#i get more reflective an ig that’s normal for everyone

[reverie-starlight]

i turn 20 in one week 🥹

[badbatch-badfics]

Tech x Male Mandalorian Reader; Kar'taylir Darasuum Gar

Characters: Mainly Tech, little snippets of the rest of the Batch.

Relationship: All platonic buddies, except for Tech near the end.

POV: 2nd (you/yours)

Pronouns: He/him

Species: Unmentioned, but you have a normal "human" head (so no horns, lukku, etc.)

Content: Angst to fluff, get really hurt (literally) and then comfort. You're an idiot who can't confess unless their life depends on it.

Warnings: Description of injury and cleaning wounds(ish). Some throwing up blood ig. Cringe lol

Notes: Fem aligned and/or women can interact, but please be respectful. This is a MLM x reader fic. Don't be weird. Thanks. "Kar'taylir darasuum gar" means "love you" in Mando'a- I couldn't find the equivalent for "I." Also- I’m in the progress of making a version for each Batch member 👍

Word count: 5,364

You sat in the co-pilot’s chair, arms crossed and leaning back.  Tech sat in the pilot’s chair, tinkering with some self-made miniature droid.  Everyone else was asleep, Echo in his hammock, Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair each in their respective bunks.  The ship was decently quiet, except for Wrecker’s occasional snoring, which, honest to Kad Ha'rangir, sounded like a Venator class star-destroyer powering up.  Contrasting the man’s tremendous snores, the hyper-drive produced a nice and constant low hum, with beeps sounding out every once in a while.  Tech’s screws and wrenches would clang out, and the sound of sparks would startle you into a more awake state each time it occurred.

Although there was no way he could know, seeing as your helmet was facing directly out the view-port, you were staring from the corner of your eyes.  Hard.  The way he effortlessly moved his fingers across the droid, connecting and severing wires from point A to point B, or how the golden sparks would illuminate his face and reflect off his goggles, casting a beautiful glow that you simply couldn’t get enough of.  Truthfully, you couldn’t have been more grateful for your helmet and culture, knowing full well he would have caught on to your… tendencies, and quick, if you didn’t wear it- bearing all your embarrassing expressions out to the world.

You knew it was bad to be feeling like this.  They were in the middle of war, which was no time for romantic relationships.  And, truthfully, you didn’t even know if Tech, or anyone else, liked you.  For all you knew, they simply had high tolerance for annoyingly secretive men they were assigned to work with.  You had always avoided questions about the culture you grew up with, obviously always avoided taking off your helmet, and hardly took off any of your armor- even when it came time to sleep.  Which must have been unsettling for them, or anyone, really, you were sure.  Someone who was highly skilled in fighting, but never took anything off, always electing to remain in the armor that was most certainly not a comfort to sleep in.  And, clearly, the fact that, out of nowhere, the Republic had hired and assigned you to them.  They had every reason not to trust you- or to, at the least, not like you.

And you had no clue what to do to lessen that mistrust.  Telling them about your culture was out of the question- you couldn’t deal with the…issues revolving when, if at all, anyone would be close enough to take off your helmet.  they might think they were close enough, but you didn’t.  Or, even worse, you might think you were close enough, but they didn’t.  And, Kriff, if they caught on to you hypothetically taking off your helmet more around Tech than the others, they would easily piece together your feelings.

But, hey, maybe you were wrong.  Maybe they found you at least somewhat amusing, somewhat useful, somewhat not a nuisance.  And maybe, just maybe, Tech would even feel the same way.  Doubtful, but since when was love logical?  A beep came through, pulling you out of the deep pits of overthinking and alerting Tech.  He lifted up his head, temporarily setting down the project.  Tracing his fingers over the wheel and control-panel.  “We have almost arrived.  Would you go and wake up everyone?”

You stood up, stretching your arms as far as they could go, audibly groaning.  “Sure thing, boss.”  You first walked to Echo, shaking him gently.  He was an easy sleeper, after everything.  Hunter could sleep well once he was in it, but otherwise, his enhanced senses made it difficult.  Crosshair was easy enough, not incredibly difficult, but you wouldn’t wake him up by simply walking around either.  Wrecker, on the other hand, slept like a rock.  You found out within the first week of your stay that his brothers would simply punch Wrecker in the shoulder, hard, to wake him up.  Hunter had explicitly granted you permission to do the same.

That being said, you wound up your arm before slugging Wrecker square in the shoulder, earning a startled grunt from him.  Once he registered what was happening, he lopsidedly smiled and mumbled a good morning of sorts.  After the four men were awake, you headed back to the cockpit, electing a chair further in the back so they could all sit closer- a common practice.  Hunter gave the mission debrief- same old, same old.  Just beat up a bunch of droids, and nothing special about this mission.  Echo and Hunter had a smaller, but more advanced battalion of droids to defeat within the building, so they needed to go radio-silent.  Crosshair and Wrecker would take a larger battalion, as would you and Tech.  After everyone was 100% certain in their role, everyone split up.

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Kriff, this was not going well.  Blaster fire everywhere, explosions left and right, and the only Batch member you could see was Tech, double-blasting his way through any droid he saw.  You used a batch of whistling birds, each miniature missile hitting its mark.  Not that the few dozen marks did much damage against the entire droid battalion circling you two.  You reached for the pouch on your hip, which carried the multitude of bombs and droid poppers necessary for war.  Much to your dismay, there was only one bomb left.  And for better or worse, it was a giant bomb.  It would be incredibly difficult to evade- for both you and the droids.  It was designed with the intent of being far above the enemy- not 10 feet away from them.  But this was your only chance- if you could pair the main explosion and send out half a dozen droid poppers while the rest of them were distracted- it would be a victory.  And perhaps if you could run fast enough, dive, and get as many droids behind you to take the majority of the impact- perhaps you’d make it out relatively unscathed.

And, not that in a million light years would you ever admit it, the most important part- Tech would be safe if you pulled off this stunt.  You’d be able to get rid of at least one third of the droids with the large bomb alone, and sending out droid poppers in every direction during that opening would eliminate, at minimum, three quarters of the remaining droids.  All in all, Tech would have only a handful of clankers left, he would be safe, and the mission objective would be claimed as a victory.  Might as well.

“Run south!” you shouted over the blaster fire, instructing Tech.  For a split second he thought to question you, but decided against it.  He knows what he’s doing, and there’s no time to object, he concluded.  Tech sent a nod your way before running, still blasting his way through what was close.  As soon as he was out of range, you pulled the bomb from the waist pouch.  Maker, did you hope this will work.  You stared at the bomb, hoping you would be shown mercy, as if the bomb was a sentient being capable of choosing who to blast and who to not.  With a remorseful sigh, already having spent too long wondering and not doing, you reared your arm back and threw the ball as far as physically capable.

As soon as the sphere of mass destruction left your hand, you bolted- sending out droid poppers in different directions every few seconds, hoping to any god or higher being that they would take the majority of the impact, and not you.

Unfortunately, any and all higher beings seemed to be tastefully against you today.  You felt the heat and force before you heard it.  A stinging sensation sprung throughout your entire body, sending you crashing forward, groaning.  Apparently, you were not far away enough, and there were not enough droids to take the majority of the impact.  Kriff.  There was an excruciating ringing in your ears, or head-?  You weren’t sure, but it was loud and annoying as hell.  The last droid popper rolled from your palm, effectively killing off the half-dozen clankers headed over.

Although it was primarily obscured by the horrendous ringing in your ears, you could pick up faint sounds of blaster fire and metallic bodies hitting the ground.  You shakily got on your hands and knees, one arm clenched tightly over the stomach region, and lifted your head, groaning.  Although it was incredibly difficult to make out in this delirious state, you saw Tech running towards you.  He’s safe, was all you could think.  The mission was a success and he was safe, what else could someone ask for?  With that, there was no longer any reason to stay awake.

You promptly collapsed onto the cold ground, rolling over, hand still clutched.  You were coughing up blood, which just fell back down to your helmet and mouth, casing your cheeks and lips.  “Y/N!” Tech yelled, attempting to keep you awake and responsive- not his most successful attempts. You felt him lift your body upwards, examining the damage.  A shattered off droid piece had pierced through your abdomen, front to back.  Blood coated your armor, turning it from (color) to a dark ugly mess of browns and reds.  His eyes trailed over you, ever worried.  He and his brothers had never faced such an extreme injury, except for Wrecker’s large scar on his head.

“I need to take off your helmet.  I can hear you coughing up blood,” Tech informed.  You attempted to push him off, delirious of the extremity of the situation.  You were not ready to cross that bridge yet.  Tech felt bad, he did.  Even though he couldn’t possibly understand why a culture would not allow someone to simply remove a helmet, he would respect it, and he would respect you.  But in a situation like this, it truly didn’t matter.  If your helmet didn’t come off, you'd drown in your own blood before dying of the shrapnel was even a possibility.

“That was not a request, it was me informing you of what I’m going to do.”  You wanted to give him a smart-ass response, truly, but you couldn’t speak coherently, let alone think of one.  Accepting defeat in this minor battle, your head lolled back into his palm, coughing once again.  He placed his hand under your chin, just on the edge of the helmet, and carefully lifted.  The helmet hissed as he pulled it off, and your eyes squinted harshly at the bright light, now surrounding you from all sides, not just the visor.  This was not how you wanted him to see your face.

