#me screaming from the rooftops I LOVE MY FRIENDS EVERYONE SHOULD KNOW THAT I LOVE MY FRIENDS

[buoyantsaturn]

I am usually so bad at like hiding surprises and keeping secrets (that are about myself / something I'm planning. anybody else's secrets are safe with me it's just my own that aren't) so then when I succeed in surprising someone or a group of people with this thing that I have somehow restrained myself from spilling my guts about I'm always like. insanely proud of myself and will continue to pat myself on the back over it until the end of time

[itonashi]

YOU are YOU

SUMMARY : Known around the world — a genius scientist named [Name][Last Name]. Everyone sought to be her as she was deemed perfect. A young prodigy that managed to climb up the ranks alongside her friends. She met her demise at the age of 35. It shook the world. Tears fall because of her. Will there be another her?

PAIRING : aquamarine hoshino x fem!reader

WARNINGS : implied deaths, stalking, drugs, slow burn romance, more will be added.

A/N : finished chp 1! even though i was in misery because of hsr. it's okay hehe. haha. i want gepard so bad. chp 1 is kind short even though it's like 1.4k words lol. i hope you love it my staggie ! (my followers name is staggie)

"Goro, don't you miss me?"

"Why should I?" Goro glance at you with eyes that could be interpret as 'in love'. Despite his replies to you, he knew that he misses you deeply. You changed him. Your existence gave hope to him.

Before knowing the world of idols and drowning himself in work as a doctor, you were the reason he kept on living. It was like a miracle. Meeting you on his last year of middle school, someone that's 2 years older than him. He never thought he was the guy to like older women.

Your hair that flow along the wind breeze of the countryside fresh air. The usual spot of your meeting place, the hospital rooftop. "Look at you being snarky..." You make a shock face. "Don't you have work to do?" He questioned the free time you have been having these days. You have too much free time for a genius scientist that's known around the world. A prominent figure in the science world that will go through history.

One of the people who had change the world through technology. Despite being a figure in the science world, you too have made it in the entertainment industry. Just what were you doing? Trying to live nine lives? You had appear in model shoot, even become a brand's ambassador. "You really are carefree.." He added with a slight chuckle and fix his glasses. You tilt your head "Well... I'm still young after all! A young woman have to make the best of her life." You gave an eyes closed smile.

He crosses his arms together and sigh "Whatever makes you happy [Nickname]." You lightly laugh and look towards the night sky. He stare at your figure. Even when you're only standing, he could feel the aura you let out. The strong aura that just screams 'Hey! I'm an important person in this industry.' He could never compare to you.

You went close to the railing and face him — leaning onto the railing. "Gorou, do I shine like a star right now?" He widen his eyes at the sudden change of atmosphere. The words didn't come out of his mouth, instead he probably look like a gapping fish. How could he forget how your eyes look like?

It was your eyes that made him attracted to you. It shine like the stars. Your eyes twinkle and had actual stars in it. Everyone agreed that the unique things about you is your eyes. They said that your eyes were like the stars dancing around the ocean waves.

"You do shine. You shine more than other people." He responded to your question with a smile. He wish that this moment last forever but the world isn't fair.

If only he could go back to this moment and make you stay this time. Would you and him become a family? Would the smile you always hold be in his mind forever? Can he still see your smile even after death?

Even after two years of your passing, he still hasn't move on from you. Your smile was engraved in his mind. The lovely smile you had. It will always be in his heart — like you always said to him "Well, I have always been in your heart." With the little laugh you did. Your soothing voice will always be his favorite.

They will never be another you because YOU are YOU. The world will always remember you. His genius scientist.

It breaks his heart how you have mentioned about a teen girl named AI Hoshino. The girl he would help to deliver her babies. He never thought he would ever met his patient's favorite idol. He never thought he would ever met the random teen girl he has heard about from you. 

Oh right, he haven't read the letter that was given to him the day of your funeral from one of your friends. He didn't read it yet because the condition was to read it after 3 years. Were you playing with him? It has been 2 years now... Only one year left.

Funny story, he didn't have the chances to read your letter because well he's dead! Duh!

'It has been two years that I have been in this body' You frown. I guess, you're finally accustomed with this body of yours. [Name] Yoshino, that was your name in this new body, new life. Such a coincidence that you will still be using the same name as your previous life.

Reincarnation? It was such a bizarre things to happened to you. You don't believe in it but she does. How are all off your friends doing? You can only see them on the TV but it was rare to do so. In your past life, you were a genius scientist that was in a world organization. Each of your friends are from another country. They were the people that managed to top the world alongside with you.

Only some of your friends appears in the TV as half of them prefer to work behind the scenes. Well, you hope they're doing fine even after your death. Did they read the letters yet? Did Goro read the letter yet?

How is the love of your life doing? Did he move on? Did he finally have a family? How sad. If only... You weren't killed two years ago.

What's this weird feeling in your stomach? Why do you feel like something bad is going to happen? You need to keep your guard up. You walked faster and stay clear from the crowd. It was night time.

'This is bad. Something is going to happen.' You furrowed your eyebrows in frustration. You felt sick but you can't drop your guard even in the slightest. Being a prominent figure means you're prone to assassination attempt. After all, you have always been unlucky in situations.

You have steered away from the crowd. A quiet place that's still within the city of Tokyo. A woman cannot be alone, you learned that the hard way but you felt like this time you need to be alone. Is it a feeling of death? Is someone watching you?

You saw a tiny flash and glanced towards it. "A sniper... He must've known I noticed him now..." You muttered under your breath. You took a deep breath. 'I can't avoid this anymore. I'm sorry, my little brother. I'm sorry, Goro. I'm sorry to everyone that I have lied too. I was always dirty but I will forever be thankful to him for saving me. Even in my death, I want to smile for everyone. After all, I just love these people the most. Will there be a person to avenge me?' You smiled towards the sniper and mouthed 'Do your best. I have done enough in this world, probably.'

Bang!

Blood splattered everywhere. A shot on the head is bound to be messy. The sniper gritted his teeth. 'I love you' was the last words you mouthed the moment you were shot on the head. The bloods on your clothes, hair, floor. Everything is messy. The messy life you have been living as a genius scientist. Do you actually want to live as a genius again? You can't keep lying to yourself.

You remembered your last moments very clearly. It can't never be erase from your memories. The date of your death. The time of your death. The place of your death. You can never forget about it.

Will you be lucky in this new life?

Or

Will you be miserable again?

You shake of the negative thoughts. At least you have parents in this life but they're weird, in your opinion. Well, who knows what will happen in the future. You're not some kind of god. Just a genius. A 'lucky genius' that's what they call you in your past life but no one knew of your past except for your uncle. Your past life's uncle. The man who took care of you after the death of your parents. Where is he now?

"[Name]! There you are!" Oh, it's your mom. Akemi Yoshino, the woman who hold you for nine months. She's a beauty to say the least. She held you in her arms and kiss your cheek. You make a gibberish sounds to pretend. Your father, Kazuo Yoshino watch by the sidelines and only smiled. What a weirdo. Either way, you don't know if you will get close with your own father.

Your mother was a actress that quit due to being pregnant. Was she popular? Kinda. She have made an appearance in a commercial ad. Your father is a film director that's famous. Means, you came from a rich family now. Not that you weren't rich in your past life. To be born into a family on the entertainment industry is a stress though.

Expectations will come for you.

TAGLISTS : @glitch-karma @kult-o @miyakoa (if you ever change your use pls inform. i couldn't tag some of you.)

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[fandomsoda]

So… we’ve come this far, huh?

Today is officially the one year anniversary of my time on Tumblr, and the one year anniversary of my friendship with the lovely person who is @/dinosaurzzz (the slug cat on the right is its sona!).

