#my queue is pretty full hell yeah

[prisiidon]

🐬 Halfway through Zora May! 🐳

In AWE with all the entries! (still getting around to each one 🧡) Love how for a month, a silly lil event brings us together as a community to cook fish. Esp zora ocs ✨ Thanks you all for making it real fun, here’s to another great year! (•̀ᴗ•́ )و

Heads up, belated entries are still welcome! Esp to finish WIPS or if we’re busy during the month. Take your time :)

[creepling]

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ dating digger harkness headcanons

this is a very specific reader because i love the idea of this grimy hobo having a cute, smart girly partner that is the candy floss to his raccoon energy OKAYYY. also tcm shenanigans will be back shortly, i just had to give some love to a dc rogue like the old times<33

tags: feminine reader (wears dress, skirt, heels, mild makeup and has breasts and v) but gn pronouns. sugar daddy digger if you squint. reader is a jailbird. cuddling. pet name: birdie. smut under the cut - minors dni. polaroid nudes. (m) masturbation. thoughts of: oral (m receiving) and cowgirl.

If you were to ask Digger the first thing he noticed about you, his caveman mind would be objectifying. But your ass did look very flattering in your skirt and the smile you shot his way was the cherry on top. He likes them sweet and innocent, you like them rugged and dangerous. It was a match made in hell heaven.

After a few dates spent in dingy pubs and lover’s lanes, he was enamoured by you. He’s never had someone look at him the way you do. Eyes full of light, glistening at the sight of him. You always welcomed him with open arms, practically throwing yourself at him. He liked how easy you were to pick up, and the way you wrapped your limbs around him. How your soft skin blushes red against his scruffy neck. No matter the setting, you sat so close to him that you were more or less on his lap. He wraps his arms around you, or has a hand on your thigh, letting nearby acquaintances know you belong together. Digger thinks to himself, “I got so fucking lucky.”

His love languages are primarily gift-giving and physical touch. More times than you can count, Digger has fallen asleep on top of you. Either on the couch, while watching a movie or he found a way to snake between your legs while sleeping, he has a habit of using you like a pillow. You developed a kinship in moments like this where you play with his hair, massaging your fingers into the nape of his neck or twirling the strands that curtain his temples. You muse at his sleep-full hums, watching this rogue unwind under your touch, satisfied like a dog receiving pets. The gift-giving is when his rogue side is on high voltage. He wants to give you the world, shower you with jewels, let you wear the best of gear. “You want diamonds? Yeah, I’ll get you diamonds,” He’ll muse, mixing his pleasures with yours. When he robs a bank, the majority of his stolen dollars has been spent on you since you met him. Did your car get towed? He bought you a new one, along with the insurance. Need a new dress for the weekend? He’s got you sorted, along with heels and a bag to match. “Can’t have my bird in peasant clothes!” He protests, “Not with that cracken’ bod.” Queue the wink.

He loves showing you off, chuffed that he proved his doubters wrong that he could settle down and have a gorgeous significant other. “What they see in you, I don’t know . . .” They say, whether that be Deadshot, King Shark, heck even Amanda is amazed by it. He keeps candid polaroids of you in his pocket on the job, looking at them when he misses you. He squeezes the unicorn plushie you gifted him when he is stressed, anything to feel your presence when you’re half the world away. A shit-eating grin on his face when people tease him about his love for you, using it to embarrass him. “Awh, it’s puppy love,” Harley cooes, and Digger nods, all chuffed with himself.

Digger gave you the nickname “Birdie” because well . . . You’re a jailbird. He is in prison for heinous crimes, after all! Oh, is he touched-starved when you’re standing there, pretty face to the phone, separated by glass and talking in your voice that melts him like butter. His eyes are eating you up, desperate to have his hands on you. He’ll do all the suicide missions going to shred off the jail time, to get closer to the day his lips are kissing yours. Blackmailing Amanda to get you the best of the best, pay off college debt, holidays abroad, and spoil you when he cannot. “Oh, Birdie, when I get out of here I’m not letting you out of my sight, you’re stuck with me.” He groans, drunk on love. All you do is smile, sliding a pack of Polaroids under the screen when the guards aren’t looking. “Have these to tide you over in the meantime,” you tease. Digger rushes back to his cell, flipping through the photos. First were of you in dresses that were his favourites, the type of ones that are flowy and floral, framing you so delicately. They get more desirable as he flips them over, and his eyes lull in lust.

Digger loves the dirty photos you send him, it drives him fucking insane. It’s good to keep you fresh in his mind, but it borders on teasing just having you to look at. He didn’t have the brightest imagination, but this was good practice. Imagine how soft your thighs are under his callous hands, what your lips taste like with the lipgloss you have on. Your delicate hands trace his bulge, your touch replacing his heavy-handed grasp. Bucking into your hands as he sucks your breasts, teasing your nipples, muttering how perfect you are. His sweet little birdie, all belonging to him. Your eagerness proves your devotion. You take his infamous size so well, your spit coating his cock as your tongue swirls around his pulsing tip. As he wanks himself off, muffling his groans, he has the faintest memory of your cunt. How wet you always were for him, how eager you bounced on his cock. His eyes closed as he pumped his cock faster, edging to the echoes of past moans you chanted in his ear.

[gigglesandfreckles-hp]

@jilymicrofics august 5: coffee

There’s a knock at the door, but James keeps his eyes on the computer screen, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the keys as he scans the inventory sheet.

“Oi.”

James's brow furrows slightly. "Hang on."

“We’ve got a customer situation.”

James looks up, his eyes meeting Sirius's. Sirius stands in the doorway, his tall frame filling the space, knuckles still poised over the doorframe.

"What sort of customer situation?" James asks, his voice edged with impatience.

Sirius grins widely. “A mad bird sort.”

James scoffs, running a hand through his hair as he shifts his focus back to the computer. "Why can’t you deal with it?"

Sirius sighs dramatically and leans against the doorframe. “She’s stubborn. Insists on talking to the owner.”

With a huff, James pushes away from the desk, the chair rolling back with a squeak. He stands up, stretching his back, and makes no effort to hide his annoyance as he shoulders past Sirius. This was the one hour of the day he managed to sequester himself in the cramped back office to catch up on paperwork. Coffee shops don’t run themselves.

Sirius follows hot on James's heels as he navigates his way back to the counter, snickering at his shoulder. He narrowly misses a full-on collision as James comes to a dead stop upon seeing her.

Her. Because she’s here.

“She’s fit, huh?” Sirius smirks. “I mean, if you don’t want to deal with it, I suppose I could—”

“I’ve got it.”

Sirius doesn’t reply, just shaking his head knowingly. James can’t even be bothered, because he knows he’s a besotted fool, but he doesn’t care.

“Oh, there you are,” she says as he walks over. Her eyes sweep shamelessly over him, and he feels a spark of that old adolescent pride. She’s stunning, with warm auburn hair cascading over her shoulders and striking green eyes that seem to burn as they lock onto his. “You’re the owner?”

“That’s me. How can I help you?”

“Well, I’ve heard great things about this place,” she says, eyes drifting briefly up to the menu board behind him, then right back to his eyes. 

“It’s… a great place,” James says lamely, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks.

Her eyes sparkle with mischief, clearly enjoying being noticed by him as much as he’s enjoying being noticed by her. She leans forward on the counter, her delicate fingers tapping lightly against the surface. James takes a small step back to put some distance between them, so he doesn’t do something really stupid.

“What’s the specialty?” she asks, her lips curling into a playful smile.

“I don’t usually make the drinks,” he confesses.

She lifts an eyebrow. “But you’ll make one for me?”

James glances around the shop, ensuring Sirius isn’t idling nearby and that there aren’t any customers waiting in the queue. The cozy café is alive with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the soft murmur of conversations, but the coast seems to be clear.

“You know,” he says, dropping his voice, “it’s pretty bold of you to come in here looking like that.”

She smirks, pleased. “Looking like what?”

“Oh, don’t give me that rubbish,” he says, scoffing. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

“I’m just a girl looking for a nice cup of coffee,” she says, shrugging. She pushes her hair over her shoulder in a fluid motion, her deep auburn locks catching the light. James’s eyes follow the movement, and when he looks back at her face, her knowing smirk tells him it’s what she intended all along.

“You’re lethal is what you are,” he mutters, then without turning, calls out, “Sirius!”

Almost immediately, Sirius appears, clearly having been eavesdropping. “Alright?”

“Make my wife a vanilla latte, yeah?”

“Fucking hell,” Sirius grumbles. “I hate it when you do this. Just for the record. It’s really terrible.”

“Extra vanilla, please, Padfoot,” Lily adds, her gaze still locked on James, her green eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Learn to have foreplay like normal people, please,” Sirius sighs, glancing dully between the two of them, before heading to the espresso machine, muttering, “You two were supposed to get less weird when you got married.”

[ask-frederick]

A Meditation:

“Godsbreath, what was that?”

{OoC - Um… an ask that was in queue for almost a decade?}

“Heavens, C… what have you been doing all this time away? Our inbox is full to bursting, this page of ours is derelict, and many of our good followers haven’t heard a word from you in years. Explain yourself.”

{OoC - Yeah, about that: I found an extremely fulfilling career as a clinician, moved to a completely new city, fell in love, and also became a leader in a local organising group. It’s been exhausting, but I’m pretty happy with the direction of my life to date.}

“Oh! Well, that certainly is good news. I had feared you dead after all this time away.”

{OoC - Not yet, but that isn’t for any lack of trying. Our world is… kind of going to hell right now.}

“Gods… fell dragon? Wicked cult? Mad king?”

{OoC - Huh… I guess you could say it’s the latter two. And a global pandemic. It’s been a really long time, hasn’t it? Man, I’m sorry, Frederick. And I apologise to you too, readers. Part of what’s been keeping me away has been life catching up with me. I don’t even write for pleasure anymore; it’s all committee resolutions and clinical reports these days.}

“Hm. What are you doing to keep yourself together? Surely you’ve not been at this through sheer force of will.”

{OoC - That would be your department, Frederick. I’m not the kind of freak who can cure a cold with a single sneeze. I do what I can, but I definitely do need an outlet.”

“Might I recommend an end to your hiatus?”

{OoC - No. You, this blog, and this little corner of Tumblr was a wonderful part of my life for a very long time, but I can’t commit to helping you answer an ask a day anymore. I can barely commit to exercising as much as I should.}

“But you are keeping up with your fitness regimen, are you not? Heavens forbid, C, must I write you a Frederick’s Fanatical Fitness Hour routine to follow? If you’ve not been keeping up with your running, then—”

{OoC - NOT NECESSARY! I can still run a faster than most men my age and I’ve actually gained a bit of muscle since I was on here last.}

“Splendid. Then you’ll not object to returning here on an occasional basis? Perhaps once a week?”

{OoC - …Once a month.}

“Once every other week? You do have a considerable amount of asks to help me through, and you missed our tenth anniversary.”

{OoC - Fine. One ask on the second and fourth Sunday of every month. Take it or leave it.”

“Given the life you lead now, I’d say that is a fair offer. Consider it a deal. I shall hold you to this.”

{OoC - Geez, what am I getting myself into? Y’know what? I do want to get back into writing for the sheer pleasure of it again. Let’s give it a shot, Frederick! Friends, for whatever it’s worth, I guess I’m back!}

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

WIP Wednesday

For my sanity and cause people have been asking... here's a wip of the Found Family Book Club fic I'm working on: ---

No sex for three weeks. 

