#glad you are recovered btw <3

[transmutationisms]

as someone in recovery for like. just did the math four years now wow that's crazy. the idea of maudsley FBT working at all for someone like me has always been laughable. bc combined with starting at a higher weight and being neglected as a child straight up no one, especially not my family, even noticed i had an eating disorder for the 3 or so years i was restricting. to the extent that they did notice calorie restriction, my parents were my biggest fucking cheerleaders. "refeeding" stage wouldn't have even worked on me because BMI wise despite losing like 20% of my bodyweight in a year i literally never even made it out of the "overweight" category (another reason that i had clinicians literally laugh away the idea that i had a restrictive eating disorder). when i went into recovery there were a few months of false starts and relapses, but at the end of the day the reason it stuck at all for me is because 1. it was for myself and on my own initiative and 2. because i learned to stop caring as much about what my family thought about my weight and health

yepppp the family part of FBT has always been extremely morbidly funny to me having emerged from a family environment in which weight loss is always and inherently a good thing. like extremely hilarious to even imagine my parents encouraging weight gain or refeeding in any sense ajsaksjak i think maudsley method really only makes sense if you consider restrictive eating as a kind of individual and biological intrusive pathology, decontextualised from both food in/security and from dominant attitudes toward bodies and weight. and then consequently you get this really fucked idea that the sufferer is just this singularly bizarre freak who needs to be taught Normal Eating as though socially normal eating isn't precisely what led to the restriction in the first place lmao. and i mean, even outside of FBT proper so many treatment facilities basically work the same way where they're just subbing in the clinician in the same paternalistic role, acting like the problem is just that you need to be forced to eat until you agree to do it yourself and ignoring the fact that clinicians and parents alike will in fact actually punish you for eating if you are anything besides normatively thin and often even then. like lmao. it's very [eric andre meme shoots you and then blames you for having gotten shot and declares that the only way to cure you is for them to take total control over your body and mind]

[superhaught]

Gym Class Heroes (Chapter Two)

Pairing: Regina George x Reader

Warnings: homophobia

Word Count: ~2300, Part 2/?

Part 1

Regina pursues her interest in protecting reader as she recovers from the basketball to the head.

Turns out, you did indeed have a mild concussion from the basketball incident, so you took the weekend and the following Monday off of school to rest and recuperate.

You were napping when your mom knocked lightly on your bedroom door and then came in. You woke up and saw that she had an armful of things.

“One of your school friends stopped by and brought your homework from today plus a card and some snacks, how sweet!”

You sat up and rubbed the sleep from your eyes, “one of my friends? Do you know who?”

“Oh I don’t know, sweetheart. She was blonde and tall and pretty.”

You couldn’t help your face from lighting up, “gimme the card!”

Your mom handed you everything and you tore open the envelope. It was a simple “get well soon” card but what you were most interested in was the handwritten note. The writer’s penmanship was exquisite, not that you were particularly surprised by that fact. The card smelled like her perfume, as if she had spritzed some on. She’s unreal, you thought. Fragrant notes of orange blossom and rose filled your nostrils and it was addictive. 

The note read: Hey you, I hope you’re doing okay and aren’t too worried about getting behind on schoolwork. If you need help getting your homework done, I know a guy. Anyways, Shane got three days of suspension, which isn’t enough, imo. Text me if ur bored <3 R

She wrote her phone number at the end. You giggled and reread it in full, going as far as kicking your feet excitedly under your blankets. 

“She seems like a sweet girl,” your mom pointed out.

Her voice brought you back to reality. You cleared your throat, “mom, my head is kind of hurting, can I go back to sleep?”

“Oh yeah, of course honey! Get some rest.”

“Thank you,” you set the card down next to you and laid back down as your mom left and once she closed the door behind her, you grabbed your phone and began typing a message to Regina’s number. 

“Hey, ‘R’” you wrote. 

The message delivered and the little typing-indicator dots showed up right away, then her message back came through, “I’m glad you didn’t keep me waiting ;)” then she sent a second message, “how are you feeling?”

[Text Message Transcript: Reader: I’m feeling okay. I got a concussion like you thought, but I should be back tomorrow. Thank you for the snacks, btw. How did you know cheez-its are my fav? | Regina: My lips are sealed | Reader: You must have gone to a lot of effort to discover my favorite snacks and my home address… | Regina: It’s nothing someone with my social power can’t handle. | Reader: Well, I owe you. For this and for taking care of me yesterday. | Regina: You don’t owe a thing | Reader: Come on, you’ve gotta let me repay you somehow. | Regina: I won’t allow it | Reader: -_- | Regina: :P | seriously. don’t worry about it. | Reader: But why are you being so nice to me? | Regina: because | Reader: That isn’t an answer | Regina: must I have a reason?? | Reader: People usually do | Regina: cynical of you | I guess I feel bad. MY idiot ex gave you a concussion and was an asshole | also | I think ur cute | Reader: It’s not like you own him. | Regina: are you just gonna ignore that last part | Reader: I was getting there! how do you type so fast when you have acrylics?? | Regina: ... | i blame your concussed brain | Reader: You thought about making a dirty joke, didn't you? | Regina: no | maybe | Reader: So... you think I'm cute? | Regina: Not anymore. I take it back because you embarrassed me. | Reader: No take backsies | Regina: Well now I really take it back because that was dumb | Reader: I don't believe you! | Regina: good | you're going to have to see through my bitch act if we keep going along this path | Reader: "if we keep going along this path" meaning...? | Regina: meaning... if you let me take you out on a date | when you're all recovered of course | Reader: Like... a date date? | Regina: yeah dumbass | what other kind is there?| Reader: Sorry!! I've just... never been asked out before | Regina: okay well... I am asking you out | End of transcript]

Being stunned, you didn’t respond to Regina’s text right away. Your heart was pounding. You couldn’t believe that Regina, the queen bee of the school, the most popular girl, the previously-believed-to-be-completely-and-totally-straight-girl, was asking you out. 

Another text from her popped up, “well don’t leave me hanging”

You decided that you wanted to call her. Maybe you felt like you needed to in order to confirm that this was actually real. You called and it rang twice and then you heard her voice through the phone.

She chuckled as she spoke, “hi…”

“Hi…” you said back, suddenly forgetting what words were. 

“What did you want to say that couldn’t have been sent over text?”

“I just… you really want to date me?”

“Yes. I do. Is that really so shocking?”

“A little, yeah.”

“Well listen, I’ve had my eye on you for a while now. And, as I’m sure you are aware, I’m used to getting what I want.”

You shuddered and then replied, “Regina… I’d love to go out with you.”

The two of you continued to talk on the phone well into the night. It was Regina who insisted that you hang up and go to bed to get some good sleep before coming to school tomorrow. The blonde also offered to pick you up in the morning and drive you to school herself. You, of course, accepted. 

You went to sleep feeling lighter than air. 

In the morning, you got ready for school with more zeal than you ever had in your life. Your mother wondered out loud whether you had been replaced overnight by an entirely different person. You just smiled and said that you were happy and feeling better. 

There was a car horn honk from your driveway and your mom kissed your cheek goodbye as you left your home. 

Regina was sitting in her black Jeep, using her mirror to fix her hair. She smiled at you as you came out of your house and approached the passenger side of her car. She leaned and reached over, cracking the door open for you and then offering you her hand to hold as you stepped up into the car.

You sat down and tossed your backpack into the backseat. 

