#shell scripting courses

[nab3rries]

hi. um. guys?????? i shifted???????????

its embarrassing. because i was literally in the toilet. and i thought to myself, ‘wouldn’t it be funny if i shifted right now?’. and i shifted. to my gamer//streamer//better reality. what the fuck .

(i know i made a post about how if i shifted i would never come back but…….. i have to share this. its the only reason why i shifted back here. next time i shift though? you guys are NOT hearing about it)

quick rundown : i was studying for my chemistry exam that will happen next week in this reality. i needed to use the bathroom. so i went. i started thinking about shifting because i was bored out of my mind. i said ‘fuck it let me try’, closed my eyes, and BOOM. i’m in a different bathroom. the bathroom i had scripted would be my bathroom in my small apartment. in my dr.

i freaked out a little bit because i am NOT nonchalant. i looked at myself in the mirror and I WAS SO BEAUTIFULLLLLLLLLLLLL i mean its my cr face but just improved to my liking BUT I WAS SO BEAUTIFULLL. and i said that aloud too, which freaked me out because my voice is a little different too (it was a bit smoother and soothing idk its my voice feels weird to describe it). my hair was tied up in a bun and i didn’t feel like letting it down, but my fringe was cut so nicely. it fit my face. and it wasn’t poking me in the eyes. i had some strands of hair that were also shorter that had fell out of the bun but it looked very pinterest-esque. very picture worthy. i looked picture worthy. the whole time i was like a movie character sat down at their vanity inspecting their face obsessively. if the mirror had a consciousness it would think i am deranged or something idk . moving onnnnnnn

my bathroom was so nicely decorated i was proud of myselffff. the colours????? the teal the magenta-ish purple the orange????? i had my chanel makeup products all over the sink counter too. it was so chic . guys i am so fucking cool . i feel great about myself now.

and you have to know. the apartment i scripted i owned has a wonderful view. its gorgeous. the galata tower AND the bosphorus?????? and it was a bright, cloudless day. a bit windy. the leaves on the trees were swaying and the sun was so bright it was making the bosphorus water twinkle . i opened the windows (which i didn’t even think about how) to let the breeze in. the air!!!! was clean!!!!!! no smell of petrol!!!!! air pollution is gone!!!!!! my lungs felt great sfkjhsekf IT WAS AMAZING

i didn’t spend much time there (in my dr) because i was a bit shell-shocked///flabbergasted///confuddled and like. i can shift back anytime and anywhere. i know that now, given the fact that i literally shifted… when i was in the toilet…. whilst doing my business.

but in the little time i spent there, i went into my bedroom (AGAIN, FLAWLESSLY DECORATED . I LOVE MYSELF) and just looked at everything. i had all of my perfumes on a silver platter on my bedside table. i had byredo’s mohave ghost. j’adore dior. nishane’s hundred silent ways. issey miyake’s l'eau d'issey (the blue one. i LOVE that one). orabella salted muse. twilly d’hermes. tom ford’s soleil neige. i had a sephora perfume section next to my bed at this point. i would’ve sprayed them all but i didn’t want to cause a sneezing hazard. i did spray soleil neige because i wanted to know if it would smell good on me. and it did, of course.

i had paintings hung up on the wall where my bed was situated. and the paintings were the art on my pinterest board. they were framed in fancy gold looking frames (they were painted gold. not actual gold). i had tears in my eyes,,,,,,, my bedroom was so gorgeous. it was great.

my bed?????????? silk bedsheets in light pink. i laid down on it for a minute. it was so so so soft. and so inviting i almost wanted to fall asleep but i resisted. i had a persian rug with purple-magenta, teal & dark blue and beige details it was so beautiful . it made my bare feet feel warm and the texture was smooth enough to not annoy me (i am sensitive about those things, i fear).

i had scripted that my closer is far bigger than it looks (barbie: dreamhouse style) and it was. i didn’t question the how. but it was a huge, gorgeous room, full of beautiful clothing. the lighting was not too dim but not too bright and so it didn’t hurt my eyes. and the CLOTHES AAAAAAAAA. zimmerman floral dresses. blumarine . archival miu miu. but also: rick owens. maison margiela (THE TABI COLLECTION I HAD. AAAAA). i had ann demeulemeester boots!!!! i had an archival dior dress (the black and lavender knit dress from fw1998). i had more than one archival dior dress. i had alexander mcqueen leather jackets. ugh it was so sexy . i felt the material, brushed my fingertips on all of those. i felt delirious. it seemed too good to be true, BUT IT WAS TRUE. it was REAL. moving on the closet was museum material . i was having the time of my life.

and then . i laid my eyes on the beautiful pc setup i had. and i couldn’t help it. i sat down and played some sims 4. i could use shaders!!!!!!! it was running smoothly!!!!!!! no glitches!!!!!!!!!!

basically: i spent an hour looking around my apartment and the rest was spent in create-a-sim on my computer. because i could literally shift realities and still be a sims girlie. it is embedded into my DNA.

i had the time of my life guys. i didn’t even look at my phone once. it was on my bed. but i didn’t want to look because i was too preoccupied crashing out about my pulitzer prize worthy closet and the view from my windows . but my computer had the date and it was may 6th 2022. which was the year i wanted to shift to. MY COMPUTER WAS ALSO SO AESTHETIC (i had apple’s dynamic wallpaper…. and some folders that i had edited to look like cat memes. i’m exaggerating . just a little bit) AAAAaaaaaaAAaaaaaa everything was so good i’m gonna cry. i felt so much relief!!!! so much happiness!!!! i didn’t know i could feel this way!!!!!!!!

anyway i finished making my sim and just sat there because i got a little bored. and then i thought that maybe sharing this joy with all of you would be nice of me to do. and i sort of wanted to. even though i am going to permashift and made a post saying that i wouldn’t be back. nevertheless, i decided to shift back here to make this post.

so, hey. the moral of the story is::::: SHIFTING IS REAL. ITS SO REAL. NEVER GIVE UP YOU CAN HAVE WHATEVER YOU WANTTTTTTTTTTT

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(ps. if there are any typos or any sentences that make no sense, it is because i am shaking out of excitement and joy whilst i type this)

[chaaistained]

what’s in my bag — kpop dr .•°

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cannot begin to describe how long this took me T^T so i hope you like it !! anyway, here is what’s in my bag in my kpop/clarity dr !!!

my bag is the adidas original pu biker bag !! i got it from an adidas campaign that clarity did. one thing to note is that i’m scripting there are two versions and ver 2 has longer straps bcs i’m more comfortable with that !!

on the front of the bag i’ve got some decor!! some small little things to personalise it hshshs :

⟢ my mum’s claw clip — she gave it to me when she came to visit, i’ve got it clipped onto one of the straps

⟢ a carabiner from sabrina carpenter — it has the engraving “You Are My Lucky Star”, i’ve attached a few charms to it :

•⟢ a lucky 7 ball — i love the number 7, i love that shade of red and the number itself reminds me of enhypen (who i’m a huge fan of!!)

•⟢ a light stick keychain — i’ve just used the enhypen light stick as an example but in actuality, it’s clarity’s light stick aka the claridome, i’m matching with my members !!

•⟢ the purple candy store series sonny angel — also matching with my members bcs this series has our designated colours !!

next up are the exterior pockets !!

in side pocket 1 i have :

⟢ my keys — obvious necessity of course, i’ve got my car keys, my house/dorm, and then some company keys : the music studio, dance studio, recording studio and my locker. attached onto the keys are two key rings :

•⟢ a little mushroom — from the day i landed in south korea after being accepted into fantagio ent. as a trainee!! i needed to get smth to commemorate it bcs i’m nothing if not sentimental

•⟢ a resin orchid flower charm with bronzite, cherry quartz and pearl beads — a gift from jungwon !! it was during a secret santa that we did with the other 04’ idols in our friend group

⟢ three lippies :

•⟢ a clarins plum lip oil , a burt’s bees coconut & pear lip balm and a burt’s bees cucumber and mint lip balm — super niche flavours of lip balm but i can’t lie, they’re my absolute favourites

⟢ a tiny perfume — jasmine and sandalwood scented ofcs

⟢ a small shell shaped jewellery box — usually i’d take off any jewellery i’m wearing when i get tired or overstimulated, it can fit quite a lot of things including earrings, necklaces, rings, bracelets (that aren’t solid like bangles), but even if i’m wearing all my jewellery, it serves the purpose of housing my guitar picks

in the front pocket i have : my snacks!!

⟢ two packs of jumpy’s — a little treat from enhypen’s jake when he ordered a bunch of aussie snacks

⟢ warheads — i love sour things so i’ve always got a pack on me

⟢ sour blueberry bubblegum — this isn’t always in my bag but if i can find this specific brand and flavour, i def have it with me (another sour one)

⟢ chai tea sachets — god forbid whatever hotel we’re staying at doesn’t have chai

⟢ mint strips bcs obvs

in side pocket 2 i have :

⟢ two sets of headphones — my beats fit pro bluetooth headphones in grey, and my apple wired headphones that i keep just in case my bluetooth’s lose charge, and to stop them from getting tangled, the wired headphones live in this little shell trinket box

⟢ a tiny vial of moon water — it’s cute, it’s spiritual, it’s shaped like a star, what more can i say?

⟢ a capo — i got it as a gift from enhypen’s jay !!

⟢ a lace draw string bag full of crystals — a citrine tumble, a tigers eye tumble, a labradorite tumble, a flower agate palm stone and a raw herkimer diamond

ok here comes the main pocket !!

⟢ yes, i’ve got two phones — a personal phone and a work phone :

•⟢ my personal phone is the iphone 11 in purple — it has a polaroid of clarity during our tour in sydney !! it was taken by our manager and i keep it in the case

•⟢ my work phone is the iphone 14 in baby blue — it has a tiny little teddy bear charm attached to it’s clear case, i got the charm from a lumino (our fandom name!!)

⟢ a portable charger bcs obvs

⟢ my current read — i always have a book on me, and i tend to read multiple books so i’ll have ebooks on both phones as well as a physical book in my bag aksjdjs, my current read is The God Of Small Things by Arundathi Roy, a gift from my dad !!