It is honestly incomprehensible to me that it has been a full year since I got on this site and honestly it has completely changed my life. I have grown more as a person in this year than I believe I ever have in my whole prior life combined. I have found a community where I am loved, where I am safe, and where I am given the space to learn and grow from my mistakes, and that is completely fucking invaluable to me. And I will forever thank Dino for being the final thing to push me to finally get on this site that I already figured would be perfect for me. It has been such a wild ride, and even if Tumblr has muffled the reach of my posts at the moment, I am going to scream this one from the rooftops, and try to show appreciation for everyone who has helped me along this journey.

First of all shout out to my incredible partner @wishtale-blogs, she is the love and light of my life and she truly understands me and has my back. I never, ever thought that I would meet someone who both gets me completely and contrasts me perfectly and having her in my life is something I would never trade absolutely anything for. When you’re young it seems like destiny for partnerships to fall apart simply by nature of it being so early in life, but I genuinely feel as if this is unshakable, and I’m just.. so happy to have her.

And with that I’d next like to shout out our adoptive sons, @karineverse and @the-selfmade-gods. Both of you are absolute angels, lights of my life and people that I would protect with my life. Thank you so much for being here for me and being here for all of your friends and staying strong through all you’ve been through. I’m proud of you, truly I am so proud of you and I love you as if you were my own flesh and blood.

Now, I am going to list out every single person I can think of whom I consider a friend. There will not be elaboration here as this post will be long enough as-is, but just know that I could write a blurb for each of you for why I adore you so much, some of you a whole essay. If your name is not here and you consider us friends, do not hesitate to message or ask me about it, I never want to leave people out and I know how anxiety-inducing it can be to not wind up on one of these lists with someone you care about. That being said, here are the names of all of my amazing friends, in no particular order:

@twinklesporkle, @justanidiotartist, @nyxus-nyx, @jupiter-nwn, @rib-rabbitmask, @still-got-no-idea, @liliallowed, @ashburntcat, @ponnedapple, @person-of-many-names, @itzcherrybonbon, @spamsbylee, @nevil-gonslek, @duckielikeserror, @psycho-chair, @letsatomicbanana, @starmonsterrr, @midnightstarshadow, @colorfulpaintspills, @kenopsia-ksp, @autisticseapanda, @hiro-doodlez, @cherrio-krispz, @emerald-onion, @the-save-star-anomaly, @everydaygremlin, @dreamsb0u, @skylerfurmaniac, @meimeikyu, @silly-inksans-stuff, @sketchingstars03, @shenanogram, @sargentvenipede

And with these friends, I’d also like to take a moment to thank followers of mine who I’ve never known super personally but still value immensely. I don’t truly know you guys, but you seem amazing, thank you so much for being here.

@hex0code, @cherrifruiti, @gloomywoomymoon, @atherflame-theconcubus, @neonordream, @finleyforevermore, @epicnightm, @youracecard, @pearbranch14823, @palisadewasp @wolvesbaneandbuttercups, @crunchontoast, @bloomyspring

Thank all of you so, so much. There would probably be more names but there is a mention limit of 50, so I had to cut some down. Either way, thank you all a million, you all mean so much to me and I think this day is truly going to be the start of a new beginning.

And to all the people who would have been here, the friends who should have been here but aren’t…

if it’s simply because we haven’t talked in a while, I hope you’re alright and I miss you.

but if it’s because you’ve harmed me, I still hope you’re alright and growing as a person. I’m sorry we didn’t work out and I promise I miss the you that I knew. I wish that things had happened differently, and even though you’re likely not seeing this I hope today can be the start of new beginnings for you too. Thanks for the impacts that you’ve left on me, even if those are scars. You guys have also helped make me into who I am, and without hardship it would be hard for me to learn.

Here’s to a new day, and any more lovely years to come.

[starlightshadowsworld]

Little cousin AU in Ghouls Rule

Heath is on edge.

He's pacing up and down the halls and it's making everyone go dizzy.

This isn't right.

"Dude, what's up with you?" Asked Deuce, concerned.

It wasnt like Heath to be anxious, not even before a test.

"Jackson's being transferred to some human school." He said, he'd stopped pacing but he was messing with his sleeve.

"Am I missing something? That should be a good thing, right?" Asks Frankie.

Heath glared.

"No! No it isn't! They haven't been in the human world before. My auntie lives across from the street from us, she's on the phone with Blood Good now."

His mum was also with her, God his auntie must be so afraid.

"Face it man, he's a normie, he's a human. Why he was in a monster school is beyond me." Says Manny.

The hallway's temperature sky rocketed.

Heaths eyes had gone white and his hair burst into flames.

"You do not call him that! If I hear you say that word again, I'm gonna shove your head so far up your" He yelled.

Clawd and Deuce got between them.

"Heath you need to chill out." Said Deuce.

"No! No I am sick of the way you guys treat my cousins!" Screams Holt, he matches up to his friends, seething.

"You know why Jackson can't go to a human school? Not only is he being taken from his family... You don't think they'd try and kill him the second they know about Holt?"

Everyone froze.

"You don't think the second they know he's part monster, because he is part monster. That they won't try to get rid of that?

See him as being under poesseion? That they won't try to 'cleanse the demon from within him.' Because the human world is sooo accepting to monsters."

He laughs.

And somehow despite him being ablaze, it sends chills down everyone's spines.

"Oh but you guys are right, they're so good to human monsters. So open, so kind, hey why don't we do a lil exchange. Why don't we send you to them, Manny? You wanna how they say your family was created?" He spat.

"Dude..."

Heath turned to look at Deuce "why don't you go, your half human Deuce why don't you go make friends with them."

Heath puts his eye on Cleo and smiles, but it's cruel. "Or hey why don't we send Cleo. She used to be one of em, hell she's more human than monster."

Cleo glares at him, but there's fear in her eyes.

Heath glares them all, tears in his eyes that start to fall.

"You wouldn't though would you? Because that's cruel. Because that's wrong. Because you know what the consequences would be... So why?! Why is it okay when it's them?! Why is it fine when it's my little brothers, when it's my family being sent to the slaughterhouse!"

He punches a locker and it shatters on impact making them all flinch.

"You don't even care, you'll actually have to find a DJ instead of triggering Holt... No matter how many times he and Jackson tell you to stop. You don't care what they want. You don't even care to get to know them.

If that were you... If that were any of your loved ones , you'd be rioting. You'd be screaming and shouting from the rooftops, wouldn't take a no and do everything you could till they were safe. And I'd be right there with you."

Heath shakes his head, letting out a sad laugh "maybe they'll be happier there... Because no one cares about em here... At Monster high, where you can be anything, be proud to be yourself with all your flaws..."

He sneers, looking down "what a joke."

"Heath, we're sorry, we didn't mean it like that. Tell is what we can do, we can help." Says Frankie.

Heath faces his friends.

"You wanna know how you can help? Stay away from me, stay away from Jackson, stay away from Holt."

"Heath! Come on man, we're friends." Said Clawd, frowning.

"Friends?" Heath says it like it leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.

"Funny... Last I checked Friends don't celebrate when their friends family is being destroyed. I should've stopped being your friends the day I knew you guys were hurting Jackson and Holt. But I hoped you'd accept them... Like an idiot."

His friends have nothing to say, theres nothing they can say to defend themselves.

"Mr Burns."

Heath turns to see Headmistress Blood Good "It's time to say your farewells."

"No... Please, you can't." All of Heaths strength dissolves into pleas.

"I'm afraid there's nothing I can do, Mr Jekyll is in my office, you can say your goodbyes their."

She tries to say professional but even she wilts under Heaths gaze.

"Fuck you..fuck you! If anything happens to them it's on your hands!" He screams, his whole body bursting into flames that Blood Good burns her hand trying to comfort him.

Heath swats her hand away, he looks at his once friends one last time... Before storming off.

No one hears anything for the next hour than Heaths sobs.

And everyone will never be able to unsee him being pulled away from Jackson.

Jackson who's also crying and trying to hold onto him.

Until he's gone.

Heath falls to his knees and screams.

A wall of fire bursting around him.

Abbey, who wasn't in that day but heard from Heaths mother, rushes in and apologises that she couldn't hold them off, feels her heart break watching him.

