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moon in capricorn in the 2nd house @ 27°
moon in capricorn; capricorn is usually regarded as ‘the father’ figure. and because the moon is ruled by cancer which represents ‘the mother’, having this placement would be in the moon’s detriment. basically what that means is that having this placement may harbor tendencies to restrain and control emotions. capricorn’s ruler is saturn which is all about restriction, discipline, karma, order, maturity, etc. capricorn is an earth sign which are categorized as feminine or yin energy. capricorn is a cardinal sign which has an underlying sense of immediacy and urgency, very ambitious. capricorn moons need to learn patience when it comes to their emotions. they tend to distract themselves and keep themselves busy to avoid feeling out their emotions; they also seem to think that ‘thugging it out’ or getting high will solve their problems when it won’t :)
moon sign is in capricorn in the 2nd house. material stability is very important to them because the 2nd house is ruled by taurus which is the area of money, work, income, daily routines, values, material possessions, priorities, habits, job, and worth ethic. with their moon in the 2nd house, they may place too much emotional weight on material possessions, resources, and may be emotionally responsive when their material security is in jeopardy. they may also place a lot of value in their emotional wellbeing, family, and domestic life; they’re inwardly insecure fearing loss or their emotional state is determined by what they feel they possess and if they feel they lack, they not only feel threatened but in danger even.
their moon is at 27°, which is a gemini degree so themes may revolve around communication since gemini is ruled by mercury. what i think this means is that—now hear me out. the moon in capricorn is already in it’s detriment, and it’s restrictive. being in the gemini degree ruling communication, i feel like they have a very difficult time communicating their emotions, feeling them even. gemini are known to be chatter boxes but because the moon is in capricorn! it’s restrictive! it’s going to be shut down! they’re not going to talk about it, they’re definitely going to avoid their feelings, what more with expressing them?
still my archives AHHHHH again, these are very specific bc it’s literally a placement from someone i researched during my free time so it definitely won’t resonate with everyone, for a small crowd i feel. thx for reading if you did! i’ll be posting more archives fasho :3
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directors commentary on the first scene from a shape to fill a lack?
so the first scene contains the whole original conceit of the fic - tain has it in his head and julian and garak are ~involved~ and he's trying to sniff it out, and the more julian plays into it, the more he realizes that oh wait maybe -
originally the whole thing was going to be one conversation, but i realized i had started in media res just before julian goes into solitary and then the conversation kind of ran its course and I wanted to show more. so i did the flashback structure for the rest of the conversations... ANYWAY. getting sidetracked
julian is sort of casually cruel to tain by this point, he's tired of using all his energy to keep this awful man alive and now he's outlived his usefulness and julian is done. he speculates that someone has been instructed to allow tain special treatment, and i left that open ended whether the vorta that runs the facility (there's gotta be one to distribute the white, yeah?) has been bought out, either by some old tal shiar ally or maybe even mila. who knows. (beta canon is a mixed bag for me but i absolutely subscribe to the idea that mila also worked for the OO and had at least some resources at her disposal).
tain meanwhile is simply angling to break them up. he knows he's unlikely to survive much longer but he knows julian is someone who could actually become as important to garak as tain himself has been, and that is viscerally upsetting to him. (even worse, he GETS it. julian attractive, devoted to a cause, and quite ruthless when he wants to be - what cardassian could resist?) he's not good at it, but he's trying. he would've had a better shot back during the wire etc but at that point i don't think he had realized how serious it was. (probably still wouldn't have worked bc julian is sooooo stubborn and he would just resort to talking about awful things garak did but julian always processes that shit so fast. he's like
every time because he understands complex morality and manipulation and he's so compassionate and blah blah blah tain would make very little headway but. oh my god would he try)
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Whos your least vs favorite character in HH and HB and why?
Hm, now this I'd say takes some thought, both because of how we don't have Hazbin out right now to entirely judge (how much they change from the pilot to the show like designs can very quite a bit Not just because of more or different writers but because of generally more resources provided like time and money, but that varies studio to studio.) But also because it depends on criteria, which if up to me, I find a lot of Vivs characters are good in certain areas but unfortunately lack components in others needed to give them well rounded personalities, motivations, backgrounds, ect.
Hazbin
Least favorite: This likely isnt too shocking as I find Angel Dust is for a lot of people is kinda both a least and most favorite simultaneously. He has a very distinct character design workable for a silhouette test which I can easily give credit to! However He doesn't appear to look much like a spider in those as much as a general insect. My mind immediately goes to a stick bug not because of the legs but just proportionally he doesnt really have any spider proportions and even non silhouette speaking if the spots under his eyes were his other eyes, my problem with that is the both only look like spots, and don't act like eyes. I also find myself not a fan of how his design thus far hasnt tied into his capabilities. Personally I'm a fan of zoology, I loved catching bugs and lizards as a kid and my grandpa worked in pest control so he actually did at times teach me about insects. So when I see Angel dust, a spider next to someone like Val (who ive heard a varied cockroach and moth) my immediate thought goes to "Angel youre a spider, youre arguably the most capable of taking him out".
Looking it up the animals that are largely immune to spider venom are hedgehogs, skunks, ground squirrels, and pigs (points for his pig I will presume it intentional!) While the idea perhaps he has gold teeth replaced his canines that could be used for that, it also brings to question why didn't Angel use them prior? Or did he and somehow fail like not using enough? How did Val get the upper hand when to my knowledge Angel had 40 more years in hell than him? What was angel even doing before Val even arrived? Overall I find him to have interesting bits to him, but he has the development reminiscent of OCs I made in highschool where they were largely based upon aesthetics, but the substance that ties those pieces together is largely lacking. I'd also enjoy his character more if the whole "sinners being based on animals and objects" wasn't aesthetic (hell if they actually meant something symbolism wise, like Angel being a spider bc he himself for lack of a better term in life was toxic. He got by in life by weaving nice webs of lies and false promises, and the moment someone fell for it and got caught, he would poison them and turn them into Husks.
And maybe thats part of what weirdly works for him and Husk to become close. Be it Husk is already an aftermath of what Angel turned people into, making him almost redeem himself by helping someone that represents all the things he did wrong to people, or maybe its just Angel is put in a place of for once needing to see someone not for what they can do for him, but for who they are, because he never had to face anyone in the aftermath of what he did to them.
Most favorite: It may just be the personal family stuff, and it may just be my love of animals, but Husk has to be a favorite. Its very possible and likely because unlike the others we haven't had as much of Husk shown or given to us to really dislike. He comes off as your grumpy older dude who even just seeing the basic details of characters before watching the Pilot, I could see him playing a father figure role to someone like Crymini (or Crimini? I don't see enough of her to remember the spelling.) a rebellious teen which iirc was part of the original idea, and seems to semi carry into the show now if the leaks gave any idea since he was listed as a shoulder to cry on. And that bit is good! We should be able to see that pose and expression on his face and read that! Overall unlike Angel his personality reads as more charming by contrast to Angels constant jokes and being mean. (Unfortunately for Angel hes given traits that for some people like me, that gets grating fast when theres nobody he's going back and forth with and theres direct consequences to his actions that only appear to hurt others. This is funny when theres acknowledgement of a character having tried their best or theyre a jerk but there is a invaluable ability that makes their behavior a sort of price to pay for which also makes said character come off as despite the behavior having good intentions or at least good for helping the people we're supposed to root for) but Husk while he can come off as a jerk as a grumpy character has it balanced by having other characters provoke it and appear unbothered by his annoyance. It makes him a jerk to the audience, but not to the other characters that would make him hard to like. His design id say while not the worst, also doesnt entirely make the most sense I know he was apparently made by Viv's sibling so I'm not gonna look to style, but I am like angel gonna look at the function. With a magic and slot machine themes I'm left wondering why he's a cat mixed with a bird and not a dove mixed with a lion (two animals associated with magic and even vegas wheres slot machines are associated with) or even just a dragon theme in general as theyre seen as magical creatures. Looking at his design it does leave a lot to be desired, but hes meant to be a cat with wings and looks like one. I will say I'm not a fan of his outfit as it stands. Both because it doesn't really read as a ba tender outfit, and because his lack of shirt just immediately makes me think "theres gonna be so much hair in those drinks" which is specifically an issue because a bartender outfit would help remedy this to a degree. I think as it stands Husk is a favorite for me because what little of his character we have is relatively consistent, we don't know enough about his backstory for it to drastically contrast with his current life in hell yet, and his design tells us his personality, but only in pose and expression. I also wish his design meant something such as if he's essentially a sorry excuse for a dragon because a Husk implies he's a shell of what he once was and so instead of looking much more like mythical creature he's reduced to looking like a cat with bird wings. Wings that based. Being dark on the inside would either be fake or poorly maintained to the point he's incapable of flying. Itd be cool if his appearance tied into a theme of someone who's somewhat lost sight of all the magic in the world/become desensitized to it all (and therefore good in the world). He is one of the last people next to Vaggie to fall for tricks that rely on you being overly trusting of people. He does however fall for stuff that feeds into his need to be the smarter person it makes him feel validated because you have to be smart to pull off magic tricks and not being smart makes him feel like he has nothing. Imply he won't take a card because he can't read it and he'll snatch it out of your hands to prove you wrong. But he really likes seeing peoples eyes light up at a slight of hand trick.