Tech grimaced.  Clear from the blood and sweat caking your mouth and cheeks, you had already coughed up a large amount of blood, and he highly doubted it’d be stopping anytime soon.  “Okay…I’m going to move you to that rock over there- you need to be more vertical than horizontal if I am to treat your injuries.”  A mumble was the only response he got.  Tech put his hand on your back, roping underneath your arm.  Using his other arm to support your lower back, he lifted, and despite all his effort in being gentle, it didn’t do much.  Even though the rock in question was only, at most, twenty feet away, it seemed like an impossible task.

With each step, despite Tech supporting the majority of your weight, it felt like another piece of droid shrapnel shooting though you.  Everything became more fuzzy by the second, dizziness overcoming you.  “We are almost there,” he said, observant of your worsening state.  After what felt like an eternity, you had arrived at the large rock.  He turned you around and gently placed you on the rock, blood coating his armor.

Reaching to his waist pockets, Tech pulled out a pair of tweezers, a large roll of bandages, and bacta-spray.  “I will cut space around your chest plate and clothing.  Do not move.”  You groaned, looking up at the sun.  Perhaps you shouldn’t have done the “throw a bomb and hope you outrun it to save someone else’s skin” plan.  Now you’d need a new chest plate and under-armor clothing.  Fantastic.  Tech pulled out a new set of tools, all to cut the chest plate.  Luckily, the hole was jagged and cracked, so finding a good place to further the diameter would not be incredibly difficult.

Tech carefully pulled out bits of the chest plate, making the hole larger by the second.  Unfortunately, him cutting that close, despite his best efforts, still applied far more pressure than you would like on your wound.  It was not a pleasant experience, to say the least.

“I am finished cutting around the front of your chest plate,” he said, breaking the tense silence.

“Okay…” you breathed out, voice shaky and dry.  He looked at you with pity before quickly tearing through the cloth, all too close to the droid bit.  He noticed your extreme uncomfort, face scrunched up, trying not to cry.  He felt pity towards you, but there was no time for any of that.  If he wasn’t quick and adequate, you could very well die.  Tech’s point was emphasized by another fit of blood coming up, some blood dripping on his armor as your head came forward.

He grimaced, using his thumb in a feeble attempt to wipe off the new blood.  “Can you lean forward while I cut open your back?” he asked, unsure whether or not it would be required to fully turn you around.  “Mhm…I think I can manage,” you mumbled, barely above a whisper and hardly intelligible.  You rocked forward, arms outstretched to hold up your weight.  Tech carefully moved behind you before repeating the process.

Eventually, Tech deemed the cloth and armor to be far away enough from the droid.  He would pull out the droid, then fully take off your armor and clothing, apply bacta-spray, and wrap you up.  Once you were on the ship, he could dig out any excess sharpanel.  Then everything would be fine.  He concluded that the best way to get it out was to not let you know.  He deduced that you were, more than likely, not thinking rationally- and even if you were injured, you were still heavily trained, and he didn’t want to risk you trying to push him off if there was a warning for what was to come.  To be fair, doing it suddenly would surprise you, which wouldn’t be much better, but your reaction time was certainly delayed, so it was still the best option.

“Lean back.”  You obliged, hitting the back of the rock and letting your head fall backwards.  While you were still looking upwards, he gripped the droid piece with both hands.  Pulling hard was most certainly not the best option, but he had already spent too much time clearing the space, and there was no equipment for performing the removal in a safe manner.  You would have to deal with it.

Tech pulled on the droid, and he pulled hard.  Your eyes went wide, and you lurched forward, hands grasping at the wound.  Short, ragged breaths filled the sound of the field, paired with the metallic clattering of the droid being tossed aside.  Tech cupped your face in his hands, looking into your eyes.  If you weren’t in so much agony, you would’ve been a flustered, blubbering mess.  “Hold still and do exactly as I tell you.  I need to dig out the smaller shrapnel, but the bleeding must stop soon.  There can be no distractions.”

At this point, you could hardly respond, choking on any words you attempted to form.  Now that the droid was removed, Tech could slip your chest plate off.  “Put your arms up and do not take them down until both your chest plate and clothing have been removed.”  Vision blurry and shaky, you lifted your arms despite them feeling like a hundred pounds each.  Quickly, Tech pulled up on your chest plate, immediately discarding it among the other debris in the field.  Following immediately after, he lifted up your shirt, slightly more conscious of the injury since the cloth was brushing directly against it.

As soon as he finished discarding your shirt, your hands fell limp once again, and you collapsed onto the rock.  Tech quickly doused the affected area with bacta-spray, not particularly caring if it got it more space than needed.  He needed to be quick, and there would be more time later to fix everything.  He positioned himself behind you, legs wrapped around to give you support as he cleaned the back, making sure to wipe off any large chunks of dirt or pieces of rock.  After your back and front were successfully doused in bacta, he re-positioned himself and you.

He moved about two feet away from the rock, legs straddling your waist.  He had turned you around, eyes meeting each other once more.  Your arms were gripping his shoulders, shaking with every breath.  Tech carefully reached around and grabbed the bandages, unfurling them.  He started at your waistline, moving upwards with each layer of binding.  He would carefully glance over your shoulder and angle himself to see your back to ensure it was all going smoothly- or, at least, as smooth as something like this could go.  The bandages had finally reached above your wound, before reaching over your shoulder for extra support and coming back down for a double layer.  Despite the wrappings having been on for less than ten minutes, the blood was already tainting the once white fabric.

“I am finished,” Tech spoke, finishing off the last layer and grabbing your waist to pull you closer.  He carefully grabbed his comm to relay his position and the situation to the rest of the Batch.  He knew it would have been useless to comm beforehand, as Hunter and Echo were radio-silent while Wrecker and Crosshair were dealing with a smaller squadron of droids.  But now that you were safe- or as safe as possible considering everything- and the rest of the Batch had their objectives completed, he could call them.

“Hunter, I need a pickup at the valley in between the two ridges where the droid squadron was.  Immediately- (Y/N) has been injured.  I have applied bacta and bandages, but it is not adequate.  We must get to proper medical care as quickly as possible.”

“Got it, Tech.  We’re on our way, just hang on,” Hunter replied, voice glitchy and faded out through the comm.  Tech pulled you closer, your head resting on his shoulder.  He placed his hands on your infraspinatus, rubbing small circles in them repeatedly.  The telltale humming of the Marauder approached, blocking out the sun and casting a shadow over the field.  The ship turned to its side before touching down about ten feet away, ramp opening.  Wrecker ran out, panic clearly written on his face.  He slowed down as he approached you, face falling more by the second.

“Wrecker, be careful around his abdomen, that is where the implication occurred.  Do not run or jostle (Y/N) too much, he can not sustain any more injuries than what he already has.”  Wrecker nodded in understanding before gently picking you up, hands under your thighs.  He placed your head in the crook of his neck, out of respect for you never taking off the helmet and hiding your face.  Your arms were draped over his back, bouncing with each step he took, despite the effort to be more gentle.

With a tired groan, you lifted your head up, eyes peering over Wreckers shoulder to be met with Tech’s.  He had stood up and taken off his helmet, the light gray armor tainted and stained with your blood.  You felt the incline of the ramp as Wrecker entered the Marauder, and the sounds of scattered feet and clattering could be heard.  Shortly after Wrecker had entered the ship, Tech followed suit, your helmet and chest plate in hand.  “Tech, what’s the deal with (Y/N)?  What do we need to do?”

“(Y/N) threw a bomb which effectively killed off the majority of the droid army, but was hit with debris in his escape.  He was regurgitating blood and had a large piece of a droid lodged in his abdomen.  I…have cleaned the wound, albeit quickly and not as efficiently as I would have hoped.  Clearly, I have bandaged him and removed the primary source of implication, but did not have time to adequately search through for smaller pieces of shrapnel.  We should not remove his bandages until we are on Kamino.  Someone should be watching him for the duration of the trip until we arrive, and we should attempt to minimize his sleeping until he has proper medical care.”

As Tech explained the situation, Wrecker re-positioned you into a more “bridal style” carrying, before gently setting you down on his bed and slipping his arms out from underneath you, all while avoiding your face.  Your head was propped up on Lula, and Wrecker draped a blanket over your body, the edge draping off the bunk.  He stood still for a second, glancing around nervously.  Tech came up behind him, placing a hand on Wrecker’s shoulder.  “Go in the cock-pit and help with the course.  I will stay here to ensure everything is alright.  There is no need to worry.  If I do require aid, I will request it.”  Wrecker glanced past his shoulder at his brother, sending a short smile of thanks before hurrying off to the cock-pit.  Tech carefully sat down on the edge of Wrecker’s bed, just beside your feet.  The bed made a small creaking noise and dipped ever so slightly.  Tech sighed, back slouching.  He glanced once more at your form, eyebrows furrowed.  You two would be having quite the serious conversation later.

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Hunter walked up to the bunk, staring before finally saying something.  “Tech- we’re coming into Kamino.  Take the wheel and comm in (Y/N)’s situation.  I’ll get him prepped and Wrecker will carry him till the medical team shows up.”  Tech nodded in agreement and stood up, walking to the cock-pit.  Hunter glanced down at you, avoiding your face.  He had a few of his spare bandannas in hand, ready to wrap up the majority of your face out of respect.  It wouldn’t be perfect by any means, but any face covering would be better than nothing for you, he reasoned.  Trying his best not to look, Hunter lifted up your head and placed four bandannas on it- two on your forehead, and just one each for your nose bridge and chin.  As soon as your face was covered, he re-angled himself to tie the knot behind your head.