She can do nothing but stand as close to the fire as she can to comfort him.

But she knows that Heath won't be okay until his brothers are in his arms.

[psycheofaphaggot]

we’re opening the floodgates people because the only thing i think about ever, and what i WILL shout from the top of every rooftop i come across

DINA IS THE PERFECT WOMAN.

i don’t care. i don’t care what anyone else says. i don’t care if your opinion is different because you’re wrong.

she’s witty, she smart, she’s incredibly fucking kind, patient, and yet so strong willed and never not willing to speak her thoughts even when she’s unbelievably scared. she’s so perfect it hurts honestly.

one of the things that breaks me the most about dina and ellie’s dynamic throughout the entirety of part 2 is dina’s part in it all. her, irrevocably in love with one of her closest friends, JUST after finally confessing to one another officially is suddenly thrust into a WAR where she can only be a bystander. ignoring the whole pregnancy thing, just that is fucking insane.

and she handles it with the utmost care and patience. moreso than honestly anyone around her deserved (not that these characters didn’t deserve kindness).

i could go in depth about how much i believe ellie williams is one of the best representations of PTSD in modern media today but as much as seeing that breaks me, watching dina deal alongside her is infinitely worse. ellie is a character who has just lost her entire world basically, only a few years after seemingly losing her purpose for being alive at all. with no closure. she’s sad, she’s angry, she’s broken, she feels essentially unloveable.

and dina treats her with the gentleness of a morning breeze. you know the thing thats like “character who feels unloveable and the other character who loves them like its breathing”? yeah.

dina is patient, kind, stable. she is exactly the thing that ellie needs. she never blames ellie for her outbursts, she never insinuates that ellie should get over her emotions faster, and even better she doesn’t even treat ellie like glass that could shatter at any moment. she just loves her. in the easiest way one could possibly be loved.

and its hard. it’s difficult and they both go through an unbelievable amount of trauma together and yet they still come out on top. they’re still able to build the semblance of a life together in the ashes of what they’ve lost.

as someone who identifies a lot of myself in ellie. everything about their love and how they love each other does nothing but break me apart. its so full of hope yet so layered in nothing but destruction. it really is the worst kind of despair. especially because of their end. all of that work and just the existence of trauma is what throws it back in her face.

i am not the most eloquent person. im sure my thoughts are jumbled and insane and hard to understand when i write them out like this. but there are so many aspects of this games that are so fucking admirable. naughty dog found a way to tell a tragic story full of people. not good people, not bad people. just humans, and the world would devolve into when pushed to the absolute edge. and even before that. it is a story of the human race at its most raw.

and its heartbreaking. its enjoyable, its sadistic, its humorous and it’s absolutely gut wrenching. its beautiful.

this series will probably never not be my favorite game ever. i will scream about it and look like a crazy person, and i will keep finding more and more things to love about it.

but this is a ramble when its really supposed to be a dina appreciation post. i love her. everyone should love her. she’s such an amazing person and i think about her constantly. i hope that wherever she ended up, her and JJ live the happiest and most fulfilling life they can.

[petrichoraline]

Thai BL Favorites List Tag Game

i got tagged in the summer lmao i've been struggling cause i simply can't make a completely honest list - my taste is too fluid and the definition of "fave" is a blur to me

thank you to my lovely @tenprem and @littleragondin for tagging me, consider yourselves tagged again in case your answers differ vastly from your previous ones hahah

💓Fave bl: default answer is Bad Buddy, current - Last Twilight and Cherry Magic..and Cooking Crush

👨🏻‍🤝‍👨🏻Favourite pairing: as in actors? if i say GunSing am i gonna get ToddBlack again? (im fine with DrakeSing too y'know, im just being teased atp)

honestly i don't know, i think of actors i really like but i'm not big on their counterparts..? i enjoy it a lot when they mix and match, i don't have anyone i particularly follow.. i will say MaxTul were super powerful, i really appreciate the bonds between a lot of pairs like ForceBook and i think some of them have amazing chemistry like FirstKhao but even though there are a few i would always try to tune in for like OffGun and YinWar, there's no one i can call a fave, i don't think..currently JimmySea are eating it up tho

🎭Most underrated actor: just the Wayufilm crew in general, I see them do fundraiser lives on yt all the time and I don't think they're that well known by the fandom

🧍‍♂️Favorite character: ig it is Karan currently, Tay really made the character shine in a different way than Machida Keita's Kurosawa and i can't get enough of those puppy eyes

🕴Favorite side character: rn it might be Metha from Cooking Crush? he's just a bit too charming for someone i'd punch if i met him irl..or Fire, i think writing about him made me fond, they're both so..this

📽Favorite scene: from all the thai bls i've seen?? there's beauty like THAT ITSAY scene, there's unexpected scenes i come back to like WaanTul in the last episode of Between Us, there's Nuea and Toh finally getting everything out in the open..there's the Kitty Gang in FUTS going up the elevator, the ep.5 KinnPorsche scene..most of PatPran's scenes!! like how am i supposed to even start choosing lmao

i'm gonna say (after i catch up with my shows this whole list would prolly be different, it could be Karan's scream soon) the one from my recent shows is the rooftop scene from LTTS..sue me for being basic, i'll plead guilty

📝Favorite line: nth has ever quite stuck with me as "do you want us to be friends?" "no." so let's go with it

🃏Most anticipated bl and why: let's say Jack and Joker hahah, I hope it works out <3 i want to see a project YinWar have certain freedom over completed successfully - even if it ends up not being my thing, they deserve to share their talents and artistic vision. they are trying something new, maybe there will be a nice balance between comedy and drama and also it seems like those characters are meant to be whipped for each other and YinWar can pull that off splendidly

👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨Healthiest relationship in a bl: PatPran and PuenTalay are the first to come to mind, the communication and conflict resolution skills are on another level

💢Most toxic relationship in a bl: I suppose it would be VeeMark before the end or maybe DimGreen from 2gether? I also personally don't like Mayom and Nadia from My Ride but I can't tell if they're actually toxic 😄 and im reminded of GramBlack cause that friendship sucks imho

OH WAIT PiMork is pretty bad. yeah, maybe not the worst but they've got a spot on the list..and ig TehOhAew but I have not actually seen s2 so overall I don't have a definitive opinion :')

🍿Guilty pleasure series: i guess it would be Cause You're My Boy (My Tee) because everyone hates on it but I binged it and had a good time 🤷‍♀️ also I Will Knock You cause it has some questionable elements but it's also very special

❎Most underrated series: out of what I've seen it would obviously be Rainbow Lagoon but it's two episodes, not sure if it counts as a series.. really sweet short watch though, you should give it a try here 🥰

also maybe The Best Story? I didn't like it that much because of the ending but it's younger YinWar and I never hear anyone talk about it; I'd say they were pretty good at it 😊

i'm tagging @sommmnus @forcebook @catboyjosten @sparklyeyedhimbo @lovesickfolly @sollucets as per usual no pressure and sorry if youve done it ❤

[northerngoshawk]

12, 21, 22 for the choose violence ask game 🔥

thanks for the ask, hotwife!!!

