#the man was doing so well.... and then creator said 'nah'

[socksandbuttons]

anyway now that i have brain I tried making an Evil Lunar AU, instead i made a angsty au.

[austinsastrology8991]

> SUN IN THA HOUSE < and whY yoU Be like dat

Sun is our focal point, its our brightest star > you force others to look at you and look at themselves by your star quality <

Sun in the First - Everyone knows them, and they make it a fact that if you don't see them then your the one who is blind. They have a confident swagger, but arrogance to them that begs for the attention of all around them, and everyone is locked in on how or why they have such a powerful presence. Their smiles are contagious too. Also somehow always in the perfect place to say some funny ass shit and keep their style points that they been racking up over the years "You know. You all know exactly who I am. Say my name" - W.W 'breaking bad'

Sun in the Second - Did I stutter? Im talking about what I need not what I want. These guys are possessed by themselves and everyone loves it. So focused so self contained, they don't want nothing to do with you if you can't help them achieve their goals, and that attitude is sticky and everyone wanna be glued to em because they are destined for success. So they are constantly deciding who they want to share their gifts with, because they know they got it, what you got? "Money, money, money, money, money ain't the motive, What's your name again? Nobody knows it, Don't speak to me n***a, you not important, Im focused" - Tyler, the creator 'smuckers'

Sun in the Third - The whizz kid who didn't study, but stole the test papers and told everyone the wrong answers and kept all the right ones to himself. They are smart and they dont need you to tell them this they just want some more god damn answers. And thats what frustrates everyone, because they know so much already, why they still searching? Well thats how they got so smart dummy "That's why they put my lyrics up under this microscope Searching with a fine tooth comb, it's like this rope Waiting to choke, tightening around my throat Watching me while I write this, like, "I don't like this note" - Eminem 'white america'

Sun in the Fourth - The sentimental cry baby that everyone loves to cuddle. Emotional but people find it adorable. They are the rock you can cry on if you want a rock to cry on. Nah but if you need a safe place to cry, you can cry to them, they'll protect you from the harsh waves of others emotional projections, because they get it, even when everyone else refuses to. But don't use em because that'll force them to block you out, and this decision will cause a emotional rollercoaster for the both of you and they'll blame you for it even if it was their decision "And I am done changing words, Just so my songs sound prettier, I just don't care if it hurts, 'Cause it hurts me too" - Faye Webster 'hurts me too'

Sun in the Fifth - The walking confetti explosion, always turnt up and if you trynna lower the volume then they'll oblige ya just so when the volume inevitably goes up again, they'll make it a point that its always more fun with the party up then down. Charming chameleons that are cheesin about the colours they managed to pull off. Watch em dance, watch em sing, watch em do a funny, they can do it all and laugh while doing it, the vibe is them and they are so good at inviting people in on the little big party they got going on "Man I just wanna go flex, Gold on my teeth and on my neck, And I'm stone cold with the flex, With my squad and I'm smokin' up a check" - Post Malone 'go flex'

Sun in the Sixth - Typeracer.com - nah but seriously they always working on themselves and comparing themselves just to make sure their progress is more than what they expected and way more than what others expected of them. Because they here for a reason, and they will never let a opportunity slip, because if they do, they'll stay awake over it for years, and they done wasting their good years. Basically Peggy Olsen "And when your album sales wasn't doing too good, Who's the Doctor they told you to go see? Y'all better listen up closely, All you n***s that said that I turned pop, Or The Firm flopped. Y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been getting no sleep" - Dr Dre 'forgot about dre'

Sun in the Seventh - I gotchu what you need? true homies always putting others before them, and i know this gets a bad rap these days but if you ever get one of these friends. Do yourself a favour and stop telling them to stand up for themselves, because they still standing with the weight of everyone else on they shoulders. This way they show others the power of communication. And they still sticking it to everyone who tell em otherwise, so please tell me how they not standing up for themselves? They the loyalist, you got no idea how many people rely on em and thats their pride "Every step I take, every move I make (ohh, I'll miss you), Every single day, every time I pray, I'll be missing you (yeah, yeah, yeah), Thinkin' of the day, when you went away, What a life to take, what a bond to break, I'll be missing you" - Diddy 'missing you'

Sun in the Eighth - Who went to hell and back? Well they went to a version of it. And they are done hearing whatever you done, because what they did beats your hell tenfold. They don't even wanna put you in your place because they don't wanna hear your attempts to disapprove of them because they've overcome more than some bullshit shit talking. Just put some respect on their name thats all they want. And if not it's easy pickens because think they worse than you, and if you done worse, they don't mind going badder, so be careful, they'll do it. They careful about not being careful so be careful "No I don't worry, I tell you, I'm a man who believes that I died twenty years ago, And I live like a man who is dead already, I have no fear whatsoever of anybody or anything" - Skepta 'no security'

Sun in the Ninth - I WOKE UP IN NEW BUGgATTI is how they live their lives, except miss the bugatti but keep the caps lock on. They live by a set of moral philosophies to help them get by and to find excitement/ enjoyment outta life, because they refuse to be a follower, they've seen how sad everyone else is and they just trynna make sure it don't work out that way for them. Educated idiots; making up the rules as they learn the rules to live by their own rules. They lead their own life and it rubs off on everyone on how you should live your own life > teetering the edge of danger and fortune. Also someone who'll give it to you the realest despite being the biggest clown "Black kid get shot, white man get tazed, Media spread lies, politicians get paid, Doctors wanna drug you up so you can reach an early grave, Prisons wanna lock you up so they can fill up every cage Make fifty cents an hour, they gon' work you like a slave, Government gon' play dumb but they know everythin' " - Meechy Darko 'kill us all'

Sun in the Tenth - "Who speaking about me? oh. he ain't shit" - they acting better than everyone, and its fake until it isnt. No one knows when they made it because they always acted like they did. They dont brag they let the audience speak their volumes, hum their symphonies, play their drums, tickle their balls, and they just the orchestrator of it all. Because they doin the most, and they know everyone gonna talk about it so no need to even speak on it. Classy about it too. They on the top and they don't wanna leave so they acting humble but everyone know they really feelin themselves, but hey who wouldn't "I might be too strung out on compliments, Overdosed on confidence, Started not to give a fuck and stopped fearing the consequence, Drinkin' every night because we drink to my accomplishments" - Drake 'headlights'

Sun in the Eleventh - Trend setters who leave their shit stains on every social setting they enter. They got this influence about them thats hard not to notice, because they have at least three people fawning over em, and they not doing shit. Always trying to spread their influence, so if you want someone to back you its them, because their word is worth more due to their connections. And the easiest way to connect is technology and they all up in the software and getting a hard drive about it. They say some outta pocket shit, but thats where the influenza comes from I guess. They somehow everywhere and no where at the same damn time "It's ironic you talk jail time, But you ain't never seen no central booking (yeah) It's ironic you hang with a n***a that beat women And have the nerve to call yourself "Girl Pusher" Wow! You ain't real, I'm gonna show you how I really feel - JPEGMAFIA 'baby im bleeding'

Sun in the Twelfth - Lonely introspective dreamy creative types. Is what you could say if you wanna sum them up. But there is much more to them, but they are so afraid of letting anyone in because they are so sensitive. Their empathy and ability to look at things from different perspectives is what sets them apart, and they want to be set apart, because they feel alone, and don't wanna pretend they your friend if they ain't. They are extremely creative to a fault, and a lot of people would rather make fun of their works then celebrate how special it is. Until it is widely acknowledged how gifted they are, then everyone will switch up around them. But they will never forget who said what, because they above the whats; aint got time for someone who thought they were just a what "'Cause I'm out there, Tried to tell you that I'm out here on my own, I told you I was out there, Tried to tell you that I'm out here on my own,I fell down to Earth, From a hundred miles away and somehow I still make it work, But it's overrated and somehow played out" - Oliver Tree 'alien boy'

[ivys-garden]

Alright, I'm going to write my own thoughts down on the situation, sorry if this gets rambly

First of all, Shubble is so brave for speaking up, it's really hard for victims to speak up against there abusers in a public setting and she deserves all the respect in the world for it

That being said we do need to be mindful to give her space, this was a really traumatic thing for her and we all need to be mindful of that, give her room to breath.

