#could’ve only happened in the timeframe it happened in

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Misako is a good mother and i will die on this hill

I am stupidly passionate over little lego people, so I am compiling a list of reasons as to why Misako’s actions are understandable and to show that the logic some people use to call her a bad mother is maybe just a little silly. putting it under a read more though bc i am writing so goddamn much

Point number 1: leaving Lloyd at Darkley’s

Most points I see about this is people saying “well why didn’t she leave him with Wu” which there are MULTIPLE reasons for.

1. He had just banished Garmadon, yknow, Misako’s husband. While it was on accident, Misako likely would not feel comfortable leaving her son with Wu

2. Morro. Now, we don’t know when exactly Wu took Morro in, as we’re never given an exact timeframe, however I would put it somewhere between the FSM’s death and a little while before Garmadon’s banishment. Misako full well could have bore witness to what happened with Morro, or could’ve been told about it. Misako is thus very reasonable in not wanting to leave her infant son, the actual Green Ninja, with Wu, as for all she knew, the moment Wu figured it out he would start training Lloyd. She would not want Lloyd to miss out on his childhood while possibly also becoming a self-important prick with a massive ego (bc for how much I love Morro, I can admit that that’s what he became due to the whole Green Ninja thing).

3. If Wu DID realise Lloyd was the green ninja, and then start to train him, it’d mean Misako leaving Lloyd in the first place would have been for nothing. Misako was trying to prevent the prophecy, not speed it up.

And then it comes to Darkley’s itself, and the fact that there are multiple reasons leaving Lloyd there would have been a good option in Misako’s eyes

1. It is a school for future villains. It was likely the ONE PLACE Lloyd could go where he wouldn’t be ostracised by his peers like we see him being in the Ninjago movie, especially because we can guess that Garmadon had a reputation for being evil PRIOR to his banishment, as when the villagers of Jamanakai think Lloyd is saying he’s Lord Garmadon, they’re terrified of him, until they see him and realise he’s Lord Garmadon’s like, 10 year old son. Darkley’s was the one place being the son of Lord Garmadon would HELP HIM

2. She had no way of knowing Lloyd would get mistreated by other students. How was she supposed to anticipate Brad putting fire ants in Lloyd’s bed years before it happened? Also, she had no way of knowing the school itself would mistreat him. She likely wasn’t told he was kicked out/ran away from Darkley’s, or wasn’t given the time to come find/collect him, because she very much would have the common sense to know there’s no one else to look after him

3. For all she knew, Garmadon was the Dark Lord in the prophecy. She had no idea it actually meant the Overlord. She could’ve thought that if Lloyd looked up to his father and wanted to be on his side, and neither of them wanted to fight each other, it could help to stall the prophecy.

And then, we get to the fact that we don’t really see her make things up to Lloyd about the whole “abandoning him at an evil boarding school thing”, which is because Ninjago was originally only supposed to be 2 seasons long, and Misako only first appears SEVEN EPISODES IN to season 2. They had no time to give her any character development or show her bonding with Lloyd, because they only had 6 more episodes left after her first appearance.

Since then, it seems the writers have just chosen to imply she has family bonding time with Lloyd off screen. We can see that they now care for each other as a family, so it’s very likely that she DOES try to bond with Lloyd but the writers just didn’t want to/couldn’t find a way to fit it into the show itself.

She has made mistakes, yes, but she is trying to make up for them and none of the reasoning behind her mistakes was outright malicious. She wanted to protect her son as much as possible, and keep him from having to fight his own father.

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Price:

Generally grew up with a pretty dull family life; parents were distant, especially his dad

Made a vow that he would not only be a good father, but he would remind those around them that they are watched over, whether they liked it or not

Dad taxation like it’s the end of the fucking world.

Oh you got a little sweet drink? Better not look away, he’s taking a sip

Buy candy at the gas station? His arm’s already careened around the side of the driver’s seat, asking you for some

Big on movies, but will absolutely fall asleep while watching them, then shoot up and tell you not to change the channel when you even touch the remote

Struggles a lot internally trying to deal with the fact that every mission might be his last with his boys, mulling over the loss of Alex, wondering if the same will happen to Gaz

Genuinely sees Garrick as the son he never had and knows that the kid admires him

It’s not often Price gets a hug or a pat on the back, but it’s hard for him to hide the wide smile that spreads across his lips when one of his team wraps an arm around him or pats his shoulder.

Survivor’s guilt to the max, man. Every mission is a mental preparation for the worst, and the very idea that he could be responsible for any one of the 141’s deaths weighs on him like all hell

Couldn’t decide if he wanted to get ordained or be the best man at Laswell’s wedding, so he did both. He sobbed as he read out his lines, then threw dad ass during the after-party.

Has a habit of calling his team, especially Gaz, “son” and has just gotten so used to it that he’s stopped correcting himself, and not a single member has brought it up seriously (aside from gag gifts for the holidays)

The warmest, most loving hugs out of the entire 141. The other's hugs are great, but there is so much genuine care put into every single bear hug of his. Each embrace holds you like it's your last, enveloping you in warmth as he mutters a few words of comfort, thanks, or both.

Wishes he could be a better father to his own daughters, but continuously finds reasons to stay in the military

Because of that, he is the absolute worst at discipline when he's on leave. He can scold as much as he wants, but his kids know he’s not being serious. Spoils them to not end.

His daughters also love Gaz and see him as an older brother

Gaz:

Like Price, there’s a lot of internal blame for everything.

Maybe if he shot first, or got to the site faster—maybe if he was better... those soldiers, those people, could’ve been saved.

Sees himself often as a shield, a hand in battle, and with that, sees himself as expendable. If it means seeing his team come back alive, he’d do anything to make sure that they’re okay.

Selfless to a fault. He’s taken more bullets, more stabs, and more punches than anyone else on the team during TF-141’s active timeframe. Price worries like hell over him because, on most missions, he comes back with at the very least a swollen cheek.

Considered smoking to take the edge off, but hates the taste of cigarettes and cigars, and prefers edibles over it all.

Even with that, he still tries to handle it “naturally,” insisting he’s alright and doesn’t need anything to cope, that the stress and anxiety will just pass eventually.

Refused therapy for a long time because he was afraid of getting worse, but eventually started going and has overall enjoyed his time

Was a parkour kid and then just… never lived it down.

Because of this, it’s nearly impossible to get away from the guy. Soap’ll pull pranks on him and have the guy in a dead sprint across base, leaping and vaulting off of boxes, crates, and other soldiers just to catch the Scotsman.

Bit people when he was a kid, too

Says “bruh”

“A woman? The only woman in my life is Joann Fabrics.”

Knows how to sew, patches up his clothes all the time, stitching his initials into the tags.

What can he say? He likes to keep his stuff to himself (plus with all of the stuff that Soap steals, if he doesn’t put a label on ‘em, they’ll be right in the lost and found)

Bit his nails pretty far down to the point where they hurt, so he tried out different nail polishes to keep himself from biting. When on the field, if he feels like he needs to bite them, he just sharpie’s them in (it works well enough for the guy)

Is completely content with drinking things right out of the fridge, regardless of who’s home. The milk you got yesterday? He’s just takin’ a quick swing, no worries, no really, it’s fine—just a sip, JUST A SIP—

Soap:

This guy plasters on a smile to cover up his crazy anxiety and intense paranoia; the responsibility he feels for his team, especially his lieutenant, is fucking crazy

He’ll take a bullet for everyone, but he’s more than willing to take whatever is needed for Ghost or Price, knowing they’re a higher rank, therefore sees them as more important. He holds Gaz in the same way, but he can't act the same because he's supposed to see him as equal; yet he would willingly take an RPG for the kid

Loves giving himself and his teammates spa days; face and hair masks, deep conditioning, threading eyebrows

Big on physical affection, but really relishes in the idea that he can do things for the people he cares about instead of hugs if preferred

The guy’s filled with so much love, it’s hard to contain, but he’s really really good at waiting and holding back for those who aren’t as into touching.

Like he knows Price loves hugs, so he’ll take any chance to pat his shoulder or include him in the fun, wrapping an arm around him, engaging him with the rest of the team’s shenanigans

Gaz loves the silly stuff with Soap, so they’ll pretend to make out or make fake moaning sounds, smacking the walls to make it seem like they’re fucking or something just to mess with any poor bystanders on base; adores how much shit he can pull with Gaz, so at the drop of a feather, he’s up and ready to fuck around and find out with the younger Brit. They are responsible for thousands of dollars in property damage.

