#i have more but ehh yk

[rushthehollow]

heartline roll

if you have, or haven’t heard, the whereabouts for some segments of maverick’s heartline roll were located a few days ago by a reddit user. the actual inversion itself seems to be inaccessible (everywhere around this place except this part had do not trespass/no thru traffic/etc signs), however, these particular ones kind of are. so i took a very fun journey with some friends to see it for myself as the heartline roll was kind of a month long fixation for me and this actually was the coolest thing ever. enjoy :)

[storm-of-feathers]

i hate true crime i hate the way we as a society treat all crime as the same by both elevating a petty theft AND reducing horrific mass murder to the same level. a level which becomes marketable media. 

[mistyechoes]

okay ngl to you. a lot of the appeal young justice had to me is gone now?

[lovelyyys]

Logan Howlett headcannons

NSFW … soo ;) 18+!!!

ahhhhh where shall we begin…?

i stand by this but, 100% his claws come out when he’s close.

has more stamina from obv reasons so you know you’re going to be at it for hours

likes to take it rough

unless you want to go easy ofc! always respects you during the deed.

when he does take it easy… it’s probably worse than when he’s rough.

teases you until you’re practically begging him

kisses you and reassures you

his beard tickles you when he eats you out and he finds it adorable when you squirm

always has an INSANE and i mean like bruises on your thighs insane grip from holding you down while from.. yk.

he’s ehh to aftercare, don’t get me wrong he’s not the type to sleep afterwards and ignore you, but hes getting there. a couple kisses here and there, cleans you up and lays in bed with you after!

this is my first time head cannoning and that sort so let me know if you guys have suggestions or want me to write something! xoxo

[kurishiri]

Ring and Nica bond level story summaries (up to level 4)

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ notice ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ these are crude story summaries that are meant to give you an idea of what’s happening in the story. it’s not a pretty translation 😅 i don’t have darius here because i haven’t raised his bond level yet, but i may post about his bond stories later unless someone else posts translations? but if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but please don’t repost these or claim these as your own!

nica 🍒

bond level 3: “eating a meal together”

nika is like “relax a little more and lets enjoy dinner. todays a social gathering for vogel”

then hes like “did yk robin? they say you can tell someones char from the way they eat. if they eat quickly, theyre hasty and dont like losing. and the opposite means theyre more laid back. ..well, which do you think i am?”

"im in the middle of watching": nikas like "oh is that so? then feel free to look on more. ah, i can keep my clothes on, right?"

"ur a superficial person": nikas like "yep, i get told that a lot. i happen to reaaally like women - including you, ofc?"

"u dont enjoy ur life that much": nikas like "......hmm? so ur the type to like guys who r pitiful and unhappy?"

nikas like when we finish eating lets tell each other our answers then.

"come to my room, robin. we can get to know each other more there.."

bond level 4: skills

nika is like "sorry to keep you waiting robin. oh? why do you look so surprised? ahh did you think a fox (harrison) was coming or smth"

"the card that got sent to u, that was written by me. thats right, its forged handwriting"

"its one of my skills. did you enjoy it, robin?"

"absolutely not": nikas like "and as ive been sayinggg, hearing u say that is like the highest praise to me"

"bye (im leaving)": nikas like ehh ur going back already? even tho this part is known for not having many carriages around.

glare at him silently: nika is like oh, i like that frustrated look on ur face. im into that (<- this sentence is prolly not completely accurate)

then he’s all like "aww, you’re so mean. dont u think im here just bc i miss u (w/o an ulterior motive) 🥺"

"pfft, hahaha! u get touched so easily like that.. ahh ur such a strange one 😆"

"lets go, robin, and take me around london. lets see.. a place where theres a lot of girls would be great :]"

ring 💍

bond level 3: “eating a meal together”

ring is eating and finishes his portion quickly.

kate offers her portion: ring is like "noo you should eat ur portion"

when kate says there r seconds: ring is like "omg ur a genius :D"

"i'll give u my portion": ring is like "eh- ah. is.. it really ok? ..thank u then. i'll eat it all (i.e. with care)"

and then he says he didnt intend to get close to kate bc shes a fairytale keeper and hes part of vogel, but kate had been so kind to him so he became kinda like confused xD

bond level 4: skills

ring is naming flowers. and kate apparently caught him in 4k so he is all flustered like "omg.. dont tell me u.. saw all of that?"

"i didnt see anything": ring is like but theres a grin on ur face.. ur kind of bad at lying.

"..im sorry": ring is like "when you apologize so sincerely like that, i feel bad for being surprised.."

"well, i wonder abt that?": ring is like "d-dont grin like that >,> you have a teasing side to u too, huh.."

but anw he says that "yes i do like flowers :> when im free i try to remember the names of flowers and their meanings"

"why..? well that's.. to make frie- i mean, its nothing."

he asks kate to forget what she saw here and then is like "bye ttyl"

when hes like some distance away from her he whispers to himself that he shouldnt get close to the fairytale keeper.

[whalesforhands]

i am an avid believer of pillow princess gojo and needy soft dom geto bc i am a part of the vanilla agenda (yes i know i am very boring). i feel like there’d be a few kinks here n there (maybe bondage? exhibitionism?? they seem like the type to like that) but overall they just wanna feel good with dyf!mc. I CAN IMAGINE THEM GETTING SOFT BUT WANTING MORE YK WHAT I MEAN?? MY MIND GOES BLANK THINKING ABT THAT RAHHH

-omori anon

whatever u want omori anon

more short but soft(ish) headcanons (nsfw)

warnings: fem!reader, this is NSFW, pls go away minors, 18+ only

satosugu

being together with this duo entails a lot of… ventures. not just in taking care of the 4 kids, helping them out with their homework, playing with them, testing out new recipes you saw in a magazine and on television and also just… trying to get back on your feet.

being with satosugu especially, when you finally show more comfort in activities of a more carnal nature, you’re not leaving the bed.

whilst you might think they prefer rough, hot and extremely vigorous bed exercises, they do. but when it comes to you, especially on your first night, it is insanely toned down. and it will remain that way until you express interest in going harder.

a lot of asking and forewarnings before taking any actions and a lot more of holding back on their end for your sake.

“can i touch you…?”

“i’m going to kiss you here, okay?”

“you sound so pretty… can you do that again for me, darling?”

“don’t squirm too much… ‘m gonna start.”