I would like to think bc Husk has stopped seeing good in the world its the ways others like Charlie and Vaggie try and fail at things that almost force Husk to care because despite him being that way, he can't stand other people going down the same path. So he may not say anything when you fail at something and get upset over it. But the next morning after a night of complaining youll see whatever it is completed. I really hope they manage to make his character work i think it could be done really easily with what we already have.
Helluva
Least: I think as much as I would like to say Millie for how under utilized and how much potential she could hold as someone who grew up on a farm and became an assassin, it doesn't compare to the shift from concept to final product that Blitzø had as well as his constant screen time that doesn't help. Starting visually Blitzø doesn't really look like a clown turned assassin and the spikes on his back give an iguana esque look to him as an Imp. I like the stylized head shape that a 3/4s angle can give his head a heart shape, however i find his forehead marking both overly complex and that it doesn't appear to serve much of a purpose to where it would benefit being simplified. Naturally I think it would be cool to see how Blitzo's iguana traits tie into his design such as not being very aware of social ques because iguanas often communicate visually. However my biggest problem with Blitzø is how he seemed to work much better conceptually. Which is to say Blitzø is a jerk.
Now, jerk characters have to be handled well. The more of a jerk they are and the more it touches upon real life forms of unpleasant behavior the more you need to work to make their behavior palatable enough to keep the audience engaged. We're supposed to root for Blitzø after all! But when Blitzø calls Moxxie the r slur, he sexually harasses his employees, those are very real things that are not very funny IRL (having experienced some of these things, it especially makes them all the more grating which is something that should be somewhat accounted for in making jerk characters by balancing their traits). And luckily there are ways these jerk traits can be remedied. Ill keep it to three I type long enough and my talking tends to be worse.
Jerk characters are very case by case due to the varied nature in which theyre a jerk. However there are general balancing methods.
-Karmatic repercussions. Karmatic repercussions are often the use of am almost cosmic force punishing a jerk character for their actions. It often is more employed in kids cartoons but the idea is to make fun of them for how they act or make them. A good example id point to is Squidward who is often an annoyed grumpy jerk who refuses to engage with the fun of spongebobs antics but this is remedied by often having a sort of punishment that is funny. Its funny for Squidward to be run over by giant rock because he naturally doesn't believe spongebob can ride a rock, as well as being comically squished in the sand.
- Heart of gold where is counts. I am under the impression this was the goal for Angeldust but functionally this is where your jerk character frequently is a jerk however will show their kinder side after things go too far or to prevent things from going too far. Usually youll see this is persistent for villains who team up with the protagonist against another far more evil forces but sometimes its out of remorse for a protagonist. A workable example id point to would be Cotton from King of The Hill who's a jerk, but when Peggy loses her teaching license he does help her get it back despite largely being a unpleasant person. He's unpleasant but when it counts he helped her. (I dont have a good gif for this one so this will have to do)
-Who cares he's a loser. This one is fairly simple and utilized in a lot of cartoons. CodeName: Kids Next Door, The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy, Pokemon, Invader Zim, ect. Where a character is a jerk but theyre a loser which both downgrades the seriousness of what they do and makes us take what they say less impactful. A decent example I point to is Jack Spicer from Xaolin Showdown. He's a bad guy but we take his evil actions less seriously and are able to believe him becoming a good guy because we don't take those evil actions seriously.
And thats where Blitzøs concept art comes into play. i think a lot of his unpleasant and jerk traits would've been much more tolerable and able to be put up with if he was meant to be loser. He could insult Moxxie only to trip and fall into a mud puddle and it would work because it takes away any of the gravity of what he says. Quite literally "who cares what Blitzø says about Moxxie hes a loser". But on top of that its the way Blitzø is made a focus that also contributes to him being so grating. Youd think an episode focusing on where Millie grew up would focus on her and tell us a bit about maybe where and why she went from a farm to the assassin business and how she found the job but we got Blitzø and Striker. Youd think an episode that seemed meant to focus on Loona and Octavia based on the thumbnail and implication we'd see Loona's backstory would be about them, but instead it's Blitzø and Stolas on a sitcom set that we've had no indication really had any meaning or purpose to the story beyond Blitzø for some reason having trauma over seeing Loona at the pound. Which in itself was one of the big things that made me dislike his role im the story. Typically when you set up a flashback giving a characters backstory through the eyes of another person its to present a contrast in how they respectively viewed the situation or how that effected the character.
It would make sense if it was about why Blitzø is so over bearing towards Loona, because he's really trying to make her feel like she could do something with her life and that she's not a hopeless cause like she was told. But the way Blitzø is the one traumatized and we don't see how Loona was effected or how this looked through her eyes makes it feel like a last minute jumpstart to get Blitzø and Stolas out of the building after writing them into that situation.
Looking at it on a writing stand point and setting aside how unnecessary it felt to the plot akin to Millie and Moxxie's plot, a set up like that would have been a perfect for Blitzø to confront what happened that made him no longer perform on stage and why it was so significant. It felt like a perfect set up where Blitzø after having a flashback to how he met Loona would disregard the teleprompters and make a grandiose speech about how you can't just replace family the moment they become inconvenient to you. That in choosing to raise them as your own you have to take responsibility for not properly training and teaching them to behave and so he needs
Blitzø would be talking about its not right for him to just replace Loona when he adopted her knowing she had issues and made no efforts to actually correct her behavior. (In which Blitzø being overbearing would make sense as seeing this his responsibility even if Loona's an adult). But to the people on set, their actor just went of script and improvised a touching and impactful speech about the importance of responsibility. And as they end the episode, Blitzø gets the applause and cheer that makes him think he'd should consider becoming an actor as he makes his way to his dressing room until he's handed a paycheck and can't believe he's making so little. What do these guys take him for?! Do they have any idea how exhausting it is go be on camera for that long without commercial breaks?!
From their he and Stolas sneak out of the building while everyone else is preoccupied leaving the check discarded on thr floor of the dressing room and part of the joke is the actor Blitzø was mistaken for is later found dead is mourned for having died after giving the best performance of his life. Maybe someone sees Stolas discard his human form and they think he's the owl man cryptid known for hovering around people or places before tragedy but only conspiracy theorist types believe that.
But the sitcom plot didn't amount to much and the excuse Blitzø has a panic attack over Loona's trauma to a point of on camera claiming to see a kid snorting coke in the dressing room (which let me say with the amount of child actors that have come forward regarding how they were mistreated and knowing they turned to drugs either over stress or over their parents giving it to them, it comes off rather tasteless) doesnt even come off funny as unlike Darla Dimple in Cats Don't Dance, she wasn't mean or rude in a way to make it feel funny as though Blitzø was actually doing some good by revealing she did something horrible.
And because of that it just makes it harder to enjoy because Helluva Boss ends up this big show where Blitzø is the center of attention but he is arguably the least enjoyable character to have on screen. He's overall not a balanced enough character to find engaging on screen but its arguably made worse knowing theres such a massive contrast between who he is on screen vs the conceptual work that made his character feel much more balanced for the role he plays that feels like came to be from self fandomization.
Most: I don't know if this may be the personal connection speaking but to me, my favorite character is Octavia. Visually she doesn't look much like a hybrid between a swan and Owl as much as the crow owl hybrid Stolas is reminiscent of. I think it would be more interesting if her outfits had more variety in which she had royal clothes she has to wear but her outfit we currently see her wear is meant to be causal and comfortable but because she's part of the Goetia that is her only outfit meant to be because she's heavily expected to embrace her royal status and get used to walking around in royal attire. (Perhaps this is even an outfit she made herself and she would love to design clothing if given the chance?). I wish we saw more incorporation of the animals Stolas and Stella were and how Octavia inherits those traits as it could be a means to expand on how whether we like it or not we inherit our parents traits and not just physically. (Also perhaps expand on how Stella may be so against divorce because Swans mate for life meaning if Stolas leaves her she intended to kill the both of them. Meanwhile for Stolas as a tawny owl, while some mate for life its not universal potentially reflecting why divorce is seen as a problem. And in a way its their contrast in mentalities regarding marriage). Id argue she has the most interesting and compelling narrative of having to learn the harsh reality of your parents not being perfect and how to handle that. A struggle that you especially become aware of when your parents split and actively despise one another. My only issue with it is how often her feelings are dismissed or diminished as though an "id never forget about you" erases the times Stolas did ignore her or forget about something important in favor of Blitzø and Stella. (Viv your claim to writing the moments that everyone praises ignores how you as the creator of an indie production greenlight the worst moments too and its shameful to see you throw your fellow writers under the bus like that.) We've never seen anything meant to make these moments outliers or implied such outside of Stolas's insistence he does care for her and often times far too late.
And as much as it can be argued "why would Stolas remember, why didnt Octavia wait until he was done on the phone?" I both admittedly sooner sympathize with a kid who misunderstood their parents over a parent who to my knowledge would face no consequences to hanging up or holding the phone away to quickly ask "what" incase of an emergency as well as find it to be rather bad writing to make such a reach for why Octavia would feel so upset that she'd run away, just to flip it and insist "no actually she doesnt realize how much her dad loves her though". It feels inconsistent especially when we see Stolas in the audience of a sitcom set and not (what i feel wouldve made the focus on him more justified) ditching Blitzø because unlike his assassin boyfriend, Octavia has no means to protect herself and no familiarity with the human world.
