#but the motherfucker has quite the temper

[sicklyseraphnsuch]

Simon is sad.

Ice King is a joke.

Winter King is a threat.

So, I kinda love how much further we explore into the differences between Simon and Ice King and all the parts in between.

With the Crown, Simon's personality gets injected with boundless, reckless, thoughtless confidence - which appears to have its roots in Evergreen or specifically, Gunter's perception of Evergreen.

However, Simon also infused the Crown's influence with his weird quirks, his desperation for love, and his immeasurable grief.

In a different post, I wrote that the root of the Crown's curse latched onto Simon's love, which in its own way is his grief as well. These powerful emotions were decentralized so that even if Ice King couldn't quite understand the source of them, he felt them hard. And moreover, these emotions clouded his capacity to function.

So aaaaaall that infinite confidence tempered and sabotaged by Simon's sorrow, making Ice King into a joke. Oh, sure he's manipulative liar like the way he lied to Finn when he was trapped in the spirit world. But he's quite incompetent.

His intentions aren't any less selfish or destructive but he's just So Bad at the follow through. Absolutely dysfunctional. That makes him easier to laugh at even when he's doing stuff like slapping tape on PB's mouth as she's sleeping because he "breaks up with her" in the next minute.

Winter King wouldn't need tape. That's the difference. Winter King is frightening because he can in fact follow through on all of his selfish and destructive impulses. When he lies, he can get away with it because he's a *good liar*. He's charming without being sad. He's confident without being annoying.

Winter King has Evergreen's strengths and Simon's charisma and wields it with deadly intent because he also lacks Simon's conscience and Simon's fixation on love and connection - true love and connection that isn't something he made in a lab. The fact that Winter King can be satisfied with hollow dolls that resemble his loved ones is TELLING.

Winter King and Ice King are fundamentally separated by their levels of lucidity and competence. And that's pretty much it. Even Winter King's memories remain frosted over and nothing like the original Simon Petrikov's

Which leads me to the original Simon Petrikov. I truly enjoyed the way Simon is differentiated from Ice King and Winter King simply by showing his compassion - which both lacked. Simon immediately plead for Bubblegum's life whereas Winter King was like Nope.

That was so good. Just emphasizing how the Simon and Ice King aren't a 1 to 1 reflection or transformation. Or in other words, that Ice King is not entirely Simon and Simon isn't entirely Ice King.

Also the subtext of Simon secretly resenting Winter King, being unsure if he wanted to be just like this weirdo who just goes around calling himself radical. This chuunibyou motherfucker. He really wants to be that? Really?

But again! Simon's vindication at learning that the Crown can't be fought! Because also fighting is such hardwork and he spent a thousand or so years trying to do it, failing to do it. The way he almost whined at the Winter King, "but it's just so hard to fight the Crown", and he's just so tired. He's just too sad.

In the same way that Fionna wanted an easy, fun, no consequences adventure - Simon wants an easy, quiet, no consequences solution to all his depression. Simon doesn't want to be happy because happiness takes hardwork. All the shit that the Winter (Willpower) King was shilling? That's a lot of elbow grease.

Simon just wants to opt out of existence. Let the Crown take the wheel. He's done driving.

But therein lies... his curse. Winter King is euphoric because it came at the cost of the compassion that defines Simon Petrikov. Love and compassion is at the root of Simon's sorrow, but it's also the thing that keeps him here. Because Simon simply can't *not* help someone - even Fionna who has been a straight up dick to him this whole time.

Simon thinks that there's a "right way" to be cursed because he's holding onto the belief that he could stop existing and not hurt or harm anyone by choosing to do so. And this will keep him on the search. This will keep him as himself for another sad and hurting day, until he can find a way to run - flee without hurting anyone.

Spoiler: It's impossible.

[restinslices]

Lin Kuei Sibling Headcanons

I gotta stop using the same gifs over and over again. Anywho, just random headcanons about them when they were younger. A few of these is what my siblings and I did but listen-. No sad shit this time around, but next time issa wrap no bun (word to CoryXKenshin)

When they were younger Bi-Han realized someone was drinking his shit, so he started spitting in it

He also loudly announces that he did so and that whoever drank his shit was drinking his germs 

Kuai Liang responded by saying “well we both share the same DNA”

Revolting. Yuck. 

Tomas smiles when he's nervous so people always think he's lying. 

“Did you drink my slushy?” “No” “Yes you did. You're smiling” “YOU'RE MAKING ME NERVOUS”

D if you ever see this, I did not drink that fucking slushy years ago and getting mom involved was actually so foul. “Put that on my dead granny”, WHY WOULD I LIE ON GRANDMA? I SHOULD'VE drank it. Should've took a big ass gulp 

Moving on- 

Like I said in my last post, Bi-Han and Kuai Liang have definitely jumped Tomas before 

They call it play fighting, Tomas calls it attempted murder 

Bi-Han is the “come here” brother and Tomas is the “you're gonna hit me” brother 

Bi-Han is also the “you want a cookie?” and Tomas is the “what'd you do to it?”

Speaking of those two, the real reason Bi-Han doesn't like Tomas is because Tomas would stand in his doorway and when Bi-Han would tell him to get out, Tomas would say “I'm not in your room”

Kuai Liang would put his finger close to Bi-Han but say he's not touching him 

That's the real reason he betrayed them. It's true. I asked him. 

Idk which one them does it but one of these mfs puts the cereal box in front of them to ignore the brother they're mad at 

Tomas is “your dad is pissing me off”, Kuai Liang is “lmao what happened?”

Bi-Han’s room is the chill out spot against his will

Kuai Liang has accidentally set someone on fire 100% and they never let him live it down (my siblings did that on purpose but scooting right along) (no one died😃)

Tomas is the victim of white jokes. He'll say smth and here comes Bi-Han “why are you?? speaking?? to me?? as a white person?? go eat salt??”

Kuai Liang is “hey can I have a bite?” and Bi-Han says “sure” then licks all over whatever he has. 

“Tuesday is my day with the TV” “you're adopted. shut up”

Bi-Han has gotten the other two into several fights ‘cause he has a bad temper and his siblings ride for him 

This one time my sister yelled at a teacher for yelling at me and that's Bi-Han. Like yeah, he's not the nicest as an adult but as a kid? The only mf that's allowed to yell at his brothers is HIM. 

They've all gotten whooped because none of them snitch on each other. This is a ride or die brotherhood (for now) (not me tho. My mom got a heavy ass hand. You're on your own)

“Tell your brother to do those damn dishes” “you want me to say it like that? with the curse word?” “go ahead”

Whoever it is goes to their brother and- “dad said get your big nasty ass up and clean those motherfucking dishes before he whoops your skinny long neck ass”

I cannot pinpoint who exactly would do this and risk the whooping so imma just say they've all been guilty

Bi-Han and Kuai Liang are those annoying ass kids asking you to play bloody knuckles. If you don't get the fuck away from me-

Tomas played with Kuai Liang once and quit immediately

Kuai Liang is the “I only had a cup” when the juice is all gone. Yeah, you had a big ass cup you get from Super America. The Minute Maid is gone because of you 

Bi-Han and Kuai Liang, “Say Fuck, I'm not gonna tell dad”. Tomas says “no” and the day he does say it now he's being blackmailed 

Kuai Liang would help Bi-Han look for shit he knows he took. Y'all may think Kuai Liang would never do such a thing. He's so sweet. THAT'S HOW HE GOT AWAY WITH IT!

When they accidentally really hurt the other and hear their parents, they have different reactions. Bi-Han is the “tell them. I don't care. Actually, I'll tell them for you” brother. Kuai Liang is the “wait wait wait, calm down. Stop crying. Look, you can hit me back. You want candy?” brother. Tomas is the “that was actually an accident. My bad” brother. 

