#now... the big problem is where to start. who to start with

[ooooo-mcyt]

Scar has SUCH a victim complex and we really should talk about it more.

In an average Scar pov of the Life Series, two things are basically guaranteed:

a.) Scar never does anything wrong. Any perceived wrongdoing on Scar's part is simply him being silly and goofy which people keep blowing it out of proportion. Or he really didn't mean to do anything wrong and people are just so paranoid and keep misinterpreting his good intentioned actions. Or he did something bad but it wasn't his idea and some outside force made him and it wasn't that big a deal anyways when you think about it.

b.) Everyone's out to get Scar. People wrongfully don't trust him because they're just blind to his inherent trustworthiness. People are always shooting down his brilliant plans because they hate fun or are just mean. People take advantage of him when he's never done anything wrong to them (if you think he has done anything wrong, see point a). People betray him so much, him, the silliest funnest most trustworthy teammate who only wants friendship.

Now, a lot of this is tactical on Scar's part, to give credit where credit is due! Scar is in fact very intelligent, and most of the time he knows what he's doing! A lot of time Scar plays innocent and dumb because playing innocent and dumb keeps working to get him what he wants and to keep him out of trouble. People buy into the facade with shocking ease. And the really clever thing is that even when people don't buy into the facade, there's no argument. Because it doesn't matter if Scar is as dumb and innocent as he pretends to be (he's not), people can't prove he doesn't believe what he says, so they don't waste energy arguing, and he gets away with a shocking amount because of it. Scar is incredible at playing with tactical facades and twisted narratives. So yes, a lot of Scar's "victim complex" is tactic, not necessarily a genuinely held belief on Scar's end.

That being said, I think sometimes Scar gets so caught up in his own false narratives that he starts to believe them, and I think Scar can be painfully, and ironically, blind to his own faults. When he says he felt abandoned and betrayed by everyone in Last Life, I believe he meant it, though I'd argue he actively pushed people away and was the reason nobody trusted him. When he says he treated Grian right and "built him a panda sanctuary" in Double Life, I think Scar actually means that, though it's factually incorrect. When he says he was "forced" to be alone in Secret Life, I'm sure he meant that too, though again I'd argue Scar had a very active role in self isolating.

While I think Scar is a very intelligent person who very much purposefully crafts narratives that benefit him, I also think Scar is a person who likes to live in those narratives, someone who uses his boundless imagination to integrate himself into the realities he builds so seamlessly that they start to feel real. I think this is a very efficient coping mechanism, in a lot of ways, for Scar to blame any genuine suffering he has entirely on outside persecution and minimize his own responsibility. It's comforting, if nothing else.

But this self imposed hand crafted victim complex doesn't actually help with the ways Scar really struggles the most. Scar consistently struggles with isolation, whether through literal distance from other players or simply emotional inability to connect. And unfortunately, most of it is a result of Scar's own behavior. Scar lies, Scar cheats, Scar pushes people away. Scar is the reason nobody trusts him. Scar is the one who consistently refuses to seek out companionship even when he needs it. This is an agonizingly fixable problem, but it's one Scar cannot see the solution to, because ironically his own cunning and creative mind has spun a web so thick it's trapped him inside, and he can't see past it to realize he has the way out!

Anyways sorry for rambling I'm just insane about Scar, he has such a brilliant mind and the tongue to back it up but his fatal flaw has always been in how his creative mind loses itself in its own false narratives until he cannot see the exit door five feet in front of him. He's sooooooooooooo !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ashthesalamipiece]

Hi, could I request a bakugo x childhood best friend reader where she kinda gets alot of special treatment (takes care of her when she's sick, isn't mean to her, is quieter when she's around and cooks for her ect.) And one day they were at the dorms and he was cooking for her just because she craved something while she was waiting on the kitchen counter while watching tiktoks and the class points it out and they say it's unfair ofc only if your comfortable no pressure!!

“She Gets Special Treatment”

Characters: Bakugo Katsuki x Childhood Best Friend!Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Humor, Soft!Bakugo

CW: Mild language (Bakugo being Bakugo), general fluffiness overload

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Katsuki was cooking again.

And not just cooking. Cooking for you.

You were seated on the counter, legs swinging as you scrolled through TikTok, wearing one of his hoodies because you’d whined earlier that you were “chilly” and Katsuki, without a word, peeled it off and threw it at your face. Now he stood at the stove, quietly flipping the okonomiyaki you’d randomly mentioned craving ten minutes ago.

He wasn’t yelling. He wasn’t grumbling. He wasn’t threatening to kill anyone. He was just… calm.

“Bro,” Kirishima whispered from the hallway, eyes wide as he peeked into the kitchen. “He’s not even threatening to poison her with wasabi.”

“I’ve literally seen him scream at Midoriya for breathing near the rice cooker,” Kaminari added, dramatically sipping his soda.

Sero leaned in beside them. “She asked for okonomiyaki and he just… made it. No complaining, no yelling, just—‘Tch, sit down, I got it.’ Like he’s a boyfriend in a rom-com.”

You scrolled through your phone obliviously, giggling at a TikTok with your headphones in. You didn’t even notice the audience you were gathering.

“Kacchan is smiling,” Deku whispered, pale.

“Is it possible he’s been replaced?” Mina hissed, eyes narrowed.

“Or brainwashed,” Tokoyami offered solemnly.

Bakugo finally turned, sliding a plate in front of you and poking your knee gently with the spatula. “It’s hot. Blow on it.”

You blinked up at him with a soft smile. “Thanks, ‘Suki. You’re the best.”

And he didn’t deny it. Didn’t grumble. Just muttered, “Yeah, yeah,” and turned back to the stove like it was no big deal.

Dead silence from the hallway.

“So, like…” Kaminari broke the silence. “You like her, right?”

Bakugo’s head snapped toward the hallway like a bomb about to detonate. “The hell are you losers doing just standing there?!”

“Just observing the obvious favoritism!” Mina beamed, stepping into the kitchen like this was court. “Exhibit A: She gets homemade food on command. Exhibit B: She’s sitting on the counter, which I’ve been banned from since March. Exhibit C: You smile at her.”

“I do not—” he started, red creeping up his ears.

“She wore your hoodie,” Sero added, pointing. “You never let anyone wear your clothes. You screamed at Mineta for looking at your slippers.”

“That’s because Mineta’s a damn freak,” Bakugo barked, but his ears were definitely red now.

You blinked, finally pulling out your earbuds. “What’s happening?”

Mina spun toward you like a courtroom lawyer. “Your Honor, how long have you two been secretly dating?”

You choked on your okonomiyaki. “Wh—we’re not dating!”

“Could’ve fooled us,” Kirishima muttered, crossing his arms.

Bakugo slammed the spatula on the counter. “SHE’S MY BEST FRIEND, DAMN IT!”

“Best friend who gets the VIP treatment,” Kaminari teased.

“She had a fever last week and you hand-fed her soup, bro!” Sero yelled.

Bakugo bristled. “She wouldn’t eat otherwise!”

You slipped off the counter quietly and poked his side with a smirk. “You do treat me special.”

He glared. “You got a problem with that?”

You shrugged. “Not really. It’s cute.”

Bakugo paused. Eyed you. Eyed the class.

Then turned back to the stove, muttering, “Tch. I’ll make more if you want.”

Class 1-A screamed.

[wannabedragon-yep-lumenemporium]

Cryo Mort a Rickver analysis!!

Okay my first post-episode reaction was:

Because I'm a big baby with an acoustic brain and my expectations were too defined in a precise shape to feel fulfilled by something actually wrote by different ppl then myself, so I just re-watched the episode/ re elaborated it, and... no, I actually liked it, a lot, and it wasn't even that far from what I expected...💀so... idk, it's 5 am 💀 I think the lesson here it's that we never should take things for granite 🗿(this emoji is faulty btw, it doesn't have reversed butt)

Aaaaanyway let's go as usual with:

my take in general

episode's themes I noticed

sus/interesting details

_________My take (I'm part of the R&M cult, so, impartiality)________

First of all, I laughed sooo hard for the entire episode, it was silly silly for real.

Visually, it was absolutely S T U N N I N G.

You can definitely see that some scenes have more CGI in them (look at these rolling cubes, look how smoothly they roll, just ✋😞👌)

Also, the prospective now shifts more often, offering different sides of the character design, especially with Morty.