⟢ two notebooks, each for a different purpose :

•⟢ my journal — the brown leather book, embossed with prints of flowers, a few sticker stamps that i got as a gift from vicki’s stamp collection, it’s a mess of a mind dump, a complete amalgamation of thoughts, un-curated, unfiltered, and extremely authentic, the notebook itself was part of a birthday present from my members !!

•⟢ my lyric book — the little red notebook that i found at a corner store in some nook of london, i got it during our first world tour and have been using it as the place to go when i get random inspiration

⟢ a tiny teddy bear plush toy — i got it from my little brother when i visited home again after a long time

⟢ a digital camera — i got it from enhypen’s sunghoon on my twentieth birthday bcs not only was i an official adult but it was also nearing the end of our mc-ing contract

⟢ finally, i’ve got four seperate pouches inside the main pocket :

•⟢ my makeup pouch — a vivienne westwood red pouch that i bought with my own money . and then i became an ambassador like, a week later.. all i had to do was wait a week.. typical

•⟢ my hygienics pouch — got it from a lumino during a fansign !! they said it reminded them of regulus and they knew i was a huge regulus stan so they got it for me ??? i cried

•⟢ my pencil case — i’ve had it since predebut, never want to get rid of it, i actively mended it when the zipper came loose once .. it’s staying with me till the end i fear

•⟢ my wallet — idek where i got this, it just showed up one day in my closet and i just ran with it, surprisingly fits everything i need tho

in my makeup pouch i have :

⟢ a beautiful compact mirror — i got this from chris aka stray kid’s bang chan aka my big cousin!!

⟢ a lighter — found it online and immediately had to get it bcs it looks so pretty, i’m not a smoker necessarily but i just like having a lighter, i’ve got a couple friends who smoke and it comes in handy, plus i can use it for candles

⟢ some actual makeup products, shock horror :

•⟢ a kiko clear gloss — i’m partial to tinted glosses but i like having the option

•⟢ tinted burt’s bees lip balm in plum — same thing here

•⟢ a bobbi brown concealer, a rare beauty highlighter and a diamond clear mascara — i unfortunately don’t wear makeup in my cr bcs i have ridiculously sensitive skin so i have no clue abt the shades or the quality of these products T^T i just know i need to have them ahshdjsjsk

⟢ a comb — i can’t go to sleep without at least brushing the ends of my hair, i don’t know, anyway i got it from india at the local markets and it’s very pretty

⟢ hair ties bcs obvs — i would have also put scrunchies or smth but knowing me, i’d probably mooch off of aining’s scrunchies (just like in this reality >.<)

in my hygienics pouch i have :

⟢ a lot of obvs necessities — kleenex, deodorant, hand sanitiser, moisturiser, bandaids, pads

⟢ vaseline — dry skin is a bitch but i vow to conquer it

⟢ eye serum — idk what i’d do without it like do y’all understand how bright and arid those stage lights are??

⟢ sun screen — this isn’t in the obvs section bcs this is specifically australian made sunscreen, spf 50+ i even use it in this reality

⟢ meds — vitamins, anti histamines, anxiety pills

in my pencil case i have :

⟢ 0.35 black ink pens — for the life of me i could not find the brand name but i have these exact pens in every reality, i worship them, they are glorious

⟢ a silver mechanical pencil — same deal, the one in this reality i’ve had since 2019 i believe? and i couldn’t find a pic of this but i also have a small pack of lead as well

⟢ erasers — snoopy/peanuts themed bcs i adore that franchise and i unfortunately buy things just bcs they’re peanuts themed..

⟢ a small love note from jungwon !! — passed to me between the hallways of an award show, right before enha left for tour, i don’t think he knows that i’ve kept it

in my wallet i have :

⟢ my cards — yes i have a black card, yes i use it whenever i can, yes i can feel the stares every time

⟢ cash and coins — coming from a regular middle class lifestyle means i never get out of the habit of keeping physical money on me, ya know, just in case

⟢ perfume scent testers/cards — idk they’re fun to keep, gives my wallet a funky yet intoxicating scent, i keep adding new ones every time i go to the perfume section, even if i don’t buy anything

⟢ a queen of spades card from a deck with indian artwork — i got it as a gift from a lumino, and it was so thoughtful bcs the queen of spades is actually linked to clarity lore, specifically my lore in our groups concept, plus, it’s an indian queen !!!

⟢ a tiny passport photo of baby me — one of those sentimental things that my parents gave me before i left to start training, i always keep it with me as a reminder; anytime i’m mean to myself or forget to ignore the negative comments i may get, i’m actually hurting that little girl right there, she doesn’t deserve that, so i don’t deserve it

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there’s a lot i didn’t add bcs it wouldn’t realistically fit, and also i’ve got my manager to carry some stuff for us — more makeup, vlogging equipment, more toiletries, etc etc .. anyway!! this took ages so i really hope this does well 🥲🤞🏽

chaai brews; tea assortments — dr archive

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[trevorsturnioloappreciator]

Warm

Matt Sturniolo x Fem!Reader

- you wake up to Matt humping you, you help him go back to sleep.

cw: MinorsDoNotInteract; cock warming, friends to lovers, pet names, sub!Matt, dom!reader, slight somnophilia but not really(Matt humps reader while they’re both asleep), reader says ‘good boy’ once, praise kink, slight teasing, falling asleep with a dick in you is implied (probably don’t do that), unprotected sex (also don’t do that)

a/n: no use of y/n, this was requested but i went a little off script, also was requested last mf month but you guys can’t be mad cause its so long!!!!! 😭

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Matt was the biggest cuddler of the three brothers, when you first started spending nights at their house, you would’ve totally thought it was Chris. Chris likes to feel someone next to him while lounging or sleeping, and he’s much more comfortable seeking it out.

Always smooshed up in between you and his brothers while you all watch a movie on the couch, reaching out his hand to keep a point of contact if he can’t be snuggled into your side, but Matt was different. You can tell it took him a while to build the courage to even try what Chris considers second nature.

It’d all started when Nick rang you up, inviting you to spend the night, and of course you agreed. You slip on your comfiest sweatsuit, and some slip-on shoes, packing a small tote of your essentials before setting off to the boy’s house. “Guys~”, you sing out, “I’m here!”, calling to them as you climb the stairs.

“We’re in Matt’s room, he fell asleep three hours ago, we’re checking if he’s alive”, you hear Chris’ voice travel down the hall. Curiously you make your way to peek your head in Matt’s door. Unable to control the coo you let out as you survey the scene in front of you.

Nick and Chris are standing off to the side of the bed, where Matt lay tucked into his comforter, all you could see was his mess of hair splayed over his pillow, you can tell by the way the blanket falls over him that he’s scrunched up on his side, clutching a pillow to his chest.

“Awe, let him sleep longer, he looks so peaceful…”, you tell them, gaze stuck on Matt’s sleeping form. It was the first time you’d seen such a soft side of him, it was all you could think about the rest of the night; the way his hair curled around him, the sliver of his face peeking over the heavy blanket and his arms curled possessively around the large throw pillow.

The next time you spent the night you swore to yourself you would try your hardest to pull Matt more from his shell. You’re not sure why, but you’d become sort of obsessed with the thought of him being comfortable enough to fold into you the way he had alone in bed.

The triplets and you are all hunkered down on their large sectional, some movie droning on in the background as you all try not to doze off. When you came over today, you brought along a big bag of groceries, intent on cooking dinner for everyone, always feeling guilty for showing up empty handed even though you knew they couldn’t care less.

After everyone ate, you all settled into your pajamas, plopping into the couch cushions. Strategically, you place yourself next to Matt, he’s leaning back into the corner of the sectional, legs hanging straight in front of him, slightly dangling over the edge of the couch. Huddling in, Chris and Nick next to you, you throw a blanket over yourself and subsequently Matt’s legs as well.

As the movie plays on and you all get sleepier and more melded against one another, you slyly wiggle your feet to fit under Matt’s legs, playing it off like you needed to stretch or leach his warmth, when in reality all you wanted was to be closer to him, to feel him against you. Noticing the way Matt slumps further into the couch, clearly undisturbed by the contact, you decide to push it further.

Letting out a long (fake) yawn, you turn to rest your head against his bicep, snuggling lightly into Matt as you stretch your legs, causing his own legs to lay over your lap. “This okay?”, you whisper softly, tilting up to look at his face, his cheeks are coated in a dark blush, a meek smile playing on his lips, almost like he was trying his hardest to keep a straight face. It makes you swoon.

“It’s- yeah…‘S okay…”, Matt’s voice is timid, shaking lightly under your unwavering gaze.

Seeing Matt in this new light has your thoughts racing, you wonder what he’s thinking, what he’d act like while being kissed. You shock yourself with your train of thought, you’d never imagined Matt this way, but now that you have you can’t seem to stop. You feel your own face brighten with heat, with racing thoughts (and slightly less composure then you started with) you turn to where Chris and Nick lay, taking note of their light snores, both asleep.

“‘M starting to get sleepy, I was gonna sleep out here but I don’t know if all three of us will fit…”, motioning to the sleeping figures beside you with your thumb, looking up to Matt as you speak softly. “Would it be okay if… I slept in your room?” It was a long shot, the fact that Nick and Chris fell asleep on the couch actually gave you more options to sleep alone in one of their rooms, but you couldn’t help yourself, you felt borderline desperate to just lay in bed with Matt, watch him fall asleep. Maybe he’d pull you into him or subconsciously cuddle up next to you.

You watch as his nervous expression shifts to a sweet smile, “Yeah, ‘course you can. I can sleep in Nick’s room-“, before he finishes the sentence, you sit up slightly, placing your hand on his knee and cutting him off. “It’s- it’s okay if… you wanna sleep in your bed, too…”, his eyebrows shoot up slightly at your suggestion, “You… Y’mean in my bed… with you?”, the shy expression is back on his face as he bites his lip in anticipation of your answer. “I mean if you don’t want to it’s okay, ‘s just, I don’t wanna force you out of your room, I don’t mind if you stay with me…”, keeping your voice even and innocent while at the same time trailing your hand imperceptibly from his kneecap to the middle of his thigh.

You can tell by the way Matt’s hand unconsciously reaches to yours, pulling back before he actually touches you, his face a shining pink color, that he wants you in his bed just as much as you want to be there. “Right.. yeah, that makes sense.”, he nods to you while throwing his legs off of you and standing up. Following his lead you stand up as well, grabbing your bag and letting Matt know you’ll use Chris’ bathroom so you could both do your nightly routines simultaneously.