She smiled again, looking you over, “you look so cute!” Regina then gently caressed her thumb over the bruise on your forehead from the basketball, “and this is looking much better.”

You looked her up and down as well and smiled, “you look incredible…”

“Thanks, baby.” 

She had called you ‘baby’ on the phone the night before as well. The affection made your heart flutter.

She continued, “get buckled, let’s go.”

Regina drove you both to school and parked in her spot in the student lot. It wasn’t an assigned parking spot or anything, it was just the closest spot to her preferred entrance and it was hers by way of having scolded anyone who had ever dared to park there.

When you got out of the car, Regina walked over to you and took your hand in hers. 

Surprised, you said, “you know, we haven’t actually gone out yet…”

“I know that. Do you mind if I hold your hand anyway? Do I have to wait before I can show you off?”

“I don’t mind,” you smiled. 

Regina walked you into the school and immediately, all eyes were on the two of you. You half expected Regina to drop your hand but she didn’t. You glanced over at her and she was proud. Beaming even. 

She squeezed your hand a little tighter and looked at you, “you okay?”

You nodded your head, “I am.”

Regina went with you to your locker and leaned against the adjacent locker while you put your backpack away. Then Regina noticed that you had a small magnetic mirror in your locker and she came up behind you and wrapped her arms around you from behind and looked into the mirror.

“We look good together, don’t we?”

You looked at the image in the mirror and thought she was right. With her bright blonde locks draped over your shoulders, her manicured fingers touching your neck, her cheek pressed against yours, it was a dream come true. 

“It’s way too easy for me to get lost in you…”

“I feel the same way, baby.”

At that point, Gretchen and Karen approached, locating Regina as if they had a homing beacon to her. Gretchen flashed you a polite smile and said, “you look mostly recovered!”

Karen stared at you with wide eyes and said, “don’t worry, I’ve been knocked out by a basketball too! It happens to everyone.”

You thought about objecting to her statement in some way but then you just nodded. 

Regina grabbed your hand again and touched your cheek, turning you to face her, “you’ll sit with us at lunch, right?”

“Oh sure! If you want me to…”

“Of course, silly! Well, you know where to find me, then. I’ll see you later.” Regina pulled you into a hug and squeezed you tightly against her chest. And for the first time in your life, you felt genuinely wanted.

The next two days went by fast. Regina took over driving you to and from school and your mom thanked her profusely for giving her a break. You joined Regina, Gretchen and Karen for lunch, sometimes you were also joined by Cady, Janis and Damien, now that things had gotten less tense between those two trios in the aftermath of the junior year dramatics. 

Regina was extremely attentive to you. You naturally fell into habits of taking care of each other, Regina looking out for you as you continued to recover from your concussion, and you paying attention to her chronic pain flare ups and making sure she was monitoring her POTS symptoms. 

You and Regina agreed to go on your first official date together that weekend, but she certainly was not hesitating to claim you as hers in the meantime. In those 48 hours, there was already an instagram and twitter account dedicated to shipping the two of you and you overheard a lot of talk about your sudden closeness and Regina’s obvious protection over you. 

It all came to a head the day that Shane Oman was back at school.

At lunch, Regina showed up to the table a few minutes later than what was typical for her, and she was dragging Shane by his shirtsleeve until she shoved him right in front of you. 

You set your lunch down and looked at him, then Regina, who shoved him again and said, “well, go ahead.”

Shane rolled his eyes, “fine… I’m sorry…”

Regina’s arms were crossed but she smirked a little, clearly proud of herself. 

“Sorry that you’re a disgusting fucking carpetmuncher!” Shane finished, yelling loud enough for the entire cafeteria to hear and immediately cease their conversations, turning all of their attention to your table. 

Gretchen covered her own mouth in shock. Janis and Damien's jaws both dropped open. Karen was staring at something on the ceiling. Cady whispered “oh my gosh” under her breath. 

You just froze and stared. 

Regina lurched forward and gripped the back of Shane’s shirt collar, pulling him backwards by it in a swift motion and basically choking him with the fabric, “what the fuck did you just say?” she growled.

Shane coughed, “I… I… said… carpetmuncher… and I’m not sorry… and I don’t believe for one second… that you’re falling for this… this… dyke!”

“Oh? You don’t?” Regina pushed Shane down to the ground and he collapsed to his knees and rubbed his neck as Regina let him go. Regina walked over to you and took your face in her hands. One second, her face was red with fury, but when she looked down at you, she immediately softened. She pulled you close to her and then pressed her lips to yours.

It wasn’t how you imagined how your first kiss with Regina would have gone, but you wouldn’t have changed anything about it. 

She kissed you so tenderly. Your senses were completely overwhelmed by the softness of her lips, the taste of her lip gloss, the smell of her hair, the feel of her tongue just teasing your bottom lip. Regina held the kiss for a long time and you held her waist. 

You knew everyone’s eyes (and cameras) were on you, but you couldn’t have cared less. You had Regina, and that’s all that mattered. 

When Regina pulled away, she kept eye contact with you for a moment and smiled, assuring you that she kissed you because she wanted to, not just to prove a point. She came back to give you one more quick and gentle kiss before returning her attention to the pathetic man on the ground. 

“Next time you want to say anything derogatory to my baby here, you better be fucking prepared to say it to me, too, Shane. And I don’t think I need to spell out the absolute shithole you will find yourself in if you do that.” 

Shane stared at her with wide, terrified, eyes.

“Now get the fuck out of my sight.” Regina added. 

Shane scrambled to his feet and sprinted out of the cafeteria as Regina took her seat next to you with closed eyes and exhaled a breath through her nose to calm herself.

You leaned your head on her shoulder and whispered, “thank you, Gina.”

She turned her head and kissed your temple, “of course, baby.”

[magpie-murder]

it'd be wild if they gave asgard's citizens phones in marvel i bet they'd have the best drama

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👴🏻 is-odin-dead-yet

No.

#date: 2023/11/23 #when will he croak #i've been running this blog for centuries #frigga for allfather #kick the bucket already i'm getting bored of posting here

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⛈️ god-of-thunder

I come to Tumblr with a regretful update. As you may know, my family and our fiercest warriors have been traveling between realms in search of our stolen relics.

While attempting to recover one, my brother lost his life in battle while protecting us. He shielded me with his body. My brother died a hero.

einherjarl-deactivated20231120

May he reach Folkvangr. My deepest condolences. But I thought Baldur was impervious to all harm...?

⛈️ god-of-thunder

It was Loki. :( I'm devastated.

einherjarl-deactivated20231120

Oh.

🐍 magic-theatre

is that all you can muster? "oh." you thought i was dead, and that's it? that's all you have? what do you mean by that? let's talk. :)

⛈️ god-of-thunder

You're alive? Where are you?

⛈️ god-of-thunder

Wait, what happened to @einherjarl? He deactivated?

⛈️ god-of-thunder

Loki?

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🎨 bragis-apprentice

Just finished custom making this handle

#metalwork #artists on tumblr #double sided axe #my art

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⚡️LIGHTNING ROUND⚡️

einherjarl-deactivated20231120

?

einherjarl-deactivated20231120

Lady Sif is not one of The Warriors Three. It says it in the name. There are three of them. Not four.

Correct this.

✨️ the-dashingest

I voted for Sif.

🪓 valiant-festivals

I voted for Sif.

🔺️ grim-warrior

I voted for Sif.

✨️ the-dashingest

Wait, Hogun? But you didn't tell us you had a phone?