To me Octavia would be an interesting figure to give us a sort of parallel or contrast to her and Stolas's upbringing. Did Stolas stay with Stella because in being raised by Paimon he assumed two parents was better than one based on what he wanted? Does Octavia need to produce an heir? Why not?
I think it would be an interesting direction if because Stolas was forced into an arranged marriage he has an aversion to anything that feels more than causal because his only experiences with love as a kid involved being forced into molds chose by other people and by result while he spared Octavia from needing to produce an heir, he's struggled to allow her form much in the way of any relationships outside her immediate family and it makes her likely struggle to understand other people since her interactions have been so limited. Overall I like her as a character, visually her design doesn't really work with what we know but could be expanded on to work if we got more of her character, and I really hope they actually give us more to her than just being "Stolas's sad daughter who just tragically doesn't realize he loves her"
A lot of it boils down to their intended ideas may be interesting and hold a lot of potential, but if you can't balance them out enough to be entertaining on screen and interesting characters both visually and writing wise, its gonna be really hard for me to root for who you want me to.
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I posted 2,100 times in 2022
That's 1,117 more posts than 2021!
45 posts created (2%)
2,055 posts reblogged (98%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@cottaqewhore
@elytrians
@leg-stealing-bee
@eroslaurie-fairybaby (my beloved)
@mossandsnalls (my beloved)
I tagged 908 of my posts in 2022
#wwdits - 176 posts (who would have guessed)
#guillermo de la cruz - 100 posts
#nandermo - 87 posts
#nandor the relentless - 84 posts
#what we do in the shadows - 84 posts
#ofmd - 73 posts
#our flag means death - 59 posts
#stranger things - 44 posts
#wwdits spoilers - 24 posts
#laszlo cravensworth - 23 posts
All this did was make me aware of my lack of Nadja + Colin posts, oops. new year's goal?
Longest Tag: 139 characters
#also for those of you that *are* able and trying to maintain a garden/livestock — remmeber to take care of the land the way it was intended
and I still stand by this
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
now wait a damn minute are we not gonna talk about the fact that Guillermo dutifully and quickly disposed of any corpses in the house EXCEPT for the one that Nandor used to replace him in his coffin, the one that more or less looked like him. and that one specific body Guillermo decided was ideal for casually cuddling/hanging out with and watching twilight?? i—
60 notes - Posted April 11, 2022
#4
eddie calling steve big boy while they're in kissing range was the death of me. thx
85 notes - Posted July 1, 2022
#3
some day soon I hope to have a little picnic. with good bread and pumpkin butter. with fresh fruit and cold water. i want clovers and dandelions abounding by the edges of our blanket. i want to hear water nearby and birds overhead. it is both something i hope for, and something i desperately need.
98 notes - Posted March 6, 2022
#2
y'all I made my way past mid s3 & I'm fucking losing it over the scene w the neighbor Shaun + Lazlo where Shaun's explaining the Pillow Dilemma and proceeds to casually refer to Guillermo and Nandor's non-attendance as hoping "Nandor and his boyfriend" would show
and Lazlo doesn't even bat a fucking eye. No questions or weird looks. Just accepting it like, yeah, that tracks. they seem like a couple.
139 notes - Posted April 11, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
there's something strangely satisfying about learning how to live outside of the capitalistic grip, even if it comes from a place of poverty within said hellscape. like,, hear me out.
being aware of the fact that you know how to do things that capitalism shuns bc the acts don't support the system such as: fixing clothes or even making new ones, being able to do knitting/nålbinding/crochet, make a variety of meals from staple pantry items, whittle spoons or arrows or whatever you need/want, hunting, maintaining crops and/or livestock (in ways that are healthy + good to the earth/soil/environment), how to ferment/make old foods last, how to properly take & tend to natural resources around you (aka foraging), how to reuse resources that would otherwise be thrown out. that kind of thing.
like, yeah, some of it isn't obtainable for everyone depending on where they live, their income, and/or their physical/mental abilities (especially hunting, farming, and foraging). and often this shows in small ways, like patching an old jacket, growing green onions from scraps or small pots of herbs in your shitty apartment, collecting dandelions and wild onions from your backyard, making stock from leftover meat/bones, etc.
maybe I'm just weird? idk?? but on the days when I'm not mentally spiraling abt the world or my personal situation being the way it is, I can take comfort, in a strange sort of acceptance of "i can rely on myself, to some extent, in spite of capitalism not wanting me to be able to." but yeah, I was just thinking about this.
172 notes - Posted February 19, 2022
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hiii :D would you ever consider making gifs for anyone really of the money heist: korea cast?
yes i have, and i would. but i’m not currently giffing + there are a few fabulous packs of some cast members in that project! my intuitive favorite of the cast is jeong jong-seo, but there are already two gorgeous packs of her by @lomapacks, one of which is from money heist (and is fairly sizable at 200+ gifs). i’d gif her as well, at least in other money heist episodes, but the rpc isn’t lacking korean girlies 29 and under so i’m not personally tempted to overpopulate my to-do list with them. plus she has those aforementioned resources.
if i’m going to broadly interpret your request + prioritize whoever i want from the cast, i’d first gif yunjin kim bc she’s a mf m/il/f... and while the rpc isn’t lacking korean resources, they are for korean fcs 35+ (esp women). maybe jeon jong-seo and lee joo-bin too along the way but lyk......... i am one slow motherfucker anyway so that’s unlikely
— tldr . . . yes i would and yunjin kim is now on my to-do list! maybe others too (such as lee joo-bin and jeon jong-seo), but either way, none of these potentially upcoming money heist packs will be released any time soon (and either way i’m so fucking slow). if you want to see any specific be giffed and posted soon, it’s best to ask another gif maker.
#asks#answered#notdaninotfound#rpt#gif pack update#decided that my 'mascot' will idk be from gifs from my most recently posted original gif pack#IT'S CALLED MARKETING!!!!
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I posted 20,149 times in 2022
That's 12,882 more posts than 2021!
187 posts created (1%)
19,962 posts reblogged (99%)
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I tagged 7,528 of my posts in 2022
#art - 881 posts
#jojo - 770 posts
#video - 745 posts
#fanart - 741 posts
#poetry - 409 posts
#fashion - 341 posts
#sw - 312 posts
#notsfw - 260 posts
#photography - 237 posts
#my post - 200 posts
Longest Tag: 139 characters
#on the 2nd day of my factory job they put me on a machine with exposed glue over temps of 300°f with basically a 'good luck dont get burnt'
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
i think rewatching leverage would fix me
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#4
me through gritted teeth: ice adolescence is coming. yoi will return. ice adolescence is coming. yoi will return. ice adolescence is c
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#3
like yeah. this IS funny. its funny the whole blue website is making fun of the other blue website crashing and burning. but theyre not your friend. theyre not joking with you because they have a personality.
it is a company. with financial interests. and tumblrs board of whatever has learned with shit like blaze and failed campaigns before that if they make it weird and ironic and different enough that ppl will buy. bc theyre marketing their brand. this is their brand now--irony and hellsite (affectionate) and being the last weird and genuine semi popular social media.
and thats whats dangerous. bc yall dont seem to realize that. tumblr is not any different from other social media at its core. this website sucks, in a fuckload of ways. and i know its been funny the last 6 months hyping up "god it sucks but at least its not facebook or twitter" but it feels like some ppl here took that seriously and now feel obligated to defend their Favorite Corporate Social Media With A Badly Paid Twitter Intern as if they lost their sense and become one of those ao3 defenders constantly talking abt "keeping the lights on!!!"
yall just look embarassing with this shit and then rbing posts abt leftism and bullying advertisers off
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i hope all of u transmisandry truthers realize that ur literally parroting terf ideaology by trying to subscribe to the idea that transmascs are Oppressed Because Of Their Sex. like. there is no such thing as afab oppression. trans men face transphobia and misogyny, which includes mistreatment AND lack of access to resources. that is not unique to trans men. women experience misogyny in society, and society doesnt believe trans men exist/are men, therefore = trans men get treated as if they are women, which includes mistreatment and difficulties obtaining resources. this is not hard to understand. there is no special form of oppression that trans men face that is unique among transphobia or in queer community. its just the combined result of misogyny and transphobia. it is not sex oppression (which doesn't exist). it is not ppl "hating men" and applying that to trans men. it's not transmisandry. get over urselves.
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My #1 post of 2022
some of yall r getting dangerously close to not being able to recognize fascism in prettied up words just bc it sounds as radical as socialism
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#tumblr2022#year in review#my 2022 tumblr year in review#your tumblr year in review#HELP MY TOP THREE POSTS BEING DISK HORSE SJSIDKDODKF 😭😭#also my top blogs r two mutuals and three big blogs ive liked wow#i did not realize poetry was my 5th most used tag.....poet bitches rise up
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BASICS.