Once you’re all done in the bathroom, you make your way back up to Matt’s room. Walking in you see all the lights off except one lamp on his bedside table and Matt perched at the end of his bed. He’s dressed in a white tee shirt and grey sweat shorts, hair slightly tussled around his face, and his small pug plushie tucked into his arms.

“Didn’t know which side you like to sleep on…”, he speaks softly, not quite meeting your eye, whether out of tiredness or shyness, you’re not sure. “I don’t have much preference, whatever you like is cool with me.”, you flash a close-lipped smile from the doorway, Matt takes a second to get in bed, his eyes trailing over your body.

You may have purposefully chosen your skimpiest sleep shorts and flowy low-cut tank top. With no bra on, theres about nothing left to the imagination. If Matt’s nervous demeanor was doing it for you before, his wandering eyes and slack-jawed expression are definitely contributing to the wetness growing between your legs. Just as you begin to walk over, Matt stands to slip under his bedding, closest to the side with the lamp.

You do the same and tuck yourself into his blankets, flipping onto your side to watch Matt get comfortable. Eventually he mimics your position and turns to face you as well, the small smile on his face makes you blush and scoot closer to the middle of the bed.

Lightly, you nudge at his leg with your socked foot, not pulling away. “Are you cold?”, he murmurs quietly, sliding over further to be close to you. “A little”, you nod sleepily, moving your hand from where it was tucked under your cheek on the pillow, closer to Matt’s own hand.

Reaching over you, Matt brings the thick blanket further over your shoulder, tucking you in more snugly, before turning to flick the lamp off. Chuckling softly at how innocent Matt was, his sweet gesture making butterflies erupt in your stomach. Now that you’re thrown into complete darkness, you start to feel yourself slipping into sleep but before you fall deeper, you decide to reach that much further, hooking your pinky around Matt’s.

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Blinking your eyes open, you’re awoken by something (or someone) pressing against you. At first you’re caught off guard until you remember you’re in bed with Matt. Sleeping on your stomach, right leg bent into a triangle position while your left is straight, you start to detect movement in your hazy brain. Feeling Matt’s heavy body on top of you, you start to connect the dots.

It’s Matt that’s moving against you, his arms are locked around your waist and his hips are rutting up against the side of your plush thigh.

You can hear his soft noises, his face is tucked between your shoulder blades and you can tell how hard he is. It almost makes you feel bad, he’s whimpering and huffing hot puffs of air against your skin. Turning to face him causes his movements to shift, now humping against your hip bone and his head bent into your chest.

“Matt~”, you whisper out, his arms squeeze tighter around you and the noises falling from his lips ramp up. Shaking him lightly, you hope once he wakes up he won’t let his embarrassment get the best of him, you want him to continue. Watching his face intently, you see Matt start to wake up, moving your hand from his shoulder to his cheek, you continue whispering to him.

“Mmph”, Matt lets out a murmured sound as his eyes blink open blearily, hips stuttering against you. “Wh-“, before he can start to freak out about your current position, you try and calm him. “Hey~ ‘s okay… it’s just me, you’re okay…”, you coo out the words, rubbing your thumb against his cheekbone. The way he looks up to you, you can tell he’s still slightly sleep-addled, his eyes are glassy and his cheeks are tinged pink. “Was I…”, he manages to get the words out before slipping his hands off your body. “Mm”, you hum, nodding affirmatively at his half question, “‘S okay. I don’t mind… if you do it again.” Matt’s eyes widen, mouth dropping open at your words, before he reaches out again to hold onto your hips.

“A-are you sure?”, he breathes out shakily, tightening his grip on you. “Mhm, ‘m sure, wanna make you feel good~”, you whisper and move closer to his face, placing a small kiss on his cheek. Matt is a fidgeting, blushing mess, tentatively moving his hips again. “Ffffuck~”, he whines, tucking his face into your chest and planting soft kisses to your collarbone. “H-hurts- need more… please, please-“

“What d’ya need, baby?”, your voice has a teasing lilt to it. Reaching out, you pet down Matt’s messy hair as he looks to you with the biggest puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen. “C-can I… put it in, please?”, his soft voice comes out breathy, he’s still moving his hips into you but you can tell he’s running out of steam.

“Hm? Y’wanna put it in, baby?”, trying to keep your voice as steady as possible, even though Matt’s words are almost enough to make you cum untouched. “Please…yes, j-just need to feel you… feel you on me~” he’s verging on begging, like he might die if you don’t give him the permission he’s so desperate for. “Awe~”, you coo, “Poor baby, sound so sweet asking all nice f’me… Of course y’can, I already told ya I just wanna make you feel good, honey.”

At your words, Matt lets out a relieved sigh, almost like a moan, before moving his hands to claw off your pajama shorts in a heated frenzy. “Th-thank you, thank you- needed it so bad… Y’don’t know how much I think about you~”, as Matt blabbers on, you help him by pulling down his pants, feeling his dick spring out to hit his stomach. Reaching down, you grab the base of his cock, not moving your hand, just slightly gripping him in your palm.

Your movement has Matt whimpering into your chest, “Fuck- please~”, his voice comes out tight and he ruts into your hand again. “Ya gonna do what you asked me to do or are you gonna sit here whinin’ like a puppy, hm?”, you tease. It clearly has an effect on Matt, you feel his cock jump in your hands, precum leaking steadily down your fingers.

“My God- fuck- yes, yeah~”, as soon as Matt hooks his hands back over your hips you let go of him, allowing him to push your thighs open with his knee, sliding into you.

At the feeling of his hot, slick member entering your own wet core you let out an embarrassingly loud moan, voice cracking in the middle. “Mm, so big, Matty, fillin’ me up so good, baby~”, your voice comes out in a purr, peeling your eyes open, you look to Matt. The expression gracing his face can only be described as total bliss, bottom lip stuck between white teeth, eyebrows shot high on his forehead and his eyes slipped softly closed.

“C-can I-“, you give him time to breathe, not wanting to interrupt his train of thought while he’s clearly struggling to keep up with the circumstances, “‘S it okay… if-if we just stay like this, please?”, his voice is nothing more than a whisper and the words make your pussy clench. Fighting through the thoughts in your head, thoughts of keeping Matt like this forever, you speak softly against his temple after placing a kiss there. “Yeah, baby, we can stay like this… Such a good boy, d’you feel better, sweetheart?”, you wrap your arms around his back, pulling him closer so his face is smooshed into your chest. “Mhm, yes~ yes, thank you~”, his words come out softly and muffled, and you can tell by the cadence that he’s almost already asleep again.

[insomniac4000]

Climbing Walls- George Clarke angst.

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The dim lights of the local pub flickered softly, casting a warm glow over the crowd. George sat at the bar nursing his drink, laughing and joking with the two Arthur's and Chris. Despite the lively atmosphere, his mind was elsewhere.

Across the room, a girl caught his eye. She had an easy smile, her laughter ringing like music amid the chatter. He had seen her before at the climbing and bouldering centre he frequented, always climbing effortlessly, as if gravity had no hold over her. Tonight, she wore a casual denim jacket over a simple black dress, a far cry from how he was used to seeing her dress, but he thought she was beautiful event with her hair tied up, some small parts sticking in different directions after a hard session. George felt an inexplicable pull towards her, an urge to get closer, to know her name, but the shyness that often gripped him kept him glued to his spot.

When their eyes met for a brief moment, she smiled a soft, inviting smile that sent a flutter through his chest. He smiled back, heat creeping up his cheeks, heart racing like he had just finished a hard climb. This was their routine now: exchanging smiles across rooms, never progressing beyond that. Every glance felt electric, yet every moment felt like a missed opportunity.

Days turned into weeks, and George found himself at the climbing centre more often, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. He would arrive early, psyching himself up to say hello, only to retreat into the familiar shell of insecurity. She always seemed to be surrounded by friends, laughing, her face illuminated by the overhead lights, making it impossible for him to approach.

One afternoon, George stood beneath a climbing wall, stretching his arms, when he spotted her again. She was scaling a route, focused, determined. There was a gracefulness in her movements, a fluidity that made it look effortless. Watching her sent a rush of admiration through him. He had never felt so strongly for someone he barely knew.

After her climb, she hopped down, brushing off her chalk-covered hands. George’s heart pounded in his chest as he tried to gather the courage to speak. But before he could take a step, she turned and walked away, laughing with her friends.

“Hey, George!” called a familiar voice, snapping him back to reality. It of course was Chis, pulling him back into reality.

“Did you see her again?” Chris smirked, nudging him playfully. George nodded, his heart sinking as he watched her walk away.

“Just talk to her, mate. You keep missing your chances,” Chris encouraged, though George knew that talking was far easier said than done.

One night, his friends dragged him to a club. The bass thumped loudly, the atmosphere alive with energy and excitement. George felt out of place, a wallflower in a sea of vibrant, confident dancers. He stood by the bar, pretending to sip his drink while scanning the room for her. He knew it was a long shot but he saw her everywhere else, why would tonight be any different? Then, there she was. Y/N danced with her friends, a radiant light amidst the swirling bodies. He felt his heart lift at the sight of her, but then his stomach dropped. As he watched, a tall, handsome man approached her. They shared a few laughs, and his heart sank further when she greeted him with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

George’s breath caught in his throat, a rush of anger and frustration swelling within him. Who was this guy? Why did he get to be so close to her? He felt like he was watching a movie where he was trapped in the background, unable to change the script.

From the corner of his eye, he could see his friends dancing and having a great time, but all he could do was watch her. The club, once filled with energy, now felt suffocating. He turned his attention back to his drink, forcing down a few more gulps, hoping to drown out the turmoil inside him. The more he thought about it the more it made sense, of course she had someone she was gorgeous.

Weeks passed, and George fell into a routine of silent observations. He saw her at the pub, always laughing, always with that same guy who had greeted her at the club. Each interaction between them felt like a punch to the gut.

He couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly they moved together, sharing inside jokes and glances that made George feel like an outsider looking in. He often wondered what it would be like to be the one making her laugh, to be the one who held her attention. How long have they been together? Was George ever in with a chance? Should he have talked to her weeks ago?

