#so he can do right by his human professor uncle :)

[fauvester]

uncle professor obrien is trying his best, god damn it

[ains-disco-spam]

Thoughts on Lena

The first time I played through Disco Elysium, I talked to Lena right after Kim joined my party and immediately got the dialogue option where she says something racist.

Because of that, I was iffy on her from the beginning. But I’ve seen a lot of people say that they actually didn’t know about this dialogue or that they didn’t get it on their playthrough. Whenever I see this dialogue mentioned, there are always a lot of people saying how disappointed they are that she would say something like that because she seems like a nice old lady.

I think that this moment is actually one of the most important depictions of racism in the game. Besides this one instance, Lena is friendly toward you and Kim. If you call her out on the implication that Seolites are a different species than her and Harry, she basically says that being a different species isn't a bad thing because white people have earwax that smells and Seolites don't.

The whole interaction is such a small moment within the game, and a small part of her character. It’s so easy to miss. And that is exactly how racism works.

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been talking to an older person who seems kind and then all of a sudden they say something extremely bigoted out of the blue. I actually got the idea to write this after the nice old lady who is a custodian at my job said something transphobic in front of me and it totally broke my heart.

It’s easy to condemn a cross-burning KKK member or a homophobic preacher who says that all LGBTQ+ people will burn in hell. It’s a lot harder for people to condemn bigotry when it comes from people that they otherwise see as kind.

But most bigots are not like Gary the Cryptofascist or Measurehead. Most of them are like Lena. They are the uncles who think that “if people just cooperated with the police then they wouldn’t be shot.” They are the classmates who make fun of the professor’s accent. They are docile old ladies who think that Seolites are not as human as white people are.

And that makes it harder for people to see the bigotry within themselves. People can easily tell themselves things like “I don’t want all trans people to die, so I’m not transphobic. I’m just worried for the children.” When the media only portrays bigotry in its most extreme forms, it is hard to see that being a little bit racist is still being racist.

And this is even more interesting because of her and Morrell’s friendship with Gary. He is a self-proclaimed fascist with an extensive collection of racist mugs, but Lena and Morrell still keep him around, presumably because they are willing to overlook his “differing political opinions” because they think that he is a good person in other ways. And because his fascist ideas do not affect people that look like them.

So yeah, I want to see more people talking about how fascinating Lena and Morrell are as depictions of racism in Disco Elysium.

[goodluckclove]

I've been meaning to say something. (100 follower hot take)

Hey! Thanks for stopping by. I hope you've had a nice day. Why don't you rest with me for a while? I made some chocolate chip cookies - with shortening instead of butter, so they're very soft and very chocolatey. I made way too many and they aren't my wife's favorite, so I could use some help in eating them.

You're probably a writer, right? Or maybe you think about how you could be. Browse the tags here, or on other social media platforms. Maybe you used to write stories as a kid. I bet those were fun. Teachers might've thought they were impressive, or they dissected them line by line until the words didn't make sense in your head anymore. Either way, if you're here you're probably here for a reason.

(rant alert)

I dipped a toe in online writing communities on and off. My last attempt was forty-five minutes scrolling through the writing hashtag on Youtube Shorts (so TikTok, I guess? I don't know). I didn't like it. I really didn't. The thing that sticks out the strongest in my mind is one particular video where a woman claims that every story needs a second act plot twist.

Huh? Every story? All of them? Why? Since when? Who are you? What qualifications do you have to make a statement like that?

That's the common thread that makes a lot of writing spaces very uncomfortable for me. Successful writers are really only successful in their genre and for the given moment, so they don't have that much objective authority in the craft. And yet I see a lot of people deciding the things that you can't do in writing. Or the things you have to do, and how you have to do them. It was so much of Writeblr at first glance that I almost dipped out once again. I didn't, though, and I'm glad I didn't because now I get to watch some of the next great storytellers from across the world grow and examine and forge their way forward.

No one can teach you how to write. No, that's not true. Teachers teach literacy. Handwriting. Typing maybe - do schools still teach typing? Let me try saying it in a different way - no one, not one single person on this goddamned planet, has the right to tell you how to make a story.

I was supposed to get my MFA in creative writing before my first breakdown. My uncle stayed in the program I was meant to be in, and a few years after I dropped out he graduated. Recently I had the thought to look up his thesis novella, and as I searched I found myself regretting my decision to leave school. If I stayed and got to develop my writing in an actual class, with other writers and a knowledgeable professor, how much further along would I be than where I am right now?

It was bad. His novella was terrible. It was so bad I had a small existential crisis for, like, three days. He spent so much money on years and years of professional education and came out with a truly soulless story that read as if you prompted an AI to write the next Great American Novel. So if you think you need a writing degree to be a legitimate author, it could help connections-wise, but it ultimately won't be the thing that does the work for you.

Not all advice I see online on writing is bad. I find the people who are able to capture the "I" statements of therapy and phrase advice as things that have worked for them, or things that they personally enjoy, to be fine. Some writing advice can spark inspiration.

But if someone is the type of person to boil every story down to troupes and cliches, and then immediately say that every story that uses the trait they don't like is automatically bad for everyone? I'm dropping the kindness for a second - that's trash. That's a trash take and I see far too many writers use it as a reason to stop before they begin.

I don't like whump. I say my reasons in previous posts if you go back through my blog. But you will never hear me say that any story with whump in it is bad, because I don't know that. You might prove me wrong. I am an adult human being and I have the humility to admit that I can like something I didn't expect to. I genuinely enjoy the direction of The Human Centipede (only the first one) and if you cringed just now that probably means you haven't seen it.

There are so many types of books and movies and plays and comics out there. To enjoy a specific genre is fine, to ignore the existence of everything else is a really, really, really odd thing to do. Maybe someone will hate your story because they think everything should be Neil Gaiman, and therefore have no way to understand your epistolary high-Western. You are not the wrong end of that situation just for existing.

And at there is a definite threshold on how many writing tips you can gather before they stop being useful. If you find them interesting, that's one thing. That's fine. But if the culture of creativity online has made you feel like you need to educate yourself on every possible angle before you can write a story, you are actively harming yourself.

Imagine taking the level of structure you put on yourself in that way and putting it on children playing pretend in the backyard. Oh, Susie, don't you know that it's overdone for your Kitsune have dead parents? Xyler, shouldn't you ask someone else before you decide how Spiderman would react to this? It would make no sense and they do not need it. Kids will make a whole world out of nothing and it's the most fucked thing in my heart that at some point they get access to Reddit and dipshits start insisting that's wrong.

They aren't wrong and you aren't either. Your favorite creative influencer can't tell you your story, strangers on the internet can't tell you your story, your teachers and loved ones can't tell you your story. They can influence it, but they can't write it honestly the way you can.

You do that. That's the thing you do.

Man that makes me upset. I can't tell you how to make a story, either. If anyone sends me asks for writing advice the most I'll do is say what I've done before hopping into your DMs and starting a direct conversation. it's so personal to each individual artist, and I'd like to think that the people selling these classes and software and promoting these platforms haven't thought about that before. Otherwise it does feel manipulative. If you have a willingness to practice and imagine and really experiment with the possibilities, you are ready to write your story.

And if it doesn't work? Try again. That's what you do.

Stephen King has written roughly a thousand books and maybe five of them have decent endings. He is unimaginably successful.

I'm rambling now. I think I got that out of my system. I was really worried to say this out of fear of being too weird or somehow reverse-gatekeeping so hard that it circles back into also being a bad thing. I've just spoken to a lot of people who I still think of throughout my day, and I truly ache for them to get past the fear of creation. Because it's worth it. It's worth it and it's fun, even when it's messy and you're tired.

