if you want to send a friend request. uhh ive been trying to exercise more, nothing too big just a little bit of cardio to keep my heart beating. i was somewhat more sociable at my last cooking class than i usually am, so yay me thats one of my goals to be more social. and uhh my grandma is gonna teach me how to sew soon hopefully and were gonna fix up this one sweater of mine that has a bunch of holes. thats really all i can think of, hope youre all doing well !

[qoldenskies]

Omg I just read the entirety of the canary continuity and I love it so much! I was crying so hard by the time I was done with it!

Also, I feel so bad for all the brothers, especially Leo, Raph and Mikey. Not only is their brother hurt, physically and mentally, but they can't even do anything cause it was (unintentionally) their fault. Their relationship has broken, and they can't even fix it, because not only would Donnie think that they are lying about being nice again when they try to help, he can't even see them before having a panic attack, thinking that they are going to hurt him (or worse, kill him).

I can't wait to see what would happen in the future chapters!

hi!!! im so glad you enjoyed!! >:D

honestly ive been rolling around the particular angst with the other three in my head, and i've been excited to dive deeper into them and how they're handling it but i need to get through a particular part of the story before i can properly switch to their povs, but you better bet it'll be happening!!!

its the pain of not being able to show him the kindness and gentleness he deserves after everything that happens to him. despite his fear and initial trepidation, he practically folds into april and splinter when they reach for him, and he panics when he sees them leave, and he uses them as a lifeline when he's scared. already twice now they've talked him down from a spiral of panic and comforted him (although theyve been unable to do it when the others are around, so they always have to make them leave. even when they dont want to!) and it's somewhat established that it's not even normally how donnie responds to trauma. he usually needs a while to sit and process before he can come for comfort, and trying to push him does not work at All, but now more than anything all that he wants and needs is the affection they CANT GIVE HIM because he's utterly terrified of them, even though its ultimately the most important thing for him right now. more than anything donnie wants his brothers to keep him safe, but he thinks they're gone, and he doesn't know when the curse started, or what part of it was how they truly feel and what part of it was the curse speaking; and even if he did, they are a trigger to him and there's nothing he can do about it.

and for raph and mikey in particular, who are so tactile and affectionate (and are just as comforted by affection as the person theyre trying to comfort in most cases) its fucking devastating. with leo with his hidden low self esteem its still awful for him, but he knows what this feels like, he's only acting so different because he can't fall back on his old coping mechanisms; because they're the thing that HURT donnie, because the curse weaponized them, so he's turning to anger (in ME he is intentionally trying to start fights because he wants to be yelled at LOL) and trying to stay productive instead. but raph and mikey generally have always had the impression of themselves that they're Good People (mikey is very confident and he hasn't really been disillusioned at all yet, and raph is someone i see to be very secure in the idea that he's a good person, which can sometimes make taking responsibility/handling guilt difficult for him. although he matures substantially around the time of the movie) so its just. shattering.

mikey never saw himself CAPABLE of doing something this horrible (he's just a kid! sometimes he struggles to see past himself!) and with raph it was a confirmation of his worst insecurity; to some extent he has always seen donnie and mikey as so much more fragile than him (he does canonically understand that donnie is very sensitive/takes rejection super seriously, and he worries about hurting his feelings. ty donnie's gifts for the brains and brawn fuel i use you so liberally), and especially when he was younger he grappled with this fear of hurting them badly on accident (and he probably had in play before), and even with the self-restraint he displayed under the curse, he still caused all this CARNAGE... and there's nothing he can do about it. donnie can't even hear his voice right now without screaming. they both need to comfort in order to feel comforted and that's been ripped away from them, and they're doing so fucking awful. cannot wait to write their povs honestly i have a lot of ideas >:)

[fabledferns]

I would love to try printing my own design on a shirt like you did! Could you please possibly make a guide on how you did it?

absolutely i can!! this is gonna get a bit long so im gonna put the full tutorial under a read more LOL

ALSO disclaimer: i’m making this tutorial with the assumption that whoever is reading it already kinda knows the basics of relief printing! BUT if anyone would like me to post a more basic tutorial about that, i would be happy to <3

1. the block!! i used the Inovart Eco Karve Printing Plates (very similar to the Speedball Speedy Carve Blocks, just a bit cheaper). but you can use linoleum, wood, etc. this was my first time ever printing on fabric and since it turned out so well i’ll probably stick to using this type of block in the future LOL but linoleum and wood do work! it mostly depends on personal preference and budget

2. i highly recommend doing a test print! both to prime the block a bit and to see if there’s any spots you missed (you can see a lot of chatter on the first test print that i got rid of)

3. the ink! i used the Speedball Fabric and Paper ink. it’s the only one i’ve tried for fabric, but i do recommend the speedball brand in general! whatever ink you use, make sure it’s for block printing, for fabric, and read the instructions

when getting your ink, i found that i ended up needing a bit more ink than i do printing on paper

you can either ink your print now or on step 5 if you’re worried about it drying out

4. prepare your shirt! try to get a shirt with the least amount of texture possible for the best results (not knitted, ribbed, etc). get yourself some cardboard to put in the shirt while you print, it’s supposed to be mainly to keep ink from bleeding but i feel like it also gives a better surface to print on

5. layersssss! shirt down first, flatten out where you want to print. then the block, and if you’re using a press, then the felt thing (it probably has a name)

usually printing on paper the block is laid down and the paper on top of it, fabric is the opposite!