“That’s part of the fun though, isn’t it dear?” The wicked spark in Stede’s eye told Ed that his goldenlocked husband had much more planned than just a simple “book club party”. 

For as long as Ed had known Stede, the eccentric blonde had been hosting weekly book club meetings at his ridiculously sized house with their “extended family”, also known as “The Revenge Crew”, also known as a bunch of Book Club Queers that Stede had somewhat adopted.

“You’re a proper fucking maniac, you know that?” Ed tied his just below shoulder length salt and pepper hair into a messy ponytail, staring down at the fancy Barnes & Nobles special edition of “Pride & Prejudice” planted on his lap. 

Ed propped himself up lengthwise on the bedroom loveseat, because, of course they had a love seat in their bedroom, what else would you expect of Stede Bonnet, executive of one of the biggest textile companies in the country? Stede, his gorgeous, talented, brilliant husband who was staring into the full length bronze framed mirror, trying desperately to get his curls to behave while they chatted. Spoilers, they never behaved. 

Calloused fingertips from years of hard labor and artwork traced the ornate raised edges of the book’s cover. He could appreciate good craftsmanship, it was pretty obvious just by the design that someone had really poured their soul into the silly cover. 

“Yeah, but babe, I thought you said no more romance novels.”

The yelp that escaped the blonde looking in the mirror left Ed grinning. 

Right on queue.

“Edward!” Stede’s voice cracked and went up an octave like it always did when he was offended. Fucking adorable bastard. “Take that back! Pride & Predjiduce is not a romance novel, it’s a CLASSIC! There’s a difference!” 

Ed raised his long lashes upward towards his husband’s now disgruntled, incredibly expressive face as he sat down at the end of the love seat where Ed’s bare toes wiggled playfully. 

Oh,  Ed knew that. Edward Teach knew a lot of things. Most of all, he knew that a little tease like that would get Stede’s blood moving, and it wouldn’t take much to entice his little goldfish into something a bit more romantic.

“I mean, yeah, Outlander’s technically not a romance novel either, it's a time traveling– fantasy–whatever, but we sure as hell won’t be reading ‘Dragonfly in Amber’ aloud with the group anytime soon now, will we?”

Stede blushed at the memory. His husband’s blushes weren’t just pink, they were splattered and chaotic– like someone’d dipped a wide headed brush in the softest of rose colored paint and dry brushed it across his nose and the tips of his ears.

Lucius and Pete had gotten pretty animated with their reenactment of some of the end scenes of the first Diana Gabaldon book, and Stede had to break them up once the various couple/throuples started getting handsy with each other.

The pure commotion that ensued from that night had left a very inebriated Ed at a level of laughter that just couldn’t be contained, which only worsened as Stede shoved frilly throw pillows in front of people’s crotches while shooing the hooping and wailing drunken friends out the door to their car-shares. 

Ed remembered it quite vividly given the state of his rum-hazed brain. Stede had stomped back into the house, rounding the corner from their entranceway, looking as dashing as always, if not mildly perturbed. He’d dusted off his hands as if he could wipe away the image of Pete quite literally trying to go down on Lucius’ through his pants, out of his mind. His eyes had locked with Ed’s, who tried to hold in the laugh, but instead exploded in a sonic boom of a gufaw. Rolling up his sleeves, Stede had trudged up to him with these piercing, fiery, “Oh you’re going to get it” eyes. Gods, watching the fabric rolling up those adonis sculpted forearms was enough to finally break him of his giggle fit, pleasantly satisfied in Stede making good on the promise his eyes had made.

10/10, no notes.

Best. Book. Club. Ever.

---

[creepypasta-meh-dudes]

Hellcrew Actor Au

Yet another idea stewing in the ol’ noggin

Basically the hellcrew is one whole like Netflix series and Sanity, Grac, and Scarfaxia are the writers and directors. While all the characters are the actors. Hehehehhe.

Interview log #1

Camera is a bit fuzzy but clears up, and there’s a feminine voice that comes from behind it

Cam: Hello everyone! This is our interview log. Today I will be asking the Hellcrew cast about the characters they play!

Camera cuts and we see a man with strawberry blonde hair and electric blue eyes sitting in a chair

Cam: Hello Killian! Thank you for agreeing to this interview.

Killian: Heh- not like I had much of a choice. Sanity said I’d do it or I’d get my pay cut in half.

Cam: oh my…well, let’s start there! What’s your opinion on Sanity?

Killian: He’s a pretty cool guy. Stories are one hell of a read. Can be kinda bossy during directing but I can tell he has a vision. Hell, I’ve seen it.

Cam: of course of course. So, your latest episode that you shot? You took Sullivan on a date, yes? 

Killian: Oh yeah! 

Cam: How did the two of you do it? You were so charming, you really pulled in the audience! Even I was convinced that you were really wooing them. 

KIllian: Well, it helps that they are pretty attractive. If I could, I would take them on a real date. Get a taste of em’ but they’d never let that happen.

Cam: Oh? I smell drama!

Killian: Not really drama, but they don't …care for me. Like…at all. 

Cam: why is that?

Killian: You’ll have to ask them. I don’t see why they wouldn’t? Who wouldn’t like me? 

Killian chuckles as the screen cuts to Sullivan who’s sitting at their vanity putting on their makeup

Cam: Mx.Sweeney, could I ask you a couple questions?

Sullivan: *applying blush* You’ll have to be quick, darling. I’m afraid I must be on set in 5 minutes.

Cam: Why do you dislike Killian so much?

Sullivan suddenly freezes and grits their teeth, slamming the brush on the vanity, making it shake 

Sullivan: I don’t want to talk about it.

The camera cuts back to Killian

Killian: What’d they say?

Cam: uh…no comment. Anyway. I think we’re all curious about you and a certain someone. 

Killian: smiles  me and Jules, huh?

Cam: Ha! How’d you know? Anyway, is it really true that you and Julius are married?

Killian: that’s right. Popped the question the moment he graduated Fashion school.

Cam: oh how sweet! Does your relationship have any parallels with Killian’s and Julius’s in the Hellcrew series?

Killian: well, our relationship was pretty codependent and toxic back when we first really started dating, but we’ve grown a lot. One thing I can promise you we don’t do is beat the hell out of eachother every 20 minutes for fun.

rapid footsteps are heard from the distance and a door slams open

Julius: Killy! You were meant to be on set 20 minutes ago!

Killian: Andddd that’s my queue to go.

Killian stands to his full height, his head disappearing from the frame, and goes back with Julius

The camera rotates to look at the interviewer 

Cam: well, that’s all for now! See you next time on The Hellcrew Series Interview Blog. Duvessa: [off camera] you really need a new name for that

All characters mentioned made by @sanityshorror

[itsscromp]

Jaime Reyes/blue beetle x reader platonic

Welcome to another blue beetle fic, It's closer and closer by the minute. Even though I have to wait an extra month as it doesn't release in Australia until September lol. But for this fic, if anyone has seen Homecoming, you'll get the idea ;) word count:849

Jaime, Your best friend, The freaking Blue Beetle !!!, holy shit. When you first found out he was Blue beetle when he rescued you from coyote, You had to calm yourself and not go full nerd. He did just save you, But once you recovered and went back to school.

"Jaime, we gotta talk" You had to whisper so that people didn't know he was Blue beetle.

"y/n I know but please not right here"

"I know I know but..." He was right you had to keep quiet but you had a million questions and zero answers.

During different points of the day you asked a question relating to blue beetle.

"Can you summon an army of beetles ??"

"No"

"Is the amour titanium or something ??"

"No, it's extra terrestrial"

"Ok ok... Is the suit fart proof ??"

"What kind of question is that ??"

After school Jaime decided to show you the powers of blue beetle

"Ok Y/n, follow me. I'll show my powers. Just please no more questions"

"Alright alright."

Jaime then brought Y/n to a rural area just near the edge of El Paso to make sure no one see's his identity.

"Ok before I show you my powers. There's one thing you gotta see."

He turned around and lifted his shirt

"What are you do.. OH MY GOD !!"

His back revealing the scarab, wedged right into his back. No surgery seems to be getting that off anytime soon

"I know, it took me a while to come to terms with it as well"

Their was silence for a bit.

"Look I trust y/n ok, they won't reveal my identity ok ??"

"Uhhh, who are you talking too ??"

Jaime sighed, It looked like he was talking to himself.

"Its the scarab, I don't know how but it seems I can only hear it and talk to it"

"That's freaky but awesome."

"It is, but It's like almost being nagged by Mom."

Quiet again

"Look scarab just trust y/n ok ??"

It would take some getting used too to see Jaime talk to scarab.

"Anyway, Now my powers, with them, I can be able to summon anything just by thinking to scarab what I want."

"Wow, that's so cool !!" Y/n was smiling wide.

"Alright, so the first thing... the armour. Originally I could only do it when I was in danger. But I figured out how to summon it at will."

Then Jaime stood there, shutting his eyes. Withing seconds. the blue beetle armour started to take over him, the pincers popping out, his face then turning into a mask, his eyes glowing yellow.

"Pretty cool right ??"

"Oh my... HOLY SHIT !!!" you were bouncing from pure excitment.

"That was awesome !!"

Jaime couldn't help but smile under the mask from your excitement.

"You ain't seen nothing yet amigo."

*queue sword*

"Final fantasy fan I see."

"What the buster sword is a classic."

"OK what else can you do ??"

Jaime then summoned arm cannons, his hands melting and reshaping into cannons.

"Hell yeah !!, these bad boys are my favourite"

"Woah !!, ok uuh, test it on that boulder"

"Say no more"

Jaime then aimed at the boulder and with one blast the boulder was completely destroyed. But as Y/n was still in awe from it they didn't see a big chunk of the boulder falling to your direction.

"Jaime the boulder, it's gonna crush y/n !!" The Scarab warned him, Jaime quickly then pushed Y/n out of the way and caught the boulder with his bare hands, Struggling for a bit before tossing it away from harms reach.

"Are you ok y/n ??"

"Holy... You. Have. SUPER STRENGTH !!!!!"

Jaime started smiling again before the mask disintegrated revealing his face again.

"That is the power of the blue beetle y/n"

"This is awesome !!"

"But y/n look, real talk here buddy. While yes this is awesome to see, you can't go telling anyone about this, not even your dad or my family. Only you know about this." He took your hand and squeezed it, in a way of seriousness. "Can you promise to keep this secret for me ok ??"

Your smile faded slightly knowing the seriousness of the cause, You squeezed his hand back. "I promise Jaime, I promise."

"Thank you y/n" He smiled and hugged you tightly. "Your a great friend you know that ??"

"Can say the same to you" You smiled as you hugged him back

Jaime saw the sun setting before realizing he's been out all afternoon.

"Oh mierda, I gotta get home before mom kills me, I'll see you at school tomorrow ok y/n ??"

"Shoot I should get home too" You saw a bus stop and had some money, so you then went to the stop.

"See you tomorrow Jaime !!!"

Jaime waved goodbye before grabbing his backpack and activating flight mode, zooming back home.

You smiled as soon as you saw him fly off, Your best friend was a superhero. A freaking superhero. El Paso was in safe hands with Blue Beetle.

Taglist:@callofdudes

[samssims]

Hi Sam! I was wondering if I could ask for some advice on how to make simblr fun again? I love storytelling (it's how I have fun with the game) but lately with writing posts and even in game, I just find myself stressing over if it's good/interesting enough or if I took good screenshots, if my writing is good, etc. I love this game and sharing my stories with this community, so it sucks to feel like this. Thank you sm ♥

Oh Nonny, how I feel this pain. I wish I had a sure fire answer to this but sadly there isn't just one thing that will work.