After your face was covered as well as anyone would do while still minimizing the risk of further complications, he carefully pulled the blanket away and lifted you up, cautious of the injury.  He stayed with you until Wrecker and Tech came, the ship having landed.  “There should be medical personnel on their way.  I requested that a droid be the one to attend to (Y/N)’s injuries, but whether or not they listened is… uncertain,” Tech said, glancing over at you, worry evident by the slight crease in his eyes and furrow of his eyebrows.  Hunter was slightly surprised at his brother’s concern for your culture.  There was no reason to explicitly request for a droid, but he did so nonetheless.  Usually, Tech would not have cared for such things- so long as the objective was completed and no-one was severely harmed, what did it matter if some cultural lines were crossed?

Hunter’s thoughts were interrupted by Wrecker picking you up bridal style once again, head draped back and arms dangling.  His loud stomps echoed through the metal corridor, and it was all Tech could focus on.  Which had never happened before- just focusing on one thing and one thing alone.  But here he was, watching Wrecker exit the Marauder, you in hand- unclear if you would survive, and the only thing he was aware of was the echoing of Wrecker’s footsteps, you disappearing along with them.

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Tech waited anxiously outside the med-bay door, leg bouncing up and down.  The halls were quiet and deserted, only a lone wandering Kaminaon or clone every dozen or so minutes.  Tech didn’t know if he preferred the silence or the possibility of crowded and loud halls, people shoving past each other non-stop.  He was fairly sure they were both equally terrible options.  Hunter had stayed with him a while, but he needed to get back to the rest of the squad- Tech didn’t blame him.  He held your helmet in his hands, looking over every detail- every mark, burn, dent, scratch, paint chip, design and patterns and colors- everything.  Although, logically, he knew it was very likely that either you or one of his brothers, or himself, would die in this line of work, knowing about it didn’t quite reach the same levels as nearly experiencing it.

The doors slid open, AZ emerging.  Tech immediately sat straight up, more alert than ever.  Before he could even begin asking questions, AZ began speaking.  “(Y/N) (L/N) will fully recover within about 8 rotations.  He is no longer bleeding and all sharnale has been removed and the wound has been treated.  He is to remain on bed-rest until I give the say so.”  Tech didn’t even bother to respond, all he could do was practically jump into the room and land beside your bed.  You looked up at him, trying your best to smile- he was not amused.  In fact, Tech was at a loss for words.  Tech was never at a loss for words.

Actually, scratch all of that.  Tech had an abundance of words for you.  That much was obvious by the way his face went from “soft and glad you were okay” to his signature “are you kriffing kidding me?” look with an extra splash of anger.  Your smile immediately fell.

“What were you thinking- I mean, you decided to throw a bomb which you had no chance of outrunning and for what?  That was the most illogical and poorly thought out plan I have ever seen, and I have seen some very stupid things.”  It was clear he had more to say, but he figured he’d save it for another time.  Tech glared at you for a second longer before pulling up a chair beside the bed.

He let out a long sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.  “You…are intelligent enough to have realized the risks.  Just explain why you took such… idiotic ones.”

Silence.  “I…I figured that if… you could get out of range, that would be enough.  I would throw the bomb and get far away enough to survive, taking out any more droids in the escape.  Then, you’d be… fine.  I mean, the odds weren’t exactly in our favor, Tech- we were losing that battle- hard.  We’d probably both be dead if I hadn’t done what I did.”  Tech glanced down, thinking over your words.  As much as he hated to admit it- you were right.  There may have been another way he would’ve come up with to save your hides, but at the moment- your actions did save them.

“I… am sorry I saw your face.  Although I do not understand why a culture would prohibit someone from showing their face- I respect you, and so I do apologize.  If it is any consolation, I requested droids only for the medical staff, and Hunter had wrapped up your face as much as he could.  Nobody really saw your face- just small fragments of it- except for me, obviously.”

You were silent, bandaged and calloused hands wringing around each other.  “It’s… it’s alright.  In my Clan, you are allowed to take off your helmet with… certain people.  Those you consider… close.  You can take off the helmet around those types of people.”  You glanced up, eyes just barely meeting.  He gulped nervously.  No-one outside of his brothers had ever considered him close- and if his hypothesis was right- this type of “close” you were describing was most certainly new- not the type of bond one shares with his brothers.

“Are you… implying that you have a romantic interest in me, (Y/N)?” Tech asked cautiously, as though each word represented him taking another step closer to the edge of a thousand-foot drop.

“Is that alright?” you asked tentatively, turning to properly face him, eyebrows slightly furrowed.

“Well… it is not standard military protocol to… intermingle.”  Your gaze fell downwards, grimacing.  So much for a confession.

Then he continued.  “But we have never been ones to follow protocol.”  Your mouth went slightly agape, and you looked back up at him.  Your eyes met each other, and he smiled.  He didn’t smile often.  Tech reached out hesitantly and grabbed your hand, rubbing circles in it.  You placed your free hand on his, like a weird romantic sandwich, and let your head fall back, closing your eyes in satisfaction.

“Y’know- if I knew all it would take to confess and know you reciprocated was to have a near-death experience, I would've done it way before.”

Tech jumped back slightly- “‘All it would take?’” he asked, mocking you.  His eyes were wide in disbelief at your disregard for such an event.  His face was absolutely golden, and you started laughing- evidently, far too much since within a few seconds you were clutching your side in pain.  Tech now wore a mixture of his “I told you so” and “that was not amusing” faces, judging you heavily.

"Regardless, AZ informed me that you would need an 8-day bed rest.  And as you do not contain your own proper sleeping area, you may share with me.  This way I can closely monitor you at the same time.  It will be greatly beneficial.”

You cocked your eyebrow, looking directly at him.  “If you wanted to cuddle, you could’ve just said so.”

“If you are to keep up this behavior in my sleeping quarters, I will not hesitate to kick you out- both figuratively and literally.  Perhaps I’ll just make your “visiting time” as terrible as possible.  I am not above such actions.”  You scoffed at him, rolling your eyes in a playful manner.

“Here- I made certain that I had kept your helmet.  The chest plate was practically unsalvageable, but it is currently on the Marauder.  Although you are… comfortable without it around me, it seems, I assumed you would want it for the walk back.  Am I correct?”

“You're always correct, and you know that.  Thank you, Tech.”  You carefully slid the detailed helmet on your head, somewhat sad.  Although it was clear that you would need to wear it in the halls and in front of his brothers, you still felt sad you two couldn’t enjoy more time, faces and secrets and emotions and everything exposed for the better.  You let the brief moment of sadness wash over- it was better to be grateful.  I mean, Tech reciprocated!  You couldn’t have asked for anything better.

“Let me assist you in getting up- you are most certainly not fit to walk by yourself,” he said.  You obliged, his arms coming up underneath your armpits and hauling you off the bed.  You quickly found your grounding, and swung an arm around Tech’s shoulders.  You two trudged down the long and barren halls of Kamino until reaching your designated barracks, pausing slightly at the door.

You don’t think you’ve ever felt such joy.  You looked at Tech, dark visor meeting his yellow-orange tinted goggles.  “Kar'taylir darasuum gar.”  Tech knew what it meant.  He didn’t need his fancy language visor to tell him what you said.  You loved him and he loved you.  And that’s all that really mattered.  He smiled at you once more before the door opened, Wrecker immediately shouting in joy that you were safe and sound.  Everything would be alright from here on out, war be damned.

[gigidragonbbxxx]

working with limits, a story

disclaimer: we are limitless. anything can be achieved with the power of the mind. this is to help people who overthink.

if a limit of yours shows up somewhere along the journey of manifesting a certain goal:

acknowledge it. do not repress. use it to pivot into your new story.

eg. I used think ____, but I know that's not true anymore. I am now ____.

my own story

my desired body is typically obtained in the gym with years of hard work and a dedicated focus on nutrition. I'm currently in grad school so I don't have time to workout like an IG influencer but I want to look like one.

Ordinary people would WEEP and stay in the same story of "its not obtainable!" while master manifesters smirk and say "LOL, ITS MY BODY NOWWWW"

I know that waking up with your perfect body is 100% POSSIBLE. Overnight subs/aff tapes + living in the end state + saturation to the max = fast asf results

so why wasn't I achieving it?

why was I manifesting money, attention, material things, etc. but for some reason my body was not changing?

I was meditating and doing some inner work when I realized that I had a serious weird rooted limited belief that

I had bad genetics and every woman in my family (both sides) have never achieved a flat tummy or a super toned body. So I was unconsciously always affirming that I could "never" look like that.

I thought great bodies could ONLY be achieved with hard work - which we know is soooooo untrue!

Instead of forcing myself to do a method I realized - I could work with my limit.

I was never truly "athletic" but I did run cross country/track in high school for 3 years. I fell off once I went to college and mostly did weird sporadic workouts but was never consistent.

Now that I've discovered the law and am freed from my old way of thinking, I said - okay let me play a little psychology game with myself, a little placebo.

my new placebo has been:

No matter what workout I do, the moment I step into the gym, I am losing my belly fat and getting super fast results every day.

Why do you do this Gigi instead of just sitting at home and affirming for your body?

Because I realized it would be easier for me to stay saturated/in the wish fulfilled/end state of having my perfect body just by physically forcing myself to be in a gym.

Let me clarify: I mostly walk on the treadmill, lift very very light weights, minimal sets, etc.

aka: most people would say I'm not doing enough.

But I'm a master manifester so I know that just deciding is enough.