🔺️ grim-warrior

I don't.

#lady sif propaganda #lightning round #poll reblog #only one more round after this! #i'm so glad lady sif doesn't have tumblr lol #i hope you guys dont mind that a mortal is running this blog btw #i really didnt expect any of you to see this 😬 #and srry for the reblog spam #also hogun lol

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🐍 magic-theatre

i see your thirst edits, you sick freaks.

#start tagging me in them #and/or sending them to me

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⛵️ modern-technologist Follow

umm i'm in ohio to visit my parents and there's like. um . a giant wolf running alongside my car? i'd call animal control but this thing is ginormous and i don't think that would do anything.

it doesnt have a leash or anything (obv its bigger than my car) but it's covered in chains. what do i do??

@identifying-d𝚘gs-in-posts ??

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Fenrir Lokison?

#😨

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✨️ the-dashingest

I really don't think Loki is that bad. Sure, he's had a rocky history, but I don't think he's done anything worthy of scorn. Besides, hasn't he just died and come back or something like that, anyway? He has a blank slate, in my book.

#is it just me? #i hear people saying we should banish or kill him #i find that idea preposterous #he's just misunderstood

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einherjarl-deactivated20231120

I'm not going to @ them, but ugh... Someone I'm acquainted with just died in battle, and honestly? I'm so relieved. Is that terrible? Don't answer that, I know that it is. I'll probably delete this in a few hours.

🐍 magic-theatre

that's what you get for vagueing.

cowards don't go to valhalla.

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[artofchira]

As someone else who's in the process of burning out just surviving, and has lost sight of why I enjoyed art in the first place, would you be willing to share some of the things you've tried to get back on your feet? Super glad that you're doing so much better, btw.

First: It's actually become a job for me to help artists reconnect to their art through my mentorship workshop with everything I have learned, and I consider myself very good at it. I've been doing it for about 4 years now. If you or any other artist would like direct help with recovering from burn out please check out the service page of my website and testimonials from previous clients.

To answer your question:

A lot of my own personal stabilization just came as a result of wanting the experience of making art to be comfortable. It wasn't a choice anymore. After my father passed I relaxed for about 3 months -- longest I went without drawing in my life since I started freelancing -- and when I sat back at my desk I just couldn't make myself work under the same pressure. I'd try to force myself to draw and it made me want to cry instead. I quickly learned I could only create if I felt comfortable and drawing felt gentle, so I had to accept moving forward if I wanted to continue being as productive as before I needed to find a way of working that eliminated stress or using will power, which means working in a way that was renovated from the ground up. I couldn't go back. How I was making art was over. I needed it to be repaired. I had no idea what that looked like, so it was truly trial and error.

A fact about me is I have a very high sensory/pain threshold naturally (I also recently learned I was autistic over the pandemic, imagine that has something to do with it) so I've always been historically bad at ignoring my physical limitations because I rarely felt them unless my body broke down on me, and when it did I treated myself with annoyance and forced myself to work through it. I'm talking like no sleeping for 3-4 days straight, or coming home after a kidney stone to finish a comic page still shaky on pain and morphine and then feeling bad at myself for being lazy. To say my old work habits were highly self abusive is an understatement. So when I started addressing everything that was an inconvenience and uncomfortable, it ended up correcting everything I was ignoring or failed to consider a problem until it was past due.

To cut a long story short, a list of material changes to my life that improved my health:

I got medicated, finally. I'm extremely bipolar. Always have been. Drawing between periods of oscillating between feeling divinely invincible vs ideating suicide every waking moment vastly became easier to manage.

I got glasses. I'm farsighted, but it was never a problem for me since I could see fine -- ooor so I thought. Turns out when you're farsighted you're focusing constantly without even realizing it. Turns out getting glasses gave me 80% of my mental space back so I suddenly had more energy, generally more awake, and more focused. No one talks about farsightedness so I had absolutely no idea I was burning myself out physically just being able to see. Worth mentioning!

Started seeing a massage therapist and a chiropractor regularly. I always thought of those things as luxuries, not necessities. Which was extremely stupid. Maintaining my physical body through directly working out kinks in it became something like brushing my teeth or showering -- it's just something you do to make sure health and hygiene isn't making you dysfunctional and rotting you. My body no longer breaks down.

For the same reasons as above, maintained seeing my therapist regularly even if I felt fine or had no issues to work out. I realized I was always quick to end support as soon as I felt I didn't need it anymore (again treating it as a luxury) so making the space in my life for mental/emotional check ins kept my head organized. My therapist is bewildered by me and has no idea what to do with me because she feels she's not doing anything. I just tell her by me making the space for me to explain myself at all, even if all I was doing was describing how I was fine, was the help. She's great.

Got a cappuccino machine. May seem stupid but being able to make gourmet coffees from my kitchen every morning really genuinely improved my life and mind more than getting medicated.

Got a dog. He's amazing. I love him. Very warm and loving companion, and such a gentle soul. He keeps me out of my head and gets me prioritizing walks every day, so my vitamin D intake increased massively. I don't have the luxury of staying in bed for 3 days straight in my depressive episodes anymore. I have to make the effort to leave it at least twice a day to walk and feed him and play with him. Like most people, I'm terrible at prioritizing for myself but will move worlds for those I love no matter where I'm at.

For personal habits I just reflected a lot on why I felt I had to will myself to draw when drawing is something I love doing most. It made no sense to resent doing what you devote yourself to doing. I changed -- and still changing -- my mental framing in how I think of working on art for it to be something I'm eager to do, not obligated to.

Hope this was educational.

[friendship-ditch]

The Best Stuntwoman

(Jody Moreno x Fem Reader) ❀

Summary: After your accident and practical disappearance off the face of the earth, your ex girlfriend Jody is conflicted on your appearance as the stunt woman for her movie.

Warnings/Notes: None! No described romance but theres the buildup <3 (I am branching out a bit on my fandoms/stories now btw because theres not a SINGLE Jody x Reader fic out there and it's a CRIME

Word Count: 3134

  A car roll was no easy feat, especially after you’d been out of the job for over a year.  You’d wondered if it was a mistake to even consider coming back here, if you should’ve just stayed in your house in your new peaceful life… but then you thought about Jody, and that urge to make a beeline for the nearest plane out of Australia faded.  This was your chance to fix those mistakes you’d been dwelling on ever since you changed your number.  You couldn’t back out now, you’d never get this opportunity again.

  After a brief conversation with Dan to get a lay of the land (or stall), you clipped your helmet on and climbed into the stunt car.  Your nerves were jittery and your heart was racing.  Shouldn’t they have given you a bit of a refresher before throwing you back into the field?

  Apparently not.  Seconds after, the shoot began, and so did the engine.

  You drove down the beach, tires skidding in the damp, slightly dense sand.  You tried your best to focus on the camera ahead of you, maintaining a distance between your bumper and the lens.

  “Move up, y/n!”  Dan’s voice crackled over the speakers.  You hesitated, feeling the car jump a little bit across the sand.

  “I can’t!  If I get too close I won’t be able to control the car.  The sands a little loose, I don’t have enough traction.”  You tried to ignore the quivering tone in your voice.  “If I get any closer you’ll lose the camera.”

  “I know, I know, but get in there!  You’ve got this.”  Dan gave you as much encouragement as he could, though he was probably able to see how bouncy the car was.

  Against your better judgment you did what he said, and just as you predicted, the car bounced a little too far forward and broke the camera hanging off the back of the recording vehicle.