6. printing! so for this i am obviously using a press (the Woodzilla Hand Press, highly recommend if you’re really getting into printmaking and have the money!!) if you’re using the press, after putting the top down, tuck the shirt under the lever. otherwise it’ll make marks in the shirt when you press down that will probably go away, but better safe than sorry

if you don’t have a press, no worries!! it just takes a bit more time and patience. use an old rolling pin or put a giant book on top and press! the bigger the print, the harder it is to print consistently. do your best to add enough pressure and make it even. even with the press, i usually put all my body weight into it

whatever method you’re using, use ALL YOUR MIGHT to print it!!!! too much pressure is better than not enough imo

7. TADA!! a (hopefully) perfect print!! if it’s not, don’t panic! i can’t attest for other brands, but ive been able to clean the ink out of misprinted shirts and print on them again. i washed them out in the sink to get as much ink out as possible (i used cold water, but to be so honest i have no idea if hot or cold water would work better). then use some sort of stain remover and just fucking. douse it. i used a Shout! spray for this. let it sit for however long the instructions say, wash it, and it should come out! it even worked for a light pink shirt for me, i can’t say for sure if it would work with white though

and that’s my guide!! hopefully i explained everything alright and people find it helpful <3 i’m happy to answer any other questions anyone might have! i am also pretty new to this though, so there is definitely some stuff i don’t know lol

[samieree]

Scandalous || Michael Jackson

Michael Jackson x OC

-> Chapter IV ''A kiss'' -> general masterlist -> Michael Jackson masterlist

Chapter V ''Would you like to...?''

It was... hard. Hard to say how she feels after passionate kissing - just for the music video, but with a person she had some feelings for. It was a bit funny, when she reminded herself that she had kind-of-a-crush on him since she was fifteen. That's when 'Thriller' was published. She skipped school with her best friend Christine and spent her savings on the vinyl. It was totally worth it, but she still remembers how her father scolded her, when she listened to the same song for like... two hours.

Yeah... That could get not only on his nerves, but neighbours also. I remember fighting with him over that vinyl, because he had enough of listening to the same songs a few days in a row. In the end, I promised to not play them when he's at home (worth mentioning, that he was often at work).

But... One day he asked me to play this. And he danced and sang with me. One of the happiest days in my life.

She was really happy for a moment. In the moments, when she realised how much she has, how her younger self could only dream about it. Even if her little crush wouldn't change in anything more in the future, she still would have a wonderful friend, and a priceless memory to cherish. And she had a career. Enough money not to worry about the next days, weeks, months, years even. She had a wonderful companion always waiting for her at home, fans, team... Yet all of this had no worth when her mind turned towards him.

Billy.

One of the most - if not the most - important people in her team. Someone trusted with her career, one of the people responsible for her image. Taking care of her contracts, finances, shows and tours, and many more things... Yet she despised him.

His hand moving down her arm, slowly sliding the strap of her bra, while whispering in her ear how he adores her. Other hand holding on her chin, turning her head to face him, because she was turning it away... "I knew you would become a star... Since that moment in that cafe" His nose softly touching hers, she could feel his breath on her lips and she knew he was looking at them. "I created you, I deserve something in return, don't I?" His hand holding hers, moving it to his-

"Damn him...!" Rosalie thought of it again, while sitting in the bathtub. Hot water was pouring from the rainshower. Hot enough to create thick steam that was already in the whole bathroom. She heard some scratching on the doors. Not caring of the water still flowing and that she'll water the floor, she got up and out of the tub, just to open the doors for Lady, and close them again just as the cat walked in.

And then she got back in the tub. Hot water burned her skin and scalp, hair plastered to her back and face.

His hands moved over her nape and down the back, as if tracing her spine. She shivered, but not because of excitement, but terror in her heart. It wasn't the first time, she shouldn't feel anything anymore. She should have gotten used to it. But every time she felt more and more terrified that he would take another step and touch her most intimate part. That he would desecrate her even there. Ruin every love she could possibly feel in the future.