Let it Be just came on. Beatles. I haven't listened to The Beatles in a long time. Feels a little apropos.

I love you, reader. Reader, Writer, Colleague. Take care of yourself. Especially the little you, still sitting there in the backyard of your soul, bathing in the sun with their bare feet in the damp earth.

Consider joining them, maybe.

[syrupfog]

Law thinks he has it figured out. 

That scrawny kid who just wandered into the university’s yearly flu vaccine clinic Law was manning and just DECIDED that Law was his new best friend— Luffy, he said his name was. Monkey D. Luffy, as if anyone could take that name seriously.

Law thinks he’s figured it out, though. How Luffy CHOOSES the people he does, and adds them to his group. 

(not that Law is IN his group, absolutely not). 

Sanji’s the most obvious one. He’s INCREDIBLY useful, no one could deny that. He cooks obscene amounts of food for everyone.

Nami, too, feels like a given. She has CONNECTIONS, knows how to use them, keeps records and receipts and organizes all the parties that Luffy spontaneously seems to decide on. She’s the brains. 

Zoro Law struggled with at first, the man seems to just think about swords—

but seeing them out in public, Law realizes he’s like a human guard dog, leering over Luffy’s shoulder at anyone who disagrees. Chopper seems a little young— is the kid even in undergrad?— but he’s first aid trained and Law’s seen him put it to use on numerous occasions already.

Now Nico Robin— how on EARTH Luffy managed to make friends with the youngest tenured professor GLU has ever had is beyond Law, but she has connections in academia the way Nami does on the streets. Law would bet money that Robin’s the only reason Luffy is still enrolled.

Usopp’s an odd one, but he’s… well, funny might not be exactly the right word. Entertaining. And more importantly can fix anyone’s computer or phone within an hour. He adds weird features when he does, but his work is solid.

Franky is a GIVEN, he’s the one with the converted old double decker bus — Law didn’t think they even HAD those here — and auto garage. Luffy says the word and he’ll fix anyone’s car free of charge. It’s ridiculous what Luffy can get people to do.

Brook is also obvious. Most famous musician this side of the East Blue, how on EARTH did Luffy meet him? Regardless, the man’s surely a millionaire slumming it with the rest of them for the chance to play what he wants to play and be appreciated for it

Jinbei was confusing until Law learned how they met — that protest that Luffy (along with half his crew) were arrested at last semester. Professor Emeritus in the law department, he was once famous for organizing protests around campus, and eagerly bailed them all out.

So, Law’s figured it out. As much as Luffy SEEMS like a carefree brainless soul, he’s been strategic from the very first step, surrounding himself with everyone he needs to stay on top. He’s incredibly devious, honestly, Law’s almost intimidated.

He also knows that this means he doesn’t have a place among them. 

As much as he’s always planned on being a surgeon, things just don’t work out sometimes. Like when your adopted uncle frames your adopted father for tax fraud and make it look like HE’S a millionaire—

Meaning you suddenly end up with a dad in jail AND getting rejected for FAFSA. No money, no loans, one single scholarship that Law’s about to be dropped from. Sorry Luffy, you’re going to have to find a surgeon somewhere else. Chopper will be good enough, surely.

He tries to separate himself from Luffy, but that’s easier said than done, as Luffy sticks to him like glue when they’re in the same place. The man’s incorrigible, impossible, guileless, brazen… 

Law ends up yelling at him in the middle of a party thrown at Jinbei’s house.

Shouts that he’s dropping out, failing, not going to live up to whatever role Luffy’s recruited him to fill. Tells him to find another surgeon, they’re a dime a dozen on med campus anyway. Storms out before he does something dumb like tear up.

Oddly enough it’s Usopp who follows him. 

He sits down next to Law, looking stiff and uncomfortable, and declares that he “knows what Law’s going through”, which feels, well, patently untrue. 

“I did this like a year ago,” Usopp says. “Tried to tell him to drop me.”

They’re sitting on the curb. Law scrunches grass between his fingers and stares at the road. 

“I had a car,” Usopp says. “She was BEAUTIFUL. Best car you’ve ever seen. Two hundred miles to the gallon and ran on French fry grease.” 

Ah, this is one of those stories.

Usopp deflates. “Then she died,” he says. “We’d just met Franky and he told me she was beyond repair. Then he offered up that bus he has, replacing her before she was even in the ground yet! And like, I’m not going to say he was replacing ME, but like—“

Law nods. 

“It’s not like I had a lot going for me anyway,” Usopp says. “Not compared to Nami or Sanji or Chopper. I thought I was just lucky Luffy found me early, when his standards were lower.” He laughs, but there’s no joy behind it.

“Anyway,” he picks at the laces of his shoes. “That car’s at the bottom of a lake now, may she rest in peace. And after I tried to pull what you just pulled, Luffy really fucking let me have it.” He ducks his head. “Told me I was being fucking stupid, and he was right.”

He glances up at the sky and Law watches, a queasy feeling in the base of his stomach. 

“Turns out,” Usopp says after a long pause, “Luffy really does just choose people he likes.” He sighs. “You’re just lucky, actually, because I don’t think he’s liked anyone as much as you.”

Law grimaces. He doesn’t FEEL lucky. 

Usopp, taking his queue, stands up. “The sooner you admit what you’re dealing with, though, the more he’s able to help.” 

Then he leaves Law alone. 

And Law… finds he doesn’t want to BE alone.

He slinks back into the party maybe twenty minutes later. It’s chill. Brook is taking song requests. Sanji is handing out grilled halloumi. 

Luffy immediately walks up to him. “Why didn’t you TELL ME,” he asks, indignant. 

“What, that my life is a mess?”

“Everyone’s life is a mess, silly,” Luffy says. “But we can HELP, duh.” 

“I think even YOU can’t keep me from getting kicked out of GLU,” Law says. 

“No,” Luffy agrees. “But HE can.” 

He points to Jinbei, sitting at an old yellowed desktop computer in the corner.

“I have friends in the law department who haven’t retired yet,” Jinbei says. He has small spectacles perched on his nose. “They know people. Sending a few emails now.” 

Chopper walks up to the two of them, looking shy. “I can help you study,” he says. “N-not that you need it!”

Nico Robin comes over, cocktails in each hand, pushing one of them into his. “Student services is accommodating,” she says. “If you know who to ask.” 

“YOW!” Shouts Franky from the couch. “And I just hacked their system and changed your grades!” 

Law chokes on his drink.

“SEE?” Luffy huffs, crossing his arms. “It’s FINE. You freaked out for nothing!” 

Law squints at him. “And if it’s not fine, Luffy-ya? If none of this helps and I still fail out of school?” 

Luffy purses his lips. “Duh, then you can just come live with me.“

He looks incredibly petulant. “It’s not like I like you BECAUSE you’re a surgeon. I like you because I asked for two of every shot and you said I’d have to choose a fake name instead of telling me no!” 

Ah. He did do that, didn’t he.

“And anyway, *i* don’t have a degree and I’m fine!” 

“You’re GETTING one,” Law points out. 

Luffy looks at him like he’s lost it. “I attend classes because they’re fun,” he says. “I don’t even have a high school degree, I don’t care about that stuff.” 

…huh.

“Now come on,” Luffy says, wrapping small boney fingers around Law’s wrist. Zoro’s going to play snooker with me and I need you to watch to make sure he doesn’t cheat, because I don’t know the rules.” 

And Law follows him. 

And follows him. 