One fateful evening, while attending a climbing session, George felt a surge of determination. He had promised himself that today would be different. As he stood near the wall, scanning the crowd, he saw her in the distance, chatting with friends, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

In that moment, she looked up, catching his gaze. A spark ignited within him; it was now or never. Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward, heart racing. But before he could approach, she turned back to her friends, laughing again.

“Hey, George!” A voice called out, pulling him back. It was Arthur. “Come on, we’re about to start. You in?”

George hesitated, his gaze drifting back to her. She seemed happy, so full of life, and he felt an overwhelming urge to be part of it. Yet, the moment slipped away again, and he was left watching from the sidelines. He cursed Arthur under his breath and his lack of being able to read social situations sometimes.

Time continued to pass, and George found himself trapped in a cycle of admiration and despair. He watched her date the guy he had seen with her, witnessing their chemistry, their moments of laughter, and the shared glances that George longed to have.

One afternoon, while at the bouldering center, he overheard a conversation between her and a friend. “I just don't know if I'm feeling it anymore.” she said, and George’s heart raced, filled with hope momentarily. Could this mean what he thought it could? It wasn't to last however, The heartbreak hit him hard one night at the pub. George arrived late, his friends already gathered around a table. As he made his way through the crowd, he spotted Y/N laughing with her friends at another table, the guy seated beside her, his arm casually draped over her shoulder.

The sight was unbearable. George tried to engage with his friends, but every joke felt hollow. He glanced over at her table, wishing desperately to be the one making her laugh, sharing those intimate moments that seemed to come so easily to others.

His frustration grew as he listened to their laughter, an insistent reminder of everything he couldn’t have. It was in that moment, surrounded by friends, that he realized the depth of his longing.

Another weekend arrived, and George found himself back at the club. He stood against the bar, nursing a drink and keeping his distance from the pulsating crowd. As he scanned the room, he spotted her dancing with her friends, her smile bright and contagious.

But then, to his dismay, the guy appeared again. This time, he pulled her in for a dance, their movements fluid and in sync. A pang of jealousy shot through George, and he felt his heart clench.

“Why do I keep watching? Why can’t I just talk to her?” he muttered to himself, frustration boiling over.

After a moment, he decided he couldn’t stay. He turned away from the scene, making his way towards the exit, the weight of unspoken words heavy on his shoulders.

As the weeks stretched on, George grappled with his feelings. He found himself trapped in a cycle of longing, frustration, and self-doubt. Each time he saw her, it felt like a reminder of his own insecurities.

George distanced himself from his friends, cancelling plans and finding excuses not to go to the places where he might see her. The isolation was painful, but it felt like the only way to escape the heartache of watching someone else take the place he wished he could fill.

Despite the fun and camaraderie his friends provided, they couldn’t fill the void left by Y/N. The laughter, the shared moments—it all felt out of reach.

A part of him still held onto the hope that things could change, that perhaps one day he would find the courage to approach her, to tell her how he felt but he understood that some stories aren’t meant to have happy endings.

He closed his eyes, allowing the weight of unfulfilled desires to settle around him. He didn’t want to be another stranger in her life, just a guy who admired her from afar. It was time to accept that their paths might never cross the way he had wished.

George decided it was time to stop moping and start focusing on himself, Chris and the Arthur's were also a big catalyst for it. The familiar sound of chalk scratching against climbing holds filled the air as George made his way to the bouldering centre, trying to shake off the melancholy that had settled over him. Despite his recent resolve to focus on himself, he couldn't ignore the nagging ache in his chest whenever he thought of Y/N. Each visit to the climbing centre was a reminder of her absence, and today was no different.

He arrived early, hoping to get in a few practice climbs before his friends showed up. As he started warming up, his thoughts wandered to the moments he had lost, the unspoken words that lingered between them like a ghost. The sound of laughter echoed through the centre, pulling him from his reverie. He turned, half-expecting to see Y/N and her friends, but it was just a group of newcomers.

Shaking off the distractions, George focused on the wall in front of him. He stepped back, gearing himself up to do it when he felt a sudden collision, a force bumping into him from behind.

"Whoa!" he exclaimed, losing his balance slightly. He turned to find Y/N standing there, her expression a mixture of surprise and frustration.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, brushing her hair back from her face. But as their eyes locked, he saw the sadness swirling in her [colour] eyes, a shadow that hadn't been there before.

"Are you okay?"

She looked down, biting her lip. "Fine."

"Sure? You don't look fine." The poor girl looked like she could burst into tears.

"I don’t want to talk about it here," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

The concern in George’s heart deepened. "You don’t have to talk about it here. But if you need someone to listen...I’m here."

After a beat, she met his gaze again, her expression softening slightly. "Can we maybe go for a coffee after the session? I could really use a distraction."

"Yeah, absolutely," George replied, a flicker of hope igniting within him. "I’ll be here."

The session felt long, filled with moments of stolen glances between them. Each time Y/N laughed with her friends or tackled a difficult route, George felt the weight of his unspoken feelings pressing down on him. But he remained hopeful; maybe this coffee would change everything.

After the last climb, he approached her as she was packing her bag. "Ready for that coffee?" he asked, his heart racing.

"Yeah," she replied, her smile a little more genuine now, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

They walked to a nearby café, the air thick with unspoken words. The smell of freshly brewed coffee enveloped them as they settled into a small corner table. George’s heart raced with anticipation; this was a chance to really talk to her, to understand what was going on behind that beautiful smile.

As they waited for their drinks, George broke the ice. "So…what happened?"

Y/N looked down at her hands, the light in her eyes dimming again. "I just had a bad breakup," she admitted, her voice wavering slightly. "We were together for a couple of years, and it just…fell apart. Ended really badly, he said some things and I have a thin skin I guess."

George's heart sank for her. He had never been in a serious relationship, but he understood the weight of loss. "I’m really sorry to hear that," he said, his voice gentle. "Do you want to talk about it?"

She hesitated, her gaze drifting to the window, watching the world go by. "Not really. It still hurts too much."

"That’s okay," George replied. "You don’t have to if you don’t want to. Just know that I’m here to listen if you ever feel like sharing."

Y/N finally looked up, meeting his gaze. "Thank you. That actually means a lot. Your name is George isn't it? I've heard your friends call you."

"Yeah, it's weird isn't it knowing each other well seeing each other here week after week and not really knowing each other's name," George joked a little.

"It's the London way. My name is Y/N by the way."

"Well, then hello Y/N."

They fell into a comfortable silence, the tension easing as their coffees arrived. George took a sip, trying to gauge her mood. "If you want, we could change the subject. I could talk about how awful I am at climbing. That might lighten the mood," he said with a chuckle.

Y/N laughed softly, a glimmer of the light he had admired so much returning to her eyes. "You’re not that bad, I promise."

As they chatted about climbing techniques and favourite routes, George felt a warmth blossom in his chest. This was the kind of connection he had been yearning for. He found himself leaning closer, their conversation flowing effortlessly, and for the first time in weeks, he felt genuinely happy.

After their drinks, they stepped outside, the evening air cool against their skin. George felt buoyed by the conversation, the distance that had kept them apart beginning to shrink.

"I didn’t think I would enjoy that as much as I did," Y/N admitted, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"Me neither," George replied, the warmth spreading through him. "I mean, I thought it would be awkward, but it was really nice. We should do this again sometime."

Her eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. "You mean you want to talk to me more? Is that what you’re saying?"

"Definitely," he said, his confidence swelling. "I mean, if you’re up for it."

"Yeah, I’d like that," she said, a genuine smile breaking across her face. "I really would."

But amid the budding connection, George couldn’t shake the lingering fear that this might just be a fleeting moment, a mere distraction from the pain she was going through. He wanted to be more than that for her, but what if he wasn’t enough?

Days turned into weeks as George and Y/N met for coffee regularly after climbing sessions. Each meeting deepened their connection, yet George struggled with the tension between hope and fear. Y/N was still healing, and while their friendship blossomed, he felt like he was walking a tightrope, unsure of how to navigate his feelings.

During one of their coffee dates, they sat outside on the café’s patio, the sun warming their faces. George had been trying to gather his thoughts, struggling with the urge to tell her how he felt. He glanced at her, laughter spilling from her lips as she shared a funny story from her past.

"You should have seen the look on my friends face when I went straight through the table, I think I'm banned from Magaluf for life!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining with mirth.

He smiled, the sound of her laughter filling him with warmth. "You’ve got a way of making even the worst moments sound entertaining," he said, wanting to keep the mood light.

Y/N smiled, but it faded as she looked down, her expression turning thoughtful. "You know, I never really thought I would be sitting here with you. When I started to see you everywhere my friends joked saying it was some kind of sign or omen. I was starting to think that you were mute though."

"I'm not that great at talking to women, despite what my incredibly good looks might tell you."

"I don't believe that for a second!"

"Ask my mates. I can't chat women up to save my life." George cringed at his latest revelation, he had basically admitted that he wanted to chat her up. Her eyes met his, a flicker of something passing between them. But before he could say anything more, she glanced away, a shadow falling across her features.

"George, I don't think I'm ready to jump back into anything right now. I hope you understand."

His heart sank at her words, the weight of unreciprocated feelings settling heavily on his chest. "Yeah, I understand," he said, forcing a smile. "I just wanted to make sure you know I’m here if you ever need me." Friends, just what he needed in a his another friend, all he could do was hope when she was ready that he was still there.

[nqmonarch]

Blade in Yandere Fanfics

Content Warning: Talk about Yanderes, so mentions of violence against reader and kidnapping

The fanfics I read of Blade are few and far between for a few reasons. The biggest one being a lot of the story I read is yandere themed and man why do they always make Blade out to be such a violent guy, like yes he is, but I feel like there's more to explore?? Violent yandere Blade will always have a place in the world but where is the desperate Blade who has genuinely no idea of why he likes his partner so much but knows he needs to do anything to get them to stay with him.

Desperate Yandere Blade who at first threatens you to stay with him but can't handle the way you recoil in fear. He has no idea why one reaction from you has him in shambles but he doesn't want that to happen again. Like he is beyond terrified of you leaving him for any reason. Sure, he could break your legs but what if you end up hating him so much you find a way to die or end up becoming a shell of your former self.