Tomas actually learned all that smoke… magic… uhh… shit so he could defend himself cause he was getting ragdolled in that house 

Kuai Liang is actually really nice to Tomas now cause he looks back and thinks “wow, I was kinda an asshole”

For example, Tomas was living his life and here comes these maniacs grabbing him and putting his bare feet in the snow 

Idk, I just really think Tomas was fighting for his life in that house 

It was all in love but now he jumps when they move a little too fast

Tomas tells his brothers he loves them a lot because he wasn't able to tell his birth family before they were killed. He wants them to always know and whenever their time does come, he wants it to be the last thing they hear from him or the last thing he says before he dies. 

Kuai Liang usually says it back or says something else comforting. His way of saying “I love you” can be something as simple as a hand on the shoulder. Sometimes instead of saying “I love you”, he says “I care about you”. Personal preference 

Bi-Han used to say “I love you” back but as time passed, he stopped. He's someone who gets kinda uncomfortable when it comes to vulnerable emotions. His way of saying “I love you” is “are you hurt?”. It's usually only used after a form of combat but combat can make you realize that your life is on a time limit. We saw in game and by intro dialogues that he was hurt by Kuai Liang not sticking by him. The idea that he doesn't care for his family AT ALL I think is false. I think he cares but he cares about his own goals more. 

That's all I got for fluffy shit rn

I’m actually someone who enjoys angst way more than fluff but thinking about them and angst makes my heart fall into my ass … imma write some later tho

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 35

welcome to the thirty-fifth fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

1. Send Down the Rain by @azapofinspiration

Lance missed rain. As much as he missed his family and his home, he missed rain almost as much.

However, rain has to exist somewhere out in the universe, right? Even if he can't go home, Lance should be able to feel rain and soak it.

Right?

Five times Lance tried to find rain and the one time he did

lance should have gotten the rain in canon. he needed that. and god did azap fucking deliver!! this fic is sweet and this fic is sad and this fic is melancholy and this fic makes you want to throw up and this fic makes you feel alive. i fckn love this fic

2. Brawler by @admiralcanthackett [GORE WARNING]

I have no summary for this beyond Lance and Keith get ambushed and Lance is a determined motherfucker who fights dirty. Keith is mildly turned on and largely impressed.

you ever want to see lance, feral, thinking only of protecting his family, rip someone’s throat out with his teeth? no? well, i didnt either, but it turns out that i needed to read it, so. and just to clarify this series isnt just lance going batshit insane, although there is plenty of that, it also has some tender klance gong over trauma so thats fun

3. nobody has to know (nobody but me) by xeah

Lance has a secret, and he’s taking it to the grave –except, he didn’t think the ‘taking it to the grave’ bit would happen quite so soon.

When the team head planetside on a diplomatic mission, Lance can’t decide if he’s ecstatic about it, or about to endure an intense bout of homesickness. Sure, the planet looks cool, the aliens themselves are pretty chill considering they’ve singlehandedly fended off Galra attacks up until now. But thanks to Pidge making the team clocks that run on Earth time, Lance knows that it’s almost his nineteenth birthday.

Yeah, he’s gonna go with the homesickness.

Unfortunately for him, the aliens they visit have two distinct qualities that, in any other circumstance, Lance would find cool; the ability to sense emotions, and the complete inability to keep secrets. That extends to their allies, as well.

He probably would have continued thinking those were pretty amazing skills –until the aliens sense negative emotions between the Paladins, and demand that to secure an alliance, the team must heal the dissent brewing in the fine cracks between each other thanks to the secrets they’re keeping, no matter how trivial.

Yeah. Homesickness probably wasn’t the right way to go.

okay, full disclaimer, this series isnt finished and i doubt it ever will be. HOWEVER. this fic is, and this fic is fucking stellar. magical realism has always been a fave of mine, and of course add vld and klance to that and ill always go feral. if you want to see amazing mcclain family backstory and tension so thick you could gnaw on it, swallow the L and read this fic you’ll only be a litle devastated that you won’t see how the series ends

4. Bruises by @admiralcanthackett

Lance is cornered by a Galra, cut off from the rest of his team. When he hears their disparaging comments, instead of asking for help when he can, he hides how hurt he is. He doesn't want them to think he's anymore useless than he already is.

you can tell that the author was mad when fae wrote this and honestly? yeah. yeah, sometimes u just have to be mad. sometimes thinks go to shit and its everyone’s fault and your pain becomes physical and you just have to grit your teeth and tell everyone to go fuck themselves. thats what lance goes thru here

5. Hybrid by @admiralcanthackett

Lance overhears one of the aliens insulting Keith after a successful mission and loses his temper.

yes another admiral fic but let me live i have always been obsessed with these fics and there are just so MANY of them okay. there will be more. but i like this one bc who doesn tlike protective lance??? who doesnt like keith realising that he’s worthy of being defended??? like cmon now

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

[gsstories]

Gin the Cat

Meet Gin, the cotton candy cat! Not really made of cotton candy, just looks it! This Sonic world version of her is chaotic, a bit short tempered and kind of cocky I guess? If there was a four team members mechanic instead of just 3, she would be part of Team Dark. She may not look dark at all but her humor sure is!

Since she is basically my persona, her age range is 15-17 (I still cannot believe I am 17 now 😭) Anyway, she would have met Team Dark when GUN was still a thing and she has quite a big crush on Shadow but is subtle about it. Basically, she is the Amy to Shadow’s Sonic, only less vocal about it. She is in fact not perfect, obviously, she is kind of dumb, gets distracted easily and when she dozed off, she stops blinking.

Shadow: She not blinking.

Gin: *dozing off*

Shadow, throwing sand at her: Blink motherfucker!

Gin: AGH-!

Like Amy, she has a signature weapon which is a metal baseball bat she often summons. She is quite aggressive when angered and will have to hold back snapping at people. She will gladly kick some Eggman ass though! In The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog, her role would have been that of a ballerina.

One time, Eggman would have called her an ‘Amy Knockoff’ and that would have angered her and go ‘Excuse me, KNOCKOFF?! I ain’t even a fucking hedgehog you bald ass old man!!’ and then proceeded to smash his creations into nothing.

In Sonic Prime, there would have been different variations of her. In New Yoke, her counterpart would have been called Lib, short for Liberty, part of Rebel’s rebellion and the most serious of the variations. In No Place, her counterpart be called Ale, who is the laziest of the variations, often just chilling and napping while the others party. And in Boscage, her counterpart is called Sap, and she is the one most similar to OG Gin.

When all three variations see Shadow in the final battle, their exact thoughts be like ‘Not bad…’

What can I say? I simp for the guy. Oh, and before I forget, she be latina and will curse out Eggman in Spanish whenever he pisses her off BAD!

[headlines-headlines]

𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐘.

𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! suggestive themes (no smut... in this chapter at least), language, smoking, weed, plug!eren, college au, slightly black-coded!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3k

𝐚/𝐧: this is longgg. I kinda wanna make this multiple parts... idkkk. Lmk if y'all would want that. But anyways, enjoy! (This will be posted on my Wattpad acc too! @ -headlinesheadlines).

. . .

"Did he text back yet or what, baldie?" Sasha groaned, reaching into the bowl atop your coffee table, and tossing a piece of popcorn into her mouth.

The brunette was growing impatient whilst she laid her head in your lap. The two of you were seated on the carpet of your shared living room, and your other guests, Jean Kirschtein and Connie Springer were enjoying the comfort of your couch behind you. Unfortunately, you had hoped the food would distract everyone from becoming irritated by the group's failing mission. Securing more weed for tonight's sesh.

"Shut up! You know how long it takes this motherfucker to respond," Connie barked back, his temper already rising.