And follows him.

And when he starts his next semester with his dad out of jail because Jinbei’s connections are honestly a little scary, and when he doesn’t sleep for three days in a row during finals week, and when he gets into the exact fellowship he wants, working under Marco himself—

Law follows Luffy. 

Because nothing else makes sense. 

Law hasn’t figured Luffy out at all But he’s figured everyone else out. Understands the magnetism they’re all drawn to. 

And when he falls into bed with Luffy at the end of long days and weeks, He knows he’s the lucky one.

[tanoraqui]

the thing is... JK Rowling did write the books. She certainly did write the books, which was the pivotal first step.

However, here is an incomplete list of people who meant more to my experience of reading and enjoying the Harry Potter books than JKR ever did:

My grandmother, who read them because she loved to read and because she wanted to understand what the hell her granddaughter - whom she'd recently moved 3,000 in part to live near - spent 90% of her time talking about; who passed away this past fall.

My other grandmother, who read them for more or less the same reason except without the cross-country move; who passed away in 2014. It was in her honor that I bought the current set of books I own.

The uncle-shaped family friend who always listened to me expound on my latest theories for the next book, and told me his own like an equal in intellectual debate

That one writer on Mugglenet's fanfiction archive who wrote a crack soap opera fic in which Professor McGonagall got pregnant from Crookshanks, and the children were cat-human hybrids whom they called "kiddens." That haunts me to this day.

Honestly, collectively every single person who wrote content, be it recordkeeping, fic, or analysis, for MuggleNet circa 2005-2008. Some people spent their internet-childhoods on Neopets or Club Penguin; I read every single page on MuggleNet.com.

The summer camp counselor who'd read HBP when I hadn't yet, and who responded to my positively tsundere attitude toward spoilers by telling me straight-faced that Harry started dating Luna [not Ginny]. A) The fucking audacity! she lied right to my annoying 10yo face! B) I got to experience the giddiness of finding out what happened twice, once then and again later when I read the book! Thank you, Natalie(?) from Y-Camp!

The two friends with whom I went to the DH midnight release party at my local secondhand bookstore, in closet cosplay. We were all in the first 5 people to get our books, and we promptly started reading them while standing outside the bookstore, in the light coming through the front window. 1 of them was parentally required to go to bed but the other and I stayed up all night reading, until we finished the books sometime mid-morning.

My dad, specifically when he (still) tells the story of having to make a "walk of shame" (his words) back to the bookstore the next afternoon, to ask if they had the broom we'd accidentally left behind.

The tourists from America, England, France and China who were all waiting in line at the Platform 9 3/4 overpriced photo op in King's Cross Station the same time I was, in the summer of 2013, which unironically made me feel more spiritually connected with humanity as a whole than possibly any other experience in my life. Like, this is embarrassing. It's a pure tourist trap. Yet people from LITERALLY all around the world had all made the same journey I had to be there, just because we all loved the same books. and that's...really special.

...you know? So, JKR is doing real harm to the trans community now, and will continue to do more and maybe even worse in the future; and I am so, so sympathetic and angry about that. I have no intention of giving her money or any other support ever again, nor of encouraging anyone else to do so.

But all her present vitriol is only drops in the lake of my warm memories. I don't let them give me a falsely rosy view of her, but nor will I let her poison them. And I encourage others to let themselves find the same balance, if they can.

[fallenrocket]

Do you think Fourteen knows about the companion support group? Did someone mention it at UNIT, and Donna or Rose let it slip? Did Mel say something about Jo or Ian or Graham?

I can't imagine how he'd react to knowing his old friends have to lean on each other to cope with life after the TARDIS. We know how the Doctor takes on guilt for themselves, and this wouldn't be the first time the Doctor's worried that they "ruin" their companions.

But if there were ever a time and ever a Doctor to hear a hard thing like this, it's now. Mel could tell him that it can be difficult to hear what the others share sometimes, but that there's also a lot of laughter and joy as they reminisce about their adventures. That he'd be so proud to hear what they've all made of themselves, how they've used their experiences and talents to help others on Earth. And Donna could give him an affectionate smack and remind him that he made her life better in every way, so he'd better stop this talk about ruining people right this second.

I think it'd be good for him, and for them, to see each other. This is the Doctor's "rehab," after all. But I can't really picture him going to the group. That doesn't feel right. The group is about the Doctor, but it's for the companions. It's their personal space to share what happened to them and how they feel about it, and I don't think it's a place for him to intrude.

But separately, in private, I think it could be so good for all of them. I imagine Tegan starting out with a cold shoulder but gradually dissolve into laughter as they remember all the times he failed to get her back to Heathrow. I imagine him telling Ian (and Barbara!) that Earth is his adopted home, and that it's because that gave him such a sparkling introduction to humanity. I imagine him helping Graham practice with the psychic paper and getting together with him and Ryan. I imagine Ace teasing him by making him apologize for one wild Machiavellian thing he did every time she sees him, and I imagine the ache inside him healing a tiny bit every time she calls him "Professor." I imagine him asking Dan to tell him about everything he, Yaz, and Jericho got up to while they were displaced in time. I imagine him laughing and dancing and gardening with Jo before they go to protest rallies together. I imagine him gently talking to Yaz about the Timeless Child and why she hadn't felt ready to tell Yaz about it yet.

And then, what else? More secret day trips in the TARDIS, or just visits for the companions to see the TARDIS again? Does Rose acquire a lot more "mad aunties and uncles" who come round for tea? Donna is very clearly Fourteen's person, and I love that for both of them. But theirs isn't a possessive love--going all the way back to when Donna met Martha--so I also love the idea of the Doctor's family getting even bigger.

[foolishlovers]

Could you do a collection of found family fic recs??? 👀 or maybe a rare pair collection??

here are some good omens found family fic recs:

An Angel's Wrath (or At Least He's Trying) by Mysti_Gayle (G, 1k) Adam hated knowing that he had caused them so much stress this evening, particularly Aziraphale, whom he greatly admired for his kindness. Now, he had felt like he had taken advantage of that, and the guilt crushed him.

Four-Letter Accusations by Pink_October_Bones (G, 1k) Warlock has a suspicion that Nanny might not be as loveless as she likes to claim.

Never Have I Ever (Been Myself) by FeralTuxedo (M, 28k) Aziraphale Fell, BAFTA-winning actor of stage and screen, is bored. Bored of playing middle-aged divorcees in dull BBC dramas. Bored of answering the same questions on chat shows and breakfast television. Bored of keeping the real him hidden away. So when the opportunity presents itself to collaborate with up-and-coming rock band Witching Hour, he takes it, against his own common sense and the condescending advice of his agent. Witching Hour’s mysterious guitarist Crowley, flame-haired, moody, and a good fifteen years his junior, certainly seems worth the risk. A human actor/rock star AU.

search terms by Vagabond (M, 43k) Aziraphale expects it to be a quiet night working in the university library when a flashy red haired, foul mouthed, panicking student needs to find credible sources for his paper and can't figure out how to use the search. Little does Aziraphale know that meeting Crowley will lead him on a path to self-discovery, and give him the family he didn't realize he needed.   From a prompt on tumblr: College AU - You’re REALLY GOOD at using the right search terms for the academic databases and I’m on a deadline.

Loving You Slow by TawnyOwl95 (E, 46k) Crowley just wants to dance, but he's not prepared to sell his soul (and other things) at Mayfair's Hellfire Club to do it. Tending bar at The Bookshop in Soho is just the escape he needs, providing Crowley can convince the club’s owner he really belongs on the stage. Unfortunately Aziraphale Eastgate is not quite the generous guardian angel Crowley has been led to believe. Welcome to The Bookshop, where it always pays to look under the covers.

