#and it makes stuff really difficult for him

[theaxolotlkween]

Okay. So. I had to process this information. I think I'm still processing it a bit, not as much as I was initially, but like. Fucking hell.

So first I feel like I need to start with the obvious. I know that this is fiction. When I describe the experiences and stuff as if it is real, I am aware that this is fiction. That this never actually happened. But it's more in the spirit of the fact that, by participating in the story, you kind of become a character. So I guess I'm writing it from a "character" perspective, but also from a third person perspective a bit as well? I also might not entirely understand what exactly this is saying, I have been having some neurological issues lately. Also spoilers for The Social Experiments, obviously. Anyway, here we go.

I've been wanting to talk about the experience of having participated in The Social Experiments for quite some time now. It's been hard to put into words because I don't exactly remember them, but I remember mostly how I felt at the time. I don't know exactly if I can explain it, either—I've never exactly been the best at quantifying my feelings and my memory's gotten a bit screwy since then, so bear with me here. But so far I've not forgotten the feelings I felt, especially if I rewatch the actual VODs. I remember being a bit confused at first at the comedy aspect of it. It can be difficult to remember that there was a time before TSE, that there was a time before we knew exactly how things worked, what exactly the story was, not knowing about the Founder or the Hetch, all of that, back when the Lostfield Incident was being teased and talked about and theorised on, all that. But there was. I remember some emotional ups and downs at first, loving the comedy, Christian Hell is still one of my favourite jokes, frustration at that one tube puzzle in episode two (did it break? I think it broke), and then there was that gut punch of a finale. I don't remember if this is how it actually went, because unfortunately I can't find any chat messages from myself in the VOD, I think I was just too shocked to process it and type anything. Again, I am not the greatest at expressing feelings. But this is what I remember happening:

I remember feeling shocked, maybe a bit betrayed. We did everything right, didn't we? The Hero found the button! They should've exited! Why was this happening? Did we do something wrong?

I remember the choices. Live or Die. Well, obviously the choice is Live, right? We've been trying to save the Hero all this time, surely we're meant to pick Live? But... Die is there. Why is there Die? The chat exploded with a way to save the Hero; get it 50/50. Break the game, try to take control, to do something! Of course, no one knew at the time how accurate the vote was. No one knew at the time that there could never be a true 50/50. There was not a secret third option, no way that we could save him, nothing we could choose other than Live or Die.

I remember thinking, even in my blind hope that there was something we could do, wait, this doesn't make sense. What would us getting the vote to 50/50 even do? Was that even a real option? It didn't make sense. And then the Hetch dropped the bomb. There was no saving them. Not really. Not in the way we wanted to. The Hero could Live, forced for eternity to be put into these experiments, these stories. Bound to a fate of life eternal in this endless (not Christian) hell. Or, at least, until he no longer had a use. Or, we could kill them. We could end this. But he would Die. There wasn't an escape from this.

I don't remember if I initially picked Live. I don't think I did, but I can't remember. I just remember that, in the end, I picked Die. I know I did. The box slammed shut. The curtains closed. The mousetrap went off. And this time there wasn't a piece missing.

And that's how I learned that I was capable of killing someone if it came down to it. Great lesson to take away from all this, definitely information to learn about oneself, thank you RanbooLive! Or, I guess canonically, the Founder? The Hetch??? Idk. Either one of them, I suppose. It was a bit of a team effort kind of? Not really? Anyway...

I tend to joke a lot about TSE as "that one time I killed someone live on Twitch", and the tape of The Founder's Cut I bought is "the home video of that one time I killed someone live on Twitch" because, honestly, yeah. It's a pretty fun and silly thing to say. But at that point in that story, fully immersed, I felt bad. I didn't necessarily want to kill the Hero, who had been through so much. In character, I wanted this character to know that I didn't blame him for the part he played, that I didn't think they were a monster, et cetera, et cetera. Of course, when TFC came out, the ending hurt even more. If being there was a gut punch, then TFC removed my rib cage and its associated organs with that swing.

That, I think, brings us to now. All this information. I have been focusing mostly on the Hero in having to process this, because even though if you think about TFG, the Audience is responsible for all the deaths just by watching, but the Hero's death is the only one I feel culpable for. All the other information here is sickening as well. From the perspective of someone that is observing the story as an observer and one of whom's special interests is storytelling and being a sucker for those involving the nature of choice, I love this. I love how sickening this is.

However, from the point of view of someone who was there, someone who tried to save this person in the only way he knew how, from the point of view of my, well, character, I guess, it made me ill. It made me a little angry. I might be reading this wrong, because yeah, I might be reading thing wrong, anyone is capable of doing so, but to me the implication is that the Hero's corpse is still being used. Maybe I'm confusing the concept of "every time you watch TSE the story happens again" with the concept of "the Hero's corpse is now being puppeted in other shows and stuff too", because that's a thing that could be going on. But it got me thinking, did my choices actually matter? Did I really make the right choice? Can there be a right choice if you don't have all the information? If you don't know what all the consequences will be? There was never any way to save the Hero, though. Not really. Their brain was full of wires, and his mask was sewn onto his face. There really wasn't an escape for them. There never was. Was it still the right choice, then, if his corpse is still being used, Frank-style? At least they aren't alive for it, right?

My actual self, the one obsessed with stories and how they work and are told and the philosophy of choice, is, of course, eating this all up. My "character" self, the one part of the Audience and involved in GenLoss, is, of course, disgusted and maybe even angry. But that's the beauty of Generation Loss, isn't it? You get to be a character, an active participant in a story, one of many, and you get to be here, too. Maybe the reason it's hard to explain my feelings about Generation Loss because it's not really something I've experienced before. Active involvement in a story that hits all the right beats for me. Not just reading or watching, but doing. Participating.

So, thanks for that story two years ago that completely changed my brain chemistry and that I wrote this long-ass post about. I can't wait to see what's in store in Gen 0, and the rest of the story. I have a lot of other thoughts about Generation Loss that I could infodump about, thoughts that I can only say, "hey, someone should make a video essay about that" about it's me, I'm the someone that should make a video essay about that

Also we know that the symbol is called the hetch now so that's cool.

Now, here's a couple GenLoss drawings I did awhile back because I like these a lot and didn't have the time/energy/cognitive function to draw anything new as a reward for sticking to the end of this insufferably long post:

Happy Anniversary

[hotluncheddie]

wc: 1.6k | rated: G | tags: Fluff, getting together, recovering Eddie Munson, they're in love

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It’s Wayne’s idea first.

Eddie has to take talking again slowly, his throat ruined by the bats; some of it reconstructed and most of it heavily scarred. It’ll all return: talking and singing and silly voices. But only with time and patience.

But patience is not something that comes easy to Eddie Munson.

He seemed to take the ‘no talking’, ‘take it slow’, and ‘only do so much’ rules like it pained his soul. And they all realised quickly that asking Eddie questions to have him practise doesn't work because Eddie can never get his fully formed response out before the pain became too great. It became quickly apparent that no answer was better than something half-finished.

To help, he’d write long, sprawling journal entries, song lyrics and letters. Scratchy handwriting etched all over notebooks and loose pieces of paper, receipts, napkins and pill packets. Some he’d share, and others were squirrelled away, too honest in their pain and intensity.