12. the unpopular character you like and why more people should like them

this is one i feel like kataang fandom in particular could use a little more work liking, if i'm being honest. actually, scratch that, i think everyone in fandom could use a little bit more work liking this character.

and that is... zuko.

not fanon zuko, mind you - canon zuko. because let's be honest, canon zuko is far less popular most people would want to admit. they hold up a woobified oc and claim that it's zuko, but fanon zuko is really just aang in zuko's body.

canon zuko, on the other hand, throws temper tantrums like a brat and is a racist, colonist piece of work. he's impulsive and reckless (in all the wrong ways) and berates everyone who's around him. he's crappy even to his friends and family, betraying his uncle for his sister and chasing after his perceived "honor," trampling everyone - even an extinct culture - underfoot.

so why do i like him? because of his friendship with aang.

i know a lot of kataangers dislike zuko because of how his stans scream his praises from the rooftops and demonize aang for things not even a thousandth of what zuko has done in canon. similarly, i know a lot of so-called zuko "fans" absolutely hate it when someone (rightfully) points out zuko's flaws in canon, hitting them with the "but he apologized for it!1!1!"

which... no.

instead, what i find beautiful about zuko is how his relationship with aang changed him, how his redemption arc was fueled in part because aang extended a hand of friendship out towards him. i also really, really enjoy delving deep into zuko's rightful guilt about being part of an imperialist nation, of helping his nation continue their conquest over the world, even if he didn't directly contribute to the air nomad genocide or fought as a soldier against the water tribes or the earth kingdom. and it's always aang, who should have more reason than most to hate zuko, who forgives zuko, and from that zuko learns how to heal and forgive himself and be better.

that's the zuko i like from atla. not the bad-boy, suave, blameless womanizer that fanon likes to uphold, but zuko, who has done wrong and will continue to do wrong, who will still stumble as he grows and learns, who may not ever unlearn some of the things he's been taught, but who will still try because his friends are right by his side and can help him back up when he falls... even if they have to call him out for it.

21. part of canon you think is overhyped

zuko's and azula's agni kai. i think everyone focuses on it because it involves two fire nation siblings duking it out.

even withholding the shipping lens, i've found that a lot of fandom tends to hyperfixate on the fire nation, from only exploring those characters to even explicitly defending them from anyone who points out they're an imperialist nation.

and we all know which ship fandom just loves that scene🙄

why not more love for aang vs ozai?? an epic battle betwee the last of an extinct nation and an imperial who wants to kill him off, a battle that was only won when aang held steadfast to his values as the last air nomad. in a world that told him he couldn't be both the avatar and the air nomad, he looked them in the eye and said, "i can, and i will."

and i think that's a beautiful message for everyone to hear.

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

i'mma be honest, despite shipping kataang... i don't really consider myself a shipper. i don't tend to look at media through the lens of my favorite ship, so as a result, i sometimes feel almost... disconnected from the shipping community as a whole.

the most notable example of this being the balcony scene with aang and katara during The Avatar State. a lot of kataang shippers love that scene because it shows how worried katara is for aang, which is great! don't get me wrong, everyone has their own lens and they are valid... most of the time.

but for me, it was less about that and more about the conflict between aang as the avatar and aang as a person and what it means for katara. because if you think about it, when katara grew up, all she has ever heard was legends of the avatar, this godly deity who could singlehandedly stop the 100 year war - only to find that he was just a kid, like her.

so for me, that scene wasn't so much that she was telling aang that she loved him as it was that she was worried about losing aang, her friend, to aang the avatar. she was worried that in the process of trying to stop the war, he would lose his humanity, sacrificing it for the "greater good" - something something similar to how he didn't want to lose his heritage as an air nomad for the sake of victory something something parallels something something. i could go on, but this ask is already getting long, so i'mma stop it here for the sake of your and my sanity.

choose violence ask game

[tltw-wrestling]

The Love That Whirls, An Introduction

One of my biggest loves is women's pro wrestling. Ever since the early 2000s when I started watching wrestling, I was amazed by the women who found their way to the top. I loved Lita and Trish Stratus and was floored by how incredible the Gail Kim and Awesome Kong feud was. However, with the lack of exploratory knowledge of the Internet and lack of critical research I missed out on the best of the best from that time that had happened outside of major promotions and what little from Japan I knew about. I ended up falling away from really diving deep into it. I had seen the rise of 4 horsewomen of NXT and learned more and more about STARDOM as it grew in popularity. Social media helped give me glimpses of Tokyo Joshi Pro Wrestling (TJPW) and other smaller joshi promotions. AEW also helped with giving me exposure to the international scene, as well as the ill-fated NXT UK. Though, I never REALLY stayed focused on women's wrestling.

In 2023 however, I started watching TJPW more seriously. I wanted to really dive deeper after being inspired watching old joshi matches and video essays about the modern scene. I was also seeing American independent wrestlers I was familiar with participating in TJPW shows. So, I borrowed my friend's Wrestle Universe account and watched TJPW Grand Princess '23. I was amazed by how much fun I had watching, and wanted more. Not just more of TJPW, but I wanted to pay more attention to STARDOM, Marvelous, Sendai Girls, Pure-J, anything women's wrestling I could find. I initially included that with paying attention to more wrestling overall, and was rating matches across the board I enjoyed. Then it dawned on me that while I know that men's wrestling could be great, I was just losing immense amounts of interest. Especially in American wrestling and New Japan. Meanwhile, I was drawn back again and again to the women.

I started with deep diving into TJPW, STARDOM and as much of the American scene that was available to me (AEW, WWE, ROH, Impact and various others). I've put money into WRESTLE UNIVERSE, Marvelous and PURE-J. I got into Actwres Girl'Z, OZ Academy, WAVE and Sendai Girls. I know far more about the current picture than I did in March when I started. This has led me to wanting to not just rate matches or throw a few quick opinions out on Elon's hellhole or anywhere else. I decided that I should really consider covering the women's wrestling scene.

That's where this blog comes in.

While I am not ready to get started yet, I am looking to get fully invested in taking in as much women's wrestling as I can next year. I want a fresh start in January, and cover everything. These women bust their butts, and I want to just appreciate it and tell everyone all about it. From Tokyo Dome week to WrestleMania weekend, from the theaters and clubhouses in America to Arena Mexico. Wherever there is women's wrestling, I want to see it and tell you about it. On top of that, I want to deliver my thoughts on classics from time to time.

The Love That Whirls will be a new venture for me, but I want to try and bring the Internet the best writing I can produce about what I am passionate about. I can't just scream from the rooftops or post loudly from social media to watch things. I have to get as much of what I watch out there for the world to see, and learn about scenes I am less familiar with new and old. The importance of women's wrestling can only be shown if given the love and attention it deserves, and that's what I promise to deliver.

See y'all soon. I might post a classic review or two before the year gets started and offer a look back at 2023 if time allows.

[tonberry-yoda]

Look who's back again, it's me! I have a sequel to the present mic one! Present mic wants to get a tattoo, but doesn't realize how long and painful it is. I imagine him clinging to male yn and sobbing, but never moving out of fear of making the pain worse.

(Bonus points if he gets it on his side/on his ribs, it's one of the most painful spots-)

OMG I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! but thank you so much for the request i absolutely loved this one!!! i really hope you enjoy and apologies again my friend! i hope you have a great day @meepmoopmaap

Getting a Tattoo - Present Mic

Pairing - Present Mic x reader

Warnings - mention of a needle for tattooing

Word Count - 459

Notes - (not my image) i love getting requests from you so much omg. thank you so so much for this amazing idea and i really hope you enjoy!! now im going to bed lol i hope you enjoy!!! <33

“Babe!!!” Mic ran up to you, shaking you while you were just trying to enjoy your time sitting on the couch playing some video games.

“Oh my god what Mic?!” You looked into his spiraly green eyes which were full of excitement.

“I wanna get a tattoo!”

“What?! No way! Not after what happened with the piercing! This is ten times worse I swear to god.”

“Come on dude! I already have the design I want. I just wanted to dedicate it to the rooftop pals back in high school!” He shoved a piece of paper in your face of the most beautiful tattoo you had ever seen.

“Mic… it's beautiful.”

“So… Uh… I'm gonna go get it… wanna come with me?” He fiddled with his keys and gave you a hopeful look.

“Of course I'll come with you, Mic.”

---

“Wait a goddamn minute!” You were in the bathroom for not even two minutes and came back to find the design Mic wanted on his ribcage to give him a little idea of what he was going to get and get the pre tracing sketch. “You didn't tell me you wanted it on your ribcage, Mic! That’s an awful idea!”

“Oh, come on! I thought it would be cool right there. And hidden.”

“Mic… you do know that the ribcage is the most painful place to get a tattoo… right?”

“Oh, it can't be that bad! I got a piercing, so this should be fine!”