Name: Joanna “Jo” Zhou
Age & Birthday: 35, April 28, 1988
Gender/Pronouns: cis woman she/her
Birthplace: Vancouver, BC Canada
Time in Hollow Cove: tbd
Species: Witch / Earth
Role in Hollow Cove: Seeker / Comms & Radio, Watcher
Positive personality traits: Conscientious, Decisive, Intrepid, Persistent, Resourceful
Negative personality traits: Argumentative, Dismissive, Headstrong, Particular
ABOUT.
1988 – 1994
Joanna spent her first few years in Vancouver, BC. Her father, Alan, was a journalist for the Vancouver Sun and her mother, Amy, was a photographer. Her magic manifested when she was four, revealing her to be an earth witch, just like her mother. But what should’ve been a lifetime of learning from her was cut short by a car accident that nearly killed a six year old Jo and did kill her mother who, in the split seconds before they were hit, used her magic to bend the back door around Joanna. It was a cocoon of protection human authorities couldn’t explain.
1995 – 2005
After that, it was clear that staying in the city was too difficult for Alan, now raising a young daughter on his own. So he returned to his hometown of Lions Bay, BC where he rejoined the coven his family was part of. The Armstrong coven. Within this coven, Jo saw her father reconnect with old friends and she had the opportunity to learn from other earth magic witches, and watch her father find kinship with other air witches too.
Missing her mom, Jo was a bit of a headstrong child, solid as the earth beneath her feet, but just as stubborn. And when her father remarried one of his old friends Jo felt her mother’s absence all the more. Her step-mom was kind enough, but there was always distance between them, especially without the shared magic she had with her own mother.
When her little sister, Jennifer, was born, Jo did her best to be a good big sister, but the difference in age, and upbringing made it hard to connect at times. They’d have sisterly fights but while might not have been the closest family, they still cared about each other.
2006 – 2019
Eventually, the city called Jo back. Growing up in Lions Bay had given her the opportunity to be in nature to a degree she wouldn’t have in Vancouver, but she wanted to be a journalist, like her father. She’d proven herself persistent enough growing up and writing for school papers, biking to chase down leads, waiting outside offices for comments.
Once she moved back to Vancouver for university, she remained there until supernaturals were revealed to the world in 2019.
2020 – 2021
By the time Jan 2020 rolled around, her gut instinct told her to leave the city and so she packed what she could and headed back to Lions Bay where the Armstrong coven packed up and headed east to a safe town.
At the start of 2021, after nearly a year of peaceful existence, things descended into chaos. Wolves (maybe one of ur muses?) were restless and tired of the witches running things. They tried to seize power and in the process destroyed any chance the town had for survival. The chaos of that night in February haunts Jo but she did the only thing she could think of, the one thing she knows her father would’ve wanted her to do. What her mother did for her. She saved Jen, getting her sister out of town before the military arrived. The chaos had alerted a patrol in the area and both sisters witnessed the town burned to the ground.
2022 – 2024
From then on they were on the road together and what was once a distance relationship began to close the gap. Trials and tribulations certainly have a way of bringing people close and for the first time in years, Joanna and her sister began to view each other in a different light.
On their journey, Jo began to try a more advanced form of magic, but was frustrated by her lack of consisted progress. Sometimes, she thinks of her mom saving her, and wants to be prepared to do the same for Jen.
Wary of towns but recognizing their necessity, the Zhou sisters stayed when they needed to, helping contribute when they could, but the moment Jo or Jen got a bad feeling, they listened to each other’s instincts.
Tired of running, though, they stalled on leaving a town in November 2023, when a torrential downpour swept through the region. But it would’ve been better to brave the storm than what was to come when the safe town was attacked and both sisters were captured.
They’ve been transported to two holding camps since the start of November, and Jo has done everything she can to stay close to her sister. Their most recent transfer in December has left them in Thunder River, where conditions are dire. Still, she’s determined to get them out, even as hope wanes and strength falters.
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@flyaboveitall said : hi friends bc the resources for maisie are lacking, can i please change melody's fc to samantha logan?
no problem. melody is now maisie richardson-sellers samantha logan!
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our babies + taylor swift songs
delicate ft. sofia & seungwoo
sometimes I wonder; when you sleep are you ever dreaming of me? sometimes when I look into your eyes i pretend you're mine, all the damn time
#a colored gifset from me??? who is she akhgdkfg#the second gif is so dark tho im sorry it was the best i can do#the lack of resources these two have almost made me wanna rip my hair out#i feel like there are other songs that could fit them better bc like#the whole song is about reputation right and liking them for who they are which i guess can be applied too#esp if we take into account what luca would say about seungwoo#but also the 'is it chill that ur in my head" was what really did it for me#bc i feel like they're very slowburn right but also very cautious about each other? and how they feel for each other??#like ofc seungwoo would be right bc she's his ex-crush's boyfriend's sister (that was a moutful)#but also sofia is also just naturally cautious#and she likes him yeah and she wouldn't even really know what to do about it#ok enough of that the tags are super long now#i've just been thinkin about them a lot lately ok#also while i was making this thing ahdg#otp: i'm always waiting for you to be waiting below#sofia im.#sofia x seungwoo#mine*
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I DO NOT KNOW WHY I HAVE A PENNYWISE OBSESSION BUT I DO AT THE MOMENT!
pennywise x male reader- reader just finishes a big life time project of theirs but it breaks just as when they’re showing it off (if its like an art project maybe it broke in the museum or sum in front of people) and they’re feeling fucking the worst bc of that like man ion wanna do anything man like all lazy around n shit like what is the purpose and pennywise is like being shitty bc idk i think thats how they are like why u sad all of a sudden weirdo? So kinda like angst to fluff in a way bc penny decides ‘hmm imma hear reader out and like yk be a better s/o and comfort them’ yk 
hahah I like it, I hope I get it right and I'm excited for this, I really love Pennywise
The dark circles under your eyes were unmistakable proof of how hard you had worked for it. How many nights of sleep you had sacrificed in order to achieve that work of art, that intricate and significant piece that now stood before your eyes and before the eyes of several other people admiring it in that art gallery.
The move had not been easy, but it was finally there, and you intended to enjoy the attention given to it, to boast about what you had worked so hard to achieve.
Until, before your horrified eyes and those of all those people, it had begun to fall, shattered by some effect of the material that no one had foreseen.
Maybe it had been the sun, maybe the transfer had really affected it... you had no way of knowing, no matter how many calculations and tests you had done previously, you simply could not understand why it had acted in this way, just at this moment.
The face of surprise of those present quickly changed to one of mockery, of indignation towards you and your lack of preparation, of pity and even indifference.
You felt your insides boil at their ill-considered reactions. And just as their empathy had abandoned their expressions at the first failure, so did your desire to continue in that place, because you knew perfectly well that apologizing and smiling in shame before those bitter critics would consume your will to live until you were nothing more than a shell.
So you simply grabbed your jacket, your keys and ran home, the only place you could get shelter from your humiliating failure.
When you arrived, Pennywise was already there, hunched over, staring at your window.
You didn't even feel like saying hello, so you just turned off your cell phone and collapsed on the couch.
You felt the presence of the clown next to you, who was watching you curiously and somehow knew perfectly well what had happened to you.
"I...I'm not in the mood for anything" you said in a sigh before sticking your face to the couch until you could see nothing else. He seemed to mumble something, touching your head and legs briefly, as if he wanted to make you react.
The above was repeated for a few weeks. You just went on autopilot, not wanting to do anything and not having the energy to care. And you kept asking yourself, did it really make any sense? The last thing you had done had turned out to be a disaster, a waste of time, resources, effort, and even health.
It didn't help that Pennywise was walking around your house trying to force reactions out of you, scare you or make you laugh with no success, only provoking your annoyance against him.
He would make constant jokes about the fact that you didn't sleep, he would put your plate of food everywhere. Although at first, that seemed like a considerate gesture on his part, it ended up being obnoxious, as he never stopped.
"Shit shit shit...do something!" he would suddenly shout. You didn't know where he learned that word from, as it wasn't a curse word you used.
You simply avoided him or shouted so loudly that he was the one who ended up getting fed up, although he never left for long.
"That's enough! If you want to stay here you have to shut the fuck up and leave me alone!" you exploded once he wouldn't stop following you around, looking for you to stop being 'so bored' as he said.
"You, you're acting weird you stop it!" he shouted in turn, pointing his long fingers at you and straightening to his full height to demonstrate his physical superiority.
"Shit" you whispered before fading to the ground, exhausted and thanks to your terrible eating schedules.
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You didn't know how long you had slept, the only thing you noticed was the warmth of a large body beneath you, soft breathing in the crook of your neck, and impossibly long arms wrapped around your body.
"Are you all right now? Your body went 'plop' on the floor" he whispered when he realized you were already conscious.
Feeling his warmth beneath you, his presence, as reassuring to you as it was terrifying to others, and his total attention to your well-being made you smile softly, gratefully.
You knew how desperate he could be, especially if he didn't understand something, but now he showed you nothing but gentleness because he understood that you were unwell, regardless of your refusal to go on with your normal life. It only mattered that something like the previous episode would never happen.