I will put some advice below for some things that have worked for me in my experience if you're interested in trying them out to try to find that spark again!

Now I have been on tumblr sharing my sims since 2013 so I have seen the community change a lot. Things change, people come and go, it's just the natural way of things. So a lot of the time your community can change around you and so a few years ago sims storytelling was really popular and it was the thing everyone was doing. And I mean everyone.

But now things have sort of fallen off or shifted and there is no shame in that for those who moved onto other things and hobbies. Sims storytelling, at it's core, is a hobby. No one is making money off of it (unless you write it all down and get it published in which case, hell yeah go you!)

That being said, finding your spark again is going to be finding what YOU like about storytelling in the sims.

So here are some tips you can try out in the game to keep it fresh and exciting:

Play the Game

The game has changed a lot and added a lot. It came out in 2014. It's about to be 10 years old. With expansions still being added. Honestly having a family where you can just play through what the game offers you can offer inspiration on how to use in game things for story related things later on.

I have found having a lowkey gameplay (for yourself or even for your blog if you are posting) is an easy way to stay active in the community while keeping things low stakes and casual for yourself while you work on finding your spark again.

Change Up your Post Style

Idk about you Nonny, but nothing gets me less motivated than having to edit photos. If I could just point, shoot, and post, I would have content coming out my ears. Which is what I started doing with my Princess Legacy. All I do is crop it. I add some things here and there but really it's all pretty much easy.

Now I have done it all.

Prose on photos.

Prose under photos:

Icons Only:

Gameplay Only:

And finally just cropped:

Now what is the best? That is personal preference especially for the project you are doing. However I have definitely discovered the crop method to be SUPER helpful.

It makes me not have to worry about the whole photo. Sometimes I have this SUPER awesome detail in the back of a photo but when I crop them I lose all that. Which is not good for storytelling lets be honest but does force me to focus on what is actually important in the shot.

Example: Here is the full cottage photo from above You can see that I cropped out a lot of the cottage in favor of being able to see the deer and swans as i thought that was more a cozy fairytale vibe than just the cottage itself. I lost a lot of this detail yet the point still came across.

TBH the paired crop photos also makes me cut out a lot of access photos if they don't have a pair. It's sort of made me realize how much I don't need to take screenshots of. Though I am definitely an overtaker of photos so I always have plenty to choose from. Sometimes I even queue them then look back and realize they aren't needed and delete. It's humbled me a bit.

I could break down every one of these posting styles but that's a whole other thing you didn't ask about.

TLDR of this section is to experiment with how you post. You can have a lot of fun with that.

If Something is Boring, Skip it.

Do you hate the infant stage? Age them past it. Do you hate the winter months in game? Set seasons to never have winter. Do you hate in game holidays ruining your plans? Delete them all from your calendar. Is it a crucial part to your story? Not anymore. Write around it. Or find some creative angles and dialogue to write over it.

Make the game fit you!

Follow the Inspo

Have inspiration to make a new sim in CAS? Do it! Want to make a whole new save? Have an idea for one scene that could start a whole story but you have nothing else for it? DO IT!!!

The game is supposed to be fun. If you have inspiration for a project, live in it. Have fun with it.

But Sam, what if only lasts 2 weeks and I never touch it again?

Me too, babes. Happens to me all the time. Own it. Keep it around in case you want to mess with it later. Have 10 million saves. It's your life and if it brings you a moment of joy to work on it, then it totally is worth it.

If you want to be like me: Be chaotic and post it too. Then private the posts later when you decide to never touch it again. Never delete tho. I always tend to regret deleted things.

Find Your Community

You should ultimately write and create for yourself, but find others who are doing it too! Lift them up as well! Use one day a week on your blog to give reblogs or shoutouts to your fellow creators and writers! It's all about lifting each other up and making friends who all have the same hobby as us.

Try New Challenges

A lot of my sims storytelling started from inspiration around legacy challenges. I loved to take challenge rules and figure out how to make a story around them. But remember: Rules are made to be broken. Especially in favor of a good story.

If you are working on a current challenge/story, find another to merge with it or to give yourself a heck of a fun plot twist. There are no rules!

Have Fun!

This is sort of the whole crux of it, right? And if you're not having fun then...

Take a Break

You are not beholden to your queue! Let it die out! Disappear for 6 months. Return when you want. Go play Animal Crossing or BG3 or whatever it is at the moment. Sims is a hobby. But it does not have to be your ONLY hobby. Let your brain rest.

In my case, whenever I leave the sims I am always filled with ideas and ready to come back in like 3 days.

This could also mean take a break from your save too. Maybe spend some time in CAS. Or in build mode. Or cleaning out your mods. You can still do sims things while letting your story brain rest.

TLDR:

There is no right answer for this, Nonny. I promise your photos are all gorgeous and your story is wonderful! But creativity like anything ebbs and flows so give yourself that grace to let yourself rest and just enjoy the game again, or enjoy time away from it! You deserve it you superstar creator!

[xnovicexofxreasonx]

ITS NOT OKAY TO BOMB

In Search Of Punk 2025

INTRO

Oh boy, here we go. Was putting it off for some reason, like all of it, not just the writing (i'm a writer now? my god), but going to gigs as well. But let's begin, shall we, let's put some nice music on and just be done with it (recently discovered a band named WHEN, that's some weird shit. And NOT even metal!).

Yeah, so i went to a local (and legendary?) hardcore fest K-TOWN HC, three days of hell yeah punk rock in your face megapolitical (read: anti-pretty-much-everything) music and stuff. Don't like hardcore punk personally (i am a man of extreme), the greats are great (i go with AGNOSTIC FRONT), but whole modern p-h/c music is kinda same and rather weak with some distinctly good deviations here and there. But! Some interesting names on the list sold the whole shebang to me: PEACE TALKS, PUBLIC ACID, POISON RUÏN (lmao) and IRON LUNG!!! The last name was a must go, a powerviolence galore goodness - that shit nowadays is quite rare, especially good and legendary like them.

So as it goes i casually went on waiting to buy an all-fest ticket (an only option available online, strangely) for a couple of months but then it was to my, not the first this year, complete dismay - sold out, please join the waiting list (gonna be the theme of the fest).

Fuck shit man, of course i joined the damn waiting list (completely unnecessary in hindsight), but in panic went for more esoteric way of getting in. You see, the fest is very punk, so run completely by volunteers with an option to join on some jobs for the free entrance. I'm no stranger to volunteering so banked on that. Of course i did it late, and there were no more good shifts available except one, which gives you one day entry and some stuff, whatever. Also the sneaky fest published timetables exactly two days prior, so no planning to catch IRON LUNG and be done with it. Yeah, and cherry on top i apparently forgot that they gonna sell tickets for the whole fest, as well as for individual days, at the doors, so all that bullshit was unnecessary anyway lmao. Well, reading comprehension is a skill, i guess.

DAY 1. THIS IS PUNK

First day was kinda scary actually (cause it was friday the 13th), and attending that clearly political festival during all the stuff going on, you know, in our universe of societal failures, that was not the day to try to understand anything, so i kinda went somewhat numb (for the whole weekend apparently) (that was punk).

Alright, whatever, not the time to stand on fences, let's do some punk.

Of course first thing i managed to dumbly forget was the cash, as the fest is also completely cash-only (thank god (?) for paypal for the merch i guess). So i went to the only local ATM near the fest grounds (new place for me, some Youth's House tucked in beside the library, all punk-den-style, legit) to stand in the queue for the cash (this is punk).

Anyway, first day was the full experience i guess: random merch, crowds of punk and hardcore punk people of every conceivable flavor (ALOT of italians for some reason (because this is punk)), trashy (there is a distinction) sounding music and all possible kinds of fuckness.

First thing - went straight to PEACE TALKS merch table to say that I came here for them specifically - the vocal-lady was all blushing about that i make her day. Being nice is free ™️.

So let's find some normies to stand together (me, normal, washed hair, all in my "that korn band and doom cap" outfit lol); it was not your ordinary metal gig for sure; people looking the same tho (the patchtrees and the leatherclads), just like twice younger, and hairdoos are much wilder, as it goes in punk (because it is punk). The normals looking like freaks in that milieu, so it's okay (normal is the punk also i guess). But, just to made my day, i saw my best (fantasy) friend and fellow concertgoer - good old Anders, the friendly local university employee! That alone is always an indication of quality evening, hell yeah!

First number for today's big program is some hc-punks (duh) from norway with the girl-vocalist (gonna be the theme of the fest) - PSYKOSTAT - nothing of note, not music nor demeanour, so we're starting rough. Some skinhead (good), looking like vin diesel (okay), was stepping on my feet (bad). There was also, i dunno, some mime punk (french?) in the crowd (this is so punk).

Next number - TRAÜME, deceptively named polish no-surprises-hardcore punk affair, with a lady vocalist (yeah yeah); nothing to say, except addition of "fuck russia" shout outs - greatly appreciated during our times, give it to the poles. Decided to do the breaks between the gigs and skipped some bands, so as not to write the same stuff all over again and again (this is punk etc.); so went chilling outside with some punks (who am i kidding? i was standing alone (it is punk)).

Anyway, next number for me - finally something interesting - PX-30 (or some other number, i forgot, names are kinda random anyway), uppsala, sweden, fucking fun: the vocaldude is basically your common fit ikea top manager (looking completely normal to a great comedic effect); a couple of PLUTOCRACY-looking dudes on a guitar and drums (plutocrats? later seen in a bar wearing POWERPLANT (aka p.p.) t-shirt - respect), and a bread king on bass - all of that but the music tho is like punch in the face rock'n'roll speed metal (?) punk-like affair - and it slaps, HARD. Played by swedes for the swedes (in the pit it smells like semla i'm sure). First puff of fresh air for today.

Next break i tried an alcofree drink from local straight edgers - kinda wild, chili with a soda or something, very good. Meanwhile the skinhead diesel stole a drink (this is punk). After that i was gonna be on the position for last three bands i n a row basically, because it's gon be PACKED.

Watched the tail end of KILLING FIELDS, the croatian agnostic front four piece big boy band, vocals clipping af right through earplugs. The bus driver kind of music, chugging along with stops at a library, hospital, cemetery. The east-europunk is very hardcore today (in inaudibility mostly), but the most pissed off for sure.

I guess i should comment on the sound as we do, it was kinda weird, sometimes you hear only trashcan-drums and evil riffing, but i guess it is the theme of the day (which is punk).

Yeah so, next was PEACE TALK from us of a, i dunno why it's awesome but it is. Found them through unlikeliest of sources - the quietus playlist lmao, still it is kinda good stuff, not that simple samey hXc sounding, the all out bombardment mixed with a little bit of fleur ya know. Well, the live was just the best today ngl. The energeticay jumping aforementioned vocal-lady, a guitarman with glorious hair, the brutal-ish bassguy; the fist pumping music, sounded good (i was standing closer maybe, idk), the "war bad" message's not annoying - just really really great and fun.

Next stop - some duders from leeds, TORMENTED IMP (name smells dungeony lol): the guitar guy gives kinda j. pinkman broadrick in look (a bald titan in the cargo shorts and a dressshirt) and vibes (kinda sour looking north-of-london face); the bassguy seemed as he just walked from the gym; the drummer gonna be The Beast ™️ (CONCRETE WINDS t-shirt - mad respect); all them with thick (west) yorkshire accent. The first setup with two guitars of the evening, gonna give it hard.