---

“Y/N! I'M SCARED!” Mic freaked out the moment the tattoo artist came in with the needle. “I DIDN'T THINK IT WOULD LOOK LIKE THAT!!!”

You sighed. This man was impossible, but god you loved him. “You’ll be fine, Mic. Plus, it's to commemorate friends, right?”

Mic nodded, trying not to look at the needle as tears pricked his eyes.

“You got it, Mic. I know you do.” You pressed a kiss onto the corner of his mouth, which made him automatically more confident.

But to no avail.

Mic screamed through the entire tattoo while grabbing onto you. He didn't want to move an inch so as to not ruin the tattoo and in fear that it would somehow be more painful. You definitely had a couple of bruises after that grabbing from Mic. Luckily, the parlor was mostly empty, but you knew that everyone outside could hear your loud boyfriend.

It felt like forever, but eventually, the tattoo was done.

Mic teared up looking in the mirror at the finished design, not only from the pain, but from the art itself. “I love it.”

“You did great, bubba.” You kissed Mic on the cheek and looked at the tattoo. “I love it.”

“This is gonna hurt to heal, huh?”

“You’re a big boy.”

[tigerdrop-official]

i saw you take Submissions

akumatised!capicorn x tigergdrop

No…… This can’t be hapening!

After Light Chedder attached the city, they had been leaving from the battle. Capciron was in the back, lagging behind everyone else, and this worried tigerdrop.

Are they ok,…….?

Tony thought to himself. His magenta orbs trained on them.

No….! something is wrong.

Capricorn stopped before they left the rooftop. Now it was just them two.

“Capricorn..?..” he asks, softly. His voice trembles like he wants to be so careful with him but knows he cannot, for they are not lovers.

“What’s wr-” he was cut off. A butterfly creepys over Capricorns shoulder. Deep purple lighting effects swirl and glow around Capricorn. And now, they are no longer Capirocorn.

Tigerdrop gasps. When Capicorn looks up, her face is filled with…. evil!

Dark purple squiggly stuff begins to glow around her and transforms him into…… SATAN! There horns are black adn they have black makeup around their eyes that drips into a deep red, their outfit is also deep red and bloody and there’s a gruesome stitching pattern around their heart like its been ripped out, but thats  just the costume.

“Uhhh… guys?” Tigerdrop calls for help. But every one else has left, believing the city to be safe. But it isn’t.

Satan lurches for Tigerdrop, clawed hands (they have long black claws now where the black also covers their fingers like an ombre) grabbing to get him. His bolas are knocked to the ground… he is defenseless!

“TIGERDROP” Satan growls.

Tigedrop is knocked to the ground, and pinened under Satan’s strength. “N-no, Capricorn. I… I know your still in there…” he cries.

“IM SATAN NOW,” he hisses. And then he bites tigerdrop on the arm, and Tony screams like he’s just a civisizen, like the people he should protect. but right now he cannot protect himself and it fills his heart with existential fear.

“AHHHHH” screams Tigerdrop.

“Heehehehehehe…” Laughs Satan.

“Why are you doing this…?” Tigerdrop cries. Tears are flooding over his magenta irises, threatening the dryness of his super hero mask. This is also so embarrassing, but he dont care right now.

Satan Bites him again. Tony cries because he cannot hurt his best friend, even like this…..

“Because Tiger drop….” Capricorn… no, Satan…. begins to sniffle. “I long for you… with every fiber of my being…. but we are just friends.. best friends. It hurts so much to love you when you will never love me!!!”

….TO BE CONTINUE

(A/N THANK YOU TIGER DROP!!!!)

THANK YOU for the fic im pinning it to my fridge. i love satan’s costume tumblr user imliterally12

[ieuvb]

special - choi yeonjun

being rejected by someone who you thought you were special to them is something.

but is it your fault that you gradually fell for yeonjun who started to pay attention to you out of nowhere? i mean , why would he even talk to you? why would he take notes for you when you’re busy helping out the teachers and students? why would he even bother to buy you lunch when you’re preoccupied with your class president duties? why would he wait for you outside of the school and help you carry your bag to the bus stop?

they should have meaning behind it don’t they? they just can’t be meaningless acts of service.

"i’m sorry y/n but i don't feel the same way." "what do you mean? i thought you liked me because of how you act around me , helping me , waiting for me , being so nice to me. what was that?" he looked at you all confused. "i-i do that for everyone , i’m sorry for giving you hopeless hope. i’m not trying to be mean , you’re pretty and nice but you’re not my type , i just wanted to be your friend cause you look lonely and are our class president. i wanted to help around."

you thought you were special to him but i guess you weren't  from the start.

all those memories you shared meant nothing to him? he only wanted to be your friend cause you looked lonely , so he never truly cared about you? how did you become so blinded by love that you missed the fact that you were nothing and that he treated everyone the same? pathetic.

"i’ll see you in class then?" he then leaves the school rooftop by himself. you wanted to scream not because you were angry at him , but because you couldn't believe you were so stupid and naive to not notice. how are you going to get rid of this feeling? it doesn't help that he's your classmate.

finally able to gather your thoughts , you left the rooftop before another class started. you ignored yeonjun’s presence as if he didn't exist , this could do for while you try to move on , which you know will be difficult.

sorry for any typos or grammar mistakes

hopefully i'm getting better at writing angst , slightly rushed

[mariamariquinha]

Versos de Placer (Colonel Carrillo x f!reader) - Two

Summary: Things heated up a little on your first fieldwork. Maybe it was time to face the reality of a war - and put your trained legs in good use.

Word count: 2.1k (got a little excited in comparison with the first one hehe)

Warnings: A few bad words, mentions of drug trafficking, talks about parental issues, slight violence, use of guns and... uuh, tried to work on my Spanish here, I’m still struggling with it. Every chapter will have specific warnings! (If I miss something, let me know).

Author’s Note: It came fast, I know, but my mind couldn’t stop thinking about this chapter and then BOOM, an early update. 

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

I still don’t have a taglist, but my inbox are open for eventual new works if you want! Like, comment or reblog! I would love to know what you’re all thinking! ❤

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Anyone could be working with Escobar. Well, it wouldn’t be an overstatement to say everyone could be involved with the cartel.

The vendors placed around the dirt road looked so… normal, tho. The children running around, the sun bringing some warmth to the little fair… It looked, even for a second, that this war wasn’t happening or they’re just used to it.

Carrillo was one of these people. Not so differently from the others, though, he grew up facing it, but decided to do something. He did meet your father, you knew it right away comparing the periods and the experience he had “dealing” with communist guerrillas. 

So when his men started to search in houses on a small area away from Medellín, you didn’t find it surprising to see the population giving weird looks and suspicious glances in your direction. You did what you told you would, standing away from the action while observing. 

“It’s a complicated spot,” You said to Trujillo, who was keeping on his best efforts to stay with you. “We all stay too exposed here.”

“Sometimes I think Escobar is leading our work.” He said, crossing his arms. “You can’t catch someone who has the people on his hands.”

“Not everyone, I assume.”

“The ones who trust your friends enough to give information are waiting for a reward… This is not honorable. And they can change their minds to put all of this down.”

You didn’t answer that, mostly because he was right, in a way. Not that what Carrillo did looked honorable too, but who were you to say something? The daughter of a man who used to give the Colombians the best methods to torture someone? 

Instead, you looked up to the people on the rooftops, paying so much attention that any movement could be watched by them. Nothing to worry about for a time, but you had the impression something was off. 

A shot made you start running, but not to escape from the line of the shooter. It didn’t hit anyone, which could be a warning shot or a decision made by a person who wasn’t used to holding a gun, and probably you’re the only one able to see them running through the houses. 

You passed by doors, balconies, narrow terrains and even a rooftop or two. Not unusual, but a big new experience considering the circumstances of it all. The chase just stopped when you both reached in another tiny alley that divided two blocks of houses.

“Stop!” You screamed, gun already in hand. 

It should make you shiver, maybe hesitate, but your adrenaline was in full swing when that person turned around with a shaky hand holding a gun. A kid, you pointed out, a fucking kid. 