You relieve his mara because whenever he's with you, you're all he can think about. You have no ties to his past. And when he's with you he forgets all about what happened on the Xianzhou. You wouldn't leave him in pain alone, would you? You're not that cruel. He probably wouldn't guilt trip you, instead that comes from Kafka. After all you just made her job a lot easier, and it's in the script you should stay with Blade, if you want the best ending for all of the universe.

Yandere Blade is fucking desperate. Sometimes his emotions get the best of him, he may squeeze onto you a bit too tight and cause bruises but after seeing them that panic stricken fear returns to him and he feels afraid to even touch you. He doesn't want to scare you, he's just a scary guy.

It'd be like having a big dog, except this big dog is a wanted Stellaron Hunter and a lot more deadly. He would tank hits for you if your life was ever in danger. He'll live no matter what, you on the other hand? You're fragile. Would overstress about you getting hurt and watch you just to make sure you don't, an added benefit is whenever he sees you he feels more calm.

But if you end up trying to be with someone else? Yeah, good luck. When you first mention someone else he acts indifferent, maybe he'll watch you a bit more, make sure this person is really safe. But the moment it continues he'll be trying to bargain to get you back to spending all of your time with him, if needed he'd probably beg albeit flustered, and if none of that works he'll just hug you and won't let go.

No, this isn't kidnapping he's just keeping you still. That is until Kafka comes, and she's nice enough to make sure nothing gets in the way of your and Blade's relationship!

And why is he doing all of this?

Because he loves you, of course.

Kafka is an enabler lmao

I saw one small post on how Blade might be desperate once and I was like this is my life now. I can get behind desperate Blade. Then I ended up accidentally making the post about Yandere Blade because Yandere content is about all I consume (didn't plan to write any though tbh). Oopsies?

[imtryingbuck]

Vows

~ gif not mine credit goes to owner ~

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky and you are married- that is all.

Word count: 1,165

Warnings: fluff. that is all.

A/N: I’ve never been to a wedding before so if anything’s wrong take it up with my lawyer.

Masterlist

You remember the day when Bucky proposed like it was yesterday.

The bright fluffy clouds littering the clear blue sky, birds flying freely. Your hand was in Bucky’s as he leads you further into the clearing of the field, you were about to say something when he stopped.

“Y/n I love you, I love everything about you. You save me every day, and every day of being with you is like a dream coming true. And I know we’ve only been dating for a year but when you know you know right?”

Tears welled up in your eyes at the sight of him dropping to one knee-

“Y/n L/n will you make me the happiest man in the universe by marrying me?”

You didn’t even answer. You launched yourself at him making both of you fall to the ground. Placing as many kisses as you possibly could all over his beautiful face, you nodded.

The cheers and applauses sounded from somewhere and when you looked you saw the whole team together with huge smiles on their faces.

You celebrated all throughout the night - at Tony’s expense - with your friends making speeches.

Your wedding day was perfect. Just like the day he proposed the sky was blue and the sun was shining, and just like that day, you got married on that field.

You were nervous and excited. You were marrying the man of your dreams and everything was running smoothly. Your dress fit perfectly and was gorgeous, Pepper told you that you looked like a princess and you had to admit, you kind of did.

Pepper was your maid of honour. Nat, Wanda, Maria and Carol were your bridesmaids- who all looked so beautiful in their dresses.

Steve was Bucky’s best man (obviously) Sam, Bruce, Thor and Vision were his groomsmen - all looking very handsome and dapper in their suits.

Clint was the one to give you away, it was a no brainier as he was like the father you never had.

Morgan bless her heart was the flower girl who was walked down by Peter.

And Tony was the one to marry you two. He was way to smug about that - you later found out that every time you two disagreed with him he would always say “don’t forget who married you two”.

Slowly walking down the makeshift isle, Clint clinging on to you like a lifeline your heart broke at seeing Bucky standing there with tears rolling down his cheeks. Clint hands you over to Bucky with a kiss to your cheek and whispered ‘I love you and I’m so proud of you’ in your ear, you whispered ‘I love you’ back. As Bucky was about to take both hands you wiped away the tears and smiled.

“First, I’d like to begin by welcoming everyone and thanking each and every one of you for being here on this most happy of days. We are here to celebrate the perfect couple - other than myself and Pepper- that we all know and love, James and Y/n.” Everyone laughs at Tony’s comment and how serious his voice sounds.

“Sorry you two but I’m going off script. My sweet darling Y/n I have never seen you more happier since you’ve been with Bucky, and to you Bucky I have to say thank you, you’ve shown her what true love is.” Leaning closer towards Bucky he tries to whisper “You break her heart I won’t hesitate to kill you” Of course Bucky would get threaten on his wedding day, and of course everyone hears what Tony says as he’s holding a microphone. “Anyways, Y/n you helped get Bucky out of his shell and even though we didn’t get along at first it’s been nice seeing him find his footing, a pleasure to meet the man Steve knew a trillion years ago” Again, Tony makes everyone laugh including you and Bucky. 

“Bucky you may read your vows”

“Y/n you’re my happiness, my best friend, my love. You’ve been by my side since day one, not once did you leave my side when I was in Wakanda, you help me sleep through the night just because you’re by my side. I love you more than you’ll ever know. I promise in front of everyone here today, to cherish you always, to honour and sustain you, in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth, and to be true to you in all things until death alone shall part us”

Tony tries and subtly wipe his tears, clearing his throat he looks to you “Y-Yn you may read your vows now”

“Bucky you’re my happiness, my best friend, my love. I admire your courage, your strength and your determination. I have never felt alone when you’re not by my side because you’re in my heart always. I love you more than you’ll ever know. I promise in front of everyone here today, to cherish you always, to honour and sustain you, in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth, and to be true to you in all things until death alone shall part us.”

This time Tony doesn’t bother to wipe the stream of tears away. “No one best try and object to this marriage or I’ll set the big guy on you” Nodding towards to Bruce who waves at everyone “Pepper and Steve please hand over the rings, James repeat after me- With this ring I, James, take you, Y/n, to be no other than yourself. Loving what I know of you, and trusting what I do not yet know, I will respect your integrity and have faith in your abiding love for me, through all our years, and in all that life may bring us.” Watching his lips repeat the words back your heart stills.

“Y/n repeat after me- With this ring I, Y/n, take you, James, to be no other than yourself. Loving what I know of you, and trusting what I do not yet know, I will respect your integrity and have faith in your abiding love for me, through all our years, and in all that life may bring us.”

“Do you James take Y/n to be your lawfully wedded wife?

“I do”

“Do you Y/n take James to be your lawfully wedded husband?

“I do”

“By the authority vested in me by the State of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss th-“ Bucky’s already pulling you in and kissing you before Tony’s even finished his sentence.

Everyone cheers and there’s not a dry eye around.

The rest of the night was beautiful, everyone taking it in turns to make speech’s. The first dance you two shared as husband and wife was to Stand By Me by Ben E. King.

Now two years later after that magical day your sat on the bathroom floor with Bucky by your side, staring down at the white pregnancy test.

“T-that says…”

“I’m pregnant Buck”.

~ banner credit goes to @sweetpeapod ~

[verypsbfan019]

Just me rambling #1

Note: This is a personal opinion and my interpretation of the content I have consumed from the Ghostbusters franchise until now.

I'm kind of worried about the people who dehumanize Dr. Egon Spengler just because he doesn't reciprocate Janine's feelings in Ghostbusters 1984. He's not interested on her, and that's fine. There is no need to say that he doesn't understand basic emotions, women or having a romance with Janine would have helped him to have a "human development" in order to deny his obvious absence of romantic feelings for her.

We can't forget that it's the most popular ship for Egon, with 485 fanfics on Archive of our Own, followed by Ray Stantz, Peter Venkman and the self-shipping made by several fans. In addition, it's canon in other Media types such as the cartoon adaptations and some of the comics.

My main point is, why are there people trying to justify the ship as canon in the 80's movies by using the most forced interactions that happened in the movie, novelization and original script from 1983? And even considering it as canon because of those deleted scenes? If they wanna talk about "canon couples" in the movies, they have Janine/Louis and Dana/Peter. I even saw someone calling "cringe" to the ones who ship OC x Egon Spengler because they consider Janegon as canon...

Two of my friends who also love Ghostbusters saw the interactions between Janine and Egon as one-sided, like when you are forcing someone to like you by invading their personal space and trying your best to keep the conversation going on. Even if you pay attention to Egon's facial expressions through the film, you can see he's completely indifferent. Did that make him uncapable of having relationships or understanding others? Of course not.

Harold Ramis didn't like them as a couple… Imagine making canon a couple in which one of them sees the other as "cute in an intellectual way", "absent-minded guys needed to be guided and she loved to guide", "she will take him off his shell", "she will be accepting his strange personality and odd hobbies". Would you like to be with someone who sees you like something that need to be fixed in order to be socially acceptable?

[markantonys]

speculating on a couple of tidbits from the interviews! book spoilers in my thoughts for sure, and potential show spoilers as well given that the cast has been revealing a fair amount of specific information in these interviews.

if you want to know which tidbit comes from which interview, i probably will not be able to tell you because i've been watching/reading so many of them all day haha

off the top, i might be wishful thinking, but i just keep getting the vibe that rafe & the cast lowkey know s4 is happening but just aren't allowed to say so yet. idk, just little sentences here and there where they seem to speak about next season/s4 as if it's a given and then tack on a "hopefully" "if we get renewed".

rafe said that lanfear and lews therin haven't had a scene together "YET [significant look]", so i'm hoping this means we'll get a flashback of them this season!!! whether as a cold open or as part of the rhuidean sequence. this season flirting with the idea of rand genuinely falling for and siding with lanfear makes it the perfect time to include a lanfear/lews flashback, so i think the odds are good!

he also confirmed that both lews therin and ishamael are in this season, which we already basically knew given that both actors were leaked to be returning, ishy is on the poster, and lews is a guaranteed presence every season.

various Forsaken Comments from him and natasha imply to me that we'll be meeting more than one new one this season (notably, the discussion about lanfear trying to ally with the other forsaken sounded like they were talking about more than one potential ally, and we can probably assume moggy is not included as a potential ally lanfear is courting since she made her stance clear to lanfear in s2). we already figured we'd be getting asmodean this season since it's his time to enter, and between "gaebril" confirmed as a character and leaks of a possible sammael audition script, it's definitely never been crazy to think we could get 2+ new ones this season, but still, very exciting to consider!