And they gave. Sound was kinda wack, the bass was fuzzing too much, the mini-broadrick broke the strings, but lively "britain sooks!" and "fook lankashire!" banter, kinda slapping music (sorta crusty, but without any crust i guess lol), and the tornado pit (biggest today) made the late night evening quite good.

Made it to the exit to watch POISON RUÏN from afar. Today's top billing, i assume, is a little band of fucking nerds, about whom it is written everywhere, even in the specialized DS literature lol for inconceivable reasons. The stuff was sold (by relapse no less) as DS-punk (due to kinda okey-ish synth intros) - and that is not only obviously misleading (shit, mate, if only for intros the DS-genre gon be packed with all sort of strange bullshit, to certain whiteman dismay), but also they dropped the gist for normal sounding bar-punk about men on the last release, so all that setup is kinda wack anyway.

As mentioned, nerdy looking motherfuckers: a drummer reminds me a little bit of my friend b., some ailing uncfart boozing whiskey on stage, the loopy-eyed hunter-camoclad lead guitar guy, etc. The place is packed even more than on PEACE TALKS (what a surprise). I dunno man, this sucks, relapse rock in 2025 is kinda lost deal anyway (and they even made pure DS album to release on that "major" label, kinda first since DS renaissance, and sounding mid at best, so fuck this). Standing by the door was also sort of a rotten business - there was a powelful draft of maryjane smell over there. So i barely managed two tracks, seen it all, and fucked off back home into the night. LET'S GO!

DAY 2. THAT'S NOT PUNK

Next day went straight to the doors opening time - was not a bad idea. Call it a lucky marriage - advice given to go for the tickets just as the venue opens payed out, standing in the queue again (this is so not punk). Talked to some drunkard crusty swede, he's like "im nemo!", i said "huh, like that underwater gu-" "yeah like that fish!", just great. So i successfully got the ticket for last cash i had, went inside and bought a bottle of brand painkillers out of novelty sake, good doctors from IRON LUNG gonna crash the market with that no-tarifs-shenanigans lmao.

They also gave a booklet, that said some bs about the timetables (FLASHBACKSsss), i hope nobody believes it anyway, and today i'm gon be early for sure, but for now went home again into the chilly afternoon.

Going back, first thing first - got that sweet sweet delicious straight edge mocktail, let's see what all the noise is about.

Number 1: NEKRA is a real deal, four ladies from london represent (theme of the party). Damn punchy music (whatever's new in that NWOBHC), the sound plays along - you can hear only the bass and the bass drum. Standing in the doorways sucks again tho, it is the precise threshold of "please no smoking" area, but nobody gives a shit about in-drafts (this is no punk), but it is also the foot stomping ground goddamnnnnn. Some drunk dressshirt duder 's standing in front of me shaking, well he kinda smells like office worker ngl.

Need to say that amount of spikes and studs on the clothing here is unreally high, more so than even on pure bm-gigs (kinda understandably so, i guess, the uncfarts from old metal guard got a job, also all that metal weights alot; and a new bm-crowd is all a bunch of fucking nerds in american imperium triumphant t-shirts (or whatever nasty deafheaven business that is); but the punk crowd is, well, the fucking same as in the 80s (it's punk). (Right, the new entry in the name-calling game: dudes with just the metal studs and spikes all over battle-jackets are The WashingBoards now, quote me on that).

Meanwhile amsterpunks from OUSTdam are doing some sort of ritualistic wondering with cables in the crowd (the lady just went outside shouting, wild). The gimmick was so enthralling i almost forgot to make notes on the band (buncha dudes) and music (d-beaty punk with the only breakdown so far LOL). Their stance is super-angry misandry as far as promoting vasectomies, hell... yeah?

Alright, next stop, the promised local crustyness, let's hope it materialises.

And it did! Some long dead crustband from days of yore (one dude went to live in australia or something) - NUCLEAR DEATH TERROR - were not beating around the bush. Started with pyrotechnics, gave all the metal (huh?) punk your soul wished for, the lady on a bass, the crusty-looking (kinda little bit washed still, adulthood you know) frontman bleughing expletives about nuclear, and i presume, death terror - no nonsense kinda display, which was a great warm-up for the next number.

Oh boy, the next number. I could see the crowd was packed with dudes that came specifically for this - IRON LUNG, pw legends from the cali.

Two-piece band (i was surprised), they opened with the soulpinching declamation about belonging, togetherness and empowerment, and very politcorrectly never went into posturing or somethat - that was like you wise-ass father-figure (gandalf?) talking the total unapologetic sense - just brilliant.

And the music was brilliant as well - the powerful (duh), violent storm of fastcore fuckness, crushing sludgecore swampness and just fine bonesplitting in general. The sound was on point (or rather nobody gave a shit at that point). The pit went all earthquakey from wall to the wall - no escape, you need to work together with it, pure aggression, pure violence, pure FUCK YEAH.

Went home grinning wide into late night with the sense of accomplishment.

DAY 3. PROBABLY PUNK

Yeah, so with the high notes reached, the only things left were kinda obligations. First stop, the morning cleaning shift at the fest grounds. I'm a cleaning professional you know, so don't look at the cleaning as some extra hard or dirty job, so went with clean consciousness (went back dirty as hell itself tho) and mingled little bit with some helpful crusty fellas. Some guy mistook me for "the handler" (i was in the wrong hat tho), but showed me a secret code for the trash container. All in all it was kinda disco elysium, a lot of grimy, hangover people doing (overdoing even) the job. Being always helpful, i tried to search for the missing bag, "don't worry ma'am, i'm on the case!" and whatever, it was fun.

That being said the resolve started to crumble. As the "free" day went, the feeling of "an obligation to go" grew larger, and for the one band only, and for the last, midnight set too, so grew my numbness.

Alright, stop yapping, went back with the plan to watch only american bands, as the most far away folks. First stop gonna be LA band (another world fuckness hot spot apparently) - FUTURA (those names, man!). The ladyfronted but samey p/hc beating, at the end of the set their banner "no one is illegal on a stolen land" fell off, yup (not punk, apparently).

Evening was rainy, so no chilly afternoons watching punks go wild in the fresh air (that is not punk).

Straight to the next guys from naarm (apparently australian) - VAMPIRE (oh, ffs!), i tried to stand by the soundguys this time in search of a better sound - nope, that was not it and kinda bleh anyway so i decided to watch the next band and fuck off from that tiring thing (that was decidedly not punk).

Never mentioned, but there was a balcony looking on to the pit, so checked it out - and that was it! Kinda okayish sound, and the next number - some students from milwaukee (with kinda random name NECRON 9 - boys are nerds alright) - did play something banging. Also was fun watching the pit not from above the crowd's heads (on the receiving end so to speak), but as a happening - so all in all was great (kinda not punk?)

At the exit i got my consolatory prise (cleaning crew badge) and drove off in to the rain quite early (so, clearly not punk).

That was it folks, was not the biggest festivalgoing enterprise ever for me (i think even one day of COPENHELL bullshit last year was far worse), anyway quite taxing but at the end kinda neat and worth it lol idk. We'll see how the four-day (!!!!) metalfest fuckness gonna be late september. FML, i guess.

Edit: later checked what i was going to watch at midnight - PUBLIC ACID (now that is the name) - yeah, no loss here, the band sounds already gig-shitty on tape, so and so, cheers, see ya next time.

[pieofdeath]

ok my liveblog of the first spiderverse movie below the cut because its fuck off long. its 6 pages on google docs. for people who don't wanna read that- I had a very good time and I thoroughly enjoyed it, I'm gonna queue up the second one here shortly. i legitimately cried several times.

Intro fucking slaps

Miles’ dad using the cop sirens and car speaker to make miles say ily back. I hate that i find this incredibly funny.

ARE THOSE NIKES. DID SONY GET THE RIGHTS FOR NIKES.

MIDDLE SCHOOL. Oh my god. Middle school. Hes a kid. Hes at most 14. Oh my god.

DOC OCK <3

GWEN SPOTTED!!!!!

Fisk family foundation. Is this the time i should mention my extent of spiderman knowledge comes from my faefriend (very little they just show off the cool suits) and the snapcube fandub.

Uncle aaron rules and i think hes gonna die

Alchemax. Wasnt that the name on the spider from the intro. 

I THINK I GET IT NOW

SPIDER IN THE CEILING SPOTTED

This movie is so pretty btw i know everybody says that but its simply true. It is. Its really pretty.

The graffiti slaps

I've switched to typing these on my phone so I don't have to keep pausing

SPIDER BITE

THAT WAS THE COOLEST THING EVER. INCREDIBLE TRANSITION. LOVE HOW MILES BARELY CARED AND JUST SLAPPED THE SPIDER 

Yeah those are actual Nikes 

THE VOICE IN HIS HEAD POST SPIDERMAN BEING REPRESENTED AS COMIC BUBBLES

HOLY SHIT THIS MOVIE IS GENIUS.

Why doesn't she want people to know her name is Gwen? Why is she lying about being south African 😭

gwanda. Wanda. 

THE SHOULDER TOUCH. MILES YOU ARE SO SILLY 

“I don't think you know what puberty is”

STICKY SPIDER BOY.

SHE FULL THREW HIM HOLY CRAP

“No one saw” literally everyone saw

the double take for the super tall girl. that's incredibly realistic/gen I think this movie is awesome 

OUT LOUD BARK-LAUGHED AT “play dumb.” “Who's Morales” “NOT THAT DUMB.”

Idiot spider smashing into windows. obsessed with him.

the zoom in on the eyes. this art style is incredible 

THE INCREDIBLY SICK LAND AFTER HE GOT HIT BY THE CAR!!!

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“It's like. boring how normal this spider is.” and it immediately glitching in and out. INCREDIBLE.

The SPIDER SENSE. HOLY SHIT. 

THE GIANT LOOK OUT ON THE WINDOW.

SPIDERMANNNNN

“Brooklyn is not zoned for that” 😭

The little squiggles as Peter RealizesTM

who the fuck is purple guy genuinely 

MILES RECORDING THE FIGHT I LOVE HIM

KINGPIN 💖

I genuinely don't have words for how fucking incredible that was

“Can't you get up?” “Yeah, yeah I always get up.” Hm I don't think that's gonna be true for much longer

Is spiderman blonde I thought he was a brunette 

DID HE JUST FUCKING KILL SPIDER-MAN!!!

Ok purple guy is cool as hell

HE IMMEDIATELY RAN HOME. I'm going to cry. 

This kid is 14. I'm going. 

SO YES HE LEGITIMATELY DIED.

STAN'S COLLECTIBLES. HI MR LEE. AUGJDJAKAKC…. 😭 (these r agonized noises)

“I'm going to miss him.” EUFHFJSKAK

We were friends, you know.” SURIEJSKAKDUFUA

“It always fits. Eventually.” EURUFJDKAKDJCJK.

you can't fucking do this to me. 

This is just a kid with a party city suit that doesn't fit and untied shoes.

THE AAAAAAA AS HE FALLS

oh shit he broke the drive thingy

The suit still has the fucking tag on it.

EVERYTHING AROUND PETER'S GRAVE.

“I'm sorry Mr. Parker.” AUDJFJDJDJAK…..