On the same lines, don't go after other ccs for not ""releasing statements"", content creators aren't companies, there people. Don't get on at them for not publicly supporting Shubble, especially since there undoubtedly doing it in private, which is probably better than shoving it out there for millions of people to see. Let people support there friend in a way they and shubble are confortable with, if shubble wants them to say something or they think they need to say something themselves, they will say it.

It's like Pearl said, just because you don't see something happening publicly doesn't mean it isn't happening

Also, don't jump to call Tommy or Phil or Grian or anyone else enablers because they haven't said anything, they'll need time to process this too, it's hard to find out that your friend is a domestic abuser, let them process this in piece and don't try to cancel them over nothing like a fool. (People like Tommy will need time especially since Wilbur befriended them when they were young and by all accounts manipulated them too)

If anyone of these people have anything they feel they need to say they'll say it when there good and ready, good life tip folks:Don't Harass People. Especially if they have almost nothing to do with this (honestly Saw someone say they were going to go on to fucking RT about this despite him not knowing either person very well, the fuck)

I know why people do it, they want to make sure there favourite content creators aren't also bad, but they are people and they deserve respect, I can garentee you that almost no Qsmp or Hermitcraft or Other MCYT member who knew him stands with Wilbur

(Also if anyone brings Techno into this fuck right off let the man rest.)

Also, some brain dead morons are saying that people calling out wilbur are doing it for clout and that they should have done it sooner, but most of the abuse happened in private, and wilbur manipulated others, many wouldn't have realised anything was wrong and if they did its still better and more respectful to come forward after shubble since its HER story to tell.

(This attack also doesn't work anymore because we have things like tubbos stream, where he actively discourages his chat from treating him like a hero for speaking out, but yeah sure they all don't give a shit about shubble and just want to make themselves look better, fuck outta here)

Now, if your a former wilbur fan, let me make this super clear

DONT WATCH HIM AND DONT LISTEN TO HIS MUSIC

"BuT SePuRaTe ThE ArT FrOm ThE Arti-

Nah. That doesn't work here. You can separate a book or game or movie, you can't with a cc. Its there face, there voice, there personality. Find a different band, find a different CC to watch. There are other options, I know it sucks to find out someone you like did an awful thing,but that doesn't mean we should support those people for our sakes, especially when people were actively hurt by there actions. Trust me everyone, this will get better, things will go back to how they were before

Finally, this should go without saying, Fuck William Gold to the core of teh fucking earth. And any who still support him.

He is a raging egotistical manipulator and abuser. don't blame people for not seeing it sooner, no one can do that. What we can do though is blame people who still wholeheartedly support him and his actions.

He has not "changed" nor will he ever at the rate at which he's going. He's still a egomaniac who's more concerned with saving his image than actually apologising for his actions, even then an apology wouldn't fix all he's done,it would just be closer and a jumping off point to be better, but he can't even fucking do that.

If wilbur does reflect and grow, good on him, but if he doesn't then I can say with absolute certainty we wouldn't fucking miss him.

Fuck Wilbur. Support Shelbym

[neiptune]

aot boys x guilty pleasures

a/n: this is me being self indulgent and having a lil fun so forgive the shitposting but also feedback is always appreciated mwah

eren loves the shit out of nature documentaries you'll leave him alone one saturday night and you'll come back to find him sprawled on the couch watching life of mammals or some shit on netflix lmao you'd be on a date and he'd get suddenly excited enough to hit you with random facts like “btw did you know that the average blood pressure of a giraffe is around 300/190?” he'd literally barge in rooms with a “babe omg hummingbirds are like the only birds that can fly backwards” and you'd just be sitting on the toilet with a very unimpressed look but he's cute 12/10 would make a good park ranger or whatever

armin is lowkey obsessed with youtubers like he legitimaly sits down and watches hours on end of unboxing/reaction videos or travel vlogs jfc and it's always the dumb stuff ya know like person x unboxing the same phone in 10 different colors or person y reacting to drake's new single and THAT controversial lyric. it's exhausting really he'd be in bed at 3am still going through chrissy's 27 min travel vlog about some bali vacation gone wrong and don't even get me started on drama and internal feuds or breakups oh my god he has a whole playlist of breaking my silence videos on youtube to keep track of who's said what so he can pick the best side

you've introduced jean to the world of fandoms and fanfiction and at first he was all like nah that's too weird but now he has his own ao3 account and eats the weirdest most hilarious shit up, will also use acquired terms in the wrongest way like you'd be watching bridgerton together and he'd suddenly nod to himself with a OOOO TRIGGER WARNING THEY BOUT TO FUCK lmao he's obsessed tbh his twitter is filled with commentary on random chapters he's screenshot and that I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP titanic gif posted over and over again like no honey you will not we've moved past that 10 years ago

oh god connie is such a chronic playlist creator he'd have one for EVERYTHING and he genuinely spends hours selecting the perfect most appropriate songs and titles for each one, you best believe before you first started dating he's made one for you called “i like you idgaf about your boyfriend” which came with a weird ass mix of sweet stuff like just the way you are by bruno mars and cash shit by megan thee stallion lmaooo he's so random he thinks he's good at it too and you don't have the heart to tell him that “get down dirty bedroom sexy lapdance music” ain't a good title. it's kinda attractive that he's not a music snob tho like he'd be blasting country music classics while cooking, rap mixtapes when he's taking a shower or full on broadway showtunes when driving, he also has a cute voice that cracks on higher notes but it secretly turns you on how deep in the moment he is while screaming to defying gravity in the car

levi gets a weird kick out of serial killer documentaries or real footage of their interviews/trials, also listens to A LOT of true crime podcasts and TAKES NOTES about the most interesting cases to check if he'd be able to solve the unsolved ones and he'd always test you as well? you'd be reading a book in bed and he'd plop next to you with a dead serious look on his face asking shit like “would you help some random guy with a cast on his arm carry his bags?” 🤨 out of the blue like ?????? baby that's kinda weird can you not but it's really just him trying to flex his big big brain thank fuck he's not an actual cop he'd be insufferable (and way less hot)

to absolutely no one's surprise reiner's guilty pleasure has to do with you, the man's all about you (and hockey), you've asked him to take a bath with you once and now not a single motherfucking week goes by without him looking at you big big puppy eyes asking “bath???” most evenings after work. it doesn't even have to lead to anything he's just content basking in warm water and bubbles with you in his lap, he gets to massage shampoo into your scalp if you want to wash your hair and is now a pro at creating the perfect atmosphere with oils and dimmed lights and omg don't even get me started on candles, he's memorized your favorite scents and now also has his own preferences, catch him walking around a yankee candle store at least twice a month, girls working there ask this big scary grumpy guy if he needs help and he'd reply with the softest most polite & specific hi hello yes actually i need to stock up on sparkling cinnamon and snow globe wonderland tyvm

porco 100% checks his naked self out in the mirror lmaooo i know this shouldn't count as something people wouldn't believe he'd do but it's kinda a guilty pleasure i guess??? he finds putting clothes on a lil depressing and knows he's hot. sometimes you'd catch him doing that after showering and the man would be so fucking thirsty for compliments cause what is he supposed to do with muscles and abs and prominent biceps if you won't drool over them a little? he's annoying & also gets soooo whiny if you don't indulge him like :( do you not think your dashing boyfriend is cute :( while flexing, also always tries to convince you to take your clothes off as well for “inspection purposes” to which you simply flick his forehead lol whether you end up pressed against that very mirror 10 minutes later it's between you and him xoxo