It never hurts to keep looking for sunshine by Dervila, elf_on_the_shelf (E, 63k) After Adam's parents die in a car crash, Aziraphale is forced to start taking care of him as more than just an uncle. Don't get him wrong, he loves the little devil, it's just that he is completely clueless and could rather use some help. In comes Crowley, Adam's new nursery school teacher with his amazing skills in dealing with kids. Could he be the answer to all of Aziraphale's prayers - Adam-related and otherwise? Well, it looks like he might be just that, judging by the weird things Aziraphale's heart seems to be doing whenever he sets eyes on the man. Now, if only the tall ginger returned his feelings…

Golden Handcuffs by seekwill (E, 70k) Far from any city, near the Scottish coast, Tadfield College has a celebrated history, an unrivaled academic reputation, and two departments at war. When the Biology and English departments are forced to share a building, Senior Lecturer and botanist Anthony Crowley finds himself drawn into the orbit of the polite but strange English professor, Dr. Aziraphale Fell. As the new term begins, two academics navigate the politics of both their offices and academia, and try to solve the puzzle of one another.

Barriers, and the Breaking Thereof by Cardinal_Daughter (M, 71k) Ezra Fell has long been comfortable in his loneliness. He’s content to simply run the Soho Public Library and otherwise keep to himself. However, when a handsome stranger bursts in one evening with a baby, frantic and in need of help, Ezra finds those carefully constructed barriers he’s long maintained begin to crack. Perhaps it’s time to let them fall. Human AU. Complete.

The Sometimes Wife by AgentStannerShipper (E, 74k) It is a truth universally acknowledged that older brothers are the worst. As the youngest of three children, Parson Aziraphale Fell has been given an ultimatum: find a wife, or lose the family's support. The only problem? Aziraphale has never looked at a woman that way in his life. His attention has instead been captured by the family gardener, a beautiful young man who holds Aziraphale's heart in his hands. But when a mysterious newcomer arrives in the village, Aziraphale finds himself falling - quite unexpectedly - for her as well. Aziraphale knows he will have to choose. After all, it's not as if he can have both…can he?

What We Make of It (Shotgun Wedding) by charlottemadison (E, 213k) The important thing, Crowley tells himself -- the most important thing -- is Adam, his brilliant, creative, empathetic nephew. Being fourteen's hard enough; the kid didn't ask to deal with the weight of the world on top of it. And if taking care of Adam means Crowley has to tough it out at a job he can’t stand, so be it. And if Crowley's job means that Adam’s charming English teacher is NOT a romantic possibility, well, that's just how things go. But the occasional drink with Aziraphale proves hard to resist. They frequent the same pub, so who can object to them saying hello? Briefly sharing a table? Perhaps a little conversation? The painful knowledge that it can’t be anything more -- not without somebody getting fired or sued or both -- well, that can't be helped. Until Crowley stumbles onto a terribly reckless idea…

i also love writing found family fics myself:

The Anon Before Christmas by foolishlovers (E, 66k) When Crowley’s friend, blogging buddy and business partner Anathema announces her annual Secret Santa Exchange on Tumblr, she is very adamant Crowley should join this year. The old-fashioned (but admittedly compassionate) man he gets assigned to send anonymous messages to every day until Christmas sounds awfully similar to the fussy bookseller that his friends adore, yet Crowley tries to avoid at all costs. But surely his friends would have mentioned if Aziraphale had taken an interest in the Bad Omens fandom as well… right? Or: An Enemies to Lovers Secret Santa Tumblr AU.

Tales of Turning Pages by foolishlovers (E, 73k) Every Tuesday, aspiring romance novelist Anthony J. Crowley pays a visit to his local library and the charming angel working there. Every Tuesday, Aziraphale Fell finds himself more and more intrigued by the curious stranger who turns his orderly life as a small-town librarian upside down.

Wild Hearts by foolishlovers (E, 56k+, WIP) In the idyllic English countryside, far from the hustle and bustle of the big city, two teachers at Willowbrook Hall set out to transform their students’ lives through the world of theatre. But for Mr. Crowley, the challenge of navigating his long hidden feelings and dear friendship with Mr. Fell may prove to be the greatest drama of all.

[letters-from-dekarios]

(A letter arrives by way of a Quickling, a tiny fey creature commonly used as messengers in the Feywild)

My darling husband, my guiding wind, first in my heart,

If you ever leave me to deal with my family alone again I will lock you out of your library for a month!

I understand midterms at the academy are nearly upon us but I am certain your assistant could manage long enough for you to join me at this reunion so that I am not left to suffer my mother's attentions alone.

Speaking of, I have included the recipe you wished to ask from her, and I will bring some of the more exotic ingredients home with me when I return.

Further, your absence has utterly devastated Mallory, who has been demanding her "Uncle Gale" no less than 6 times a day. How utterly cruel of you. She has very much wanted to show you her new magic trick, which I assure you is very adorable. No spiders involved this time.

To say nothing of how deeply I miss you, my love. I shall be returning soon, while it has been good to catch up with my brothers and feel the magic of my birthplace, none compares to the magic of our home together.

All my love, Bel'tan'e

P.S., Callista said you asked her for Dawnsea flowers, did you need spell-grade or food-grade petals?

(Bel'tan'e (he/they) is a spring Eladrin druid, born and raised in the Feywild, and currently married to one Professor Dekarios. They have a large family of relatively high status in the Spring Seelie Court, though Bel'tan'e himself is 3rd born and has little influence of their own (not that they want it). The couple regularly travels to the Feywild to see Bel'tan'e's family, who were quite shocked he returned with a human husband after only a few months away from home, but they grew to love Gale eventually, even if he is very odd and human-like)

(did I do this right? First time submission 🫣)

My love, Bel,

Sweetness, you know how much I adore your odd but ever caring family. I wouldn’t miss the journey for the world. Or, perhaps, a good box of chocolates. Kidding! I swear. I am mourning the loss of my visitation with you, thinking of the extravagant time I could be having while instead, I am pouring over my papers.

I do beg of you to not lock me out of my library. I simply would not be able to fare! I may pass away even at the mere thought.

Alas, I truly wish I could be with you. Though, I hope my words bring you comfort and warmth as if I were there beside you. They will have to do, for now. And while I do trust my assistant very much so, these are things one must handle on their own. This time of year at the academy is far from easy, it is best I oversee the work so as to avoid any mistakes. Nonetheless, I do deeply wish to be with you, don’t forget that.

Send my warmest, deepest affection to your mother back. That kindly woman deserves only the best and I will have something soon to show her my thanks, I promise. The same goes for Mallory and all the little ones calling for me. I do owe them a night within the Weave’s embrace once we can journey there together. No doubt that should suffice as an apology for missing this visit. Do tell little Mallory how proud I am of her. Thank the heavens she’s getting better with that, I nearly died the last time she summoned a spider. I still get shivers even thinking about it.

I have found myself rambling! I must save these words for when you return, otherwise this letter may become too thick to send back. Know that I love you deeply, and cannot wait for your return home. I shall have my best apologies lined up for you since you’ve had to endure such joyous fellowship alone.

Forever yours,

𝑮𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒔

text reads: gale dekarios

literally shut up. ‘uncle gale’???? im sobbing and losing my mind over this. i can literally see gale showing up for the first time to meet their family and just ‘hello! i’m gale!’ Exactly how he says it when you first meet him in act 1. and then all the nephews and nieces hanging onto his arms and asking him about being a human and then him showing them the weave… i need to write dad gale now cause this is TOO cute. also you did perfect im obsessed if you can’t tell ~kore

[howlingday]

Ok so since you've opened prepare for the Pandora's box.