"I'm not well at all. Just...what I do never seems to matter" you began to run your fingers through his hands, so large in comparison to yours and probably anyone else's.
"Did you care?" his peculiar voice crept into your ears, making you think for a moment.
"Yes...I still care, it's my life" you felt his nose touch that spot on your neck that made you burst into laughter and you let yourself be carried away by the pleasant sensation of being pampered by your peculiar partner.
"So...live, yes? Bitter ones don't taste good" was his way of consoling you and although very unorthodox, it had worked.
"So I'll just be your next dinner?" you turned until you felt your chest press against his and saw his face in front of you.
"No, you stink" and with his big claw, he touched the tip of your nose, laughing at your grimace of indignation.
You needed a bath, but before that, you decided to stay curled up on him for a while longer, not without giving him a soft kiss on the lips that made him laugh.
"Finally! World's most horrible boyfriend!" he gave you a light smack on the forehead that caused you to grimace.
"I am?" you were glad to be going back to those warm moments you enjoyed so much.
"Yes, but only when you're sad...would eating a child help?"
"Eww, no. I'm going to go take a shower, you idiot" you exclaimed before being interrupted by his lips, greedily seeking yours. You let yourself go until you were out of breath. That never happened to him. His taste was weird but somehow, intoxicating. You loved it.
"Thank you" you whispered, before rushing to the shower.
#slashers#slasher fandom#slasher x reader#it 2017#pennywise#pennywise the dancing clown#pennywise x reader#pennywise x male reader
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C’est la vie
=This is just a copy-paste from what I have on ao3 bc I keep editing it =
=4/24/22=
ahA it’s been a year since i said i would redo this, and seriously it is coming, but i’m graduating in a couple months so ff any free time for the amount of polishing i need to do; i’m still working on it, but maybe expect it in the summer!!
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Based on the prompt:
"It should never have come to this..."
"Little too late now."
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In which You go off your rocker to kill the man that killed your parents.
You tried to avoid the team, but they were going to find you anyway. You’re not a profiler.
All you needed was a few hours, and you got it. He was dead.
Warnings: suicidal themes, brief descriptions of blood and injuries, mentions of murder, and non-lethal gun shot
Murderer!reader, David Rossi’s Adopted Child, (Mostly)Gender-Neutral Pronouns (they/them if used)
Emily Prentiss x Reader
Liquid crimson leaked down your arms, down your legs, dripping off your shirt, staining your pants; little by little soaking into the fabric. The color soaked your hair, your skin, sinking into each and every pore and particle. It mixed with your own where your skin was torn open, having earned more than a few jagged cuts along your body.
Your face was spattered with the same deep color, mostly his, but a nasty gash crept its way up the right side of your face. It was somewhat shallow, but blood was dribbling out and mixing with the stain around your neck where he tried to choke you. His hands had been too slippery in his own blood, and you had easily returned the favor, twisting his arm behind his back as your other arm wound its way around his neck, causing him to scrabble for purchase, only to find more slippery blood.
One would think, with fatal gut wounds and little air, that a person would give up. That they would simply cease struggling and die. Sure, it wouldn't be as satisfying, to confront your parent's murderer and find them lacking, but at least you now knew your parents weren't killed by a wimp with a gun and alcohol in his system. He wasn’t though, and he actually put up a good fight.
Makes the revenge sweeter, finding him fit- albeit horribly unclean and smelly- and wrestling the life out of him. He had put up a hell of a fight, which you expected, you weren’t exactly sneaking behind him in a blitz attack. A small amount of respect went to him, and at the thought, you tipped your bloodied head at his body, which was slowly losing warmth and life- most of his blood on the floor, the walls, or you. What’d Spencer say? We have about one and a half gallons of blood?
He didn’t mention how much hair soaks it up though, and with your head tip you saw how discolored it was with blood. Speaking of, you touched your hair, its somewhat lengthy locks chopped roughly with the broken window’s old-fashioned glass in the scramble for an advantage.
How annoying. Squeezing out your hair, thinking of the police car- no, wait, it would probably be an ostentatious FBI-issued SUV, carting your adoptive family around, trying to find you. It wouldn't be hard. They’d find you either way, might as well not use your resources unnecessarily to try too hard to avoid them.
Your victim, for you didn't shy from what you did, had just finished his sentence in Nevada, and then moved to the east coast. Convenient for you, but it had made you change your plan, as well as think more thoroughly at where you would lure him. If only to give you more time to make him suffer. You had self-voted against a getaway. The people searching for you knew your psyche better than yourself, and anything you chose they could probably profile.
You might as well save the federal government some money, what with your pseudo-uncle abusing his unit chief title to throw around tax dollars and adoptive father doing much the same to 'save' the BAU team members. You weren’t a member, sure, but Rossi was your dad - had been for most of your life - and you were a family friend of the Hotchners by extension. And when you met them, you couldn’t help but immediately write the team off as family, brothers and sisters under the same sort of tutelage. They were all important to you, but this person, this corpse, had taken your former life away, had taken any semblance of rationality and sanity from within you and let it bleed out of your parents. Yeah, there would be no 'saving' you. Not this time. Not with this. You made your decision. Equal body count.
Lyle Carfil was your victim's name, but you didn't think he deserved one. A name. Maybe you didn't either, when you had committed the same crime. Murder. Yours premeditated, his, you didn't know. You made it a point as you lived as the ever-philanthropic (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N) Rossi; perfect, upstanding charity case adoptive child, to not know about your parent’s murder. Sans his name. Apparently, not knowing didn’t stop the need for revenge. The latter really couldn't be predicted anyway, especially if you were consistently away from the people who had the best chance of predicting it and helping. Oh, and you didn't think of yourself as a charity case. People said it, you’d hear whispers of it at functions, even at signings or publicity events, but people did little else but talk. You didn't care.
You stumble around the small apartment, muscles tired from physically taking on Carfil. He was a moderately bulky man, but your physical strength seemed to have lived only for the last few hours' events. You locate your revolver, finding it in the high kitchenette cabinet as you left it, before shoving it in your waistband. After stumbling some more, you find the bathroom, trying it for water. It worked, thank fuck. It had a mirror too, so maybe you could clean up your hair. Looking at yourself though - gash drawn garishly down your face, skin a splotchy smear of red and pink, clothes a dirty rust color, and shirt sticking to the growing patch of red in your abdomen - your hair didn't look too bad. Definitely had a more natural roughish look.
You check your watch, swiping the face clear. You had time. Penelope should have traced the transaction when you bought the block of buildings by now and it only took a few hours to reach your position from Quantico.
Eh. where was that piece of glass?
You walk back out, and find it near his body, bloodied. The kitchenette was starting to smell, the afternoon sun blazing through the broken window and heating up the entire apartment. Your stomach would have heaved, but you wrapped an arm around your middle, palm pressing into the stab wound, and forced your guts to stay inside of you. It wasn't like you had anything to regurgitate.
You lean down to grab the chunk of dirtier glass, ignoring the jagged edges digging into your flesh. You sighed into the sharp tear of your palm, letting yourself feel the pain. Your eyes slipped closed for a beat, but the cacophony in your head pried them back open. The soreness in your chest was distant, but once adrenaline ran out, you knew it would burn. Cracked ribs, probably. Adrenaline was doing a lot for you right now, actually.
The glass melded with your hand as you walked back. You hacked into your hair to even it out a bit more, and then ran the shower’s water. Cold. You stepped into the sleet-like water, letting it soak through you. The blood drains in what seems like gallons off of you. Your eyes stare unblinking at the wall, mind running over your affairs one last time.
Your pseudo-cousin got some of whatever money wasn’t a part of the savings account from your dad, everything else divvied between what philanthropic endeavors you consistently supported. The success of your books meant you had enough saved. You switched your last two names, Rossi pushed to the middle. Aside from legalities discussed with your lawyer under the guise of book material (mystery novels were a wonderful cover), you had left a padlocked box of papers, the practice of letter-writing instilled by your adoptive father.
Each stack was a compilation of thoughts on people or the world. Some were the older written works you’d never shown anybody. The topmost letters were the most important. All were written on the carefully kept handmade stock from Emily, written with an exclusive Star Trek pen from Spencer, adorned with cat stickers from Penelope, wax-sealed with the first stamp your papa had gifted you, and signed with the silly pen-name Jack and Henry had assigned you.
They were person-specific, all of them lengthy and heavily emotional. Your cousins had been worse, more time spent together meaning a thicker envelope and more tear stains, but it was the absolute least you could have done. God, you were glad he was halfway around the world. He could probably breathe at you and make you change your mind.
Weird, the way your mind worked, taking the time to write to them but hastily and messily killing Carfil. Your hand reached out to steady yourself as a roiling wave of nausea overcomes you, water still coming off of you in torrents of pink.
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You saw them before you heard them, ears waterlogged and the bathroom window showing the street. The lights were not easily mistakable, and so you stepped out of the water, shutting it off as you heard the bottom door slam open. You wondered if Derek had called in SWAT.
You snorted. Yeah right, as if Strauss would let this shit happen with her approval. That was probably actually Derek.
Dancing to a tune only you knew, you ambled out of the bathroom, thumb pulling the hammer of the revolver back with a soft click.