[miimo96]

Thoughts on My Adventures with Superman S2 FINALE

This has me kinda scared because Normally when this happens, it usually means 2 thing's; 1 this is either going to be Very long episode or 2, Somebody's going to die, and with the way the creator's have been teasing us with Tweets about Kara's demise, I'm guessing it's the ladder, and if that's the case WTF DC

Also if had a nickel for everytime that a Giant spaceship threatened to Destroy Earth as a way to Rebuild krypton in a Superman story, I'd have 2 nickels, which isn't alot, but it's weird that it's happened twice

So lemme get this straight, this Lex is smart enough to build the parasite suit, have a fail safe for that, is able to frame Superman gaining Millions of followers and government access, infuse Kryptonite to Kryptonian built robots, but isn't smart enough to come up with a fail safe when said robots get hacked!?....yeah I call Bullshit

Hell yeah the Cavalry's here! oh, and Sam too I guess whatever, listen the FANS might've forgiven your ass for abandoning lois 6 episodes ago, but I sure as hell don't, in all seriousnes tho I am glad he got some sort of character development regarding his relationship with Superman, seeing it as how he is now trying to help him instead of ya know, Trying to Kill him 😅 btw I kinda feel stupid for asking myself how the heck they turned invisible, only to realize they were actually holding on to Only the character who Can turn invisible Lol 😅😅 also did anyone else immediately thought've Lobo when he said the Main man, no, just me

Wow I can't belive they actually gave Kara the Winter soldier treatment, from the brainwashing, Down to him effing reactivating it like freakin Zemo, Well looks like Clark's gonna have to fight his cousin again, hopefully he doesn't end up like last time, or if not maybe Jimmy can talk some sense into her, Seeing as how it was seeing a picture of Jimmy which resulted in her breaking free from Brainiacs control, maybe this where he can finally confesses his feelings for her, Omg I would love that ^w^

Wait you're telling me Brainiac Did it, that he's the reason why krypton exploded, that HE Killed clarks and Kara's parents!? Oh nah Brainiac gotta die now, also has anyone else how similar he is to Zod, from his reasoning, to his personality, to even this whole effing scenario, like This is some shit Zod would've done, and it's funny because I was actually thinking about this not to long ago about how we technically don't need Zod in this show because Brainiac fits that role perfectly, especially with how he's been depicted this season, Omg if this was an intentional Detail on their part, then it's official, this show never ceases to Amaze me

Uh oh scary Kara's back, Damn it Brainiac why you gotta be such a Bitch; Also it may be nothing, but the way those missiles were moving kinda reminded of the way Darksides Omega beams would move, which got me thinking about something; What if Kryptons technology is possibly made from Apocalypse

This shot is ABSOLUTELY Beautiful; from the colors, to the camera work, to even the Symbolism between him and the Sun, everything was just Screams Superman

Tbh out of all the anime tropes they've done this season, I gotta say Talk no jutsu the 1 was NOT expecting them pull, and ya know what, I'm actually kinda glad they did, because it just fits Superman's MO; Superman has always been represented for kindness not his strength, like even if you've done him dirty, he'll still always choose to help you because that's just who he is, hes the person who just wants to help, he'll carry the weight of the world on his shoulders, he's the person who will try to stop a threat with his words before having to result to violence, he's the Man of Steel not because of what he can do, but because of who he is and always will be, hence why this trope works perfectly for him, it's the Perfect representation of what he embodies, Compassion, That's what makes him Superman

Ok I have a few things regarding this scene, 1st off i Absolutely love my 2 star children, 2nd of all Kara don't throw him into the sun, that's how make Nuclear man 😂 3rd of all, in all honesty, I was not worried 1 bit when Kara got shot mainly for 2 reasons; 1 even tho she was clearly shot by Kryptonite, they were directly near the sun and if I remember correctly, the Sun is what gives them their power, granting them the abilities to heal from critical wounds as well as even more strength, and because 2, kryptonians have invulnerable skin meaning she won't burn up from the sun even if she falls into it, all in all touching scene but No stakes

Kara's lighting's, Kryptonite Saber, Clean animation, Super sayian references!? OMG this episode is AMAZINGGG!! Also Kara's lighting's Red!? Ngl but I SWEAR I thought it was gonna be yellow, not because it would only go good with her hair, but because it in my opinion, it just fits her better, plus we did see kinda of it Start to spark in her fight against Brainiac 2 episodes ago, and since Clark's is blue it would only just made sense for hers to be yellow, hopefully maybe it can like evolve in season 3 or something, don't get wrong I like the Red but in my opinion, it just feels like a missed opportunity, In other News

Eff yeah Brainiac's Dead! Be honest, how many of you actually thought kara was dead after that scene, because my heart immediately stopped after she passed out 😅

Also can we talk about how Amazing Kara's suit looks, like Omg this Has to be one of the best desings I've seen, I just love everything about it from the colors to the boots all the way to especially the Cape, like I just love how it looks like a scarf UwU

AH siblings being siblings 😊 btw Love how he still has the shirt from when he was kid, Such a full circle moment, also when it comes to Kara's, this Kara, the kara from injustice 2, the CW show and even The FLASH movie are All of my favorite Kara's, every single one of them EXPECT and I can't believe I'm saying this, the 1 from the DCAU, like I'm sorry but in my opinion she was just too much of a hot head, and she barely had any screen time in Justice league, like I don't understand how did we stray so far from God, also she was incredibly weaker when it came to her cousin, this 1 on the other hand can slap her cousin around like it was a normal Tuesday, So yeah that's my Hot take come at me In the comments I dare you

Well well well looks like instead of mommy dosen't need you anymore, it's more like We don't need Mommy anymore, hell yeah Lex's finally going to be the Villain next season and I soo can't wait, oh and what's this, it looks like slade is gonna be his right hand now, oh yeah Slex is Definitely becoming cannon

🎵 Super rizz, Super rizz, here comes Clark's Super rizz 🎵

And with that another amazing end to another amazing series, Overall this season was freakin Epic, from the animation, to the music, to the character designs minus the robots, everything was just epic, from Start to finish; only thing to do Now is wait for season 3, but I wanna know you're thoughts, What did YOU think of season 2, and what was your favorite episode or moment from this series, comment or just leave a like if ya enjoyed this Thoughts on series, and lemme know if I should do more of this, Anyway I'mma head out because this took a while for me to write and I'm feeling kinda burnt out, Anyway yeah thank you for reading and I can't wait to see you again in S3, and with that, Superman Saturday's has come to an end, well, for now anyway ^^;

[kanmom51]

JK's live 30 June 2023 12:38 am KST

30.6.2023 12:38 or 00:38 KST

cr./to the creators of the media used in this post.

Before I start talking about the live itself and Seven, of course, let's look for just a second, again, for the fun of it, at the numbers.

12:38 or 00:38 is the time JK started the live.

Do you see what those 2 numbers give us? Side by side?

1 2 3 and 8 and then 3 and 8. Does that help?

123

and

8/11

Do I think he did this on purpose? The 123 yeah, I see that. But the other part, nah? Just a usual lovely stars aligning Jikook coincidence I guess, lol.

Oh, and we also have 12:38 that gives us a 2+8=10 and the 1 and 3 that give us the 13, so:

13/10

So, not too too much happened during the live. JK came, talked a little tiny bit about his upcoming single, working on an album and a little more too, worked out, was his own cute self and dipped.

That was that in a nutshell.

Now let's dive in a little deeper.

JK talked about Seven. Well, telling us it's coming out on the 14 July and that he's excited about it.

There is an album in the works, but not finalized just yet.