My father would kill him if he knew. I think Michael would too. Back then it wouldn't be called rape, because that wasn't sex, he didn't touch my... and didn't put his... we all know. Even today it might not have been classified like that. As If I wasn't forced to... It's still hard for me to even write about it, but I know it's important. It can happen to everyone, no matter who you are and how safe you think you are. It was especially hard for me then, not only because of what I mentioned a moment ago, but also because he didn't use strength. 'Just' threatened me. Then it would be 'just' sexual assault. And a big scandal and image problem for me. Combining it with my feeling of loneliness in this... I was equally afraid of going to court as about the next time he'll touch me.

"One to ten years... But in reality?" she muttered to herself, closing her eyes and trying not to cry.

In reality, it was possible that no one would believe her. That he would have gotten an even lighter sentence. Maybe even probation. Or maybe he would have been acquitted altogether, if no one had believed her and she would lose everything. His life also wouldn't be the sweetest after such accusations, but apparently, society takes such cases much easier on men than women.

What she saw some times in the newspapers? 'There was no violence', 'She didn't try to run', 'We can't ruin his life basing on words and weak evidence', 'That's not a rape', 'That's not an abuse'. Worth mentioning, that 'weak evidence' described in the article wasn't weak in her eyes. But in judge's was.

Rosalie just felt... Powerless. That she could do nothing. Nothing but write songs.

No one would ever hear them anyway, but at least her emotions could even get a little bit out. Sometimes she would play them on her guitar, ending up sobbing after the first chorus. Billy once flipped through the notebook in which she wrote lyrics. And ripped away the page with lyrics he really didn't like. About injustice, pain, helplessness and work, everything she had to bear. Things that were happening to her just because she was a woman. She got this ripped out page from the bin anyway, and put it back in the notebook.

Good he didn't find the song in which she calls him a devil, following her like a shadow.

Some of those songs she knew by heart already. Even better than her biggest hit.

Rosalie didn't know how much time she had been in the bathtub, deep in the thoughts. But suddenly she heard Lady meowing loudly and scratching and the doors again.

"What is it? It's too hot for you here, sweetie?" she said, her voice breaking a little. Eventually, with a sigh she got up and out of the tub. Again, to open the doors. But Lady didn't want to walk out, instead, she looked at Rosalie with her big eyes. "What?"

Lady meowed again and then Rosalie realised what she meant. Phone rang. Probably for some time now, so she quickly turned off water and grabbed a bathrobe, putting it on as she walked quickly to the living room.

"Hello?" she was wondering who it could be, but then she glanced at the clock: 1 a.m.

God, how long was she sitting in the bathroom? It surely wasn't even midnight as she got in, maybe not even 11 p.m....

And there was only one person who could be casually calling her on this hour, but before she got to ask, the person spoke:

"Applehead to Rosie, do you copy?" Michael. Of course it's him.

She chuckled, though still wasn't in a good mood. Lady was purring and brushing against her leg, as if she knew who Rosalie was talking to. Rosie sat down on the couch, not caring that her whole hair was wet, her feet left traces on the floor, and the bathrobe was already also wet. Lady quickly jumped on her knees and laid comfortably, curling up into a ball of fluff.

"Hear you loud and clear." she answered, trying to bring a light tone to her voice, but - taking into account his reaction - failed.

"You alright?" he asked, hearably a worried tone sneaking into his voice. "Did something happen?"

"A horrible evening. First I burned chicken, then I hit the dresser with my little finger, then Lady found herself a new bed - in my ruined dress..." here Lady looked up at Rosie, as if saying 'Excuse me?', because none of what she said was true. "...and now... And now you called." she finished, joking, this time faking a light tone well.

"Ouch, that hurt my soul." he went along with the joke, but remained suspicious. "Gonna call you out in the next song for that."

"And how will you title it? 'Broken Call, Broken Heart'?" she teased. Maybe it's good he phoned? Instead of sitting in the tub and wasting water, she'll get at least a little bit of comfort. And forget for a short while.

When she couldn't sleep, to get her thoughts to focus on something and eventually drift into sleep, she would play 'The Lady in My Life' or 'Liberian Girl' and most times it worked. Especially when Lady came and laid next to her, nudging Rosalie to hold her - yeah... She liked to sleep with her, she didn't even try to free herself from the hug often.

"Maybe. But simply 'heartbroken' would work as well." he answered and silence fell between them.

Michael - typically for him - couldn't sleep in the night, that's why he called - but that wasn't the only reason. But he didn't know how to start the topic... He wanted to ask her out without asking her out. Like... You could treat it as a date, but didn't have to.

But how to say it? Hanging out with people you have no romantic feelings with is easier. A lot easier. You don't think about how to put things on your mind in words, you just say it with no care.

And now... Especially that Rosalie was clearly not in a good mood, though she tried to hide it... But if he doesn't do it now, he'll think of it all night, and next day, and next, and again, and again... Come on Michael, why one day you can flirt without problems and next you're afraid to ask a simple question?