“ahh— fuck. don’t squeeze like that, i’m not going to last…”

“shit… you’re so gorgeous like that…”

“suck me off, please… wanna feel you…!”

their actions might be held back, but their kisses are not. every one taken from your lips feels like they’re trying to kiss you absolutely silly, until your head is filled with nothing but them.

“mmph…!” your tongues are entangling, the tempting swirl of your appendages moving vigorously as you feel his hand grasp onto yours almost desperately, fingers entwining just as he begins to pull away, a string of saliva connecting your once occupied lips, a gulp of air hastily swallowed by you as the flush of intimacy envelops your being. it isn’t long, not even enough for you to take in another breath before an impatient hand is already tilting your face towards his own, another set of familiar lips connecting your mouths for another restless makeout.

one round each? uhh… how about three?

“please, honey… i need another round, okay?” your thighs are already sore from having to bounce your hips on your own, your front collapsed onto his chest as you start to heave more, hair sticking to your face as exhaustion starts to catch up to you.

“don’t push her too hard if she can’t take it, satoru.”

“ehh? acting nice when you just went twice in a row is too mean to me, suguru…”

“at least i help do the work.”

“but it looks so cute when she’s struggling to do it herself…!”

jug of water right next to the bed because you’ll be here a long time. most of the time, there’s snacks provided too if satoru didn’t already eat them all.

cleanup is immediately done just for you the moment you look like you can’t handle anymore. no such thing as the ejaculate then evacuate here, not when your bare body is lifted in a princess carry to the bath to enjoy a bubble bath, a massage and suguru washing your hair for you as satoru helps brush your teeth.

bonus:

become a little more forward with their wants after your first night together. whether it be a new set of lingerie or cosplay in a wrapped box waiting on the bed, testing the waters by asking if you’re okay with pictures or videos or straight up being a little handsy.

i’m being serious about that last one.

you could be mid-conversation with gojo, telling him about your day as you sit with your back to his chest, his hands slithering their way under your shirt.

“and then shoko brought me to the old sushi place. the one with the mentaiko sauce i liked, but then i found out they didn’t serve any—“

“mhm, mhm.” he’s definitely only half listening when his hands rest on the skin of your stomach, fingers experimentally tracing shapes just below your breasts as you continue to talk, before you feel his hands quite literally start groping your mounds, flicking your nipples inbetween his fingers, squeezing your boobs etc. as you just… wonder if he’s still listening.

(it helps him focus)

[liaximagines]

SO SORRY FOR REQUESTING AGAIN!! UHH CAN I REQUEST SHIN TSUKIMI X AFAB READER HEADCANONS, FLUFF??? TYSM!!!!!!!! :333333333333

SHIN TSUKIMI X READER HEADCANONS🧞‍♀️

🩵Dating Shin has few benefits. If he's working at a convenience store he miiiight get you some veryyy special discounts!! If you're having a problem with your device he'll help you for sure! Someone's talking shit about you? He'll call them out in verbal and every computer language he knows.(lil shinnie will TRY to protect u from old greendori man LOL)

🩵In YTTS he said that hugs aren't his thing. But hear me out, once this man discovers HOW AMAZING it feels to be held by YOU he'll melt on the spot. Congrats hun u made him a clingy ahh btch. Only behind closed doors tho! No way Tsukimi will cling to you in public nuh uh that's too pathetic for Shinnie. Mentioning public display of afection, Shin is quite ok with it! He won't be all lovey dovey ofc (he'd get embarassed) but that doesn't mean he won't touch you at all. He'd LOVEE to hold your hand!! Also cheek kisses and quick lip pecks>> Do that and he'll be a happy boy.

🩵Don't expect a lot of dates from this dude..He's tight on money, it'd be hard asf to take you out with the little money he has. BUT! If he ever has extra money after paying the rent he'll make sure to take you somewhere affordable or buy you something small but sweet. Buuut if the two of you move in together dates should be a more often thing. Both of you are paying the rent=cheaper&more money left for shinnie. Then he'll tryyyy to spoil you a little! ^^

🩵If you two live together expect cuddlessss! I'd say Shin is a switch when it comes to cuddling. He can be the big spoon but doesn't mind being the small one as well. He loves laying his head on your chest and lap too! He dgaf about the size. Pillow is pillow. Oh but ehh at night he might still your sheets as an accident.. But that's okie just kick his ass in the morning :3

🩵Pleaseeee remind this dude to take good care of himselff. Before he was dating you, ngl his selfcare was kinda..bad? Yk he was pretty down after Midori stuff etc. But now he has you! He's doing wayyy better now ofc but it's good to remind him anyway. He'll most likely return the gesture in your way. Oh! And I BEG..PLS TELL HIM TO SOMETIMES STRAIGHTEN HIS BACK!! Yk his posture is poor due all the time spent in front of the computer and his weak body built but we don't want old pops Shin to yap how his back hurts. Shoulder massages from you will make him melt fr.

🩵Soo yeah I think pookie Shin is a pretty sweet bf. I feel like your relationship is the type "you fell first, he fell harder". Protect the heart that he gave you. Be there for him he'll be there for you. Trust him he'll trust you. As your relationship develops he'll probably open up about Sou and stuff. Just don't hurt him <3

omfg im so so sorry for not posting😭 i was planning to do this request after christmas but my head was empty asf.. writers block fr BUT I THINK ITS OVER YAY. forgive my terrible grammar🫶 TAKE CARE LUVSS

[kennysimp101]

The party: Kenny x reader 🔥

A/N: I needed to write a Kenny smut for my sanity CAUSE THAT MAN IS SO FINE AND THE EDITS OMG. Anyways a lot of it is plot and then smut because I love the plot more than the actual nasties. But if you want more smut smut, let me know.

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“This party is gonna be a mess” is what you think while getting ready. Your older brother Ethan decided it would be fun if you went with him to his friend's party at the Beta Squad house for hitting 7m. Little did he know, you had been flirting and meeting up with one certain member of Beta Squad. Kenny and you had been talking for a while, till he decided to ghost you. When Ethan first told you about this party, you immediately wanted to say no, but then you thought it would be a good chance to either talk to Kenny, or to fuck with him. The second option seemed to just be more fitting, so you wore a hot-ass dress, got all dolled up, and waited as Ethan and Faith came to pick you up. You had one plan which was, to get a bit tipsy, flirt with someone else in front of Kenny, and see what happens. 