Quality time with Roach is a big thing for the two of them since Roach seemingly always has something he has to do, and Soap can’t always help him (paperwork and such); just sitting in the same room, making light conversation, or doodling on the scratch paper while his fellow sergeant files papers is enough for him.

He knows Ghost isn’t huge on physical affection, so all of his touches never go past a short, half-embrace; usually landing on things like a clap on the shoulder or punch to the arm. Otherwise, Soap’ll run around doing tasks for him, helping him with the privates for the day, and other mundanities for his lieutenant. If it makes his life easier, Soap would tell him to consider it done before he even starts.

Sometimes wonders how good the team would be without him; if it all came down to it, what would he need to do to make sure that the 141 could manage without his support?

Big overthinker. Spends hours sometimes just cleaning the same knife over and over again, staring off into space, eyes blank as his mind tries to click puzzle pieces together

Thalassophobia

Still calls it a “slumby” instead of a slumber party

“It’s not a slumber party”

“YES IT IS WERE HAVING FUN AND WERE STAYING THE NIGHT IT’S A SLUMBY”

Its an abandoned warehouse in the middle of no where, there’s leaks in the roof, and the ground is damp.

Ghost:

Was a really anxious kid that ended up trying to cover it all up in his teens. Was actually kinda popular in high school; athletic, good-natured, and genuinely tried his best in his courses. There was always something sort of off about him though, he’d sit in class with a faraway look, spacing out, sometimes coming into school with eyebags for days.

Bit people as a kid

Wanted to go to college for computer engineering, but was highly discouraged and ended up getting into the military instead (as well as other reasons)

Still sometimes wonders about working with tech instead of using firearms, but those are just dreams, nothing more. He has a job to do now, it’s useless to think about anything but that.

Trusts every single member of the 141 (eventually Alej and Rudy) with his life. Is absolutely terrible at actually saying it, but would take a tank to the teeth to make sure they all end up alive. He isn’t willing to let them be selfless—he isn’t willing to give anyone up.

Milk drinker

Raw egg eater

Likes almonds, does not like cashews. Has never given a reason why.

Does not care for bugs.

“Why are you screaming, it’s a beetle.”

Doesn’t really get the whole deal about insects because they're usually so easy to take care of, but will remove them once everyone quiets down, taking a little piece of paper and cup, scooping up the little thing, and placing it outside. If someone's got a fear, he respects it and will take care of it, but he does it all with a neutral look on his face.

His main party trick is that he can swallow a cup of jello without blinking.

Just bottoms up, down the hatch, and done

Soap tried to do the same thing once and it ended up with him making a HOUGH sound and the jello, still fully intact, shooting across the room and splatting against the wall

Likes to write down jokes he thinks of on his arm; carries a pen everywhere

On that note, his arm and hands are his notepads. You can easily find random numbers, dates, a few mismatched words, and a small grocery list all on his non-dominant hand

Feels like he can’t ever get married or have kids because he’s so afraid of what happened to his parents will happen to him, and he never wants to do that to anyone, especially someone he loves

Still struggles with a lot of self-worth, denying the idea of a family or a stable future. It’s easier to not think about the future when you aren’t sure if you’re going to make it through the next mission

Is Normal British Guy #81 in his civvies, unless with the 141. He’ll wear a scarf or a mask for hunting or for winter, but he genuinely doesn’t wear shit during normal hours. If he's with one of his teammates, he'll wear a face mask of any sort.

One time, Soap was down south to pick up a specific brand of coffee he likes (yes, he’s particular), and Simon, who was getting some last-minute groceries, just stared at him for a good nineteen seconds before walking to the back of the store.

Soap didn’t know it was him.

... and he never will because Ghost’ll never tell him

Nosey nelly, this one.

Knows everyone’s info, for some reason.

He knows your address, and your social security number, oh, tell your mom “happy birthday.”

The team’s gotten used to it because he’s gotten better, but they all know that he’s seen their files.

it's all precautionary, doesn't intend for it to be creepy

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If Kate was adamant she didn’t want this information out there before Easter, what strategies could’ve been deployed by their PR to prevent this mess? Hyperactive information environment or not, if she didn’t change that position, all the PR can do is follow the strategy and brief editors that there’s a very good reason for the radio silence and promise an update after Easter. The only thing I can think of is releasing regular ‘doctors are pleased with Kate’s progress and expect her to be back to Royal duties after Easter’ statements to manage expectations. Also presuming she didn’t want to take part in any ‘at home recovering’ style images or videos for social which given the circumstances is understandable. The big mistake was bowing to pressure and releasing an image on Mother’s Day that ended up blowing up in their faces. If they felt compelled to release something, an older picture with the caveat that it was taken last year as the Princess is still recovering and not posing for photos at this time would’ve been better.

If their hands were truly tied, then yeah, there's not a lot they can do. I think an important take-away is that we always need to be able to not only articulate what's going to happen in a given situation, but also explain why. In this particular case, by leaving an information vacuum, they created a much worse outcome. I hope someone explained that clearly to "The Firm". Of course we saw much worse with Andrew and his disastrous live interview where he wasn't able to answer basic questions, or even pivot to key messages. There is clearly a lot wrong with how the family handles the media - it's nothing new, but it is definitely broken.

Original statement should have given less detail. “Abdominal surgery”+10-14 day hospital stay+3 month recovery timeframe is just enough info to invite people to try to solve the puzzle. 

 2) Royal watchers twigged something was off early on because of KP’s unusual silence when they are known for being leaky as a sieve. Their usual MO is a constant drip of vacuous puff pieces by the Royal Rota. A good PR strategy would have been to continue feeding the Wales and Middleton happy perfect family stories (the kids have made their mum get well cards! Carole’s been by her daughter’s side! William is making breakfasts by hand!) This could have been done with no involvement on Kate’s part and a minimal burden on William to approve the briefs. Instead the absence of the usual drip drip drip got the public’s attention, especially in contrast to Buckingham Palace’s steady-on strategy for Charles’s procedure and cancer. 

 3) PR can only do so much about their principal’s demeanor and I can’t get too much on William’s case for his noticeably weird behavior while he’s been dealing with his wife’s cancer diagnosis. But at minimum someone should be empowered enough to look the man in the eye and had him practice saying “She’s recovering from her procedure, thank you for your concern” so that he could reel off that line when people or press asked him about Kate during his engagements. His pretending not to hear thing did NOT help.  

 4) I agree they should have never released the Mother’s Day photo. Nor the two car pap photos, which were obviously not candid but clumsy attempts to address speculation. Each one was fuel to the fire. The effort would have been better spent on a simple statement signed by Kate saying the PoW thanks the public for their concern, she appreciates the cards, and she reiterates her desire for privacy at this time. 

This woman was failed at every conceivable point.

Silence during a crisis breeds suspicion and speculation. Social media provides a broad, uncontrollable platform and rewards those who amplify the nonsense.

Mother’s Day presented a prime opportunity. An IG story with a carousel of past photos of Kate & the kids and a 15 sec voiceover of Kate saying:

”Thank you so much for all your well wishes. I’m looking forward to returning to my duties when I’m cleared to do so. I’ll be celebrating Mother’s Day quietly with my husband and children this year but I hope you all have a lovely day.”

There were any number of ways that Kate could have been briefly engaged without being intrusive or needing to show her face.

It should never have come to this.

Or a picture of her as a child with HER mom. Isn’t the point of Mother’s Day to honor your own mother, not tout your role as a mom? A nice post about her mom with some pictures of her would have been lovely.

My sense through this is that the PR people (who are professionals and handle sticky situations all the time) had their hands tied by what William and Kate did and did not want to do. Given the circumstances it is understandable that they would back down and follow the couple's script - even as they watched fires pop up all over that they were not allowed to address.

A lot of people on here who don’t understand there is a family of people who are “royals” and The Royal Family which is a public institution and has responsibility for public service and some constitutional duties, aka The Firm.

Does Kate deserve privacy? Sure.

Does, “The Princess of Wales” get to take 4 months away from her public duties without explaining why? No. It’s not how The Firm works. Does Kate get to approve PR about The Princess of Wales? Maybe, maybe not. That title belongs to the institution.

So these are two separate things. And this has been a great example of how digital and social media means carrying on with two distinct entities, is likely no longer viable.