- First a follow up on the two dead Jaune sisters comeback grimmverse style giving our boy a lot more trauma, angst, and moral dilemma. I asked a while ago

- Second so you know about @arc-misadventures magical girl Pyrrha post where Pyrrha has a Sailor Moon transformation, (if not I'll grab the post and send it) can you do one but with Bleach Ichigo for Jaune, Bankai style with the whole environment shifting and vortex of pure aura. And maybe the rest of JNPR with RWBY watching.

Thank you!

A twofer? That's a first. But I think I can do it.

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REUNION

First/Previously

Jaune was shaking. He'd just survived a horrifying experience straight from his nightmares, as if the Grimm had found a way to reach into the very depths of his soul and found exactly what he feared to make this happen. He sat in the Bullhead, only minutely concerned about taking off soon. The rest of his mind was occupied by near-death experience with his sisters.

His two oldest sisters, Kassandra and Polly were alive. Or, at least, that's what he thought when he saw them. However, their return from the grave was not without its horrors. Like some horrifying macabre portrait about the origin of humanity, his sisters looked like they emerged from the bodies of Grimm, their skin pale as death with eyes bloody red.

Kassandra towered over him on horse-like hooves, her eyes framed by blinders blocking her peripherals. Her arms hung low, like twisted, black vines sprouting thorns and spines until reaching the connected tip of a hooked blade, almost like it was a cross between a harpoon and a spear. She easily closed the gap between herself and him, taking him into her perforating arms to squeeze the life out of her baby brother. He almost puked from the smell of death from her.

Polly was shorter, standing taller than Jaune but not Kassie, while her face was framed by a thick shell similar to a boxing helmet. This went well with massive arms she sported, about as large as a Beringel, that ender in thickly armored fists that hit like a truck against his shield. Of the two, she seemed the most eager with her fanged mouth spread into a sinister smile. When she had him pinned against the tree, he heard her speak...

"Jauney... Cry..."

And yes, he did cry. He wept int front of his sister as she crushed his lungs against his ribcage against his chestplate. If it wasn't for the sudden rescue by his team, Professor Goodwitch, and Ruby's uncle, he was certain he was going to die right then and there.

"Jaune?" He flinched, looking up to see his partner standing over him. "Are you okay?"

"No." He then grabbed her and sobbed into her chest. It was awkward for them both, but Pyrrha rubbed his back, cooing reassurances. Jaune Arc had been through hell, and he survived. But knowing his sisters were still there only made him feel worse.

(Also, I was recommended to look to this post for inspiration, so credit to @ratchetmath for his work)

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Jaune panted hard as the Grimm Hound continued to wear him down. Apparently, Salem had learned her lesson about her previous attempt with the Grimm and decided to improve on what was already a deadly killing machine. It was stronger, faster, and definitely smarter than the one before, being able to speak full sentences instead of barks of only one word at a time. To make matters worse, Jaune's aura was starting to slow on its recovery.

"You will die." It growled. It wasn't the first time it said it, but with what Jaune had planned, he hoped it would be the last.

Taking a deep breath, he sheathed his sword. He could feel his aura build inside him, then changing its color from yellow to white. As the Grimm barreled down on him, he held up his shield, hand firmly gripped on the hilt of his sword.

"Ban... KAI!"

With a draw of his blade, blinding light shot high into the sky. The Hound roared in pain as it covered its eyes. As it regained its vision, it saw Jaune had completely changed. Seated atop a pristine white mount shaped like a cross between a horse and a rabbit glared with indignation at the black beast snarling at them. Its golden antlers glittered in the dark environment. Jaune had also changed into pearl white armor with golden frames, and in his hands he held a massive shield shaped like a teardrop and a longsword of pure light.

Chevalier Blanc du Ciel

As the Hound leapt towards Jaune, the mounted paladin raised his sword, which had shifted into a spear. In half a blink, the spear had torn through the Grimm, and a new spear had taken its place in Jaune's hands. It roared as it continued its pursuit, ready to tear through the knight and his mount. The spear changed into a sword and Jaune cued the jackalope forward. The two passed, the Grimm finding itself perfectly split in two by a gaping slice in its shoulder while the cavalier remained unharmed.

"Thank... You..." Jaune nodded as the Grimm disappeared and its human host was finally put to rest.

(This post was also recommended as inspiration, so please also credit @arc-misadventures)

(Also inspired by my previous bankai posts here and here)

[vibratingskull]

"Thanks, maybe Thrawn dad (platonic) x reader daughter to the Chiss Ascendancy. Eli is watching them. Eli gets called in because the reader accused their teacher of sabotaging the exam so the readers team would lose (they won with some out of the box thinking). The trial is set. (This got me thinking since I’m not sure how the Chiss would treat the reader is not only half human and half Chiss, but Thrawns child. You can’t tell me he hasn’t made any enemy’s in his home world)" - anon

Thrawn&Eli&F!reader

You cross your arms, groaning.

This is so unfair! 

Your teacher looks down at you with a severe expression but doesn’t say anything. Your eyes are fixed on your feet as you hunch over, pouting. 

A knock on the door makes you raise your head, and Eli’s face passes through the door with an unsure expression.

“Uncle Eli!” You call.

“Ah! Mister Ivant. Thank you for coming.”

Eli comes to sit in the chair next to you with questions in his eyes.

“I came as quickly as I could,” He says. “What’s the problem?”

“The problem is, Lieutenant Commander Ivant, that your… niece has repeatedly displayed asocial tendencies through the year, just this morning she cheated to win her physical exam and-”

“I winned fair and square!” You shout.

“That is to the Board of Education to decide.” He hits.

“Okay, wait a little minute.” Eli opens his hand in an appeasing gesture. “Maybe there is no need to get the Board involved, we can deal with the problem right now between us. What precisely happened?”

“Your niece deployed treasures of creativity to cheat at every turn and win the competition against other teams, it is especially problematic because she dragged all her little comrades in her schemes and we had to notify their parents.”

“I did not cheat, I exploited a bug!” You shout again, feeling your cheeks heating under the pressure

“This is highly irregular.”

“You never said we couldn’t exploit loopholes in the rules...” You’re ready to cry, why is he so mean?

“What did you do exactly?” Eli asks quietly,turning towards you.

“I annihilated them!” You exclaim.

“She twisted the duo’s rules to take advantage and earn points.” Your professor explains. “She also wounded two of her comrades.”

“What?!” Eli gurgles incredulous. He turns towards you frowning, you huddle under his gaze. Is he gonna take your teacher’s side and ground you?

“That’s not true, they didn’t see each other and run into one another…” you mumble, unable to look into any of their eyes. 

“This is worrying in itself, but that is not the first time she broke the rules.” Your teacher continues.

“Well, what did you do the first times?” Eli demands.

“We tried to warn the parents. But her father didn’t seem to see the thing from the same angle, he took her side and enables her dangerous tendencies.”

You smile to yourself, daddy gets you, not like those stupid adults with their dumb rules. Eli sighs, tired. Of course Thrawn would take his daughter’s side, he loses all objectivity when it comes to you.

“And I couldn’t ask anything from her mother… We don’t know how they educate their children back there.”

You see Eli ticks at that.

“We educate our children as good as you do.”

“That’s what you say, but I have to deal with the result of this education everyday and she creates problems each. single. day. She already looks atypical and disturbs her little comrade, but she also has to conduct herself like a little monster.”