I realized it was easier to visualize people saying "Wow she changed her body, it's because she goes to the gym now! She must've done a lot of work cause she got those results fast!" instead of "Wow she changed her body, idk how!"

Ever since I started going consistently and doing very bare minimum workouts - my body has changed way more drastically than normal limits allow.

I basically look like I've been working out for 6 months versus just the 2 I've actually been going.

My personal goal was fast results but gradual. If you want instant, please be my guest I am not limiting, I'm just sharing what worked for me.

I robotically affirm that lil placebo and it's changed my entire approach to manifesting.

I will see if I can post pictures of myself that will ensure privacy. Until then, just my words and encouragement.

Let me finish this lil post by saying: you do not need to do what I do. You can go ahead and do everything instantly. Everyone is different. I'm just sharing what worked for me, what helped me ease into being firm with what I wanted the 3D to reflect to me.

xx, gigi

[mrchalamet-mrstyles]

It seems evident that the current situation reflects the state of his career. Despite his movies success and his status as a highly discussed topic, it's arguably for the wrong reasons now. Initially, he was a dedicated, career-driven actor, focused on his work, rarely discussing his private life let alone romance. It wasn't about hiding anything, he just wanted the medias focus on his work, not his personal life. This was arguably a much more successful time in his career.

Now, his behavior appears desperate for attention, could it be since his films and persona are no longer the center of attention like they once were? It seems like he's trying too hard to stay relevant. After all, the only reason he's been talked about lately is because of Kylie. Showing up at the Golden Globes with her, being all over each other, and addressing petty online drama is a big change for him. This isn't just a decline in fame or popularity, but a significant shift from being a serious, respected actor to something far less esteemed. You cant deny that he’s not at the level he once used to be.

I am interested in your point of view.

I'm not bothered, tbh. Nothing in the media that I've seen said about him about that night has been bad, his ig followers are steadily rising. Are you as concerned for Selena and Taylor's reputation since all that's being said about them since then is painting them as gossipy mean girls?

He isn't 22, snogging Lily on the street corner. He's more famous now so of course everyone and their mother wants to talk about every breath he takes. He's older now, seems to be in a serious, longterm relationship and we should all just let him live his life. Maturity has made him more secure in his career, in his life, so perhaps his attitude towards how he handles his personal life has changed. I remember my early 20s- partying and messing around without a care in the world- compared to my late 20s- married and expecting. It's normal to change and learn and grow as we get older. The problem is too many fans keep projecting their expectations onto him, as if they know better for him than he does. And how sad that he isn't allowed to change his mind or shift his perspective by fans as he ages.

Tldr: I think he's going to be just fine. Being discussed because he was kissing his gf on TV is the least he could be doing. Be grateful because I don't know if you've looked around lately, but a lot of HW dudes aren't boy scouts.

[coconox]

my whb progress

as of nov. 11, 2023

i feel like i should've done this when i finished chapter 4 like weeks ago but better late than never ig

general info

lvl: 31

status: f2p

when i started: launch (10/03 my timezone)

ver: erolabs

team setup

post-halloween event my team consists of 5 light chars, 1 some other element (usually either leraye, belial, or paimon)

before that though i did use marbas before minhyeok, though sadly i'll probably rarely use marbas or any of the healers in the future since the artifacts when they work properly heal faster :')

here's my team in action!

here's everyone with their lvls and artifacts!

skill lvls: (normal attack-ultimate-passive)

mammon (cake): 4-4-4

mammon (selfie): 1-3-1

satan (selfie): 1-4-1

beelzebub (selfie): 1-3-1

leraye: 1-3

minhyeok: 1-3

secret club

i mainly focus on mammon, so i'll just be showing those here. i'm 1 story away from completing mammon (cake)'s and 2 stories away from completing mammon (selfie)'s!

materials

i do the absolute bare minimum for dailies and weeklies nowadays. since most of my chars are higher than lvl20 i've just been focusing on unholy board for most of the time i've been playing. as much as i wanna focus on skills i'm kinda held back by the game's very limited access to pies (you can only get them in shop + it's the rng boxes most of the time). hopefully there'll be more options to get pies that aren't purely dependent on rng in the future 😔🙏

i also wish candies weren't rng either, or there is rng but also an option to exchange one type of candy for another. as shown above i have absolutely way too many candies for the other kings and almost none for mammon :'))) the grind truly never ends

overall thoughts / reflection

this section is just something for me to look back on when i do a progress post again in the future. i'll break this down into sections so i can stay consistent with laying out all my thoughts. also this won't be spoiler-free

STORY

i find it somewhat interesting? i can't really put in a bunch of input since we've only explored one of the many areas of hell. i set my game to have a male mc, and there's still a lot of issues with making pronouns consistent :'). i do have a few cgs missing despite completing all the chapters that are out currently but those missing ones might be for future chapters so idk (kinda bothers me a bit to see missing cgs despite completing everything). unholy board stories are also ok? it's pretty tedious to get through so many objectives for only a little bit of story and also all the h-scenes and devil's tango bits in unholy board stories are written like they were made for wattpad lol

GAMEPLAY

tl;dr very tedious lol

addressing the elephant in the room, i'm aware there's still a lot of bugs. i won't be going too in-depth about them since they're only temporary and didn't make that much of a significance towards my overall gameplay so far (aside from the leather gloves not working, but that got fixed in the halloween patch).

i'm glad we have autoclear in resource stages but i wish we had autoclear in story stages as well (and in the future event stages too). it would also be nice if there was an autoplay feature, though that's more of a personal preference since a lot of games i play have that option and i don't get bored from doing everything manually.

the 6-7 stages in chapter 4 seemed a bit unnecessary? the story itself is rather short so i guess i can understand why they would wanna pan out as much playtime as possible, but at a certain point it does get really boring and demotivating to progress. it also sets a certain precedent for future chapters, if the battles in between each small bit of story keep slowly increasing how many stages will chapter 10 have? chapter 20? i honestly would've preferred 3 battles in between each story, or if you're gonna have 5 battles in between each story, have some of the story in those battles. aside from the tutorial, an example would be in chapter 3 right as the angels attacked the hospital and mammon took mc out with him to fight (3-73). those battles could've 1. gave a tutorial on how to use mammon and 2. talk about how strong he is like in the story right after those battles (3-79).

on a different note, i wish the "meta" wasn't so skewed towards all the l cards. as i progressed through the story i would look up guides on bilibili, only to find that most if not all the guides are heavily dependent on l cards (and levi which is the only king i don't have 💀💀), only non-l card would usually be leraye 💀. it also feels a bit unbalanced considering light and dark are usually the recommended element for every battle and can go against literally every element including their own. i wish there would be more opportunities for other elements and characters to shine and hold up well so that even if you don't have certain l cards, you can progress through the game just as well as those with the certain l cards

RESOURCES

i briefly mentioned this while going through the materials i currently have but i wish a lot of them weren't so rng heavy. it really adds to making the game tedious especially when you have to level multiple devils of the same element. having a resource stage for candies and pies would be great. it would also be great to not make everything so expensive ㅠㅠ 116 gems for one (1) candy?? a multi of red keys costing almost 2k gems?? atp i just focus on leveling up rather than getting pulls

GACHA

after the whole 'minhyeok needing yellow keys' situation i've just been hoarding keys and using gems on stuff like ap since i have nothing else to really use them for aside from pies. the gacha rates seem really,,,, sad, and the fact that the bloodshed cards banner is p2w only sucks, which kind of makes me worry for future cards being released. i got pretty lucky with getting both mammon's signature artifacts, as it's one of the requirements to progress through unholy board, but other than that i never really had the best of luck with any of my pulls. i got minhyeok at hard pity, and it took idek how long to get leraye, my conclusion is just that my luck sucks in this game lol

[ay-chuu]

Bsd prom number 4 for dazai

Fem reader

we knitting for him

Prompt 4: "Are you knitting something for me?"

Warning: Kind of readers past ig?

Pairing: Dazai x fem!reader

Life is like knitting patterns. It reflects people's troubles, but none of them is the same as another. Even if the topic is the same as the others.

You were always an unknown sweet enigma in his eyes. When you first came to the company, Kunikida warned Dazai that you were a very quiet person. Of course, Dazai didn't wear it, and he tried all kinds of methods to make you laugh. And you, after gliding him to a quiet look, would just continue to do your job. You liked to knit. That's all Dazai found out about you that day, because all you did was knit and fill out a report.

Dazai, for some reason, likened this version of you to himself.

Perhaps it was because it was a very beautiful pattern that summed up the discussion of the personality of the person reflected by the personality of his inner voice.

Knitting your love takes effort.

Your first moment of intimacy was when Dazai tried to commit suicide. Of course, when he gets hurt, he calls everyone in the company. "Oh how wonderful for you!" To get these answers. Ironic.

But you answered. Of course, Dazai thought you wouldn't come because you hung up on him without saying anything. Until you stepped inside his bathroom.

At first, there was just a funny look between the two of you. Then you quietly asked him, "How did you manage to tie yourself to the edge of the bathtub?" you asked. He just shrugged with a smile.

After you got him out of the bathtub, you took him to his bedroom and waited for to change his clothes. Dazai wondered how you got into his house when he was changing his clothes. Were you good at door locks like him?

Oh, that's a good topic to start a conversation.

When he came out of his room and saw you knitting again in his living room, that was the first question he asked.

"How did you open the door?"

"I don't know. How long did you have to wait there to die of hypothermia?"

"15 Minutes in sufficient cold."

And then you looked at him. It was a quiet look.