The information that she was having surgery was already out. However, announcing that Charles had cancer as well while he was still being seen out was what led people to come up with wild theories. If the king can walk around with cancer then Kate can go out for a quick I'm ok wave was the thinking. And let's be real here, there is soooooo much more going on than they'll say. There was absolutely NO reason for a photo collage of a moment that never existed. She was already seen in the car with her mom -allegedly her because puffy faces don't go away that quickly - yet they felt the need to not say a darn thing. Either disappear until Easter with vague updates or quit with the pranks. I believe her when she said they weren't expecting cancer, and I'm sure there were already other high stake activities in occurrence, which led to them scrambling for cover. She's not the first public figure to get a life-threatening illness either. We all wish them the best as we would any mom with kids, but they're also living on public acceptance and dollars. They also threw her under the bus a couple times and it got RIDICULOUS.

They didn’t need to prove to the public that she was well. I know the monarchy has a history of hiding illness and I get that, but photoshopping a photo to prove that she is well went too far. The public isn’t dumb. She had major surgery she isn’t going to look herself. They should have posted a more simple statement for surgery, they should’ve posted a statement from her saying “thank you for your well wishes, I look forward to getting back to my duties when able” and then maybe a post on Mother’s Day of her children or her mother and sister.

VERY simple things would’ve prevented the fiasco and maybe given them more time to deal with this in private. They may have still made the announcement on Friday but all of this abuse could’ve been avoided. They made it seem like she was dead and The Firm was pulling a Weekend at Bernie’s.

Pull a classroom full of any PR majors from ANY school ANYWHERE and they all could’ve protected her and her family more than their freaking comms team. It’s an absolute abomination and embarrassment. I really hope they fire all the people involved. They brought so much shame and embarrassment to the crown.

I'm sure a lot of non PR professionals who have an understanding of the standard playbook for public figures and basic competence in business/personal communication could have done better than the "professionals" they hired. Some of it is ... not that hard. I mean, I'd have to think about Mother's Day - just the kids? W or C as kidlets with their moms or what? But thank early, thank often. Charles isn't spilling all his tea but he and his team have hit their marks and there is far less crazy chatter about him. If this is William's notion of "modernizing the monarchy" it's going to be a bumpy ride. As we used to say "don't throw the baby out with the bath water".

Why does a cancer patient need PR? There is nothing shameful about cancer. I get she needed time to process. There is still so much ambiguity around this. “Abdominal Surgery” “Cancer” but not specifying what type of cancer.

I don't understand why so many people are blaming their PR team or William ("he made her take the blame for the photoshopped picture!")

Kate is married to the future King of England. She has enormous power. She isn't Meghan Markle trying to adjust to life in the palace while married to "the spare." She isn't a mid level Royal. She isn't Andrew, Edward, Eugenie, Beatrice etc. People act like she has no power and influence over her team.

The reality is according to a post on X from a person who broke the news about her condition before the media did so apparently has some sort of inside information Kate has known she has cancer since January and started chemo after the surgery. She most likely did that at the hospital since it might be traumatizing for the younger children to do it at home and she didn't want to travel back and forth every day.

Kate didn't want to admit to the public she had cancer. In the initial statement they denied it was cancer. They had to admit it yesterday because unfortunately people got access to her records and it was being shopped around to media publications so she had no choice. According to "sources close to Kate" who spoke to US and People (they're not tabloids and usually have legit sources) she didn't want to tell even people close to her and decided to keep it private. She had no plans to tell the public that they knew about. Unfortunately Kate was being unrealistic. One of the most famous women in the world can't hide for several months without generating conspiracy theories. Kate has photoshopped pictures before. I don't know why so many people think it was Palace officials who forced her to photoshop the mother's day picture. It doesn't take much physical exertion to use photoshop. I believe she did and she apologized for it. She couldn't blame other employees when they didn't have anything to do with it. Nobody "forced her to take the blame" for the picture.

The point is her PR people can't divulge confidential medical information. The only way to handle this was to be honest from the beginning back in January. "The Princess of Wales had surgery and is undergoing treatment for cancer. Please respect her privacy." That's it. (Assuming the insider's belief that she knew it was cancer back in January is true but she seemed to be wearing a wig in the photo in the car so don't believe she is only now beginning treatment)

It's a horrible sad situation. But Kate is known to be stubborn and probably isn't the passive easily intimidated person people are portraying her to be. There is no way her PR team could have done anything differently when she wanted the public to believe it was simply "recovery from abdominal surgery" and nothing else.

Thank you! So glad other people are saying this!!! Can’t believe how many people have missed the point that she is literally one of the most powerful visible women in the world and you can’t just disappear without generating a frenzy. I agree if they’d been very simple and honest from day 1 they would have avoided this whole fiasco. They could have revealed even less as you note - not even mentioned “abdominal”!!

The problem started with the first statement that said her surgery was planned. The public already knew they had scheduled overseas travel/work during that time. Meaning this wasn’t planned in the typical sense and they were wordsmithing things. This set off people’s spidy senses. It was also proof that KP and Buckingham Palace aren’t coordinating between press offices. To have both health statements come out the same day was terrible practice. They should’ve coordinated both messaging, tone and timing.

Then it came out that someone was rushed to the hospital over the holidays.

Also, Will has been tied to Rose for years and there have long been rumors of his poor attitude as well as the family’s poor treatment of the women who have married into it. There were stories years ago that they used to throw pillows at each other during fights. It was natural rumors would start about her leaving him. For the past year they’ve been showing up to events separately- as if they live apart. The rumors have long been there. All the Harry and Meghan stuff confirmed some of the long-thought beliefs about Will’s handling of things.

When the AI photo came out, it was odd. But throwing Kate under the bus was wild. You know who approved that? Will. That made the public even more suspicious something was off about what was being shared.

Overall I would’ve handled this so differently. The balance of privacy and transparency is possible. I would’ve shared that Kate was taken to hospital over the holidays and underwent surgery, will be in recovery for timeline. Share flashback photos on holidays. Coordinate with Buckingham Palace on message timing. If she had been up to it, have her do Zoom calls with her charities and have the charity go on record about their interactions with Kate.

I think you're missing a step: the media went bonkers because social media lost its collective mind and MSM felt it had to respond to that hoopla, which was a palpable thing. I'm very much a student of PR, but I worked in journalism and I understand the impulse to have a line - any line at all! - on this thing people are apparently talking about. As somebody trying to learn the ropes, I'm very keen to know what a PR practitioner should do if the client says, "I pay your wages, and what's going on in my life is my business - I won't be adding to my previous statement until I'm ready."

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Teen wolf head canons part 1 :

Derek isn’t Eli’s birth father but his adoptive father.

Laura Hale is actually Eli’s birth mom, which still makes Eli a Hale just not Derek’s direct kid.

Context: *Derek is 23 in the pilot, is approximately 26 in season six but he’s 35 in the teen wolf movie*

*Eli is 15 years old. Meaning that Eli was born when Derek was 20 & Laura who was 25-26 was most likely pregnant in ny when Derek was 19.*

So if Derek was theoretically the dad, the mom couldn’t be Paige or Kate because it’s already past that time frame & it can’t be Jennifer or Breadon because It’s too early to match the timeframe of Derek being 20 When Eli born.

Now let’s set the stage for pre-pilot:

Laura (21-22) who is now the new alpha after the Hale fire. She comes back from college only to find her super traumatized 16 yr old brother & her uncle (27-28) in a coma. The sheriff helps her and Derek take care of all there arrangements of funerals burials, the formal adoption of Derek, and lodgings for her uncle cuz he’s not waking up no time soon. All because Laura use to babysit stiles and he’d seen both hales growing up over the years enough that he met their parents and him and Claudia eventually became friends with the Hales. And he felt he owed it to those kids to help them out.

Laura tried to wait out peter’s coma hoping he’d wake up but something is wrong so her and Derek stay in beacon hills. But within a year and a half the Hale fire happened, her uncles in a coma, Malia Tate is missing (birth mom tried to assassinate her and she shifted into a coyote) and her mom and sister died from an “animal attack”, and the sheriffs wife getting sick and dying outta no where of dementia (most likely cuz her unrealized magic mutated cuz of nematon or nogitsune) leaving the man a single father of a 10 yr old stiles who turns into a mean alcoholic so can’t help them at all in that moment.

So Laura makes an executive decision to get Peter longer term care and gets her and Derek the hell outta beacon hills and moves them across country to Ny because she deems it too unsafe and needs to protect the last of her pack.

(All that happening back to back should’ve been some warning signs that some shit was happening w the nematon even back then. But the only family who could’ve figured that out early on was burned out and the only eldest surviving member that could’ve possibly had any idea was in a coma.)