i may be misremembering, but i believe josha made a comment indicating that the bubble of evil mirror attack at the inn (which he confirmed involves an Evil Rand trying to kill egwene) happens *before* egwene's accepted test in the first episode. this is interesting because i'd been assuming that egwene's accepted test would be one of the first things we see after the shredding and that the bubbles of evil would be the ending climax of the first episode. if rand and egwene are hooking up or about to hook up during the bubbles of evil, then now we're looking at that being maybe midway or 2/3 through the episode instead of the very end, which potentially leaves some space for them to have some kind of Relationship Talk by the end of the first episode, whether that be an official breakup or just a not-yet-final expression of the idea that things aren't going so well between them. their connection will continue to be a focal one of the whole season, of course, but i'm curious to see how long it will take the Final Breakup to occur. will that happen early on and they're in an awkward exes-who-still-care-about-each-other phase for the rest of the season, or will they be will-they-won't-they-ing for most of the season before officially calling it quits?

rosamund mentioned that moiraine and rand are so affected by what they see in rhuidean that lan can't get through to moiraine and egwene can't get through to rand when they first return. so at the very least, egwene is still providing (or attempting to) emotional support to rand in SOME capacity by midseason (but i would expect that to be the case regardless of their official relationship status, since they continue to care about each other no matter what). feels like a potentially similar vibe to book!rand retreating into his hermit crab shell after hearing the tale of his parents post-rhuidean and not wanting to talk to anyone (besides mat sitting calmly and quietly with him all day, RIP to a great cauthor moment </3 but the show has already invented so many other great cauthor moments that i'll call it even!)

it's a shame that maddy and zoe aren't part of this round of interviews, at least so far, because i'd love to hear some randgwene insight from maddy to add color to josha's and rafe's perspectives! josha seems ready to call randgwene a fully past love whereas rafe makes it sound like a more drawn-out arc, so i don't know exactly what to expect. not mad about having mysteries left, though!

donal mentioned mat is uncontrollably spouting old tongue, which i'm guessing might be the "downside" (or one of multiple downsides?) of being the hornblower that one of this morning's interviewers referred to. i'm forgetting any other specific Mat Things of note (aside from rafe confirming that they got to do that mat-siuan TDR scene basically exactly as it is in the book), but overall i just love the way donal talks about the character, it's so clear how in tune he is with mat's emotional depth and inherent goodness and not just his Cool Guy persona that so much of the fandom sees as the main piece of his character. (i'm tired of the "mat is finally coming into his own and becoming more like himself" fan takes, if you didn't love him at his saddest wettest and most pathetic then you don't deserve him at his coolest!) ooh, something i loved was donal mentioning somewhere that mat doesn't like having people depend on him and linking that to his childhood trauma of not being able to rely on his own parents and of being parentified very young with his little sisters. not sure whether mat's backstory will actually be that relevant to his characterization this season or if donal was just psychoanalyzing mat for his own interest, but either way i love it! another great example of taking a trait that book!mat has (doesn't want responsibility) and grounding it in something more mature/relatable that makes mat seem a bit more sympathetic and a bit less flakey/irresponsible/childish. donal's repeated emphasis on mat's loyalty to his friends and wanting to be their emotional support (to the extent where he wishes his only role was Emotional Support Of Important Friends rather than being important himself) makes my heart very happy <3

marcus seems so excited for us to see faile and her relationship with perrin, and that makes me excited! it sounds like she's going to bulldoze into perrin's life as a breath of fresh air to give him a kick in the pants and jog him out of his moping ("moping" being marcus's word for it, not mine haha no one can say perrin isn't justified in moping given everything he's been through to date!). perrin and faile were always an exercise in opposites attract, but the way marcus talks about it makes it sound like the show is really committed to showing why someone so different from perrin is good for him and betters his life (and no doubt vice versa once we get to know faile and HER life more and see how perrin is good for her), which is really sweet and gets at the best of what this romance could be. he also mentioned them being aware of faile being a divisive character and isabella worrying people wouldn't like her haha don't worry girl there are lots of us in your corner!! only tasteless fools hate faile!

i'm wondering about when min might arrive. when marcus was listing out characters who are hanging out at the start of the season, he only namedropped the EF5, elayne, and aviendha, and so far we have nothing to indicate that min is involved in the tavern bonding times. that doesn't mean she isn't! since we also know there are additional characters not mentioned by marcus (bain, chiad, loial). still, i wouldn't be surprised if she doesn't show up until episode 2 or 3 in order to leave a bit more space in ep1 for all the other characters we have to catch up with. curious to see whether they'll make an effort to have her encounter rand and aviendha before they go, or if, like in cairhien in s2, they'll let her and rand be briefly in the same place without crossing paths. it wouldn't hurt to remind us that they know each other and take another step in establishing a connection, but rand has already got so many relationship dynamics new and old going on this season and he already had a good (and fairly lengthy, not to mention emotionally significant) one-on-one scene with min back in s1, so min might be lower on the list of characters who need to have Rand Time before he heads off to the waste.

there was a mention (i think by rafe) of nynaeve and elayne hunting the black ajah in the halls of the tower (in the context of them wanting to make the tower's visual ambience more spooky this season), so that must be what they're up to in the first few episodes since they don't head out to tanchico until the back half.

ceara and an interviewer made reference to elayne feeling torn between her duty to andor and to her other adventures out in the world, which further solidifies my guess that the scene of elayne putting on a crown is an IRL scene of morgase applying some pressure to her about the Weight Of The Crown during her visit to the tower. also, ceara and ayoola said that elayne and avi feel an immediate connection because they have so much in common in terms of duty etc and have more similarities than differences despite seeming to be such opposite women on the outside <3 name a more iconic duo than avirandlayne + the inherent romance of duty!

rafe confirmed there is a new shadowspawn type this season, but it isn't a draghkar. i don't remember what other kinds there are and also don't really care, so i'll leave this with you nerds (affectionate) to speculate on.

i felt josha was getting into veeeeery dangerous waters when he mentioned filming an emotional scene involving rand and moiraine that felt like they were saying goodbye, but he said that rosamund in that scene was the best acting performance he's ever seen and she was like "oh! you've never told me that" and was clearly very touched, and it was so sweet!!

god i feel like there were so many other random little tidbits that i was intrigued by, but i'm forgetting them already, which is probably for the best so that i don't know TOO much going in!

[askvectorprime]

Dear Vector Prime

How did Tyran cluster's Howlback fight Bumblebee? What kind of mission was she on?

Dear Retro Reconnaissance,

Following the battle at Half Dome, Soundwave and Bumblebee clashed several more times throughout the early ‘90s. During that time, Soundwave disguised himself as a van, and was experimenting with subtler means of manipulating human minds than direct blackmail. In Detroit, together with his Pretender partner, Doombox, he infiltrated the techno scene, promoting his shows on the nascent worldwide web, and using a combination of music, psychedelics, and hypnosis to influence the behaviour of club goers. From there, he began distributing mini-cassettes to susceptible individuals with government connections, hoping to gain access to isolated federal networks. Bumblebee was able to uncover and dismantle the scheme, thanks to the help of Dairu and Zauru—but with exception of Garboil, all of Soundwave’s minions were able to escape, amongst the dozens of tapes being copied and circulated within the subculture.

Bumblebee finally settled the score with Soundwave during the Battle of Chicago, turning the tables right as the Decepticon was about to execute him. In the aftermath, the Autobots were forced back into hiding, but Bumblebee nevertheless continued to protect humanity from the shadows. While on the road, the Autobots tracked a Decepticon energy signature to Silicon Valley. There, Doombox had leveraged his Princeton connections to get in on the ground floor of a music streaming startup, and had secured a small data centre. It turned out that, before his death, Soundwave had spent years seeding the internet with viruses, tiny shell scripts that each contained some fraction of his own programming. And in a data center at the heart of the Bay Area, industrial servers were collecting and processing petabytes of concert recordings, music reviews, playlists, listening data, mashups, and the lingering consciousness of a digital ghost. Disguised as smartphones, Howlback, Buzzsaw, and Frenzy (who had escaped Seymour Simmons’ basement after the ex-agent’s rather hasty emigration to Cuba) were able to totally control the actions of the company’s founders, and Bumblebee had no way of reaching them without breaking cover. But when it became clear that they intended to turn the entire city into a new body for their master, he convinced Ratchet to help him destroy the data using an EMP blast. It was during this altercation that Howlback fought Bumblebee one-on-one, seeking revenge for Garboil, Ravage, Laserbeak, and of course Soundwave—in her UAV mode, she had him effectively pinned down, until a reckless dive-bomb brought her within reach of his new energon axe. After that, he was able to keep Frenzy and Buzzsaw busy just long enough for Ratchet to wipe the last traces of Soundwave from existence.

Alas, this brief exposure was what ultimately allowed Cemetery Wind to track down and murder Ratchet, with Lockdown’s help. As for Doombox… well, startups come and go. With access to such a heady mix of personal data, cryptocurrency, nootropics, and warm bodies, I cannot imagine he found it difficult to steal a new identity, slip into a life that was waiting for him and his cronies. Rumor has it that they are creating new life, in Silicon Valley… a form of life designed not to live on that planet, but on the next.

[bump-inthe-night]

Based on the scripts for the first two Hazbin Hotel episodes, I can firmly say that I’m not gonna be able to watch this show because it’s awful. WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD!

-The whole reason why there's an extermination is because Lilith's singing is "empowering" demons, making their afterlife enjoyable and motivating them to fight back against Heaven, which sends exterminators to stop this from happening. Also, Lilith "disappeared" 7 years ago, and Charlie hasn't had any contact with her since. 

-The men get all the attention and the women are sidelined, only getting focus when it's about a man. Even Charlie, who's supposed to be our main character, feels like static and exists just to exist and has nothing interesting happening with her at all.

-Adam, Valentino, and Vox are too goofy to take seriously as threats, acting and speaking more like edgy teenagers than actual evil villains. Sir Pentious has lost all of his bite and is a pathetic shell of his former self.

-Angel sexually harasses Husk, who’s uncomfortable with his advances, yet we’re supposed to believe this is “chemistry” and they’re “destined” to be together. Their relationship is basically Stolitz 2.0. As for Charlie and Vaggie, their relationship is boring, and they feel more like friends than girlfriends.