LIGHTNING POWERS

PETERRRRRR THE PETER IVE SEEN

THE INTRO DEFINITELY HAD OFF BRAND COCA COLA AND THIS ONE HAS LEGITIMATE COKE

HOLY SHITTTTT

he's divorced and aunt may is dead D:

Crying in the shower in the spiderman suit with a piece of pizza on the tub rim I think this is the most spiderman img ever

“I'm pretty sure I broke her heart”

Nick Kroll and John Mulaney “hi, hello” but they're super old 😭

YEAH OK OK IT WAS KOCA SODA. 

“I don't think my atoms are real jazzed about being in the wrong dimension”

“With great power comes great-” “Don't you DARE finish that sentence”

Miles crouching on the side of the wall

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ITS THE MEME IMG YAAAY

CLACKITY CLACKITY CLACKITY-

MILES CAN TURN INVISIBLE 

HER INSANE DESKTOP

HES JUST TAKING THE WHOLE COMPUTER!!!

GWEN ALCHEMAX INTERN

“let me tell you the good news. We don't need the monitor.” 😭

BAGEL! guy!!!!!

GWENNNNNNNNN

Ok I paused during the swinging scene to go get some food and get dressed and then came back

It was oatmeal btw

OHHH THIS IS NOT THE GWEN HERE

The fact that all of the intro shots are the same is very fun to me

Peters her best friend AWWW

OH IT IS THE GWEN HERE!!!

I THOUGHT IT WAS!! BECAUSE SHE WAS WEIRD ABOUT HIS STICKY POWERS

AND SHE TIME TRAVELED TOO… SO COOL

“I like your haircut.” “You don't get to like my haircut.”

“How many more spider people are there?” “Save it for comic-con” “what's comic-con”

Every time we cut to kingpin I lose it 

AW VANESSA AND RICHARD :(

why is this guy blue btw they haven't addressed it at allllll 

Fascinated by Gwen’s universe where Peter Parker isn't spiderman.

AWW PETER AWAKE IN THE BACKSEAT 

AUNT MAYYYYYY

I'm literally obsessed with aunt may 

ALL THE DIFFERENT SPIDERSUITS!!!!!

my faefriend has told me about all these I think. like a good chunk of these I recognize. No idea what they're called or what they do but.

THE IMG OF MILES LOOKING UP AT THE SPIDERSUIT.

THE NAME TAGS FROM THE INTROSSSS

SPIDEY SENSES

SPIDER NOIR HEHEHEHAHAUD

PENI AND HER FUNKY LITTLE MECH!

HIIIIIII SPIDERHAMMNMM!!!!!

LITERALLY OBSESSED WITH SPIDERNOIR. 

the dichotomy between noir peni and ham is so so funny

Noir is so cool

Augh… Them talking about how he isn't ready when he's right there…

HIS DAD CALLING HIS UNCLE… 

Why is he writing a letter in marker

Fucking prowler. looks so cool

OH SHIT PROWLER IS UNCLE AARON!?!?!

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NO LONGER WORRIED ABOUT HIS SAFETY HOLY SHIT

DID HE BRING HIM TO THE TUNNEL WITH THE INTENT OF SPIDERMAN?!

Uncle Aaron HAS to know that it's Miles

This is so fucked

Peni doing her fun thing!

Noir trying to identify colors!

Does that mean noir can only see grayscale. that's hilarious.

I love the different art styles

Aunt may like please let's not fight in my house

“We don't pick the ballroom, we just dance” noir I'm obsessed with you

Did ham just crack a plate over his own head

I love that he can turn invisible that's so cool 

Especially when he keeps flickering in and out when he's scared. Miles my beloved 

OH HE DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS MILES OH THANK GOD

I mean this is really really sad but also good because it means he isn't knowingly  homicidal towards his nephew 

HOLY SHIT. 

KINGPIN SHOOTING UNCLE AARON BECAUSE HE DIDNT KILL MILES

I'm going to sob on the fucking floor

HIS DAD 

HIM TURNING INVISIBLE BECAUSE HE DIDNT WANT TO FACE HIS DAD AIGHSJDKA…

HIS INVISIBLE POWERS ARE LITERALLY THE MOST HEARTBREAKING THING IN THE WORLD

HE THINKS MILES KILLED HIS UNCLE FUCKKKKKKKK

THEM NAMING ALL THE PEOPLE WHO THEY WATCHED DIE. AUDJFJCJSKAF…

IM LEGITIMATELY TEARIN UP GANG FUCK THIS MOVIEEEE

if you can't tell I love it

“Miles, the hardest thing about this job is… you can't always save everybody.” SAID BY A LITTLE CARTOON PIG VOICED BY JOHN MULANEY. 

ALL OF THEM CRAMMED ON THE CEILING OF MILES DORM HOLY SHIT 

Noir is really funny to look at in the light

I don't think noir is in the second one which is 😭

The relationship between Miles and his Dad is literally going to make me cry

THE LIGHTNING CRACKLING IN HIS EYES AND THEN HIM BURSTING THROUGH THE WEBS AND THE PATTERN ON HIS SKIN!!!!!!!!!!!

Aunt May waiting for Miles in the basement!!!! 

HIS EYES LINING UP WITH THE SPIDERMAN SUIT WHEN THEY HADN'T BEFORE.

The what's up danger scene really is that fucking incredible. oh my god. I got chills.

He spray painted his suit and the spider is drippy!!! I'm literally about to go feral.

The hoodie and jacket and Nikes and shorts still over the suit. 

The WOOOOO as he goes up the place he fell before.

The incredible shot of him stationary mid-air that I think was the poster

This is literally the coolest movie ever

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HIS COMIC JOINING THE PILE.

THEM DRESSED AS WAITERS DJDJDJJAJAJC

PETER AND MJ…

DRAMATIC CUT TO NOIR HOLDING A PLATTER AND GWEN SO GODDAMN TIRED

MJ is so pretty in this art style btw. 

The Doc Ock tentacles creeping in through the ceiling right behind Peter…

MILESSSS

“I love you I'm so proud of you!” AUDHFJDJAJAJDK!!!!

MILES MAKING PETER RE-EVALUATE IF HE WANTS KIDS…

NEW YORK BREAKING APART

Noirs fight is SO COOL. Putting the hat on the guy and then punching him in the face.

sorry I love film noir as an aesthetic and spider noir is so cool

PENI V SCORPION 

THE FUCKING ANVIL. 

FUCK THEM UP HAM!!!!!

PENI HITTING THE GUY WITH A ROBOT ARM AND IT BRIEFLY FLICKERING TO HER ART STYLE!!!!

PENI’S ROBOT FRIEND D:

DOC OCK GETTING HIT BY A DAMN TRUCK

obsessed with Peni and Noir's friendship.

NOIR SAID HE LOVES THEM

HE TOOK THE RUBIX CUBE

EVERYTHING FLICKERING BLACK/WHITE WHEN NOIR ENTERS

HAM SAYING “THATS ALL FOLKS” AND PETER ASKING IF HE WAS LEGALLY ALLOWED TO SAY THAT 😭

GWEN AND MILES FRIENDSSSS

MILES HOLDING ONTO PETER'S SUIT AND DROPPING HIM IN. 

“It's a leap of faith.” FUCK YOU

“Not bad, kid.” FUCK YOU 

Miles taking kingskins gun and saying “that's cheating” 😭

VANESSA AND RICHARD LEAVING THE SAME WAY THEY DID IN THE FLASHBACK BECAUSE KINGSKIN WAS DOING THE SAME DAMN THING. FUCK ME DUDE.

MILES DAD IS WATCHING

THE ENTIRE FUCKING BRIDGE. 

This is the coolest fight scene ever btw

HE ELETROCUTED KINGSKIN WITH THE FUCKING SHOULDER TOUCH

the fact that the interconnected universes look like a spider's web. fuck dude.

HAMS ANVIL

THE BUILDING FUCKING EXPLODED. IS MILES’ DAD OK!!!

IS HE FUCKING OKAY!!!

OK THANK GOD HE'S ALIVE

HIS DAD OFFERING TO PUT UP SOME OF HIS ART AT THE POLICE STATION

C-MOBILE 😭

THE HUG!!!!!!!

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IM FULLY CRYIN BTW.

KINGSKIN HELD UP BY THE WEB. “FROM YOUR FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD SPIDERMAN.”

THE UNCLE AARON ART. FUCKING HELL DUDE.

Omg miles finally has friends

PENI'S ROBOT FRIEND!!!

NOIR SOLVED THE CUBE!!!! I proud of him

PETER GOING TO SEE MJ WITH FLOWERS…

GWEN CALLING OUT TO MILES ACROSS DIMENSIONS!!!!

THE SPRAY PAINT SPIDER

the credits are fucking INCREDIBLE

the different art styles I'm going to scream

NOIR SHOWING OFF THE CUBE. 

Did that just say Nicholas Cage.

Who the fuck is voiced by Nick Cage.

NOIR?!?!?!?! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN HE'S NOIR HOLD THE FUCK ON.

N O I R?!?!

Incredible movie.

“That person who helps others simple because it should or must be done, and because it is the right thing to do, is indeed without a doubt, a real superhero. -Stan Lee” FUCK ME SIDEWAYS WITH A CHAINSAW DUDE

Literally crying again over that.

Ok yeah that was a really good movie. I'm gonna start the second one in a bit. I think I need some recovery time 😭

Wait I skipped to the end to see if there was an after credits scene and. Ok obsessed with Spidey-Bells. 😭😭😭

MIGUELLLLLL I KNOW THIS GUYYYYYYY 

THE SPIDERMAN SCENE. THE POINTING SCENE.

IM GOING TO CRY THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY

INCREDIBLE AFTER CREDITS SCENE.

end of liveblog! as you can see I really fucking liked it akjdfskajf I had to put the pagebreaks in otherwise tumblr got mad about like. 4096 characters per text block limit? ok wild. it provides checkpoints which I think is nice. onto the second movie.

[thessalian]

Thess vs A Return to Normalcy

Updates from the workplace, and the news is ... for once, not terrible.

See, turns out that Scruffman came in on Sunday, along with the other part-timer (who has been petitioning for more hours and I think she's going to get them at this rate), and really registered the massive dent I made in the backlog. Because seriously, that whole week we went from just under 300 to just under 150 and that was about 95% me. So we're finally back down to the low-mid double digits in terms of the size of the typing queue, and I have a feeling Scruffman had a general sense of, "Ooh. [Thess] did a lot. [Thess] should not have been doing that much, I know that."

Scruffman does not have the best communication skills, mind - especially not over email. He sent an email going, "Give me a bell ASAP" and actually included his number, which I have had stored on my phone for literally years, so I thought there was going to be something urgent and horrible. Because, you may recall, he was going to touch base with me today about potentially having to drag my poor fibro-riddled carcass over to fucking Hampstead owing to lack of bums in seats. I was concerned that this was going to be a call where Issues were brought up.

However, no, this was his way of saying, "I has a concern and want to make sure you're okay after the hours you put in last week". I didn't pull punches, either. He asked how I was doing, which is how he starts all telephone conversations, really, and I just told him, "I seriously overdid it last week". I could hear the gears turning as he was going, "Oh. Yeah. Oh, right" before moving on to the whole thing about the various unexpected absences.

So ... turns out that Violet, Goblin, and Temp are all out at the moment, though Goblin and Temp are apparently coming back on Friday. He's got Other Part-Timer coming in tomorrow, so it's really only Thursday where there might be a requirement for me to come in. But apparently that's only if Scruffman himself takes ill or something else goes entirely to hell. It was pretty clear that he was trying desperately hard not to make me go into the office, particularly after the couple of weeks I've already put in. He also recognised that I do more typing when I'm at home than I do at the office, and then surprised me further by going, "I don't necessarily mean overtime or anything!" like he very much doesn't want me to have to do any more of that either.