“I’m not a monster, I have ADHD, that’s what mommy said!” You interject. You don’t always understand what the grown ups say but you know how to recognize an insult.

“Ufetvu also has ADHD and she isn’t as undisciplined as you are.” He turns back to Eli “We think the problem started back at home with the education she received. I urge you to speak with her parents to bring things back in control.”

You pout, digging your nails in the fabric of your uniform. It is not the first time you would be expelled from a school, but Daddy, Mommy and uncle Eli hoped you would have more chances in a school managed by the military. 

“Look, I am going to be frank with you: if her demeanor doesn’t drastically change in the future weeks, we will have no other choice but to expel her.” Your teacher announces.

You exchange a look with uncle Eli, you silently plead with him.

“And if we turn the screw, do we have garantee you will help her integrate among the chiss children?”

Your teacher darkens.

“What do you mean?”

“You think she never tells us how she eats alone at noon everyday? Or when she’s always the last to be picked up for team activities?” He crosses his arms on his chest and hardens his tone “She may be a bit disruptive, but I don’t think you put too much effort in helping her socialize with her comrades, as you call them.”

“We used the standard procedure to integrate her into the group.” Your teacher defends himself.

“And when you saw it didn’t work you just abandoned her? Don’t you think she would behave herself more if she felt welcomed by her little comrades and supported by the education team?”

Your professor grimaces at the accusations. 

“We never had a precedent like her. We waited to see how the situation would evolve. We-”

“She’s 6! She needs friends and support from adults around her and for now your school failed to bring both. You can threaten to expel her but I can threaten to sue you for preferential treatments, discrimination and failure to offer a dignified education!” Eli hits him, coldly.

You look at them with round eyes, they look into each other's eyes with grave expressions, gauging the other.

“But this is not about her, right?” Eli greets his teeth. “This is about Thrawn.”

What? Why would it be about daddy? You frown your eyebrow trying to understand.

Your teacher remains silent, stabbing uncle Eli with his gaze before taking back the floor.

“I do not know what you're talking about. I am a mere school director.”

“You know really well what I’m talking about. We know the Syndicure decided to punish Thrawn for his return despite the army he provided. Since he’s untouchable as a Grand Admiral they decided to hurt him through his daughter and your the dog chosen to do the dirty task.”

What? What are they talking about? Did daddy do something?

“Watch your tongue, sir.”

“No, you watch your tongue : You’re talking to a Lieutenant Commander and the daughter of a Grand Admiral, you owe us respect.” 

You cower on your chair, you’ve never seen uncle Eli like that, him who’s usually so nice and sweet looks like a complete different man.

“I think we said everything we needed. I expect drastic changes starting next week.” Eli ends the conversation, takes your hand and guides you out of the classroom.

Your teacher looks at you leaving, angry and defeated but doesn’t try to stop you.

You look up to him, he’s fuming.

“Uncle Eli? Are you mad at me?” You ask with a feeble voice.

“What? No, no dear, I’m not angry at you.” He kneels in front of you, caressing your hair. “It’s just that sometimes grown ups act like children and they need to be put back in their place.”

“Did Daddy do something wrong?” 

He looks at you without a word, holding your hand.

“You said it was about daddy… Are the adults angry at him?”

He sighs

“They are. But they are madder because they can’t reach your dad, he’s a hero in the eyes of the public. He’s untouchable, do not worry.”

He guides you back home where you run into your daddy’s arms, your mother smiling at you from the other room.

“There you are my princess!” He carries you in the house, hugging you “Why the teacher wanted to see you, Eli?”

“Because they finally decided to act to help princess. We should notice some improvement starting monday.”

“Really? This is wonderful.” Daddy kisses your cheek. “Did you not have a physical exam today, princess?”

“I anihilited them!” You shout.

They both smile. Thrawn adds, mischievious.

“That’s my girl.”

@bluechiss @thrawnalani @justanothersadperson93 @al-astakbar@thrawnspetgoose @readinglistfics @elise2174 @debonaire-princess @twilekchiss @pencil-urchin @ineedazeezee @mssbridgerton @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @Cortisolcosplay

[darthstitch]

Fic Snippet: Uncle Meowpheus

In her defense, Rose was very new to this fame business.

She hadn't expected her first book to do so well, let alone the sequel.  It helped that she had the actual Prince of Stories challenging her when she felt stuck or tempted to tapdance past a particularly difficult scene or plot point.  That imperiously raised eyebrow was like a challenge she couldn't resist.  And then, she found herself writing the next few scenes without any issue.  

And of course, King Somnio was a joy of a character to write and if she indulged in a few in-jokes at her Uncle Dream's expense, then that was just a bonus?  In fact, Calliope herself blessed those efforts and laughed loudest at the "wet of cat" line, to the point of tears.

Today, Rose was on her way to class - Professor Gadling's lecture today promised to be very interesting - when she was joined by a magnificent-looking black cat. She reacted as any sensible person would.

"Awww! Hello, meow! Where'd you come from?"

"The Dreaming, although if one must be perfectly truthful, I did walk all the way here from the New Inn. It's a rather lovely day, isn't it?"

Rose was very proud that she did not scream. It was a near thing, though. Coherence was, unfortunately, not something she could manage at the moment. "Uncle Dream?!!! Cat?!! You?!! OMG?"

"Calm yourself, my dear Rose. Yes, it is I. And yes, sometimes, I am a Cat. The King of Cats, to be precise."

"How?!! Why?!!" Rose was rather glad that they seemed to be alone at the moment because she really needed to sit down. There was a nearby bench that she thankfully sank into. Her ridiculous feline Uncle gracefully leapt on the bench to sit beside her, fluffy tail curling elegantly about his legs. Naturally, he treated that bench like it was his throne.

"I must confess that everyone's daydreams seem to be a little... loud these days, especially when I walk amongst them in my human form." If it was possible for a cat to sigh, then Uncle Dream certainly managed it. "It is a trifle disconcerting, to attract so much attention."

Rose blinked. "Attention? What do you mean by that?"

"It is no concern - it will pass, as these things tend to do, eventually. I would much rather follow the daydreams of the one dearest to me." Mischief glinted in those unearthly blue eyes, that now held the slightest bit of feline gold. "They are far more... interesting."

Rose snorted. "I'm gonna stop you right there, Uncle Dream, before you go into TMI territory. Does Professor G know that you can turn into a cat?"

"No." That was a very definite feline smirk. "This should prove most amusing."

"Great, good to know your husband has charge of the brain cell today. Please try not to break our professor, Uncle Dream, we still need him to teach us, y'know?"

"I shall send Matthew your regards as he is indeed with Hob right now. And alas, I make no promises about breakages. But I shall wait after his class for that." Dream hopped off the bench. "Shall we?"

Rose shook her head and groaned. "How is this my life?"

On the bright side, Rose was glad that Dream had graciously allowed everyone's favorite history Professor to complete his lectures for the day in peace. It must be noted, however, that Robert Gadling did emerge from his office at the end of the day looking very rumpled and quite dazed. His husband, "Thomas Murphy," was wearing an expression that could only be called "cat-that-got-the cream."

Rose absolutely refused to think about this any further.