-Of course, the dialogue is terrible because of the excessive swearing and sex jokes.

My expectations for this show were already on the ground since I know how awful of a writer Vivziepop is, but she managed to subvert them and strike even lower.

Hazbin Hotel is an expansive dumpster fire of a show with shitty writing and animation, all because of the "amazing" Vivziepop herself.

[hightowerqueen]

WIP Wednesday (Friday)

@nonagesimus tagged me and i. bluescreened and forgot to do this because I was, quite frankly, too preoccupied thinking about our barbies getting married. not tagging anyone else since i'm late. BUT, I do actually have something canon-adjacent for this:

an as-of-yet untitled exploration of the question "what if Bea, my illario-engaged De Riva, wasn't Rook? and what if Treviso was blighted?"

Viago's hand around Bea's wrist is like a vice. He knows she won't try to twist away from him in front of so many eyes. Knows he needs to keep her still, keep her anchored to him so she won't snap the leash and go off-script, so she won't attract the attention of the Dellamortes and make them look too closely at House De Riva, decide that she might've been involved. She wishes she had been, now. Lucanis Dellamorte orders the imprisonment of his traitor cousin, Illario, and the wild dog in Bea's chest snaps its' teeth. Illario Dellamorte is hers. She loves him, she hates him, they're the same thing in the end, they always have been. She cares little for Lucanis and the hard-eyed interloper, Rook, advising him. Cares nothing at all for the now ex-First Talon, Caterina Dellamorte, watching on impassively. That man is hers, no matter his sins. The plan is already half-formed by the time the love of her life is being lead away, so resigned to his fate and silent he's a shell of himself she doesn't recognize. - "You'd tell me if something was wrong, wouldn't you?" "Of course I would, cuore mio. Always." She can smell the lie from a mile away. She doesn't insist. - "I swear unto the maker and the Holy Andraste to love this woman the rest of my days." The ring he slides onto her finger is tarnished with age, like he's been carrying it around with him for years. The chantry is empty except for them and the officiant. The ring she puts on his finger in exchange is much the same. Heirloom for heirloom. - "I'll announce it tonight, in style, mi amor. We'll never have to hide again." She wonders about his cousin, but still doesn't ask.

[charlidos]

Common Ground

If you look at Viggo and Orlando today, they seem to have so little in common, with very different lifestyles. Viggo far away from Hollywood (geographically and mentally), Orlando still in the middle of it (geographically, at least). And since always, the big age gap.

But I've realised they have and have had more in common than you might think! So I've compiled a rather long list of some interests they share, some traits they have in common. Some of them are obvious, some are, well... not. And some seem to be a result of Orlando's hero worship of Viggo, and thus doing all things the Viggo-way.

It's a quite unserious and unscientific list.

Holding on to a character

Orlando:

I will take Legolas, and this experience in New Zealand, wherever I go. The beautiful thing about being an actor is every character you embrace, when you move on, you take part of the character with you. He's a special, special character and, or course, my first. I'm never going to let go of him.

Viggo:

You hear a lot of people saying, 'I want to get rid of that character' or 'It took me days, weeks, months, years to shed the skin of that character,' but I don't," he says. "We're all going to get old and die, and if we live long enough, we're going to forget things or lose our memories. That's just what happens in life. So why be in a hurry to forget something or undo something? Any movie or experience, I want it to be a part of me.

2. Choosing work

Orlando:

I'm always only interested in the script. But of course, I'm happy to support smaller films if I'm convinced by the script.

Viggo:

I never decide to do a project based on who is directing it, it's always the script which is important.

3. Technophobia

Obviously, this was a passing phase, until everyone had a mobile phone and a computer... Apparently, Orlando broke down his resistance at one time and got a ... Blackberry.

Orlando:

You could say I'm a technophobe. I don't have a TV, I don't read magazines, I don't have a computer and I don't have a cell phone. I am a nature-loving human being and I want to remain independent from the tools of technology, or be only minimally influenced by them. If I want to write a letter to someone, I pick up a pen and paper. I try to focus on the important things in life, on myself and my fellow human beings, my work, my friends, etc.

Viggo:

I’m sitting in a car talking on a cell. I rarely use them. In this case, I wanted to be alone and in a quiet place. The phone was dead and I’m charging it as we talk, which is why I was late. I still can’t figure out how to retrieve my messages. I didn’t have one for several years, and would call in my messages from a pay phone on the corner near my apartment. I might not check my messages for days, and I probably lost some jobs because of that. When I finally got one, I threw it out the window when it rang because the sound was so annoying. A neighbour rang my bell, asked me if it was mine, and handed it back to me. I put it in the closet under a pile of laundry, and a few days later it rang again. I didn’t like the intrusion and tossed it out the back alley.

4. Wearing necklaces

They both used to wear a whole slew of trinkets around their necks, both looking all hippie-ish and stuff.

Orlando:

I have a lot of these things with me all the time. I get given some and find others. One was a key ring that Johnny [Depp] gave me as a wrap gift for Pirates. Here's a piece of greenstone Billy Boyd gave me. I found this shell on the beach in Thailand. This is a prayer baton I got in India. I picked up this tiny silver ball in Tokyo. This is a New York City handcuff key, so if I get into any strife, I can get myself out. I think I'll hold onto that. I've always kept all these funny little things, even as a kid. But I'm trying to cut it out, become more streamlined. Otherwise it starts to feel like the things own you. These things fill up my heart. If I were ever to lose them, I'd be really devastated. Isn't that pathetic?

5. Loving nature and being alone

Orlando:

New Zealand is so green and healthy and outdoorsy and stuff so I started putting little tests on myself, like in terms of getting fit and using the environment around me. I often sit and daydream, and lose myself in that world. People around me think I'm rude, but I'm not ignoring them or anything.

Viggo:

I like to spend time alone and outdoors. I enjoy being able to just sit and observe life in the forest or by the water. I like observing and not thinking about anything. If I can't get in to the wild, I observe people in the city. I value being alone in nature even more now that my life has become so hectic.

6. Environmental friendliness

Viggo:

I have a hybrid car, the first Prius that came out on the market; it still works great. My son shares it with me. I recycle everything I can. I try not to waste natural resources or to pollute. Small things that if done every day, serve to make a better world. I’ve always liked being around plants and trees, I’ve always planted them, anywhere that I spend a little time in. The trees we plant, and the landscapes we nurture and protect for wildlife to enjoy and feel safe in, and to prevent soil erosion, is our gift to future generations. Even in cities we can take part in creating a greener, healthier environment – either by growing plants and trees or contributing financially to those that do. But there is nothing like getting your hands dirty and being physically part of the process of preparing the soil, planting, and nurturing new plant life.

Orlando:

I am going to the Oscars this year in a [Toyota] Prius. Anything I can do to bring awareness to the environment and to the fact that we need to decrease the greenhouse-gas emissions, I will do. I love the environment. I grew up in the countryside. I want my kids one day to enjoy the same environment and their kids to enjoy the same environment.

7. Commitment to politics and human rights issues

Orlando has done work for Unicef since 2007 and Viggo has always been very outspoken in issues concerning politics.

Orlando:

When I first came to Ukraine in 2016, I saw the catastrophic consequences that war has on children and families, and how basic needs such as being at school and psychosocial support are critical for children’s wellbeing. Now, with children across the entire country affected, that support is more vital than ever. Amid the chaos and uncertainty of war, supporting children’s education is an essential tool in protecting their long-term mental health and wellbeing. This is especially important during their early years, when children develop the learning and emotional skills they need to reach their full potential. Above all, children need an end to this war and sustained peace to regain their childhoods, return to normalcy and begin to heal and recover.

Viggo:

It’s not just the suffering in Ukraine. It's families in Russia; mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, who have lost loved ones just because of one man’s brutal ambition; a murderous, grotesquely corrupt person. And [Putin] will keep going. It’s like Trump. If you don’t stop them legally or otherwise why would they stop? And if they see weakness they’ll just exploit it.

8. Riding horses

Viggo famously loves horses, but Orlando has a certain love for them as well.

Orlando:

I've always loved riding and I used to hack around Canterbury as a kid. It wasn't really a pony club -- we'd just go out on horses. So I picked it up again in New Zealand and added a bit more of the style and the posture and the correct riding position. I learned to ride on around 30 different horses, and what you get from that is an understanding that each individual animal has to be treated with sensitivity so you have a mutual respect thing going.

9. Smoking

They both smoke/used to smoke cigarettes or cigars.

An unfortunate thing to have in common. I hope they have stopped.

10. Photography and art

Viggo is obviously a skilled photographer and painter and more. Orlando is also a keen photographer with an interest in art and sculpture.

Orlando:

Sculpture was my thing. I was very passionate about documentary photography too. I still like to walk around and take photographs, but it’s hard to do that if a lot of people are looking at you.

Viggo:

Photography, painting or poetry – those are just extensions of me, how I perceive things, they are my way of communicating.

11. Tattoos

The serendipity of these two tattoos, Orlando's sun and Viggo's moon, is amazing. Put there before meeting each other, in the same place on the body, only mirrored.

12. Fishing

Viggo went fishing a lot in NZ. Orlando sometimes tagged along. And then máybe goes fishing sometimes? Perhaps? Who knows?

13. Uncleanliness

Gotta love completely unfounded gossip. I'm sure they smell heavenly, at all times, shower or no shower. Just natural muskiness pouring out of their... pores.

Orlando:

"Miranda thinks Orlando is too smelly. Recently, she asked him if he could wash his clothes and perhaps shower more often." The insider claimed that Bloom "goes days without washing his clothes" when not working on a movie, adding: "He'll wear the same jeans for a week before he throws them in the washer. Same goes for his sweaters, T-shirts and socks." The Pirates of the Caribbean actor also allows his dog Sidi to share a bed with him.

Viggo:

Viggo Mortensen, who plays Aragorn in the Lord of the Rings movies, may seem fair, but according to The Sun he smells foul. The tabloid today alleges the American actor has been dumped by his girlfriend Lola Schnabel for worryingly Strider-like behaviour. Apparently he rarely washes and mysteriously disappears for long periods at a time.

14. Drinking mate

Viggo famously drinks yerba mate at all times. Orlando also drinks this. At least at one point, when this photo was taken, that's all I'm sure of.