"Jeez, will the both of you calm the fuck down? Like [f/n] said, you should've had everything covered before we even got here, Connie," Jean interjected, usually being the voice of reason. He continued to flicker through YouTube playlists on your TV screen, searching for music to fit the vibe while you all tried to resolve the issue at hand. "Jeager's dumbass is always late. That motherfucker would be late to his funeral if he could."

You let out a slight chuckle, finding it funny how poorly your friends viewed this dude who they've apparently grown up with. You were only aware of the fact that Eren was notorious for being the best plug on campus, and whenever you smoked with these three, it was always from his supply. You had to give it to him though, his shit was gas every time. The four of you would always end the night just a few puffs away from literally greening out, and unfortunately, Jean and Connie would have to make the treacherous journey back to their shared student apartment. In the middle of the night.

"I feel bad for [f/n], she's never even met him and he's already leaving a terrible first impression," Sasha chimed in, her voice cracking with laughter.

"As if he could ever leave a good one," Connie replied, the two of them subsequently bursting into a fit of giggles.

"Damn, y'all are always flaming ole boy, and I don't even know what he looks like!" You shook your head, disappointed with their childish antics. You did wonder from time to time about Eren's appearance, only because they brought him up so often. You've even considered cheating on your current plug, just to see what the hype was about. After all, he wasn't just known for his supply, rumor has it that he's quite an attractive plug, and would flirt with or throw in discounts for customers he found enticing.

"Oh—hold on!" You felt Sasha shuffling underneath you, probably looking for her phone. "Lemme pull up his insta real quick." You watched as she unlocked her cell, opened the app, and scrolled through her following list. She clicked the username 'jeagerbomb', and you swore all the saliva in your mouth evaporated instantly. The man they were currently clowning had to be made in the image of a Greek God.

"This is the famous Eren Jeager by the way," she said jokingly, handing you her phone. "Don't hold your breath", a hint of sarcasm was thrown in.

You held her phone for a minute or two, scrolling through his feed and being extra careful not to accidentally like any photos of him. It was almost an impossible task with the way you were flying through all of his pictures. You were in total disbelief. The constantly late, foul-mouthed, disagreeable Eren Jeager looked this good? Wisps of shoulder-length, deep brown hair fell around his face in the sexiest way. His jawline was carved to perfection. His skin was a sun-kissed tan. And his eyes... a gorgeous mixture of turquoise and sea-foam green you could lose yourself in. Your lips parted slightly, but it took everything in you to not let your jaw hit the floor with neck-breaking speed.

You mustered an "Oh, he's not too bad," realizing you've had more than enough time to hand Sasha's phone back. You hoped you weren't caught ogling at her phone like a thirsty fan.

"Yeah, he's alright-looking I guess," Sasha replied, exiting his page and resuming whatever mobile game she was playing before.

After a couple of minutes of chilling to an R&B playlist Jean put on, you heard a sudden rustle of your cushions signaling that someone stood up.

"Shit— He's here y'all!" Connie sang, hurtling himself over the back of your couch, and bounding towards the door. "Be right back!"

You all watched him hastily shuffle into his sneakers and exit your apartment, hearing the sound of his running footsteps fade into the distance.

"Finally," Jean let out a sigh, running his fingers through his hair. "Took that bastard long enough."

"Aw, poor thing", you reached back to pat his knee, laughing when he rolled his eyes at your attempt to patronize him. You turned back around to find that Sasha cleared the remainder of the popcorn, leaving none left, even after you reminded her to slow down and save some for the rest of you.

"You hungry bastard," you griped, pinching her cheeks. She continued chewing, letting out several intangible complaints with her mouth full of food, and tried her best to swat your hands away. Your short squabble was interrupted by a couple of knocks at your door, meaning Connie had returned.

"Don't worry, I'll get it," Jean piped up, allowing the two of you to continue bickering whilst he made his way to the entrance, checking to see if Connie successfully retrieved the supply.

"Huh? Why'd he hafta bring that bastard along?" You heard Jean mutter whilst peering through the peephole.

You snapped your head towards him, "wait, what do you mean?"

"It looks like Connie brought Eren with him."

Before you could reply, Jean grabbed the doorknob and pulled open the door, revealing Connie holding a sealed baggie, and none other than Eren Jeager himself following behind him into your apartment.

You were at a loss for words, and let go of Sasha's face. She took the opportunity to grab the empty bowl and beeline for the kitchen. You almost forgot how to speak until Connie interrupted your thoughts.

"Oh yeah, [f/n], you mind if Eren smokes with us tonight? He brought something new we can all split." He blurted out, bashfully scratching his head. You weren't sure if he realized in time that this would be your first time meeting Eren. In nothing but a tank top and a pair of childishly patterned PJ shorts, reserved only for the eyes of your closest friends. "He's cool though," he reassured you.

You weren't too quick to panic over your appearance, albeit, in a quite revealing choice of clothing, you were still half-decent. And so what? Your teddy bear pajamas were cute anyways.

You quickly glanced behind Connie, taking a mental screenshot of Eren's towering figure while he was focused on taking in the scenery of your living space.

'God, he looks even better in person,' You thought to yourself. You noted how his black t-shirt fit his torso snugly, slightly outlining his rippling muscles underneath. His biceps were large and defined, and his short sleeves put his thoroughly tattooed arms on full display. Not to mention the way his grey sweats hung nicely around his hips, with a sliver of his v-line being visible past the hem of his shirt. Your eyes made their way back up to find Eren staring right at you, and you could've sworn there was a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Your eyes immediately darted elsewhere in the room, while his were still fixed on you.

'Shit! I hope he ain't see me feening just now,' you mentally cursed, praying you weren't seen basically eye-fucking him.

"Sure, I don't mind," you found your voice, quickly answering Connie, "Just leave your shoes by the door, Eren, there's carpet."

"Yeah, no problem," He replied, slipping off his slides in your doorway, while Jean and Connie returned to their previous spots on your couch.

"'Sup Sash," He greeted Sasha, who was busy in the kitchen adjacent to the doorway. His voice was smooth and deep, with a hint of raspiness that had your heartbeat picking up the pace.  

"Oh, hey Eren. Way to crash the party," Sasha joked, rinsing the leftover kernels from the bowl into the sink. You couldn't help but watch through your peripherals as Eren laughed and made his way around the couch, finding a spot on the carpet to your right, where Sasha was just sitting. He sat a little closer than you had anticipated, with hints of cologne, weed, and fresh linen trailing off of him.

'Lord..,'  You thought, literally having to steel your nerves with how close this man was. You didn't want to seem too on edge when having just met him.

"Aye, you mind if I sit here?" He asked whilst emptying the contents of his pocket: car keys, a small baggie, a lighter, and some papers, and setting them on your coffee table.

"Not really. Sasha might though, that was her spot," you answered with a smile, pointing back at the brunette finishing up in the kitchen.

"Damn, my bad." He feigned remorse, letting out a small chuckle. "You [f/n] right?" He asks, slowly turning his gaze towards you. His green eyes were low and twinged with red, most likely being the aftereffects of an earlier smoke session.

Your eyes widened, a little surprised he knew of you. You chalked it up to the trio probably talking to him about you as much as they did about him. They were good friends with him after all. You prayed they didn't spill too much. In the few years in college that you've all known each other, only heaven knows the number of embarrassing moments they've seen you in.

"Yeah, [f/n] [l/n]. They've told me a little about you too," you reply.

"Yeah? They tell you I'm the only one you should be buying from on campus too?" He sported a cheeky grin.

"Well, we'll see how good this new shit is first. Don't think I'm gonna be dropping my plug anytime soon though," you replied matter-of-factly, almost challenging him. Naively of course. You already knew Eren's shit would knock you off your ass, but you wanted to see how far you'd hold up before cracking in front of him. You've somewhat built up your tolerance a good amount anyways.