"You didn't even bring it to coldness enough, did you?" And the answer surprised even Dazai himself. “Yes." When silence fell between the two of you again, Dazai sat down next to you. And you quietly took a wire buckle out of your bag and put it on his lap.

"Large wire clasps are a beautiful tool for rescuing people who are prisoners of organ mafias in underground hospitals. If you know your tactics, of course."

Dazai was sure that there was information that he would be shocked if you told him at a normal time, but in that atmosphere the atmosphere that you created he just wanted to be moderate and quiet and join you. “Yes. If the door locks are encrypted, the password will help to disassemble the device. Also in simple multilevel locks."

"Why do you want to commit suicide?"you said, stopping knitting and looking away from his eyes. You were upset. "I don't know, how do you want to live?" Dazai said, gently placing his hand on top of your hand.

You put your hand in his and turned your head to look into his eyes. "Living is… beautiful under the necessary conditions." and with a smile added. "It's nice with the right loops."

And Dazai sensed the bond that would form between the two of you while you were giggling.

Because no love is like another model of love while knitting.

The most beautiful thing to knit is to, knit for a person who is worth knitting. Becuase we always knit our feelings. Bad or good,for love or hate.

About 6 months after the two of you started hanging out more after that day, Dazai asked you out on a date. Although it's a strange phrase for a "Confession" -like 'When I'm with you, I want to live.'- it was the sweetest moment between the two of you.

Although Dazai is known for his behavior towards women, since you have understood his nature when he loves people, he has behaved differently than anyone else, let alone show you one of these behaviors.

Dazai was in love with a lot of things about you. Your mind, your feelings, those skillful hands that knits your love… and the list was getting longer.

You told him you always thought knitting was like therapy. "I weave my life, stress, sadness and love with threads." you said so.

Since you've really been thinking a lot about the new thing you're going to knit in these days. You were constantly messing with your head, as if it were a vital matter." Of course Dazai just said to you, "Let your feelings knit, my love!" even if he says -which is usually enough motivation for you to start knitting something new.- you were just thinking more. And it made Dazai curious.

And finally, you started knitting today. You were looking at a big model in front of you. When Dazai was looking at the knitted model in the book, he realized that it was a bandage. Wait- bandage?

"Are you knitting something for me?" he asked you curiously.

Looking at him with a sweet smile and a flushed cheek,you shook your head. "I'm knitting our love, my dear, your neck is very cold in winter. You'll feel better when you wrap this bandage." you said, smiling as you continued knitting.

When Dazai was standing, he felt his knees tremble and his heart quicken. "You were knitting your love". You were accepting his love. You cared about his love. Ah, Dazai is happy! Seriously!

That's why he just smiled as he quickly sat down next to you and smothered you in kisses. "Thanks, my love… I will keep this gift for the rest of my life…"

And you knew he would. Dazai didn't lie about deals. Oh, in fact, Dazai would never lie to you.

That's why when he pulled you into his lap and leaned against him, you raised your head and kissed him. While you were both enjoying the kiss, your love was knitting a new loop.

Dazai was the most worthy person to knit for your love.

[doomzday-zone]

sighsss see like......... idk. i hink its more of a moral thing than like, having actual evidence for it. and also i think its people also giving William a lot of the benefit of the doubt, considering we dont actually see what evens death does to william thru his eyes, personally. hut still smth abt this conclusion just doesnt !!!! sit right with me !!

first even if we dont see it from williams eyes i do still think his actions can be very telling as well..? and i just cant recall any precedent being set about..... williams remorse....or guilt orrr grief or whatever? like i just don't think thats a part of him we see in the games. so when people put that onto him it just feels like.... like WHERE did this come from 🤨 ?

whereas we HAVE seen. williams egotism..... and even disregarding the stuff we get that more evidently reflects this even just looking at his actions earlier in the series yknow???? yknow????? and i think its just, more likely of a thing to...... put in that. like slot ig if that makes sense . like it makes marginally more sense to attribute his child resurrections to the ego r whatever of it than anything else.

but also its just likeeee !!! like we'll probably never really get a clear cut THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT WILLIAM AFTON THOUGHT AND FELT ABOUT THIS EVENT: (and this is excluding the books since i havent read the big novels so i cant say anything particular about his characterization there) yknow what i kean though???? well jever REALLY KNOW the kind of impact evans death had on william to the T. i can just say for certain its just really off to me......

AND. NOT TO MAKE THIS ABOUT MOVIE AFTON but i think this also proves my thoughts abt him???? like literally all of them?????? wr never ONCE see him like wracked by guilt and while we dont get an EXACT motivation for killing ppl i like .

like people r so obsessed with figuring out EXACTLY whats wrong with him and EXACTLY this and that that i think people miss the point. Severely. much like in real life its not as simple as, 'well this thing happened to them so this is why their evil!' people are EXTREMELY. EXTREMELY NUANCED AND COMPLICATED. and again WELL MIST LIKELY NEVER GET AN EXACT REASON WHY HES LIKE THIS. AND I DONT THINK WE NEED TO AND tbh i think itd probably make him less realistic and compelling.

William Afton is a serial killer, hes a serial killer who murders children. he does not need a deep psychoanalysis n whatever shit, again like REAL LIFE SERIAL KILLERS theres no looking at everything and pining smth down for sure you cant. you cant truly comprehend someone like that, theres a million possible reasons why william could be like this, and while no. i dont think he was just capital e Evil brok the day he was born the fact of the matter is we dont have enough info about him BEFORE all of this to be sure.

i think the most likely scenario is that it was a slow incline, its possible he killed small animals before this perhaps in his youth, maybe he accidentally killed someone and it pushed him even further down this path. obviously he didnt just Become this one day, it was most likely a long time coming. again: Normal Well Adjusted Individuals Dont Just Start Serial Murdering Children <3333

and like....... yea...... just. yea....... i dont think its a totally unreasonable conclusion to make. i just dont think its really correct or the Most reasonable all considering.

i just think like, obv we didnt get a true backstory for william afton, there are bits of him we just will not understand and arent relevant to the story at hand, there IS a reason why we dont see further back for him. and ik this might be hard to grasp in a fandom where 95% of everyone tries to piece everything together PERFECTLY to find the FULL TRUE 100% SOLVED answer. but thats just? not the point of fnaf, like in general? i mean if it was we would have a more conclusive timeline wouldnt we? and i just think this is also encapsulated in william afton himself.

my onion 🧅

[spidey-bie]

spidersona infodump!!!!!

name: ??? alias: peacock spider

age: ???

gen lore: -was bit by radioactive peacock spider -spider expermented on by alchemex; girlie was working for them at the time; someone didnt follow lab procedure; spider got out and bit him -left alchemex for another science place -a plot is ending alchemex as a corp + getting rid of the corrupt higher ups -before getting bit didnt rlly know abt the corruption + bad things going on at alchemex -after being bit, starts investigating the corp and finds out bunch of evil shit -b plot is activism and socia justice -joins protests as both spidey and civilian self -as spidey helps deal w larger problems w/ their society like taking out corrupt ppl and politicians -as civilian helps deliver food, provide transport, get resources for ppl in need, + more subtle political changes that need to happen

specific story: -is dating this universe's deadpool -dp is his "mj" except they dont break up bc they understand the spidey thing

alchemex lore: -alchemex is vv corrupt -owned by this univerese's kingpin -funded by the osborns

changes from bite: -produces web from spinerettes on wrist (wears braelets to conceal/protet them when out as civilian) -sticky bc of small hair everywhere -developed chelicerae in jaw; can open mouth normally OR can open all the way w/ chelicerae -chelicerae attach at chin and come up from cheek, sit in front of mouth -affects normal eating, wears mask in public bc of visibility -produces venom; bites causes fever, visual hallucination, and extreme anxiety/fear -visual hallucination changes colors of world to look like pattern of a peacock spider (like overlay layer effect in photoshop) -colors reflect the ones on his spidey suit -wears off in like 2~ hours, leaves no permanent aftereffects -super strength obvi, can lift like 2 tons or summ (idkk) -rlly spidery in general now ig?? -enhanced senses + spider sense -HATES mint bc it repels spiders (by proxy dreads christmas season) -gets urges to weave things/webs and makes blakets bc of this (donates the blankets) -can't get sick from raw meat anymore get urges to eat it if rlly hungry (still prefers cooked food bc of spices + flavors) -isn't affected by own venom -produces oil to keep from sticking to web (constantly washes hands/uses hand sanitizer bc of this; cant use fingerprint on phone) -uses webs as secondary security in apartment bc senses vibrations -can go weeks w/o food OR eats 4-5 times a day

You have to know that we have to set up that appointment for me to eat your brain kind sir. I'm also definitely stealing some of these. (Especially that venom thing. I was sitting here stumped for days on how my girl's venom affected other people 😭)

My girl and your guy would be like this 🤞🏽. They are both taking down their worlds Alchemax. My girl is just doing it by working from the inside. (And if I'd just sit down and finish writing this post everyone would know her story 🥹)

Love how you have a specific spider too. I just based mine on tarantulas in general because of a hyperfixation I had in my youth (my friend got one and I wanted one so badly but my parents said no 😞)

IM SO GLAD PEOPLE ARE MAKING THEIR OCS LIKE SPIDERS. SPIDERS ARE SO COOL. Especially the weaving bit. That's so cute.

[everythingwritingg]

Writing Romantic Tragedies

@everything.writing on IG

I actually have a pretty light weekend because the quarter has wrapped up. Not the best of quarters, grade-wise, but I still have one more quarter to get them up. Anyway, I’m going to answer a post request from one of you guys. Disclaimer: I’ve never written romantic tragedies, only happy romance so this is mostly research.