Figuring it would be awfully rude to not greet your guests, you leaned heavily on the rickety door frame to the main section, revolver in your free hand. Blood dragged across the floor, leading to the kitchen. It was dried already, airborne flakes sticking to your wet shoes. Already your torn clothes were regaining warmth and damning color.
Your mind fell silent. Strange.
Drip.
You yawned, your torso slowly stretching. Your shirt’s wet state spread the stain faster. Fighting Carfil was exhausting, and they were taking forever. It’s not like you killed a man in a building full of people. You had more tact than that, thanks. You only wanted one person to scream, and no traumatized children. Not like you.
drop.
The moment the door burst open in a shower of cheap sawdust splinters, you yawned again, eyes darting at who was there. It would be a pity if it wasn’t your pseudo-family, but then maybe you could just point it at the cops. You knew exactly what the cops did to people who blended into the night and held toy guns.
drip,
Pity slunk behind familiarity and a twisted sort of relief -
hell-o there
. Their faces twisted, and you could see their gag reflexes be suppressed. Surprisingly, or unsurprisingly, considering this confrontation was likely 100% unsanctioned, Hotch and Rossi were there, along with whom you correctly identified as Morgan, and oh yeah, your could-have-been. This was more than you could have hoped for, really. Morgan's face was emotional - more emotional than you thought it’d be - this is what his job was for goodness sake, he couldn't break just like that. He was better than that. He was better than you. Your torn palm waved to him in a small motion, your other hand still. You weren’t entirely worried they would shoot you, but. It could happen. Morgan's face twisted like he’d been personally hurt.
Thank you, Derek, for always being there. I’ll never forget your hugs. They felt like home.
drip,
Hotch and Rossi had their faces stony and set, grip firm, and arms level. A wide grin pulled your lips, and made the open wound on your face dribble more blood. It caused Rossi’s finger to twitch, an aborted movement to wipe it. Hotch’s eyebrows crept closer, a sign you saw as his mind racing. Bake cookies with Jack, Zio, he loves the monster ones. Make sure to be with him always. Don't be like me, old man. Thanks for saving me. I’ll tell Haley you said ‘hi’.
drop.
“Y/N,” Rossi said, persuasive voice in play and lifting his hands up, his finger- well, it wasn’t on the trigger before, but he made a show of it. You ignored him. Instead, you turned to Emily, her face schooled and body steady. You could only tell she was hesitant because her hair was down and her arms weren’t locked firmly as per her preferred stance. Your smile turned rueful, and finally, the hand holding the gun rose, making everybody tense up.
plip,
In a twist, you tried to point it to the opposite side of your head, laughing at the results. “Requires quite a bit of contortion, indeed.” Nobody else moved.
plop.
You hear Reid through their comms. “Sherlock Holmes.” Quick as always, little brother. Stay sharp, don’t cry for me. I don’t deserve it, your undeniable disagreement be damned.
plip,
“Oh indeed, Doctor,” you say to thin air, the comms no doubt catching it. The barrel rested on the correct side of your head, winking at Hotch. Your finger is more on the trigger than the rest of them, yet they hesitate. Caught out, my dears?
plop.
Emily recovers first, finger moving to the trigger, arms locked. There’s that determination. The barrel is pointed at your arm though, making your head tilt to the side, now resting more firmly on the barrel. Morgan focuses his own barrel away from anything resembling a kill shot, face plainly twisting through emotion after emotion. His aim falters. He must have spotted the center of the blood on your body.
plip plop.
“0-3-2-4-0-7,” you start, enunciating them clearly. It’s the code to your box of letters. With the illegality of them catching you- they handle serial killers, you’ve killed one man - Garcia is handling a private comms channel. Stay bright my lucky Penny, the world doesn’t deserve the light you are. Bring me brownies every once in a while, yeah?
plip plop.
Your face turns to Morgan, dead eyes staring into his.
Drip,
“Family is not blood.” You tilt your head back, closing your eyes, voice low and slow.
sigh
“But I would bleed and cry for family found blind- I would turn to & die. I would turn blade & kill.” You lick your lips, catching the edge of the cut, the sting causing you to shiver. JJ, you’re the best mom out there, thanks for filling that spot for me. Henry is the luckiest kid.
drip,
“Apocalypse,” you finish, tilting your head back to face them, squeezing the trigger.
die-
bang
You crash down the frame, limbs failing and ears ringing. Your shoulders are grabbed within some time, Morgan's firm palms gently shaking you. Fuck. The resulting lancing pain in your side makes you want to hurl, and you feel something tighten around your middle. It's Hotch's tie. The bright red turning crimson makes you giggle. Your head is ringing, and you can feel your body's pain dull a little.
dripdrip drop.
Your hand is hurriedly divested of a weapon, and a heavy sigh to your right - where the blurry figure of Hotch is - tells you they figured out how you loaded the gun. Alternating bullets, blanks, and live ammo. It wouldn't matter. Not now. Not when your torso is leaking blood so obviously. The blanks were just you wanting the possibility of drawing out your pain. Yet they try to make you focus, to keep your head off your chest. You can’t. You just shot a blank at your head, there’s bound to be mental damage.
slip,
A slow grin stretches your torn lips across your teeth, the look made more maniacal in the pitying faces of your present company by your wounds and wandering eyes. You’re hoisted into Derek’s arms - his usual warmth of home so far in this painful mockery of a hug - and you can’t feel the rush down the steps you distantly know are there. Flashing lights, so unmistakable far away but blinding up close, cause your tongue to loll out of your mouth. Derek might be talking, but your ears don’t pick anything up even as your eyes catch his lips moving when they flutter open for a couple seconds. You get loaded into a stretcher and ambulance quickly.
slide-
Wretched expensive party bus.
your hands,
Your hand is gripped in something, and you don’t know how you’re still awake, but you look to your left, Rossi’s weathered hands encasing your own in a prayer-like slump. Some things don’t change. But that's what I love about you, Babbo. Thanks. For everything.
hold mine.
When you turn to your right, past the first responder, is Emily, looking at you forlornly. Despite it all, you can hear her in perfect clarity.
Breathe-
“It should never have come to this, Y/N.”
heave-
Lil’ too late now, Em.
bye.
Your grin turns to a smile, and your eyelids slip closed.
I love you.
~
Pau
my ao3
my ko-fi 💛
Thank you ever so for reading! I hope you liked it! 💚
#fishy's bubbles#weirdfishy#blood & gore#bloody injury#murder#criminal minds fanfiction#reader insert#bau x reader#prompt#writing prompt#write-it-motherfuckers#attempted suicide#angst#unrequited?#you are the adopted child of David Rossi#emily prentiss x reader#aaron hotchner#derek morgan#emily prentiss#spencer reid#penelope garcia#jennifer jareau#david rossi#david rossi's daughter! au#(well it's gender neutral but sure)#spencer reid x reader#(yes i am only including this tag for audience)#you were (are?) platonically involved with everyone - all of them#even though there is yearning for Emily
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happier than ever | tsukishima x you
the one shot in which tsukishima basically falls for a female version of everyone's favorite sunny tangerine.
genre: fluff/soft core smut lmao i haven't done this in years i feel silly but here you go
pairing(s): kei tsukishima x you (referred to as "ria kihira" in part 1 bc this was originally going to be an OC thing but nvm a/n's: show this some love and interaction pls.
PART 1: THE PAST
❝Again?❞ Even though Tsukishima complained again, this time he made it easier for her as he even stood completely still. Such a good boy.
❝Let her beat your face!❞ Shoyo exclaimed as she smiled in delight, then moving on to pat the powder puff on his stupid face. Of course she only took a few seconds for him, but all the time in the world for Hinata.
While the two chirped about the new reboot trailer for Dexter, Kuroo's sleazy self slid beside his lanky child with an extra smug look on his face. That man was a menace.
❝Say, don't you think they look related?❞
Tsukishima was a difficult man to catch off guard, but right then and there, a mini existential crisis kicked in. His eyes darted back and forth between Shoyo and Ria Kihira, the makeup artist on set for the commercial filming day.
Kei knew Kuroo was a slut for all the pretty things in life — he constantly had a trope of hot women surrounding him.
But this time, he'd really outdone himself.
Not a stupid man entirely, a huge shit-eating grin formed on Tetsuro's face. He followed Kei's eyes who desperately wandered back and forth their matching hair, skin tone, lack of height... "please let it be a mere coincidence because it's bad enough that—" Kei shut his own intrusive mind from further thinking as he slapped his hand over Kuroo's mouth shut. Tight.
That hyena laugh was not being unleashed today.
THE STORY OF HOW YOU MET:
ca. 2019, on set of a commercial for one of Kuroo's production companies. After Tetsuro had defeated Kei in a game of beer pong, he had to comply with the loser's bet -- be part of the damn commercial along with Shoyo, for a viewership boost. So he said. Ria was the makeup artist on set that day, and it pretty much went from Tsuki acting like a feral cat who didn't want to be touched by any makeup tools, to blissfully passing out in a chair while she gently stroked his face with a soft powder brush.