But he still needed to practise; he needed to learn to speak again.

The doctors said keeping a catalogue of how he’s progressing would help with treatment; the more information available, the better they can help. To have something consistent to gauge Eddie’s ability to talk and to keep a note of the pain scale day to day or week to week. To see how far he has to go, but eventually, hopefully, to see how far he’s already come.

Dustin tries first with lines from Lord of the Rings. But the prose holds too many memories and, like the questions, too many opinions and connected tales he’s unable to voice.

Steve tries mundane stuff, like the back of the little hospital shampoo. But that quickly bores them both to tears and the idea is put away to never be spoken of again.

Robin tries asking him trivia – where do penguins live? Who was the first president? And that works for a few days, until they seem to step on some long-buried trigger, the demand too much like schoolwork, the unknown answers stinging too closely to past teachers' bitter berating of his academic failures. So trivia gets thrown out with the shampoo.

Then, one afternoon, Wayne walks in with the funnies pulled out and tucked under his arm. Spreading it out under his mug of freshly brewed coffee from home. The little grumpy Garfield looking up at Eddie from his hospital tray table.

‘I hate Mondays.’ Eddie rasps, a complex mix of frustration, relief and endearment on his face. Pain 7, words clear but slow, M most difficult because of the damage to his lower lip.

And so it goes: Garfield, pain, clearness and any details that might be important. Every day.

Steve can’t seem to let it go and becomes fixated. Garfield clearly being the answer to their problem. But more so, maybe, is the little smile the comic is able to get out of Eddie. Even on days where his pain is high and it really, really hurts him to talk, words coming near garbled, Garfield works. He talks even when he doesn’t want to, which makes him smile, small and quiet and pleased again. It’s progress.

Steve sees this, and Steve really can’t let it go. He’s a numbers guy, a bit of a stats lover – when he lets himself be honest and ignore the little voice in his head that says it’s embarrassing and he’s too dumb for all that. So he makes the chart anyway. Keeps note of when a new comic comes out and which ones Eddie’s already read. Finds old newspapers and clips the comic out of them, pilfering them from anyone who will let him – he's not above knocking on doors and asking. Not if it means Eddie might smile again, just like the very first time and so many times after.

He has a little chart for that too. A secret chart, just for him. It catalogues which lines made Eddie smile most, which made him outright laugh. Which he read when it was raining and he ached more. Which were the hardest to get out, that Steve wants him to try again one day, if just to hear him say it without the strain. Say it one day, hopefully pain-free.

Steve hopes Eddie can one day say them all with a smile and an ease, because seeing just a glimpse of it made something in Steve’s heart bright.

//

‘I’m sick of not being able to eat proper food.’ Eddie rasps, pouting. Steve is fiddling with Eddie's knuckles, drawing lines across his skin, over the dark hairs that sprout on his fingers. Steve tugs one, Eddie smiles. Cheeks dusting pink.

‘Two more weeks, then you’re released. As soon as possible after that, you come over and I make you lasagne; how about that?’ Steve says.

‘Like Garfield?’ Eddie asks, voice small, smile teasing. Steve watches him swallow, watching the scar on his neck move as he does. Steve’s fingers tingle; he wants to reach out and cup where he had to before, when they were in the upside down. Steve searching for that little bit of life, fingers slick with pooling blood. Once he’d found it, he’d ripped off his shirt and pressed it against Eddie’s neck. Steve wants to press against it now, just to feel the skin again, as it is now, raised and lumpy. But safe. Warm and dry with life.

‘Like Garfield.’ Steve smiles, his finger shifting between Eddie’s own, joints brushing, linking and locking. Almost holding hands.

//

Steve lays the table and lights a candle, smoothing his hands over his jeans and checking his hair in the reflection on the microwave again. He admitted to himself after the sixth time that it’s because he wants to look nice – make a good impression.

The doorbell goes at exactly 6pm. Steve doesn’t run, but he walks more quickly to the door than he thinks he ever has, pausing a moment to breathe and tuck a lock of hair behind his ear.

He opens the door and has to resist kissing Eddie right then and there. He tears his eyes away and waves at Wayne instead, who’s backing out of the drive in his truck.

Eddie’s using his new cane, shiny black with a silver handle. He’s wearing black Livi’s and a grey check flannel. His hair is curly and shiny as it falls over his ears but above his shoulders, trimmed shorter than Steve’s ever seen it. Steve doesn’t resist the urge to reach out and wrap his fingers around a strand, tugging lightly. (Steve knows it looks different because he read an article about curl care in the hospital waiting room. Which led to buying Eddie the nice shampoo and conditioner it recommended, partially as a welcome home gift, partially as another reason to be in the room with Eddie, with something new for them to talk about. And partially because Steve watched El try to brush Eddie’s hair for him. Steve having to look away whenever she caught a tangle, Eddie wincing, the halo of frizz around his head growing.) Steve’s fingers comb through easily, locks slipping between his knuckles.

Eddie looks at him with his big eyes and his lips slightly parted, eyelashes fluttering, and Steve has to resist kissing him all over again.

Wayne honks as he pulls off down the street. Eddie starts. Steve ushers him inside, through to the candlelit dining room table and napkins Joyce taught him to fold into swans.

‘Garfield’s favourite.’ He declares, laying the pan down between them, sauce oozing through bubbling cheese.

And Eddie’s eyes are big and brown and beautiful in the candlelight. He smiles up a him so big, Steve thinks his heart will jump right out of his chest.

He gets a little excited, serving Eddie almost a whole quarter of the dish. Handing it to him before realising, ‘Sorry, sorry, that’s way too much. Oh my god, you do not have to eat all of that.’

But Eddie smiles at him, licking some stray sauce off of his thumb. ‘S’fine, Stevie.’ And he digs in.

Steve watches Eddie, tearing a piece of garlic bread with his teeth. The movement of his jaw as he chews and swallows. The curl of his fingers around his fork.

He is here. He is beautiful.

Steve feels tears well behind his eyes. His knife clattering as it drops from his fingers. ‘Sorry, m’sorry.’ He sniffs, looking up at the ceiling and placing his fork down against the plate more quietly.

‘C’mere, Stevie.’ Eddie says gently.

Steve steps around the table, hunched and fevered, and he falls at Eddie’s feet. Knees hitting hardwood as his forehead collided with Eddie’s chest. Steve turns his head, his hair rustling against his ears, Eddie’s heartbeat coming next, solid and steady and perfect.

Steve lets his fingers crawl up Eddie’s arm, up to the scar at his throat. Holding it, palm against suture, fingers against jaw and tissue and skin.

‘You’re here.’ Steve says. Voice wet and desperate.

‘I’m here.’ Eddie whispers kindly. ‘I’m here, baby.’

And choked sob leaves Steve, wounded and animalistic, and Eddie almost died. Almost died in his arms, his hands covered in Eddie’s blood. Trying to keep his insides inside.

But he’s here, and he’s beautiful, and Steve wants Eddie to have everything he ever dreamed of, anything he didn't get time to dream of yet. Because he’s here, and he deserves it.