You got in with Ethan and Faith and talked about your day till you reached. You rang the bell and AJ opened the door. “Y/N!!! I'm so happy you made it, it's been a while” he said as he went in for a hug. “It's been a while indeed,” you say knowing very well why you haven't been over at the beta squad house in a while. You go over to the makeshift bar where you run into Talia, your best friend. “Omggg heyy girl” Talia comes over already kinda tipsy. “Hiiiii” You say as she hugs you while almost tripping. You pour yourself a vodka cranberry as you talk to Talia. “I didn't think you would come, yk since Kenny and all,” she said. “Ehh I don't mind, I'm over it “ You very much were not over it. “Oh please, I've seen the way you look at him, it's like you just want to suck him off right that second” She rolls her eyes. “TALIA WTF” You smack her arm, shaking your head. “You know I'm right,” She says and downs her drink, stumbling over to Simon. You sigh and get up, looking around to see people… to see Kenny.

“Hey y/n, good to see you” you hear and turn to see Sharky. “Hey Sharky, oh” you look next to Sharky and there he is. Kenny. He looks so hot. His arms, his chest, his face so kissable, you just want to… your trail of thought is cut off as Sharky starts talking “Y/n you good??” “Ye ye, the vodka is just hitting yk '' you reply, realizing you've been staring at Kenny, making you turn red. But he hasn't said anything to you. Not even a hi. “I'll catch you later Sharks,” You say, embarrassed but too tipsy to give up just yet. You drink a bit more, talk to your friends, and then go over to the dance floor. You see Deji and join him. “Hey Y/N” He shouts as you join him. “Hey Deji” You shout back. “Having a good time?” “Ofccc it's a great party,” you say as you get an idea in your head. “How about I make it better,” Deji says as he smirks. You see Kenny, staring at you from the corner of the room. This was the moment. “Sure,” You say as you put your hands on Deji’s shoulders and dance with him, basically just grinding against him. Things were getting heated. Suddenly Kenny comes over and pulls you towards him and whispers in your ear “My room in 10” and walks away. You are red, that turned you on so bad. You step away from Deji saying sorry and walk and sit near your friends. The longest 10 minutes of your life. As soon as it's over, you get up and go to Kenny's room, knowing your friends were too drunk to care. 

As soon as you get in, you feel someone push you against the door, locking it. “Wtf were you doing with Deji down there,” Kenny says. “Huh?!? Who are you to tell me who I can or cannot dance with” You say, who is he to say anything to you after ghosting you. “Yk very well that was not dance, yall could have been fucking at that point” “And this bothers you why?? Last I checked, you were the one who ghosted me” You were upset but somehow you couldn't be with this man. You look up at him and he looks genuinely into your eyes “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ghost you, I just thought you weren't interested” he said. “I'll show you how interested I am,” You say as you pull him by his collar and kiss him. He kisses you back and his hand trails down your sides, grabbing your waist.

You wrap your arms around his neck as he grabs your thighs and wraps them around your waist. He carries you over to his bed, not disconnecting the kiss as he sits and places you on his lap. You tug his shirt and he removes it as his hands go under your dress. You move your hips while sitting on his lap, feeling his hard-on as you grind. “Fuckkk” He groans, grabbing your ass tighter. You move your lips to his neck, leaving hickeys while you unzip his pants, remove his boxers and take out his dick. You go back to kissing him as you stroke his dick, feeling him whimper into your mouth. You push him down onto the bed, as you slide your panties off and slide his dick in. “Omg fuckingg hell” you moan at this feeling. You place both his hands on your waist and yours on his chest, moving up and down at a painfully slow pace. “Y/n pleasee” He whimpers as he thrusts into you to try and get more friction. You speed up as he grabs your waist so hard it would have definitely left fingerprints. “Fuck Ken I’m about to cum” You say. He hmms back as both of you cum. You ride your high and then get off him, going into his arms. You put one hand on his chest as you lay on his arms and he plays with your hair.

“So, wanna go on another date?” He asks. “Omg yes, you oblivious dumbass, boxing has definitely knocked some off your brain cells,” you say shaking your head. Both of you cuddle until you fall asleep. 

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A/N: I hope yall liked it. Its been a while since I wrote smut so idk how it went. I realise I dropped a bit of angst (I'm a whore for angst what can I say) but ye.

Next up is some talia x fem reader or tobes x reader so we shal see

Love yall <33

[realityisweird101]

ngl i would totally like a drake fic w like, an obsessive drew. (like, bpd ig, and jake is his favorite person.) it would so definitely be toxic/unhealthy, and one-sided, since drake is a funny ship in retrospect, but when u actually think about them, they would def not be an ideal pair.

like, drew liking jake is def canon and if u disagree fight me rn. i just think that them actually getting together is SO SO SO unlikely. it would be toxic and bad for the both of them, js like their friendship was like,,, cute, and they cared 4 eachother, but it was def a bit unhealthy...

ANYWAYS the fic,

so like, drew would meet jake for the first time, and just, instantly fall in love with him. like, something like, "He looked into the boy's chocolate brown eyes, and felt a pang in his chest." so like, he doesn't KNOW he's in love, but he is.

as the fic progresses, drew's protectiveness becomes attachment, and his attachment becomes need. he NEEDS jake to stay with him, because without jake he is NOTHING. yk what i mean? qnd like, these changes are subtle, but become more and more obvious throughout the fic. like, starting with "God, Drew loved his timid smile. It made his heart feel fuzzy and light." progressing to, "Drew didn't understand *why* Jake thought he needed those freaks- after all, he was enough, right?" or, "Jake had been missing from the lunch table for 2 days now, and Drew had half a heart to chase after him, and half a heart to straight up murder whoever was stealing him from Drew. Not actually, though." And finally, "He *can't* live without *him*, he needs him- he needs him to hold him, to love him, to only need him. Drew wants those freaks- *Hailey* - to jump off a *fucking* bridge, to leave jake- to let Jake stay with Drew, to *be* Drew's, to have Drew. Fuck, Drew would kill himself if it meant Jake would love him, *god*, he would kill anyone, everyone, if it meant Jake would *look at him* lovingly." ehh sorta like that maybe?

i just want to see drew slowly lose himself while obsessing about Jake. he goes from wanting to make jake smile, to being willing to serve his heart on a platter if it meant jake would even just look at him without hatred in his eyes.

man i want to see drew go batshit crazy, and how that affects his relationship with the dromies, and how that affects how he treats himself, and how he sees the world in this jake-obsessed haze.

but like, with a happy ending. where he ditches jake and instead goes and marries liam instead /j

...or???