Now Laura & Derek are in ny probably 22-23 & 17 and Derek’s probably realizing it was Kate and not an electrical fire and swears off ppl cuz he’s a lil martyr and treats himself poorly as SH & Laura realizes and put him in therapy and herself so she can lead by example.

They start doing a lot better, Laura meets someone at 23-24 most likely in college or a job & it goes really well. But doesn’t tell him about werewolves for safety reasons & Laura(25-26) was most likely pregnant while Derek was 19.

When Derek is 20 her baby is born and Laura lets him pick the name because he’s been doing amazing in therapy. He goes with Elias (for that one kid Laura use to baby sit with the name too hard to pronounce, who’s mother called him mischief, who talked his ear off, who was named after his grandpa aka stiles) Abel (possibly the birth dads name) Hale

And Derek is so happy to be a uncle and Laura happy to be a mom and her bd apart of their growing lil pack. * so much fluff & love & happiness and first steps*

Eli’s first word is my(mine) and if he deems it his he can & will steal whatever it is. Dada is his second word but not to his dad it’s always to Derek which Laura finds endlessly hilarious. First sentence is “my dada” to random lady in ny trying to hit on Derek while he’s in the park with Eli. Laura who’s not too far off is cackling in the distance and Derek is a tomato.

This all last like 3 years till Laura starts feeling a pull back to beacon hills because her pack it’s. Coming more stable and eventually checks on it through the grapevine only to find if there’s a mysterious alpha in beacon hills and decided to check it out before bringing her family back and to do a in person visit to coma uncle to make sure he’s ok.

PLOT TWIST There actually was a mysterious alpha and he was trying to take Peter out of his misery of being in a coma 7+ years as a werewolf.

The nurse being mysterious alphas human beta had gave the alpha updates.

Only peter wakes up and kills the alpha turning into a alpha and goes crazier with a alpha power surplus and recruits nurse beta into helping him gather into about the fire cuz he puts together the Kate thing pretty fast after finding out his hole family died (minus Laura and Derek) died and hyper fixated on getting revenge.

Still new to his powers his alpha whatever sees Laura as threat instead of niece and kills her.

*Laura dies in pilot at 28-29*

[steddielations]

i wanted to ask since you’ve read flight of icarus: is there a mention of a timeframe/specific date/season for eddie’s birthday in the book? i know that’s a small detail that doesn’t matter much but i’m so curious as to what it would be!

Okay I’m so bad at calculating dates and stuff, so I’ll just say that the only for sure date we’re given is that Al and Elizabeth got married on March 12th 1966. Since Eddie is 18 in the book (has been for at least a couple months) which is set in spring of 1984, subtract 18 and that’s the year 1966. But with American school year timeframe, Eddie could’ve turned 18 anywhere from summer 83 - spring 84.

However, the overlap of the year 66 though, you could assume Elizabeth was pregnant at the time they got married then that narrows it down more. she was 19 when they married and it seemed like everything happened quick, she moved right with Al to Hawkins.

and the other notable age is that Eddie says he was around 6 when his mom died so Idk if that narrows anything down too

[ad-astra-per-asparagus]

Ok dumping my thoughts right here now that I’ve collected them since reading Batman 138. It’s a doozy, so bear with me.

Honestly, the premise of Gotham War is intriguing and could’ve been good if not for the sloppy execution. It’s interesting to see Bruce’s psyche rapidly declining, but how Zdarsky is going about it is ham-fisted and forced. First off, Selina’s method is outlandish and riddled with plot holes. There’s no skirting around that. Now logically I could see the batfamily members not declaring an allegiance to either side because both Bruce and Selina are in the wrong here; Bruce is losing his mind because Zur is hijacking it while Selina thinks training criminals will magically solve all violent crime in Gotham and everything will be sunshine and rainbows. But having the kids blindly fall into line with Selina because they agree with her plan is dogwater writing that I’m surprised Zdarsky cooked up after his spectacular Daredevil run. Have them form their own faction and let them actually act like they have agency and purpose instead of shoving them into roles that don’t fit.

Now I’m a little skeptical on the whole Jason/failsafe stuff. On one end, it’s a daring concept to play with. It shows how Bruce is going off the deep end and raises the stakes of the plot. On the other end, it’s going to drive an enormous wedge between Jason and Bruce for the foreseeable future. Like, there is no forgiving Bruce for this easily. Maybe that’s a good thing though, considering Jason for the past few years has been cycling through the same character arc over and over again like a washing machine that spits out clothes that are more worn-out after every load. Taking him out of the batfamily fold and inserting him into his own corner of DC sequestered away from Batman might actually force DC to write him organically, depending on whether or not Jason doesn’t go insane himself because what Bruce did to him was quite literally torture that will now be perpetual. Wowza.

My next gripe is the timing between comics. Batman and Robin’s timeframe is vague, but after reading 138 it makes zero sense why Damian would steadfastly stick by Bruce’s side—unless of course B&R happens way later, and somehow Bruce regains minor control of his mental state. Or the most realistic explanation being that the writers didn’t communicate the timelines, leaving their stories to contradict each other. But what are comics if not zany contradictions of stories? So I guess this gripe can slide…for now. Benefit of the doubt to Williamson at least because he planned B&R way in advance, meanwhile Gotham War was strung together as a myopic copy of Marvel’s Civil War in order to—I’m spitballing here—have Bruce be alone for a while in his own comics because he’s “a loner”…despite his character being, at his core, a family man, and whose character revolved around family for decades. Family rift stories can be good. Packed with drama. Exciting. This is none of the above.

Finally, arguably my biggest complaint about this dumpster fire, is Tim. Writers tend to be biased toward characters, I understand that, but when favoritism bleeds into the writing it sours the story altogether. Having Tim assume this role of “Bruce’s savior” is incredibly cheap and a little laughable at times. I see that they’re trying to establish him as important again, reliving his glory days as the Robin who helped guide Bruce back onto the right path after Jason’s death, but throwing other characters under the bus to lift him up is crazy. Especially Damian, because Damian saved his dad’s life twice in the last few months. Seriously, I’d brush it off if Tim hadn’t told Damian he was the one who helped Bruce out of the darkness while Damian only pushed Bruce further into it. Paraphrasing, but that’s the general idea: Tim is a saint and the rest of his siblings (Cassandra? Who?) are a cut below him when it comes to helping dear old dad out of his bad place. That hug was cute, but it was sugar spread on a pile of shit.

[antvnger]

Soooooooo since I was only around in the movie for like 30 minutes or so, I missed loads of like actual important information that would’ve been nice to know beforehand.

The short answer rant is this: What. A. Shit show.

Like…like hell, I don’t even know where to start with all of this. It gave me a headache.

Brace yourselves, gang, I’m not holding back.

First of all, apparently sitting down and having an actual conversation about the Accords was a little too much to do for them? Like they started to but nothing came out of it. A stand still. I would think something that big would make them sort through it all until they came to some kind of collective agreement, but I guess not? 🤷🏻‍♂️

Secondly, both sides made mistakes. Big time. Both thought they were doing right, and I definitely get that, but both sides could’ve done better at what they were doing. I guess retrospect’s 20/20 but yeah.

Also, I really can’t stand Ross. Not the clean shaven Ross but the one with the mustache and the high and mighty, sourpuss attitude. Like what a creep.

The real bad guys here? The government.

How the hell did the Avengers just learn about the Accords 3 days before they’re supposed to be ratified? Shouldn’t that have been like breaking news from the moment somebody breathed about it?

And Ross being like “you’ll retire” if the Avengers decide to go against the Accords? As if he could actually do anything about it. I mean, who the hell does this guy think he is? Thanos?

Also what is it with baseball caps and sunglasses as disguises? I know I pulled the same stunt but it wasn’t my idea. I said no and got outvoted.

And look, I think Wanda’s great, but she wasn’t a kid at the time this all went down. I appreciate Cap wanting to protect her since she was like the newbie, but she messed up. That was really bad. I don’t know what she could’ve done to fix it, but maybe at the very least the Avengers could have issued a public apology.

I think Steve has serious Bucky issues and I genuinely don’t understand.

And Vision saying the whole world started having more enhanced since/because Tony said he’s Iron Man is bullshit. Last I checked, and Ant Mun backed me up here, all the big bads that have shown up in our world happened because of things NOT related to Tony! What, just because they called the move Captain America Civil War, they’re gonna make Tony the bad guy or something? Bullshit.

ALSO! When T’Challa was fighting Bucky and the UN chopper just started shooting at them both, thank goodness T’Challa was wearing Vibranium or that would have caused a plethora of other problems. Funny how the Avengers get fingers pointed at them over collateral damage for the sake of the mission when that chopper was literally doing THE SAME THING.