So the overall gist is, "Things are back to normal, we will try to manage things without forcing you on to public transport, thank you for all the help and we promise we're not going to make you do too much more of that!" I'm not sure what happens with my overtime - whether it's Time Off In Lieu or actual money, but I think I'll find that out when Head Honcho comes back from his own holidays ... or rather, when I come back from mine because he's away until next week and I'm off next week.

I very much need to be off next week. I haven't fully recovered yet. But at the very least my house is full of nice foods to have that don't require too much in the way of cookery. I did up a pork roast last night so I have leftovers from that. There's a roast chicken that's good in the fridge until Friday, which gives me time to do things with the leftover pork roast and with the duck legs and pork chops I got on sale with this month's grocery shop. But tonight, since I am exhausted (whoever was typing with me today also left me with the longer bullshit - thankfully there were no ten-minute atrocities but if I see one more placenta report this week I'm going to lose my damn mind), it will be leftover roast pork with mashed potato and an asparagus/tenderstem broccoli medley, with an appetiser of gluten-free mozzarella sticks (which, yes, still have the lactose issue but I have Lactaid so I can still have my breaded hot cheese) and possibly a salad. I did actually eat today! Okay, not lunch, but two pieces of gingerbread as breakfast went really well with my morning coffee.

[confusedpandabear]

Okay fluffy headcanon this time: Imagine Haru buying tickets to Gou’s favourite concert (jpop or something probably) and taking her and being thoroughly overwhelmed by the experience of a massive stadium full of screaming girls, but when he watches how happy Gou is, it makes him smile (and it’s all worth it) (and he doesn’t remember the concert because he’s watching her the whole time thinking about how beautiful she is).

I LOVE THIS PROMPT.

HaruGou: Drabbles By Confused Panda Bear Chapter 35: Only for You Read it below or on AO3.

I love my girlfriend.

I love my girlfriend.

I love my girlfriend.

Haru had to repeat this in his head like a fucking prayer.

Because he wouldn't be here if he didn’t, willingly subjecting himself to what could only be described as his personal version of hell.

Right from the get go, it was sensory overload. 

Strobe lights, smoke machines, lasers and confetti, and a stadium full of eighty-thousand fans, which, going by the piercing pitch of their excitable screams, were 99% female.

One of them, much to his displeasure, was his very own girlfriend.

Gou had been obsessed with some boyband for months now, and finding out that they would be in town, Haru spent what could only be described as a small fortune on tickets for her to go and see them.

He saved up for months, and stayed up late one night to sit in an online queue for hours to make sure he booked the best seats he could get.

He’d even shelled out for those extortionate glow sticks that she could wave around during the concert, let her buy all the overpriced merchandise she wanted—even accompanied her to this spectacle at her request—and what did he get for all of his efforts? 

Gou gushing over some pretty boy on his fourth wardrobe change of the evening and screaming at the top of her lungs: 

“Oh my GOD, look at his triceps! I LOVE YOU, HOKUTO-KUN!”

Haru glared daggers at her then as if to say: what the hell, I’m standing right here?! but it wasn’t like she would have noticed either way. 

She was too busy dancing, belting out the lyrics of an upbeat song word for word, having the time of her fucking life, and in the end, that was all that really mattered.

A song finished with a dramatic dimming of the lights and an explosion of fireworks, and when the haze cleared, her eyes were on him and she was practically glowing.

She wrapped her arms around his middle, squeezing him tight.

“You’re the best, Haruka-senpai!” she said, and he couldn’t help but smile into the crown of her hair.

Yeah.

I love my girlfriend.

[alongfortheridenovel]

Chapter 2

Busch

The sun starts to set, casting its golden light across the park grounds. I stand near the entrance to Loch Ness Monster, and I watch as guests pass us to leave. The park is due to close soon. Guests go to queue lines to get one final ride on their favorite coaster before leaving for the day. Kasey and Mythica walk past us as they clock out.

“Busch? Did you not hear what I said?”

A confused voice snaps me out of my haze, and I look back at Nessie. Wolf sits behind her. It seems the two have calmed down since my reveal of wanting a new coaster here in the park. I sigh apologetically, licking a paw and drawing it over my ear. “Er- no..what did you say again?” I ask Nessie.

The little green cat sighs and Wolf giggles behind her, amusement shining in his blue eyes. “I asked if you've really put some thought into this.” I freeze and curl my tail around my paws. How can she see right through me like that? I look down and I hear her face-palm. “Busch, don't tell me you want to do this out of pure jealousy.” She tilts her head. “You made Wolf with perfect precision, just like you did with me.” She explains. “Hey. I know better.” I meow, gritting my teeth. 

My fur feels itchy. I can feel the symbol on my back grow warmer as a gold light starts to glow from it. This usually happens when I feel any strong emotion, and I start to grow antsy under their gazes. “This park needs something new and exciting.” I stutter as Nessie and Wolf stare at me in confusion. “..N-not saying you guys aren't, but you know what I mean! I want it to be tall, fast, and strong! Just like a dragon! That's the idea I have in mind for it…- a dragon.” I meow. Nessie and Wolf look at each other like I've just told them I’m demolishing their coasters. Nessie suddenly stands up and places both paws on my shoulders, leaning back onto her haunches. “Busch, just answer us. We just wanna know what’s going on. You’re usually careful. You like to plan things out.” She meows gently.

Wolf stalks up beside her, casting a shadow over the both of us. He’s..tall. His blue eyes are kind. “We can help you figure out what to do with this new coaster idea.” He smiles. “You said a dragon, huh?” He looks at Nessie, a gleam in his eyes. What’s he up to? “She’s got some dragon-like features, right?” He asks.  “Like..that horn on your face.” He nods to Nessie. “Fearsome frills behind your ears. Claws and teeth that can do some pretty nasty damage. Plus,” He adds, “that tail of yours can send someone flying!” Nessie giggles. “I’m flattered, Wolf.” She purrs.

I roll my eyes. “What are you two planning?” I ask. Wolf turns to me. “I’m saying that Nessie can help you more than I can. Besides, she was here before me. I’ll be your wingman.” Wolf puffs out his chest. I can’t help but chuckle. “Wolf..that’s for relationships,” I tell him. He puts a claw to his lips in a “shh” motion. I snort, letting out a small sigh of acceptance. “Okay, okay. Deal.” I agree. Nessie turns to me.  “So, Busch. Earlier you told us all that a new blueprint will be done. Tomorrow. How the hell are you supposed to get a blueprint of a roller coaster done by-” I interrupt her. The symbol on my back is pretty warm now, a full solid gold color. It glows, and I can tell my eyes have turned a very light color, my irises and pupils disappearing. I concentrate on how I want the layout of the new ride to look, and I wave my paws in the motion of a blueprint.

Nessie and Wolf start to step back as golden sparkles and particles circle the ground in the motion of my paws. A sudden blueprint appears with the layout exactly how I imagined. Nessie’s eyes are wide, and Wolf looks like he just saw me sprout wings and grow two heads. He pokes the blueprint. “Is- is that real?” He asks. I nod. I can feel my body return to its normal temperature, and my eyes return to normal. Wolf looks me up and down. “S-So is that how me and Nessie-” I nod again. “Yeah. You guys are real, in the flesh animals. Just made from my magic.” 

Wolf tilts his head. “So you're our parent.” “Uh-”

“OH MY GOSH.” Wolf places his paws over his snout. Nessie shoots me a look and I face-palm. I sigh and wave a paw in front of Wolf’s face. “Hey, Busch Gardens to Wolf, you there?” I ask him. Wolf shakes his head rapidly and, after regaining himself, nods. “Yes, yes. Sorry.” He and Nessie sit in front of the blueprint on either side of me. “Okay, guys. So,” I begin. First, I point to the lift hill. “I'm planning for the train to enter that wraparound corkscrew right after that lift hill,” I say proudly. Nessie shoots me a wary look. “Busch, are you sure about that? The force of it could send some riders into distress. Their bodies could have some pretty unstable reactions, and might not give them enough time to adjust to the force of that drop.” She tells me. I wave a paw dismissively. “Hush up. Listen. After a few parts here, the train is going to enter a camelback hump hill. It's gonna make them feel weightless!” I can feel myself purr with excitement. It's gonna be great, I can feel it!

“See where I’m headed?” I ask the two. “I’ve already got a tagline for it: “Feel the Heat.” I roll up the blueprint. “How are we feeling about this?” Nessie looks a little off-put. “Er- that whole corkscrew after that drop. Are you sure you wanna put that there? Out of all the places that the track will have? She asks me in disbelief.  I sigh. “Nessie, if anything goes wrong, I promise I’ll get rid of the corkscrew and wait, okay?” I search her face for an expression. She finally sighs, nodding her head slowly. “Alright. Just think about our guests, okay? Remember, Kasey and Mythica need to hear about this, too.” She reminds me. “I’ll tell them tomorrow, don’t worry,” I assure her. With that, she turns away. “Goodnight, guys. See y'all tomorrow.” She turns the corner of the entrance to The Loch Ness Monster. I can assume she's going to sleep. I turn to Wolf. “You?”

Wolf glances at the ground. “I’m..a little nervous if I'm being honest.” He murmurs. I don’t think I've seen him this nervous to speak to me since I and Nessie first met him. I walk over and place a paw on his shoulder. I gotta stretch due to his size. “I promise you, I know what I’m doing, Wolf. Everything will work out. I’d never put you guys, our staff, or the guests in any danger. We're all a family.” I meow as gently as I can.

That puts a little more hope in Wolf’s eyes, and he nods at me. “Yeah..you're right. I'm sorry.” He apologizes. I frown. “You have nothing to apologize for, Wolf. It's okay.” I chuckle. His eyes meet mine, and I’m pretty sure I still see some doubt, but it’s quickly overtaken by some weak optimism. “Okay.” He stands up. “Goodnight, Busch.” He smiles at me as he makes his way toward the Germany section of the park. I turn away from The Loch Ness Monster and go the same way Wolf did- except I pass The Big Bad Wolf, and instead, I walk towards a clear section of land. This is where I want you to be. A slight breeze stirs my fur. Drachen will be your name. You will be great, I promise. I keep my eyes on that bit of land before I let out a sigh. I know Nessie wants the best for this place. I do too, but I need to worry about myself as well.

She’ll understand. I mean hey, if anything goes wrong, I’ll shut it down.

***

I wake up with a start under a tree. ..what…? I lift my head. I must've fallen asleep. How the hell do you fall asleep out in the open like this?! I ask myself. I sigh, groggily standing up and stretching. I notice how It’s still dark. I take a glance at the sky and notice the faint light of the sun creeping up above the ground. I suddenly feel my heart drop to my paws.

Where’s my blueprint?

I mean I could always make another one, but I really seemed to like that first draft I made, and-

“Busch! I found this.”

Wolf comes up to me and drops the sacred blueprint at my paws. “I think you dropped it on your way over here.” He told me. “You were tired, huh? Whatcha been doing?” He asks, tilting his head. I shake out my pelt and start to lick my paw. “I was figuring out where I wanted this new coaster to be. Right over there. By you.” I reach up, pawing him in the chest. That causes him to grin..maybe a little too much. But hey, I can’t blame him. “Me?” He asks. “I-I..wow..” I can’t help but let out a soft chuckle at Wolf’s excitement. “Yes, you, silly.” The sun reaches just the tip of the ground now, causing golden rays to shine over us. I wanna tell Wolf what I’ve named the new coaster, but I can’t. I’m waiting until Nessie, Kasey, and Mythica arrive. 