LOL I'll probs js end up writing this myself lmao

[shadystranger]

People need to accept that Dean never loved Castiel.

There's a reason for a good while i felt bad for cass and it's not bc i care about him profoundly but bc he was treated that bad

Like aside from the one liners about him being family here and there (which are unarguably few on their own) it never seems like it rings true in dean's actual actions. Alot of their relationship is purely convenient on dean's part and the 2nd it stops the fact dean's ready to exclude cass from this playhouse psuedo-family he put him in. 'Why does that something wrong always seem to be you?' 'You're dead to me', and he kicks him out of the bunker; He's family, but no typical extreme procedure is done to bring him back when he dies. Salted and burned right away with what's dead is dead it's over which we have seen dean not really uphold with certain few.

If Michael meant anything and take this with a grain of salt he tells cass about dean's "honest thoughts" and yes this was intentional to break their spirits but he didn't make it up when he said dean feels indebted to him (in the negative way) but thinks he's a screw up. Like this is telling to some extent (not entirely bc yk manipulation) but when you recall things from the beginning and till then it lines up here and there. The i need you speech was an insincere plea to get cass to not kill him, dean later tells sam he doesn't care if cass drops dead. And the countable other times is dean saying cass is family in retrospect to jack, its like he acknowledges cass only when he's othering jack but on a good day he's othering both of them normal.

Even the apology in s15 which sounded out of nowhere and shoehorned to the point its ill-fitting narrative-wise but let's take it, this one was also told at a time dean needed sth from cass desperately. Im not calling it insincere altogether but ehh appeal to authority and whatnot calls for question.

Like this hit cass for a reason bc it was true

dean screaming he'll trade everyone for chuck while cass is in the background but he puts the line at sam alone. dean happily eating pie and living a domestic life after cass's death, the only one who brings him up is sam (and later bobby) and dean looks like he has better things to focus on both times.

Im not saying dean hates cass bc it's factually false but i dont personally think he loves him all that either. He loves the convenience maybe the things cass symbolizes (family/friends/originally powerful allies) but he doesn't pour his all or even half the way he did with benny which just felt more genuine and raw from the get-go.

[zhongrin]

hehehe ikr?? like,,smirks are just so attractive especially when you can see their lil fangies fjsknfs i love it when they have lil fangies (looking at cyno specifically coughs)

same here! but i do consider you someone i can look up to anyway ^u^ /gen /pos (also i think dad can be considered as a good mentor! kind of like to xiao >:3)

believe me i have more up my sleeve like flavored dirt- /hj

HHEHEHEHE I CAN SEE ALL THREE OF THEM DOING THST THEYRE SO SKRUNKLY, now imagine the three of them together just like pining for attention while you're trying to work mom hehe :> (nyabedo likes making biscuits in my lap ehhe)

i see u mom /aff. i see u with that camera-

but hey im just as guilty dont mind me /lh

the lil fangies are the cutest yes........ yk who else has fangies when they smirk? zhongli in his half dragon form..... *swoons*

your dad is certainly a good adult and role model. but deeeefinitely not me ^^;; while i admit i've got some parts of my life put together, i possess no qualities that would make me a good mothering mother like xianyun or a good fathering mother like arle sdlkfjskldjf

(oh, he's worn his soundproof headphones. oh. well. at least he's not sulking anymore-)

cat!li's way of seeking attention is by respectfully getting constantly into my line of vision. i'm staring at my laptop? he's silently sitting beside the screen, tail swishing. drinking coffee? he sits and glares disapprovingly beside my coffee mug. adorable. kitty!tham is a lot more direct. he'll sit on my lap. he knows i'll pamper him as soon as he rests there. meow!rio amplifies his siberian husky software and meows loudly until i pay attention to him. will scratch my bedroom door if i try to keep him out. literal menace ough.

wwwhat camera? this isn't a camera hahaa hahah ha hah it's just a video recorder ahahahah hah /smacked (i have a spare one do you want it)

[shrimp-dumpling]

twst oc

yes it is i, i have decided i wanted to make a twisted wonderland oc

Here is the beautiful boy in all his colorless glory (i got lazy and if u think the hair looks strange i changed brushes when drawing the hair and got too tired to make it bolder it 😭😭)

And here is his uhh idk reference sheet ig? Not rly but ehh

character: Jol seemed like the quiet type, and that was... not really true? It wasn't wrong, yet it wasn't right either. Actually, he had quite a lot of friends (whom he considers as only acquaintances, with this statement usually false for the other party) and was rather friendly despite his lack of ever smiling. He's a good listener, a good friend too. He tries his best, though often times he would always undervalue his own efforts, an unreliable narrator of his own story.

Name: Jol Ninvale (pronounced Jol Nin-veil)

Dorm: savanaclaw

Class: 3-D, second year

Birthday: July 1st (7/1)

Age: 18

Height: 176 cm (5'9") with his ears (doubt that adds much but i'll just put it there anyway lmao) and without his rollerskates

Dominant hand: right

Homeland: shaftlands

Fav subject: visual arts

Best subject: track & field and potions

Club: gargoyle research society

Hobby: watching the world pass him by, roller skating, gaming

Likes: games especially virtual ones, roller skating, food, bells, etc..