"Easy tiger, you know you'll be coming back for more," he laughed, throwing you a quick wink before opening up a pack of papers.

You felt your cheeks flush slightly from the nickname, and with an eye roll, you turned your attention back to the TV.

"Alright, alright. Can you quit trying to rizz her up and start rolling already?" Jean remarked, growing annoyed with Eren's flirtatious demeanor.

"Can't I do both?" He replied, sprinkling the ground-up bud from one of his baggies into a paper. You watched him, his eyes not-so-subtly locked onto yours as he sealed the sticky end of the paper with his tongue, and finished rolling the joint. You almost shivered at how commanding he was of your attention. No wonder women couldn't get enough of him. There was something so fiercely magnetic about his presence, and you wouldn't mind letting yourself get pulled in.

"All done," he said, placing the joint between his lips and grabbing the lighter. Before sparking it, he pulled a spare hair tie off of his wrist, reaching behind his head to gather wisps of unruly hair and tying it into a makeshift man-bun. A few hairs still tastefully framed his face, as well as giving you more access to the previously hidden tattoos around his neck. You wanted so badly to reach forward and run your fingers through his hair. It appeared to be effortlessly silky. You half made a mental note to find out the brand of shampoo he uses later.

Bringing the lighter to the end of the joint, he set it aflame, inhaling deeply as puffs of smoke drifted into the air. After two to three more pulls, Eren turned to you, the joint in between his fingers. The mouthpiece was facing you, and you caught on to his motion for you to take it. You leaned forward, placing your lips on the tip of the joint, and inhaled, without taking it from him. His eyes were trained intently on your lips as you ghosted your last puff of smoke and blew it out slowly.

"Attagirl...,"  Eren murmured, so faintly you doubted you even heard it. After flashing a small smile, you took the blunt from him and passed it to Jean behind you, who was too engrossed in his phone to be aware of the building tension between you and Eren.

The five of you continued to smoke, taking turns passing the joint around and socializing, enjoying the vibes that this peaceful Friday night provided. After a strenuous week of classes, you all needed some time to unwind. When the first blunt started to dwindle, of course, Eren added two more into the mix, substantially raising the level of intoxication in the group. Sasha being the first to tap out, was lying comfortably on the couch, a light snore coming from her direction.

"One... One down! Too bad she can't... can't hanggg," Connie laughed, slapping Jean's shoulder enthusiastically as he struggled to string his sentences together.

"Yuppp. She's out like a light," Jean chimed in, passing the remainder of the blunt to Eren, who took one last pull and put it out in a nearby ashtray. You were all definitely high, the smoke sesh being yet another success, thanks to Eren this time.

"Surprised you could keep up shawty, underestimated you a 'lil," Eren stated, playfully nudging you with his shoulder.

"Well don't, these lungs are made of steel," you chirped, a triumphant but lazy smile across your face. You became aware of how much your face had heated up, and you placed two hands on either side of your face, hoping it would cool you down and cover your goofy-looking expression.

"Wish I could stay longer to hold you to that," he replied, "but it looks like I'mma need you to help me walk them downstairs," he motioned to Jean and Connie grumbling incoherently on the couch, trying their best to gather their things to start making their way back.

Grabbing the items he left on the table, Eren stood up and placed his arms behind his head, stretching deeply. You followed the rising hem of his shirt, letting your eyes linger on his toned midriff before you finally stood up.

"Yeah, 's no problem," you mumbled, your mind generating unholy thoughts while viewing his figure. He was just so... tall. And built.

Dusting yourself off, you made your way to the kitchen island to grab your house keys. Eren followed closely behind you, watching the way your hips moved while you walked, your shorts just barely covering the curve of your ass. He wanted to do nothing more than reach forward and give you a hefty love tap but maintained his composure. He loved the smell of shea butter and florals that wafted off of you, urging him to hold you close and inhale your gorgeous scent. He needed to see you again, and next time he would have you alone for sure, free to explore everything your beautiful self had to offer.

You all safely made it down the few flights of stairs and into the lobby, Jean and Connie stumbling out the doors after waving both you and Eren goodbye. You stifled a small giggle, finding it hilarious how those two were determined to make it home blazed as hell. After watching them turn a corner, Eren pressed a button on his car key, unlocking the doors to a jet-black BMW parked out front. You followed him to the driver's door, watching as he opened the door but hesitated to enter, instead leaning on its frame with an arm on top of the roof.

"So when am I seeing you again, princess?" He asked, voice so low it was almost a purr. The two of you were alone now, and he heavily contemplated bringing you into the backseat. He leaned into you a little, watching as you lifted your head to maintain eye contact. His eyes flickered between your lips and back up to your eyes again.

"I dunno... whenever you wanna see me," you answered, feeling the tension between the two of you grow heavy, igniting a small flame in the pit of your stomach.

He paused for a moment, scanning your figure before he reached forward, snaking his hand around your waist and into your back pocket to retrieve your phone. Your mouth parted in surprise as he brought your phone up to your face.

"Unlock it," he ordered.

You did as you were told, typing in your PIN code, and unlocking your phone. He turned your phone around, tapping a couple of things on your screen you couldn't see. Your face must've expressed some confusion until you heard his phone sound off a notification chime, meaning he contacted himself from your phone. You now had his number.

"I'll be texting you, pretty girl, don't leave me hanging," he smirked, slipping your phone back into your pocket, and trailing his large hand over your ass and back onto the roof of his car.

'Smooth bastard,' you commented inwardly.

"I won't," you replied, smiling sweetly. "Get home safe Eren."

"Will do, sweetheart" he responded, flashing a quick wink before entering his car and closing the door. You walked back to the front doors of your apartment building, hearing his engine ignite and the vehicle pull off only when you stepped inside.

Must've been waiting for you to get in safely, how sweet of him. You didn't attribute it to the fact that your body was pure eye candy to Eren, and he savored the sight of your figure until it disappeared.

It was hard for you to settle into sleep that night, the thought of your next encounter with your new acquaintance filling your mind with endless possibilities.

[moxfirefly]

Fuck it. You know I’m a sucker for angst—so I have to ask (assuming I can ask again, that is, I feel like I’m hogging the emojis).

🚩 for any of the turtle boys, please, if you will. :)

Uhhhh this is quite interesting!

what are their vices? what's at least one negative trait they have? what indulgences do they have that are less than positive? what would people mention about them if asked to name a flaw?

Everyone has bad qualities, there’s no such thing as being fully perfect

But alas what are some of those pesky negative traits that the guys possess?

Starting of with our leader boy, Leo really has a micromanaging issue that has been everyone’s problem as some point. He’s controlling whether out of habit or simply because he takes being the oldest way too seriously.

It’s not the best thing to have, while it may come from a good place the righteous of it all is lost because micromanaging 3 grown dudes and even an s/o isn’t the way to go about things.

Leo also over-trains to the point of hurting himself. This man has fought with injuries, has kept injuries quiet and it’s not in the single digits, he’s done it a lot.

Passive aggressive when he’s upset and it’s ANNOYING.

Raph’s temper: in this essay…

No but seriously, we know, we get it. But Raph’s emotional constipation rivals his temper. Homeboy just doesn’t talk his shit out which results in him really swallowing a lot and that in itself adds to the temper.

Obsessive with his workouts. Yes they are a good Segway for him to vent but it can get a little excessive. Similar to Leo’s over training, Raph wants to be the strongest. He form is impressive and yes we can argue he is probably the strongest physically, but he isn’t the strongest emotionally. It’s a vicious loop.

Donnie is fond of his solitude but sometimes it’s to a worrying degree.