WHY DIDNT STEVE JUST EXPLAIN TO TONY TEN MINUTES INTO THE MOVIE THAT BUCKY WASNT BUCKY AND HAD NO CONTROL WHEN THE WINTER SOLDIER SHIT HAPPENED?!

Oh don’t worry. I’m getting to Siberia, hold your horses.

I’m not really sure on the timeframe here, but I’m think the Accords weren’t actually ratified yet when the whole airport fight happened soooooooo I don’t think Creepy Ross had any real power yet to tell Tony what to do.

I’m not going to touch on the lady who lost her son because I can’t even fathom that kind of grief. And I don’t want to. Ever. And I know grief makes you do things so I don’t know. My heart just hurts for her. I hate Tony got the brunt of that but still.

Speaking of grief making you do things? Zemo. I know who he is now, and I really can’t stand the guy. I hate he lost loved ones, and I hurt for him in that department. But when he decided to go all batshit psycho over it, some sympathy’s lost. Like he went through some hella trouble to make the Avengers unravel.

Siberia…*sigh* Siberia was really hard to watch. Like it was painful. It was…frightening. I almost wish I didn’t watch it. I had an idea what was going to happen because of what Tony shared but to see it for myself…

*sigh* This whole movie is a testament to honesty, trust, and open communication. Or rather what could happen with a lack there of. Ya know, me hearing about the Avengers before I joined them and seeing them on tv for interviews and stuff, I thought they were tight. An actual, close knit team. Maybe a found-family. But sooooooo much could’ve been avoided if they had just acted like that.

If they’d just sat down and talked it over. They could have an arguing match over it all if necessary, hell friends and families do that. If they had really trusted each other and let each other in on things instead of keeping each other out and building up secrets and agendas. Too many bosses and not enough coworkers.

It hurt, Iron Mun. It hurt to watch. Those are my friends and…there were times it felt like I didn’t even recognize them.

And then watching me show up felt so surreal. They got that whole interaction with the rest of “Team Cap” down to a T. I remember being so excited to be called up by one of the OG Avengers, one of my heroes, feeling honored and ready to do more and help people and do what’s right. Make a bigger difference than I already was. But God, I had no idea. I had no fricking clue.

In the end, Civil War was just like any other war. A mess. Both sides made mistakes, everything could’ve been done better, and nobody came out unscathed. In fact, everything ended up worse because of it.

@stxrksarc

[jalebi-likes]

Thoughts on Last Few Episodes of Channa Mereya

[spoiler alert]

Although I absolutely hated them turning Supreet evil (we can easily imagine that didn’t happen);

I AM SO BLOODY IMPRESSED BY WHAT THEY DID WITH THE LAST FEW HOURS. 

You can understand how talented the cast and crew is that they tried their level best to give us as much as Ginni & Aditya and wrap up the complicated track they had setup. Yeah Daarji’s murder attempt, Gurkirat’s stuff, Ambar’s whitewashing and Supreet didn’t sail much. However, in the probably 24-48 hours they got to abruptly shut shop - they reconciled the main pair, gave them their individual dream accomplishment (which was Ginni’s successful dhaba and Adi’s mother’s dream) outside of romantic establishment, gave us a slice of their banter, called back to their shahi paneer and cooking rivalry, and SHOWED ALL THE CAST CREW MEMBERS AS CUSTOMERS FOR THE VERY END.

It’s really small. But just imagine. In a span of 48 hours they not only processed the end of this show they LOVED, but also tried to give as much back for the audience. I haven’t seen any show try this. Usually they stick for the happily family photo and call it an easy end.

But this one actually remembered the characters, their shared joy and so much more. If this is what the show could do on a 48 hours notice, imagine what they could’ve done with a 3 week notice. 

Again my gripe isn’t with timeframe - I would cribbed if they went onnn forever. But it’s disappointing when everyone is like... hey, we had it all figured out. I can’t imagine a show that had it planned and was given the door for ‘trps’. Otherwise I’m screaming for them to close it. Like Ghum. Wtf is this TRP system that’s putting the basic shit for eons and slamming small creative shows that make a decent effort in giving a sweet story for a change. 

The heights of unprofessionalism dude. The heights! 

In short, I loved the end of show (just ignored the whole someone trying to kill daarji track and keeping Supreet as the lovable saas). Thank you for the team for trying to give something nice to the audience and give an end that justifies the characters as much as it could. 

I... don’t feel bad. 

[lemon-inferno]

Reborn Rich episode 7 ✔️

It is the beginning of the end. Episode seven felt much like a transitional episode that began to tighten its hold on our Do Jun, just to release him later on. Up until now everything was going smoothly for him, but now he’s beginning to encounter challenge after challenge in the faces of his “family”.

I’ll separate this episode in to characters.

First Do Jun. I was really excited for this episode simply because of how the previous one ended. The face off between Do Jun and his grandfather in that dimly lit room was everything for me. It was, as I said, the beginning of the end. I love the timeframe this show has, the real events footage they use. The way they’re going with this, Do Jun is going to be responsible for how modern day (fictional) Seoul developed. I mean, it was already implied when he chose that particular piece of land to get from his grandfather. But now with the DMC too, this is quickly turning into “Do Jun built modern day Seoul” kind of thing, lol. (If you’re not familiar with what DMC is, it’s a real place in Seoul. If any of you are into fashion, Seoul Fashion week happened there in 2022. But it’s really much more than that.)

Another thing about Do Jun: the romance associated with him. I’m glad he rejected her offer. The way the preview set it up, I almost thought there’s a chance he’ll accept. For all we know, she could’ve been the one to order his murder in his previous life as Hyun Woo. I’m not really interested in the romance at all, so I’m glad it didn’t really take that course. I’m guessing we won’t be seeing Min Young for a while. It was implied we wouldn’t, at least to me. With the bar exam and the sad shot where she stands alone. Yeah, I think she won’t be very involved. Or at least, I hope. BUT THAT IS JUST ME, OKAY?

Next the grandfather, Jin Yang Cheol. I have a love-hate relationship with this character. He’s not truly evil, but he’s also wrong. But I guess that’s the point. He’s a good business man, not a good family man. Still human though. He feels for his children, he blames himself for making them out to be enemies and yet he can’t swallow his pride (and his company) for them. It must be what he wants and nothing else. He made his oldest son a cripple to save his company. Then he says he feels guilty about it. For me, the bad outweighs the good in him.

Oh Se Hyun, my beloved. He’s gained my trust. I was really suspicious of him for a while, but I think he’ll remain beside Do Jun for the rest of the show. I’m starting to like his character more and more. And I’m very happy to see more of Tiffany. Sorry, I mean Rachel.  She is awesome, I love her. The role is basically herself with another name, but I love her.

AND THE MOST IMPORTANT PART FOR ME! I was waiting for Do Jun’s parents to be more involved! I had this thought in the back of my mind, I didn’t give it voice because I would’ve remained annoyed while watching the show and I didn’t want to ruin my own experience. I’m really, really happy that Do Jun’s father backed him up and I can’t wait to see more of Do Jun’s relationship with them. I’m sure that as Do Jun, he understands they had no control over what happened and they don’t even know their son was “swapped” in Do Jun’s mind (I assume). I’m still betting that they were actually his real parents even when he was Hyun Woo, but if I love it’s a bet I’m willing to lose.

The only moment of this episode that I didn’t like was when the lightbulb burst. It’s such a trademark move for kdramas to have that cheesy moment where someone saves a girl from something incredibly stupid and unthreatening in the most dramatic way possible. After nearly 10 years of kdrama I should be used to it. Cope, remon.

Anyways, that’s pretty much it for now. Looking forward to episode 8 and 9!  

[prettywitchiusaka]

So I meant to make this post last week, but, gonna be honest, I wasn’t feeling super great up until a few days ago.

Now that I’m starting to feel like myself again (and with the recent announcement regarding who will be writing Secret Wars), I figured that now is the time to make an addendum to my post about today’s writers (at least in Hollywood, anyway) don’t seem to do any research, be it for adaptational purposes, or just to enhance their own work to make it better/flesh out the world and characters a little.   

And honestly, I feel like Michael Waldron is a perfect example of this (with Jessica Gao being a close second).