Eddie’s palm rests over his own, connected over his neck. The other cradling Steve’s cheek, swiping a tear away from below his lashes. Gently he pulls Steve closer, pulling him up and in.

Steve can’t resist it anymore; he can’t resist when Eddie’s so close.

He leans forward the same time Eddie does. Steve keeps his eyes open just to watch Eddie’s close; he looks blissed out and perfect. Steve lets their lips collide, dry and soft and sweet, his own eyes fluttering close. Then Eddie tilts, leaning into the hands on his neck, their noses brushing, and then there’s tongue and teeth, and Steve whines weakly, shuffling closer, chest to chest, between Eddie’s spread thighs. Exactly where he was meant to be. Meant to be here. Eddie’s here and they can be together, at last.

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[a-tangled-mermaid]

IMO Astarion is actually extremely emotionally intelligent, despite everything he's been through that should have broken that down and has to some extent.

But like... Even after 200 years of "pure shit" he's able to recognize what he's doing to the player and why, and once he cares for them he feels guilty enough to explain it to them. If you give your body to Haarlep he's the only character who recognizes how violating it is to have your body used without your consent, even if the player thinks they'll enjoy it at first. If you don't ascend him, and then set all the spawn free, he says they don't deserve to suffer just because he lured them into Cazador's clutches and recognizes that they deserve the chance he got as well.

He always respects others taking their freedom for themselves, which is a great display of empathy really. When Lae'zel or Shadowheart fight against their own oppressive masters he recognizes how difficult that is and he's proud of them.

I don't think it's just what he's learned from seducing victims for Cazador either, personally. Whatever he learned from doing that is more the kind of stuff we see from him in Act 1, the flattery and physical intimacy used to get the player on his side.

I don't think deep introspection would have been particularly helpful in his situation. Realizing how broken down he's becoming would only make it worse, it's better to delude himself that he's fine or that he deserves what's happening to him- but he doesn't. He never believes he deserves Cazador's treatment, he stays angry, angrier than any of the other companions about how they were abused. Even angrier than his siblings, which is probably why Cazador treats him especially poorly.

I think that's because he is aware the whole time that he doesn't deserve it, and it's happening anyway. That's why he's so bitter about power and heroes.

"Heroes didn't save me, Mindflayers did."

Because like... Yeah. He's right to some extent. A typical dnd hero probably would have "saved him" by killing him.

I don't think he ever truly lacks empathy or a moral compass, even in the beginning. I think it's more like he sees right and wrong perfectly clearly, and has decided from his observation of the world around him that it doesn't matter.

Power supercedes morality and justice in the end and I think that must have been hard for him. Which is why he's angry when the player tries to make him see it doesn't have to be that way.

Basically ...I've been writing a lot in Astarion's POV lately and the more I try to get in his head the less I think he was a corrupt magistrate when he was alive. I'm beginning to think he actually cared a lot about justice, and that's why he became one in the first place. My headcanon now is that instead of some unfair ruling leading to his death, it was a ruling against the powerful, and that's what got him killed.

Power over justice.

[faeriepunk]

chuckle sammy sfw + nsfw headcanons !

i fear i have become obsessed with these men. yes i'm a masc lesbian. yes i have domestic fantasies of being their trophy wife. go wild with me x

{ charlie + ted + schlatt x gn afab reader (implied to be soft/chubby), nsfw under the cut – mild puppy play, anal, rough sex }

sfw !

charlie

• the neediest of the bunch (which is a lot because they are some Needy Boys)

• is almost always following you around like a puppy when you're at home

• you swap clothes so often that you basically share a wardrobe at this point

• you have a routine for nights out where you do each other's makeup and then kiss it all off b4 you're even out the door :D

• like actually worships the ground you walk on. looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

• says i love you first <3

ted

• i agree with you all, ted is classically romantic

• opening doors, hand on the small of your back, sticky note love letters, buying you fresh flowers every week

• and he found this super cool way of preserving flowers, babe, i saw it on pinterest, do you wanna do it together...?

• date nights are him finding cute little crafts to do together, splitting a bottle of wine, making out on the couch while the glue on your macaroni art dries <3

• he buys a separate disposable camera just for photos of you

schlatt

• not as grumpy as he might seem...

• in fact he's baby boy when he's in a committed relationship

• whines when you get out of bed before him even though the man sleeps as much as a cat

• whines when you try to make your own cups of tea because that's His Job

• whines when you say you bought smth online and he didn't get a transaction notification on his phone

• he's so clingy that when you threaten to shrink him and put him in your pocket, he actually grins at you like it's an option

nsfw !

charlie

• switchy but it takes him all of ten seconds to reach subspace

• have we heard how much this man talks about slime? the boy likes it wet & messy

• spitting on your clit, eyes transfixed on you, fingering you just to hear the slick sounds your pussy makes

• what did i say! he worships you!

• when you have the time, he gets you off four times in a row before he ever thinks about his own pleasure, just dazed and babbling about how perfect you are

• he fucking loves how soft you are, loves seeing how your chub jiggles as he fucks you harder

• oh and he's puppy :D

• get him a collar and a leash, let him sit between your thighs and lick you sloppily, let him get you on your belly and hump you desperately

• praise kink a mile wide but what else did we expect

• please tell him what a good job he's doing, how good he's making you feel :( he deserves it he's a good boy

ted

• hey maybe i have a type or maybe they all just worship you

• soft dom leaning, loves spoiling you and gently correcting your manners when he has to

• buys you pretty jewelry, new lipstick, silky lingerie and watches you as you put it all on for him

• sometimes you catch him palming himself while you apply your lipstick in the mirror, but he usually behaves until you're done <3

• takes his godforsaken time with you

• also... really, really, really into anal. he waits until you bring it up, but when you do, you swear all the blood in his head rushes to his dick so fast he almost faints

• preps you slowly and pays close attention to you while he opens you up, crooking his fingers to find out what makes you gasp and your knees shake

• also really loves mutual masturbation. he loves seeing you make yourself feel good, and half the time he's just making mental notes for later

schlatt

• hooooooo boy.

• schlatt is difficult bc he's a true switch i think

• some days he really craves rough, nasty, bitey sex where he puts you in a headlock and fucks you till you pass out

• definitely into spit. loves spitting in your mouth, on your pussy, anywhere you want it <3

• will stuff his thick fingers into you with little remorse, saying "but you're so wet, toots, i can just sink right in..."

• other days he really wants you to kiss him softly, tell him how good he is while you edge him until tears leak down his pretty face :(

• wants to be treated gently – start a couple hours early, doting on him and just admiring him. it takes a Minute to get him into a true subby headspace (he's resistant to it bc toxic masculinity lmfao)

• is really bad at communicating when he's subby as a result, because talking reminds him he's meant to be a big strong man

• so he's very quiet when he's subbing

• until he starts whimpering, obviously. <3

ty 4 reading! i may add to this as i think of more headcanons - pls feel free to contribute x

i love constructive criticism, spelling and grammar corrections, and tips on how to be more inclusive :)

[axetivev]

— Warnings/Tags: Fluff, Alpha!Reader, Omega! Aventurine, Lil Angst, A/B/O, Body worshipping. (I really don't know what else to add, help).