Speaking of which, Morty character development was kinda cool and unexpected: he seems more himself now, and he truly showed some new grit this episode:

"I draw the line at..." it's not something that I would ever expected to hear from our Morty

I absolutely love how much of a natural leader every version of Morty actually is thanks to his critical sense.

This time we see him becoming an anti-capitalist through and through, growing to hate a system of disparities and abuse, eventually understanding that he couldn't save people from themselves, but only blow up the system from its roots, hoping that the survivors would chose wisely what to do with their new lives.

the space fight scene it's an interesting parallelism to the Sun King episode, where people fall completely prey of their paranoia and nonsensical drives, starting to kill each other without a real reason.

Also, if this episode's Morty's pseudo president arc wasn't enough, there's another Citadel parallelism here: no matter how you chose to break the system, those who refuses to change will eventually die in any case, you cannot save them.

Because the problem with revolutions is that they are nothing more than mob justice: there is no time to change, to develop a widespread, decent level of mental hygiene, to form and consolidate new ideas, to shifts people opinions towards something more constructive, there is no room for actually planning a new way to live, there is just violence. As history shown us with French Revolution, if people aren't ready for a consistent change, once a status quo is deposed, another ruling class of abusers will promptly rise at expense of the mob.

These themes are deep considerations about our current world wide situation, and also speaks volumes about E.Morty choices. I am more and more convinced that he initially planned to actually change the Citadel, before realizing it was impossible to save people from themselves, just like Morty is slowly realizing, season after season, that sometimes be kind and empathetic isn't enough for those who never learned how to love, how to be happy along with other people.

"Did you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter when the promise of a brave new world unfurled beneath a clear blue sky?"

The majority of people from the anti-social society we have, knows perfectly how to hate and destroy, but they don't know how to build and maintain. "Starting anew" to them means doing it at expense of others, to grab everything they can, while they can, in the attempt to fill their inner void, to shuts their fears, to feel in control of the entire world.

The Citadel story line parallelisms continue through seasons, as a cautionary tale, and even after the Citadel got destroyed, some of the remaining survivors tried to repeat the cycle again, killing each others out of greed.

We have the ex-mutated Mortys that Rick saved, and the portal-travellers reset survivors. Think abt it: in both cases they had an imaginable luck to survive, (surviving to the Citadel collapse/portal mutations and to the forced teleportation onto the citadel wreckage) they had the incredible chance to start anew: and what do they do? The ex- mutated Mortys start to cannibalize other Mortys, eventually auto killing each others, and the seconds ultimately die because of greed (so basically the same, but metaphorically).

Mortys who actually chose to start a new life, are able to do that after a long time spent building and maturing, processing what they experienced, slowly leaving the citadel life style behind, finally ending the death cycle: they stop looking for revenge, they stop looking for goals that belonged to their past, they stop looking for friendships forced by common misery, they leave all behind and start anew, alone but not lonely, maybe for the first time in their entire life.

Maybe this time Morty really is closer to understand Evil morty reasons.

Totally E.Morty stance, look at those fists, lol 💀

"Cry me a river" takes an interesting meaning under the post-episode light, bcs it's linked to several key moments of the episode: Jimmy's apologies seems to be pretty empty, as much as his parents' apologies; the priest unsaying his lack of faith just bcs he's facing death, even the Takeys and the Makeys are just kept in line by the chips, not by felt empathy or ideals of brotherhood and equality: everyone here is "crying a river", in a bad way, little or nothing will actually change after these events. Instead of accepting and justifying Rick's constant betrayals as he did in s 5, this time, Morty reacts to Rick's abuse: when Rick abandons him in huge troubles just bcs of one of his own whims about randoms drugs/materials, Morty beats the sh*t out of him 💀 he doesn't hesitate to go against Rick's will and he even exposes him at some risk in order to resolve the issues that Rick himself caused; so yeah, it's the same theme from "Borrowed Time", but with a big twist, since this time Morty behaves as someone who finally got the lyrics 💀 Rick seems to have Morty's same bitter feelings, but they're about his family of origin instead. For the first time we really see how much of an open wound this still is to him, after all this time... He doesn't feel like they were his real family at all, he feels betrayed and abandoned from the people who were supposed to care about him, those people who "were the sun" to him... I'mma cry

We finally start to dig into Rick's childhood, which, realistically speaking, is what made Rick as he is. Personality disorders such as narcissism, develops during childhood, the period when we are most vulnerable and we still lack of all those tools that allow us to process trauma in a healthy way; that's why you cannot develop narcissim or bpd just like that during your thirties, for example, and that's why it's so hard to treat personality disorders, because your brain literally formed itself around the maladaptive structure that allowed you to survive. So, Rick digging into his unresolved childhood trauma? yeah, I think we 're gonna eventually see that.

This Morty still doesn't understand what it means to realize that your family will never actually be able to love you as they should: it's not about some younger sibling or relative, it's about your parents, your adult relatives, those who were supposed to protect you, to guide you, to love you no matter what, those "you cannot chose". Maybe if Morty stayed with his Prime family, one day he would have finally get it. Maybe this version of Morty will have a family that at least tries their best. But surely this Rick didn't have the privilege of a loving family.

Rick is the usual piece of crap, but he at least is cognitively learning to show some basic respect for Morty. He ask for Morty's opinion and consent before jumping straight into adventure, he accept Morty's conditions. Even if he's still a piece of crap...

...is a more decent piece of crap.

I think a message that flew a little bit under the radar with Rick loving so much his "new parents", is: everyone looks good, when you don't know what happens daily, behind closed doors. Because what really prevents toxic people to truly build and enjoy relationships is a chronic lack of maintenance, not being consistent in who you are, not being consistent in what you love, with who you love... love it's not a great show every once in a while. Love is every day, even in the bad days, even behind closed doors: it means to recognize the same person you love even when things go off the rails, trusting them because you know them, not the mask they wear. Losing yourself in narcissism is the great tragedy of this personality disorder, endlessly drowning into forever-shifting, empty waters, dragging others down with you. We can say that ppl with narcissism are pieces of sh*t and whatever, because they really tear apart other people's lives, but this doesn't make narcissism less of a curse for narcissists themselves. In other words, if u think your family sucks but those of your friends do not, think twice, they probably suck too 👍

The white privilege: the ep. gives a little bit cheesy depiction of the rich ruling class tbh, because you can be privileged and naive as much as u want, but if your empathy works, one day you wake up and do something with the power you have, otherwise you're just an accomplice. The same rich-privileged-ppl thing, ignoring the consequences of their lifestyle, fits perfectly as an example of the narcissistic role of enablers: maybe for your own good, out of survival instinct or just out of blissful ignorance, you protect the abuser and consistently allow them to perpetuate more abuse, just by doing nothing and passively accepting what they tell you. Jimmy is the perfect example of what a second generation of privileged, blissfully ignorant people is: he completely lacks of contact with reality, he did a mess just for fun, he doesn't understand that what he did killed hundreds of his people, his friend and almost himself. And acts like that not because he lived a life without consequences, but bcs he lived a life without values. The change of heart of Jimmy's parents in fact, it's the show pointing out that the real problem wasn't Jimmy but the lack of guidance from his parents, that only now are realizing how little time they have to become good parents. It doesn't takes much time for them to be back to normal though. I mean, her name is Karen.... I love how Morty totally sees them for what they are and shuts the capsule when he gets so fed up with them💀

electro shocking ppl whenever they're assholes seems to work good enough lol💀

_________________Ep. Main themes in a nutshell__________________

Citadel parallels, Citadel parallels everywhere! also Morty/ E.Morty parallels everywhere!

Bad parenting

People not willing to change cannot be saved and they are quite dangerous too

Rick is cute in baby outfit 💀

__________________Sus stuff/interesting details___________________

"Ball is life!" and other differences between pilot and actual episode: that's sooo sus bcs... when the early stage version of this episode came out on yt, a lot of ppl said in the comments that the line "Ball is life" was totally out of character, and they were right, except... there is a Morty who's actually great at basketball and actually loves it: it's Comics' Morty... aand u know what I think about him 👀 Even some parts of the ep. dialogues where different, especially on Rick's part, so I wonder: was it just a draft revision or Rick already had this adventure with another Morty, just like he did with Snowball arc and other adventures? And did the first adventure resulted in Rick giving the cryo people the first chips and telling they would have died if they removed them...? (basically like he did in Ragnarick?) Or maybe writers just like to mess with us 💀

The Makeys has an implanted chip just as the Mortys from the Citadel used to have (another ref. to the Citadel's dynamics)

....Any idea of what New Lizzy entire thing meant? bcs I don't...