  You could imagine Jody’s glare and her soft mutter at your mistake, feeling glad you didn’t have to face her at the moment.  Oh, why couldn’t people listen to you when you were right?

  Recovering quickly from the bump, you came to terms with something much more frightening than a scolding by your ex; the car jump.  The last one you did was years ago, way before your accident, and it was not a fun experience.  You could vision yourself landing a little too hard and breaking your arm, or flying too far forward and breaking your neck.  No, no, you had to stay focused.  If not for you, then for Jody.  

  As the pyro went off beside you, you held your breath and pressed the button.

  You must’ve blacked out during the sequence, because the next thing you knew, the car was upside down on the sand, and your hand was out, making the classic thumbs up.  Dan and the rest of the team pulled you out, exclaiming something about ‘world record,’ and ‘8 and 1/2 rolls,’ but you didn’t really hear them, still a little freaked.

  Dan brought you back to the main camp of the set.  You still had your helmet on, fearing if you took it off, your eyes would still be huge, frozen in terror.

  “That was so good!”  A familiar, joyful voice exclaimed from behind you.  “How is she, Dan?  Is she good?”

  And before you realized what was happening, you were facing Jody, in all of her director glory. 

You removed your helmet, and worried for a moment that your fears were right, and your eyes were permanently paralyzed as wide and white, but then reality kicked in.

  Her gardening hat fluttered in the wind, her arms crossed across her light pink jumpsuit, and her dreamy eyes were staring blankly at you, almost as if she was as shocked as you’d been in the car.  After a few seconds of near cinematic eye contact, your eyes drifted to her parted lips and suddenly she snapped out of it.  

  “Who’s idea was this?”  Jody asked, voice carrying an uncharacteristic crack.

  Dan hesitated for a second, looking at you, and then the other woman.  “I think it was Gail’s idea.”

  “I thought it was your idea.”  You turned to Jody, confused.  Had Gail lied?  She sounded so insistent over the phone that Jody had wanted you for her movie.  You.  But… that could’ve been a front.  Gail lied so easily that at some point you had to step back and wonder how much of anything she said was the truth.

  Jody glanced at you from the corner of her narrowed eyes, eyebrows furrowed.  “Dan, come on.  I didn’t approve her.  I would never approve her.”

  You were about to protest when Jody suddenly elbowed you in the side.  “Can I talk to you for a second?”  

  She took you aside, shoulders tensed and eyes still at about 75% of a glare.  “Interesting move, really.  Really interesting.  You disappear off the face of the earth, change your number, and then you casually show back up here on my movie set?  You show up and now you’re my new stunt person?”

  The wind from the nearby helicopter nearly sent her hat flying.  You caught it and placed it back on her head, gingerly tucking her blonde hair out of her face, then putting the hat back on her head and pulling the tie closed.

  The whole time, Jody stared at you.  You couldn’t tell if she was looking at you with a look that read “I’m so smitten by you,” or the contrary, “I’m going to skin you alive when nobody is looking.”

  “You can’t–you can’t do that.  Don’t do that.”  Jody protested pathetically and pulled out of your touch.

  “Well, your hat was–”

  “Why are you here?”

  You sighed again, shaking your head.  “I think there’s been a misunderstanding.”

  “Clearly.” 

  “I was under the impression that… you did want me here.”

  Congratulations, you’d graduated to being skinned alive in private to being skinned alive in front of the whole cast and crew of Metalstorm.  Jody huffed.  “That’s a delusional thought, we haven’t spoken in a year.”

  “Gail said–.”

  “I don’t care, whatever.  But you clipped my camera.”  As angry as she was at you, Jody couldn’t help but bring up your newest mistake.  That’s what she did when she was mad at you.  At least it was better than the time you brought a snake into her trailer to show her and it decided to make home in her bed, which neither of you found out until 2:00 am.

  “I’m a little rusty, I’m sorry.  I’ll make it up to you.”

  Jody was just staring at you now, watching your every move with her big blue eyes, as if she could read your mind.  For a moment, you thought you won her over, but then you and your stupid mouth spoke a bit more.

  “I think this is going to be an amazing movie, I mean not as amazing as you, or as beautiful, but–”

  “No, I can’t do this.”  Jody turned, shaking her head.  She held the edges of her hat down and turned to Dan.  “Don’t we have anybody else?”

  “You want the truth?”  Dan said, not really giving the director a chance to respond.  “We literally have nobody else.”

  Jody turned back to you, reading your thoughts once more; of course your socks were two different colors, no, she couldn’t see them, but of course she’d be able to read your most embarrassing fears.  She seemed to glare through you for a moment, and then lowered her voice.

  “What’s next?”  She asked Nigel, who responded with something pertaining to lighting you on fire.

  For the first time since you’d stepped onto this set, you saw a small glint in Jody’s eyes and she nodded.  “Alright.”

  That was all she said, and for a moment you wondered if you’d misheard.  But then you heard Nigel speak into his walkie-talkie about setting you on fire and that pit in your stomach grew once again.

  The next hour was borderline excruciating.  Getting set on fire hurt, and so did getting thrown into a wall.  Being publicly embarrassed about your mistakes by pure metaphors in front of the entire cast and crew also hurt, but more so your ego than your body.  

  By the time the scene was finally finished, and there were 4 perfectly fine and alike cuts for Jody to mull over later and maybe regret refilming so many times just to get a lash at you, your body ached and you wanted to pass out.

  You dragged yourself over to the medical tent and got patched up, feeling Jody’s eyes on you from afar.  For claiming to hate you as much as she did, she sure was watching when the doctor removed your dirt cladded jacket to reveal your dusty white tank top.

  They patched you up, covering your numerous fire burns and gashes, and then sent you on your way.  It felt like chains were hanging from your legs as you trudged to your truck and then collapsed into the seat.

  Now with the first privacy you had all day, and with the radio already set on a sad station, you couldn’t help but finally let those pent up tears spill down your dirty face.  You pressed your forehead into the wheel, ignoring the dent it would leave in your skin, and just let it out in your own little isolated world.

  A tap at the window snapped you out of it and you buried your face into your jacket to wipe the tears.  You hesitantly peered over the rim, and right into the gaze of Jody.

  Without saying a word, you rolled the windows down and then hid back into your jacket to rub at your eyes a bit more.  When you were satisfied, you cleared your throat and turned to face her.

  “What are you doing?”  Jody asked, resting her arms where the window was, and her chin on top of them.

  “Just… chilling down.”  You mumbled.

  “That’s a weird phrase.”

  “It’s something the Australians say.”

  “Really?  I’ve been here 6 months and I haven’t heard it.”

  You just shrugged, looking down again.  Your attempt to clean your face must’ve been shitty because Jody spoke again, her tone a little softer.  “Were you crying?”

  “No.”

  She didn’t seem satisfied with that answer, as she reached in and moved your hair out of your face.  With a discontent hum, she shook her head and put your hair back, as if her touch hadn’t just sent 100 butterflies into your stomach.

  “Can I get in the car with you?”

  Maybe you did hit your head during the car roll.  You would’ve thought now Jody would perform her final duty of ending your life, which honestly, you probably deserved.

  “What…?”

  Jody took that as a yes and climbed into the passenger's seat.  Upon sitting down, you realized she didn’t have a knife or a baseball bat, so your nerves softened a little.