— Words: 632

— A/N: first of all, thank you to the anon who requested this ! secondly. i don't have many ideas for this... so I'll make it a drabble. i'm sorry, anon ! it's also a bit awkward for me to write alpha readers. but i'll promise to write more fics better. that's all, i hope you enjoyed this drabble !!

— Pairing: Aventurine x Male!Reader

Sometimes, being an alpha that had an omega body really made you questioned your existence.

Alphas are suppose to be big—tall and the dominant, omegas are suppose to be smaller, weaker. But there is, Aventurine. Your supposed “omega” that’s literally an alpha. He was the protective one, his hand was always on your waist when and alphas, betas, or even omegas approaching you. So, it’s normal that people thought that he was the alpha and you’re the omega. And you hated it with a burning passion.

Three years of being mates, marriage already talked about and everytime that people mistaken you always ended up by Aventurine dragging you out of the scene. It sometimes led to some arguments which ended pretty quickly.

But this night might be a little… different.

It’s nothing serious, it’s more on the stupid side if you can be honest. In the morning, you felt bitter after a morning walk with Aventurine. As usual, there’s someone—maybe his co-worker that you haven’t met talking with him. His hand was on your waist, you were honestly in a bad mood, but the one thing that Aventurine’s co-worker said really pushed you to the edge.

Same question, “ah, [Name] looks like a perfect omega for you, isn’t Aventurine?”

You forgot what happened specifically after that, but you just remembered clearly; Aventurine dragging you back at home and him scolding you. Well, you countered back with the fact he agreed it. But you still don’t want to admit it that you’re wrong for almost picking a fight with what? A beta? Maybe neither do he.

Well, you were still bitter that Aventurine also agreed it as a “joke”, the house went a lil more silent then usual after that night. But you still had time to give Aventurine his lunch. After giving Aventurine a goodbye kiss, you were yet again—alone in the house.

You did your usual stuff—cleaning the house… then, you looked at calendar. Fuck, your rut is going to come anytime soon. You practically searched around the house for your usual pills, to at least, slow down your rut.

…Not a single luck!

You practically looked that pill all day, but you haven’t even seen any sign of your pills. Leaving you in your shared bed, whimpering because of the pain. You’re like an omega like this—! But you still had to stay strong, but fuck it’s difficult. You were whimpering so much that you failed to realize Aventurine practically rushed to your room.

Aventurine look a good look at you—something in his heart melted seeing you. It didn’t take him a minute for him to find your pills, did he just found it? Or he bought it? It doesn’t matter at this point. He made you seat—in his left hand, he had the pills that’s specifically used when your rut and a glass of water.

He silently command you to opened your mouth—you obeyed, Aventurine placed the pill on your tongue as he guided the water to your mouth. You felt a little better if you could be honest. But still, rut is rut. You practically jumped from bed, your arms hugging Aventurine’s muscled waist. Your face was smudged on his chest, you let out quiet whimpers. You smelled Aventurine’s scent—your hands moving mindlessly over his clothes body.

You felt every muscle of Aventurine’s body. You kept smelling his scent—peaches. It’s filled your nostrils, the both of you just kept your silence, but this silence is nice. It felt… good. You felt Aventurine’s bigger hand slowly patting your head, you eventually forgot what even happened last night. You just want this to stretch.

Maybe you such get your rut more so you can be with your “omega” like this.

[lululocomo]

Ello. I am back with two more ✨️questions.✨️ I suppose I am one who comes in pairs. (I can't help that every question I ask is a paragraph, I'm through, lol)

1. Meihua: literally anything, I crave knowledge about her. Is she a little sister to Mk? What is she like? Does she struggle with grief of those she lost in the attack? (I think she did, I can't remember) Does she see Macaque and Wukong as parents? How old is she - stuff like that.

2. How does Mk feel about being a monkey permanently? The form was choas in the past, but he's kinda delt with that? Or is it still lingering? Is he scared of his power now that it's more difficult to control? Does he have difficulty controlling other parts, like his tail? Does he feel closer to Monkie King and Macaque now that he's officially monkey?

(Bonus just for you: Thoughts Mk has about his cracks? Out of sight outta mind thing, or is it racking in his skull?)

Anyway, I must thank you again for the wonderful eye candy and heart retching au. <3

-1- Meihua is indeed MK lil sister! She get adopted by Macaque and Wukong after the attack. She lost absolutely everythings and have no one to go back to, and Macaque couldn't leave her after saving her. She's very young, so the attack traumatise her a lot, but she was too young to really understand what happened. She emotionally attached to Macaque, and call him "mama" (she tried to say his name but failed and only managed to call him like that) and she do see Wukong and MK as her family over time! Also she's very shy, if she see someone she doesn't know, she's immediately gonna hide somewhere or behind Mamacaque. There is a lot more but most of it is by @a-vacuole! Fae is the one who created the little Meihua✨ - 2- for MK: he found weird is how much being a monkey feel so normal, so natural now. As if he was supposed to be a monkey since the beginning. He slowly accept being a monkey now, but still refuse to act exactly like one (especially grooming lmao). So once in while he shapeshift into a human, because for him he's still one. Being fully a mystic monkey make his powers more stable, but it can still go bersek if he lose control over his emotions. Of course over time he will have a better control over his magic, and fully accept he's a monkey now. (which is gonna take times) And seeing Monkey king and Macaque act so differently is weird to him, but he do feel closer to them now.( also being born from the stone egg they made do connect them) And for his cracks, he just try not to think about them. And they fade pretty quickly, they are still there, but barely visible. (until he lose control again and reopen them oops) (also if you're curious you're more than welcome to join the discord server if you have more questions! we are very chill and people are nice ✨)

Thank you so much for all these questions! I'm happy you like my au✨

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Can I Help With Dinner?

Kalim Al-Asim, Yuu

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“You’re making dinner tonight, right Yuu?”

“Yup. You making a request?”

“Oh, I just wanted to ask if I could help? I wanna try cooking!” He smiles brightly as he asks, but there’s something behind his eyes that almost seems like he’s scared to ask. Like he’s already preparing for a rejection. It’s there, but if you weren’t observant, you’d definitely miss it. 

“Sure. I was planning on making chicken alfredo if you wanna help.”

“Oh! I’ve never had that before! Hahaha!” Somehow, his face lights up even more than usual, if that’s even possible for him. 

He excitedly takes my wrist and pulls me towards the kitchen, evidently very ready to start. “Let’s go! What do we need to do?”

“Geez, Kalim, slow down,” I chuckle, happy to see he was so excited to help cook. “We’ve still got a little time until we have to start. Why don’t we just hang out in the kitchen for a little bit?”

“Oh. That sounds fun! Do you wanna talk about stuff?”

“Sounds good.” I can’t help but give a fond smile at his excitement as we enter the kitchen. “So, anything in particular you wanna talk about?”

“Hmmm…” He stops by one of the counters, leaning against it with his hands on the edge and his fingers drumming against the cabinet doors. “Oh! I wanted to ask you! Do you like cooking? Do you cook often? What about back in your world?”