"Hey, I just thought... Have you ever been to Disney World?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

She frowned, though he obviously couldn't see that. That... That definitely wasn't something she expected to hear at over 1 a.m. Though she knew he liked to go to Disneyland, such a proposition never crossed her mind.

"You do know we are currently in New York, right? And still have work." she said cautiously, she didn't want to sound rude, just... serious, taking into account their current position.

"And you do know, there are such things as planes? Even private planes!" she rolled her eyes at that. "And who's to decide when is a day - or two - off, if not the employers?" he pointed out.

She didn't say anything for a long moment. She actually was thinking about it. Going there, with him... It probably won't be peaceful, as people will surely recognize him, but at least they'll spend some time together, away from work. And away from Billy. Well, he has to know where she will be and how long, but he won't be there... So far away, just the two of them (not counting the security...).

Michael's heart was suddenly beating faster. The longer she didn't say anything, the more stressed he was, playing nervously with the phone line.

"A bit above two hours and we have Cinderella Castle in sight. So?" he added, couldn't wait more in the silence.

"So maybe four days off? I'll manage to get to my father's birthday without trying to get through the traffic jam to the other side of the city?"

Every year I wait for my father's birthday. Ever since I was little and my mother was no longer with us. Because on that day I could do something for him, and he couldn't complain. Couldn't say that I shouldn't worry about anything, that he'll manage, that I should have childhood.

When I started working in the cafe I was even happier, because alongside handmade things, I could buy him something, help him. And since I released a successful album, nothing else brought me more joy than helping him with this money. I saw he didn't want to admit it, because he was the man, my father, he was supposed to provide for me, not the other way around...

But he and mother took care of me when I couldn't, when they brought me into the world. He is my father, who else than me is supposed to take care of him, when he needs this? I love him, he loves me, it's easy.

I remember, when coming home he almost always brought me a sweet roll, blueberry bun or any other sweet. Every time it brought me much joy, and as much happiness gives me every moment I can do something for him. And after a long talk, he finally seems to accept that.

I can't wait to see him.

"It's okay with me, as long as you pass to your father a 'happy birthday' from me." at first he wanted to say: 'as long as I'm invited too', but quickly decided against it. It's not the right moment yet...

For now, he got to get her to go to Disney World with him. He couldn't be happier. Well, if she told him why she sounds sad, he might have been happier, because he could look for a way to cheer her up, solve her problem... But maybe she'll tell him on the flight, or in the car, or in the park. If she wants to.

~Author's note~

If I got anything about the effective law back then wrong, please, tell me, and I will check it again and correct accordingly  Actually, if anything is not history accurate you may point it out, I try to make it realistic 💕

[insociometry]

Curiosity has wiggled its way into my brain ~ if MC thinks there might be a chance (even just a tiny one) that the boys are part of organized crime or the mafia or whatever .... why do they still trust them? Is it because they're so normal and dont seem dangerous? Or maybe MC doesnt care (dont ask dont tell?)

It just seems like MC has some history that might make them more hesitant to get close to someone that might pose a threat in the future (a rich and powerful individual with a grudge is a terrifying enemy to have). It makes me wonder if that might come up in the next chapter.

Alternatively, you havent thought about that yet and now ive left you feeling conflicted 😂 I think when all else fails, blame it on them being soulmates (MC cant help but trust them and vice versa).

Also also! I cant believe MC had two seperate chances to stumble upon Stray Kids and just ... wrote them off. If that song had been just a little louder, that billboard or whatever just a little bigger, maybe ...

Anyways, sorry for the long ask. Hope you have a nice day!

To be honest at this point it’s just because she 1) likes them, and 2) doesn’t think about it anymore! Earlier on, trying to figure out who they were was a big part of her thoughts about them, but a combination of affection and her general sort of air-headed-ness (I say that with love) means MC has gone from thinking, “This is Changbin, who might be wealthy or dangerous or scary or mob or chaebol”, to, “This is Changbin, who is my friend and recommends me movies and lent me his jacket once.” You’re absolutely right that she should be more cautious, especially considering her past! SKZ are sketchy as hell!!! But in spite of everything, she’s a weirdly trusting person? It’s a core part of her character; she loves fearfully but recklessly at the same time 😅

I KNOWWWWW RIGHT!!! MC’s character actually changed a lot in the planning stages of this story specifically to draw the identity reveal out as long as possible — so making her someone who doesn’t pay attention to her surroundings, forgets things easily, doesn’t question SKZ’s identities, forgets to worry about it, doesn’t listen to music… It’s the funny writing thing where I’ve made all these decisions consciously for the sake of the plot, but sometimes I am still like… how is she not seeing it… (⬅️ woes of the perpetrator)

Never apologize for long asks; they are my sustenance 😊 Thank you for reading and for all your questions! 💛