Have your end in mind. There are a lot of ways to end a tragic romance. This could be death of one or both of the characters, such as Romeo and Juliet. This could also mean both characters live, but neither of them get a happy ending, whether from situational factors like a parent banning them from seeing each other or due to them breaking up. Either way, the plot will be based on what the ending will be, so try to decide that before starting.

Start like how you would normally start a romance. How did the two characters meet? What attracted them to each other? Introduce the characters and begin to develop their backstories. Add other characters and relationships to the story, with subplots.

But there’s something that forbids them from being together. Most romances have an element of forbiddeness, even the ones that end well. Otherwise, there would be no story to read about. Is one of them a friend’s ex? Are they coworkers who are not allowed to date? Do two same-sex characters live in a homophobic society?

Sprinkle hints that the relationship isn’t going to work out. I get it, foreshadowing is a hard skill especially if you’re a pantser or even if you’re a plotter. Generally, you should save it for later drafts, when you know how the story is going to go. Leave little details, such as the comments that other characters make to them. Or maybe another couple who is in a similar circumstance doesn’t end up together.

Write a gradual progression from denial to surrender. Your characters will deny their love for each other, until they finally give in. Both character’s lust for each other should grow more intense as they interact with each other. And then there’s that catalyst, whether it’s the romantic environment or an internal realization that it’s now or never.

Like any relationship, there should be highs and lows. Your couple will both have moments when they rant about something they both hate. However, sometimes they’ll fight, whether it’s about the factors that keep the romance “forbidden” or something else entirely. It’s unrealistic for couples to get along all the time as everyone has different opinions.

There should be moments of euphoria and reality checks. If your characters are in a “forbidden romance”, they’ll often be reminded why they can’t be together, often after periods of bliss. For example, a character has a strict parent. They invite their partner over for a “friend sleepover” and they enjoy a few kisses. Their parent barges in and they barely manage to break apart in time. This brings the couple back to reality of why they can’t be together.

There will be a final darkness/tragedy moment. Take the example above. Instead of them managing to break apart, maybe this time their parent catches them and bans their partner from the house. This is usually the final climax of the story, so treat it as such, with high action and more intense description.

What happens after? If the MC is the one dying, then there’s no need to continue because, well, you know. But if their partner was the one who died or they were forcefully separated, then there should be a period of reflection. If the partner died, how does the MC cope? If both are still alive, what does the MC do after? Does the MC try to get in contact with their partner? Or do they know it’s for the best and remain separate? What lessons do they learn from the relationship?

I hope I successfully walked you through a romantic tragedy. Writing about and researching this topic made me want to write a romantic tragedy myself. I already have a few ideas…but anyway, have a great weekend and keep the requests coming!

[marsbotz]

Hi Hi! I wanna hear your headcanons! No matter if you do one or five I still wanna hear it. I know you said that they can be hard to explain so take ur time if you decide to do this :) 🌴

OK. LETS GO. sorry ik this is gonna be so long already

1. lgbt hcs for the ninja since i did pix

lloyd: agender pan (they/them)

kai: transmasc bi (he/him)

jay: nonbinary gay (they/it/he…. lol <- projecting)

cole: transmasc gay (he/him)

zane: nonbinary bi (he/they)

nya: lesbian (she/her). theres probably some gender in there too but its not a solid hc for me

jay and cole are dating as of s5… ISH. and kai and zane are dating as of like s6… or s8. i ahvent worked it out. nya and pix r dating as of like s5 TECHNICALLY lol but s8 proper. cus shes Real now

2. elemental powers and stuff. lets get interesting

MY HC is that all the elements come from the original powers of creation. so the fsm created the original 4 elementals as like protectors of ninjago . and over time as the powers got passed down they mutated or diluted so u get stuff like smoke coming from fire and mind coming from ice (the future vision part). and as of seabound ig water and wind are completely separate but obviously at some point got similarly diluted so long ago even wu didnt realise they were smth separate

essentially this means that while each element still has connections to its dragon roots (see s4 elemental dragons) only the 4 creation elements can use dragon form.

the elements themselves manifest as dragons similarly to the end of s15 (think kai saying “is that… us?”) and the elements kind of …. ARE an elementals whole being.. almost like their soul. the dragons they can summon are a reflection of this (think like.. the titanium dragon for zane)

my approach to stuff in ninjago that is inconsistent or just silly is either to ignore it or warp it into smth that… kind of makes sense. so here my explanation for the powers inconsistencies in the first few seasons lol

the ninja needed the golden weapons to use their powers in the first few seasons despite it later being revealed they were inherent to them simply bc they were too young. powers usually start to manifest around 18 and without training they might not develop past like. accidentally giving ppl static shocks or smth. and this is bc of the dilution of powers over time and the general … lack of need for them in the modern day. but any power can still become massively powerful if trained! lloyd is a special case in that hes able to access his powers from very young due to being. directly descended from the fsm. and similarly the ninja can all use theirs fairly young as the creation elements… nya is able to access her powers at a younger age due to her … different lineage haha

the reason the ninja cant use their powers proper until lloyd donates their golden power is bc as lloyds protectors their power channels into lloyd. in a normal scenario they would have the golden weapons to channel their own powers similarly to how thors hammer worked in ragnarok. and they would also be older and more able to access their powers. but fate works in strange ways lol

i realise im kinda contrarian abt this lol but the ninja r like canonically resistant to their own element so i think they would not have scara from their own element. so like kai burning himself and stuff haha. its a really cool design trope tho .. but in my mind they wld be more likely to have scars from each other. so jay having burn scars and stuff! similarly kai would feel warm to everyone else due to his internal heat but would feel the cold so bad. kai is out there in like 20C/70F weather shivering teeth chattering. and the opposite is true for zane but he has cooling fans so its not as bad haha

umm… one last thing vaguely related to elements i was thinking abt yesterday. the human form taken by the fsm and like. all the elementals and whatever. its not their real form. the fsm is really more of a divine mix of oni and dragon but his power is like that thing where normal ppl kinda… cant comprehend it. so he takes a simpler form when travelling to ninjago and uses this as the basis for the people he created to populate the world. Yes sorry for putting religion in ninjago. the writers did it first

but it is technically still possible for wu garm and lloyd to access these forms. after his bite garmadon slowly starts to show physical traits of the oni.. and lloyd becomes a version of this original form when using their golden powers. both wu and garm technically have access to it as well but dont rlly ever… it doesnt rlly have a practical purpose other than flight lolol and i think wu is both too humble and too afraid to ever rlly tap into his oni side proper to access it. but wu was strangely good at flying in s15 huh… ^_^

ok actually that might do for now this is crazy long. id like to maybe talk more abt garmabros in another post cus i have lotttsss of thoughts abt them. thank u for askingggg!!!

[a-simple-journey]

Goals

Recently, I was reflecting on how much I have improved regarding my confidence about expressing myself and my beliefs. Given that I want to be a university professor and work in the public sphere, I realized that I still have to go a step further.

Continuing with my education (master's degree and soon-to-begin course) is a first step, but if I'm not brave enought to SHARE those ideas, with clarity, charity and confidence, then what's the point, right?

May I not get it right at the beginning? Maybe. But, as I recently read on a wonderful IG post, in order for God to help you find your vocation, you must also act. I have to start speaking, even if I don't feel 100% ready. Because, let's be honest, I'm SO perfectionist that I probably will never feel ready (even if I kinda am) 😂 #impostersyndrome

So here are some things I want to do in the following months (after going back home):

Writing articles for the media I want to colaborate with.

Sharing each and one of those articles on my SNS (IG, X, Facebook AND Linkedin).

Prticipating in a podcast or live — I want to be comfortable speaking in public, but also outside a classroom, in a more public space. Think of Lila Rose or Louise Perry.

Start talking about topics which are normally more controversial (not for the sake of it, but because they actually matter to me). I want to learn to feel okay if people don't agree, because it's part of life and human freedom. Engage with polite disagreement. If people are rude or aggressive, I shouldn't pay attention to them.

Share my faith more openly. It happened before that I judged people who appeared more 'pious' than me, because I thought they were judging me (see the contradiction?) So, I'm afraid people will do the same to me 😅 but that shouldn't be an excuse not to share the best thing of my life (God and His love) with everyone, so they can experience it too 🤍

Basically: if I want to continue this vocation journey (which is nothing more than trying to do God's will), I have to step up and ACT. Be courageous. Not perfect. Perfect doesn't exist. And it's time I get rid of that idea which has always been in my head 🙈

PEACE OUT 🫡

[hoghtastic]

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And being with someone who has to deal with all of that on top of having mental heaths issues of their own (so assumably you’d be there to support) and having to also juggling your anxiety and now having to deal with being more in the limelight due to her relationship (that’s 100% on them for making it public btw) and possibly now having people also stalk and harass you, your family and your friends. It’s gotta be hard right? And again, this doesn’t mean you have to like them or be a fan/stan and it doesn’t mean you’re wrong in any way for pointing out their wrongdoings and sketchy behavior. I agree with you. I just think the criticism should be toned down a couple of notches because not everything means something. Not EVERYTHING she does or has done is out of spite or insecurity, or to prove something. Maybe she really is just posting ‘some’ things just to do so because it entertains her. Not to entertain everyone else at all times you know? And about the deleting of a bunch of her photos and stuff from instagram, wouldn’t it be normal to delete photos and things about your ex if you get together with someone else? Why is it a thing that’s brought up as like a bad thing with red? I’m genuinely asking, I’ve never been in a relationship so I’m kinda lost with that one 😭

“Not everything means something.” – I totally agree with you on this one, but from my own experience, more often than not, especially when posted on social media, there’s usually some kind of meaning/purpose behind it. Like when people post some quote in their stories. Maybe they just really liked it, but sometimes it’s directed at someone they’re hoping will see it, or it relates to the situation they’re living at the moment. But we’ll never know for sure, of course.