  “So how have you been?”  She asked, looking at you with an oddly peaceful expression of curiosity.  That was one thing you’d always loved about Jody; when she let her voice grow softer and that neverending curiosity take over to reveal her almost childlike wonder of the world.

  You were still a little uneasy with words, voice a bit hoarse, so you just gave her a thumbs up.

  “Thumbs up?  God, I hate that bullshit.  That stunt person bullshit.”  Jody huffed.  She was about to go on more of a rant, but then cut herself off with a deep breath.  “Alright, no, that’s okay.  Boundaries… if that’s how you want to express yourself, then I’ll have to unwillingly accept it.”

  “No, that’s not what I meant…”

  “What do you mean then?”

  I’m sorry.  I fucked up.  I’m an idiot, I know.  You can slap me if you want, I deserve it.

  But none of the above apologizes made their way out, they just got stuck on your dry tongue.

  Jody watched as your mouth fell part way open and just hung there.  Then she let out a soft chuckle, relaxing and leaning back into the carseat.

  “Well, go on then.  Ask me how I am, use your big girl words.”

  You swallowed a few times.  “How… how have you been?”

  “Okay.”

  That was it?  Now Jody was staring out the windshield as if her mental dictionary had fallen apart.

  “Use your big girl words.”  You teased, gently nudging her with your shoulder.

  “Shut it.”  Jody replied, though there was a little grin on her face.  She tried to hold the smile back from getting any bigger but soon she was laughing, and so were you.  

  It felt like the old days again, the two of you sneaking off of set on your free time to just have fun in each other's presence, laughing in some weird situation or place, over some stupid joke.

  Jody managed to get control of herself first, her happiness dying down into a soft frown.  She reached a tender hand to brush your hair out of your face again, tracing a finger over the gash on your forehead.  “You’re not hurt too badly, are you?”  Her voice had softened once more to one of worry, if not guilt.

  With the way her fingers moved across your face, scanning your skin for any sort of wounds, you almost forgot how to speak.  But you forced out an answer.  “No…  I’m okay.”  

  It was a lie and you both knew it.  Jody deflated a little and you frowned.

  “I bet you enjoyed that though… slamming me into the wall, setting me on fire…”

  Jody let out another soft chuckle.  She shook her head as if to deny it, but the smile on her face didn’t crack.  “It was... cathartic, I’ll tell you that.”

  You smiled too.  “Yeah…  You’re lucky, you actually got to set your ex on fire, and not get arrested for it.”

  Jody laughed again, her head leaning into your shoulder a little.  You were surprised, but it was as if she didn’t even notice, her old habits were coming back and she didn’t even notice.  She then heaved a sigh.  “Did you miss me at all?”

  “A little.”

  She wrinkled her nose and you grinned, lowering your shoulder a little so she could lean into it better.  You moved your head to look out the window.

  “I missed you every day.”

  “You did?” 

  “Yes.”

  “Good.”  Jody whispered.  “Because… I missed you too.”

  You looked back over at her, surprised by the intensity in her eyes as she gazed up at your face, tracing the forgotten paths of her fingers across your skin.  If you didn’t know better, you would’ve leaned down and kissed her, and she probably would’ve done the same.

  Jody was the first to look away, though she only pressed herself into you a little more.  “You’re going to stick around, right?  I know I was a bit of an ass earlier… and I’m still mad at you, but I’m not like… going to rip your head off.”

  “Oh, that’s relieving.”  You said in the same tone.  “I guess that means I can stick around.”

  “You will?  That’s good, that’s good…”  Jody murmured, half to herself.  “I didn’t really like the other stunt double that much anyway.. She wasn’t as nice as you, or as good.”

  “You think I’m good?”

  “Good?  You’re the best damn stunt woman I’ve ever seen.”  Jody muttered affectionately at you.  “I’m glad Gail found your number, even if I didn’t ask her to.”

  You nodded and the two of you fell into a gentle silence for a moment.  You could’ve fallen asleep, you were so exhausted.  Then an idea popped into your mind and you said it before you could stop yourself.

  “Do you want it?  My… my new number, I mean.”

  “Do you plan on changing it again?”

  You shook your head.

  “Okay.  You can put it in my phone after you drive me to my car.”

  Her car?  The vehicle about 10 feet away?  

  “I can do that.”  You started the car, then took a little left.  “Uh-oh, we’ve got a bit of a detour here.  Please keep your arms inside the vehicle at all times, you’ll soon arrive at your destination.”

  Jody couldn’t help but laugh at your little game.  Sure, she was exhausted too, and normally she’d be pissed but… she just got you back, she didn’t mind a little more time at your side.

  You did a few quiet laps around the parking lot, neither of you saying much besides sometimes pointing another car out as if you hadn’t just seen it.  It was silly, but it was fun, and it made your heart flutter.

  After the fifth or so round, you finally pulled up to her car, parking about a foot away.

  “Your carriage, my lady.”

  Jody smirked and headbutted your shoulder gently.  She looked over at her car for a second, the smile on her lips not exactly matching the look in her eyes as she realized your little fun was over.  Then she let out a soft sigh.

  “Thank you.”  

  You nodded and reached to open the door for her.

  Jody mouthed another thanks and started to leave, when something came over her.  She turned back to you, slipped her hands on both sides of your face, luckily covering their sudden pink tint, and then planted a kiss on her forehead.

  You sat as still as a rock, worried that if you moved, your heart would give out.

  Jody pulled away quickly after that and slipped out of your car.  For a second you thought she hadn’t realized the gravity of what she just did, but then in a shaky, embarrassed voice, she blurted out: “See you tomorrow!” and then darted off to her car.

  You stared after her trail for a few seconds, coming back to earth.  A big smile had spread across your face and you forced yourself to wave, though she wasn’t looking in your direction, probably to hide her own blush.

  A few seconds later, you drove away, thinking only about the touch of her lips on your forehead, and how dizzy it made you feel.  Clearly, all hope was not lost.  Your wounds didn’t hurt much anymore, and you didn’t care if you’d have to jump off a cliff tomorrow… it wouldn’t matter in the long run.  

  You were slowly getting Jody back, that’s the important thing.

  Now that it had finally set in, you let out some sort of an excited scream, rolled the windows up, did it again, but a little louder, and then drove off, already dreaming about the next day.

[thelonelyshore-if]

What would the ROs + Willow do if MC was sick? Love your wip btw!!

Aww tysm!! I'm glad you like it!

Beck: Is not even remotely phased by sickness. They're not...really great at taking care of the MC, but they would be perfectly willing to hang out like normal. Probably would throw MC some cold meds and hope that whatever plans they had don't get cancelled. Croft: "I love you, don't touch me, I'll get you some blankets." Croft would be masked up with a gallon tub of hand sanitizer. They'd do what they could to care for the MC without actually touching them or going near them. Jay: "Is there anything I can get you? I can run to the store real quick. Sit tight, take your medicine, get comfortable, I'll be right back." Jay would be very proactive about it. They'd make sure the MC had everything they needed and was comfortable, though they would keep their distance once they know MC's alright in hopes of staying healthy. Perri: Movie marathon time!! Perri would be pretty physically affectionate/cuddly. They'd be big on wrapping the MC in a blanket, making them some tea or soup, and just taking it easy while the MC recovered. And then they'd end up sick three days later. Ravi: "Wow, you look lousy. Can I...help?" Ravi's not the best caretaker, but he's pretty dependable, which pays off in these sort of situations. Physical illness freaks him out way less than emotional struggles so he'd be much more comfortable pampering the MC. Yasmin: Her immune system is pretty impressive due to being around lots of germs at the library, so she isn't really worried about getting sick. She'd give the MC the same advice she'd give to the kids she works with--stay home, lots of rest, lots of liquids, try to relax if you can. Willow: "Lol skill issue. Stay away from me I don't want to get sick <3" And then they'd bring the MC ginger ale and soup just like their mom used to make and it would feel kind of fuzzy and nostalgic.