Oh, and the MV, it's a wrap, and was fun. Now I'm truly curious.

I did talk about the song not being written by him in my previous post. He heard it with BPD and said he wants to do it a lot. His words.

He heard it, he liked it, he wanted to do it. Not personal, not a life story.

Doesn't mean the lyrics didn't 'speak' to him in a sense. Didn't mean something to him. You can feel connected to a song that isn't written by yourself. But it is something to keep in mind when we hear the song, watch the MV and see the lyrics, lol.

Just side tracking here for a sec to this:

CP says it's sooooo good. I'm gonna trust him on this.

Question I have right now is: Is JM becoming JK's spoiler king?

JK misses Jin and Hobi.

He got a new lip piercing.

What I love about that man is that he's so aware. He knows there are those that do not approve (you know, those idiots that think they have ownership over him or a right to tell him what to do). And yet, he doesn't give a shit. He wanted it, he did it. If they want to accept it they will, if they don't sucks for them. And the thing is that when he says it, he does it so nicely and respectfully. I LOVE IT!!!

He told us he's taking English lessons.

As a matter of fact, he had one just before starting the live.

Funny how both JK and JM seem to be studying English at night.

Remember this?

You know, must be one of those Jikook coincidences.

Nah. Fuck that. They are studying English together. Period.

JK talks about doing intermittent dieting, so he bought snacks but can't eat them just yet.

JK wanting to share but blanking out, lol.

Well, he didn't give us a spoiler, but we did get the next best thing, lol.

We get full JK workout.

Gotta love army edits (some at least, lol)

Poor baby hurt himself.

That was quite a workout.

Well, working out can be alone or together. There are many forms of working out... Does he really want us to wonder all of that?

The duality of this man.

And then.

I absolutely adore that JK has no problem what so ever that we see him like this. No makeup, every hair possible out of place, tired, sleepy, drunk, sad, happy, just bare.

He trusts us to see him bare.

Writing those lines, that sentence, idk why, it brings tears to my eyes.

He's not afraid to be himself. Take it or leave it. Yes, he plays the part of the idol, but he isn't afraid to show us him, a real human being just like us (just way prettier and sexier and more talented and more intelligent and in better shape), as much as he can under the circumstances of being an idol and a celebrity.

How can we not LOVE this young man?

JK ending the live.

So, not so much going on during this live.

I wrote this post based on the translations available. Of course I will watch the live translated and come back with corrections if be needed.

This to me felt more like a scheduled live for him, less one he just wanted to do, to keep connected with us or to convey a message that doesn't have to do with his own promotions (you get what I'm saying). And it makes sense it was pretty much scheduled, given the announcement of his single release. But who cares? We got us some cute ass JK. Just seeing him warms my heart. I assume it has the same effect on you.

I'll leave you with an amusing take on JK's live.

[chestnutracc]

I hate how some people after season 2 are just putting hate on Aziraphale. I mean, he in fact, left the Crowley, but he had his own reasons as well, didn't he? Aziraphale have a very compliceted relationship with heaven but he is in fact an angel and he want to belong there OAAAAAHHHHH—

Quick frame from animatic, u can find it on my instagram for example :) chestnut.racc (quick self advertisment haha)

Anyway, those kind of videos where people are insulting Aziraphale or smth like 'me after s2' and the video of taking of his face or covering them all on some kind of placats. I'm shittin myself. I know that thats grief after the ending but... Man his whole life or more like existance is not ONLY about Crowley in fact :/

Look how we get a chance to speculate why did he do that? What was his reasons? I think that the ending of Good Omens was (not only just marketing catch (that dramatic pause for a kiss and 'betrayal') but also a planned procedure? I love them both [Aziraphale and Crowley] equally so you shouldn't think this is a desperate attempt to protect your favorite (wha de duck I am saying, this series have a few months now so it is not a fresh topic... For me it is oh goddd ANYWAY)

Alr, here is another image so you won't go so quickly and read all that shit or not

Hkhm... Let me give yall a wholeass essay in my second language.

Kidding! Not so extreme. Haha. Anyway. Those are the possibilities why Aziraphale decided that he should leave to heaven. Of course, there could be a few. Or everything. Or none. It's just my personal opinion :)

Again, assumptions, personal opinion, don't want to offend anyone. Thing up⬆️ that's the part where you can argue with me, debate maybe. Whatever. Thing down, I gues bunch of headcanonc? I don't know, they are theories? You can as well say what you think!!⬇️

Goosh, sorry for the mess. Lets start already. Yeah. Uh. Right. Right. Alright. Why Aziraphale chose heaven?

1. Aziraphale overall is an angel... Literally... So uhm he is naturally connected with God, wich he as well worships. He don't have to stand with heaven, but he still has a deep bond with good. Leaving the heaven would be, right, a great decision for his wellbeing. It's clear that he's not on their side. But he did not left his God. Saying 'no' to Megatron would be something that would make him feel terribly guilty and overall devasted, as he would disobey his own moral code and he would gave up a part of himself, I suppose.

2. For 6,000 fuckinf years he had been arguing with himself about feeling for Crowley, right now doesn't matter if platonic, romantic. He was renouncing Crowley so many times that he don't know him, he's not his friend. Yet he could not resist, but be with that redhead. Don't you think that he was having some, oh I don't know, moral crisis? Imagine choosing between two most importanr things? The creature you love and, for Azi, a literall purpose of creation - serving God? Oh man, he was in this state for over 6,000 years. If he would say 'no' then, would he ever get another chance like that to habilitate? He was working so hard, for so long, but he didn't had to chose through all those centuries. Now he had. I guess it's logical, that he choosed his creator.

3. Clear and logical! If Crowley would be back to heaven, he wouldn't have to choose between two thing he loves. Ah you clever one :). Nah. He literally said that he wants to work with Crowley. What can I say more.

4. Obvioulsy, he did not wanted to chose what we know of we SHOULD from serial. And pervious point... And previous previous. It felt like he had been lost or something in it all. I mean, he needed to choose if he wants to take Crowley, if he wants to go back. He was rhinking about the kiss, probably about heaven, what would they say, what would they do. To him, to Crowley. What he should say to Megatron. I suppose he was impetuous with that decision. Imagine lying (he is a damn angel whaaa) to yourself for thousands of years and then just having to confess. Nah, he would like better to stay silent and still lie 🙂 oh god why he is so stupid. Crowley is also stupid. They both are!!!

5. He was mad. Similisr to previous point. He felt like he did not belong with Crowley, as he was devasted. And also Crowley ignored him as well, as Azi ignored Crowley. But i want to focus on thing that he said that he NEEDS him and begged to not to leave him. Easy peasy. No communication between those doveys.

6. He was afraid of loving Crowley as - what would heaven say? What would god say? Will they be happy? Will they be safe? Is it really possible for them to be together? Demon and angel?

7. He considered himself as a failure for Crowley 👍 after he said yes, when Crowley was always saying no.

8. He was afraid of the consequences refusing heaven. Like, he literally was making out with devil, then went o heaven, hell's fire couldn't kill 'him' (ik it was crowley but not for heaven), he was hiding Gabriel, he did not cooperated with heaven. There were a few times when he sinned... A lot. Uhm. Well,I DO have a reason to suppose this could have been some kind of test or something... Because what the hell? From archangel, later no one, then back to the archangel?

Aug! Sorry, long post. Rage hit me. I'm going to sleep now, goodnight :)

[shadowcatzone]

-here's a "crackfic*" *it's not really a fic tho-

Creator: i accidentally revived decarabian.

Venti: HOW DO YOU "ACCIDENTALLY" REVIVE A GOD??????

Creator: i've practiced divine necromancy.

Venti: THAT DOESN'T EVEN MAKE SENSE!!!

Creator, looking down: it wasn't specifically decarabian i just thought his tower was the point with the best overview...