And about the deleting of pictures from her IG, especially the ones with her ex, I don’t think people brought it up like it was some kind of bad thing, they were just trying to compare those to the ones she posts now, trying to see if her posting style has also changed to match Alex’s or not.

But thank you so much for your input and your reflections about all of this! 😊💖

[yourmypenguin]

HI!!!! I found your reverse au and raided the tags and I absolutely LOVE IT!!! ❤️❤️✨✨

But me being me I am also one of creative writing and thoughts and my mine went to a hypothetical area of ANGST.

Imagine reverse Virgil is in charge of taking care of intrusive thought monster, like black puddles of just pure madness and grossness that Remus doesn’t mean to make or doesn’t want to use.

Like just black inky monsters that Remus refuses to use or write into his creations because I imagine him using a quill and ink to write his ideas out and the unwanted items become the only monsters.

Normally Virgil can handle them very well, he puts on his special suit (he doesn’t want ink on his hoodie), picks them up and gently places them in the trash with the others. But sometimes it’s too much to handle.

The monsters will fight back and destroy his clothes, sometimes they escape and cause havoc but Virgil is stubborn and determine no matter what. But he exhausts himself to the point where his breathing is raggedy and the others just hear raggedy squeaking coming from him.

Then he goes home, back to Janus and Remus to rest and relax. The others don’t see him for a week, at most, but more and more inky blobs show up because Roman and Remus keep arguing and getting worse which causes Remus to create more inky blobs for Virgil to take care of.

One day while hanging with Patton or Logan Virgil is just a tired soft but ends up blacking out. Neither knows what to do with a blacked out squeaky toy so they ask roman who just wants to stab him with his sword.

That’s when they see the smudged black ink on him and Roman thinks he got into his makeup which sparks a fight with Logan calling him stupid and stuff. Patton just watches Virgil breath and slightly squeak until he just plops him on the couch to sleep.

Janus comes looking for him, covered in ink but he only cares about his pastel child being ok. At this point ink is probably on Patton and Virgil and Janus sees it and he is just so tired and stressed he snaps at Patton for causing Virgil to be like this.

Patton tries to flirt his way out of it but Janus is just yelling and screaming and accusing this dead beat of a person of hurting his pastel child. Now Patton may be many things but he would never hurt the weird ass pastel cat child that squeaks. They yell and fight until Virgil wakes up and immediately drapes himself on Janus and falls asleep again.

Janus takes a deep breath and brings Virgil back home, leaving Patton and the others to reflect on what just happened.

End~

Take this how you will ig?? 😅

my followers have all the best freakin ideas ever??? holy shit man this is very very cool

it's true that i think as the side that manages Thomas' optimism Virgil has to bare a lot of weight from his negative thinking (he's a strong boi) and would sometimes just get drained out of all energy, and damn in your scenario, everyone's bickering would just worsen it so much more

this is deadass so freaking dope, if it can be written into a fic i'd die happy right here and now, so thank you for sharing this with me xx

[plan-d-to-i]

1-people forget that in the universe MXTX created it is stated that YZY's situation is not normal, it is a patriarcal society so wives don't keept their names nor do whatever the fuck they want and they certainly don't humiliate their husband without even being told off, she's uniquely horrible and JFM is uniquely spineless. i always think JFM did love and worried about WWX but that last interaction he threw him under the bus to appease JC so his last memory would cement that he did love him

2- bc he didn't have more time to keep trying to make him understand and i always wonder how things with JC could have been fixed, easiest would be having had the balls to get rid off YZY early but if he divorced her (or got her killed lol) would JC have been different? or would he resent him even more for not protecting his mother? idk i feel like JFM was cursed from the moment he accepted to marry her and i can't help feeling bad for him

LOVE THIS. So I agree w like 99.9999% only my feelings over JFM change every five minutes. I never hate him but I vacillate wildly between i feel like he could've done more and ig he was himself a trapped in that situation so it's unfair to hold him fully accountable.

Madam Yu is an undeniably violently abusive woman who has married a kind, non-confrontational man. Most of JFM's flaws are only seen as 'flaws' instead of qualities because they framed as ineffective against someone as rank as her. I wouldn't even say he's spineless, because he does cancel YanLi's engagement for fear that it will make her as unhappy as his own marriage made him & effectively stands against his wife's demand on top of also passing on a very beneficial alliance w Jin Clan. (In fact Jin GuangShan is way more reluctant at the thought of taking this news to Madam Jin.)

Abusive relationships have their own dynamics so it's hard watching from the outside how JFM's resignation to his circumstances and avoidance are ineffective against, someone like YZY who materializes like a storm cloud to rain her venom down on everyone, especially WWX. Because WWX is not only bearing the scars piled on his back from YZY's whippings/'discipline' but he's trapped in a perpetual balancing act between JFM, YZY, jc and to an extent Yanli. He has to make JFM proud/see the value in keeping him around & at least in the beginning of his stay with the Jiangs we know he always tries to eat/take less than he needs, but he can't be so good & talented that jc feels threatened or set Madam Yu off. At the same time Yanli rewards him with soup and affection when he takes the fall for jc his first day there. This definitely establishes a pattern wherein WWX sees his usefulness within the Jiang sect in diverting punishment for the failings of those around him, especially jc, to himself. She also repeatedly asks him to just accept jc’s shifty behavior as a representative of his affection... bc she's a huge fucking enabler, which probably doesn’t bode well for how she’s come to interpret affection.

As for YZY she's the only one who paints herself a victim, when it's clear she's the instigator of the conflicts!!!! She’s literally the bad guy, boss, fly in the ointment etc. There's a lot of gaslighting in her interactions with JFM so I'm confused as to why people think that of everyone she's the reliable narrator or some poor sad victim of an uninterested husband??? She clearly does as she pleases in Lotus Pier, yells at JFM in front of Servants, accuses him of fathering a child with his friend's wife, she whips the head disciple for imagined infractions with a spiritual weapon! and pretty much just chills w her ladies when she isn't busy spewing venom wherever she goes. WITH NO REPRECUSSIONS. If JFM had been a woman and YZY the man I'm sure all her cringe stans would be frothing at the mouth to drag her(yzy) to hell by the balls.

People love to accuse JFM of favoritism towards WWX or showing him more affection. To me it's clear that for JMF, WWX is simply an extension of his father/friend & ultimately a subordinate in the Jiang household. JFM clearly cares about jc, it's not his fault that jc doesn't get it, and it's not his fault that YZY is always poisoning their relationship. JFM for his part is still trying to guide jc towards how he's meant to occupy his future position as Clan leader, quite gently too considering jiang cheng was berating WWX for saving their allies... I’m sure if anything JFM hoped WWX’s morality and sense of right and wrong would rub off a bit on jc & why wouldn't you want someone immensely talented and loyal and devoted to the well being of your son and family around?? JFM did a nice thing getting WWX off the streets but that doesn’t mean he also didn’t think WWX could be a good friend to jc who when WWX is first brought to Lotus Pier has ZERO friends, and was likely to remain with zero friends considering his personality. Only someone like WWX who is forced by circumstances, & his kind nature & gratitude to the Jiangs would be in a position to befriend him. So I think it's laughable to say JFM favors WWS when WWX was the sacrificial lamb friend/pet JFM gifted his son. Not to mention that the only person who says JFM doesn't properly value jc is again YZY. Ofc jc takes to like a duck to water because he's cut from the same cloth as his rancid mother and it's much easier to blame WWX for all his failings and misfortunes than to take a good hard look at himself or ever take responsibility for anything. jc doesn't do self reflection. There isn't any scenario where jc would have been a good person. He's lacking basic human empathy. His view of the world has him as its center. He can only relate to things as they concern and affect him and he doesn't even possess a modicum of honor that might keep such selfish impulses at bay.

To conclude, I totally agree. JFM cursed himself the moment he let himself be coerced by YZY and her Clan into marrying a person whose character and values he knew ran so deeply counter to his and his Clan's own. Sure enough under the control of jiang cheng, the original spirit in which Jiang clan was established is gone. It's a place devoid of warmth that people are scared to visit lest they be confronted w the screams of people being flayed alive.

[tfatwsiguess]

Everything Wrong with Rogers: The Musical

So many things wrong with the Rogers musical in Hawkeye that I’m obsessing over 🤕 Welcome to my review where I get all the thoughts spinning in my head out of my brain and into yours 🙃

I haven’t been able to get over the brilliance of the entire musical scene in episode 1. This is in no way a hate list, it’s just stuff that makes me laugh throughout the entire scene. If anything it’s more of a compliments on the details the show puts into having a completely ignorant, concerning, and borderline offensive musical show placed at the top of Barton and his family’s first appearance in the series.

These quotes…

- “Black Widow’s a knockout who can knock you out” Nuff said.