[lil-melody-moon]

OKAY IT’S HAPPENING, EVERYBODY STAY CALM!! I’ve finally finished my opinion on “The who by numbers” This took me so long but it’s finally here so I hope you enjoy:

Before I start, I feel the need to say (once again) that I really love the design of the cover and the fact that John Entwistle actually drew the cover himself makes it even better. I love a talented King ❤️

Okay, now the opinion you’ve been waiting for:

1. Slip Kid: The cowbell at the beginning of the song?? I LOVED IT. Great intro. I think it captures the vibes of the album really well. Btw Is that Roger on backing vocals?? I love the song. I have no idea what it is about but I love it 🤣

2. However much I booze: Ummm excuse me??? This song is a fucking vibe. Now I understand why this song is your favourite😍 I don’t know what they put in this song but fuuuuck it’s so damn groovy and the melody it’s soooo catchy. Keith’s drumming and John’s bass in this one are superb

3. AAAAA SQUEEZE BOX MY BELOVED, MY BABY. I literally forced all of my friends to listen to this one. They looked at me weird when I played the song for them in the car but idc. Anyway, This one is my favourite and you already know the context behind why I love this one 😏🤣

4. Dreaming from the waist: All I can say about this song is that I absolutely love the dedication John Entwistle and Keith Moon put in this song. All I can hear is bass and drums 👀❤️

5. Imagine A Man: Okay confession. The first time I listened to this song I did not like very much but now that I’ve listened to it a few more times I think It’s starting to grow on me. Also, the line “Imagine a past where you wish you had lived” literally wrecked me, I felt it in my soul 💔

6. Sucess Story: I have the feeling that I’ve heard this song before…. It sounds like a mix between “All the way from Memphis” by Mott the Hoople and “It’s only Rock N Roll (But I like it) by the Rolling Stones. I might be wrong tho but all these songs have the same vibes 🤣

7. They Are All in love: This is probably my least favourite (don’t kill me) the song is good and I like how Keith and John sound together but idk. Maybe I need to listen to it more

8. Blue Red and Grey: IS THIS PETE ON VOCALS TOO?? Holy sweet mother of jesus his voice feels like a warm hug. Is that an ukelele?? YEP IT IS. I’ve read that Pete wanted to commit suicide and that’s why he wrote this song. If that’s true I feel so sorry for Pete :(

9. How many friends: HELLO?? THE DRUMS? THE GUITAR??? Holy fuck I like everything about this song. “How many friends have I really got? Well you can count ‘em on the one hand” THAT’S LITERALLY ME. I only have a few friends but feel so lucky to have them.

10. In a hand or a face: This song reminds me of Baba O’Riley for some reason🤣 Are we absolutely sure that this isn’t a leftover song from “Who’s Next?”

Oh, by the way, I still can’t tell the difference between Pete and Roger’s voices but I feel like Pete sings in almost every song of the album so I don’t really know what to say about Roger’s input in the album except for the backing vocals (he sings beautifully)

Overalls, this album is really fun to listen to, it’s very complete and catchy. From what I’ve read, this album took ages to be completed cause Pete had a writer’s block and depression but I’m so glad he recovered and finished the album. So far, this is probably my favourite The Who album. I still need to listen to Quadrophenia in its entirety tho.

Okay so first of all, to clear your doubts, Pete's voice is the warm one, "However Much I Booze" and "Blue Red and Grey" are sung by him, the rest is Roger. Roger has a distinct voice, if you know "Squeeze Box" by heart, you know Roger's voice <3

Normally Roger sings, occasionally Pete does, Pete and John are always the backing vocals, Keith only shines from time to time, not a single song of his on this one, BUT I'm so glad to hear that the rhythm section is catching your attention this much - you would have to see me grin when you said you can't hear nothing but bass and drums XD

About the stories you mentioned there, I didn't read much, so I believe in what you're saying. I somehow can't bring myself to really dig in the history of the band, I'm probably afraid of a thing or two, but like, I'm so glad Pete recovered from depression as well - he's a lovely guy really, deserving the best <3

I'm very happy that you love the album this much and I certainly can't fucking wait for you to dive into "Quadrophenia". You'll hear my screaming when you send me your opinion, plus... I'm still waiting for your opinion about "Tommy" and the revenge. Take care, my dear and have fun on the path to become a The Who fan <3

[tokillamockingbird427]

hi mush, first of all: LOVE YOUR PAGE!!! my dearest pal “literally logan anon” got me into cod ghosts like… 3 weeks ago ?? and i’ve been aggressively hyperfixated ever since (many thanks to the community on tumblr and, of course, your posts which have been fuelling me through the throes of uni coursework)

second things second: in love with ur autistic logan headcanon ?!?! your post about him dicking about with the AAC board had me in stitches. anyway jumping of from my pal’s anon, i think that logan probably has little sense of self identity. after all he has lived in his brother and father’s footsteps all his life, he has rarely been given the autonomy to do or say what he pleases and he is, in general, acting at the whims of others. i think all of this would lead him to have a very limited sense of self-worth, purpose, identity, etc. - he is merely an extension of hesh, and i think this definitely upsets him a lot. he doesn’t knwo what he wants because he hasn’t been given the opportunity to decide that. all very sadge… what are ur thoughts my g

Good luck with uni shit!!!! Glad I could help you cope lmao

Ah, yes. The fart sfx... he has the humor of a 12 year old. Elias is exasperated but ykw if Logan likes it (Tablet) that's good. Even if it's just *FartFartFart* ad infinitum.

Ooooo Logan with the identity struggle, yesssss. And I agree 100%, I do think Logan would have a limited view of himself outside someone who just follows his brother around. HOWEVER... I also think Hesh has a very limited view of himself outside being The Big Brother where his hobbies are "Watching after Lou" and his skills are "Keeping my brother safe+alive" AND I think the both of them are this way in part due to their upbringing because Elias had been fostering the "Stay together." mentality in them from like day one but then ODIN absolutely exasperated it to the point of (almost) no return. CIRCLES BACK TO THE CODEPENDENCY BTW!!! We make this shit a WEB of mental illness.

That "Opportunity outside being tool/wielder" might come around only because of the pit and tbh I think it's a little poetic in a way that the most terrible thing to happen to either of the bros could be smthn that changes their lives for the better if they manage to roll with it and recover without destroying everything.

Elias ily baby but DAMN your mental illness (Being in the military) is also your kids mental illness now.

[runaa666]

I really liked your first post!!<3 I would like to know if you can make another one where davey demonstrates the… talent that his fingers have… if you know what I mean....... heheh

sorry for the anon btw!

heyy i'm so glad you liked it, i really appreciate it! <3 xoxo

going to the point… dave knows what he is good at, he knows very well that he is good at playing guitar, he has trained his fingers in such a way that it's not difficult for him to make the audience scream because of his talent, but!! what if that talent he got with time is used to make you scream in a different way?

and what if after a concert he's so euphoric that when he gets off the stage the first thing he does is look for where you are and when he finds you backstage, you don't even have time to ask how he felt when he started kissing you silly and desperate dragging his hand under your panties immediately folding and spreading his fingers all around your cunt that you start to get wet quickly.