Venti: WHAT IS THAT EVEN- wait. Did you revive everything in old mondstadt?

Creator: ...that was the easiest way to practice-

Venti: OKAY NO TIME!!! I'LL BERATE YOU WHEN WE'RE DONE!!!!

-venti runs off, dragging the creator behind him-

_____

Nameless bard: *confused* ...hhhuh......??

Venti: !! FRIEND!!!!!! *runs up and hugs him*

Nameless bard: *flinches* ??? Who are you? And what the hell is going on...

Venti: *excited* it's me!

Nameless bard: *stares*

Venti:

Nameless bard: ...the elf?

Venti: ...well, my name is Barbatos... but i currently go by Venti...

Nameless bard: oh, i see. Haha, Venti suits you better than barbatos...

Venti: well, what about your name?

Nameless bard: what about my name? ...I guess it suits me?

Venti: no i mean... what's your name?

Nameless bard: *feigning hurt* you don't remember my name?? Didn't i introduce myself as bard?

Venti: *deadpan* those aren't gonna work on me. I'm a bard, too.

Nameless bard: ahahaha, shame. No, my name is Himmel*, i think i told you.

Venti: ...i'm sure you didn't.

Himmel: yes i did! Right after calling you "elf", i introduced myself! ...maybe you don't remember? You were a wisp at the time.

Venti: ...why would you call yourself another word for sky??

Himmel: *chuckles* well... it's the name my parents gave me. Something about, "naming your kids what you wish for the most"! ...by the way, why me...?

Venti: why... what, exactly...?

Himmel: well, you're wearing my face. Kinda.

Venti: oh, uh... umm... i, well, you see- RIGHT right we have to meet the creator right now, let's go!

Himmel: alright, wonderful. On the way there, you can tell me why you look like me, in detail!

Venti: *flinches* ...you're not gonna let this go, are you?

Himmel: well whadd'ya think?

_____

Decarabian: i'm most honored to meet the revered-

Creator: nah man, ya gotta go. *bonks him*

Decarabian: -excuse me?? I don't think i follow- OW

_____

Venti: Creator are you here?

Creator: yyyah

Venti: i want to introduce you to- is that decarabian?

Creator: *bonks the unconscious decarabian* i need a bit more time. *bonks him again*

Himmel: ...that's the person you like so much? ...i already like them.

Creator: *bonks* oh hi. You must be the nameless bard?

Himmel: actually my name's himmel.

Venti: ....how many hp does he have?

Creator: *bonk* 999.550 of 1.000.000

venti: how much dmg do you do...?

Creator: *bonk* i'm not proficient in fighting, so i only do each bonk 1 dmg. *bonk*

Himmel: ...you're gonna be at this for a while....

Venti: i taught you how to use a bow though?

Creator: *bonk* do you see a bow that i missed?

Himmel: that's fair, let me help you~

Venti: -but you also don't use a weap-

Himmel: *bonks decarabian with his lyre* ...2 dmg

Creator: *bonks* 3 dmg per turn! We're gonna be finished within the week! *bonk*

Venti: *stares in abject horror*

Himmel: *bonk*

Creator: *bonk*

Himmel: *bonk*

Venti: ... *charged shot, dealing 22.000 dmg*

Creator: *backing off decarabian* you know what? Why don't you handle this.

Venti: *rolls eyes* ...i'll try, oh revered creator...

Himmel: *stares*

Creator: ...you should take these out by the way.

Himmel: ...what?

Creator: ...the arrows? ...why are these so deep in? Last time i saw you they barely struck your flesh.

Himmel: *looks down* ...i think that may be because Venti hugged me.

Creator: need help with those?

_____

-venti still firing charged shots at decarabian, now down to 600k hp, zhongli storms in-

Zhongli: CREATOR DID YOU- Call... for me...?

Creator: *teary eyed* OH! morax i accidentally revived decarabian! But the director said you were busy...

Venti: wait, you went to Morax first???

Creator: well, yeah...

Zhongli: ...does it physically hurt you people to call me zhongli? ...who's he?

Himmel: hi i'm himmel, ventis friend, i was dead now i'm alive.

Zhongli: Creator. Might i have a word with you.

Creator: no, you have to unalive decarabian.

-venti and zhongli proceeding to beat the crap out of decarabian while himmel braids creators hair-

_____

-*somebody else called him himmel so i did too.

Pls dont bonk me if you dislike it, i have 50Qi hp online. 10 hp in rl

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for ignoring some problems that ended up causing a lot of harm to the world?

Okay, bit of a weird start, I know. So I (20s??) am sorta in a...weird situation. So there's this world I invented, right, basically the sorta thing from your classic TTRPG, mainly for escapism purposes cuz my own world...kinda maybe sucks a little bit. I'll travel into the invented world to get away from the real one, and there's this one little town I like going to in particular, the people there are really friendly, it's nice and quiet so there's not much chance of being disturbed, it's just great.

During the last few trips however, I've been hearing about this great evil that's shown up in the world and causing a lot of harm. I didn't think to look too much into it at first, after all, TTRPG worlds do have their villains from time to time, I figured some sort of adventuring party would show up, band together and deal with the evil. However, as time's been going on, that just...hasn't been happening, and the evil is, well, causing a lot of evil, things are getting pretty dangerous outside of the town that I'm in.

Eventually it got to the point where I figured maybe as the creator of the world, I ought to start investigating myself, after all, I did intend this to be a retreat for myself, I don't want problems to start happening in my escapism world! So on my next trip, I spoke to the innkeeper who said that the evil actually had a bounty poster up on the notice board in the middle of town. This is great for me, now I can start looking into this problem, and hey, the extra cash wouldn't hurt either. So after getting some fighting lessons from another friend and stocking up on supplies I go check out the board, and sure enough, there's the poster.

As I was looking at the picture on the poster I realised that the evil kinda...looked very familiar to me, and my fears were confirmed moments later when the evil herself showed up and started mocking me before blasting me with some sorta...I think it was meant to be a fear spell, but it knocked me out of my world completely, and after dealing with a few...things...on the outside I finally got back to the world to find out that the town had been...completely trashed while I was incapacitated, and that was the moment it hit me that...this "evil" was just the avatar for things outside of this world that I'd been trying to avoid, now coming to hunt me down directly thanks to me running from it for so long, hurting a lot of people in the process.

Now I know that this world is just fictional and all, but at the same time the people in it are still people, and I care a lot about some of them. Maybe if I'd decided to man up and confront all of this sooner, the suffering of people in this world could've been prevented. So I suppose that just leaves me wondering: AITA?

(OOC: This is an ask from the POV of a character from a game I'm working on)

[spectralharvest]

20 Questions for Fic Authors

Thanks for tagging me @sunhatllama although I only have 2 posted fics so this is gonna be kind of sad

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2, although I used to have a lot more that I orphaned because I wrote them when I was 12 and was ashamed of myself lmao

2. What is your AO3 wordcount?

2,242

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I've posted things for Spy x Family and The Longing, although I've been sporadically working on something for South Park

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I only have two but I'll put them here anyway

1.) Happy Endings - My Spy x Family fic about Twilight's mom that I based off of a fan animation. Ironically, a couple months after I posted this, Chapter 62 came out which basically dealt with the same thing lmao

2.) Counting the Seconds - My fic for The Longing, an idle game that I really really love. It's not very popular fic wise though, so it makes sense why it has less kudos.

5. Do you respond to comments?

I keep meaning to, but I get nervous and then forget and by the time I remember, it's way too late to respond. Or at least it feels like it's not socially acceptable anymore.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

None of mine so far have had angsty endings, but I'd probably go with Happy Endings just because there's some canonical character death.

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Counting the Seconds? It's just me going through my favorite ending of the game and what The Shade might have been thinking.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, I don't post enough to get that kind of engagement lol.