“Escucha, necesito que sueltes el arma, ¿de acuerdo? No voy a lastimarte.” Listen, I need you to drop the gun, all right? I will not hurt you.

"¡Estos cretinos me van a matar! ¡Sabía que iban a venir por mí!” These bitches are going to kill me! I knew they were going to come after me!

“¡Te garantizo que no pasará nada, pero necesito que sueltes el arma!” I guarantee you nothing will happen, but I need you to drop the gun!

“¿Cómo puedes garantizarme esto? ¡Yo no te conozco!” How can you guarantee me this? I don’t know you!

“Ten por seguro que si dejas que te atrapen será mucho peor.” Rest assured that if you let them catch you, it will be much worse.

The sound of screams and eventual footsteps of the men coming behind you grabbed his attention, which made you nod because it was a sign of fear. Good to know, then. A real mean person wouldn’t think twice about shooting you, more so become afraid like that. 

You tried to make it fast when the boy dropped the gun on the floor, the same shaky hands raised to the air and some tears wetting his face. 

“Está bien ahora, nadie saldrá lastimado.” It's alright now, no one will get hurt. Your handcuffs did a good job to stabilize him, so you could talk in a low tone. He just nodded multiple times, sniffing. 

Steve and Javier came first, panting and sweating but able to catch the scene in front of them. They looked at your equally tired face, then to the gun on the floor and the boy. 

“... Good cardio.” Peña mentioned before putting the gun back on his holster, giving some steps closer to grab the boy by the arm. 

“Did someone get shot?” You asked Steve, who just shook his head while catching the abandoned gun. 

“Just you.”

*

Carrillo was staring at you when the questions started to pop out of your mouth, the boy freed from the handcuffs and seated beside his mother at an interrogation room in the Search Bloc. They didn’t know much, no; Murphy would tell you that Escobar could use some scapegoats to make small negotiations with the population, enough to keep them with their mouths shut, and they were in the middle of it. At least there were common names from the early investigation, which reinforced solid suspicions. 

This family - Montoya - lost a husband and an older son to the cartel and they were planning to leave Medellín when the operation took place. That shot could get them killed; luckily, it also gave them a chance to leave the country with government protection, under the condition of a signed agreement to exchange any information. 

It wasn’t ideal to let them go, but the circumstances didn’t bother anyone that much. 

“Too much for a start?” Peña asked. It was already late at night in the office and Steve left early, leaving just the two of you there.

“Considering the amount of bureaucracy and a long speech from Messina, it’s still routine.”

He scoffed and gestured a pack of cigarettes to you, which you denied.

“Trying to stop.” 

“Were you a girl scout or something?” There was a teasing tone on his voice when he sat beside your desk. 

“I was,” You laughed a little. “But no one taught me how to do this.”

“The value is what matters, isn’t it? You kinda chased an armed boy across Medellín practically blind and all…” Your face was fixed on the typewriter as he spoke, and the first part of the conversation even made you smile. “Admires me that you’re not going well with Carrillo.”

Yeah, that was it. You could imagine that he was keeping an eye on that specific detail of your arrival, more so for the way he reacted back then, when the first encounter happened. 

So you sighed, leaning on your chair and looking at the curious expression on Peña’ face. 

“We’re not gonna talk about it.”

“But it makes sense to ask, yeah? You sounded mad at the way he talked to you that day.”

“Because I don’t think that’s how you welcome a person, acting like a fucking sexist.”

“We both know that Carrillo wasn’t referring to your gender.” You got silent, staring at him for a moment before turning to the open window and sighing. 

Being really honest, you tried not to think much about the situation. First day, these things happened, and it wasn’t like you all had time to be friendly. You knew it. To work on Medellín, you shouldn’t expect strong friendships - on best occasions, you need to build strategic partnerships. 

Javier wasn't there to make friends; much less Carrillo. Still, he was there, asking for the sake to keep his own partnerships intact. 

“I’m not a big fan of my father. We… We kinda don’t talk, you know? And I know what kind of reputation he has, especially here, so I just don’t wanna be associated with it.”

But that was something people outside of your personal life didn’t know. Because even in your best efforts to keep your distance from that reality, you were like him in feeling insistently hurt by the impact of his work on your relationship with your parents. 

“Did you read my background?” 

“Sure.” He answered before puffing a breath of cigarette smoke. 

“Be honest with me and tell me if my work is relatable to him.”

“... No, not at all. As I said, girl scout.”

“So we have an agreement with that.”

“But Carrillo doesn’t know it.”

It was your turn to scoff at him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“There’s no need to be aware of it to be polite with me in the first place, Javier,” The statement made him raise an eyebrow and tilt his head to the side. “Sincerely, if that means he’ll let me do my work here, I don’t care about his opinions. It’s just my second day after all and… Well, we can see that there’s a lot to happen.”

He considered your words for a time, nodding to himself as if he had some personal thoughts about the whole situation. The beat of silence gave you an excuse to go back to your report, and it stayed like that for a time - just your typing fingers and the smell of his cigarette. 

“He asked if you’re okay.” The comment caught you by surprise, but Javir just stood up nonchalantly as if it was nothing. “And, uh… I know he can be tough, particularly I can’t even promise he’ll be nice, but he saw your competence today. Good to know you’re able to prove it.”

*

That was the part when you acted like your mother, being all complacent and empathetic just because. Of course you weren’t expecting him to be there in his office, late at night, and you should wait until the next day to give him a copy of the transfer documents for any suggestion about the procedures. 

But you thought back about what Javier said; more so, about your acknowledgment about his references as a military. When you saw him sitting on his desk by the door, you knocked at the door frame. 

“Yes?” He asked. 

“I need to give you the Montoya’ documents. Just to check.” 

Carrillo didn’t show any hesitance to gesture for you to enter and got back to whatever he was doing when you got closer - late reports from the Montoya deaths. 

“They usually don’t do that,” His voice was low when he grabbed the file from your hands. “Why do you want me to check?”

“Because Peña did. I prefer to be sure that all the parts agree.”

He hummed. 

“I’ll take a look tonight.” 

“Thank you.”

“Mm-hm.”

You looked around the room for a moment, taking on the bottle of bourbon by his side and the lighted cigarette in the ashtray. His features, luminated by the light of a table lamp showed a man with a lack of sleep and a lot of work to do, with no intention to stop. 

And maybe you shouldn't say anything; just go home, your work is over anyway and you're tired of the day's episodes. 

Maybe, of course.

“Peña told me you asked if I’m okay.”

His eyes, before attentive to the papers, disentangled themselves to your face, frowning. 

“He did?”

“Naturally.”

Again, a nod.

“And you are?”

“I assume he told you that my cardio is good,” You put both your hands behind your back. “But if we’re talking about a teenager pointing a gun at me, it kinda got me off-guard.”

“That’s how things work around here. Unpleasant surprises are routine.”

“Yeah, I got it.” You pursed your lips for a time. 

“Maybe it’s my moment to apologize for my behavior, then. You looked ready to get shot back then and… I admire that.” 

Wow. Admire, huh?

“Good to know.”

When he didn’t say anything to elaborate, you understood his intentions to not force a situation, so you gestured with your head before giving two steps back.

“I’ll wait for your feedback tomorrow. Good night, Colonel.”

“Good night, agent.”

You turned to leave, already back to the door.

“Ah, just so you know…” Carrillo raised his head again at your voice, because your mind was loud enough to prevent you from saying something more. “My father told me to be the one shooting against the narcos, but I like to keep in mind that the power we hold depends on your decision to not pull the trigger.” 

“Sometimes you’ll need to take the other way of that decision.”

“You’re right.” You nodded. “But until then, you can ask directly to me if I’m fine. I promise I won’t bite on daily-basis.”

If that was a peace sign or just some banal conversation he'd forget, you didn't know. But Carrillo narrowed his eyes, shook his head and grinned discreetly.

“I’ll remember that.”

[twisted-tales-told]

20 and 23 pls :)

Purest ship:

Pandalily and Jegulily.