[capcavan]

I love media analysis and I saw your discussion questions so...yea sorry about the length. (I'm open to discussion)

Look, I'm new here (been here for about a month) so I wasn't aware people don't like Riko? I personally quite like him as a character and didn't know that's not a particularly popular opinion? But I'm of the firm belief that not all villains are meant to be "redeemable". You can understand or sympathize with their motivations and character, but that's not the same as having redeeming qualities. And I think Riko is one of those characters who doesn't have redeeming qualities. He's supposed to be a hated villain. Heck, his first appearance in the series is literally him swooping in on stage to dark ominous music, dressed in black like a bloody supervillain. He gets all the "classic abusive ex" lines, an obscene amount of power, and some really bizarre unhinged moments (ex. handcuffing Neil to a bed and spitting in his mouth).

We're told right at the top, "Hey, this guy is a villain and he's not going to stop being a villain." So he's pretty easy to hate if you are just trying to get through the story. The last character in a novel I really hated was Professor Lovell in Babel by R.F. Kuang. He's another one of those characters you are meant to hate but you're also meant to comes to hate him slowly. You see him from the eyes of the person he abused so you get to see what it's like for the main character to slowly realize that this man who starts off by saving him and giving him a home is and has always been, a terrible person.

Riko doesn't get that treatment. We see him first from the perspective of someone who has never met him but already hates him (Neil) and second, from the perspective of someone who's suffered him and hated him for a long time and is already done with him (Jean).

If he ever had any good sides, the reader doesn't see them so it's easy to hate him. But I would argue, that's the point. We're supposed to see Riko as the insane abusive ex and we're supposed to wonder along with Neil and Andrew why the fuck Kevin can't let him go. Like, what's so good about this ludicrous supervillain that you can't even shit-talk him behind his back?

But Riko's not actually a one-dimensional supervillain. Neil says it straight up and gets it exactly right (he's kind of just spit-balling but Riko reacts to it like he's been read to filth) -- that Riko was brought up as a commodity and not as a human, that his delusions of grandeur were encouraged and that no one ever wanted him as a human (not his uncle, not his brother, certainly not his father). TSC does a lot to confirm it with descriptions of how he was treated by his uncle and how he obsessed over the letter about Kevin's father along with Kevin.

But ultimately, I think the reason why Riko doesn't get as nuanced a treatment as one might like is because the main conflicts the characters overcome have nothing actually to do with Riko. Neil overcomes fear and mistrust in others, Andrew overcomes his fear of letting himself have anything good. Even Kevin's conflict is more about asserting himself than about fighting Riko. (And Jean has so much trauma, Riko's barely a drop in the bucket.)

Anyway, I like Riko because I think properly sadistic villains are fun and because I think he's an interesting character.

This ask read like very sexy Riko fanfic anon drop your ao3 so I can check something for myself ty, if not let me commission you for some riko writtign after I get cash

[stuffkin]

regressor arven headcanons 🐾🐶

he's always had those foggy days, but didn't really have a name for it in the beginning. a conversation with penny allows him to put a name to the feeling.

said foggy days only grew in frequency after his parent dropped contact.

after the group trip to area zero, he's down for the count for a few good days at least no matter how okay he says he is.

he always makes sure to have easy snacks and finger foods on hand when he feels the fogginess coming on--partly because he doesn't have the energy, partly because his friends insist that he's too little to do prep or cook, especially without supervision. he gripes about it, but secretly he wraps himself up in their concern like a blanket.

even though he's not supposed to cook, he does have a lot of toy foods to play with. he likes to play supermarket, restaurant, and tea parties.

the gang also goes on picnics when the weather's nice. the others take care of the prep, but still let arven teach them about new sandwiches.

no matter what, mabostiff has to be there. whether it's to play or just curl up together, his pup has been the most constant thing in his life and provides an anchoring point so arven doesn't drift too far into not so nice thoughts.

plus, mabostiff knows his human better than anyone! he often nudges his buddy in the right direction when arven forgets to look after himself.

on one memorable occasion, mabostiff figured out how to open the dorm door and went to find one of arven's friends when arven was being particularly stubborn about dropping.

once arven's friends know, it somehow gets both easier and harder to regress. on the one hand, he doesn't have to hide. on the other, he doesn't know how to accept care from others. some days are trickier than others, but they always end in a cuddle puddle no matter what headspace arven ends up in.

clavell is the exception, being the one to look after him when the professor returned to area zero. uncle clavell, awkward as he may be, knows just how to soothe arven's busy mind.

sometimes, arven will just come sit in clavell's office while he works. clavell has a folder of coloring sheets and a box of crayons in his desk for this reason. they jokingly call it "office work."

in spite of everything, arven does still have his baby blanket. sometimes, if he tries really hard, he thinks he can remember the professor wrapping him up in it. he doesn't tell anyone this.

[janedoe-ing]

things that i encountered in my life personally that just reminds me that men will always be men:

my BEST FRIEND joking about he can belanja me pads and bras (when there is SO MANY things other than that, that he could treat me but then he chose to mention those two first, on the basis of us 'caring' for each other)

my professor joking about why would men wanna marry sb just to lose his scholarship (context: there is a case where a man has been said to lose his scholarship if he gets married in his contract terms, which obviously deprived his rights as a human being [read: Article 5 of the Federal Consitution] ) and then he proceeded to joke about how the Applicant in the case would and rather lose his scholarship, than his own marriage, in his words: "why would you want to be stupid by getting married" and "i'm just joking"

random men that i saw on my faculty STARING at women if they start to wear something showy, sexy, etc.

an ustaz in our school saying he's a man too (indicating he has his needs) when he smelled somebody using a very strong fragrant hand sanitiser in class

one of my club members saying that he couldn't practice family law because the janda's will like him or some shit (can somebody humble this mf down)

also the same guy as above: saying he's excited for the big event only because he wanted to meet girls from private unis

them unfollowing me and leaving me following them as if i wanted to follow them at the first place and these fuckers have the audacity to fucking requested to follow me back??? fuck you!

that one time i was in form 2 and went to a 3 days camp, and my group leader saying that he likes me because i have chubby cheeks (tembam) wtf

my dad cheating on my mom MULTIPLE times despite being a good wife and mother to his own children

my dad finding bitches that are the opposite of my mom (ie: sexy, skin showing females, and god knows what they are)

my dad abusing my mom (literally)

my atok kept asking my wan doing stuffs that he could easily has done by himself and act like he's an infant

my director showing middle finger to me and my bureaumates for screwing up during an event (mind u it was a small mistake and the damage is reversible)

finding men lusting over LITERAL CHILDREN on tumblr

finding men lusting over women and seeing them as objects and not a human being

finding MULTIPLE accounts saying they wanted to rape their sisters/relatives

seeing men on tumblr with these fucking porn bots accounts posting innocent selfies and tiktoks and jerking off to it and saying they wanna rape these girls because 'her mouth looks like it can give a good blowjob and they wanna fuck them so hard they will be crying out to stop and merengek'

finding accounts that are posting pics and vids of women IN PUBLIC (ie: public transport, literally in malls, pasar malam, etc.) minding their own business and taking pics where their bra or panties lines are visible on their clothes AND SELLING IT

finding accounts who uses AI to make a picture of women from fully clothed to being naked, in this case i found m*a sara's and q*sti*a rai***'s pics being used WHEN THEY ARE MINORS CURRENTLY

my BEST FRIEND (yes the same guy previously stated as before) instead of asking me what im doing, he asked me "woi buat apa" "tengah kongkek ke" like ?????? what the fuck

me telling the same guy to teman or help his mom to do some grocery shopping and he asked me why would his mother need any help from him or even need his company.....????? ICK

found out that my granddad actually watched soft porn on youtube on his phone and my uncle watching literal porn on his other phone

me and my sister having to carry a whole ass heavy bed from 2nd to ground floor alone because my fucking dumbass brother didn't want to help

once did a quiz that somehow asked u questions about sex and i personally dm of it at first bcs it was only me and two of my best friends and they answered that they needed more than 2-3 times of sex per week when i only answered average 2-3 at most every two weeks (made me realise so much that they're still men at the end of the day)