9. Do you write smut? If so, which kind?

Nope, I just haven't seen a reason to.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest crossover you’ve ever written?

I have not written crossovers, I like to keep my fandoms separate.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nah, like I said, I haven't done anything notable enough to get my things stolen.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

^^^

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but it does sound kind of appealing. I would worry about dragging down someone else's work though since my work ethic is so goddamn terrible.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Creek!! I actually wasn't all that into them the first time I watched South Park, but when I came back to it years later the Post Covid special had come out and the fact that they were still together 40 years later really cemented them in my heart. I <3 old man yaoi.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have a Creek-focused South Park 60's au that I've been trying to write since June, but I went to work one day with a bunch of ideas and then I left my shift feeling so drained and I haven't been able to get that spark back. I also have a Damianya-focused Spy x Family royalty au based on that one line from chapter 88 but I got too carried away with the planning instead of actually writing.

16. What are your writing strengths?

My roommate (@sunhatllama) says that I conveyed emotions pretty well so I guess I can do that

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

My work ethic :(

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've certainly tried it before with some of the fics I orphaned, and I feel like it can be fine. Nowadays, I'd just rather have it be like "character said something in a different language". idk i don't feel strongly either way

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Gravity Falls! My ff.net account is still up with them but they're BAD. I wrote them when I was like 10 and I don't remember the account info so I can't go and delete them.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Probably Happy Endings, just because I wasn't expecting a lot of engagement but the creator of the fan animation that I based it off of actually found it and left a comment about it! It made me so happy and I was so goddamn happy when I went to high school the next day lmao.

I'm tagging no one because I have no friends heehee

[undercoverwizardfanfiction]

Title: Echoes Part 1

Verse: ROTTMNT

Summary: In science, a echolocation is a method to help those navigate paths they can not see.

Characters: Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael, Michelangelo

Pairings: GO EAT A SOCK!!!!

Warnings: None

“Alright, so, it was the afterlife the entire time?”

“It was! Well, it wasn’t, and then it was! And then it wasn’t again!” Leonardo throws his hands up in the air. He then moves from his sitting position on the couch to a half-crouched position, “But then it was again! And during Lost’s early run, fans were like, ‘bro creators, is this the afterlife?’ and the creators were like, ‘no bro, don’t worry, it's not!’ but THEN IT WAS!!!! How cheap is that?!” Leo says, throwing his hands up. He looks to his therapist for any reaction that indicates he is equally as furious as Leo.

But Dr. Del Toro gives Leo the same half-amused smile Leo has come to expect from the therapist. Leo already had a hard time identifying different types of yokai (even with Hueso’s flashcards), but Dr. Del Toro was on another level entirely. Leo had thought he was a simple minotaur yokai when they first met, but then he had walked out from around his desk, revealing eight spider legs (which he only slightly screamed at). Dr. Del Toro gives him a soft chuckle and a shake of his head before writing to his notes, “I can only imagine how frustrating that was for you.”

“IT WAS!! I watched Dad’s old DVD sets, so when I asked him about it he went on a full rant! Saying, ‘it doesn’t matter if a show’s ending is predictable or depends on predictability to survive so long as it's quality writing!’ And this guy spent years in the Battle Nexus waiting FOREVER to see the finale! I think the stress of waiting is what made him so short!” Leo flings himself back onto the couch with a dramatic sigh and an arm thrown over his face. He then peaks under his forearm to see Dr. Del Toro writing in his notes again, “Soooooo, when do I get to see those? I wanna know how great you think I am.”

“I told you before, we can discuss it when we get further in.”

“Ahhh, that’s no fun.” Leonardo looks at the clock, “Looks like our time is up, Doctor Man.”

“It is, but I have no other patients for today. If you want to share anything else on your mind.”

Leo thinks for a moment. ”Nah, we can talk about How To Train Your Dragon next time,” he says as he grabs the arm of the chair and flips to his feet with his arms out.

He looks back to the doctor, who gives him a polite clap, “Amazing as always, ten out of ten. You should be in the Olympics.”

“Thank you! And thank you for another amazing sesh! I think we’re really making progress, I’ll be sure to add star stickers to my improvement chart when I get home.”

Dr. Del Toro closes his notebook, “Leonardo-”

“Please, I've said before; Leonardo was an old guy who sank on a ship in that other movie that traumatized my Dad. You can call me Leo.”

“Right, Leo. I mentioned in our first session that therapy is different for everyone. Different routines, different paths, and results. But it all depends on the patient. You guide the sessions, so we can talk about movies as much as you want, but we can also talk about other things.”

“Got it, Dr. Man! See you next time!” Leo flashes Del Toro finger guns before he snatches up his coat and heads out the door.

The lobby was empty save for a soft shell in a purple hoodie playing on his phone, who didn’t notice him until he approached. “How’d it go,” Donnie asks, standing up.

“Cardiac as always, (“Cathartic,” Donnie mumbles to correct his brother) I think we’re really breaking down the barriers,” Leo says as he heads to open the door for him, waving to the receptionist, “See you next week Glenda! Good Luck with Candy Crush!!!”

With that, the two were heading out the door. As Leo and Donnie step through, a wave of pink energy shimmers around them, and they find themselves stepping out of a condemned “Hot Gazpacho” restaurant. Leo looks up at the sign, ‘You know, it was a solid business idea. I don’t know why it failed.’

“Are you going to ask that everytime we leave?”

“Maybe,” Leo says with a big grin that makes Donnie roll his eyes good-naturedly as they continue on. The telltale signs of an upcoming holiday season were present in the bright outlines of Santas in the windows and street workers stringing lights overhead. “It’s too soon, right,” Leo asks. “I mean, Halloween was yesterday.”

“It's December 12th, Leo.”

“Oh wow, I really lost track of time this time,” he says with a small laugh. Leo spots a particularly close Santa statue by the store nearest him and elbows Donnie, “I’ll steal that for five bucks.”

“You’re an idiot. Do it for four.”

“No, I have standards!” Leo says with a flip of his mask tails.

“So, um, how did your session go?”

“Great! We talked about the meaning of life. My role as a leader and how it affects my relationship with my brothers. How much dad means to me, all the good stuff you’d see on Oprah.” Leo smiles at Donnie, who gives him a small smile back. But then, even through Donnie’s hoodie, Leo notices his brother’s shoulders are tense. Leo looks around for a moment before realizing that the lights and holiday music, while slightly annoying to him, were probably monstrous on Don’s senses. “Hey, bud, I bet we can grab some pizzas and get home before Raph eats all the chocolate off of Mikey’s chocolate-dipped chocolate.”

“I don't really want-” But Leo had already grabbed his hand and taken off down the street as Donnie shrieked loudly in surprise.

(#)(#)\/(#)(#)

The Hamoto Family celebrated their nondenominational holiday as they did with every other holiday and minor event. With enough enthusiasm and decorations to bankrupt a Hobby Lobby and be shut down by the Fire Department. But since they lived underground and not technically within city limits, they were free to decorate to their hearts' desire! The walls were covered with streamers and tinsel, and a giant tree stood in the center. The holiday tree salesmen said there was no way to get a tree taller than Rockefeller on such short notice. But after much begging from Mikey, Donnie hunted down a giant tree in the hidden city. Was it bigger than the one in Rockefeller? Yes. Did it frequently try to lure them into its branches to trap their souls in its root for all eternity? Also, yes. But they were okay if they kept their wits about them and didn’t stand within its radius for too long.

“Good Evening Hamato Clan,” Leo says, sliding into the lair and raising a box tower of pizzas over his head. Almost comically, Mikey, Casey Jr, and Raph peer around the tree from smallest to tallest, gasping in unison before climbing over each other to reach the twins first. Leo laughs and holds the boxes over his head for just a second. “Back, you beasts! Back!” Leo laughs loudly before jumping back as the pizza boxes disappear under flailing limbs.