Thank you for reading!

[bullet-prooflove]

what do Charlie and Emery get up to in their free time? Do you do physical stuff like paint balling, or going out and camping, or maybe prefer to stay home and do nothing together?

So this basically became a character study on Charlie so apologies for the long one.

It’s very dependent on different things because of the secrecy behind their relationship so it’s a bit nuanced. Here’s a bit of a break down:

Charlie really enjoys domesticity - not woman barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen, he’s far beyond that but more like the simple act of coming home to someone. He enjoys cooking for Em, and enjoys when they cook together even though she is more of a hindrance. She usually ends up sitting on the counter with a beer of glass of wine because of her mischief. (pulling his apron strings, stealing a bite of something, seeking out his ticklish spots, chilled hands under his shirt) That’s where Charlie puts her in kitchen time out so he can actually work.

After his mom died I don’t see his father as really being ‘present’ too much so Charlie had to look after himself and maybe even his father as he became severely depressed. He ended up doing the cooking and the cleaning, making similar dishes to his mom’s to try and feel that closeness to her and to bring his dad out of it. I imagine him and his mom used to cook and bake together all the time so he had good memories of being in the kitchen and likes to recapture that.

I also envision that his father killed himself eventually, not being able to deal with that grief so Charlie spent some time in foster care – as he was a later life foster kid (teens) and he had already had a family who loved him, he couldn’t really assimilate into another family. He basically put in his time before he aged out and went into transitional housing until he was old enough to claim his parents estate from the city. (the house had been sold after he went into care and the money was put into a trust. It eventually became a condo site when Charlie returned to the location.)

Why am I telling you this? Because having a home now, is extremely important to Charlie because he was taken away from his, and then it sold out from underneath him. It’s his safe space and that plays into his enjoyment of domesticity with Em. He enjoys simple stuff like having someone to curl up on the couch with and watch whatever Netflix show is on, he likes watching old movies his parents used to watch because it reminds him of happier times and makes it feel like he’s honouring them. He enjoys fixing shit for Em who is terrible at DIY because his dad taught him how to do that, he likes to utilise those skills.

Both are also big readers so are constantly swapping books, reading in bed together, lying on the couch, talking about books. Sometimes Charlie receives a mystery Amazon package to his desk which is usually a book he has mentioned in passing or something that Em thinks he would enjoy. Both like to attend author events.

Playing Pool – Playing pool started as a way to hustle money because his weekly foster allowance didn’t cut it but Charlie really enjoyed it because it gave him a sense of control he didn’t have in his life at the time. It’s something he’s done consistently through the years after leaving care to help him find balance. Him and Em still play pool regularly, it usually becomes a competition where they place bets for things they want in their relationship. A particular meal Charlie makes, something Charlie wants to buy her but Em insists is too expensive, something Em has read in a magazine she wants to try, somewhere Charlie wants to go, at one point it was meeting Em’s family – something Em was resistant to. Sometimes they go pool sharking, Em runs her own table hustling and Charlie runs his and whoever makes the most money wins.

Going Out – Charlie actually really enjoys going on dates, again it plays into the domesticity thing. He enjoys having  sense of home and he’s found that in a person. The problem is they can’t just go to a bar or restaurant in their district because they may run into someone they know. So dates usually take place outside of Charlie’s catchment area which actually adds a little more excitement and variation because those places are fresh to the both of them, there’s no ghosts of old lovers or anything like that. They go the movies for film festivals - Em’s into 80s horror, whiskey tasting, gigs – again Em’s into music. Mini golf, which Charlie excels at, bowling, axe throwing, etc. They try a lot of different things to see what works for them because in a way it’s completely new. Charlie’s never been with someone like Em and Em has never been with someone like Charlie.

[shosweet]

you sit on ichigo kurosaki’s bed, papers and textbooks splayed upon it. he’s antsy, making paper airplanes and playing drums with some spare pencils while your blood boils.

“ichigo, i told you to pay attention. you asked me to help you study, remember?” you grumbled. he groans, throwing his head back as the pencil he was balancing on his lip fell.

“yeah, but i wasn’t expecting you to actually help me study,” he whines. “besides, i don’t need it…”

he scooches closer to you, playfully poking your knee.

“… and i just wanted an excuse to see you.”

you love your boyfriend — really, you do — but he just doesn’t know when to quit.

“yeah? well, pick another one so i don’t have to carry all this crap to your place next time,” you huff. he chuckles, feeling a tiny ounce of pity as he straightens up.

“fine, do what you came here to do,” he groans. you smile sarcastically, matching his tone.

“back to where we left off, if you multiply this by—”

“wanna kiss you.”

you snap your head up, ichigo innocently scratching his head. you eye him before looking back down to your paper.

“and add it to the number from earli—”

“those soft, pretty lips.”

you let out a big breath, ichigo smirking before whistling without a care in the world.

“stop talking, ichigo.”

“me?” he animatedly looks around, brow cocked as he points a finger to his chest. “must’ve been the wind…”

you scoff, looking back down.

“multiply that, number from earlier—”

“such a pretty girl—”

“oh would you shut up, ichigo?!” you chuck an eraser at him and he catches it effortlessly, laughing hard at your reaction.

“you drive me fucking crazy sometimes,” you sigh, closing your eyes and rubbing your temples. when you open them, he’s already inches from your face.

“yeah?” his voice is low, a little raspy from the laugh he had earlier as he draws out the last syllable. your annoyance and anger gets the best of you, causing you to look away from him.

“tch, yeah.” his smirk widens, cocking his head to the side to meet your eyes. once you do, he gently holds your chin in between his index and thumb.

“kiss me. then i’ll shut up,” he whispers. shivers ache through your body, covering it with a scoff knowing that he’s probably just bluffing. but, with his face so close, you could see him clearly. his amber eyes were unwavering as he searched your face, lips in a slight frown.

you give in with a sigh, humming your approval. he wears a smug smile before pulling you in closer, soft lips meeting your own. he melts into your touch, finally getting what he’s been craving for so badly.

pulling away, you scramble to gather everything again as ichigo smiled at you, picking up where you left off afterward.

“y’know that’s wrong, right?” ichigo says.

“it is?” you question, completely confused. ichigo explains the problem to you, sighing in frustration not out of impatience…

… but just that it became an actual study sesh now.

guess who started bleach ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

[ksnzuy]

OMG PLEASE CAN U DO A CHUUYA FIC

Basically where they have 4 kids (genders your choice) but the youngest wants to be an older sibling (idk why but I just see Chuuya wanting a lot of kids anting to start a BIG family) but chuuyas into the idea BUT reader isn’t saying how her shops closed

Idk I just want something funny nothing sexual just a fluff and unhinged fic:p

If your not feeling up to it no problem <3 it would be nice to see u write it BUT NO PRESSURE I understand you have a life out of tumblr :)

🩷🩷🩷

୨ৎ Fours A Crowd.

୨ৎ auth: Hihi, I’ve been busy with stuff for my upcoming birthday which is in a week, soo sorry for delays in posting!! Sorry yall had to see a baddie almost get political will NEVER happen again

୨ৎ Summary: Having four kids is enough as is, but when your youngest wants to be an older sister and INSISTS on you having another child(and your husband feeding her little head) one can genuinely feel insane.

୨ৎ: one shot | fluff | Children | maybe slight unhinged | meant to be funny(my humor may suck to some)

୨ৎ Characters Included: Chuuya Nakahara

Chuuya Nakahara has fought in underground wars, stared death in the face, and drop-kicked mafia scum in three-piece suits without breaking a sweat. He’s led operations in the rain, in suits worth more than some people’s rent. He’s survived Dazai.

But what he can’t survive?

Parenting four gremlins under the age of ten.

Especially when the smallest one starts talking like she’s got reproductive rights over your uterus.

⸻

It starts over breakfast.

The kitchen is chaos, per usual. Orange juice is on the floor, someone (probably Kaito, the third-born and certified feral) is trying to use the toaster to heat up a Hot Wheels car, and the oldest—Kyouko, your pre-teen with the attitude of a tired single mother—won’t stop yelling that this house is a social experiment. All while Chuuya’s trying to sip his coffee and pretend it’s not a war zone.