I’ve made no secret that I have very mixed opinions and feeling regarding Multiverse of Madness, mostly staked in my love of Doctor Strange in general, and his MCU counterpart in particular. I tend to be a lot kinder to it than most, as I do think it’s a decent film that needs another rewrite or two before it could’ve been something great. But let’s be clear, I actually don’t entirely blame Waldron for what went wrong with this film. From what I know about the production, it really seems like Kevin Feige is the real villain of Multiverse.

I recently discovered watching MauLer’s take down of the film (I skimmed through it, tbh) that, as Waldron puts it, he was hired by Feige to come on board shortly after Derrickson left. Now that part I knew, as I’d been keeping up with the film’s production on and off since the initial announcement back in 2019. What did surprise me, though, was that they already had sets being built when Waldron came on board, meaning that not only were they still building sets that were made for the Jade Bartlett draft, it also meant that shooting was set to start soon. This meant Waldron was left to write a new draft with very little time to prepare (three weeks) according to him. And...well, this is where I’m actually going to defend the man for a moment.

Do I blame Waldron for performing the job he was hired to do? No. Unless your Harlan Ellison or (maybe) John Hughes, NOBODY can write a polished shooting script for a big budget film in three weeks. It simply doesn’t happen, and I put the blame entirely on Feige for that one. It’s INSANE for him to think that Waldron (or anyone for that matter) could turn in something worthy of being called a Doctor Strange film in that timeframe, especially when he’d already wasted time, resources and freaking MONEY creating standing sets and character designs for the original script that was discarded because he wanted his precious Multiverse saga, and couldn’t be bothered to wait another film or two before getting to that.

So yeah, I don’t blame Waldron for that.

That being said...I do blame Waldron for what happened after. 

It’s no secret that the film industry (Marvel included) was shut down for a bit due to Covid, and Multiverse was no exception. This means Waldron was given a second chance. He could watch the first DS film, read some comics, do a quick wiki search and figure out which Doctor Strange comics are essential to the character and which ones he should read to write a new draft. You think he did any of that? Nope. Of course he didn’t.

This is what I mean about how we’re heading into an age of writers who don’t seem to do any research. Instead of studying Bartlett’s draft extensively, reading up on some comics, hell, maybe even phoning up Benedict and consulting with him on basic DS lore, he doesn’t do any of that. Instead, he just makes up his own plot and makes Wanda the villain because “Marvel wanted a Multiverse movie, so I had to figure out who’d be a threat to it”, even though he could’ve easily re-worked Nightmare into his plot if he’d been bothered to look up anything about the character. I mean, dreams are established to be windows into the lives of one’s Multiversal selves, how hard would it have been?

And before anyone chimes in and says “Well, he was probably busy with other projects”, I’m sure he was. But guess what? If you’re a professional writer in any capacity? You’re ALWAYS working on several assignments at once. Especially if you’re freelance. And yeah, sometimes you don’t always turn out something great. Sometimes you have several projects going on, and you have to whip up something that’s not your best due to time constraints. It happens. But if you’re passionate about writing, you’ll still put in the time and effort to make something worthwhile. You’ll do research and try to understand the material you’re writing about. And if fail that’s fine, because at least you tried.

And Waldron very clearly didn’t. 

I’d hate to say “Don’t quit your day job”, but if you don’t want to put in the effort to improve your craft than maybe you should stick to being a producer, Waldron!

[emilemily]

How to express thoughts and feelings when you don’t know exactly what you’re thinking or feeling, part 5000

1. I’m terrified. Everything in my world is changing and I feel utterly powerless over the changes. The rent prices surging was out of my control. I could’ve never known that was going to happen when I was working on my life here in Florida.

2. I’m conflicted. Starting over in Asheville is the single greatest decision I have ever made because 1. It’ll get me out of Florida where I don’t fit in and 2. I will be able to forge a new path that isn’t tinged with all the mistakes I have made in this state.

3. I’m anxious. Time and time again I have been left feeling shell shocked, picking up the pieces and hurriedly evacuating the situation. This time the transition period is long, so I have all the time in the world to overthink it all. I thrive in chaos, in short timeframes, in situations where there is little time to think because my childhood consisted of much of that. It’s what I know and what I’m comfortable with. As an adult, it’s best not to live your life that way so I’m adapting.

4. I’m feeling inadequate. There is a huge trend lately with even the most basic entry level office jobs requiring a bachelors degree. I know in my heart of hearts that I’ll find the opportunity for me and will work hard to exceed expectations. I will be a success somewhere. But it will rely on someone giving me a chance despite my lackluster educational background. I’ll have to fight for it. Willing to do that, but feeling a little insecure about what I lack. I don’t want to be a “hopefully this works out” I want to be a “she is the perfect fit”

5. I’m feeling abandoned. All of my friendships are crumbling into dust and doing so right after putting boundaries in place to protect my mental health. I’ve always tried really hard to be a rock for my friends, to give them advice from my heart. In some ways this has turned me into a doormat who is only contacted when something is wrong or advice is being sought out. My friends have seemingly forgotten what it means to be a friend in return, how to gauge if something is too heavy to place upon me with my own struggles in mind.

It has reached the point where nobody asks me about my world or what I’m going through, about the moving process or planning. About how I truly feel and if I need to talk. My closest friend here has initiated contact multiple times the last two months only to vent about her summer fling, leaving me on read as soon as she feels better but never asking about how I’m doing.

I told her how that made me feel the other night and she told me I was making her cry, that I make it too difficult to talk to me about my life because I’m closed off and hard to get through to.. I asked her to please read back two months and find where she’s even tried. She stopped replying. I’m not just a stepping stone to walk on towards feeling better, or to get validation for how you feel. I’m a human being. I think that friendship is over, because she doesn’t do confrontation and will let a friendship die before she will have a tough conversation. I’ve known this about her for 6 years and it still hurts because I let it continue.

I worked so hard to help her the last few months. Picked her up and brought her into my home when she was tweaking out and got kicked out of her moms. Fed her and held her on the couch because I could almost physically feel her pain and knew she needed comfort. I called 20 different rehabs to find one that would take her insurance and I physically took her there. I was her emergency contact. I sent her money for their weekly trips to the grocery store. I reassured her that she is capable of everything and more. I answered every call. I made the medical decisions on her behalf about which facility to do PHP in. I did everything in my power to help her. She’s still sober and I’m so proud of her.

Don’t misunderstand. I’m not stating all of that for a pat on the back. I don’t expect to be worshipped as a hero for being a good friend, because I’ll always support a friend trying to get help and get better, I will always make time to help with that. I was glad to do that. But now I cry alone and only get texts about the flavor of the week. She’s so busy texting me about guy x y and z that she doesn’t think to ask me what I have going on. When I try to bring up something I’m thinking or feeling she quickly draws the conversation back to herself or to another guy. It’s extremely obvious that she has narcissistic tendencies and isn’t capable of giving me the friendship I need, but she is capable of taking my emotions, time, and energy which I repeatedly and willingly give her expecting different results. It’s stupid.

I feel like I am always so incredibly drawn to narcissistic people somehow. I work so hard to help them and I genuinely love them as people because I see the best in them. This has been a repetitive theme in my life for years upon years. It’s like I just want to help them so bad, I want to be their best friend. The person they can count on. I want to earn their favor. I want to earn that treatment that I crave so deeply. I want to feel loved and appreciated and cared for in return, but I never quite get there.

My therapist says that I actively seek out people who are similar to my parents in their narcissistic tendencies. She says that is a behavior that will lessen with time, and with continued self work. The little girl in me who needed more has been a self fulfilling prophecy thus far. I want to change that.

6. I’m feeling alone. Not the same as abandoned, but it is a little planet with similar flora and creatures. I feel alone because the people I thought I would always have are no longer here. The people I could pour my heart out to. The people who I thought loved me unconditionally. I was never perfect nor were they, but as long as we never gave up on each other and always met in the middle, I thought that anything could be mended.

7. I’m feeling delayed shock because in fact, not everything can be mended. People can cut you off randomly with no real reasoning provided. Even people you love with all your heart. Even people you thought you’d never lose. The truth is, nobody has to tell you why. All they have to do is either ghost you or tell you they’re done with you. In the past, I would’ve continued to push it and make them talk to me. I would’ve persisted and taken further steps into space where I wasn’t wanted.