- “Tony you’ve got nukes to catch, be careful not to crash” idek the best way to complain about this line

+ “The city’s smashed when you take your bow. We’ll blame you then, but you’re good for now.” The ONLY good line in this whole thing

The amount of cheesy references that no one but the Avengers would probably know about was a clever addition:

“We’ll conquer the Chitauri then get schawarma when we’re done”

“Just how are we to fight them?” “We’ll do it as a team.”

“Hulk you know the magic word is” “SMASH SMASH SMASH.”

Double pointer for this one: “Avengers unite ‘cause we’ve got to hear you say, I can do this all day” The irony. The forcedness. They really thought they did something leading up to that line 😂 👏🏽

- Something about that “I can do this all day” climax of the song strikes me as the part everyone gets annoyed at when you sing it in school. Like the MCU version of back when Let it Go came out and people were tired of hearing it everywhere 😂

- Please take the time to go back and literally just watch all the choreography and nothing else, it’s hilarious. You’ll thank me later.

On to the real critiques

- HOW WAS THIS A BROADWAY SHOW. I’ve never seen a more middle-school-theatre looking production. Everything about that number was so elementary and basic. The music, the lyrics and message of the song, costumes, choreography. *And let’s be clear, I appreciate Marvel for so clearly wanting this to be intentional, they executed it damn well.

Costumes

- Steve is literally wearing a CA t-shirt I could buy at Target and SWEATPANTS

- Same thing with Iron Man wearing a t-shirt with his “heart” on it instead something theatrical like a prop or costume ornamentation

- Black Widow is wearing a black jacket and black jeans over a red shirt. Ig that and the hairstyle was good enough for them lol

- Hulk, is in a green hoody.

- Not sure why Hawkeye is wearing just a tank top but I guess the nod of it being purple is nice?

- They got the basics of Thor down okay but in addition to being a Greek god from another planet, he is royalty and it’s reflected in the armor he wears all the time. The pulled shirt and red vest/cape look more like lounge pajamas lmao

- We don’t even know why Ant-Man is here but why is he played by a kid in comparison to everyone else, and why is he wearing his goggles over a backwards cap? (Also I’m starting to recognize him I think he was Romeo from Newsies on actual Broadway LMAO imagine going from that to this fake production)

- UUUMMM BACKTRACKING TO HULK I THINK ITS A BLACK MAN UNDERNEATH ALL THAT GREEN PAINT LMAO THEY REALLY STUCK TO THE STEREOTYPE WITH THAT ONE

- Why is everyone in the ensemble a police officer or a doctor or construction worker or cab driver, etc? Are there no normal dressed street people in this version of NY? At least throw a businessman or a homeless person in there idk

- Between the lyrics and costuming and the cardboard Chitauri ship zooming by there’s so much blatant lack of creativity 😂 But seriously, what was the budget for this musical ‘cause they could’ve thrown in a costume piece for Tony’s heart or an actual one piece suit for Widow or fake muscles for Hulk. Issa lotta street clothes for a Broadway show

+ Enough about costuming. The set is actually pretty good. It’s a good set up of an overpass for levels and the stairs on the sides are an efficient way of getting around that also looks like real architecture modeling. And the layer of set buildings and backdrops in the back actually portray a NY street point of view pretty well. Plus the damage on the buildings, a section under construction off to the right, lampposts, awnings and concrete, details like that

- I’m watching the rest of it now annnd I stand by what I said above about a good set but I’m seeing there arent actually any stairs that lead to anywhere, there’s just a ladder and a fireman’s pole allowing them to travel from up and downstage WHAT 🤦🏽‍♀️ 😂

- I guess I should also mention the weirdness of Loki and some Chitauri singing and dancing with the ensemble. I don’t think I even need to explain there

- I’m confused about how that song fits into the show. The sign starts out as the ensemble calling to The Avengers for help, then turns into a recap of who everyone is and what they do… Who is the song for??? The audience who already knows who The Avengers are?

- And where does this song go? Putting it at the beginning would spoil everything, the end wouldn’t make sense to recap the most basic thing everyone knows about The Avengers. And even in the middle of a Chitauri attack scene makes no sense. There’s no plot being conveyed and the show creators really wanted us to see that ig lol

- WHY IS IT CALLED ROGERS THE MUSCIAL?! 😂 I was expecting it to be about Captain America but they’re singing about everyone at the 2012 fight and then adding more Avengers that weren’t even there??? Steve doesn’t even have the solo for half of the song! Maybe they just added Ant-Man for the sake of making it 7 people so Steve could be dead center in the superhero pose lmao

The biggest question is: how did Clint’s family end up there??? I can’t imagine any of his kids, Laura, or Clint actively suggesting to see that musical given what it’s about alone (whatever it’s about anyway lol…) The only thing I can imagine is someone from Broadway publicly inviting Hawkeye to come see the show with comp tickets for the whole family, maybe as a publicity thing. That would really put the ignorance of this entire production over the top. And then there was some pressure involved between response on social media and maybe someone in the family mistakenly thinking it might be a nice thing to do with the family at Christmas time. The kids clearly weren’t enjoying it either and I can’t see Laura suggesting that to Clint either so that’s the only possible explanation I can think of

I mean the Clint Barton walking out in the middle of their show should say enough to them.

Now that I think about it, this is like the equivalent of if someone produced a musical about 9/11 or something… I mean in the show I get it’s to honor The Avengers but at the end of the day they’re singing and dancing onstage about an attack where people died and lost loved ones, and that the people who fought in it see it as a source of trauma. And it was that long ago for them either. They’d never dare to make a musical about Sokovia I bet but another attack on New York? Why not bruh 😂

I was prepared to be one of the weirdos who strangely like the Rogers Musical scene ‘cause I’m a musical theatre kid but geez I could not stop cringing and laughing. The hardcore MT kid in me would’ve been hurt seeing Clint turning off his hearing aid because he was at a Broadway show, but with this one I 100% support that choice lmao

- The only thing I absolutely love from this whole scene is that needlessly strong ass belt when they sing “I can do this all… DAAAAAAAAAY–” So much passion. It gives me life.

I just had to get this out of my head somewhere. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

Overall review: 4/10

[snoopysfriendwoodstock]

Hey Scarlett! What are some of your favorite pieces of media about being a teenage girl or that you think really understand their experience?

hey! i feel like there are a lot of scenes from movies/tv or snippets of things that stick with me because they just really resonated w me in that respect rather than full things so i’m going to explain these snippets the best i can. also obv this reflects my own experience of being a teenage girl which is white and cis & like gay but closeted so i’m not claiming that these reflect the entire spectrum of teen girl experiences etc etc ANYWAY here’s my list and they’re kind of split into categories ig!

the scene in bring it on when she turns on the cd that cliff makes her and is so giddy about it that she has to get up on her bed and start dancing. other honorable mentions in this category: when jane is telling lizzy about mr bingley and gets so flustered thinking abt him she has to turn her face in the pillow and like wiggle around (i know jane’s not a teenager but still), the scene in the you belong with me video when she’s dancing. i think there are a lot of moment in the happier times of teenage girlhood where you’re so happy in a way you’ve never been before that you have to try and shake it out of your body bc it’s so overwhelming

the like “mom” section of this list is mostly comprised of the scene in goodwill in ladybird. that part where they’re fighting with each other then immediately stop when they find a dress they both like was SOO familiar. then there’s just specifically the way dianna agron delivers the line “i needed my mom” in season one of glee like. idk why that does something to me. the part in alison bechdel’s memoir “are you my mother?” where she talks about that time in the two weeks before college where you and your mom are at each other’s throats for no reason. there’s also something that always really touches me abt the way that needy curls up next to her mom towards the end of jennifer’s body that always makes me tear up. the way that mitski sings “mom will you wash my back?” and fuck it i’ll add juliet from romeo and juliet crying out for her mom when she takes the sleeping potion and doesn’t know if it will kill her or not! i think part of being a teenage girl at least for me and especially as the oldest daughter where you’re coming to that point where you’re no longer an extension of your mother and she doesn’t know what to do with you as another woman. you still really need like a child sometimes but you also feel like there’s no one who understands you less.

i think that things like dare me or jennifer’s body or ginger snaps are obviously like extreme but also do a really good job of nailing that feeling of being a teenage girl where you feel like a monster and also like the craziest person in the world and also like a god and also you’re deeply obsessed with another woman in your life and don’t know how to feel that without feeling a little demonic. i think one day you suddenly wake up at 20 and realize you were never an evil, irredeemable, unlovable person you were just like 16 yrs old.

a couple of specific song lyrics/the way they’re sung that i feel like encapsulate the feeling of being a teenage girl would have to be the desperation in lorde’s voice when she’s singing “you’re the only friend i need / sharing beds like little kids” it just encapsulates the feeling of being like 18 and feeling like your life is just ending. also the way olivia rodrigo sings the “red lights, stop signs” line in drivers license is just sooooo... like my drama club boyfriend broke up with me and i am the first person in the world to ever experience pain. the lyric from the best day when taylor says “i’m 13 now and don’t know how my friends could be so mean” just stabs me in the heart every time because it’s like i literally was! and i literally couldn’t! also triple dog dare by lucy dacus just IS being in love with a girl as a kid but not knowing it yet and not understanding how everyone can see it. “you tell me you’re afraid that we may die / i said ‘so what? everybody’s scared of that’” gets me every single time.

a couple other things that don’t really have a category: when ladybird and julie hold hands and listen to “crash into me”, literally ALL of PEN15, even though marianne is in college at this point i think when she says she’s not unlovable but she’s definitely hard to like is a BIG teenage mood in normal people.

anyway i’ll probably think of more and make a bigger list but here are some!