“Woah, woah, that’s a lot of questions!” I give a chuckle, holding my hands up. “I do like cooking, I’d say I cook a fairly average amount, and back in my world… Well, things were different back then. What about you? I know Jamil cooks for you a lot, but do you ever make your own food?”

He tilts his head slightly as he thinks back. “Not really, no. Jamil and the chefs back home have always cooked my meals. I’ve never really gotten the chance to! Hahah!”

…Never gotten the chance to?

“Well, what we’re making tonight isn’t that difficult. I’ll show you what to do.”

“Thanks! I bet you’re a great teacher, Yuu!”

“I’ll certainly try to be,” I laugh in response. “Just know, I’m no trained chef or anything.”

“That’s okay! The dinners that you make are always amazing, so I’m not worried.”

“Thank you. I’m glad you like my cooking,” I reply with a smile. 

Maybe I should check that we have everything we need…

“Hey! We should get some music going!” Kalim pulls out his phone and starts tapping away as I open the fridge and cabinets to search for ingredients. 

A fun, upbeat song starts playing from his phone, and he starts dancing and singing along. 

I, on the other hand, opt for simply standing off to the side and watching. Though it only seems to last for a few moments before Kalim takes my hand and pulls me towards a more open area of the kitchen, telling me to ‘dance with him’ with a bright smile I can’t seem to refuse. 

I start off with something fairly low-key, just a little bit of movement here and there as I follow along with his moves. Observing him. 

Ever since the events of winter break, I had found myself wanting to learn more about Kalim and Jamil. Right now is a prime opportunity to learn about the former. 

It was obvious that their dynamic wasn’t what either of them thought it was, or wanted it to be. Jamil wanted freedom. To him, their relationship was that of a boss and his employee. Kalim wanted friendship. To him, Jamil was someone who’d been with him for his entire life, and someone who would be there for him for the rest of his life as well. 

I knew a bit about them as a pair, but I didn’t know much about him as an individual. 

Ever since the start of our training camp with Vil, I’d gotten to know him a bit more. He’s relentlessly optimistic, always wanting to see the best in everyone and everything. He loves parties, and he loves seeing others happy. 

But just like pretty much everyone else in this school, he has his fair share of darkness. Of trauma. 

It’s reasonable when you find out that he’s been poisoned, when you realize that every time he and Jamil check for danger that it’s for good reason. When you realize there’s a reason he’s incredibly talented at identifying poisons. 

Every time I learn about him, I find myself more and more curious. 

How could I not be? Everyone I’ve met here is just so…interesting.

At some point, it gets close to the time where dinner had to start. I let Kalim know that we’d be starting soon, and I start heading over to the sink.

“Alright, wash your hands before we start. Food safety.”

“Ok!” He runs up to the sink, that same eternal smile on his face. I can’t help but ask myself how he does it. How does he stay so positive all the time about everything? Despite everything?

“Alright, what’s next?”

“Let’s start getting all of our stuff set out. First off, let’s start with the chicken.”

He rolls up his sleeves, and with a fist pump to get prepared, he replies, “Right!”

“Alright, start by laying them all out like this so we can start seasoning.”

Soon enough, everything is laid out and dinner prep has officially begun. I show him how to season the chicken, and he follows along carefully. Well, as carefully as he can. Unsurprisingly, he gets distracted a few times, but it’s obvious he’s trying. 

For a while, we work in relative silence as I show him how to season the chicken and music plays softly in the background. For a while, I feel pretty confident in letting him do his own thing as I begin on the noodles. 

“Oh. Hahah! I think I put a little too much on there.” 

Welp, I thought that a little too soon. 

I look over, and the entire thing of salt has been dumped on one of the chicken breasts. 

I give a blink, and then another. 

If it was anyone I had expected to be knowledgeable in this, I would probably be mad. 

But…it’s Kalim. 

I can’t help but laugh. A genuine one that would almost be confused with one of Kalim’s if the voice wasn’t different. 

“That’s fine. Let’s just brush as much of it off as we can.”

As I help him fix the chicken breast, I can’t help but realize I hadn’t genuinely laughed like that in…quite a while. Maybe this was a welcome reprieve from everything going on between overblots and being trapped away from my world. 

“Don’t worry, cooking is pretty forgiving. Most of the time you can fix things pretty easily. Besides, we can just make this one yours and load it with spices and stuff. Vil doesn’t have to know,” I finish with another laugh and a wink, which Kalim gives his signature laugh to. 

Once the chicken is fixed and properly seasoned, I return to the noodles to finish the first part of those before moving on to the next step. 

I show him our next step in dinner, and it goes surprisingly smoothly. Kalim is actually cooking. 

I can’t help but smile fondly from beside him as he does his part to make dinner. He’s a bit clumsy with it, dropping the chicken back into the pan while trying to flip it a few times, but overall…

I have to say, I’m proud of him. 

“Kalim? What are you doing in the kitchen with Yuu?”

I turn around to find a shocked Jamil in the entryway to the kitchen staring at Kalim. 

“Oh, I’m helping Yuu make dinner! They’re a really good teacher!”

Kalim barely gets the words out before Jamil starts his war path towards him, clearly aiming to remove him from the kitchen. 

Of course, I won’t be having it. I open a drawer, taking a random utensil out, which happens to be a wooden spoon…

And I smack Jamil on the forehead with it. 

The two boys look on with looks of surprise, Jamil having his mixed with a bit of pain. 

“Kalim is helping me.”

Jamil’s expression changes from surprise to a determined irritation. “Kalim can’t cook. I’ll help you instead. Kalim can–”

“Kalim is doing just fine.” I match his expression, making sure he knows I’m not budging on this. “Kalim will be helping me with dinner tonight. You can relax for tonight, Jamil.”

Jamil’s expression wars with itself as he looks between me and Kalim, clearly debating whether he wants to fight me on this or not. 

“...Like I said, Kalim can’t cook. He’s hardly reliable in the kitchen.” Though the words seem to fight me, the tone moreso says ‘Are you sure you want him to help you?’

Of course, I’m certain. “I’m teaching him, and he’s doing very well.” I narrow my eyes at Jamil ever so slightly, almost in a sort of challenge. “Besides…the only reason he’s ‘unreliable’ is because no one ever lets him learn things. He’s so reliant on everyone around him because no one ever lets him do things for himself. Everyone else does everything for him. He needs opportunities to do things himself.” My expression softens just as subtly as before as I finish with, “And you know…if Kalim learns how to do things on his own, it’ll be less work for you. You’ll have less to worry about if you can be confident that Kalim can do things on his own.

“Go sit down and study or something. We’ve got this; you can relax. If you’re worried about it, I’ll make sure nothing happens.”

Jamil seems to return to that war of ‘fight me or not’, but seems to decide against it. 

He leaves the kitchen, though I’m pretty sure I can still hear him in the next room. Well, I guess I can’t expect him to kill his habits so easily. Well, if it makes him feel better. 

After a little over half an hour, dinner is ready. I call everyone for dinner, making sure portions are to Vil’s standards. After all, I wouldn’t want Vil to say anything about it after Kalim and I had worked so hard on it. 

“Hey, Kalim. Do we wanna tell everyone you helped with dinner right away or do we wanna make it a surprise?” I ask him as everyone starts making their way down the stairs. 