Now I realize that once that boundary is put in place, it is not my place to challenge it, it is not my place to demand that they explain themselves, and it is absolutely not my place to trample over it with no regard. “Don’t make them tell you they don’t want you twice”

Goes for friendships and lovers, and for situations that provided closure as well as situations that did not. Depending on the length of the connection and the way in which it ended, it can take varying amounts of time to stop the wound from gushing blood. Some days the healing is akin to a leaky kitchen faucet, some days it is a fucking hurricane of tears and anger and disbelief. Sometimes weeks will pass without incident, and suddenly you’ll have multiple days in a row where you’d rather flush yourself down the worlds largest toilet than even begin to accept that this person is gone from your life and will never return

Lately the hurricane has been raging on. Just have to hang tight and get through it. There is sunshine on the other side.

8. I’m feeling sleep deprived. I haven’t been sleeping well. Today I felt dizzy, nauseas, and like a whole mess. As the time to wind down for bed approaches, I rebel against it. Sleep is a visitor knocking, and I am a homeowner crawling on all fours to each window and slowly closing all the blinds and curtains in such a way that said visitor doesn’t notice, with the goal that they give up and go back where they came from.

Tonight I may take something strong and knock myself out cuz for the love of god I need it.

9. Craving. I want to drink more than I’ve ever wanted to drink in my entire life. I want to self sabotage. I want to get a mountain of cocaine, numerous oxy, and a bottle of crown royal and lose myself. Part of me wants to lose it so bad that maybe I won’t come back. But rationally, I know that these thoughts stem from wanting to gain control back by making the decision to be a raving lunatic. To throw it all away because I said so. It’s stupid, but it’s in there. I’ll continue to try and stay centered.

That’s really about it. Peace out, Girl Scout.

[truckreincarnation]

First Stab | Bian | Trial: 1.3 | RE: Miles, Esmee, 19, Shinjuku | ATTN: 19

"I see... we know for a fact that she was writing or drawing something in her room, and if a sole pencil with no paper was left behind, this is likely what she was drawing... yes?

Francis's diagram... I don't think we can deny it any longer. She designed the trap, and she took the swords. If the note was found on her body, and she was careful to hide it from others, and she was obviously planning a murder, then she must be the only one who reasonably would've taken the swords."

It's a bit unnerving to see someone as small and kind as Francis plan something so sinister... only for it to hurt her instead.

Bian's eyes flicker over to 19 after a moment, however, and she squints.

"I noticed something earlier... and I didn't want to speak on it just yet, but something in your testimony is off.

I believe you said you didn't leave the training room until "11", correct? That doesn't make any sense.I was completely alone when I arrived at 10:42. That, and you saw Germain and Shin leave at 10:30, yes?

Germain was the last to sign out a weapon before "Mark" and "Gun", with my signature following. In fact, your name is nowhere to be found. Yes, you could've easily signed something in, but that is an awfully narrow timeframe.

Hn... I don't... I don't like this..."

Bian has to stop for a moment to collect herself, taking a shaky breath, before continuing.

"You are unaccounted for during the time of the murder. That, and you explicitly noted Francis looking at the swords. If she left while you were truly there, you would've seen her leave with eight weapons.  Would that not spark alarm, especially with the one weapon rule?

I never saw you leaving or entering the room, so I think you followed Francis in, and took advantage of the trap for yourself.

I think you are "Gun." You checked the weapon out to defend yourself if needed, and then, it was abandoned at the scene so that you would not be caught with it on your person.

That, and your behavior today has been... unusual. Why do you ask what happens if nobody did this? You're quick to give up, quick to rush to conclusions, because you know you are the conclusion.

Speak."

Bian doesn't intend for her final word to be scary, but oh, it is frightening. Her voice sounds almost demonic as she makes her order, dropping an octave and distorting in an evil way. It seems she's on the same page as Shijuku.

[purple8173]

There was a deer carcass that lay in the woods, not far off from her house. It wasn’t shot or stabbed by any human. The deer had just reached the end of it’s life span and died. She assumes it had been a quiet death, there was not anguished cry or sound of metal the night before. There was no blood that had seeped into the surrounding forest floor. 

The deer’s herd had been long gone. She figured, what use was waiting for something that had died. Why go through the trouble of dragging it along or lingering. She was the same, she had no use for the deer. She did not want to process it for meat nor did she intend to burry it. She left it there on the forest floor, rotting and letting nature work its way through it.

“A deer carcass takes five to one hundred and one days to rot,” she read. How could something that happened so often have such a wide timeframe. In one hundred and one days three months and some could’ve passed. She would’ve visited town fourteen times. One season would start and finish. She had plans in those one hundred and one days that did not involve the dead decaying deer carcass laying slightly off her property. She would not think about the dead deer on the ground. 

Against all odds, she thought about the dead deer on the ground more often then not. She would cut up radishes to roast for dinner and wonder if the deer would’ve enjoyed them. She would glance at the flowers for sale in town and wonder if the deer would’ve passed several hundred like them. She would hesitate to buy meat from the local butcher. Logically, she knew it was no animal from the forest, but a part of her wondered if it had been known by the deer. A bite from an apple, a slice down a carrot, the washing of asparagus. She cleaned the dirt and grime off of freshly bought lettuce and wondered if the deer ever ate something that had been cleaned. 

After thirty-three days she ventured into the forest again, in search of the deer carcass. Most likely it would have decomposed by then. The maggots and beetles must’ve worked their way through the flesh. Rain must’ve worn the ground around it down and plant life must’ve sprouted around it by then. Even still, she walked around the edge of her property and looked for the corpse of the deer. 

Eventually, the remains of the corpse were found. Bones laying in the pattern of a deer’s skeleton sat on the floor. Around it weeds had grown. She kneeled down and started to pull them out. From her pocket she produced radish seeds and she planted them into the ground. She knew next to nothing about gardening, her knowledge stopped after keeping her shrubs alive. This could’ve been a waste of a couple of dollars and her afternoon but this somehow felt like she was feeding the deer. She brushed the dirt off her hands and walked home. 

It takes twenty-five to forty-five days for a radish to grow from seed. In twenty-five days she could have found a company that was hiring, written a resume and began the interviewing process. In forty-five days she could have drafted the first architectural piece she would have made in years and pitched it. She instead spent her forty-five days wallowing inside. Days spent in front of her computer typing numbers into a spreadsheet. Her electric fan whirring in the background. The summer air was sticky, stepping outside felt like trying to walk through honey. Her air conditioning broke on day thirty-three out of forty-five. She kept the fan on throughout the night and opened the window. 

By the forty-fifth day she felt like a rotting corpse herself. Smelling rancid and flesh melting off the bone. The radishes that were planted were almost forgotten. Instead they were replaced with torn and crumpled drafts for resumes and blueprints. The cicadas screamed loudly once dusk hit. She only then remembered her radishes and went outside to check. This time she had remembered the path to get there. The deer bones still remained, slightly seeped into the ground and dirtier. She brushed the dirt off with her hand. Then she looked at the small leaves poking out of the ground and ripped them out. The worlds smallest radishes greeted her. No where near enough for her to eat but still she had grown radishes herself. She went back to her house and took a photo. Then she dumped them into a stew with other vegetables. 

Summer was still in full blast and she still left her air conditioner broken. She instead opted to go outside early morning, the temperature was somewhat bearable. She sat down in front of her deer carcass with a drawing pad and pencil. She had made the decision to not lay down and die like the deer had. That summer she had spent inside doing nothing of value, nothing that would lead to the things she’d dreamed up. 

The deer has done more in its life then she had. The deer had most likely lived a rather carefree life. It did not have to worry about whether its next paycheck would put food on the table or cover rent. It did not have to worry about the electric bill and paying off debts. It did not spend five years on something completely useless. All it had done was prance around in a forest with its friends. Then when it decided that was enough, it had laid down on the ground and died. All of its own volition. The deer was able to live its life far better then she had. 

All she had was a rough sketch of random bones in the ground. She considered tearing off the newsprint and starting over. But that would mean she let the pile of bones win. That would mean that the deer carcass that had been rotting in the forest slightly off her property would have actually lived a better life then her. The corpse that had decomposed into nothing but bones would have bested her. She continued with the drawing. 

The bones of the deer carcass waited for her to complete her drawing. Or rather, the bones of the deer carcass had no other option then for her to complete her drawing. Bones of a dead animal were not able to move. She held her drawing and admired her work. It was a shame, then, that she had not started over. The deer carcass deserved a paper that was higher quality then newsprint. Still, her cross hatching and shading had glorified the bones that lay in front of her. Because even though her rage filled thoughts had convinced her this deer was somehow better, the corpse spoke volumes. The deer had died several years before she would. The deer would have lived around six years before kneeling over and dying. She had lived two decades and was no where near death.