"dave… there's a lot of people here." you mumble trying to free yourself from his touch.

"so what? just let me make you scream too…" he said dragging you into his dressing room and blocking the door so no one could disturb.

after hesitating a bit watching you squirm from his touch, he decides to slide a finger inside you and move it quickly, coordinating it with his thumb that circled around your clit so well it made you blur and babble nonsense.

"you like this, baby?" he growled as he slid a second finger and after that a third, curling them inside you, touching the sweet spot that made you clutch his wrist tightly in pleasure. he loved feeling you clench around his fingers and how fast he moved in and out of you causing noise from the clash of his palm and your pussy.

"i'm close, dave…" you gasped loudly, and it wasn't that long before you started cumming wetting his fingers and your underwear in the process.

"ohh fuckkk, yeah..." he murmured as he watched you cum on his fingers and wet your panties involuntarily closing your thighs.

he let you recover from your orgasm and your breaths became more controlled and calm as he kissed you softly drowning out your moans.

"don't you think it's my turn now, pretty?"

[good-beanswrites]

hi i just wanted to mention w/ your angst hcs that kotoko did actually say she didn’t try to kill any of the guilty prisoners! in her t2 voice lines she says that since milgram is a 3 trial system, she only wanted to “rough them up.” not to mention that in a tl convo she gets on kazui’s ass for stopping her but (unless i’m missing smthn) she never says anything to shidou, which i think implies that even if she was attacking them, she doesn’t mind them receiving medical attention bc she doesn’t actually want them to die. i rlly love you’re writing btw!! i especially adore how you wrote kazui 💖💖

👀👀👀 Omg YESS thank you telling me!! I was remembering her timeline convo with Mikoto, but it's been a while since I've looked at the voice lines -- that's so good to know >:0

The way she words it is really interesting because she didn't spare them for her own reasons, but for Milgram/Es' sake. I'm so intrigued by her mix of working outside of authority while still bending over backwards for it within Milgram 🤔 And I guess her attitude towards Mikoto may be different because of his (seeming) lack of gray area in his murders, and capability to harm Es. And you're right! She never has any problem with Shidou, or attempted to finish the job, so she definitely wanted the others to recover, huh...

I'm so glad my headcanon works hehe -- though, instead of worrying about taking another life, her guilt stems from failing her righteous duty and getting in the way of justice, which is a very cool twist!

(And ahh thank you sm :'D I'm so glad!! I really enjoy writing him, that means a lot <3)

[welcometoteyvat]

the wanderer and furina story was beautiful!! i loved the little foreshadowing to dancing a waltz alone, which i read was furina dancing at the stage as the hydro archon all alone—but she’s not alone because scaramouche is there as well.

it was genius to have scaramouche see the funeral of furina and furina the funeral of scaramouche. i’m not sure if this is reading too much but the front part of the story hints at neuvilette controlling the rain, and the fact that it rained at the end… does it allude to how neuvilette was mourning for the death of what furina was (which was her act and the furina that he grew to know) but in the midst of people mourning the loss furina is freed and found a partner who understands her turmoil and they sort of relish in that fact they aren’t alone??? either way, i loved it and i would love more author’s commentary!

i don’t think this is particularly ooc too. — @apologems

for people who missed the context it is here

ehe (venti voice) thank you!!!!! wahhh this is such a sweet note 🥺 also i'm so glad you picked up on all the things i added in by chance and intentionally FDSKFJKDSJF it's good to hear they were expressed clearly enough!!

tbh both the waltz and the rain were kinda spontaneous BUT im very happy they both had their intended effects. i was thinking about that exact scene when writing the waltz line—it's such a good cutscene from the archon quest i had to refer to it. lowkey was also thinking about coppelia and coppelius, especially since they're a pair of dancers, based off a play about an almost human mechanical doll and the creator who fell in love with her... yeah. it's not 1:1 but the pieces are there. also yeah her and scara! it worked nicely as his intro, but I also wanted to show furina as someone who's suddenly alone, but slowly trying to live for herself.. in an empty ballroom there's nobody for whom to put on an act, and now she can dance only if she feels like it. she can also teach scara how to formal dance! and maybe his puppet body can finally control its own strings </3 also im sure she's been to some kind of fancy ballroom party before with neuvillette and maybe this just reminds her of the artificial foreignness that's estranged them now. oh furina my dear actress on the stage

i was so close to cutting out the rain at the end but i was like nooooooo i need the weather symbolism (incredible archetype btw i love weather), and furiously tried to figure out a good ending sentence. you basically got all my thoughts LOL i wanted people to make the connection between rain as rebirth and the washing away of old sins, but also like. the sky is crying. it is dreary and miserable and they're soaked to the bone but the last string connecting their present to their past has finally been dissolved, and now... maybe they're free to move on to sunnier days.. etc,,, i didn't think too much about neuvillette's role in this but what you said 100% works <3 im still unsure what he thinks of furina tbh so i didn't really elaborate DSKFJKSDJ. last thought about the rain: they both have a thing about crying, but the only thing wet during that scene was the rain—i guess i was trying to show like, neither furina nor scara think that this death is a bad thing, or maybe all the tears they could've shed already dried up. it's only other people who mourn for their pasts.

also i forgot but the fire was supposed to be a lowkey callback to when scara burned the house down when his unnamed child died. the entire theme i was kinda going for was like. a farewell to your past; no matter what happened before, maybe you can finally put it down, and leave it behind, live today unrestrained by yesterday's pain, etc.

if i was an animator this would've gone so much better because the scenes were so clear cut in my head. ideally the flow is like this: furina says she can see kabukimono. wanderer's face whitens in a flash, until he's the color of a sheet of paper and it's actually scary to look at. he recovers, says the line about his and furina's funeral. he steps closer to her and turns so that they're directly facing each other, faces like two feet apart. it cuts to a closeup of their faces, panning from furina's, neutral/apprehensive, to wanderer's, eyebrows furrowed, face set (entirely self centered anger that this, of all things, is fate's last laugh at him). and idk the light changes and makes his eyes glassier and more reflective, and furina sees her old self—the camera gets sucked into her reflection (like you're diving into the void) as her face warps in a terrible twisted way, maybe some blood idk; the camera zooms back out, furina breathes heavily, looking disturbed and a bit sick. wanderer is slightly off to the side and his face is blurred (the focus is on furina's slightly horrified face) but he's watching her closely and carefully, but without judgement. wanderer holds out his hand, and furina takes it, and immediately the hiss of the fire starts. its like one of those gigantic funeral pyres, wild and leaping and intense, and she watches the pile of kabukimono doll get smaller and smaller. somewhere in the middle a blackened chunk of something gets spit out (his heart), lands at their feet. the most important part is that after the fire burns itself out, the rain starts immediately. sudden downpour, very heavy etc. the viewer should feel a wave of Closure and Relief after the intensity of the burning. a slow waltz starts playing in the background, low, smooth, and very quiet. they just stand there, and the camera zooms out until they're just two dark blue/black smears against a blurry gray backdrop. end scene

also about the characterization: that's good I always wonder whether I'm leaning too much into my own writing voice instead of sticking closer to the character's canonical language register and mannerisms haha

[doggocake]

i love your art style so much! it looks straight out of a cozy like.. rpg video game if that makes sense? it brings me so much joy for you to come across my dash! i hope you feel better soon bud!