“Ooh! I think making it a surprise would be fun!”

I give an almost sinister laugh in response, completely agreeing with his reasoning. 

Once everyone is gathered in the dining room, I observe everyone to decide when the best time to reveal the surprise is. 

Of course, Kalim is practically bouncing in his seat waiting, Jamil is picking at it as if he’s scared to try it, and Rook has a certain smirk like he knows something’s going on. Well, I can’t say I’m surprised by any of it. 

Welp, might as well.

“So, is everything okay?”

A few sounds of affirmation from a few of them, and a begrudging one from Jamil. 

I can’t help but smile as I’m interrupted by a very excited Kalim. 

“I helped with dinner! We did a really good job on it, didn’t we? Haha!”

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Carrie watches Rogue One (again) Pt. 1

okay everyone, let's get back to basics. I am rewatching Rogue One. (Pt 1 because this ran so long it was getting crazy)

Stuff I love:

god, the music, the music! Michael Giachino, you are a king among men. The title music alone??? is so great??? how you think it's regular Star Wars but then it's not, but the music still sounds so quintessentially Star Wars, it's so good

Baby Jyn's casting remains incredible. She is so cute, and she looks so much like Felicity Jones!

Jyn clearly remembering the "everything I do, I do to protect you" and yet not giving that any credence for the first third of the movie is such a good and realistic choice, and it shows her jadedness so well. I wouldn't believe him either, if everyone just kept fucking me over!

Little Jyn's hideout is so cleverly hidden, and really speaks to their preparation in ways that the fact they wait so long to leave the homestead do not. It makes little sense to me how long they are taking to get out of dodge, and that they don't even seem to attempt to have everyone flee together. But that also speaks to how ruthless and prepared her parents were at this point - and how shitty little Jyn's life must have been in the grand scheme of things, even while she had parents who loved her at that point. Her parents are hardened people already - Galen clearly prepared to stall Krennic to let them escape, Lyra choosing to try and take Krennic down with her instead of going quietly, even to stay alive for her child...

Little Jyn with the lamp!!! I will never EVER be over the parallels of Jyn with her little broken lamp and the warm light on her face, and then Jyn with the light on her face in the elevator. It's so neat!

JEDHA. Goddd. It feel so tangible and massive, those eerie statues/mountain ranges in the desert, even Saw's rebels - everything feels so grounded and vivid here, while on Andor, their hideouts often looked like a set to me, especially in S2.

Bodhi trying so hard to look brave will never not get me.

I have yelled about Kafrene so much in the past weeks I have nothing to add except to reiterate this: Cassian didn't need to comfort Tivik. He was, in fact, wasting valuable time in doing so. That's what got me the first time watching, how this act is at the same time so kind and so incredibly callous. Like, how cruel to lie to someone you know you're going to kill - and how kind to take a moment, even in that situation, to make sure that person is not afraid.

I love how defiant and steely Jyn is. I wish they had played that up even more, especially in the beginning of her interview. But I LOVE the steel that comes into her posture and expression the moment they ask about Saw.

"I found it!" and "I find that answer vague and unconvincing" are still so funny

They are so good at establishing Cassian as a very good manipulator and handler with really small things in this script. Like him immediately ceding to Jyn's challenge of "trust goes both ways" - he instantly recognises that she expects him to take it from her and that she plans to be difficult, and recognises that he will lose her trust and possibly her cooperation forever if he does take it from her (even if he'd, you know, survive that). So he just cedes it to her, without another word. It's such a good, calculated risk - because yeah, she might shoot him now, but he needs her to trust him, and stick with him, and he only has until they land to make that happen, and they're all toast if he fails. So it's worth the risk! And he sees that immediately! Even though Kay doesn't! It's so great.

Love that we're letting the camera linger on Draven just long enough to see his sad little head drop before he turns away.

Bodhi meeting Saw my beloved. Where are the gifs of this scene?? Where is this moment in the fandom because it is SO GOOD. He's so scared and so relieved and so annoyed at all the time they're wasting, and you can tell how underneath all that he's genuinely so proud and almost shocked that he actually did it, that he actually defected and made it all the way to the Saw Gerrera. That he did deliver Galen's message, like he promised! I love this man so much he means the world to me. I want to punch whatever Disney clown had him edited out of the thumbnail. Fuck you. Bodhi is such a good character.

"I defected, I came here myself, they didn't capture me!" "I gave it to them, they did not find it!" and that dirty look he manages to give the men who are holding him on his knees, handcuffed! He deserves the world!!! Do you not see that!!!

Gareth Edwards, king of SCALE. The shot of "look, a tie fighter! and holy shit, that Star Destroyer looks massive behind i - holy shit look at the thing behind that!!" This is how you Death Star!!!

Ben Mendelsohn. Krennic is so compelling to watch, in all his small-minded, cringey, petulant, grandstanding glory.

Jyn's flashbacks are so poignant, it never feels like we're wasting time with them.

Jedha City is such a cool design, and again the SCALE with the Star Destroyer towering over the whole city!!

Cassian's friendly little pat of Kay as he walks past him. They're friends!!! Was that so hard!!!

Jedha feels so real, the narrow streets, the bustle, and kids! There are kids, not plot-significant ones, just running around! And the street food vendours and the janky-ass holo projector giving out Bodhi's picture, every metal on screen has patina and rust on it and the stone doesn't look freshly scrubbed, it feels so lived in.

The street ambush on Jedha is filmed so well, it feels really threatening and chaotic.

Jyn, Kay and the grenade he catches remain the funniest thing in the world to me btw.

The Slap is very funny, yeah, but can we talk about Kay's posture when he barely saves the "These are... prisoners." Alan Tudyk really killed even in the smallest moments.

Chirrut going off on those stormtroopers is just a masterclass. I love how he uses his cloak to blind some of them, or kicks dirt in their face, just some really good use of the environment, such a fun fight sequence!

Also, Jiang Wen's delivery on "only dreamers, like this fool" just sends me every time, it's so good <3

we've all yelled about it for many years, but Cassian's pissy little smile in Saw's cave at the guards is still. Very good. Also though I will say this is the first of those rare moments where Cassian really is a bit of a petty bitch - not that it's not earned, he was just manhandled and locked up, but. My guy. You're a spy. I'm sure you expected this might happen. (I still think they played this trait up way too much throughout the show, but. It is in here! Just in little, blink-and-you-miss-it exchanges. I guess one could argue it's something he got better at over time?)

goddd the cross-cutting between Jyn and the Death Star and Galen's hologram is so so good, like this is essentially an exposition dump but you don't even notice because the visuals lare so stunning and Felicity is giving a masterclass performance

also man I will never get over how insanely gorgeous the destruction of Jedha looks, the symmetry, the eclipse, the colours!!! I love how they show all that incredible visual off and then have Krennic go "Oh, it's beautiful", when you realise he's looking at this like you are, like a guy watching a movie in a cinema, it's so good! He sounds so pleasantly surprised, oh look, it's efficient and pretty! It's so awful in how incredibly casual it is, and Ben Mendelsohn's delivery on that line is *chef's kiss*

Bodhi seeing the city blown up :(

Much as I have beef with Whitaker's acting choices in this movie, his very last moments are choice, and "Save the Rebellion! Save the dream!" does haunt me still, it's such a banger of a line.