And then there’s Hana. Your five-year-old. Your baby. The tiniest terrorist in a frilly pink tutu and a juice mustache.

She hops onto a chair, slams her little palm on the table like she’s starting a family meeting, and announces:

“I WANNA BE A BIG SISTER.”

The entire room goes silent. Like; Hot Wheels-car-melting, yelling, cereal-flying silent.

You blink at her. “Come again?”

“I WANNA BE A BIG SISTER,” she repeats, louder. “Kyouko gets to be one. Kaito and Kenji too! It’s MY turn.”

Kyouko looks up from her phone. “You are a big sister. We’ve talked about this.”

“No, I mean a BIG BIG sister. Like, someone littler than me. I wanna boss someone around. I WANNA HOLD A BABY.”

You sip your coffee. “Get a doll.”

She gasps, offended. “DOLLS DON’T POOP. I WANT A REAL ONE.”

“…What kind of sales pitch is that?”

But Chuuya? That traitor?

Chuuya’s just standing there, smug smirk tugging at his lips, doing that thing where he leans against the counter like he’s on the cover of stupidly priced magazine and says;

“Well, we have talked about a fifth, babe.”

You freeze mid-sip. “We have not.”

He shrugs, sipping his coffee way too casually for someone who just got betrayed by his own sperm. “We have, though. Kinda. That one time. Remember? After Kaito got his head stuck in the railing and you said, ‘we’re not ready for another yet’ and I said, ‘yet?’ and you glared at me? That’s basically a convo.”

“That was not a conversation. That was a threat. And the answer is no. Absolutely not. Shop’s closed. The bakery’s burned down. My oven is out of commission.”

“You’re not even thirty! The oven’s still fully functional.”

“Oh my god, stop calling it that. I am not making another tiny version of you.”

“Why not?” Hana pouts, now tugging on your pajama pants. “You make cute babies.”

“Stop complimenting your way into a sibling,” you snap, putting down your mug. “Chuuya, please tell her no.”

Chuuya lowers to Hana’s level, all dad-voice and soft smiles. “Sweetheart, Mommy’s just tired. It’s a big decision, y’know?”

You glare daggers. “You make it sound like we’re debating on getting a puppy.”

“I mean,” Kaito mutters, still trying to microwave a Capri Sun, “puppies don’t cry for three months straight.”

Kenji, the calmest middle child ever, chimes in thoughtfully: “Babies also poop on your lap. Again.”

“EXACTLY!” you gesture dramatically. “We’ve been in the trenches already! I have served my time! I want peace! I want quiet! I want to be able to sneeze without worrying about bladder betrayal!”

Hana’s lip wobbles. “But… I already picked the name…”

You narrow your eyes. “What name.”

“Pickle.”

You blink. “Like the.. the food?”

“Yeah. Pickle Nakahara. Isn’t it cute?”

Chuuya chokes on his coffee, wheezing. “It’s got a ring to it, honestly—”

“Do NOT encourage this..”

“Pickle would be the best baby ever,” Hana insists, now on a full-blown campaign trail. “She’d wear bows. I’d teach her how to hold a spoon. I’d share my gummies, except the red ones, and I’d be nice! For one whole week!”

“That’s a lie,” Kyouko mutters.

“YOU DON’T KNOW MY LIFE.”

Chuuya wipes a tear from his eye from laughing. “You gotta admit, she’s persuasive.”

You cross your arms, exasperated, staring down your husband like he just suggested naming your fifth child Brine Jr. “This womb is done, Chuuya. Over it. On strike. If you want more kids, go split like an amoeba.”

“But babe—”

“No.”

“Baby—”

“Nope.”

“What if I do all the night feeds this time?”

“You said that the last two kids and still fell asleep face-first in a diaper.”

Hana gasps, now looking at her father like he’s a fallen soldier. “You lied to Mommy?!”

Chuuya’s panicking now. “I DIDN’T LIE I WAS JUST—!”

Kenji holds up his hands. “I don’t think babies are a good idea. You guys yell a lot.”

“We are passionate,” Chuuya argues.

“About Pickle,” Hana whispers dramatically.

Kyouko rolls her eyes and stands up with her cereal bowl. “I’m gonna start packing now for college. Mentally. Emotionally. Spiritually.”

“I am never giving birth again,” you hiss, grabbing a banana and dramatically peeling it like it’s an act of war. “I’ve earned my freedom.”

“…So you’re saying there’s a maybe?” Chuuya grins.

You chuck the banana peel at him. “I said no.”

[raines-here-lol]

YAP SESSION! YAP SESSION! WOOP WOOP WOOP!!! In other words, Raine talks about Gooseberry who she is heavily obsessed about to the point it's a problem YAY

This post is centered around what sort of past she had and things around it… There will be mention of sexual abuse, overdose and the things that happen in Outlast (also it's extremely long, words? And I don't think it's good but whatever)

Alrighty, her parents. Let's start with the mom. Her mom was a prostitute that ended up pregnant and abandoned her. The only proof I have of this thing is Futterman saying chased by a whore in the morning and I refuse to believe this man ever got married. Continuing with this man, just gonna drop it quickly, he's an Ashkenazi Jew. The surname, schmaltz (integral part of the cuisine), tokhes and his pronunciation of certain words make it obvious, but she probably wasn't seen as fully jewish due to the fact that her mom probably wasn't. Alright, let's continue, I think he wanted to put Phyllis for adoption but he probably couldn't in the end (someone could've noticed the baby and questioned him about it resulting in him keeping her). We all know he was verbally abusive to her. I believe she even used to be a chubby kid and ended up losing some weight around her show airing and stuff, hence the cow and big girl comments.

The thing is, the abuse didn't end just there. We have Gooseberry begging him to stop, Futterman's comments about the sex toys being suitable for kids aswell, the fact that there's a kid drawn on the sex toy box, Gooseberry's questionable comment, just Pervert the Futterman trial in general, crude comments about her being a slut and whore and her voicelines where she called the Reagents perverts with her dad calling them chomos (slang for child molester). We also have the whole gin and benzedrine thing… Listen, is it a reach? Maybe. But it's just weird you know.

The worst part is that she couldn't even get away from him. She didn't have any friends, most likely due to her hobby of taxidermy; being his assistant since her teen years (pulled the age out my ass but it kind of makes sense) and was definitely not allowed to speak to other adults/they probably didn't care. This made Futterman the only person who she was the closest to and found comfort in him, mostly around the small moments where he showed himself to be caring. She romanticized him during those moments, proving to herself that even if he is sometimes abusive and touchy, he still cares a lot about her. And the parts where he excused his actions only fueled this made up version that she made of him. I even have a headcanon that the duck puppet that she used to make the children calmer was a gift from him, hence why he usually is depicted as a duck and why she even goes with his abuse. It's always darkest before the dawn, you know.

I think she still lived with him as an adult. Making herself listen to his annoyance about still not being a wife or a mother to anyone, and this only getting worse once she got her own show. It was probably called Futterland, because I don't think she had an actual fun park. Everything was finally going right in her life, even if she was addicted to coke to wake herself up in the morning, only for everything to come crashing down due to her father's death. They still haven't found his body, so we can't really be sure how he died but my best guess is drinking and overdosing himself on the meds. Gooseberry came home, found him and had a complete breakdown to the point of hysteria and disassociation, as the document puts it. This was her dad, her comfort person, the only person that in her eyes actually cared about her and he was now gone. The reason his body is still not found is because she made sure it wasn't, not because of cruelty but due to the fear that they might do something to him. Even after doing that, her brain just couldn't comprehend his passing so it ended up forming him as a personality and attaching it to the duck puppet in her show that was definitely named Dr. Futterman. Even with her romanticization of him, her brain still remembered the damage he did and it caused him to act the same but probably bit less cruel.

However, this sort of memories od abuse could've twisted her view on all adults/parents. Viewing them as horrible people who didn't actually care about their kids (this possibly also coming from the parents around her not caring about what was happening to her). This could explain the whole putting narcotics in the Dental Drops and hooking kids on violence, theft and drug use. The violence escalating to the kids possibly killing their parents, due to her telling them to do so, because Mother Gooseberry's words were sacred to the children who were in a cult-like mindset. In her mind, however, this whole thing could've been seen as a way of protecting the children from evil (the adults) and her being the good person to be doing so. Not defending her actions, mostly giving her, what seemed to be, the reason for them.