He’s not against spending time alone. He’s used it, he gets to work on his projects and advance whatever ideas he has. I was talking to my homie @supershiny-raven about this, that while Don takes his ninja lifestyle seriously it’s not really the end all be all for him that it probably is for Leo. Don wants to help in own ways, and science and robotics is the way in his eyes.

It’s all ha ha ha’s until one of them has to pry this motherfucker out of his cave and remind him that he has other things he can invest time into and HAS to invest time into. This proves even more troublesome once he’s in a relationship, it’s like you’re competing with science lol. He’s married to the job so to speak but it never stops being worrisome.

Don also has a tendency to think his way is the best way. Similar to Leo but not as overbearing. I’ve said it once I’ve said a hundred times, he’s the fixer. While there’s more pros to this aspect of his, it does bring about friction when somebody else likes having their shit a certain way. The same way Mikey isn’t allowed unsupervised in the lab, Mikey doesn’t allow Donnie in his room unsupervised either lmao. Seriously Don can be in there 15 minutes shooting the shit with him and at the same he’s moving stuff or putting it in an ‘order’ he thinks it’s best and Mikey loathes it.

Speaking of Mikey, again thanks to @supershiny-raven for giving me an interesting insight to something that could be a bad habit of his is

basically Mike has a weird commitment issues. Now it’s not about relationships, nah. It’s more committing to being serious when the time asks for it.

He’s put his expectations so high up because he feels he’s more prone to fuck up’s than his brothers. He wants to be level headed like Leo, mature like Don, strong like Raph but having worn his heart on his sleeve while good, it’s also proven a little bad at times. He sets up to high of expectation and when he can’t reach the goal it real fucks with him. So in an odd way it comes off as a type of commitment issue.

Downplaying stuff, mostly for himself. It’s not that Mikey doesn’t welcome help but fuck is he awful at accepting it, mainly because he’s so good at hiding it.

As for typical little things. Donnie’s affinity for energy drinks or caffeine pills. Mikey’s obsession with sugary drinks that really bump up his hyperactivity. Leo forgetting to eat at times or not feeing himself properly. Raph chewing stuff he shouldn’t like pens and straws and nails.

[wyrddogs]

Training update:

He's good on brushing and nail trims. I'm able to put toothpaste on a toothbrush and brush his front teeth; still working on back teeth. Can examine his ears. We're going to have our first bath this week and I'm assuming there will be Feelings.

He is progressing excellently with being shut in the dog run or behind a gate. Still zooms back and forth for a while but no longer vocalizing.

Does super well when crated inside while other dogs are loose downstairs. Does super well while crated upstairs in my room and Kermit and I are present. He's very calm in the crate.

Improving while crated and I'm downstairs. It takes him a few minutes before he starts yelling, and he does so with less intensity than a few weeks ago. I can almost get through a shower before he starts yelling. Having a fan as white noise really helps.

Still has a massive temper tantrum and flings poop everywhere when in the ex-pen while I'm at work. Sigh.

I've started tethering him by the dog bed during Chill Out Time in my room. He's doing super well chewing on a beef stick and is very appropriate when Kermit joins him. No RG on Kermit's end-- just very appropriate "this is mine" and Zaku backs off. I don't have to sit on top of them like I did with Bindi and Kermit.

Started doing offleash walks. He's doing amazingly well (I'm super pleased), but boy will we need to work on focus around distractions. This will get so much easier when I can take him on leashed walks around town. It's hard to work on engagement in the yard when we've already been doing engagement in the yard for a month.

I've had Existential Crises 12423525 through 1243533 this week.

Still a boss at the toy switching game. We work on it basically every day.

Been doing some restrained recalls and "look over there!" recalls. Very responsive. Ineed to train the emergency recall, just haven't thought of a word yet.

I'm going to put extra effort into doing recalls around the greyhound puppies for the foreseeable future. It will be imperative when we start taking him on offleash walks with them. (They think it is fun to run, and he thinks it is fun to chase them down and grab them. This is Not Allowed.) Today I used the more pushy greyhound puppy as a distraction and recalled Zaku while puppy was standing right next to us, and also while puppy was playfully biting at Zaku. I had Zaku on a leash to facilitate recall, but he turned around and zoomed over to me each time. Very happy with that. Also practiced recalls while the puppies were zooming on the other side of the fence, and again Zaku returned immediately. This is a really exciting situation for him, so I'm very happy with the improvement. We'll slowly work up to having them zoom on the same side of the gate as us. Once he's able to manage that, he'll be ready for walks with the greyhounds. I also plan to proof with the ecollar when he's older, for safety.

Also played tug games in the presence of the pushy puppy, and Zaku was very happy to play with me. I'm quite pleased with this, and will work to maintain it.

An agility classmate has now scolded me two weeks in a row for Zaku not knowing "sit" yet. I'm tempted to put it off longer to spite her, but I do actually need a stationary command now. I want to teach a proper tuck-sit, since I've never done it before.

Introduced the concept of loose leash walking. Going to take this slow; he can walk in harness at all other times. He pulls like a motherfucker, so I'm sure he'll enjoy joring.

He enjoyed confo class and was delighted to meet the trainer, which was the exact opposite reaction from Kermit. XD

[galaxysharks]

that second story is maddox and u cannot prove me wrong

I just remembered you called me old

Suffer, Anthony, this 'Incident' was written just for you

Maddox and Jet always say that Maddie's first word was 'needle-nose Pliers' and it was when she was eight. And to the world that's true, neither of them can remember otherwise, and her earlier instructors certainly never heard a peep.

But Auntie knows better.

Auntie remembers when little Maddie was four, small and flinchy, always jumping at loud sounds and pulling at her shirts that felt bad. She loved little Jet though, even when he was too loud, or pulled at her hair. Maddox even seemed to handle stressors better with her brother, less prone to full meltdowns, with baby Jet pushing down on her chest, like he was personally holding down her temper.

It was around 1am and Auntie was with her brother-in-law and his new wife, having a few drinks. This was back when she still mostly tolerated the man, but even then those beautiful babies were the light of her life.

But anyway, it was early and all the sudden little Maddie comes fumbling into the room, little arms flailing and tears streaming.

"Jet Sick! Crying! Can't fix him! Sick!"

Auntie remembers jumping from her seat, rushing to her side and scooping her into her arms. That wasn't helpful, apparently this was a touch-me-not day. She put her down again and grabbed the little stuffed bear from her bag, pressing it into Maddie's chest.

"hey, hey, ssshhhh.... Jet sick? I'll go and take care of him, ok? Stay and breathe, you'll feel better soon, you're a good big sister, you take care of him"

Auntie went into the bedroom and quite immediately discovered what has upset Maddox so much. Jet had gotten sick over himself and was crying. After getting him cleaned up and the sheets changed, she sat with him until he fell back asleep, reading and giving him crackers to settle his stomach.

Tired but relieved, Auntie makes her way back into the sitting room. And really she's not sure what she expected, maybe for little Maddie to be sleeping on the couch, or with her father, but really that was ambitious wasn't it?

No, instead what she found was that Motherfucker and his wife being belligerent drunks, crowding and snapping at Maddox, who had somehow managed to cram herself into the fireplace,which had thankfully already been cooling embers when she first appeared, her little feet and hands now covered in soot. One little fist stuffed into her mouth as she attempted to be as small and quiet as possible.

"what the FUCK do you think you're doing? Get away from her, you fucking maniac!"

"I don't appreciate how you're talking to my wife!"

"I don't appreciate how you're talking to my niece!"

"She has embarrassed us for years by refusing to speak! We believed there might be damage from the car accident, but instead we find out she's just been Lazy! She could speak this whole time! I refuse to let this behavior continue!"

"Take a hike Dante!"

"That is not my name!"