“Alright.” I meow. “Let’s go get Nessie, hm?”

Wolf nods in agreement, leading the way. I literally cannot see over him, so I trot beside him. We make our way through Germany and France, and we make a quick trip through Ireland just for the hell of it. We finally reach Scotland, and Wolf disappears around the sign as we reach The Loch Ness Monster. Nessie’s room is located inside the wall by the very first of the queue lines. I figured she’d like it there. A moment later, Wolf rounds the corner with the little green cat on his back. “She’s still sleepy, give her a moment.” He barks apologetically, his eyes kind. “All good,” I reply. 

We wait by the entrance as the sun grows higher, and after a few minutes, Kasey is the first to arrive. Mythica isn’t too far behind. I stand up and walk over to greet them. “Morning, ladies.” I purr. “I’ve got the blueprint done and ready,” I tell them. Mythica puts a paw on her hip. “From what Kasey told me, Nessie seemed pretty worried.” She looks down at me. I sigh. Seriously? “We’ve got everything sorted out. I swear. Come on, follow me.” 

All five of us make our way to the spot I was at last night. Wolf gently helps Nessie down as she regains her energy. “So.” She yawns. “This is where you’ll put it?” She asks me as she walks onto the grass. “Mhm. I’m gonna add some walking paths, as usual. Add some more buildings to add to the German theme we’ve got going on. And, I’ve figured out a name for her.” I explain.

“Ooh.” Kasey chuckles. “A her! Cool. Do tell.” She smiles at me. “Drachen. The name of the coaster will be Drachen Fire.” I say proudly, unrolling my blueprint. Mythica and Kasey crouch down around me so they can examine it. Mythica points at the corkscrew that comes after the lift hill. “Uhm-” I sigh. I cannot do this ANYMORE. “Everyone’s been pointing that out!” I snap. I cannot take any more people trying to criticize my ideas. “If it goes wrong, I’ll change it, but for now, I’m keeping it, got that?!” I snarl, unsheathing my claws. “You all may think you know how this works-” Nessie tries to interrupt me. “Yeah, we kinda do, Busch, we’re-” “But you aren’t the ones building it! I am! Because I have the magic to do so!” I yell. My fur is bristling, and I feel warm again. The symbol on my back starts to glow.

Nessie looks shocked, Wolf looks hurt, and Kasey and Mythica look confused and startled. Kasey, the more sympathetic one, picks me up. I feel my paws lift off of the ground as she holds me in her arms. She gently strokes my head. “Busch. It’s okay. Mythica wasn’t trying to be rude. She just wants the best for the ride and riders. As do all of us. Because we wanna ride it, too.” She whispers. 

Oh.

That’s what I forgot.

My team. My friends. 

The residents who inhabit this park.

I frown, ridden with guilt as I bury my face into her arm. My mews are muffled as I speak. “I...I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get angry, I just want this place to be as good as my park in Tampa.” I suddenly spill out everything I've been bottling up. “I'm so afraid people will grow bored of having just two roller coasters. I don’t want you guys to leave, grow bored of me, or get hurt. I wanna entertain you guys, and provide some sort of comfort here. Because I know where you come from, Kasey. I know it’s hard.” I sniffle.

 Kasey pulls me into her embrace tighter. “It’s okay. We understand. Sure, my home life back in California wasn’t so great, but I’ve found friends and fun here, thanks to you. ” She says to me softly, a grateful smile on her face. I can hear Nessie speak next. “Yeah. We don’t care how many roller coasters you add, Busch. I was just so worried because you planned me and Wolf out perfectly, but with..what’s her name gonna be? Drachen? You just jumped right into it. We just want you to be careful.” She says as Kasey gently sets me back on my paws. I turn to Nessie and hug her. “I promise I’ll take it into my paws if it doesn’t work out, okay? I swear.” I sniffle again, trying to dry my eyes. “I’d never want to hurt you guys,” I tell her as I pull back. Nessie’s yellow eyes are kind, and she nods with understanding. “Mhm. I know.” She murmurs in reply. 

I straighten myself out again, turning my gaze back to the blueprint. “I don’t know if you guys noticed the layout I have for the train.” I point to the right side of the paper. “Look here. I’ve got it planned out like this-” I wave my paws and hold them above the paper. Golden sparkles float from my paw pads as the whole layout turns to color. Kasey and Mythica look like I’ve just grown an extra set of limbs. I just noticed they’ve never seen me use my powers before. Nessie and Wolf aren’t so surprised, but Wolf still looks mesmerized…I wonder if he knows he’s alive sometimes. I snicker in my head, joking. Before anyone can exclaim about “how great my magic is”, I speak. “The train is going to have red cars with gray seats. Oh, and I’m planning to add some red trim lights. So, at night, it’ll illuminate the train and make it look extra cool.”

“I like that so far,” Mythica speaks up. “Pretty cool how the red light will look on it, considering the name will be Drachen Fire. I like where this is going.” She tells me. Enthused, I continue. I point to the actual coaster itself. “The track here will be light blue. The supports will be silver. It’s also going to have six- yes, six inversions and, this is my favorite part- a zero-gravity camelback element to make the riders feel weightless! Oh, it's gonna be great.” I finish speaking. “Any questions?”

Most of my team shakes their heads, except Wolf. “I’m pretty excited. It sounds like you’ve got everything under control, Busch. Just uhm- what exactly are you planning to replace that first corkscrew with if it doesn’t work out?” He asks. I clap my paws together, and the corkscrew on the blueprint changes to a normal, straight track that led into a camelback hump hill. Nessie nods in approval. “Good thinking.” She grins. “I like that.” I smile gratefully, feeling some weight lift off my shoulders. I’m very glad she approves of my Plan B. “Thanks, Ness.” I purr. “You’re welcome. When does construction start?” She asks. “I wanna start sometime next week. I’ll have you four stop by and occasionally visit. Make sure to let guests know that this area will be marked off for construction, okay?” I tell her.

“Gotcha.” Nessie stands up. “Alright.” I meow. “Let’s get this place open.”

By 11:00 AM, guests have started arriving. People walk through the park, taking pictures, eating snacks, and just overall enjoying themselves. I’m standing by The Big Bad Wolf. The trees cast a nice shade above me, protecting me from the harsh rays of the sun. I glance at the spot where I want Drachen Fire to be located. Before the park opened, I had used some magic to put caution tape and construction signs there. I notice guests stop and stare at the spot. One of their voices caught my attention. “Do you think this could be a new ride? A new coaster, perhaps?” Asks a red panda. She stands with her friend, a bear, who seems to be studying her shirt. “I think I stained it with some of that soda I got..” the bear sighs. 

I chuckle, walking over. “Morning, ladies.” I meow, looking up at them. The red panda and the bear looked down at me with awe. “Morning, Busch.” The bear says to me. “What’s this?” She asks. “Let’s just say, I’m planning to start building a new coaster,” I reply. The red panda and the bear both gasped. “SERIOUSLY?? THAT’S SO COOL!” The red panda squeals with delight. The bear starts clapping. “I’m sure it’ll be great.” She says, reaching down to pet my head. I let out a friendly purr, starting to walk off. “You’ll see it built soon enough!” I call over my shoulder as I walk off towards Das-Festhaus. 

Chapter 3

Chapter 1

[rewiredthethirdblog]

I just have to recap yesterday. Legit made 4 friends. And i wore the same hoodiend undershifr from bed nobody could tell lol. Pilling and all. So first tunza fun aaron lim born in 02' i think. Wmmt6 then he added me on his facebook. I remember his phone being so heavy lol shouldve commented but we were still talking cars etc. He was like whoa when i said i might be getting an 86 for 20k. Its like he couldnt believe i could drop that kinda money. I feel so cool thinking about it. But he also doesnt know im not going to finance it. 2014 model will be bought outright.

Then he told me id love deadpool x wolverine which i did came back booked it for 4:15 thinking itd have beyter seats but nope just like 3:30 at reading cinemas premium the next one also was full so picked an end seat second row from back. Girl there moved her cup cause yes I paid for my seat. Initially thought she was hot and she put her lip gloss on minutes into the movie in the way only a girl would do. And then she looked at me directly as i was giggling etc and then i looked at her a bit but we never locked eyes or anything she was with her family who were really cool but older kinda country vibes. She really warmed upto me only meaniute in then by the end of it she was practically waiting for me to chat her up etc cause she made her whole family stick around for end credits sequence whilstthe mum wanted to go. End credits was just swearing like a sailor funny as but expected more. I guess with how ludicrous the movie became it couldnt take itself seriously. I feel tho deadpool and wolverine is the perfect aussie marvel film. Two sarcastic etc idiots in it for our entertainment. I of course didnt want to ruon my deadpool experience so didnt utter a word but just enjoyed it all. Sat in my seat looked at my phone a bit and let the family go past me. I got up at very end and left last person to leave cinemas cause anxiety a little kicked in to make sure i got all my belongings in my bag. Checking multiple times. Anyways got out of cinemas her family outside bsthrooms looking at next films on the wall. She clesrly went bathrrom and i left for tunza fun again. Aaron lim wasnt there i messaged him but yesh long story short he said hell be there after film but ended up leaving at 5. Then i eneded up yalking to tunza fun lady there even more and wow. Every fiber of her was excited for me to be into her. Full smiles n helpful and so nice extra nice. Shed never correct me just help me further. Shes a total submissive.perfect grounds for a relationship. She had tits and ass too despite covering it up all in the outfit. So her body fills out nice.

Bought the best $4 end of specialz sandwhich chef chicken wrap in spinach wrap ever. So full and it was only a half piece!

I think it waz here then i Went back to reasing after esting it and the lines were empty so i waited asked about if they do reruns and got chatting to this girl. She was so nice little chat. She mentioned she saw mad amx fuross three times i said i dont belueve her haha. But she had to end the chat kinda early cause unknown to me the time.was getting closer and queues were getting fired up. What shouldve happened is another girl come out to server the other customers but nope lol. So yeah our convo cut short by way of circumstance. But i could tell how submissive she already was for me. Titght lil body this one tanned too. Dont think she had much tits or ass. I never got a look. She mightve had a nice body. She waz pretty enough faically for sure. And deff kind. I said thsnks n left. But mid convo this other girl. The temptress lets say. Could tell she was a cocksucker cause she looked me in the eyes and approved instantly of me. Surprised she didnt just tskeovef the convo then and there lol. Just approval. Teasing me to find her n fuck her she is.

Then went to kmart n saw a blonde brown or black girl almost a model kinda like the best calm curious confident jessica alba vibes. I felt instinct to turn around with my glasses. And she made eye contact with me. We both like each other. Even from a good 10m distance. Store was closing early over the speakers so.. Had to get something from kmsrt. Not enough time. Got myself size 8 black sandals because this msterial i tend to slip n slide in so small is better should be good as for house runs strapped in af too. Took it to slef checkout she felt something for me i waited in line she kindly let me know register was open. Its like she didnt wanna see me in pain of waiting. She felt me deeply and yet she didnt evej show it. I just bought it and left. A girl loves it when a guy wants her but doesnt need her. I expressed that by not turning around then. I went out of ksmrt with my shoes. Forgot about buyin a bag. back to sandwhich chefs asked the fella if it was closed got myself yhe potsto scslops for six. Amszing deal. Havent esten and at the tike of this writing i went to bed so esrly its still unopened epic brekky tho!