Donnie finally arrives after him, and Leo dives behind his unofficial twin, holding his shoulders to use him as a shield. “What- HEY,” Donnie exclaims.

“Protect me from the savages! I’m too handsome to be cannibalized!”

“I guarantee you, there are better options in this room,” Donnie yells, trying to squirm free.

He gives Leo a well-aimed hard elbow to the ribs, to which Leo lets out an overdramatic “OOF!” and stumbles back. Leo sticks his tongue out at Donnie before returning to the mass of flailing limbs. “Hey, heathens, did I get a package while I was out?”

Mikey sticks his head up, looking away from the feeding frenzy with enough cheese and pepperoni on his chin to look like a Santa beard, “Yeah, an hour ago. I put it on your bed.”

“Thanks, Hermano! Save some for Donnie and me, and be careful! One of those has pickles, bananas, and mint frosting,” Leo yells as he slips away. That's when he hears Raph suddenly gag behind him, and Leo realizes he warned them too late and laughs to himself.

Leo runs out of the room, away from the muffled sounds of the feeding frenzy. Somehow smiling bigger when he sees the small box. He tears it open ravenously and holds up what looks like an ugly holiday hoodie with the overly obnoxious pattern he detested in Christmas sweaters. But if you looked closer, you would see the reindeer had hockey sticks for antlers, and Santa had a hockey mask.

This year was special for several reasons, especially with the influx of new friends, which was reason enough to drive Leo to work harder. Mikey and Splinter had been working on new Christmas recipes since they re-released Pumpkin Spice (Was it too early? Absolutely. Did they care? Absolutely not). Leo had been determined to make sure everyone had a sweater, but Mikey had already claimed responsibility for getting the former Warlord turned Cafeteria Worker/Coparent/It's complicated a sweater. This was despite Draxum swearing he did not want one. But Leo remembered the conversation with Mikey going something like: “The idea of wearing a sweater to pay homage to the fat man of the holiday is abused.”

“Well, ok. I won't make you one.”

“No, if you insist-”

“I’m really not insisting, Draxum. It’s ok if you don’t-”

“Just make me the damn sweater.”

Leo had wanted to include Casey Senior and Senior Hueso in the festivities, but Casey informed them she and her (known) family were spending the holidays in Arizona. It had been disappointing, but it also meant they had a bit longer before they had the awkward “hey, this is your son from the future, hope that doesn’t make you feel awkward” conversation. And Hueso was spending Christmas with his own family as well. Leo picks up the sweater and enjoys its pattern for a moment before heading out his bedroom door.

“What did Leo say?”

Leo freezes, instinctively stepping back and hiding behind the nearest pillar just as he hears footsteps from the living room.

“Raph, I told you before-”

“I know, I know.” Raph's heavy footsteps and Donnie’s lighter ones stop. Raph’s footsteps hurry over to check his subway car, probably to make sure Leo isn’t around, before he steps back, “I’m just worried about him, you know? He still doesn’t really talk about the Kraang incident and what happened in the Prison Dimension.”

“He told us about the nightmares, and he’s going to therapy. I think that's progress you should give him credit for.”

“I know, I know. Leo just came back so badly beaten after that. He couldn’t walk for a week.” A shift in Raph’s tone tells Leo he’s looking at the ground. A part of him wants to break out of his hiding spot and hug him but decides against it, “You’ve been bunking with him, right? Has he been sleeping better?”

“I think for the most part. Leo gets up in the middle of the night sometimes to walk around. I’ve caught him in a few nightmares, but I’ve managed to coax him out of them by rubbing his shell and/or holding his hand without waking him up.” Donnie pauses. A small step forward makes Leo imagine that Donnie has put his hand on Raph’s shoulders, “The truth is, none of us were ok after what happened. And there are things we still struggle with and might not be okay for a while. The important thing is to let us heal at our own paces, including Leo. So give him time. Ok?”

The oldest lets out a sigh, and again Leo has to fight the urge to break his hiding spot and hug him, “Yeah, I’ll let it go for now.”

“Thank you. I can’t say he’d do the same for us but it's a start.”

The two go their way, but Leo doesn’t move. Instead, he slides down to the ground with his knees to his chest. He looks at the sweater in his hands before sighing and pressing his face into the fabric.

(#)(#)\/(#)(#)

Later that night, after everyone's fallen asleep, Leo finds himself dying of thirst. Leo slaps at his bedside table from the confines of the comforter he was wrapped in. He knocks over a stack of comics in the process before he realizes the glass is not in his reach. He opens his mouth to let out a loud dramatic groan when he suddenly remembers his roommate and slaps his hands over his mouth. Leo looks over to the pull-out mattress to check on him. Thankfully Donnie is still fast asleep with his arms splayed out in an octopus-like manner. Leo can’t help the smile that forms on his face as he reaches down and pulls his blanket over his shoulders. “Thanks for standing up for me today, bud,” he says softly before climbing over his sleeping form [careful not to knock over Don's Novelty Jupiter Jim Cup] and into the dark home.

Leo knows it would only arouse suspicion if he isolated himself. So after he gives Casey Jr his new sweater, Leo sticks around. The blue turtle helps Mikey with his baking, steals Raph’s favorite holiday bear, and gets chased around the lair for four hours. He re-teaches Casey why they hang stockings by the fire (then got corrected by Donnie), and overall, he had a pretty fun afternoon and evening. Every time he starts to think about Donnie and Raph’s conversation, he has to redirect his thoughts.

If he thinks about the conversation, he’ll think about therapy. If he thinks about therapy, he’ll think about the Krang.

Even the word caused Him to have such an intense tremor Mikey stopped decorating the tree to give him a concerned look. But being the expert liar that he was, Leo managed to brush it off and pull on one of the holiday sweaters he had gotten last year, and they set about their tasks again.

The truth was, there was nothing to talk about. Leo was fine. He was fine when he wasn't thinking about it. In fact, Leo was great when he wasn't thinking about it. In fact, he was so great and fantastic about everything that happened that he forgot to drink any water today.

He flutters his hands before he rubs at his eyes. Muscle memory helps him navigate the new cracks from the Krang invasion (they’d fix them eventually, but he didn't feel like piling on unnecessary strain to his already stressed-out soft shell.). The kitchen's light flared in his vision, causing him to rub his eyes again. “Stupid brain,” he says. Thankfully, the kitchen was covered in unpacked grocery bags. He manages to dig out a box of extra large stuffed lemon-flavored Oreos and digs around for the second package. When he doesn’t find it or the new bottle of hot sauce, he lets out a scoff. Of course, they forgot his snacks. Leo knows there is no way one package of Oreos would hold him over, and he stuffs five into his mouth as he reaches into the bag again. When his fingers don’t find what they’re looking for, he groans and goes through the next bag.

“The hot sauce is behind the toaster.”

“Right, thanks, Raphie.” Leo reaches behind the toaster and pulls out the glass, half-empty bottle of hot sauce. He douses the lemon Oreos remaining in the package, and as he stuffs his cheeks, he realizes the voice sounds nothing like his older brother. In fact, according to the Tik Tok voice-overs he had made, it sounded a lot like-

Leo, his cheeks stuffed with Oreos like a chipmunk and toasters in hand, turns slowly to the form he just noticed sitting at the kitchen table. The missing box of Oreos cracked open next to the other missing bottle of hot sauce. A mechanical Raph-like arm dips the cookie inside before taking a bite, “Oh man, nightmares be damned. Do you know the last time I had Oreos that weren’t ten years past their expiration date?” The older turtle holds an oreo to the light to inspect it, “I almost forgot they were black and white.” He notices Leo’s silence and looks over to him before holding it out, “Did you want the double stuffed?”