Dislikes: the yellow part of a boiled egg, pain, watching his friends in pain, group projects, pears

Habit: going into places where he probably shouldn't be in because of his Unique Magic and not realizing it

Talent: skating and having really good balance

Flaw: exchanged strength for speed so he's not that strong, doesn't look friendly, undervalues himself

Unique magic: Reawakening reality

Allows him to fast travel to somewhere. It is not teleportation, but with untrained eyes it does look like it

Chant and visual: His ability is called "reawakening past" and his chant would be like smth like "fall through the current past, don't lose yourself in the endless future. Reawakening reality." And when he activates it time would slow and he would fall through the floor like this

So the red line is the floor and when he activates his unique magic it would sorta different dimension under idk how to explain it but under there is like a purple grey version of the world upstairs but theres nothing and its like a sea ig

The blue line represents that he can still see the above and can see where he's going

Its basically fast travel yk bc the space time there is a lot faster

Also he can drag others with him into the "dimension" but he cant keep them there for long bc they cant breathe in there, only he can

time speeds up unusually down there so for the people who got dragged with him they see a faint image of the world downstairs but then they're at their location, its like teleportation and they just run out of breath a little

Oh yeah i chose fast travel instead of actual teleportation bc thats just cooler and makes more sense than just popping in and out of existence without any explanation

And i chose fast travel cuz the oc's a cheetah beastmen and cheetah's are known for being speeeeedddyyyyyy

So yeah :3

further elaboration:

The red is the floor and the blue is the part of the floor that would let him fall through like theres nothing there even tho he can see still that the floor's there

So if he was like in an animation it wouldn't be him changing but it would the background, like idk its those pov changing roblox games yk pls get it 😭😭😭

Anyways i also made a meme about his UM in a nutshell

Beautiful 🥰

Funfact: he has a bell on his foot

jingle jingle

Special mention from the Colorless art: he's so cute right guys

another funfact: his wheels are retractable

[mustfindcreativeusername]

Granada Holmes season 1 thoughts

I (finally) started watching this with my grandma and my roommate, who decided to join us. Unfortunately grandma wasn't impressed (pacing) so she dropped it after ep 4. But me and my roommate are enjoying it! So now we're watching it together, 1 ep/day.

Anyway here are my very unfiltered thoughts. Straight from the notes app

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1- SCAN (30 iul)

Yessss. I liked it. A lot. Loved the disguises, i didn't even recognise him in the first disguise.

..why did they change it to "Irena" tho?? At least that's how they pronounced it. Weird.

At least they didn't butcher her personality

2. DANC (31 iul)

I liked this but it seemed slower. And after they get the bad news i feel like it should've been a bit.. worse? At least make the wounds more horrible. And why is Elsie still in the house? They had time to get her to a hospital.

3. NAVA (1 aug)

I hadn't read this one so i didn't know what to expect. I liked it. We made a lot of fun of Percy. I thought at one point that he had hidden them and was playing it up but no, he really was that dramatic.

Poor Holmes hurt his hand :(

Also very funny, i actually hurt my hand like 10 minutes after the episode ended.

Like during the episode I was all "awww do you want one of my pink peppa pig bandaids :(" and guess what. Guess fucking what.

4. SOLI (2 aug)

Well well well

I enjoyed this

I especially enjoyed Holmes beating up that creep

I have not read this story either but i listened to the Sherlock and Co episode. So i kinda knew the basics but not too much, yk.

My roommate appreciated how polite Holmes was with miss Smith. And i was reminded of that one part in the books where Holmes said that he thought of one of his clients like his own daughter. (Don't know what story it's from tho, i only saw it in screenshots on here)

I think it had a good ratio of intense (the obvious) and funny (holmes being kinda mean to watson, the ending :) )

Also the whole wedding in the woods bit was insane. Who would really think that that's enforceable. Jeez.

5. CROO (4 aug)

I mean it was alright. The "david" thing was a bit weird? Especially because she muttered it in her sleep? Like i guess it's something like calling someone a karen but still. The fact that she still said "david" in her sleep was odd.

Also what... How could someone do that? Indirectly (try to) kill a person who trusts you bc you like their girlfriend. That's insane.

He had it coming. Too bad it took 30 years🤷

Also Holmes being mean to that guy in the beginning was hilarious.

Oh oh and Watson's deduction at the end? "Elementary, my dear Holmes" :)))) that was good. We cheered for him

6. SPEC (5 aug)

AAAHH YEAASSSS YESS FINALLY this is my favourite story from the books, it's one of the ones i read when i was around 10 and it was my favourite then and yeah. Love it.

But yeah loved to finally see it on screen. I imagined the snake bigger and spotty-er but yeah. Oh and i loved the interactions between Holmes and Watson. And between them and Miss Stoner. (I told my roommate if i see one more person describe him as cold and emotionless, I'm throwing hands)

I liked that Holmes kinda felt bad for bringing Watson along because it was so dangerous, only for Watson to immediately go anything for you Beyonce :))

And then in the room, his hand shaking? Quality content. Bc yeah. It's a wild animal, it's unpredictable. (Super stressed at the end when he picked it up?? In his hands?? Like yea the leash was there but bruh-)

Also poor Watson being woken up twice :)) (does Holmes know how to wake someone Watson up like a normal person? Unclear)

Also also- "my intimate friend"

Yes

7. BLUE (6 aug)

Right so i do know the original story but i read it a while ago. I still think it's nice that they let the guy go but i remembered him more sympathetic in the books. Idk. Also, did Holmes keep the stone? I thought it was a bit of an odd choice. And how were they able to free the plumber guy without the culprit or the stone? Ehh yeaah, odd.

Also is everyone forgetting that Holmes and Watson aren't the only ones who know that the carbuncle is with them??

Anyway

God he looked so different at the beginning of the episode, before he did his hair. Also my roommate made a comment about having cigarettes for breakfast and. Yeah, petition to have this guy eat a normal meal?? *Sigh*

Also why did we see Watson with a bunch of presents and then never saw any one of them opened? Chehov's Christmas presents. I wanted to see what he got for Holmes

(At least we have the Sherlock and co episode...)

[helloescapist]

Hi ! Sorry if this request is a little ehh yk since i aint so good at this but your writing absolutely amazes me so .

would you consider a request kinda suggestion thing thats like . A shinobu x gn reader that where friends (mostly around their training for the final selection) but just after that they just dissapeared completely , but like after 4 years they accidentaly reunite when the reader is sent to the butterfly state for medical attention . kinda hurt comfort yk ? If you dont like it feel free to ignore it !

hello, hello!

Can we talk about how cute moments in the training years with Shinobu would be? When she wasn't tied to the duties of the Insect Hashira, and just allouwed to be fiesty? She would be a total terror on the Butterfly Estate!

Anyways, thank you for your sweet words. <3 I did my best with this one, and I hope it meets your expectations. (I admittedly, may play with fluff prompts of all of the hashiras in their training days because.. it just sounds adorable). I'm sorry it took so long to respond, I wanted ot be sure my research for the weapon and techniques would be useful and insync with one another.

What Remains | Shinobu Kocho

Word Count: 2508?