Near the end of the day when he'd no longer back away from her with animosity, it was Kuroo's stupidly astute observation that left him rattled. The boy was put into a choke hold because he refused to like someone with the same orange hair and milky skin tone as Hinata. Someone equally bright, bubbly, and stupid ... yeah that refusal didn't last long. Ria spoke her mind so freely, being direct but never pleading because she respected herself in that regard. He liked that and before Kei knew it, he found himself admitting to her that he was, "actually quite fond of you." She understood it was his way of saying those pesky 3 words, 8 letters.
PART 2: THE PRESENT, 3 YEARS LATER.
THE ALARM CLOCK rang it’s deathly siren like tone, nearly sending you into cardiac arrest. Although he defensively stretched an arm out over your chest as if ready to protect, Kei did not get up.
Of course he wouldn't.
Like every morning at 4am, it was you who suffered the most when getting out of bed to grab the phone to silence that torture down. As you had deeply sighed and turned to face the bed, Tssuki was now face up with the covers all the way up to his nose.
Even in your groggy state, you could tell he was smirking. That smug bastard stared at you intently, dead still. While Kei typically minded his own business and was at times thought of as quiet, the boy was definitely not shy. You wouldn't call him a total flirt, but he could so hold onto a gaze without so little as batting a long eyelash.
Kei was, extremely competitive. Lightning would have to strike his literal eyes to keep them from staring at you, specifically at your curvy thighs.
The way your soft cotton shorts rode up them was always a very pleasant sight, so he just kept staring, happily.
He loved that little penguin walk you busted into every morning when shutting the alarm off.
It’s like you couldn’t balance properly, and he swore that you were always shorter looking in the early hours of the day. He didn’t know how you could lack more height than you already did at barely 5 feet 2, but it always seemed that way.
It was especially cute, like he could just grab you and keep you in the palm of his hand.
Tired, you sat back down on the bed. You scooted until meeting the headboard, and then just let her head dip back.
It was so incredibly peaceful until you could no longer ignore his obvious glaring. “If you’re awake already, why don’t you get up?”
“It’s barely 4:05,
we don’t go in till 5am.”
He said so factually that you just deeply exhaled. Tssuki was definitely not a morning person, and neither were you.
Even though you were much more energetic, it was a Friday and you could not wait for the end of the workday already.
While Tssuki could be late to practice because let's be honest, few would even confront him, you could not pull off the same irresponsibility.
You cared way too much, and in general, hated the feeling of being late to anything. "Come on." You murmured, nudging Kei as he completely ignored you and kept on sleeping.
You waited for another minute before climbing out of bed, grabbing his attention once again. This time, your black shorts were scrunched further up. So far up that your ample ass cheeks were out in all their glory.
“Arigato, thank you god.”
Nishinoya would say.
“Well I’m not as naturally good looking as you so I’m gonna go shower and start getting ready.”
You huffed, truly riling Kei up inside. Hearing you say that genuinely made something inside of his stomach stir, so he instinctively reached out towards your wrist.
Even in the dark room, he could see your face clearly and tell you weren’t joking. "The fuck is wrong with her?" He thought, not angry, but extremely concerned because you weren't fishing for a compliment.
The two of you had been together for over 3 years now, and so he more than knew that you were not that kind of girl.
Yes, you lacked height at 5’2, but you were physically strong. Literally, you could carry all the grocery bags in one go with no issues. Lifting abilities? Check.
Even though Tssuki cruelly chose the apartment with extra high kitchen shelves, you would never ask for help to reach for stuff. "Help I can't reach" was not a phrase that existed in your world.
Literally, he’d sometimes walk in for some juice and find you on top of a chair reaching for something, if not on the literal counter tops to store items.
Independent? Check.
Resourceful? Check.
On top of all that, you had a voluptuous body he thought was fucking scrumptious. He understood that the norms for women in Japan could be vicious, especially if you weren’t a slender door like he was, but despite your insecurities, you still wore it all so well. You didn’t let it stop you from wearing whatever you wanted (as you should).
At times he did think you were a little bit stupid for fretting over such body image issues, but Tssuki was okay with that.
He didn’t want a know it all like himself, that be beyond insufferable.
Before he knew it, you were teaching him a thing or two as well. So Tssuki then knew you were not a vapid pick me girl, and that was honestly a pretty big turn on for him.
SPEAKING OF TURN ons, Kei found it incredibly hot to have you pinned beneath him, like you currently were.
It wasn’t an ingenue kink, to have you below him so submissively and weak, no. It was the way you fought to assert yourself, and the way you writhed. The way you tried to break free was no half assed attempt either.
Sometimes you'd even throw in a few knees into it, and Tssuki didn't mind it one bit. Two dominate personalities, things were always bound to be feisty in bed.
This time however, he sensed some a defeat in your soul.
Convinced to rekindle your spirits, his brows furrowed as he lowered himself closer to your pretty face.
“Take that back.” Tssuki growled in a low, oh so sexy deepened morning voice.
“I can’t, It’s true.” You protested, sighing as he pulled himself away only to then wrap his arms around your waist and throw you over his shoulders.
Misreading the situation, you first protested before breaking into full on laughter as he stormed into the shower with you still dangling, kicking your short legs in the air.
You had thought this was playful Tssuki, the version no one was too familiar with.
Except you … and Yamaguchi. You and Yams lived to exchange Tssuki-isms.
You were mistaken when trying to approach him as he had stripped entirely. God, you so badly wanted to touch his defined chest and close the space between —and that’s when your favorite salt mine smirked as he instinctively reached back to swivel the shower handle on.
Grabbing the detachable shower heard, Tssuki sprayed you down.
"That son of a bitch." You thought, having jumped back in shock, literally. The water was so fucking cold.
Tssuki raised a brow, testing you. On one hand, he thought you looked like a helpless kitten that was abandoned on some random parking lot on a rainy day.
He was an asshole, but if he ever came across a lonely stray cat, he'd so scoop it up and take home for some warm milk.
On the other hand, he thought you looked even more hot with the way your baggy shirt now clung onto every part of your curvaceous body.
Tssuki had to exhale as he saw your nipples peaking through your smaller but perfect chest. He just wanted to cup your perky tits, squeeze them and hear you moan in delight—your hot breath on his ear as you rested a side of your face on his.
“Can’t touch me till you take that back.”
He warned as you tried to take a step forward.
“Tssu— you whined, sighing as you crossed your arms, cold.
“Admit it, you’re beautiful. Say it.” He insisted as you tossed your head back. "I’m beautiful … kinda, I mean” you trailed off, too distracted by your own cruel thoughts to notice when he raised the shower head again to spray you down.
“Ouch!” You gasped this time, burned by the super hot water. Tssuki turned, realizing that instead of increasing the water’s pressure, he had turned it to the hot side.
Steaming hot.
He rubbed them back of his neck, sheepishly trying to play off. That stupidly cool bathroom is literally what had sold him into choosing that apartment.
After a long day of training, having a large bathtub to soak in, or large walk in shower that doubled as a sauna to rest in was a treat. Not only that, but curative. You swore that this man's epsom salt baths were the reason his long limbs were always good to go, pain free.
Tssuki rushed to place the shower head back on, pushing a few buttons on the digital control panel to get some therapeutic steam going.
On a good morning, he'd already have you pinned to the wall. Your face buried into his neck as Tssuki spread your ass apart, drilling his every inch into you.
But sadly, this wasn't a good morning ... yet. When you waved a hand out in defeat, eyes swelling with tears, Kei grabbed you right before you could step away.
You slammed into his chest with a light thump as he then grabbed your shoulders to keep you balanced. "My clumsy pumpkin." He thought as you raised your head to meet his warm eyes.
Tssuki lowered his face, gently planting a kiss on your forehead. Pulling away, he grabbed your arm & extended it out as he begin to plant a trail of kisses over the burned-pink area. His kisses deepened the closer he got to your neck, stopping only when at your jawline.
Now, the two of you were staring directly at each other, his eyes radiating all the comfort you wanted to see: love, adoration, lust. It was so quiet, but your heartbeat was so damn loud.
His actions were doing all the talking. Now completely soaked, you looked down at the hem of your shirt as Tssuki grabbed both ends and begin to lift the blouse up and away from you.
Left in nothing but shorts, he kept his eyes locked on you as you nodded while he lowered himself to help you out of them.
Now, completely naked, he just stared at you in awe.
You were his goddess, and he was going to happily worship, service, respect, love.
ARIGATO GOD.
“I don’t know why you hesitate” he softly whispered as you took in a deep breath, suddenly feeling overly emotional. Near tears kind of overwhelmed.
To keep yourself from actually sobbing, you cleared your throat to speak up, “I love my job, but I guess sometimes working with so many beautiful models, I can’t help but to compare my—
Tssuki had heard enough about your delusions. His hands flew the sides of your face, pulling you in for a deep kiss. You felt such a thrill surging through your body as he so easily hoisted you up.
It was your favorite thing in the world, to wrap your legs around his long torso, and it was Tssuki’s favorite thing to dig his hands into your firm ass, your soft thighs.
Pulling away, he takes slow steps forward so your back gently meets the wall. With one hand, he caressed your face , thumb gliding over your cheek before connecting his forehead with yours.
“As I was saying, - I don’t know why you hesitate to say it, but I think you’re the most beautiful person in this whole goddamn world.”