15. Back pain

Orlando broke his back when he was 20 years old - with chronic back pain as a result. Viggo gets backaches sometimes.

Viggo:

If I wear footwear for too long I get backache. I need to be barefoot, otherwise it's agony.

Bonus: Gorgeous in make up

Also, they are both kind of gorgeous. And like make up. Sometimes. At this one particular time?

And, uhm, that's it.

Don't look so sceptical, boys! Just realise you are perfect for each other and get on with it.

[chirp-a-chirp]

The Itch: The Gift that Keeps on Giving

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Synopsis: Emma knits a sweater for her consort, but it’s REALLY itchy. How do the consorts react to wearing the sweater? Enjoy the cursed Gil photo and crack post 😆

Consorts: Jin, Rio, Clavis, Chevalier, Silvio, Gilbert, Leon

…

Jin

Does Jin REALLY need an excuse to strip?

“Hey, if you want to see me in the buff sweetheart, why didn’t you say so?” Jin whips the sweater straight off.

“JIN WE’RE IN THE PALACE GARDENS!” Emma’s eyes widen as Jin tosses the sweater on the ground. She barely notices the red welts underneath his tanned muscles.

“Not for long we’re not.” Jin grins, carrying Emma princess style as he walks towards his room.

Later that night (much later), Jin goes to retrieve the sweater from the gardens but can’t find it. Rumor has it that the stray dogs from Jin’s route made a reappearance and ran off with the sweater*

*Seriously, read chapter 9 of Jin’s route. A dog steals his clothes. Among the funniest scenes in ikemen EVER.

Rio

You will not be able to pry this sweater away from Rio. EVER. “My Mistress made this just for me! Each itch is like a scratchy hug!”

But there’s a problem. Rio won’t take it off. It’s been two weeks and he’s STILL wearing it. And the sweater’s starting to smell.

Sariel stages an intervention, forcing Rio to wash it. “No problem boss-man!” Rio bathes…while wearing the sweater.

Nokto comes up with another solution—Emma knitting Rio more sweaters.

Congrats Emma. You are now knitting Rio clothes for the rest of your life.

Clavis

Clavis is so happy to have a tangible sign of Emma’s love. SO HAPPY. Doesn’t want to take it off.

Unlike with Rio, Sariel doesn’t stage an intervention. Because Clavis invents a soothing gel so he can wear the sweater. But he has to apply so much of it that there’s a trail of gloopy gel throughout the palace—perfect for Sariel to track Clavis’s movements.

Clavis learns to knit to support Emma. He knits a purple scarf with the phrase “#1 Accomplice” on it in gold script.

Unfortunately, Clavis’s C’s look like S���s and most of his letters are illegible. So “#1 Accomplice” looks more like “#1 Ass” with a bunch of squiggly lines next to it.

When Emma wears Clavis’s scarf, at least once a day she hears a variant of “I thought Clavis was a leg man?”

Chevalier

Emma and Chevalier have been reading a series of popular romance books. The heroine knits a sweater for beloved and Emma is inspired.

For a week, Emma spends what time she WOULD have been reading with Chev knitting his sweater. She then enters his private library, sweater in hand, and sees Chev sitting, staring contemplatively in his lap. “I made you this swea—“

“I am not wearing that.” Chevalier’s eyes flicker to Emma. “My eyes itch by merely looking at it.”

“Oh, I’m sorry I’ll—“ Emma’s words are cut off as Chevalier places her in his lap. He reaches towards a corner table and picks up the same book they were last reading. Emma notices a bookmark within the novel. “You waited for me to resume reading?” Chevalier nods. “Of course simpleton.”

When Chevalier and Emma finish the book series, Chevalier places the book series and the sweater in a glass display case in his library.

Silvio

Emma knits matching blue and cream colored sweaters. It isn’t cold often in Benoite, so she wants Silvio to wear it when she’s wearing hers as often as he can.

Silvio…has opinions on this. “WHA? YOU GOTTA BE JOKING! I can buy ya ALL the sweaters instead of wearing this thing!” Silvio scratches his arms furiously through the sleeves.

“But I incorporated the seashells from our anniversary in them…” Emma looks mildly dejected. She’d crushed some of the shells into a powder to make the sweaters look like a beach scene.

“THATS why my back is scraped up?! Cause of damn barnacles?!”

Emma’s face turns red. “Well I’m sorry!”

Silvio’s face turns a brighter shade of red. “Hey, don’t get mad at ME! Wait, wait stop ya crying! I’m wearing it, I’m wearing it!”

Gilbert

Emma knits a GIANT oversized sweater for Gilbert. It’s big enough to fit two people to hide sweets in it. And it has a giant pocket on the front to hold even MORE sweets.

Big mistake Emma.

Gilbert now insists on having Emma wear the sweater WITH him in it. That’s why she made it so big, right?

And Emma of course has to bake all those cookies for Gilbert. While wearing the sweater (and Gilbert).

“I hope you bake quickly little rabbit. I’m quite hungry.” Gilbert bites Emma’s neck.

Which produces more red marks on Emma—the itchy sweater or Gilbert?

Leon

Leon really appreciates the love that went into its creation. He wears it with more pride when he learns the wool was procured from a Rhodolite shop. Gushes to EVERYONE about Emma’s knitting skills if given a chance.

But secretly, the man suffers. His shoulders twitch with tiny little itches. Surely it’s the tag that’s itchy, right? (No Leon, there’s no tag with the sweater.) Or maybe it’s his cloak that’s making him itch? (No Leon, you left your cloak at the palace to show off the sweater…).

Emma notices Leon looking uncomfortable. The man denies it, not wanting Emma to feel guilty. The MOMENT Emma leaves his sight though, Leon is scratching like THIS:

Emma realizes Leon’s suffering when she sees his neck is red. “Ok, that’s it! I’m taking this sweater off you now!”

“Oh? Well, if you wanna strip me THAT badly, that’s fine by me.” Leon smirks.

[mhevarujta]

Do you think that Orlok and Ellen are together in the afterlife?

I mean, people can believe that Ellen and Orlok are together in the afterlife all they want, but it's an interpretation and not actual canon.

If Eggers had written them to be together, I'm pretty sure that he wouldn't have emphasized Ellen's reckoning and victory in the script or her last look of love with Thomas even as she holds a dead Orlok. Neither does this wording sound like they have found peace together:

Orlok is now an empty shell. ELLEN’S face is calm, beatific. Finally at peace.

Even as they've died together, Orlok's fate and Ellen finding peace are worded as two distinct things. Why not say that they're both beatific and at peace? The answer of course is that this was probably never the intention.

[nixcraft]

Running 26 Linux distributions as containers. How much RAM do you think it will consume? The answer might surprise you, my friends. Just 1.2Gi RAM used on the freshly rebooted machine. Of course, this is a test lab running Ubuntu fully patched 22.04 LTS. But you get the gist. This stuff is born for enterprise workload. Here is how to set up a lab using shell script for fun and profit

-> Shell script to set up an LXD / Incus (Linux Containers) lab for testing purpose

[cure-orchid]

So I know the show recently ended, but I ended up binging through TGAMM and loved it! The Ghost Friends are all mood and the Mollie ship is adorable. Then I learned about the Chairman Ollie arc for the scrapped third season and IT WOULD HAVE BEEN SO COOL TO SEE!

I ended up writing down how I would imagine the story arc going down, and I headcanon that several of the planned season 3 eps (minus the ones that would clash with the finale) happened between JVTHM and The End (Ollie knowing about the wraith memory loss and how he says it could have hinted that it already occurred.)

My Chairman Ollie plotline: It starts with what was outlined in the already written scripts, and Ollie keeps spending more and more time in the Ghost World rather than on Earth. He’s becoming a little more forgetful as the episodes pass and has noticeable headaches. Things like his parents having a Root Beer Bar or the plot of the latest Country Pumpkin movie seem to surprise him when he should already know about them.

He’s missed a few dates with Molly and slipping on schoolwork so she takes an episode trying to talk to him at school but he keeps getting pulled away to fix something as the Chairman. The episode would really drive in how his human memories are failing even when he reconnects with his body and there’s a whole musical number on how Molly feels he’s growing distant. She finally catches up to him in the end and he looks partway between normal and being an empty shell(his hair is even losing the swoop!). She asks him out for ice cream but then we get a wham line “Sure, but… who are you?” Molly’s heart literally breaks as she discovers Ollie has lost all memory of her. He excuses himself and leaves Molly crying with Scratch and Libby coming to console her.

Next episode the remaining Ghost Friends are trying to figure out what’s wrong with him when June comes to Molly’s house trying not to panic. Ollie’s shell came home yesterday but not his wraith and he’s still not back. Molly, Libby and Darryl go to the Chen’s while Scratch goes to the Ghost World to see what’s keeping him. He finds Ollie still obsessively trying to engoodify the Ghost World and his orange glow is much more faded. Worse, when Scratch calls him by his name he asks who Ollie is. Libby manages to discover a page in her pop-up book that was stuck to another and reveals wraiths can lose their memories the longer they spend away from their body and without the will to live they cannot fully rejoin the two halves. Scratch arrives and with all they know they make a plan. Molly, Scratch and the Chen’s go to the Ghost World while Darryl and Libby keep an eye on their bodies. They get to Ollie and he doesn’t recognize anyone but Scratch, but has no emotional attachment to him. Big musical number as they all try to help Ollie remember but it doesn’t work. Everyone is devastated and it seems like Ollie might be gone forever.

Molly doesn’t give up, she pulls down his hood and cups his face, (this is where the drawing is) telling Ollie that she loves him and gives him their first kiss. Her yellow sparks course through him and his orange glow regains it’s color… and he regains his memories. When they pull away, Olly says her name and he’s pulled into a group hug as he says everyone’s names. He leaves the robe and hurries back into his body. A few hours later it’s just him, Molly and Scratch when the ghost council arrives. I haven’t come up with what happens to the robe but Ollie does relinquish his title as chairman and Scratch pulls the council away. Now alone, Ollie didn’t get to say it back in the ghost world, but he loves Molly too. They have another kiss and lean their foreheads together afterwards… and then Scratch comes back complaining that they already sucked faces once today already.

Update 5/27: Yep, I’m turning this into a fanfic. I said I wouldn’t but I got the inspiration on how to do it! It’s called ‘Record of an Engoodifier’

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