Setting: Shinobu Kocho x gn!reader [friend fic, but if you squint underlining pining]

Content Warning(s): gore/blood, mentions of death, and depression, minor spoilers if you are not familiar with Shinobus past

Summary: caught in a battle with a worhty advisory and the tilt of fate no longer in your favor, you reflect upon the friend you have left behind in your youth and fears. Regrets that threaten to follow you to the grave. You would do anything to piece back together what remains of the friendship you fled so many hears ago.

A/N: the reader’s staff is inspired by a silambam staff originating from Southern India. I highly recommend looking up the history if you have the time. The inspiration for the original breathing is from the, if you can believe it, mother of pearl (Nacre), the inner lining of shells used by some species of molluscs.

Blood spattered the side of your brow, dripped down the lining of your draw. The tinge of metallic searing your nose, blinding your senses. It had been years since someone had successfully penetrated your barrier.

The weight of your faithful staff balanced between your dominate arm, curled around your forearm and the end pressed against your back. Knees bent beneath you as the force of air shattered your lungs.  Heaved in the sharp breath of oxygen, struggled against cracked ribs, the burden of your weapon beginning to wear upon your body over the extended period of use. The battle had waged far longer than you had anticipated, nor had you expected your opponent to be such a troublesome demon. It had been years since you questioned the reliability of your weapon, and felt the strain upon your muscles. Ligaments strained under the weight. Trembled your grasp, revealing the exhaustion tumbled over your form. When was the last time you doubted your abilities in combat? Pondered the resolve of your might in battle. Your breathing technique had become renowned for its capabilities. Had received praise for being a fortress, impenetrable. Though you certainly knew the limitations of its uses—this had not been the first time you had found an enemy in close range despite the protective field of your breathing. The curl of a growl shattered across your back, the metallic swing, the draw of your staff curled around your sides. The tilt of your hips into the sway, catching the draw of claws that threatened to pierce your skin once more. The iridescent of your breathing technique catching the dying stars of night. The wet grass beneath your feet stumbling your normally tight form, the slick beneath your sandals offered little traction. Ah, no, this had not been the first time someone had penetrated your defenses, distant memories of your younger years toyed in your mind as your body ran on instinct.

She had been small, adorably so. Standing significantly shorter than your peers for her age, her weight provided little substance to her bones. As though a butterfly that had been carried upon Himejima-sensei’s shoulders. Regardless of the way she furrowed. Her scowl noticeable despite her older sister’s insistence to cool her temper, her tongue remarkably sharp despite her age. At a glance, one would assume that the smaller girl had been younger than expected. Teased by the other students for her less than remarkable stature, humorous in comparison to the gentle giant who instructed your techniques. Over saw your manners, and guided you through training under the Demon Crops care. Though, you knew better than anyone as having been a longtime student, Himejima-sensei neither cared if any of you went on to be slayers. Rather, the distant burdens of a forgotten past had strengthened his mentor resolve. Insured that the children under his care would not leave his protection until they were capable of fending for themselves, the tears he shed at those who had departed upon new lives, and the comfort for those who remained—yet, for all of his kindness, this little brat spat out words wielded by drunken adults. The vein upon her brow throbbing as she spat out curse after curse, Shinobu’s temper triggered by the littles of infringements. This time having resulted from another student commenting on her stature, a noted sore spot evident in how she had pursued the source. Slammed him to the ground, crawled on top of him, and flinging her fists in all the might she could muster, only swayed from her assault by her older sister’s obvious disappointment and soothing words. You had begun to wonder if the younger Kocho had a sense of restraint, often pondered how it was two beings so unlike one another could in fact be blood relatives.

                That day had been the final straw for you. Drawn from the disrespect the younger Kocho had once again inflicted upon your instructor, you had challenged her to a match. Her over confidence having met you head on, so sure of herself despite the fact that a rationed bag of rice in the store house weighed more than she had—you knew this, had born witness to Shinobu’s attempts to heave it into the storage before being crushed beneath its weight. Yet, despite the fact that she was nearly a foot shorter than yourself, and severely under her weight class, the dagger wielder had met you head on. Resilient despite the ways you popped her repeatedly. Speed, in practice you had noticed how fast the younger girl had been on her feet. Honestly, it was likely the only reason she had ever gotten the jump on any of the other students, but not this time. The practice stick pressed between your hands, swirled in each movement, any attempts to out maneuver you quickly thwarted with a pop of bamboo upon her cranium. The loss of the match staining her pride, and driving her forward. Training had become a pass time less spent crucifying her peers, but truly immersed in instruction. Her temper only making her slopping and agitated, yet she persisted. Swat after pop, after jab, time after time. Regardless of the way you swept the feet beneath her frame, plopped disgracefully upon her bottom. The sparing matches would wage over weeks. Each encounter drawing your chuckles, for all of her wit and her rage, the younger trainee was playful. Determined, a trait you rarely saw in your peers, and before you had known it, you had welcomed these sparing matches. At times, she would catch you by surprise, and others, you were able predict. Drawing forth snacks to place upon the veranda before meeting her practice blade. The distinct smack of your staff across her cheek resulting in the cool of a pack pressed against flesh. The mumbling of frustration between small pursed lips, and amethyst eyes that glanced at you in her pout, the smile you provided soothing as you offered her a treat.  In time and under instruction, Shinobu would learn to utilize her strengths in battle, and when she had done so, she had become a worthy rival. One quick to seize opportunities, to slip between the cracks your swings. Tumble her small frame against your height, the close encounters drawing the swept of your brow. The triumph of her laugh, upon the smack of your bottom across the ground. The first time she had ever bested you, drawing the joy of hard work, and a ridiculous dance. Her small hips wiggled beneath her hakama. Trembled as she shook her hands together before stretching them to the sky. Proud. She had been so proud, and you found yourself laughing aloud when she offered her hand to your own.