EEE!! ^^ I’m really glad you enjoy my art!! Dat makes me very happii :D A Lot of my art drives its inspiration from things I grew up enjoying! Most being games like fran bow, and don’t starve :3 Funnily enough i am working on an rpg maker game ;w; It’s still in like SUPER MAGA EARLY DEVELOPMENT! ! ! Mainly cuz i’m still working through the script ;n; There are two versions of the game atm, because I was still working through the lore and designs for the characters when i made the first one. also for the first version I didn't script a thing- here's a clip of first version ;w; THIS IS YEARS OLD BTW ᵀʰᵉ ᵃʳᵗ ᵐᵃʸ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵃ ᵇᶦᵗ ˢᵗʳᵃⁿᵍᵉ

It will be a long LONG time before i do anymore work on this. Mainly because of uhh...

. . . and before i do anymore work on reworking the first game i gotta finish the script and work out how the game will play out, though i do have a draft :3 Also I am better :D It was a simple fever and I have recovered!!! and i'm hoping to do more art ♥! ^^

[kamishiro-rui-phoenixwonderland]

-one atleast two ruis?? are dead??

-one is BRITISH (/silly) and also keeps getting into near death experiences because he can't pick a struggle (mod i love your rui btw he is legendary

-the niigo/niigo adjacent ruis are. well. niigo adjacent ruis

-one is experiencing the tormentous nightmare about meeting a ghost version of his boyfriend who died in a stage accident

-the younger ruis are.. doing their best

-ex phantom thief rui is recovering from being brainwashed and tortured. enough said

-and future rui is. a wife guy. i guess.

[OOC: TWO dead Ruis?? wait ik there's a ghost who's the other? the younger Ruis are all so cute actually they are like little brothers to mine <3 and ahhh glad you like my Rui he's a bit of a mess cause i do a concerning percentage of my posts at questionable hours of the night cause. timezone </3]

[jadedvaevic]

I'm about to be 30. I don't recover from sickness as fast as I used to.

It gets. REALLY fucking old, REALLY fucking quick, when your boss is texting you. Every. Day. Of the week. While you're sick.

Day -2 --- My off day. I realize I have a fever. I'm burning and dizzy. I start to medicate and rest appropriately.

Day -1 --- Office is closed that day every week. Sickness hasn't gone away. Still doing what I can from home.

"Feel better, we need you." - Day 1, after I told him I've got a fever and can't be in. I'm dizzy throughout the day and don't even trust walking, let alone driving. I replied "I'll do my best to get better quickly."

"Btw if you'd like to sleep in and come in later that would be good also" - Day 2, the fever is still here, sore throat, no appetite. I replied "Noted. We'll see how it goes."

Day 3. I'm feeling slightly better. I text him. "I will be in today around noon. Gonna get some more rest." He replies "Glad to hear". I get into work, I last. About two hours. Before the dizziness returns, and now nausea. I leave. He texts "feel better thanks for the effort".

Day 4. Still not ok. I don't even bother texting him. By now he should get the situation. He texts me. "???". So I reply "I'm still too dizzy to be up and about. I'll be in as soon as I can hack it, I promise." "Ok."

Day 5. I text him to tell him my throat is still in fact sore and not good for 8 hours of talking. I'll be in after the weekend. He gives a thumbs up.

Here's my problem. I know he means well. I know he sounds nice. He is.

My problem is that I don't like being hovered over. This job is a very mixed job between physical and customer service. One day of that job while sick will burn you out and keep you sick longer.

I've asked that they hire someone to cover for their other employees' off times. They refuse. They say they're overstaffed.

They have 3 people to handle the majority of operations. Including me. One is an autistic, young kid who gets overwhelmed very easily, only works 6 hour shifts and doesn't work middle of the week. One is a guy here only for this year, on a work visa, pulling 12-17 hour shifts depending on the day. The other is me, a woman trying to keep a work-life balance with two jobs, a lot of complications and a lot of insanity in my household.

They. Refuse. To hire one more person. Even though they HAD another person before, who was fired because he was stealing from the company.

What the fuck. This weirdly invasive and uncompromising bullshit. Is pressuring me beyond my limit. And I'm really trying not to quit. I really am.

But after that 4th guy called me drunk at 9 pm and I reported it to my boss only for nothing to come of it? And this shit.

... And a few other horror stories swept just as easily under the rug.

..... I'm really fucking struggling.

[helix-enterprises117]

If you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog! ☀️

I'll give you six.

1 - I'm left-handed.

2 - I broke my left collar-bone when I was 11 once, a clean fracture that, I think, took me a little over a month to recover.

3 - Not that anyone cares or that it's anyone's business, but I indeed am a christian.

4 - While I won't specify where exactly, I live in southeast Iowa. It's acres, cows and gas-stations over here.

5 - I've been all over the country. Arizona, two different islands of Hawaii, California, Texas, Missouri. Not every single state, of course; but I've moved around enough to say that I never really settled down in any of those places. I'm here to stay with Iowa, though.

6 - At the risk of sounding incredibly self-pitying, I never really had friends growing up and even now some people that I'm friendly are just that. I was shy as a kid and, while I'm more out-going now, I've preferred being in my own head, "Lala Land 24/7" as some people say; between that and moving a lot, there wasn't much room to make friends during my childhood. Tumblr has helped me in quite a ways, though, and I'm glad I decided to join this platform and Ao3.

This is the same answer I give everyone, btw!

[fantastic-nonsense]

Hello! I was wondering if you had any recommendations for series/runs which feature Babs as Oracle. I've only been reading since rebirth and while I've read some older series, I've not read any that focus on her. I'd like to check out more of those! Love your blog, btw

I have just remembered that you have a pinned message. looks like Birds of prey 1999 is what I want to be reading! TY <3

Hi! Glad to see you found the pinned post, but I'd be happy to rec some stuff anyway! Besides Birds of Prey, which is the main title she starred in from 1999-2011, if you want stories featuring Babs as Oracle you might want to check out the following:

Suicide Squad (1987) #38, the initial reveal of Barbara as Oracle, and the Out of Control arc (#48-49), a really fascinating Babs-focused story

Oracle: Year One (Batman Chronicles #5): the story of Barbara's recovery and first days as Oracle

Nightwing: The Hunt for Oracle (Nightwing #45-46 and Birds of Prey #20-21), a fun Dick and Babs story

Batgirl Vol. 1 (2000-2006): Cassandra Cain's Batgirl run, where Babs mentors Cass and becomes a mother figure to her. While this series technically doesn't focus on her, it contains some of Barbara's most important character work outside of BOP 1999.

Batgirl Vol. 3 (2009-2011): Stephanie Brown's Batgirl run, where Babs mentors her and becomes a bit of a big sister figure; she also becomes a mentor to the newly disabled Wendy Harris during this run. Again, this doesn't technically center Babs, but she's a major character and gets a dual narration with Steph most of the time.

Batman: The Black Mirror (2011), which stars Dick as Batman and centers the Gordon family

Also fun reading: the No Man's Land saga, the Bruce Wayne: Murderer?/Fugitive event, and JLA (1997-2006), where Oracle frequently pops up to help and/or run Justice League operations

I'd also like to recommend the YA graphic novels The Oracle Code, which is focused on Babs as she recovers and goes through physical therapy, and Shadow of the Batgirl, which is focused on Cass but has Babs in a major role as an independent wheelchair user and one of Cass's mentors.

Hope you enjoy reading!