"Frankly I don't give a damn, get away from us before I do something rash"

Auntie watched him storm off, further into the house. She crouched down, gently reaching to pull the little fist from Maddox's mouth, little teeth imprints bleeding. The soot from the ashes had stained her head to toe, and Auntie can already see the red marks from Maddox trying to rub away the filth. Debating on if she would be making things worse, eventually Auntie decided that cleaning Little Maddie would have to take priority, and she reached forward and pulled the squirming child out from her hidey hole.

Using the softest rag she could find, Auntie cleaned up Maddie as best she could while having as little contact as possible, mindful of her fluctuating mood. After clearing the mess and making note of the minor scratches and burns, because evidently the embers were not as smothered as she had hoped, Auntie bandages her up and brought Maddox back to the kids' bedroom. She tucked her into the lower bunk next to her brother.

"hey little one, are we feeling any better now?"

Maddox smiled the saddest little smile, and lightly chewed on her hand, gently this time, bandages growing damp. Auntie figured she'd already picked her battle today, so just lightly ruffled Maddie's hair.

Auntie stood from her place, somehow knowing that Maddox wasn't about to speak again anytime soon, if ever again.

But right now she had bigger fish to fry, the foremost being the degenerate monsters that currently have custody. And she won't stop until her babies are free.

[eiiskonigin]

I am having the worst day and may need to quit my job. Real life venting under the cut:

Long story short, I work in a merchandising warehouse -- basically, we receive trucks and process the items for the attached store. And I have been having so many issues with these three tools they hired. No matter how hard I try, they do not listen.

And today I lost my fucking temper. I tried three times to communicate with them. Three. And on the third, I fucking screamed. Badly enough that the floor workers heard me.

And these motherfuckers still didn't listen to me.

So later on, I go to the office to talk with my manager (unrelated) and he decides we should talk about my attitude. How I was cranky and "other people were effected by your crankiness this morning."

Ex-fucking-scuse me? So my losing my temper at not being listened to is unacceptable, but these workers consistently refusing to listen to me OR the two coordinators because we're women is fine? Because they're Indian and it's part of their religion? And no, I'm not joking, that was my managers excuse.

I used to love this job, but the one manager who always had my back is leaving for another store and now I'm seriously considering quitting because I can't take it. This job has become so bad for my mental health, but finding another job is a nightmare.

Anyway. I just had to get this out. I'm going to go lay down now and hopefully just have a solid cry and feel better.

[frogwithhatto]

Dewdrop and anger

Tw: Skin picking/nail picking, feeling of being overstimulated, mentions of injury (very briefly/not detailed at the end)

- This ghoul has a short temper everyone who knows him is very aware of that but sometimes him being „angry“ and snapping at people is just his way of reacting to overstimulation

- Most of the time the one noticing first is Aether, clearly as he can sense it with his powers but sometimes (especially when it has been a long day and using your powers only tires you further) he has all of his surroundings „on mute“

- When this is the case or Aether just isn’t around the one’s taking notice of the root of dew’s anger are Mountain and Rain

- Those two know how it feels when everything is just too much and you can’t even stand the sound of your own breathing. They know how chattering and quite conversations combined with other background noises can turn into a crushing wave of sounds slowly pulling you under until something inside you snaps.

- They might not react to overstimulation the same way as Dewdrop does but they resonate deeply with how he’s feeling.

- Usually one of them will confront Dew, taking him to a quite place to calm him down. Not without getting some protests like „I’m fine Rain take your slimy ass fingers off of me“ or „Mountain you might be taller but I won’t hesitate to motherfucking tackle you if you touch me again“

- Once alone Dewdrop usually relaxes, unclenching his jaw and rolling his shoulders to get rid of the tension. They will hold back until he makes the first move waiting patiently, careful not to make a sound and ready to help him in any way he needs them to. Usually Dew starts off with a mumbled „thank you“ slowly coming closer for a hug

- When they’re not around things have ended badly in the past. Dew will try to cope by picking his skin or nails at first. Sometimes it works and he calms down a bit. Nevertheless being a guitarist he suffers the consequences of sensitive fingers.

- If it doesn’t work he will pick fights with others to release his energy which once led to Aether taking care of him for 2 weeks because of his injuries. After it Aether, Mountain and Rain agreed on at least one of them always being at Dewdrop’s side when they’re out and about.

Hey hello I’m back as always every like is greatly appreciated as well as feedback :) I’ve really missed writing so excited to be back!

[gvftea]

You all think that he’s this “sunshiney” guy, all soft and innocent, as if he is not one of the most deadpan and overall crass guys in the band. Every interview, he’s always very witty with comebacks but he’s always speaking in a very blunt, matter of fact tone. I know his rhinestone diary thing are a joke but he most definitely has a short temper and is an overall pretty intense guy just at a starting point. He and Jake would get into literal fistfights over shit with the band. And the sheer fact that he has quoted multiple SNL comedians and motherfucking Hunter S. Thompson as personal idols and y’all STILL refuse to see who josh really is below all the crystals and sparkly outfits?????

Bestie you just listed all of the reasons why I'm feral for Josh. Blunt, crass, witty, deadpan with a sense of humour and he's intelligent too. He's also well-travelled, and from what friends (who aren't fans) have told me, he can actually be quite soft spoken and very kind and receptive to people. So both the delusional fans and you are correct about who he is, or at least who he is in public.

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[bri-the-bi]

Apprenticember Days 1-3

I meant to start this yesterday because I missed day 1 bUT I passed the fuck out LET’S GO MOTHERFUCKERS

1. Introduce your apprentice! Just their name, personality, appearance, likes/dislikes for now! If you have pictures of them, post them today!

Delia Florgrande

The amnesiac apprentice with an affinity for sarcasm and trouble.

OTHER NAMES: Dels, Lia, Little Flower (by family)

PRONOUNS: She/her

SEXUALITY: Bisexual

BIRTHDAY: September 1st

ZODIAC: Virgo

MBTI: INFP

HEIGHT: 5′6

FURSONA: I want to say a phoenix for the same reason her familiar is a phoenix

MAGIC CAPABILITIES: Apparently, anything. Because she’s literally the fucking fool. She’s quite adept at healing and repairs, however, and prior to the plague, she had an affinity for air related magic as well.

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FAVORITE COLOR: Gold, like the edge of Elidi’s feathers (her familiar)

FAVORITE SEASON: Winter

FAVORITE FOOD: Selasi’s pumpkin bread

FAVORITE DRINK: Hot chocolate

FAVORITE FLOWER: Yellow foxglove (digitalis grandiflora)

FAVORITE FRUIT: Blackberries

FAVORITE STARBUCKS: Delia gets a hot chocolate and a cake pop. She’s not really a coffee girl.

•••

PERSONALITY: Delia is sarcastic and headstrong, with a penchant for snark and sarcasm. Despite being riddled with self-doubt, Delia has the great urge to prove herself, especially to Asra, and to prove she’s grown to take care of herself despite her... delicate condition three years prior.

For someone in customer service—or maybe because she’s in customer service—Delia has a remarkably short temper. She’s one to get pissed off easily, but clench her teeth and smile (albeit rather passive aggressively) through it. Delia is one to look at the big picture first before dealing with the little details or things that have already happened. Like Asra (and likely due to her amnesia), Delia can be rather disorganized at times, and frequently misplaces or forgets things.

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After all that, I wanna go into some detail about the origins of her character design (at least, that I picture for her in the game).

Delia’s heritage is based loosely off of my own, that being Latino and Southeast Asian (although Delia’s father is the Latino parent whereas my mom is Latina, and Delia’s mother is the equivalent of Southeast Asian like my dad).

Because of this, I wanted to incorporate traditional Thai and Dominican fashions in her character design, including a skirt similar to a pha nung and belt from Thailand’s traditional chut thai, and a top similar to the Dominican Republic’s traditional dress (all pictured below).