Days of sneaking upon the butterfly estate echoed through your mind. Mischievous kids that evaded duty and medicinal instruction offered by the older Kocho, Shinobu flying over the small ownings, while you lifted yourself through the air with the plant of your staff to the ground. Laughter upon the obvious scolding of kakushi insisting you to return your duties, abandoned to the wind in favor of dango stalls. To hear the Wind Hashira openly scold you, for dodging the Flower Hashira’s care. The whelp upon your heads that had grown in place of his righteous smack, the blush that painted his cheeks when Kanae attempted to sooth his ire. Not that he nor her had ever admitted to such affections, and it never lasted long. The slip of Shinobu’s tongue only eliciting another outburst from the swordsman. Pressed fingers of the older girl keeping him in place, as you dashed down hallways. Weaved past kakushi and slayers alike, snuck castella cakes from the kitchens, and played in the trees of the gardens. Partners in crime joined at the hips through your training years, unafraid to wreak havoc across the Butterfly Estate. The pride Kanae had expressed upon your passing of the final selection. Touched clothes to your cheek, evaluated the strain upon your wounds. Both of your bodies tumbled through thickets of wisteria, rattled against rivals. Pride beaming form your features, equipped to take on the world despite the sting of antiseptic pressed against your cheeks. Prayed for the moment to never end. TO disappear in to the folds of time, to remain upon such happy memories… Her smile. Y-you could remember how Kanae had beamed at you. Accepting, and warm, the night the smile had slipped from her lips. Blood that painted the night air, the chuckle and nauseauty joy of rainbow eyes that elicited humor at your suffering. The loosening of her haori drawn in battle, discarded as a means of escape for you. She knew. Damn it, she had known, the blood drawn, the soothing sound of her voice as though she were comforting a child. Y-you hadn’t been a child! You had a duty! To the Corps, to the Flower Hashira who had requested you for this vary mission. To Shinobu who awaited your arrival at home. Little of your protest mattered. The slam across your head, the fading of the sky before you, and the haori that fluttered over your shoulders before you collapsed to the ground.

                You never got to apologize. How could you? When you had awoken, you had seen the shatter of her tears. The kakushi had founded your body practically discarded in the woods, the haori painted over your shoulders. Unable to fend off the chill of your body. Evidence of the battle, blood marred across the mountain terrain. Shattered over trees, yet, no remains to be found other than your own. Overheard horrors of the night like a ghost upon your flesh. Sickened and nauseated. Pressed between vomit that threatened to spill as your heart plummeted to the grave. The slip of the burdened haori revealing your sins as it sunk to the ground. Your feet eliciting a response before thought. Run. Run. RUN. Tripped over boulders, stumbled over branches, and fallen trees, the distant shouts of kakushi falling upon ears of the dead alone. Heedless of the blood that caught against branches, nor the tarnished of your uniform across your form, revealing peeks of skin as you fled into the day. Fled from your duties. From your home. From your friend.

The staff drawn between practiced hands. Fingers that ached and had become slashed open by opportunistic claws. The growl in your ear, and the fatigue that drew upon your brow. I’m going to die, whispered upon your thoughts. Numb realization as the iridescent gleam that captivated your staff shattered over nails. Colors that faded across the spectrum of a rainbow, glistened in their resolve. Just a little more, you told yourself. The meadow drawn upon little shade, the distant shatter of night in the distance of the east. Colors that shooed away the late hours, and the tremble of large eyes against your opponent, desperate to get away. The shake of your smile as you seized your staff upon their back, entrapping them against your chest. “Fourth Form, Inner Shell,” hissed against your teeth. The revolt of bones, the demon becoming increasingly fringed upon the break of day. Desperate to escape the light, the encompassing of your breath. Draws of color that folded over the two of you. Shattered your bones together in a sickening crunch. Illuminating the last touches of the night sky as blood drew from the force of two bodies forced together as bones snapped. Your fortress utilized as a steel trap. For the both of you.

                Shinobu, I wish… I’m- I’m so sorry.

Voices echoed through the passage of time. Demanded tools, whispered needs of bandages. Imparted details you could not quite grasp, nor completely understand. Details across a series of confusion that blurred your conscious. Ached your headache, and shunned your thoughts.  It, it really didn’t matter anymore. Told yourself it would only be a matter of time before death greeted you, escorted you into the afterlife. No, no perhaps not the afterlife. Unfinished business, your desires to see an old friend once more would likely bind you to the world. Conscious that faded in and out, drifted upon the passing of words. Some soothing and sweet, praising progress though the world seemed dark, and one such voice threatening. Scolding really, dared to reveal any and all obscure details of childhood. Peculiar, and childish. To threaten your youthful fears, regardless of how silly they had been… who would dare? Temper seethed, and… shook your shoulders? Who would treat a corpse in such manner.

Sunlight flittered over the drawings of curtains;  the nauseating smell of antiseptic greeted the flutter of your eyelashes. Your sight hazy as it swept over your environment. Having expected the embrace of death, the warm linens pressed into your surprise. Flowers tucked into cared for vases, bare antique furniture. The numb movements, testing whether or not you had in fact returned to the living, or rather trapped between the state of life and death. The tremble of your toes, testing out their existence. The draw of a white kimono pressed into your chest, the signs of the battle you had endured written across your flesh. Bandages wound tightly over weary muscles. Wrappings drawn across your ribs, snug and difficult to breathe as you attempted to fidget your fingers. Unable to properly navigate their being. Rather, unable to feel them at all. The room… the room far too familiar for your liking, though the thought was difficult to grasp. Distant memories, of laughter, and poorly bound wounds… you had never been adapt at medical care. Glimpses of a past you had left behind wrinkled into your bedding. The press of lavender hair curled upon the white bedding. Touched upon your lap. The telling curl of butterfly ribbon that threatened to shatter your heart caught upon the slightly unraveled curl of dark hair. Released from a bun that had begun to tumble in her sleep. The press of her long eyelashes into the bedding, purple hues that bordered her eyes, the small draw of her breath against your leg. Exhaustion, hours of late work having drawn upon her form. Collapsed at your side, the water basin had grown worm, as the cloth pressed between her strained fist, caught amongst the fingertips of her other hand. Your own hand, having grown numb under her strain. The Insect Hashiras fist trembled beneath her fist as her resolve to cling to your side snagged at the bandages of your fingers. Her pale complexion, illuminating of the moonlight, and the draw of her purple strands the envy of any wisteria branch. The trouble of your smile, tumbled over trembling lips. The met of your brow. To see her once more like this. To have her at your side as though no time had pass. Distant recollections of her poor bedside manners drawing an unsure smile—she had always struggled in that department. The curl of her fingers, calloused and practiced as her resolve. The worry evident in the way she curled into you, refused to release you from her hold. Nor could you bring yourself to part from her grasp.