(list will be updated from time to time)

[silent-dragon]

TWST OC Profile ~ Ryuu Aiuchi-Ash

Personal Info

Name: Ryuu Aiuchi-Ash

Nickname: Dragon

Gender: Male

Age: 38

Species: Human

Birthday: 6/17

Zodiac: Gemini

Height: 184cm/6ft

Orientation: Demisexual

Eye Color: Medium Brown

Hair Color: Natural Black

Homeland: Kingdom of Ash(Previously Interstate Hill)

Family: Prince Genesis Ash - Like Nephew

King Draco Ash - Sworn Brother

Kana Aiuchi - Adopted Niece

Twist of Kiryu Kazuma from Sega's Yakuza Series

Work Info

School: Night Ravens College

Occupation: Security Guard,Bodyguard

Other Info

Dominant Hand: Right

Favorite Food: Karaage Don

Least Favorite Food: Plain Coffee

Dislikes: Complex Technology,Difficult Cooking,Nosey People,Tigers,Too Much Violence,Aggression Actions Upon Feminine Individuals,Talking about the past

Likes: Bowling,Mini Car Racing,Suits,Karaoke,Gambling(Halfy),Protecting Something/Someone,Checking up on Genesis,Dragons

Talents: Martial Arts,Wrestling,Hand to Hand Combat,Hosting,Business Management,Mild Child Care

Unique Magic: Dragon Legend - Takes a lot of anger for Ryuu to feel at first but can borrow the power of a dragon to heighten strength & senses. Ryuu gains dragon-like features when like this temporarily.

Personality: Not a very talkative man as he often is quiet unless spoken to. He is kind and loyal greatly as becoming special to him means he will protect with life. Has an inner side that's very fun and into childish things since he missed out on this fun.

Facts: Ryuu dislikes talking about his past yet sometimes he will say vague things about it but never explain and will get annoyed if you ask him. This past is why he knows a rsa professor,Marin Takeda well enough. Only makes exceptions for her with many things.

Found a girl who was all by her self during his journey of finding a new home away from his past. Took time but officially adopted her as his niece rather then daughter. She about 10yrs old now and cooks better then he does. He opens up alot to only her.

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Drifted for a long time til found himself in a land that's air was hazy and full of dragons. Saved the life of a few on the road from being robbed. Discovered they were the royal family of this land.

Ryuu was rewarded for his deed by becoming sworn brothers with the king. Requested to be treated like a normal citizen still and has stayed living in the kingdom since then.

Has a soft spot for Genesis who has looked up to him for a while now being like an uncle to him and his brothers. He hopes there's a way he can help change the fate of Genesis and one of his brothers.

Rather be working at rsa cause Genesis is there but choose not to for a single reason most can guess why. Even at nrc memories of the past haunt him still but tries to ignore.

Will spend a free day bowling or doing karaoke by himself. Often thinks about inviting others..but thinks they may be busy.

Is not up to date on new technology stuff so those smart devices are wasted on him. He has his trusted old flip phone that he knows how to work best.

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‘Inspector Gadget’ (1983) episode review: ‘Movie Set’

I’ve been tinkering with a fic featuring Lana Lamour and rewatched the episode “Movie Set”, which led me to do this episode review. There’s a lot of my random headcanons in here, so this is a long one.^^

I love Chief Quimby’s theme that plays whenever he appears. Character themes are such a trademark of 80s and early 90s cartoons.^^ Also, after watching the entire original series I’m convinced Quimby is a secret agent and his title of Police Chief is just a cover. Same with Gadget.

In regards to Gadget’s binocular vision, it’s hard to tell from the episodes since they deploy so quickly, but it looks to me like the binoculars emerge either from Gadget’s fedora, or it’s also possible they deploy from his eyelids. I just really like the idea of Gadget’s gadgets being part of his body as well as his hat. The Gadget hands emerge from his hat, but it’s also possible that some of the larger gadgets like the ‘copter and ‘brella emerge from Gadget’s body. We never get a definitive answer from the series so this is always fun to explore in fanfics.^^ Plus if so many gadgets were in the hat, and the hat was ever lost or damaged, it would make Gadget very vulnerable and I just can’t see Professor Von Slickstein being so careless as to make Gadget so dependent on his hat.

I just love the little detail that Gadget’s modifications to the paper airplane actually did make it go farther. I think this shows that in some ways Gadget’s brain functions just fine, just not in the correct order as other people.

I mentioned this before, but I’m convinced Lana Lamour was modeled/inspired by Lana Turner. The physical similarities are too clear, and Turner was known for playing femme fatales in her films.

Okay, this can’t be ignored - Gadget’s behavior does not put him in the best light in this episode. Gadget in the original series is definitely a ladies’ man, and I can’t help but wonder if on some level Gadget knows that some people may view him as a freak/not fully human. Gadget is oblivious in the 80s cartoon, but he’s not stupid either. He has moments of true clarity and insight, and we can’t deny that he’s incredibly brave (even if that bravery stems from ignorance). I discussed this in another post a while ago, but we don’t known how much of Gadget’s body is machine vs. flesh and blood. Can he have children? Can he have a fully physical relationship with someone else? My personal theory is that Gadget knows deep down on some level that others may not see him as human, and he subconsciously tries to overcompensate with being overly confident, combined with whatever happened to his memories when he was first turned into a cyborg. If Gadget were in his right mind and his memories not impaired, I think he would have no trouble finding a partner because he is very charismatic and has a lot of confidence. Unfortunately as he is now with his scrambled Brain Gadget sometimes comes across as arrogant, even if he’s coming with the best of intentions.

Now let’s talk about Penny. I love how she’s clearly annoyed with Gadget’s behavior at the beginning of the episode and scolds him to focus on his assignment. Which leads to an interesting thought if Penny ever wishes for a mother figure? We don’t known what happened to Penny’s parents, or if Gadget is her uncle by blood/marriage/adoption, but I’m sure as Penny got into her teens she would want some guidance from a woman. I don’t think Penny would ever begrudge Gadget getting married and finding a partner, but Penny is very protective of Gadget also and I think her annoyance is equal measures concern for Gadget and not wanting him to get hurt, and not wanting someone like Lana as a stepmother in her life. Penny’s got enough on her plate already.^^

And maybe Penny’s juuuust a bit jealous when she sees Lana in person and mutters, “she doesn’t look so great.” I love that moment.^^

(Gadget to Penny): “I’ll already have my hands full with Lana.” *face-palm* Good lord, Gadget, your niece is 10! Only in the 80s could you have these sorts of lines, lol.

I wonder if Lana was an actress before joining M.A.D., or vice versa? I’m going with that she was an actress first (though not quite A-list Hollywood) and joined M.A.D. at some point in her career for her own reasons. Also, I think her accent is fake for her role - she just uses it as a cover but doesn’t actually talk like that. My personal headcanon is that Lana has a New England/Yankee accent but quickly learned to hide it so she could advance in the film industry.

How can Gadget not recognize Penny when she’s tied up right in front of him?! There’s only two possible explanations - either Gadget’s memories and ability to recognize faces are truly impaired, or he’s a damn fine actor. He also doesn’t seem to question why Penny and Brain are at the set at the end of the series. I’m assuming it’s the weekend or summer vacation.

That’s about it for now - let me know your thoughts!  :)