Listen I know the controversy around Jegulily, I know that it can be portrayed in a very problematic light and that is not what I'm talking about here.

The thing is, it's usually really fucking wholesome when it is written. It doesn't usually have much smut and as an ace person I really appreciate that some days.

It's usually really light, fluffy oneshots that don't include the war. Sometimes I just need Regulus braiding Lily's hair while James is drinking a hot chocolate and gazing at them fondly.

Pandalily is Pandalily. It's the dark acedamia & cottage core girlfriends and there should be a show like heartstopper about them.

Unpopular character I love: *keep in mind I Genuinely have such a poor grasp on what's "popular" vs what I like. Popularity is a social construct and therefore I don't recognize it when I see it.

@thebattlehamster converted me. I love Peter. I love Peter so much. He's amazing and y'all are reading the wrong fics if you think otherwise. I have so much planned for Peter. So much.

I love Evan Rosier. And he's not unpopular, but your Evan Rosier is not MY Evan Rosier and I don't know how to explain that. I've only seen Evan done the way I see him in one fic, and I also strongly dislike that fic because it has straight Regulus. Those two things shouldn't coexist but they do and I don't like it either.

You're getting an unpopular headcanon along with this because I want to scream it from the rooftops. You got a hint of it in My Jamie and I can't stop thinking about it.

Frank and Mary were best friends.

He feels responsible for everyone all the time, but he doesn't really have to worry about that with Mary, and can just be in the moment with her. He isn't playing a "role" if that makes sense.

And Mary is unhinged but in a chaotic neutral way. Like she wants to go rollerskating in the hallways at one am, she wants to watch pureblood men freak out over muggle tech. Mary MacDonald wants a friend who is put together, won't take shit too far, but is till willing to do unhinged things with her. And Frank Longbottom is that person.

This Ask Game! 

[galactic-dragoness]

Rain

“Cooper?”

Inspector Fox calls out to the outlaw raccoon. He stands on the roof of the building, the building that the Inspector saw his familiar silhouette.

He doesn’t respond.

“...Sly? Say something…”

The rain pours down on the two mammals, and Sly turns around to face her, his cap shielding his eyes.

“Arrest me.”

Her eyes widen. “I beg your pardon?”

“I surrender. Arrest me.”

“...Why?”

“Do you need a reason? I’m a wanted man, so arrest me.”

“Not until you tell me what your problem is.”

He tilts his head upwards, his chocolate eyes making contact with her amber ones.

He’s angry.

“Why are you making this so difficult?”

“Because I want to know why you’re upset.”

“Why do you even care?”

She opens her mouth to respond, but no sound comes out.

He folds his arms and huffs. “Just get it over with. I’m done running.”

“...Sly...I don’t like this…”

“God damn it! Arrest me!”

His scream cuts through the air like a razor. Carmelita is grateful that it’s late, so no one is to around to hear.

She frowns. “Do not talk to me that way.”

He covers his eyes with his hand. Carmelita unhooks her pistol and removes her handcuffs, drops them on the rooftop, then kicks them away.

“There. No cuffs and no gun. Let’s talk like adults.”

She marches over to the master thief, face to face with him.

“What’s your problem?”

He doesn’t reply.

“I’m not leaving you alone until you tell me.”

“...I…”

She cocks her head. “Yes?”

“I never asked for this.”

“Elaborate.”

“...I never wanted to be a Cooper. I was just born into the family, and my dad always talked about how being a Cooper was the best thing that could happen to me. That we were basically a whole family of Robin Hoods.”

“So why did you become a thief if you didn’t want to in the first place?”

“I never said I didn’t want to be a thief. I said I didn’t want to be a Cooper.”

“...Because?”

There’s a pause.

“Because we’re cursed.”

Carmelita tilts an eyebrow. “...Cursed?”

“My family was the best at what they did. But it came at a price.”

“Clockwerk was so hateful of the Coopers, that he basically killed them all but me. And he’s not the only one. My family, myself included, have made numerous enemies. Eventually, those enemies will catch up to me.”

“Your point?”

“Bentley is paralyzed. Murray left. My parents and relatives are dead. And eventually you-”

He cuts himself off.

The vixen cocks her head. “So, you’re upset because you have too many enemies? You’re upset because you’re part of an ancient family of thieves?”

He doesn’t speak.

She scoffs. “So...you’re just giving up? You’re just throwing in the towel because you believe in some sort of stupid curse?”

“I-”

Carmelita talks over him. “Do you even hear yourself? You, Sly Cooper, are basically throwing a tantrum because the consequences of your actions have caught up to you?

“I’m going to lay down some tough love on you,” she continues. “Literally everyone has enemies. Everyone believes in something different. Despite your genetic circumstances, you are not that different from a lot of people on this planet.”

Sly is silent. Carmelita keeps talking.

“Everyone has skeletons in their closets. Everyone’s actions have consequences, and those consequences will resurface one day. But, that doesn’t mean that giving up now will make it all stop.”

“If you really want to give up and go to jail, the handcuffs are right there. But I don’t think that’s what you really want. What you really want is your life to be easy, but it doesn’t work that way.”

“Yes, your friends are hurt. Yes, your family is dead. And yes, maybe one day something might happen to me too. But that does not mean you call it quits; it means you try harder.”

Sly gazes at her in a way that Carmelita cannot explain.

“Life is not a cakewalk. It would be nice if it was, but it isn’t. If you really want something, you have to keep pushing for it.”

“You have made it this far, Cooper. Why should you give up now?”

The rain continues to pour down on the two of them.

“Inspector…”

“What?”

“...You love me…?”

Carmelita’s cheeks turn red. “I didn’t mean-”

He grins. The twinkle in his eyes returning. “You said ‘tough love~’”

“It was a figure of speech!”

“Right…”

“I do NOT-”

“You love me~! You love me~!”

The vixen shrieks in rage. “Oh, that’s it.”

The fox woman sprints towards her cuffs and shock pistol.

“You are SO going to-”

She turns around, and Sly Cooper is gone.

“Ringtail?”

The Inspector looks around. Then, she sees a calling card, soggy from the rain, sitting where Sly was standing.

She approaches the card and removes it from the wet rooftop.

Carmelita sighs. She’s too tired to call it in, so she just pockets the card and gets out of the rain.

See you next time, raccoon.

[whatsnewalycat]

HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMENS DAAAAY!

Here are some of the women on my diva shelf ✨

Melanie Chisholm, Melanie Brown, Emma Bunton, Geri Hallaway, and Victoria Beckham

I was immediately enamored with the spice girls after hearing “wannabe.” These women were loud, bold, wore short dresses, platform heels, and screamed “GIRL POWER” from the rooftops. They stood for feminism and friendship. Also Spice World is still a hilarious movie.

Lucy Parsons

Lucy was an anarchist through and through. She blew a lot of shit up with dynamite. She was a founder of the Industrial Workers of the World, wrote in several socialist and anarchist newspapers, gave speeches, and took shit from absolutely no one. The Chicago PD once described her as “more dangerous than 1,000 rioters.”

“Never be deceived that the rich will permit you to vote away their wealth.”

“Strike not for a few cents more an hour, because the price of living will be raised faster still, but strike for all you earn, be content with nothing less."

“You are not absolutely defenseless. For the torch of the incendiary, which has been known with impunity, cannot be wrested from you."

“So many able writers have shown that the unjust institutions which work so much misery and suffering to the masses have their root in governments, and owe their whole existence to the power derived from government. We cannot help but believe that were every law, every title deed, every court, and every police officer or soldier abolished tomorrow with one sweep, we would be better off than now.”

Harriet Tubman

She was born a slave, escaped slavery, then helped other enslaved people escape. She helped formerly enslaved people find work, and helped John Brown plan the raid on Harper’s Ferry. She was a nurse, cook, and a motherfucking SPY during the civil war. She was the first woman to lead an armed expedition in war.

“I grew up like a neglected weed, – ignorant of liberty, having no experience of it. Then I was not happy or contented.”