                Words to spill. Apologies, and confessions. Heart ache, and betrayal, to bridge time lapses, and share had the years had treated you. To apologize—there were so many things you heart longed to express to her.  The soft sigh of slumber, hours of dedication in her collapse. Tears that trembled, ghosts of memories. Her laughter, her smile. Her temper. All of it within reach, and how your heart begged to see all sides of your estranged friend once more. Left with little ability to seize the closeness of yearning, the shiver of your other hand, dared to fumble through her hair. As you had so many years ago, her pride never had allowed her to confess how the Insect Hashira enjoyed having her hair soothed back. Too childish, you had understood, but in quite moments when the hours of study had drawn from your day, and sleep met her upon the veranda, you would comfort her in such ways. Smiled upon the resolve of a woman who was bound by her resolve. The quiver of your eyelashes, and the weight of tears that succumbed to gravity as you fought back the sob in the back of your throat. The curl of her bangs pressed between your fingers, as you tenderly swept her bangs from her brow. Studied the softness of her face, noted how age had captivated some of her features. Whispered prayers of gratitude to the gods who had given you one last chance. The bonds of time wearing upon your heart. You had been given, one more chance, and though you were unsure of how the passage of time, loss, and circumstances had marred your friendship, you could not help but feel relief at the sight of her so close. Within grasp, a friend your heart had desperately longed for all of these years, eternally grateful that she still remained upon this world. The care etched into your bandages, and faded memories offered the opportunity for new life. The opportunity to piece back together what remains of your friendship, or to endure her wrath… Tears that rolled upon your cheeks as you bent down, pressed your forehead to her own. Y-You would plead forgiveness, but for now.. you just..

   I missed you.

[sentienttoastah]

Canto 6 possible literary reference other than Wuthering heights?

Canto 6 already ended a while ago but I’ve recently got a thought on it which I’ve already shared with some mutuals but I thought ehh, why not make a blog post on it.

This doesn’t really relate to the plot all that much and more about the literary references used in canto 6 that isn’t confirmed yet still gave me those vibes yk. But either way they still kind of count as spoilers so It’ll be under the cut for those who haven’t got there.

LONG RANT!! I REPEAT, LONG RANT WARNING!!

It’s noted that there’s many similarities with erlking Heathcliff and those abnos based on the little red riding hood fable, as well as the clear reference to the erlkonig of course and the possibility of the hunt being a reference to the fox hunting sport popular in many parts of europe (unrelated but calling it a “sport” specifically when they do it not for food or pest reasons and only for the thrill of killing a fox is very unjust) but I’ve also noticed another potential reference.

So this is going to be a far fetched stretch and I don’t know if anyone else mentioned or thought of it before but certain bits of canto 6 really, REALLY, reminded my favourite childhood novel of mine: Watership Down.

I might just be delusional but like there really were a lot of similarities that I noticed between specific plot lines. And also considering Watership Down was one of the best selling novels of all time during its golden years it’s not that surprising if Project Moon included them right??

For those who don’t know; Watership Down is essentially a book about rabbits who, after one of them receives some kind of prophetic dream of destruction, leave their home warren to go in search of a new one. It sounds like a generic enough plot but it also tackles into topics of death and grief, the cruelty of nature, fjking politics, how much humans take their joys for granted and most importantly for me it’s also about acceptance. It’s a great book (and also old animated movie if you don’t want to take the time in reading, there’s a full one available on youtube) but that’s not the topic of discussion in this rant.

Now I’m not sure how to word this as it’s late into 3 AM as I write this so here’s a list of points and comparisons on why I think the reference might be there, more specifically on the erlking and the dead rabbits gang.

The Erlking and General Woundwort: General Woundwort is the Chief Rabbit of an opposing warren called Efrafa who is driven to attempt a siege on the down due to hatred and vengeance. The Erlking is of course very similar in being the “leader” of the Dead Rabbits and also having the same motivations by leading the hunt. Also noted that there is an implication I think that Woundwort wasn’t the original chief and got his position from some shady way.

The Dead Rabbits Gang and Efrafa Warren: Many members of The Efrafa, especially the lower class rabbits were actually kidnapped, trapped, forced or tricked into joining the warren. Similar to those mad rabbits who turned out to be T corp citizens who were experimented on. Plus they’re rabbits, obviously.

The Hunt and The Siege: This one is self explanatory but yeah. Both ends led their armies to attack a single, smaller-in-number group who pissed them off slightly lol. And both ended terribly.

Dante; Hazel and Heathcliff; Bigwig: Basically a comparison of characters. Dante being similar to Hazel and Heathcliff being similar to Bigwig. With Dante/Hazel starting off as inexperienced amateur leader who over time started to become more familiar with the traits of their group and soon adapted and developed their charisma. And Heathcliff/Bigwig being the more experienced and stubborn one who is doubtful at the beginning for their leader’s competence, but warms up and trusts them in the end. Plus that interaction with Heathcliff and Dante at the stairs part before they slowed down time can be compared to Hazel and Bigwig’s convo before Hazel made the run.

Woundwort’s Quote: One of General Wounwort’s quotes is “I fear no elil, I am the elil!”. With “elil” meaning “predator” or any carnivorous animal in rabbit language. Woundwort flipping the prey and predator roles can be compared to The Erlking, leader of the rabbits, hunting down our Heathcliff who is symbolised as a hound with his distortion.

There might be more, but for now those were the only comparisons I remember. I like to think of it kind of in the same way that Demian is not only a reference to himself as his book counterpart but at the same time is also a reference to La Petit Prince/The Little Prince. A dual reference!

though I might just be stretching it. What do you guys think? I’d love to hear thoughts :,)

[punkshort]

ik, infidelity typically isn't my thing either but i think the more i'm reading it in fic the more im like ehh okay. I love roommates tho lol I swear every chapter i've been wanting them to fuck as;lfkj well also get together in the first place so they wouldn't have to yk cheat lmaoo but i get it. Also is sam like deeply in love with her or something I was really surprised when he asked her to move in with him i was like isn't that a little soon

Sam is definitely down bad for reader. I imagine he's got his life together, he's got a good job, he's successful and making a name for himself and now he's ready to settle down.

He's simply a legit nice guy, I think that's the best way I can put it. No ulterior motives. He's handsome, smart, respectful, trustworthy, has his shit together... he's literally the total package. So naturally our girl is drawn to Joel who, by all accounts, is kind of the exact opposite. He's successful in his field but he knows it's not a good long term plan, unlike Sam who actually has a really good job where he has potential to grow.

I think Joel will start to realize what he's lacking compared to Sam and he might do some self reflecting as a result, who knows 🤨