A pesky tear escaped onto your cheek, and Tssuki blotted it away with a kiss, burying his face closer to yours. So close your noses are now touching.
When he wanted to, Tssuki could be so completely soft.
“You don’t know every single person in this world.”
You laughed, still touched by his bold declaration.
“I mean it. Waking up to you every morning I think wow, I’m so lucky.”
He admits as you then break into another chuckle. “You’re so full of shit, that’s not the first thing you think of.”
Tssuki pulls on your lower lip down with his thumb, chuckling back. “You idiot sandwich I didn’t say it was the first thing, but it’s a close second.”
You find yourself laughing out loud, his frisky smile fully plastered on his face as your nose scrunches in that way he finds so fucking adorable.
“Begone negativity.” He both teases and shudders at the thought of how Suga burned that in the back of his mind.
“Do I have to sing that stupid One Direction song to you?” Tssuki then jokingly added as your eyes widened.
“You wouldn’t!”
“You’re right that’s disgusting.” He scoffed, hoisting you further up as he took your breath away with another kiss, this time, his hands running through your hair.
It was always a mystery with him, never knowing if he was going to pull on your hair, or caress it.
This time however, as his tongue slipped into your mouth, eager, you couldn’t help but to squeal. You had to give it to him, the man was great at multitasking. While he deepened the kiss, Tssuki tapped the melody of that dumb song on your thighs as if drumming.
"You're insecure, don't know what for, you're turning heads when you walk through the door / don't need makeup to cover up, being the way that you are is enough --
Everyone else in the room can see it
Everyone else but you
Baby, you light up my world like nobody else
The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed
But when you smile at the ground, it ain't hard to tell
You don't know, oh, oh, you don't know you're beautiful."
Tssuki had really taken SMACK MY ASS LIKE A DRUM to a whole other level, and you couldn't even be mad about it.
"Having fun, ya happy doing that?" You teased as he now gave himself a quick rub, fully erect. Your man was so well endowed and that was both exciting and terrifying at times. While you loved dominant Tssuki, today he was a bit more mellow and less gimp man.
"Fuck, Kei-" You moaned as he slowly entered you, rubbing your clit with his thumb, the pressure just right. "I'm definitely having fun, in fact" he smirked as you moved down to slam yourself further into him, begging for more, "I'm happier than ever."
#haikyuu oneshot#haikyuu tsukishima#haikyuu!!#tsukishima x y/n#kei tsukishima#tsukishima x you#kuroo tetsuro oneshot#shoyo hinata#tsukishima fluff
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"Media Evolution and the Changing World: Its Implication to Communication and Education"
How Did The Evolution of Media Help People with Their Education and Communication?
By: Princess Rose R. Daayata
The media plays a vast number of fundamental functions in our society. For instance, information, communication, and education. It is through media we gain a finer understanding of the things we were not taught about that much. Accessing adequate pieces of information without being hindered from gathering ample data. Moreover, the media allow us to attend our meetings and classes without going physically to the exact location. Through different online platforms, such as Zoom and Google Meetings, we can now communicate with our teachers and colleagues virtually. Media seems to make our life easier and more convenient. But where did the media start? How did media become everyday use for people?
THE BIRTH OF MEDIA
TRIBAL AGE
Tribal age was the first stage in the evolution of media, it was known to be the period where the sense of touch, smell, and hearing was the people's way of understanding each other. The ear was the major sense organ for obtaining information since there was still no alphabet in this era. Hearing was much more essential considering that it gave them a better sense of their environment more quickly, which was necessary for hunting. It was said by McLuhan that people of tribal age were more conscious and aware of their surroundings because talking was not that relevant at this time.
Since everyone is hearing and simultaneously listening to someone from their group, it was considered as them connecting with each and everyone, bringing more passionate and immediate interaction. McLuhan also stated that individuals who lived at this age had fuller and more intricate lives. But then eventually, someone came up with the idea of an alphabet.
PRE-INDUSTRIAL AGE (Pre-1700s)
The Pre-Industrial Age, or the age "before" industrial society, is the period when people discovered vital things in their daily lives like fire, paper, tools, and weapons. The cave paintings, however, were probably the most notable recorded examples of media during this time period. The cave paintings in Europe and Asia date back 40,000 years ago. They show figures of people and animals on ceilings, floors, and walls. In all human civilizations and ages, "art has always been a facet of human existence" Mabey (2021). Different artists left their mark to tell their stories. But, up to this day, the meaning of some cave paintings is still unknown. Some theories conclude that these cave paintings are not just for artistic decoration but rather are their medium of communication. Through these paintings, they transmit and exchange information. Some added that cave paintings are also for religious purposes.
Despite the lack of resources, early civilizations still innovated different materials to be used as their means of communication. Papyrus Paper, a thick paper-like material, was first used in Ancient Egypt in 2,500 BC. In 2,400 BC, clay tablets in Mesopotamia were used as a writing medium. The earliest form of newspaper, which is the Acta Diorna, was first formed in Rome in 131 BC. It served as a daily notice of social and political affairs. The Dibao was a type of publication in China in the 2nd century. It gave reports and news from the imperial palace. These early forms of media paved the way for a much more developed age for media—the industrial age.
THE AGE OF INNOVATIONS
INDUSTRIAL AGE (1700s - 1930s)
The Industrial age was when different types of machines changed how usable knowledge and information were for people. These pieces of machines include typewriters, printing press, telegraphs, and telephones. They work together to help humans create and manage media information. The people in this period created typewriters in order to have a more consistent and stable technique of producing documents, and also to have a new way of compiling outputs that do not require handwriting, which helped businesses all around the world handle time issues.
Furthermore, after typing all the assigned documents onto the typewriter, they will now then be sent on to the machine called printing press which made it possible to print lots of copies of various kinds of documents and even images in a fast and affordable phase. The printing press also had an effect on education, which is another advantage. People's literacy skills are said to have improved along with the availability of more newspapers, journals, magazines, and books. Up until now, printing press is still existing but has innovated into an easier and more productive machine that fundamentally helps and develops the world.
ELECTRONIC AGE (1930s - 1980s)
A period of immediate transmission of communication, even over a long distance. The ability to remain connected with the happenings in different parts of the world. This age was often referred to as the "information age" since computers were utilized to store and transmit information. The creation of the transistor, a device that increases signals by John Bardeen, William Shockley, and Walter Brattain in 1948, established the start of large electronic computers and the earliest forms of personal computers. The Manchester Baby, or the Small-Scale Experimental Machine (SSEM) built by Frederic C. Williams, Tom Kilburn, and Geoff Tootill in 1948, was the world's first electronic stored-program computer. It was followed by the second stored electronic computer, the Electronic Delay Storage Automatic Calculator (EDSAC) in 1949. It used mercury-delayed lines to store information and data. This age significantly changed the way of life of people around the globe, but this was only the beginning of the emergence of modern computers.
THE AGE OF NEW MEDIA
INFORMATION AGE (1900s - 2000s)
The information age is often referred to as the "digital age". This period is thought to gave rise to a wide variety of innovations wherein pieces of information can now be easily accessible since it is evenly disseminated throughout the world due to the impact of the internet and technological advances. These advanced technologies include personal computers, smartphones, tablets, and wearable devices, all inclined through the ability of the internet to hold power.
In addition, the evolution of media paved way for much easier communication in society. From just using sensory language in understanding the environment to the usage of electronic computing devices to communicate, it is indeed the greatest development. Advanced electronic devices like smartphones, laptops, and computers allow people to have real-time conversations, making it easier for them to communicate and interact online. The Internet also helps in making education accessible to everyone. Through the help of the internet, schools can conduct online classes easily with the use of different applications. Google Meet and Zoom are the common online platform for having virtual meetings, these are well-organized already for individuals to conduct a standardized form of meeting. The students can also explore any websites for their research without going on to libraries sequentially searching for their desired topic. See to these innovations and inventions that were brought to this period, one can really say that it was never the same before.
Although, our way of communicating and learning has changed and continues to evolve over the course of time. We must not forget to be mindful of our own actions in using any form of media. Instead of flaming someone online, why not spread some factual information and reliable sources for people to check. For them to be knowledgeable and aware of what is happening in our world. As people living in this period, it is our responsibility to create a safer and more secure cyber world. To use media effectively because this age will continue building our future.
REFERENCES:
https://www.bbrgraphics.com/news/the-benefits-of-the-printing-press/
https://rohartpogi.wordpress.com/2017/07/20/first-blog-post/
https://www.sutori.com/en/story/evolution-of-media-throughout-the-ages-my-exposure-to-media-as-i-grow--7DJpAA8EfZPsd3KsRgswrLdg
https://study.com/academy/lesson/cave-painting-history-pictures-lesson.html
https://www.kmacims.com.ng/industrial-age-and-electronic-age/
https://historyoftechnologyif.weebly.com/information-age.html
https://www.timetoast.com/timelines/electronic-age-2b908147-ec23-463d-9c80-5cb78e77d8ba
https://prezi.com/4pkqnowpp-87/tribal-age/#:~:text=McLuhan's%20media%20history,than%20the%20ability%20to%20visualize.
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