Anywho i went into tunza fun as i had an idea. Told the hotnicecutesexymytype lady to scan my card. No funds. Told her that my card i scanned it twice so.. Machine took all yhe credits. I asked do the machines do that? She gsve me a free game. Haha she also had to embarass herself cause she scanned two old style tunza bluedot cards and apologised then realised she needed a new style card. (yup I had given her my old style card somehow when explaining my case but it crossed neither of our minds only this morning i relaised lol)

So she after several minutes got back nd gave me a free game new swipe. So cute how she literslly there to serve me submissively. She plays the submissive part well. She knows shell get dicked down later. And my cum in her horny lonely mouth. She knows ill.molest and cum in her so much shell love it.

Anywho maori skinny chad lookindude and his fst gf and lil bro in the wheels i versed them. Was fun. Lil banter but i guess he wasnt used to making new friends cause he wasnt open much. But we all enjoyed. Think he just wanted us to add each other on the phones asap mostly. Thats why he whipped out his phone middle of the race. But dude lookex like a chsd. Anywho i gave his evo some bashin eith my z and he gave back but he n his lip bro totally was racing clesn i had to be the dirty one i wsnted to spice it up i had to make it interesting. He won the free game and hes soft spoken cause i didnt even hesr what he was saying but yesh his lil bro who i congratulsted on the win won and he got up and then maori chad got up and took a seat for the free game. I didnt know what to do so left lol. I coupdnt tell if he didnt wsnns break character in front of gf or was just shy but i had to go lol. Already made too many friends anywho but bet bro wouldve been chill af to know fr he seemed like 24 and such a good dude. With his kinda pedo glasses but if he didnt wear em hed look a stud. I just couldnt believe his gf was so fat n dark next to him must be true love. Her fsce waz pretty tho id fuck her only if she dropped 50kg. But id never think of doing that to him. Just saying for context why is he clearly dating down. Her bigness must be nothong compared to the love n cooking she gives him ig.

So i took my potsto scallop contsiner off the arcade dahsboard (which was wrspped nicely so couldnt tell what it was.) and took my shooes and greeted the hot lady wiping the floor near the entrance. Her so clesrly bending over down to me acting all sublissive for me. Id ssy shes round 28 max but maybe even 23. Walked back to get in the car but also saw people still queuong up so ssturdsy cinemaz always busy for wolverine eh!

Also gotta love how old employes of tunzafun and reading cinemas especially were all replaced by even younger and hotter girls. So hot the girls in reading esp. There was like 4 or 5 girls i saw working there. All petite didnt find a single one who couldnt be my type. The tall ladys mustve quit or found boyfriends lol. Im remebering the "pornstar latina" type of girl who came out to see who the man was chstting up this nerdy skinny nice girl. She instsntly gave me the nod and eye contact of approval. And went back in. She wanted me. Lil seductress. She knew im fuckin hot dressed like this even. My beard trimmeed not exactly small but styled nicely like wolverines n my hair messy kinda like a wolverine too. But either wsy you know sluts would still do me in this outfit even if my beard was bigger n a mezz n looked bad to me. The color contrazt of my skin n hair n outfit is hot af enough to cum in thier mputh repeatedly. Lol

So glas i wrote this up. Its past 8am now. Think i started at 730am.. Or before. Gotta go clean uo my lower half snywho. Ill edit this later but hsppy to relive it first thing in morning snd some in my dreams. Morning is perfect time to document the previous dsy.

[queerlyhalloween]

Omg I've also had to explain the whole "you know the smiler is probably the safest rollercoaster in the world right now??" thing and people just do not get it.

Like "ya but they lost a leg so the ride isn't safe" ok but the ride literally did what it was supposed to do and stopped safely. It was overridden because of human error and that could happen anywhere, and is actually more likely at other parks right now because alton towers are gonna make damn sure it doesn't happen there again while some operators at other parks will go "couldn't happen to us bc we're smarter than that" and get complacent.

"ya but no leg??? So smiler is bad"

But then those same people didn't think twice about fairground rides? And like I love fairgrounds rides but uh I have had to stop the ops from starting the ride because they forgot to put my restraint down before so 😶

(also shout out to Adam from college that approved of going 140mph on the motorway without a seatbelt but said that anyone who went on the smiler obviously didn't care for their own safety)

(hope ur ok w this message i just get very autistic about theme parks and I wanted to let u know I've been there too. Also I agree oblivion is 100% in a different category and I'd never consider someone less of a fan of amusement rides for not liking blivvy bc fuck oblivion is something else)

Yooooooooo! Yah I am also super autistic about theme parks DW you're always welcome to talk to me about rides, sorry for late reply been working a lot (bleh)

Mmm, much like with Chernobyl "human error" is used as a milquetoast way to say "overtired workers", and should be considered as case studies in why workers rights are important for EVERYONE.

I remember at the time the hospital had said to the news they might have to amputate both legs and the lass played hell because she'd just spent like £600 on a tattoo sleeve for her other leg and she was like "I s2g, you DO NOT amputate THIS leg, I JUST had it done!" More annoyed about the prospect of losing those tattoos than the other leg, understandable lol, so the doctors were like "fair enough" and only had to amputate the one

Yeah, I've been to Alton Towers maybe 4 or 5 times as a teen, when my parents moved to England we were only like an hour's drive from Alton so it used to be the "if you fukcing behave we will take you to go on rollercoasters at the end of the year" school trip. I had just about left secondary school by the time they built the smiler though so missed out on that one :( Haven't had the chance to go back yet! (Nemesis holds a special place in my heart, love the coaster, love the blood waterfall) I went to go on Oblivion once to tackle my fear... and then after 20 mins in the queue the ride broke down and I took that as a sign from a higher power lmao

ALSO I was so sad when they got rid of the log flume! It had such good theming! ...Although I understand why. I've probably been to Drayton Manor more than any other theme park and I always hated that bloody boat ride. DEFINITELY needed bars rather than just relying on G-force...

Ohhhh fairground rides really are a different beast! I have gotten actual whiplash on the waltzers before because I'm tall enough now that i can't rest my head against the back unless I slump down in my seat

Had a similar experience with a restraint except I was on some graviton style thingy with carts that spin around a wheel sideways (upright into the air), and while the bar WAS lowered, they seated me (kid, maybe 11 or 12, malnourished as shit so my body-type's probably closer to that of an 8 or 9 yr old) next to a pretty giant dude. So the bar got lowered and its a full foot away from my chest and I just sort of have to lock my limbs against all the surfaces and wrap my legs around the bar like a fucking spider. LEGIT thought i was gonna die on that one.

But you want the epitome of fairground unsafe thrills meets actual rollercoaster speed? Go Blackpool Pleasure Beach! I fucking LOOOOVE Pleasure Beach, there are rides there that were built in the Victorian era, it's got my favourite rollercoaster -a wooden rollercoaster called The Grand National- and it's also got some beastly things

There's this... carousel? It's not exactly a carousel because it's in it's own dedicated room and goes REALLY FUCKING FAST, on the outer lane (there's like 6 lanes of horses!) it's legitimately terrifying, whole things built around an old organ that plays as the ride turns and it lasts AGES, you just have to cling to your horse and hope you dont eat shit on account of the speed

There's also the Steeplechase (idk why they're all horse themed...) this one is more carousel horses except THESE run on tracks, you've got a belt around your waste and their are motorbike style handles sticking out of the horse's head so it's a BIT more secure but if you let go and fell to the side (as is your want i suppose...) you would just be being dragged around by your waist. Now... The "charm" with this one is that as a small child it was quite thrilling, then I took my little brother when I was, oh i dunno 20 maybe?, and WHEN you're an adult, cresting those little jumps (again, horse themed) at maybe 40MPH means you get airtime. Which means you're flung a good foot off the horse for a few seconds and when you reach the BOTTOM of the hill you're gonna come crashing cunt first onto the PORCALINE horse. Which is considerably harder and sharper than an actual horse.

And you stumble off the ride like a cowboy and the attendant laughs at you with a knowingness that tells you he likes this part of his job. A lot.

140MPH?! Do you mean Kilometers?! Otherwise I think Adam's trying to meet the devil lmao

[fuckinorangecat]

part 1

15/16/17/09/2023

As I begin to write this post, I realised quite a lot of shit happened this week + last weekend? I went to Osaka on a 7 hour coach straight after work last friday. When I reached Osaka, it reeked of hedonism and debauchery. It was honestly hilarious, the infamous stereotype that Japanese people don't fuck now seems like a fraudulent headline made for clicks. Everyone fucks, everyone was drunk and most important of all everyone was having a damn good time. I met up with a fellow JET shortly afterwards since he was letting me stayover. A great guy, younger than me. We went on the same flight together all the way from London so it was pleasant seeing him again. We hit the local convenience store to buy drinks but I also went and bought spaghetti. I was craving it and I was craving it cold lol, much to my friend's judgement and confusion. Once we got to the apartment, it was like the smallest place I've ever seen lol. It was a studio that costs 30,000 yen more than my place. The city...sucks. Not that I'm complaining about having a place to stay, hell no. I just feel for my man. We also ordered from a Matsuya (I think), a chain of restaurants that are opened 24/7. We both got rice bowls, was pretty decent stuff. I was so hungry because I was on a coach for 7 hours and it took an additional hour to get to my friend's place. After the latest dinner, we just spoke about life. Oh yeah I showered before eating, I'm not gross. I was practically rotting on the coach - I apologise to everyone. I was in my work clothes so it was extra nasty. But I digress. It was mainly my friend talking and me asking questions. It was actually his second time applying for this programme, the first time he failed which genuinely surprised me. I automatically assume most people past the first time. After talking for a bit we were straight up exhausted since it was then 3am. We went to bed and woke up at 8am the next day lol. Despite only running on 5 hours sleep, we went straight ahead with our poorly-planned schedule. We got to the station and I finally got a Icoca card which is sort of like a rite of passage in Japan. The more popular variant used in Tokyo is called Suica but they're the same thing. Although I WILL GET A SUICA TOO. It's pretty much exactly the same as an oyster card in the UK. Afterwards we went straight to Osaka castle and did a bunch of walking and touristy stuff. I took fire photos of my friend, his photos of me not so much but I'm ugly as fuck anyway so it didn't matter. The castle grounds were beautiful, we didn't go inside the castle because the queue was immense but we walked around the perimeters. There's a shrine in the castle grounds so we went there and I threw a 5 yen coin in and prayed for luck and happiness. After the castle, we decided to walk around for a bit to waste time. We were going to meet some other fellow JETs who wanted to tag along. We found a small cafe called "Mick Cafe" and it was great. Smallest cafe ever, dude was chill as hell and was just watching his TV whilst having a smoke. Tried Osaka cider and found out cider is different in Japan and fucking America. It has no alcohol, which obviously pissed the British in me off. The American JETs kindly explained that in the US it's the same but that there exists cider with alcohol. It's called "hard cider", what the fuck is this shit man. "hard cider"?! It's 4%. Nothing hard about this fucking cider. ANYWAY back to the diary note taking. We eventually met up with another JET in the middle of Dotonbori, just under the famous glico sign. By the way, Dotonbori is so fucking jammed packed full of people jesus christ, reminds me of Camden in the UK. We went for an Indian lunch after meeting up. I had a big ass biryani and tried pani puri for the first time. Fire stuff, I could eat a thousand of those things. With all of us weebs, we decided to visit Den town or some shit, I can't actually remember the name. It was supposed to be the anime sector but it was actually crazy small.