In 1955, the police would raid the studio due to the charges of Conspiracy to Commit Murder, Kidnapping, and Racketeering, but possibly for also other reasons aswell. The kidnapping is the most interesting to me because who the hell did she even kidnap? Was it a man that reminded her of her father or was it a kid that she decided needed the most protection from the killjoys? Whoever it was doesn't really matter but it still makes me wonder. What makes the raid kind of funny to me is the fact that she used a drill to kill two and injure five other police officers, something that is now her weapon. Gooseberry would be sentenced to life in Holmesburg Prison, where even in real life the prisoners would be tested on. There, she had the two carnal (sexual) relationship with atleast two guards, which I think only happened due to her wanting to have fun (or pleasure since her character is kind of driven on that) and also to get some crafts to make the puppet for her dad. During Clyde's visit that is visible in the comic, it seems that she was skinnier than now (possibly from the coke) and suprisingly lucid.

Finally we are getting to the Murkoff thing. The face mask was definitely her choice to make herself appear slightly more on how she looked liked before the chemical burns (you can see that there's a mole on her left side of face under her nose in the comic, where the face mask has it drawn on). Although her missing her right hand was Murkoff's choice, probably due to an infection on it or to make Dr. Futterman's puppet more useful, since he acts like a prosthetic for her. Their relationship is still relatively the same, which might make her feel more comfortable around the place. But even then she does something that I haven't mentioned yet and that is age regressing. She regresses to her 14 year old self and you can hear it in some of her voicelines, my favorite where (I think) she regresses is this one. Mostly because it sounds like a teen girl trying to go out with a boy and her dad's reply makes it funnier ngl. There's slight difference between Gooseberry (adult) and Phyllis (teen) in their tone and how they talk if you listen carefully. I think it's even Phyllis talking about the scientists, making her more lucid than her adult self. Other than her dad, her relationship with the other PAs is funny to me. With Coyle it sounds that she finds him interesting but also absolutely hates him due to him being a cop and just in general, like her comment about being called beef and laughed at. With Franco it seems more... Intimate but she still sounds quite upset about things. Futterman is the one to voice his hatred towards the two though, but it's still obvious that Gooseberry's feelings for the two are terribly mixed.

The last thing I wanted to talk about her was the video Gooseberry Gets A Glimpse. She still follows the rules that Murkoff put in place even if she made her own. Her reaction to Amelia going through the monster door makes her more interesting because it kind of reveals the fact that she doesn't like things to change. Her face shows that she's worried about it and the fact that she uses the phrase "and doctor daddy help us all if someday the rules changed", makes it even possible that she has that fear. I don't think we got any document mentioning this after it happened so it makes me curious if we will get any more info about this or not.

Either way, I think I rambled enough and about everything I wanted. Congrats, you read through the whole thing and sorry if anything sounded bad (or was misspelled, I double checked enough)... You get a sticker for your troubles

[sonkitty]

To be honest, I think Satan's portrayal is one of the weakest parts of the entire story.

If he's so evil and so powerful, why is he so utterly pathetic in the big showdown when we finally see him take on a partially physical corporal form?

The dialogue between him and Adam is very one-sided and in Adam's favor overall.

Here is the conversation:

Satan: Where is my son? You? You're my rebellious son? Come here.

Adam: You're not my dad. Dads don't wait until you're 11 to say hello, and then turn up to tell you off.

Satan: What?

Adam: If I'm in trouble with my dad… [loud crash] …then it won't be you. It's going to be the dad who was there. You're not my dad.

Satan: What did you say?

Aziraphale: You can do it.

Crowley: Say it, Adam! Say it again.

Satan: Come here.

Adam: You're not my dad. You never were.

Satan: No. No, no, no, no, no, no! No!

After calling Adam rebellious, he has a super basic question involving the word "What" twice, then "Come here".

For now, I'm stuck on the "what" parts. Those parts have a lot of things that are not said. Not "How dare you!" Not "I made you, and I can unmake you." Not "You had better do what you're told". Not, "You make a good point, maybe I should have been there after all." Not, "We'll spend some time together after you destroy the world like you were always meant to". Not, "Well, I had a representative of myself [Crowley] who was supposed to be there in my stead, and I am definitely going to find out what went wrong there." None of that. Instead, it's just "Come here".

Come here and then what? Huh?

Aside from making the ground shake, what are you going to do? Blast him with lightning? No? Set fire to him or anyone nearby? No?

He gives zero acknowledgment to Crowley during the entire scene.

He acts like he genuinely does not understand and cannot process what Adam is actually saying.

Then when Adam denies him a third time to hit that magical Rule of Three, Satan says no repeatedly and disappears.

That's it.

In season 1, when the demons kidnap the person who they think is Crowley, do they take that "Crowley" to Satan for punishment? No. Satan isn't even mentioned or considered to have any role in this trial whatsoever.

Crowley stopped time on Satan himself, and we are led to believe the demons quite possibly understand that happened because it is included in the retelling that starts with S1E6.

...

For further honesty, I think the story vaguely hints that Crowley kinda sorta is Satan or an extension of Satan, so that's part of why Satan is so pathetic in all of the above.

Human perception is given a very, very strong power in the story.

The Four Horseman can do all of these strange, wicked things, but then Adam tells us, through telling his friends, "The thing is, they're not actually real. They're just like nightmares, really."

So, I tend to think of the Satan in Good Omens like that. He's some sort of demonic nightmare.

To many Christians, the Serpent of Eden is Satan, which would, in turn, make Crowley Satan. The book and season 1 of the TV show lean into that very quickly with Crowley's first "11 years ago" segment.

From the show:

Hastur: ...All hail Satan.

Ligur: All hail Satan.

Crowley: [Absolutely positively not hailing Satan] Uh, hi, guys. Yeah, sorry I'm late...

So, the joke here is that Crowley does not have to "hail" Satan because up here on Earth, through his job, he is Satan and the one being hailed. Neither Hastur nor Ligur reprimand him for that specific action.

The show goes so far as to tell us that Crowley tempted Jesus before Jesus' death as well, further symbolizing his role as Satan on Earth.

If you don't have the subtitles on for season 1, you might not catch that "Satan" is the voice on the radio since Crowley does not address him by name or title. You could just as well assume it's just some demon who is not Crowley.

When Crowley asks himself why the M25 is causing the problems it is, his memory of that conversation with Satan tells him. As in, he is telling himself that's why.

While we have God narrate, and her narration does have restrictions on who She will tell us about, she is not restricted to only Aziraphale. She tells us about Adam, Anathema, the Four Horsemen being summoned, and so on.

Meanwhile, Satan never narrates. We only hear about him sometimes.

We only see Satan appear "live" in the story two times. The first is giving Crowley his instructions in S1E1 and the second is the Tadfield Air Base scene.

Both Crowley and Adam are in both scenes. For S1E6, Crowley is the one most deeply affected, and affected first, upon Satan's arrival.

There is never any depiction of Satan in Hell, and there is never any depiction of Satan without Crowley.

So, even though Satan is indicated to have some separation from Crowley as well, through Adam's basic existence for example, those links to Crowley are still there.

...

As for how the finale will deal with Satan...

I genuinely obsess over this show because I have developed a deep love for season 2.

However, that love comes from trying to understand what actually happened, not to guess what will happen.

I only care what will happen in that I want some genuine vindication on the Earthly Objects game. I really don't want to have suffered The Pocket Trick "alone". I don't really suffer it alone since I know some people read my posts, but I'm the only one I know of who actively publicly tries to solve it by name.

So, the finale can do whatever it wants with Satan. Surprise me.

Why do we all overlook Satan?

We all love talking about the different characters in Good Omens. But there is one person that almost never gets analysed as a character. One that even I have been overlooking for a long time, although he is essential for the very premise of the plot of the series: Satan.

Some of the reasons why we tend not to pay much attention to Satan are quite obvious. First, he has very little screentime. He only makes one short appearance at the end of season 1 and even then is quickly sent back to hell by Adam. Another reason is that in the eyes of the viewers, including me, he does not need much character analysis. Because of our general knowledge about Western culture (no matter if we live in a Western country or not), we simply understand him to be the embodiment of evil, no further explanations needed.