She has a purple pendant as a reference to the Heartsong Festival tale, as its my personal headcanon that the necklace Asra wears was originally hers and made to match her eyes-- so after her resurrection, he made one for her as well to match. 

Pictured below is an example of a modern version of Delia from my sims save because I can’t make CC to save my fucking life, and therefore can’t make a game accurate version of her.

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2. Who is their LI? What’s their relationship like?

More sims 4 because fuck you also I gave Asra non-binary nails in this outfit and I love them

Delia’s main LI is Asra! They are each other’s home, each other’s true north. When one is getting into trouble, the other is right there beside them (usually with Asra roping them both into trouble, although Delia rarely attempts to put a stop to it despite being the one with their Singular Shared Braincell most of the time). 

They often put their friendship before their relationship, supporting each other in nearly any endeavor. Asra usually helps to calm Delia’s short temper with light teasing and jokes, and Delia is often there to help Asra open up a little and more comfortably wear his heart on his sleeve.

Arguments are rare between the couple, partially because of Asra’s fear that another fight will lead to losing Delia again (not fun reminder that Asra and the apprentice’s last conversation before they died was a FIGHT. So. Have fun with that). Because of Asra trying to keep the peace at all times, Delia often has to remind Asra that it’s okay for them to argue or fight sometimes, and it’s okay for them to be mad at each other. Likewise, because while recovering Delia was always trying to prove to Asra (and herself) that she was capable and didn’t need him around to take care of her, Asra sometimes has to remind her that they know that she can take care of herself and she doesn’t always have to take everything on her shoulders to prove it or spite someone.

The two magicians bring out the best in each other, and always have each other to come home to. If there’s anyone Delia can depend on to be there for her (even if it’s just through water communication), it’s Asra.

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3. Give a short summary of their relationship to the other main characters!

NADIA SATRINAVA

Delia and Nadia are friends! I imagine they’re not as close as they’d like to be because Delia feels just slightly intimidated by Nadia, but they can definitely confide in each other and ask for each others’ advice on different topics.

JULIAN DEVORAK

Oh my god, this dramatic bastard. Delia attacked him when he first broke into her shop. She’s kinda exasperated with him at all times. While they’re not close, they are friends, and she likes attending whatever shows he’s in with Portia.

MURIEL

Delia wants to be closer to Muriel, since he’s Asra’s best friend. She prefers giving him space though. It’s kinda like trying to befriend a cat— if you want them to come close to you, you kinda have to ignore them or just casually exist in their presence. She’ll often come visit him with Asra, usually with food or something to thank him for letting them into his safe space when she knows he’s a hermit.

PORTIA

Portia and Delia are best friends. Delia gets palace gossip from Portia, Portia gets town gossip from Delia, and Delia often helps Portia practice magic when she’s out of her lessons with Asra’s parents. When they can, they often explore the palace to try and find other hidden passageways and stuff.

LUCIO

Lucio jailed the love of her life’s parents, leaving him an orphan, turned Muriel into his own personal executioner, and stole her body.

Yeah... Delia’s not too fond of him.

That being said, in another canon with my friends and all their apprentice MCs, Delia’s just kind of sick of Lucio’s shit. He does however, have a redemption arc in this AU (AU? Separate canon? I’m not sure how to refer to it) and is with one of her best friends, Aurelia ( @you-go-doe ‘s MC), so she can tolerate him. Not for very long though.

[kaylamoaarmy]

Soooo decided to watch stranger things (binge watch actually) and here is my commentary that no one asked for :

El: This character needs something that is less centered on her power and more of her traumas. I mean okay her power are important. But she's also a girl who loves her father, math, her friends, max and trying new things. Who tries to look at the positive side. Also I don't love how they portrayed her relationship with the others. Like how everytime Dustin or Nancy or Steve talk about her she's just the girl with the "superhero" power. Not Jane our friend. Or smt else. And her relationship with Mike was doomed since season 1. Like she always loved Mike as a friend, her first, while he was attracted to her ... Supernatural? Did he ever show an actual once of love towards her, her hobbies, her body.... Also give us emo El back. Hate her brown/ boring style. It's not her.

Joyce : she is definitely a hidden genius and I feel people do not recognize it. She was one of the first to find clues, and to actually search for them. And a lovely mom even tho she's quite.... The mess

Murray: I love him. That's all I have to say. Best character ever written in the history of chaos.

Hopper: He is one of the best character and the only "safe" one. But he needs to check his temper. Or try a different coping mechanism. Or have more social skills

Robin: cool character, not my fave but love the friendship we got with Steve. Feel like the fandom is too focused on her sexuality ( Wich I love the representation) to actually see her as she is. Which is a geek. Actual courageous. Where are her parents?

Max: she's a badass but has the emotional range of a spoon. Really beautiful. Good taste in music. Love the depth of her character. Once again a shared trauma. (The show should have called "Why therapy when you can upside down ?") Does she skate still ? The fact that their is no scene of her and El in a skate arena is surprising. For real.

Lucas: one of the few rational character of the show. Loved his septic persona. Season 4 (at least half of it) was not his best. Again, feel like his character is quite simple . But it's good. His best friend is Dustin.

Dustin: cutest motherfucker in the show. Love his randomness. Love that his personality is not based on his love life (unlike a lot of male characters) If he weren't their they would have died the first season. The actual leader of the gang.

Steve: love the sarcasm. Again overlooked role. He goes way over being the mom/babysitter cause he actually cares for the kids safety. Actually not depressed or traumatized by the events (which is weird) parents...are MIA ? Should not end up with Nancy in season 5 ( I think he should move on or not actively search for a gf every five seconds)

Mike: a mess since season five. Has a surge of leadership/ rationality than goes back to being a vegetable. Get jealous easily...(perks of being the middle child ?) Needs to seriously think about his relationship with everyone. And learn respect. I don't believe he'll end up with Will because I think he needs to work on himself before trying anything with anyone. Fix also his obsession with El. Making out all summer (every Day) is NOT normal.

Will: really needs a hug, and a wake up call. His place in the OG d and d club is invisible. Love his art focused character. Again, his sexuality is NOT his personality. Should focus on himself and finding a new goal. Being overly controlled by everyone is not a good thing, even if you have been in hell. Most action seen in season 3, waits for more in season 5.

Nancy: the epitome of good girl Gone Bad. Or tried to. Anyway girl boss all the way. GIRL CRUSH too. But need to stop being self-centered. But than again am the same so.

Jonathan : he's as cowardly as a cow when it comes to his feeling. Didn't felt him in season 4, unlike season 1 2 where he actually did smt. Also, doing weed is not going to help you fixe your Relationship and esteem problem.

Anyway that's for now. Need to finish season 4.

[alyosiuscreightonward]

Dear Diary. I need to get out of my head. I overthink. I don’t know what is true or false. My emotions are everywhere. It’s very much like attempting to dodge the raindrops. One may have an umbrella but no matter how one tries, you will still get wet.

This is exactly why I am “The Demolition Man.” I destroy everything in my life. I will never have anything nice. I do have my mom’s Baccarat Crystal but it’s in bubble wrap and in a box and it’s probably never going to see the light of day.

I’m having one of those Walmart Temper Tantrums. I want to be told that I am a terrible human being because I have no right to my feelings about him.

These feelings I have, well, I don’t want them. I was just able to make do without having feelings. But since I am a fucking loser who needs to be put down like a patient of Jack Kevorkian. No way wait a minute. Just shoot me in the head or something and let me die right there. Or even better yet, I’ll stand in the middle of the street and I’ll wait to get hit by a car. Or maybe he will get in his truck and just run me down. I’ll be more than happy to jump in front of him so he can erase me.

He will most likely say that he is so very sorry that he reignited feelings that I have absolutely no right to having. I don’t deserve anything. I am told that I have to go and live my life with nothing. All I’m allowed to have are my material possessions and absolutely nothing else. I am not allowed to have feelings.