“I had crossed the line. I was free; but there was no one to welcome me to the land of freedom. I was a stranger in a strange land; and my home after all, was down in Maryland; because my father, my mother, my brothers, and sisters, and friends were there. But I was free, and they should be free.

“I have heard their groans and sighs, and seen their tears, and I would give every drop of blood in my veins to free them”

Glennon Doyle & Brené Brown

Both of these authors have been such a positive influence on my life. I would recommend that everyone read “Untamed” by Glennon Doyle, and “The Power of Vulnerability” by Brené Brown. IMO it’s required life reading.

Glennon Doyle, Untamed:

“This life is mine alone. So I have stopped asking people for directions to places they’ve never been.”

“I will not stay, not ever again - in a room or conversation or relationship or institution that requires me to abandon myself.”

“I am here to keep becoming truer, more beautiful versions of myself again and again forever. To be alive is to be in a perpetual state of revolution. Whether I like it or not, pain is the fuel of revolution. Everything I need to become the woman I’m meant to be next is inside my feelings of now. Life is alchemy, and emotions are the fire that turns me to gold. I will continue to become only if I resist extinguishing myself a million times a day. If I can sit in the fire of my own feelings, I will keep becoming.”

“I did not know that I was supposed to feel everything. I thought I was supposed to feel happy. I thought that happy was for feeling and that pain was for fixing and numbing and deflecting and hiding and ignoring. I thought that when life got hard, it was because I had gone wrong somewhere. I thought that pain was weakness and that I was supposed to suck it up. But the thing was that the more I sucked it up, the more food and booze I had to suck down.”

Brené Brown:

“You are imperfect, you are wired for struggle, but you are worthy of love and belonging.”

“No one reaches out to you for compassion or empathy so you can teach them how to behave better. They reach out to us because they believe in our capacity to know our darkness well enough to sit in the dark with them.”

“Stop walking through the world looking for confirmation that you don’t belong. You will always find it because you’ve made that your mission. Stop scouring people’s faces for evidence that you’re not enough. You will always find it because you’ve made that your goal. True belonging and self-worth are not goods; we don’t negotiate their value with the world. The truth about who we are lives in our hearts. Our call to courage is to protect our wild heart against constant evaluation, especially our own. No one belongs here more than you.”

Courtney Love

I love Hole. So much. And Courtney is a fucking bad ass to the highest degree.

“I strap on that motherfucking guitar and you cannot fuck with me. That's my feeling."

“I used to do drugs, but don't tell anyone or it will ruin my image.”

“I'm not a woman. I'm a force of nature.”

Marsha “Pay It No Mind” Johnson

Marsha was an activist in New York City during the Stonewall Riots. She threw a lot of rocks and bricks at cops. It’s rumored that she threw the first brick that was a catalyst for the LGBT movement in the US. Marsha and her friend Sylvia Rivera founded the Street Transvestite Action Revolutionaries (STAR).

“STAR is a very revolutionary group. We believe in picking up the gun, starting a revolution if necessary. Our main goal is to see gay people liberated and free and have equal rights that other people have in America.”

“No pride for some of us without liberation for all of us.”

“Darling, I want my gay rights now.”

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IF YOU MADE IT THIS FAR THANK YOU FOR READING MY THOUGHTS ON THESE FUCKING AMAZING WOMEN!!!

❤️❤️❤️❤️

[didyme-bucciarati]

Day One of ???

Synopsis: Jotaro Kujo gets drunk and heads to the roof. He hallucinates his long lost loves voice.. Mostly Hurt Little Comfort. Result of a random prompt generator generating (Hallucinations on a Roof.)

January 3rd 1991.

A sound minded Jotaro knew he shouldn't have come up here. A sound minded Jotaro knew he shouldn't have drank this much Fireball. But here he was two liters in and thirty two floors up. On top of the roof of his college dormitory.

There wasn't very many students left on campus only the freshman, students who couldn't afford to leave. He was the prior.

Jotaro Kujo was someone everyone wanted to be with or be. Well everyone but Jotaro himself. He was a Honor Student in Marine Biology at an IVY league school. He had his fair share of women and men alike throwing themselves at him.

The more he drank the closer he got to the edge of the rooftop. Until eventually he was sitting on the ledge with only three fingers left of his spicy drink.

"Jojo what are you doing out here dressed like that? It's only 5°c out here. You'll catch your death." The voice of a long gone cherry haired friend says.

"It's only fair then. Hmm? That I catch my death out here. Alone in the cold far away from my parents." He says knowing that this was just one of his lucid dreams.

"Oh how the mighty have fallen. Kujo Jotaro. Once a fierce foe. Now just a little bitch who would rather drink away his liver instead of living in the real world." Another voice taunts the college student. This voice was one he was much less excited, but far more familiar with hearing.

"It must sting then to know that a little bitch such as myself was able to destroy tHe GrEaT aNd MiGhTy DiO." He taughted back.

"C'mon Jojo let's get you back to your room." Noriaki's voice says as a set of hands comes into the mournful man's view.

"No Kakyoin. Leave me be. I'm not done with my drink yet." He says as he gently fights against the arms.

"Your in a wife beater and a pair of very thin looking pants. Get up. You know I'm not strong enough to hall your ass back to your room. So just get up on you own." The owner of the pair of arms states.

"I shouldn't have let you come with me to Egypt at all! You said you wanted to show me your appreciation for saving you from Dio and to get your own revenge on him. I should have told you to eat a dick. Or something I would have said to someone back then. Told you you were too week. Or something. If I did that you'd be here still."

"It isn't your fault Jojo." Noriaki says. "I would have still followed. You think a few cruel words would have been enough to keep me from following you? After you ripped that flesh bud out from me, I swore to myself that I'd follow you till the end of the earth. And let nothing stand in-between me and my goal."

"I should have sent you home when you got hurt. I shouldn't have let you continue with us. I was naïve and foolish. I didn't think that we could loose."

"and we didn't! because of you! You saved everyone by ended the worlds reign of terror."

"Not you! I didn't save everyone. I lost the one person in this world that mattered to me most. You, Nori! If I was this gReAt hero that you and the Speedwagon foundation make me out to be then how come we had to bury you?!" The young adult screamed.

"There is not a single thing that I would change Jotaro. My death was inevitable. It was determined along time ago when and how I would die."

"Noriaki... I can't do this anymore. It's been one year."

"Distants makes the heart grow fonder as the poets say. Ill be waiting for you on the other side. But you have to keep living. Get married have children. Live and Love. Like you would want me to."

"I can't do that. Not without you! I should have had the balls to tell you back then. But I can't live and love on. When my heart already belongs to you. I love you Noriaki Kakyoin. And I was a damned fool to have never voiced it."

"Something's don't need to be said Jojo. I knew that you loved me. I knew that I loved you too. But you need to put down the bottle and go back to your room."

"It should be you. Surrounded by friends and family attending an IVY league college in America."

"Don't throw away your own life reg..." Noriaki's voice was drowned out by the other voice.

"Jotaro, Seriously don't make me drag you off the ledge and back to your room. I will if you keep talking to yourself and saying depressing ass shit. I mean I get it your sad. Everyone is sad. So, Tough Titty, don't be a bitch. Everyone has there own shit. Just deal with it. C'mon man." The voice says as the arms latched around the hulking mans waist and yanked him closer to the center of the floor.

"Bitch, what was that for?" He demanded. But the other person didn't humor him with a response.

"Go with her Jotaro. Love her Jotaro. Love her like you once loved me." Noriaki says.

"She isn't you Nori." Jotaro says but got no response.

"Noriaki?" He asked but got no response.

"This isn't funny Kakyoin Please talk to me."

"Let's go Jotaro. I can't stand to be out here for another minute." The woman says as she helps him to his feet and helps walk him back to his room. "Oh and by the way Jotaro. If you ever say depressing ass shit again I'm going to punch you in the face. No joke I'm going to full on sock you with all my might."

(Dividers credit: @uminozerol)