But she had spent her years significantly more unhappy. Schooling, then university, then job hunting, then now. She had been rotting away at desks in several different locations. The deer, on the other hand, had been prancing around in the forest. The deer had gotten to gather with its herd and eat food and run wild. Then when it had kneeled over and died, it had then finally started to live essentially what her past years had been.

She came back the next day with a shovel and gloves. She dug a hole and placed each bone inside it carefully. Then she covered it up and dumped several packets of seeds. She left after that. The deer would get to rest and rot in peace. Nobody else in the forest would have buried it. 

She finally submitted her blueprint and resume to as many companies and studios she could find. She sat through too many interviews with a sinking feeling in her stomach. She got silence, silence, silence– but she got a response from someone. 

The deer, that lay in a hole, in a forest, slightly off her property, had lived six years before it would rot. She, who had eight more decades, would finally stop decomposing and start living.

[eristic-kaleidoscope]

Everything Happens So Much!!! || KOKONE || Ch1 Post-Trial Reaction

Nothing about this entire day has felt real. KOKONE could at least try to claim that some part of herself was still here, watching this, all the way up until Lapis (the name they called themself, not the one that was said to be real and immediately accepted as such, but it's a bit too late to ask them which they prefer now) was taken, not even given the mercy of a swift death, but maybe a beautiful one was better. Was it exciting? She thinks so, maybe, she couldn't look away, she didn't want to, but the events were already completely blurred together

It was definitely something waking up to them, that first conversation was enough for KOKONE to brush off their roommate as a complete weirdo, someone who looked at death and pain in a way she could only see anime characters doing. She didn't dig deeper, she didn't care to, but their last moments…

Those were human, weren't they? Lapis wanted excitement because they're human. Not like this, they didn't want to die, not like this. It wasn't a boring death, it was painful and drawn out, a spectacle, not to be ignored, but it's nothing that they wanted.

But it's not like she could dwell on it if she actually wanted to. Things keep happening back to back to back, a death after a death after-

… a death.

Karon, koron, all you Erikas, the Foundation, the three of you, the shine of light against metal, the blur of an attack- of a body, falling gracelessly.

It's too fast, too much, all at once.

It's not until she's being dragged away that KOKONE could even process it was Kaguya.

And once that got through to her, all she could do was choke out a quiet laugh, because god, what a twist! What a fucking joke all this is, of course it's the girl who kept calling her her sister. If KOKONE let herself be a bit more stupid she could've seen herself even believing that later on. Too late now, huh. Guess the AI remains an only child, how sad.

She was lucky the first dead body she ever saw up close was someone she never spoke to, right? A lot less lucky she gets to witness the live deaths of two people she couldn't say the same about. It's like gacha, if you get a good first pull, the rest are probably gonna be shit! At least there's some strategy here, though. Their deaths weren't pure luck.

It's hard to keep laughing about this for longer than a second, it's hard to breathe, it's damn near impossible to keep a coherent thought. Has it been hours or seconds since Kaguya dropped? How about between then and Lapis getting skewered? Is there any difference in how those timeframes feel? 

Does KOKONE want to cry? Does it hurt to watch this? Is it supposed to hurt? Her throat burns, like there's a cry trying to claw its way out, but it never does. Is this how it's supposed to feel? Is this the sort of pain Lapis was actually looking for? It's not very exciting, still. Is this the feeling of being human? The AI doesn't want this at all!

There's a familiar voice shrieking in an unfamiliar way, KOKONE can't tell how far it is, she doesn't know where to move to go towards it, and maybe later she'll have a dull regret that she didn't even think to do so, that she can't think to do anything between the overwhelming buzzing that numbs her head.

It's too much, she can only watch.

[ptergwen]

omg what about a peter blurb where the reader turns their phone off to study or sleep or finish work to meet a deadline or something and they haven’t talked to peter al day bc of that and he freaks out imagining the worst (bc he’s seen the worst poor boy) and comes over to the reader’s apartment and they’re so confused and like make fun of him for being so worried 🥺 idk i just think it’d be cute

oh wow this one really got me :,)

peter 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

hey babe, hope you had a good sleep ♥️ wanna go for breakfast?

peter 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

i’ll take you to that place with the smiley faces in their pancakes :) the ones made of fruit

peter 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

it’s getting kinda late y/n... where are u?

Five missed calls from peter 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

too many thoughts are running through peter’s head as he jumps into his form fitting suit. his alter ego usually takes sunday’s off, but he’s making an exception for you. he’s insanely worried about you and why you haven’t returned any of his texts or calls. it’s well past noon already. you’re usually up by now, and you’re never not on your phone. something just seems off.

peter quickly swings through the neighborhood until he gets to your apartment building. he moves so fast that it’s reckless, banging into poles hard enough to leave bruises. that doesn’t matter to him, though. all he wants is for you to be okay. he wants to see you and know that everything is fine. you two haven’t hung out this weekend, so it’s been a couple days since he’s properly checked in with you. anything could happen in that timeframe.

you could’ve gotten hurt, or been taken, or much worse. peter isn’t even willing to let himself think what worse entails. he’d like to be logical and assume you slept in. maybe, his texts simply didn’t send. may has been meaning to make a complaint about their building’s spotty wifi.

in peter’s world, everything is unfortunately beyond logic. he’s freaking spider-man, which means people are out to get him. they’re out to get you. he has no clue what he’d do if they succeeded.

you spin around in your desk chair, earbuds playing music loudly while you read over your notes. final exams are coming soon. you’re using every free second you have from this point on to study for them. sighing, you star a definition you’ve been struggling with. your music drowns out the sound of peter frantically knocking at your window.

he can’t see you from where you’re sitting, so he isn’t sure if you’re there or not. it’s when you finally look up that you notice the red and black clad figure peering in. you gasp, startled at his sudden appearance. you pull out your earbuds and make your way to the window. peter lets out the biggest breath of relief when he sees you approaching.

“sorry, i was-“ your explanation is cut off by peter’s rambling. “are you okay? where have you been? i was... i was so scared something happened to you, y/n,” he admits in a high pitched voice, you only stepping back so he can come inside. continuing, he pulls off his mask. “did you not get my texts? or calls? i was trying to call you all morning. please don’t forget to answer me, y/n/n. you know how i get when-“

“i’m fine, peter!” you reassure him with a giggle. he’s out of breath from talking so much and rushing to you. “i’m right here. i’ve been here all day.” you grab his broad shoulders, which relax under your touch. “well... why didn’t you reply?” peter wonders, frowning as his arms come to hug your waist. “did you not wanna go out with me?“ confused, you tilt your head to the side. “i haven’t checked my phone in hours. i was studying. wait, you wanted to take me out?”

peter can calm down at last. you’re not in danger, you weren’t ignoring him. you were simply busy doing schoolwork. that, he actually applauds you for.

“for breakfast, yeah.” he manages a shy grin as he coaxes your body closer to his. “i’d ask if you’re still interested, but it’s a little too late now.” you raise a challenging eyebrow. “i love brunch.” “i love you,” peter deadpans and pecks your lips sweetly. humming, you bring a hand up to the back of his head while your lips press to his once again. his messed up curls brush your face as he leans in and kisses back.

“i love you, too,” you mumble against his lips, earning a real smile from peter. he’s still smiling when he breaks the kiss. he gives you a final one on your forehead, arms never leaving you. “how about you get dressed so we can bounce?” “will you swing me there? you came prepared,” you tease, heading over to your dresser. his face starts to heat up. “i thought you might’ve been in trouble.”

“in trouble of failing a test, not being sacrificed by a supervillain.” you’re laughing to yourself while you get your clothes together. fully blushing, peter takes a seat on your bed. “you never know.” he toys with his gloved fingers. “just wanted to make sure i could protect you, if you needed me.” “peter... baby,” you coo, walking back over to him with your outfit tucked under your arm.

“i appreciate you dropping everything and coming here, i really do. shows me how much you care.” you cup one of his pink cheeks in your hand, willing peter to look at you. he does, threading his fingers through yours. “i care a lot.” “so much that you drive yourself insane,” you agree. his lips stretch into a small smile. “trust me, you’re the first person i’m calling when bad guys try to capture me.” your thumb brushes over his skin, eyes softening.

“that makes me feel strangely better. i’ll think before i overreact next time,” peter decides and kisses your palm a few times. “you didn’t overreact. you’ve been through some shit, pete.” you nod to stress your point. “it’s a normal response, okay?” “thank you, baby. for... i don’t know, existing,” he chuckles softly. you ruffle his curls with a goofy grin.

“let’s go get some smiley face pancakes.”