And in the context of Good Omens, Satan, like God, mostly stays in the background. It is the demons who act on his behalf, while Satan himself is quite passive. But comparing Satan's and God's roles in the series and treating them both just as the alienated leaders of two opposing sides is actually imprecise. Because, as I will try to show, there are huge and important differences between them.

First, I think that Satan is one of the few characters in the series who are portrayed as utterly and unquestionably evil. Not only that all demons in hell are more or less forced to commit themselves to his evil values, but the way his character is talked about compared to others also points in that direction. Crowley definitely fears him more than anybody else. He is brave enough to stand up against Hastur, Ligur and even Beelzebub, but once Satan appears, he shouts "We are f*cked!" and wants to give up. When Job's son Ennon declares that Satan wouldn't dare to hurt him and his sisters, Crowley seems almost shocked about the implication: "I'm sorry, Satan? Satan wouldn't dare?" This gives the impression that Satan is both way more powerful and way more menacing than the average demon - a fact that is emphasized by his enormous size.

But as powerful as he is, he is still only another of God's creations. That alone makes a huge power difference between them. Satan was the angel Lucifer, who was made to serve God and then rebelled against him/her. But even in his role as the Adversary he can only act within the limits that are defined by God. In order to destroy Job's possessions, for example, he first needs a permit by the Almighty. That's why Satan depends on God in a way God does not depend on him. It goes beyond just 'good and evil need each other', because God is responsible for Satan's very existence.

And that's not the only difference between them. Satan does everything to take away people's free will. An example is the scene in which he gives Crowley his instructions about how to deliver the Antichrist (cf. this post by @vidavalor). He does not simply tell him what to do, but plants the knowledge in his head instead (illustrated by a stream of white mist flowing into Crowley's eyes). In the book, it is explicitly stated how much Crowley despises this, probably because he perceives it as a display of power, a way to remind him that he is nothing more than a tool to enact Satan's will, a tool that is not supposed to make independent choices (cf. Pratchett/Gaiman, p. 32; cited below).

And when Adam, his son, dares to thwart his plans, he becomes furious. It is less the failed Apocalypse that angers Satan than the fact that his own son disobeyed him. Crowley knows that: "This isn't about Armageddon, this is personal!"

For God, on the other hand, there are many clues that he/she is actually very fond of the idea of people having free will, as I elaborated in this post. Him/her not reacting to the averted Apocalypse is a striking contrast to Satan's behaviour. In the book, there's also this interesting scene at the end where Crowley muses about why God, who is almighty, did not simply prevent the rebellion of Lucifer and his followers from happening. And he comes to the conclusion that this is because it is part of God's plan, too: "Anyone who could build a universe in six days isn't going to let a little thing like that happen. Unless they want it to, of course" (Pratchett/Gaiman, p. 392; cited below).

So unlike Satan, God allows his/her creations to rebel against him/her, because he/she obviously wants them to be able to choose - between obedience and disobedience, between good and evil. That's the biggest and most important difference between the two characters, in my opinion. The implications of both of their philosophies become manifest in Adam and his character arc.

At the height of his power, Adam acts like his father when he takes away his friends' free will. They protested against his plan to destroy the world, so he takes control of them, freezes them so they can't move or speak and thereby express their disagreement with him anymore, and forces them to smile. When he finally releases them again, they run away from him - and Dog follows them.

Brennan Croft (p. 156f; cited below) points out how meaningful this particular detail is. The hellhound was sent to Adam in order to carry out his will. By naming it, Adam was able to give it "its purpose, its function, its identity". And he named it 'Dog', because that's what he wanted - a companion, a real dog. Thus, the hellhound became a real dog, and through Adam training him more and more of his hellish nature was lost (cf. Brennan Croft, p. 156; cited below). And so the hellhound, whose task was to serve Adam, was in fact given free will by him. "He's not your dog, he's his own dog" Pepper shouts at Adam, and she is right - which makes it possible for Dog to turn his back on his own creator because he isn't okay with his actions anymore. As Brennan Croft writes: "Dog has developed a moral life of his own" (p. 157; cited below).

This is the turning point for Adam, who eventually realizes the wrong of his doing. His character arc serves to both illustrate how taking away people's free will causes great harm and how giving them free will is the key to solving problems and to the triumph of good (for more about this topic, see this wonderful explanation about process theology by @haemey in her reblog of my post about Crowley and God).

That means Satan is not only evil because he endorses bad deeds, but even more so because he takes away free will. I don't see how he could ever be redeemed. But since I strongly suspect that both heaven and hell will be destroyed in the finale (see this post), that leaves me with the question of what will happen to Satan. "I don't think fighting him would do any good" Crowley tells Adam in season 1, and I guess he's right. So how does Adam defeat Satan? Well, he simply decides not to accept him as his father, not to give him power over him (cf. Brennan Croft, p. 159; cited below). And maybe that's the answer. Maybe Satan will continue to exist, but it will be people's choice whether they want to give him power over them by doing evil things.

What do you think? How will the finale deal with Satan? I would love to hear your ideas!

Works cited:

Pratchett, Terry and Gaiman, Neil: Good Omens. The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch. London 2011.

Brennan Croft, Janet: Adam's Task. Naming and Sub-creation in Good Omens. In: Giannini, Erin and Taylor, Amanda (Eds.): Deciphering Good Omens. Nice and Accurate Essays on the Novel and Television Series, pp. 151-162.

[supernormalblogname]

pls draw more salm0n r.un vore i beg of you.... i can't stop staring at your last drawing... it's so good. the vore thoughts plague me whenever im playing and its so good to see them finally come to fruition..............

YES.. YES.... I WILL !! I MUST !!!! genuinely vore thoughts abt these silly fish have plagued me aswell before i even got into drawing vore... now that i have the Power i must create the images i'm always wanting to see. expect salmons in the near future

[pilonciillo]

lol didn’t think someone giving money would give me anxiety

[itzphynix]

My brain is so full of Bees about Post-Shift 2.

It's a fan game that was delayed for 4 years -- by the time it released, fnaf fangames as a whole were not as popular as they had been, & most people in the scene had forgotten about Post-Shift 1, so not a lot of people heard about it/played it.

Worse still is the people who did talk about the game. Pretty unanimously, the consensus was this: this game is the craziest, most insane fnaf fangame. It's overly difficult with mechanics that have no rhyme or reason to them & tutorials that are wordy, unhelpful, & sometimes actively mislead the player, meaning you need to comb through a lot of text only to be misinformed. It's not as infamous as some other fangames, but it definitely was talked about very poorly.

In general, I think most of these criticisms were blown up out of proportion, but I can't really disagree with most people's problems -- it is difficult & wordy, & rather hard to understand. I think, however, that the game is still 1. Really fun, 2. Not a bad game at all, &, most importantly, 3. Is a free fucking game that was clearly a passion project. Most damn fangames never get off the fucking ground when made in groups because the creators will never make a red cent off the thing -- this game was made by one dude for 4 years & delivered to people for free. It didn't ask anything of you except to accept it as a difficult game & to not go in with wild expectations. The dev just wanted to make a game that was rough, but he also wanted to make a game that felt unique & was fun. & It is fun, too, is the damn thing.

[vvelegrin]

always another date to wait for! yay! it has been 0 days since i've had to move my Date of Expectation out even longer!

insurance has 30 days to get us an answer on the appeal. and in the meantime, i am supposed to [???]. well. i guess i'll work a little bit on coding and do a little reading and work on language stuff and some writing, and lots of sleeping and trying to trial and error my life and energy to some semi-optimized place for when this treatment option definitely doesn't pan out and my doctors tell me i'm shit out of luck and to go find a specialist (there aren't any for hundreds of miles and they don't take new patients <3).

how do people not completely lose it. how do people not completely fucking lose it.

[redeemed-wren]

Classic Who explores ideas, New Who explores morals

classic who is like 'i see this trend, lets explore what might happen if that trend continues and let the audience figure out what it's talking about and come to their own conclusions.'

new who is like 'this trend is BAD and i'm going to PREACH A SPEECH about why it's going to RUIN EVERYTHING' and it's so much more exhausting

[teaboot]

Okay okay okay so I’m changing like every recognizable detail of this for privacy purposes but yall need to appreciate this

So I know how to retain CCTV footage, right? It doesn’t come up everywhere but I know my way around- and if someone gets jumped in a parking lot or whatever I can go backwards and see whodunnit

So I’m at this one place, right? And I get a call that an older woman in a wheelchair got hurt somehow and we need to see what happened.