Chirrut's quiet little "Baze, tell me. All of it? The whole city?" guts me every time. He's been so full of showmanship this whole time, he wasn't entirely serious for a single line of dialogue, and here he's so subdued. It's so fucking sad!!! This movie is so so good about emotional impact on their characters, in a franchise that has a, um... spotty history with that (side-eyeing Leia having to comfort Luke after watching her planet get blown up...).

Honestly we talk so much about the scenes in the shuttle scene from Eadu to Yavin, we don’t talk enough about the one TO Eadu. Bodhi’s little monologue and his moment of recognition for Jyn is so good! We did not deserve Riz Ahmed, he killed this role and nobody ever talks about it. Baze’s cynicism in this scene is so good, this movie just keeps giving you people at different stages of the rage-resignation-devotion cycle of resistance and meet each other at really different points of it is so interesting.

Diego giving a fucking masterclass in the background at his communicator station too with next to no words. Yeah, if you got nothing from this character in this movie, it’s because you weren’t looking at the screen, sorry.

The mirroring of this exchange with the hangar scene later is so juicy, I’ll never be over it. And again, there’s a way to read an allusion to an SA victim’s type struggle in there that I’m not even sure was intentional but it means so much to me. But the way Cassian, very gently but with so much cynicism, immediately says she has no chance because she doesn’t have any concrete evidence and her word won’t be enough, and how it doesn’t matter if he believes her because he’s “not the one you’ve got to convince”… and then, when Chirrut says he does believe her, he dismisses that with a snide “that’s good to know”… yeah.

But crucially, whether intentional or not, the scene isn’t just that. It also works on its face, as political commentary on how the Rebellion is entrenched in allegiances and factions and paranoia and has become too big to act on hunches and that is almost their downfall. Because they will discount a terrible warning and almost throw away what eventually paves the path to victory because that warning comes from a person who isn’t one of them – even before the council does, Cassian, far and away the highest-ranking Alliance member on this shuttle, rejects it out of hand. It might be true but if there isn’t any proof it doesn’t matter. Jyn and Cassian have neatly traded places: First it was him wanting to act and projecting urgency and her being too cautious and not passionate enough about the issue to act, now it’s the other way around.

This whole harping on about proof, and how they’d believe her with proof, and how Cassian lets Jyn believe that they’re going to get her father for that proof is also so crucial for her reaction later to Cassian attempting to shoot Galen. I get how this went over some people’s head, frankly, it’s a little brief to really stick and there’s a whole big action set piece in the middle, but it’s so neat really. It’s not just that he tried to kill her father, it’s that they came all this way for his information and yet Cassian seems so hell-bent on following his orders he almost sabotaged his own mission completely (at least from the POV of someone who fully believes Galen at this point). His orders aren’t just morally wrong at this point, they’re also tactically wrong from Jyn’s point of view – because she believes her father, so she correctly realises destroying the Death Star now is a higher priority than neutralising a potentially interchangeable scientist who may build another threat later.

People bitch about this script so much, and honestly maybe I’ve just seen the movie too often at this point to judge how it flows because I’m so familiar with all the parts of it. But I think the writing is incredibly tight overall – the main arcs are all beautifully rendered and intertwined and reach satisfying conclusions, with no large logical gaps or thematic breaks. Maybe I think so highly of this movie because I care a lot about narrative structure and maybe less about ideal pacing for a blockbuster, because the distribution of time to the individual plots probably is a little weird at times, but that never bothered me. 

Stuff I never noticed before:

just how hardened the Ersos are, even in baby Jyn's earliest flashback on Coruscant!! The expressions on their faces, the way they act around Krennic even here... just this brief scene got me so intrigued I am finally picking Catalyst back up again.

Cassian all but admits he (or at least the Alliance) are responsible for Tivik! He tells Jyn "He has just gone missing, his sister will be looking for him". Not "His sister is looking for him and has told us he's gone missing." He fully admits he doesn't know this from her, he is warning Jyn that stuff may get hairy between him and Tivik's sister. I never caught that before lol

Questions:

Does Krennic believe Galen about Lyra being dead? I could read it either way, I wonder what Mendo believed when he played it.

I always thought it was odd that Jyn went with "Saw will be pissed if you kill me because I'm Galen's daughter" instead of "because he raised me". I guess it's her being cagey about her own connection to Saw? But it's such a gamble, she can't even be sure if Tubes knows who Galen is!

Quibbles & Complaints section:

I will say, Jyn getting liberated from Wobani is edited pretty choppily. There are a lot of cuts and they don't quite line up, it is a bit annoying to watch. But always worth it for the queen of my heart bashing Melshi in the face with a shovel. He really doesn't deserve it, but it's still glorious.

The Yavin hangar looks somehow less real than almost all the other sets, and I cannot place my finger on why. Maybe the weirdly uniform way the vines grow on the pillars. It's much better in the later shots, so maybe it's the lighting, too.

This is so nitpicky, but Diego's line read on "When was the last time you were in contact with your father?" always bothered me - he's shaking his head in the middle of the sentence, and it feels so inorganic to what he's saying? It's not a sarcastic question, or a leading one, and even if it was the headshake would go at the end - and it messes with the vocal delivery, too. Again, this is so so nitpicky, but in my perfect world they would have done another take on that lol

Some of Felicity's earlier reads on that scene also feel like they were dubbed over in post, or were mixed differently than the shots of everyone else - they are kind of off in cadence or volume for how far away she is from Cassian and the face she's making. I think some of these WERE re-shot, and you can tell. Again, super nitpicky, but I think the movie lost some people right here and they decided "oh this isn't good" - it's not super bad, but there's a weird uncanny feel about it.

It's kind of annoying how the conversation keeps switching and switching, Mothma and Cassian and Draven all finishing each other's sentences, and the way they're positioned around the table makes it really difficult to tell who Felicity is emoting at sometimes. Much as I love Cassian in this scene, I feel like maybe Draven and Mothma should have done the talking here, and switched off at a more organic point. I love that Mothma gets to talk a good deal, and I do love to joke about her and Draven being an item or otherwise weirdly in sync, but it is odd that they are literally talking like they are reading off the same script here. Or Cassian could have done the talking, and Draven watched from the shadows, looking progressively unhappy with the orders Mothma is giving to Cassian and Jyn, and then go after them on the airfield and give his conflicting orders. I feel like that would have felt far more natural than the weird "I get a line, you get a line" thing they're doing - and also we could have cut less, because. Boy.

The whole scene feels very choppy, it's so needlessly cut together for a stationary conversation. Again, I know why - they changed a lot of the dialogue in the reshoots, but. Idk. Just redo the whole scene. These really short shots are a little odd, like for example earlier when Mothma is talking the camera keeps jumping to different distances away from her, but it's a stationary camera every time, it feels strange on a subconscious level.

Forest Whitaker overdid it. There, I said it. I thought he was stellar in Andor (all script-based issues aside), but in Rogue One, he's... a bit much. Like, give us 20 percent less and it'd be perfect.