Just tell me that I suck and I need to shut the fuck up and stop existing. GO!! DON’T!! YOU’RE SO FUCKING ANNOYING!!! Die. Motherfucker, Die.

I’m sure that he is terrified of me. He likes the attention but that’s it. I know that he has other things going in his life and sadly I’m the interloper. I am the person that gets in but was never invited. “I’d invite you but I’m afraid you’d accept.”

I will never know. I’ve got to come to grips with knowing that I am incapable. Yes, I am quite well aware that he has bullshit going on in his life and I can’t be apart of it because he is terrified of me. He doesn’t want to know me anymore.

Are there other people who are throwing themselves at him and he doesn’t know what to do about it because he probably prefers vagina over a penis and testicles. He has a very nice penis and testicles. I’m a fucking Eunuch and my junk is gone. Even if I do have an erection, and I do masturbate, my little two minute thing is not going to bring me pleasure. I don’t deserve it and I don’t deserve that pleasure. I’m a loser.

Does he actually think that it’s going to be one of those hyper-sexualized moments? It’s not a fucking porn. There will be no kissing or anything like it is portrayed in a porn video. That’s not what I want. But does he know that?!

This is all because I wanted to actually talk to someone last night on my way home but I think that when I called him, he saw my number and bitch slapped me. So therefore I am so fucking needy and I don’t deserve to have him in my life. LOSER!!!

YOU DON’T DESERVE ANYTHING!!!

Apparently when I get the smallest amount of attention, I’m picking out China patterns? I’m sending out invitations?!

I think of the lyrics, “It’s silly of me, to think you could ever be my guy.” Deniece Williams is on the money with that song. Or even better yet, GWAR said it best, “I’M SICK OF YOU!!”

“Dreams welcome.” BULLSHIT!! I’m my own worst enemy and I’m just the living embodiment of being the best example of “Inner Saboteur.” I’m the Demolition Man.

He probably won’t break it to me gently. He will just drop me and go on with his life without me in it. I bet he’s sorry that he ever met me. I’m sure he hates me. I’m sure that he wants me dead. I just ruin everything!!

I’m sure that he will say, “You don’t deserve anything. You’re a loser. Just please go the fuck away.” Now I’m sure that this conversation will never happen. Because I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve to have feelings and he’s going to make sure of it.

He will squish me like a bug. He will most likely cut off his ankle rather than scrape me off the bottom of his shoe.

I brought this on. I just wanted to hold him in my arms. Now, I’m going to accept that I’m a loser and I don’t deserve anything. I’m just old and ugly and stupid and just another loser who exists and I don’t deserve to exist.

I’m going to tell you one last time. I did not want these feelings. I hid them away for years. Years. I denied them. I had not been with another warm body for more than 20 years. I went around and checked myself. If I had a feeling, I went about to get rid of them. I see it now. We don’t deserve each other anymore.

“What were you thinking?! Jesus H Fucking Christ, insert government name here. That was your biggest mistake to think! Get the fuck over it and disappear!!”

[commander-jbennett]

Personal log: So, in order to transfer, I had to have an up to date physical...How was I supposed to know that my organs are on the wrong side??? I only find this out now at age 30 and from a Vulcan doctor who was really fascinated with my weirdly mirrored organs. Nothing is wrong with them, they're just on the wrong side. So fuck me if I need a transplant or anything I guess.

I feel bad for whoever the main doctor, Chief Medical Officer, is aboard the ship who has to worry about my fucked up mirrored organs. Should I tell them? Will it be in my file?? I'm supposed to wear a medical bracelet. Which I have on right now...Good luck to any doctor.

I also have yet to meet the captain of the ship I was transferred to, and I hope to keep it that way for a few business days so I can mentally prepare myself. Though if we meet earlier, I just hope I won't embarrass myself. Hell, I have yet to make contact with really anyone as a colleague and crewmate. I will keep this log updated.

I hope they don't mind my lack of eye contact and just general complete weirdness. Ugh...this is why I have no friends, well no one I'd consider a friend. I'm not a social butterfly, I'm more of a reclusive moth who has a social anxiety disorder. I want to make friends, I really do, but people, humans especially, scare me. They're as volatile as I can be, but still often better restrained.

[He groans in frustration.]

No one wanted anything to do with me after I sent someone to the hospital in the Academy after Izzy died. They started it! Said shit they weren't supposed to. They then hit first, called me a damn slur too, but then played victim and were all like, "oh, woe is me". It still makes my blood boil to think of that little lousy motherfucker. Damn waste of oxygen that plants worked so hard to produce. He ended up dropping because it was too hard for him academically, kept partying, never studied, and I know there are people out there who think I made him drop, that I bullied him out of Starfleet.

[His voice is raising as his temper flairs.]

If I wanted to bully him, if I had bullied him, I would have made sure his life slowly became a miserable hell where he had no one to blame but himself. He would have actually suffered instead of getting a damn slap on the wrist because his dear daddy is some important Admiral. He's so lucky I held back when fighting him...I could have killed him. Fuck, I wanted to. I really wanted to, but...something held me back. I...don't really know what it was exactly. I know it wouldn't have been the thought of disappointing my dad, fuck him.

So, what was it?

........

[His voice is soft now, sad]

You know...

I wonder if I'd be better off socially if I had been raised by my mother, if I'd be better adjusted, a better son, not a lonely disappointment. She had to have been disappointed deep down when meeting me for the first time. I...don't know how she wouldn't have been...She was beautiful, regal, restrained... just everything I'm not.

I don't always know why I do things...why I fight people, why I'm so petty, so damn turbulent at times... People don't always know what to make of me because I'm supposed to be quiet and proper and unemotional, repressed, but they treat me like nitroglycerine -- dynamite as soon as I open my mouth. [He sighs heavily, dramatically.]

Ooooh, Mordred...

[He then snorts softly, but sighs again.]

Well...Hopefully no one on board knows of my reputation from my Academy days. Hell, what are the odds of them being from the graduating class of 2252 or the surrounding years where they could remember it?

This is a fresh new start and I hope to make the most of it by making friends. I want to make friends. I'm also hoping to improve myself somehow. I don't quite yet know how...but I want to be better, do better, feel better.

[skhardwarevers1]

I think abt the similarities and differences between Aster and Crayon compared to I.O2 and Moon too much. (Rant below cut :P)

Cuz if we’re talking canon ending of I.O2? She’s very different from Moon. Moon has SEEN THINGS. Moon has been more people than they can count. I.O2 has humanity issues and also a crippling fear of abandonment. They’re different but hit it off well because their origins are similar (labs, close with their creator and betrayed, technically Moon started off a lot like I.O2 personality wise. They see themselves in her). They understand each other because their differences make them similar. They’ve both learned to see the humanity and identity within themselves, that is why they hit it off so well

Meanwhile on the other side, Crayon and Aster are WILDLY different. Aster lies low and only takes on things they’re asked to do. Crayon (in his past) was a man of action that would beat the shit out of a motherfucker for looking at him snide. Both of them are capable of fighting, but Crayon is much more short tempered while Aster can keep their hatred inside. Aster learned to bottle up his feelings and only talk about it when he reached point of breakdown, Crayon learned to lash out when things got too much. Neither of them can quite understand how the other thinks yet they’d rather die than fight with each other. Make sarcastic comments and poke fun sure, but if they were able to become friends they’d be dependent on one another. Crayon has the initiative that Aster doesn’t, and Aster has the calmness and patience that Crayon seems to lack. Their similarities only seem to make them different. They don’t really know who they are, their only sense of identity coming from their actions rather than their identity. That’s why I can’t figure out their relationship. Because they can’t figure it out.