Nobody remembers the exact time, because of course not, but they tell me she was wearing like a massive hot pink jacket and she’s in a wheelchair and she left with a medic round 09:45ish, so I figure I’ll start there.

So I find the incident itself no problem, but they need ALL footage for liability and insurance and stuff, so I have to keep going

And about ten minutes backwards, I lose her. She comes into view past a single shelf on one of the worse cameras and vanishes.

like. VANISHES. Hot pink jacket, big bulky black chair, gonzo. No idea where she came from.

So, I pull up entry cams. Zoom backwards till I see her come in… at like 06:15.

THREE AND A HALF HOURS EARLIER.

So first off, this is gonna take me like two hours minimum to write down, forget retention. And I’m kind of dying in my soul a bit but I start over there, watching her come in and meander and whatever.

At about 08:30ish she disappears.

Doesn’t leave. Doesn’t head to a bathroom. Doesn’t take her coat off. Her trail just stops.

Now, I’ve done this before. Typically, a location only has the mandatory minimum amount of room for a chair or walker to get around, so a person using one can only go forwards and it’s hard to 180. That limits options and makes it easier to follow, whereas a little unattended and fully mobile kid will zoom around in circles and shit and go who the hell knows where.

Then I see her again on the other ass end of the building, and I have to go back again to see how she GOT there.

My guys.

Her two and three-point turns are INCREDIBLE.

She’s popping on the wheels, flip, zoom, she’s out somewhere I didn’t think she could even GET to. I’ve been planning my search for places that fit a wheelchair or least-resistance fast-paths from A to B and she’s like… doing some Tokyo Drift shit.

I don’t know WHY. The whole place is basically completely accessible so long as you put up with having to reverse, but no. No, she goes where she wants.

I’ve been at this for half the day, and I still have no idea where she went for like an hour and a half.

Fuck me, I’m taking a lunch break

[r0semultiverse]

My take on the whole World War 3 WWIII WW3 whatever you wanna call it

This is a very simple look at why you won't die in a new World War (if it even happens) and a simple point of view responding to it. There are far better educated people to speak on this more thoroughly if you feel like researching and looking for that.

[kthologue]

the end times — gojo satoru

synopsis. gojo satoru thinks he’s going to die because you’re giving him the silent treatment. (aka your first big fight with gojo).

contents. hurt/comfort, ooc, lovesick!gojo, you give him the silent treatment and he goes crazy, he is so pathetic in this one, tw obsessive behavior (he makes it EVERYONE’S problem), gojo’s pov

notes. loosely inspired by that one scene from yakuza fiance. not proofread whats new

Gojo knows he’s screwed up the second he steps into the common area of Jujutsu Tech’s dormitory. The air feels thick, wrong. And then there’s you, curled up on the couch, a book open in your lap, but your eyes aren’t moving.

His grin falters for half a second before he masks it with his usual bravado. “I always knew you had a little freak in you, but reading your erotic books out in the open? Who knew my girl was such a perv.”

The joke usually earns him a laugh, a shove, maybe even a teasing retort. But tonight, the silence that follows is deafening.

The pit in his stomach grows.

“Sweetheart?” He tries again, waving a hand obnoxiously close to your face.

You finally react, swatting his hand away, but there’s no playfulness in the motion. Your eyes don't even meet his.

“You’re late,” you say flatly, still staring at your book. “Again.”

Gojo scoffs, irritation bubbling. Not at you, never at you, but at the damn book that’s getting more attention than him.

“Ah, you know how it is. Got held up in Kyoto,” he says with a shrug.

The words leave his mouth too easily. He doesn’t realize his mistake until you finally, finally look at him.

And it’s nothing like usual.

There’s no warmth in your gaze, no sparkle of amusement or exasperation. Instead, you pin him with a look so sharp it strips him bare, leaving nothing but the hollow weight in his chest.

“You missed our date.”

His breath catches. His throat goes dry. “I–”

“I’m not mad about that.”

Relief floods him too fast, too soon. His shoulders sag as he leans down, tilting his head for a well-earned kiss. “You’re the best. I swear, I’ll make it up to you.”

You pull away before he can touch you.

Gojo freezes.

“[Name]?”

You exhale sharply, shaking your head. “You know, it’s funny.”

There’s nothing funny about this moment.

His pulse thrums as you continue, voice eerily steady. “That your mission was in Kyoto. I mean, we have a whole sister school there, full of sorcerers ready to handle a first-grade threat. So why would they need you, specifically?”

His stomach drops.

He’s never been good at guilt, not when he’s spent his whole life believing he’s untouchable. But now, standing before you, unable to meet your eyes, it sits heavy in his gut.

And you don’t let up.

“Of course, I asked around. Thought maybe I was overthinking it.” A humorless scoff escapes you. “Imagine my surprise when I found out my boyfriend was too busy meeting with his future bride.”

Gojo’s mouth opens, but for the first time in his life, he doesn’t know what to say.

“That’s–” he starts, then stops because, shit, you’re staring at him like he’s a stranger. Like he’s someone you can’t trust. The realization makes his stomach churn.

“Oh, don’t stop on my account,” you say bitterly, arms crossing as you lean back into the couch. “I mean, I’d love to hear how you were going to explain this one, Gojo Satoru.”

Full name. That’s how he knows he’s really fucked up.

“It’s not–It’s not what you think,” he says quickly, voice unusually hoarse. His usual bravado, his charm, none of it is coming to him. He doesn’t even know where to start. “I wasn’t–I wasn’t hiding it. I just–”

“You just forgot to tell me that your clan is arranging a marriage for you?” you cut in sharply. “That slipped your mind?”

“No! Yes—Fuck, that’s not what I mean,” he groans, pushing a hand through his hair. He’s never felt like this before. Like he’s scrambling for footing on uneven ground. “I didn’t tell you because it didn’t matter, sweetheart. I wasn’t ever going to go through with it. You know that, right?”

You let out a short, humorless laugh. “Do I? I mean, Suguru seemed shocked when I didn’t know that these were recurring dates set by your clan.”

Gojo falters.

“You didn’t even think to tell me, Satoru,” you say, voice quieter now, but somehow even more devastating. “You didn’t think I deserved to know?”

His heart clenches. That’s not–God, that’s not what this is.

“Of course you deserve to know! But I—” he exhales sharply, trying to gather his words. “I just—Fuck, I thought it was stupid. I thought it wasn’t worth mentioning.”

You shake your head, looking almost tired now. “Right. Because I’m just supposed to assume you’d never go through with it. After your multiple dates with her. Because I’m supposed to read your mind, just like always.”

The weight of your words crashes into him, and Gojo suddenly realizes that this isn’t just about Kyoto. This isn’t just about one lie, one mistake. This is about every time he’s brushed things off, every time he’s let silence speak for him, every time he’s sat through those excruciating meetings, knowing he would never go through with it, but never once thinking about how it would feel for you to find out this way. This is about every time he’s expected you to just get him without him ever having to say a word.

This is about how, even after everything, you still don’t know how much he loves you.

And now, looking at you, Gojo is terrified that he’s already lost his chance to prove it.

“I’m going to sleep,” you stand up from your place on the couch. 

Gojo tries to follow you, “Listen, baby–”

“I don’t want to talk to you right now. I need some space.” you turn around to send him a teary glare and that stops him in his tracks. He had never seen you cry. And it tore him apart knowing that he was the cause. 

The sound of your door slamming echoes in Gojo’s mind. 

Gojo Satoru is the first one in class the next day.

He drums his fingers against the desk, restless in a way he can't explain, but he knows it has everything to do with the fact that he spent the entire night not sleeping. His mind was too busy replaying the way you had looked at him, no, the way you hadn’t looked at him.

He had left you alone and upset. He had made you feel like you were second to someone else. And worst of all, he hadn’t even realized it until it was too late.

“This must be a first.”

Gojo glances up as Suguru enters, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Gojo Satoru, on time? It must be the end times.”

He knows it’s a joke, but it might as well be the end times. Gojo doesn’t respond, just presses his lips into a thin line as he goes back to mentally reciting the apology speech he’s been revising in his head all night.

Then the shoji door slides open again.