Bor Gullet my detested. This scene is so goofy and tonally off, and it would have been such an easy fix to remove it! Just have Whitaker re-record one line and have him say "lock him up" instead. Riz Ahmed doesn't even need to FILM anything new, he can do voiceover over the fucking phone if he needs to because they already had the bag over Bodhi's head. Bodhi still has reason to panic - he defected, he did what he was told, why are they locking him up? Does this mean they don't believe him? Where are they taking him? Then you cut the Bor Gullet nonsense and boom. All done. Maybe you can imply he did get, you know, conventionally tortured, but even if you don't - Bodhi in the catatonic state he is in when Cassian, Chirrut and Baze find him is perfectly sensible without that. He thought they don't believe him, he thought it was all too late, he thought he would never get out of this place again, he's a civilian, that would fuck him up! And he saw his city blown up with heretofore unknown weapon power, he has plenty of reason to be off kilter for the rest of the movie!

They really had something with only showing Tarkin from behind with his reflection in the glass!! Why didn't they stick to that!!! Like, does he look shockingly decent for what it is? Yes, but the dead shark eyes are horrifying, and I think his mouth isn't moving right, either.

For the first thirty minutes, Felicity's performance doesn't really click for me - at least not when she's speaking, there's something so prim and soft-spoken in the way she talks even in the first few scenes in Jedha City that seems kind of at odds with the character. I feel like Jyn doesn't quite lock in until Saw's rebels throw the first grenade (which seems fitting lol).

It's a little goofy how Saw's rebels swarm the transport going "Kyber! Kyber!" and nothing else. Like if they were speaking a foreign language and all we understood was kyber, that'd be fine, but make it complete sentences! I have a feeling maybe this was also added later, because people missed the (admittedly extremely brief) glimpse of a kyber crystal in one of the tubes they're taking out.

Cassian's "cracking" the door lock on Saw's cell is so dumb and funny, like the man just wiggles a wrench in there, that simply cannot be how that works lol

[ahamkara-apologist]

Finally catching up with Echoes and ough....hearing Failsafe talk about how much energy it takes to engage her politeness filter and how she knows how it feels to be the strong silent type through no choice of her own is rlly fucking getting to me...Aeris (my YW) is autistic and mentally handshaking her so fucking hard, this is the season of Bonding for them

[tordoise-x3]

FINISHED FINALLY X3

@stat1cheart ‘s designs I said I wanted to drawr a billion years ago :3

[joshuamj]

Linktober Day 8. Tunic

[statementlou]

Tbh i am not surprised that a person who openly talked about having drinking problems since 1d days, because of how crazy 1d worked has been agressive. What surprises me is people being surprised (they never seriously saw drunk person?). But i am also confused about this whole book. Apparently Maya said that that book is not fully bout Liam but compilation about her exes and some of the worst parts are not about him. But recently she said that the book is “ofc about him” so what is true then? Or did she meant it that ofc some parts are about him or that whole book is about him?

Sorry, just confused

I also am not surprised- we've learned so much more about the real stories of things and about the guys' actual lives over the last years, and the story that has unfolded around Liam has been totally consistent throughout if you've been following it, and so the information Maya is telling us is shocking and upsetting but not difficult to believe. I got an anon yesterday saying they were worried about getting similar revelations about the other boys, like "if Liam could be doing this we just don't know, any of them could", and while in a way that's always true I guess, anyone could be doing anything in private like... that doesn't really concern me. Because none of these Liam revelations are coming out of nowhere, there have been many MANY steps along the way leading us here if you've been watching, and he has talked openly about both his mental health struggles and his addiction issues. So to answer that anon... to find out something similar about Louis would in contrast contradict everything we know about him and no I'm not worried about it. Is he an abuser or a loose cannon, well that news would truly shock me to my core, I will be honest. But anyway as for the book I don't find it strange that she was nervous when it came out and treading lightly and later decided, fuck it. In the absolutely on point tiktok she dropped today (YES👏GIRL👏FUCKING TELL THEM👏) she even mentions attempts to keep her from publishing the book, presumably by Liam's team, that I am riveted by and cannot WAIT to hear more details about actually- like I said I don't find it at all strange that she was nervous and downplayed it a bit then. But if she says now that it's just about Liam, well, I would say it's been clear from the beginning that the book is their story. Maya herself brought up the parallel of songs being written about stuff and I think it's the same thing; it's true (she was in an abusive relationship that involved certain kinds of events) but maybe not 100% literal (I'm sure details were changed to make the story work, it's not like a word for word timeline of their interactions or whatever).

[c-0f-chaos]

THE SKATER IS FINALLY DONE

And without the lines, I like both

He is my purifier oc, I really like how he turned out!

I'm still figuring out some of the details, but I'll consider him complete

Also, if anyone is interested in knowing more about Skater, he would be delighted to answer!

I'll leave the text under the cut

Age: 23

Pronouns: He/him

The Skater was assigned to help the Batter in his mission. Like the Batter, he believes that the world is in need of purification.

He loves fighting, both specters and anyone who challenges him. His love for the feeling of adrenaline of a good fight can make him lose his senses. The only thing left in his mind is the dance of the attacks.

Skater is always messing around with people. He has an entire catalog of tricks up his sleeve to have some fun. You can tell how much he likes a person based on how he messes around them. Both Batter and Dedan agree that he is annoying.

He has a problem with Lucky Tickets. Even Zacharie is starting to worry about him.

[dykedvonte]

A crazy thing about Mouthwashing is that Pony Express lost communication with one of its freighters for months and didn’t send anyone to check.

A genuinely reputable company, or at the very least a decent one, would have sent someone, something out to check after about two weeks of silence. Two months is when the crew start questioning if they are even being looked for which implies they were already expecting it to take a while cause P.E just doesn’t care.

They don’t care about who they hire. They don’t care about the conditions they place their crew in or how safe the safety measures actually are. They just don’t care, made rules and regulations so they can care less and succeed in getting away with it with how little those ideas are discussed.

[fisheito]

A while back you made a post talking about yakumo and his sensitivity to temperature and I haven't stopped thinking about it. imagine when winter comes around and yakumo becomes progressively sluggish, usually staying in the kitchen and not leaving for hours, always making something near the stove to feel a little warmth from the flames or from a little taste of the things he's making (soup probably), or him picking up the habit of bundling himself up and staying in the library to read and nap. maybe when it starts getting even colder he barely leaves his room because its too uncomfortably cold for him, and if he does he's probably looking for eiden to help him warm up, but if eidens not around he gets antsy and looks for somebody else in the mansion, but he's too shy to ask and looks at whoever with his wet eyes so they know he's cold and wants a cuddle

*inhales deeply* ah yes. you understand. you envision it all so clearly. rightly so. gEt in the wAy, everybody, snake burrito walking the halls very very slowly!!!!!!! (i was about to say get OUT of the way but that would probably make yakumo colder so why not do him a favour and collide with him on your way to another room)

[sesamenom]

Quick hand sketch that turned into elrond with athelas water

I always forget to draw him with it but I headcanon him having pretty bad burn scars on his right arm/side from the kinslaying