You walk in with Shoko, your head tilted slightly as you whisper something to her, something he’ll never get to hear because you don’t so much as glance in his direction. Instead, you take a seat at the farthest desk, as if he isn’t even there.

A part of him withers away.

But Gojo Satoru isn’t one to give up.

If words won’t get your attention, he’ll just have to be Gojo Satoru about it. He leans back in his chair and stretches obnoxiously, before loudly exclaiming, “Yaga-sensei! Are those grey hairs from your recent divorce?”

He grins, waiting for the familiar sound of your laugh, for that little shake of your head, for you to scold him like always.

But you don’t even look at him.

Instead, he’s met with Geto and Shoko’s twin expressions of abject horror, and before he has a chance to register what’s happening–

BAM!

Yaga’s palm collides with his head, sending him face-first into his desk.

Even through the throbbing pain, he can only think about one thing.

You didn’t even react.

“And how exactly is she ignoring you?”

Shoko’s grumpy voice echoes through the morgue, where she’s been attempting to practice her technique. She’s clearly unimpressed that Gojo Satoru has decided to spam-call her instead of dealing with his own problems.

“She’s ignoring me, Shoko,” Gojo groans dramatically from the other side of the Jujutsu Tech campus, rubbing the fresh bump on his head as he stands in front of your door. “I’ve been knocking for an hour. She’s in there. I know she’s in there, but she won’t answer.”

“Maybe she finally got tired of your bullshit,” Shoko says dryly. “Honestly, I don’t know why it took her this long to hold you accountable. She’s let your bad behavior slide for way too long.”

“Why are we talking about me like I’m some kind of dog?!”

Shoko ignores him.

“From the sound of it, you really messed up. I mean, who keeps a marriage a secret from their girlfriend?” She pauses, then adds with a smirk in her voice, “Oh, right. You.”

Gojo groans, pressing his forehead against your door. “You and I both know that’s not what happened. But she doesn’t. And she won’t even give me the time of day to explain.”

Shoko sighs. “Give her time to cool down.”

“And what, let her decide she wants to run off and marry some other guy? Move to a cute little beach town in Enoshima, start a family, have three kids, and leave all Jujutsu sorcery behind?”

There’s a long pause before Shoko makes a disgusted sound. “O-oi. Keep your weirdly detailed fantasies to yourself.”

“I’m just being realistic,” he insists, clutching his flip phone dramatically.

Shoko promptly hangs up on him.

Gojo stares at the device for a moment before slowly lowering it, exhaling hard.

Then he rests his head against your door again, defeated.

But Gojo Satoru was never one to admit defeat, so he tries again. He returns to your door the very next morning, bright eyed and bushy tailed.

“[Name]!” he chirps. “I bought us some parfait! Let’s talk things over, yeah?”

Silence.

Not even the sound of movement.

But Gojo Satoru is not easily discouraged.

So Gojo Satoru comes again the next morning.

“[Name]!” he knocks again, this time balancing a slice of strawberry cake in one hand. “This is all my fault, so come out and let me apologize properly!”

Nothing.

Gojo sighs, leaning against the doorframe, about to knock again when—

Your phone rings.

His breath catches as he presses his ear to the wood.

“Hi, Suguru?”

His heart stops.

“Yeah, we’re still on for the movie. I’m just about to leave right now.”

For the first time in his life, Gojo Satoru understands what people mean when they say they feel like they’ve been punched in the gut.

Because you’re going to Suguru.

You’re not just ignoring him, you’re choosing someone else.

His fingers twitch at his sides as a feeling he doesn’t like at all creeps into his chest. It’s something ugly, something unfamiliar. Something that feels a lot like jealousy. Was that how you felt?

He wants to knock again, wants to demand that you open the door, look at him, let him fix this before you walk away from him any further.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, he presses his lips into a thin line, shoves his hands into his pockets, and forces himself to step away from your door.

Forces himself to give you the space you deserved.

You don’t know why you relent so easily.

You shouldn’t. Not after the way he lied, the way he kept something so important from you.

And yet, when you hear him pacing outside your door, his nervous energy practically seeping through the walls, you feel something crack.

He’s been outside your room for the nth time this week. Every day, like clockwork, he’s knocked. Brought your favorite snacks. Talked to you through the door, filling the silence with his ridiculous banter, even when you refused to answer.

You squeeze your eyes shut, gripping your blanket a little tighter. You should stay angry. But you can't.

You sigh, pressing your forehead to your knee.

Maybe it’s time to stop punishing the both of you.

With a deep breath, you stand, crossing the room to the door. When you open it, Gojo nearly stumbles forward, mid-step in his pacing.

His eyes snap to yours, wide and filled with so much desperate hope it makes your chest ache.

And the way his face lights up like you’ve just handed him the entire world tells you that, maybe, you were never going to be able to stay mad at him forever.

But you’re here, leaning on your door frame with your arms crossed, your nails digging into your skin as you glare at the man who has spent the last ten minutes tripping over his words, looking wrecked in a way you’ve never seen before. His hair is messier than usual, lips are parted like he wants to say something, anything, but he doesn’t know where to start.

Finally, you scoff, breaking the silence. “If you don’t have anything to say, I’m going back into my room.”

“No!,” Gojo steps forward instinctively, like he’s afraid you’ll slip through his fingers. And after everything, he is. “I screwed up.”

You give him a deadpan look. “Oh, really?”

He groans, dragging a hand down his face. “Okay, yeah, I really fucked up.”

Silence.

You should say something. You should demand an explanation, yell, maybe even cry, but you’re so tired. You’ve spent days twisting yourself into knots over this, convincing yourself you never meant as much to him as he did to you.

And then Gojo says it.

“I should’ve told you.” His voice is hoarse. “I should have told you after the first meeting. After the first second they brought it up.” He swallows hard. “But I was stupid. I thought if I ignored it, if I went through the motions, if I waited for the right moment… then it wouldn’t matter. That it would be over before you ever had to know.”

You shake your head, letting out a hollow laugh. “Satoru, do you even hear yourself? Do you get what it was like for me to find out from someone else? To hear that the person I–” you cut yourself off, but the damage is done. You see it in the way his breath hitches, in the way his fingers twitch at his sides, like he wants to reach for you.

“The person you what?” he asks softly, pleading.

You clench your jaw. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It does matter.”

Your shake your head. “You lied to me.”

“I know,” he says, and the sheer brokenness in his voice makes your throat tighten. “I know, sweetheart. And I swear to you that I never meant to. I never wanted to hurt you.” he exhales shakily, rubbing the back of his neck. “I swear on everything, I was never going to go through with it. I never even showed up to any of the dates, so they kept ambushing me under the guise of missions! I sat through every single one of those goddamn meetings thinking about how ridiculous it was, how there was only ever one person I wanted.”

He stops himself, inhaling sharply.

And then, quieter, almost afraid:

“How there’s only ever you.”

The words hit you like a fist to the chest.

Gojo watches you carefully, breathless, waiting. Hoping. He’s given you the truth, raw and unfiltered, and now it’s up to you.

And maybe it’s the exhaustion, maybe it’s the way he looks at you like you’re the most important thing in his world that makes you believe him.

For the first time in a week, your lips find his, and Gojo swears he can finally breathe again. The warmth of your palm against his cheek, the way your fingers curl slightly as if grounding yourself in him. It’s enough to make him melt.

"You’re so insufferably cheesy, Satoru," you murmur against his lips, your breath warm, teasing. "It makes me so angry that I love it." A pause, a soft exhale. "But I forgive you."

His grin is instant, smug and shameless. "That was good, huh?" He tilts his head, cerulean eyes twinkling. "I’m willing to bet your heart skipped a beat."

You roll your eyes, but you kiss him again, slower this time, because, damn it, he’s right.

extra!

“I demand some extra loving!” Satoru sprawls dramatically across your bed, limbs hanging off the edge like a defeated king.

You barely spare him a glance, flipping a page in your book as you lie comfortably on your stomach. “And why, exactly, do you deserve that?”

He lifts his head, pouting. “I deserve it after a week’s worth of psychological trauma. Don’t think I forgot that you ditched me for Suguru.”

“Oh… that.”

“Yeah. That.” His voice is thick with exaggerated betrayal.

You finally look at him, a smirk tugging at your lips. “It was a fake phone call, Satoru. You were just so insufferable camping outside my door that I had to make up an excuse.”

His jaw drops. “Huh?!”