Any scream Leo tries to make is muffled by a throat full of Oreos. In a panic, he drops the toaster on his foot, drawing another secondary muffled scream (this one of pain) as he bounces on his undamaged foot for a few moments while hearing, “Oh, ow, be careful- careful, there’s the cabinet- metal that's metal! Don't step on the metal!!” Finally, after a whirlwind of pain and panic, a pair of hands catch Leo by the forearms and steal him. The tall look-alike moves down to look the young turtle in the eye with a soft and calming smile as he speaks. “See, everything is fine.”

Leo pauses, finally swallows the Oreos, and screams at the top of his lungs.

[bora-panda]

TWD Daryl Dixon Aroace

The Walking Dead Headcannon

Okay. I’ve had this headcannon for quite a while now and I can’t think of a better place than Tumblr to spew it out. 

I’ve been watching The Walking Dead for about a year now (I’ve almost finished season 10) And through the entirety of what i’ve watched I feel sooo strongly that Daryl is Aroace (or at least Aromantic)

He has never had a love interest despite him being a main character amongst many, most all of which have a love interest (or at least mention of one). Many people think he had a romantic relationship with Carol, Beth, and Connie (not all at once...) throughout the show. And you can see them however you want of course, but I never saw those as anything more than a very strong bond of unromantic love (similar to Daryl and Rick’s relationship). I feel like Aroace is such a hard concept for (non aroace) people to understand. Romantic love is shown in almost every single piece of media, and its forced so much into the spotlight, so many people don’t realize that non-romantic love is just as strong of love as romantic. The relationship Daryl has with Carol, Beth, and Connie throughout the show is such a unique thing to see in shows like this, where romance is forced so hard with every character to make things more interesting. But the fact that Daryl has multiple characters that we see him have a very strong bond with, and none of them are canonically said to be romantic, proves my headcannon further. 

Him and Connie are probably my favorite duo. And I was worried for a second that they would become romantic, but then I saw a scene that really solidified my aroace Daryl headcannon. S10:E6 (about 13 min in) Daryl and Carol are talking and Carol mentions Connie, asking if they’re anything special. Daryl replies “Nah, it’s not like that. Not at all” 

Not to mention that there are many canonically queer characters in TWD already. Obviously there could/should be more, but...as far as tv shows go I feel like they did a good job normalizing it within the series. For instance, Aaron has said on many occasions “the man I am in love with”, and there has never been a negative reaction from the characters to that.  Aroace is just such an unknown identity within the queer spectrum, so I feel like it wouldn’t ever happen canonically, purely cause they wouldn’t know it’s a thing.

I’m just sayin’ in a show where most every single character has a love interest or some sort of romantic thing, the fact that a main character that’s been there since the very beginning hasn’t showed even an interest in having one...in the span of 13 years since the beginning of the apocalypse, or even mention of one before then, sounds pretty aro to me.

Idk...I like it. He’s my blorbo and I love him. So I will indeed queer-ify him mmhm. If he ever gets a love interest I will...idk...not do anything I guess but I will be very very sad.

(ummm ok. Just found out he got a love interest.....but I stand by what I said, every BIT OF IT. Still a very valid headcannon. Like it makes so much sense, the creators are just cowards that probably don’t even know aroace is a thing. But if aroace was a more well known identity, I really feel like that is the path they would have taken with Daryl’s character. That is all :))

[megamanrecut]

Become the Night part 7: Elec Man asks for Assistance

A smart tapping sound came from Proto's door. Proto groaned irritably into his pillow, then climbed out of bed. The cleaning drones (the type billionaires owned) always came promptly at eight 'o clock. When he opened the door, they fanned out across his room, making his bed and tidying up his room with quick quiet efficiency before whisking away like mice.

But this morning, Proto swatted away the hovering valet drone as he dressed in his charcoal suit, leaving his hair untidy, the tie off, and his jacket unbuttoned. As he slipped on his aviator sunglasses, he regarded himself in the mirror again, feeling he was starting to look like his own familiar self again. Now, if he could just be downstairs, closer to action…

Proto cricked his neck. He didn't like taking orders or doing paperwork—he missed the freedom he had working with Dr. Wily, of flying the Skullker, doing whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. He now realized what Elec Man's creator's long game was for him. Interfering bastard. Well, Proto had his own long game with the Syndicate. Working with Elec Man would be very different (he couldn't manipulate him like he could Dr. Wily), but interesting—he had no clue how to escape the situation in the long run, but acting nice would at least get him closer to what he wanted. All he had to do was be patient.

So that afternoon, when Elec Man called him to Fulmen Financial's lobby, he decided to play it cool.

He watched as Elec Man's pale eyes flickered over his change of appearance before quickly looking away again. Proto stuffed his hands in his pockets and leaned against the wall next to Elec Man's desk, smirking. "What's up, boss?"

Elec Man steepled his fingers, watching Proto from the corner of his eye. "I have been thinking over our last few conversations, and, in light of your…'ambitions,' I think I should have you transferred."

Proto's smirk faded. "…What does that mean? Like I work for another Syndicate Robot Master? I wanna work for you, boss. I don't wanna work for some other bot I don't even know."

Though Proto resented working for anyone at all, his words were otherwise sincere. He could tell Elec Man was of two minds about something, and he waited hopefully.

Sure enough, Elec Man hesitated, then added, "I…was wondering…" He broke off, his gaze shifting ahead toward the lobby doors, "…If you'd like to accompany me on a visit to Tech Expression Lab."

Proto's pulsar pulse began to beat faster. A mission. "Never heard of it," he admitted.

Elec Man was still staring at the doors. "It's an office owned by a mob who call themselves the 'Peacekeeping Collective.' You probably haven't heard of them either."

"Nah, all you mobs are kinda the same to me," Proto replied pleasantly, taking a casual step closer to Elec Man. Up until this point, most of his interactions with Elec Man had been distantly formal, as though Elec Man were still looking at him through the bars of a cell like the first night Proto had been captured.

With a small sniff, Elec Man muttered, "Well, they're no more than an obscure footnote in crime, really—just a bizarre, irrelevant little mob who stole from a much bigger mob."

Proto took another step closer. "And you want to know what they stole?"

Elec Man nodded. "Pharaoh Man said it was software…but he didn't think it was anything important."

"But you think otherwise?" Proto filled in quietly. He could tell Elec Man was still waging an internal war between his responsible side and his reckless side—and Proto was rooting for the reckless side to win. "Computers are your thing…are you often wrong?

"No…" Elec Man murmured, his eyes briefly flickering up to look at Proto's aviators before looking away again.

"And you want me to come along to be your street-level crook's perspective," Proto mused, rubbing his chin.

At this, Elec Man shot Proto a reproving glare. "You're not a 'street-level crook,' you're a wannabe criminal, and this won't be dangerous," he responded flatly. "I just need a lookout who can pass as human, that's all. Do you want to come or not?"

Proto gave an amused snort. "You're asking for my permission? Can't you just order me to accompany you?"

"No, your job is to do paperwork," Elec Man responded haughtily. "This is just a one-time thing."

"And you don't want to ask Pharaoh Man to come with you?"

"He is busy dealing with the illegal antiquities trade."

"…Does Pharaoh Man think this is a bad idea?" Proto asked keenly, his amusement growing as he smiled down at Elec Man.

Elec Man bristled. "I can order you to keep quiet about it and not ask questions," he snapped crossly.

"Fine by me, boss," Proto responded with a snicker. "Let's roll."

To be continued…

[spnae]

It all started with Spike having nightmares about the woman he loves prompting him to go to her; before a demon got there first. Now where will it lead them? What new challenges will they face in a world with multiple Slayers? Nearly all major characters will eventually make an appearance. Essentially this is a very Spuffy centered continuation of the series.

Rated for sexual content. Canon typical violence and themes. I will try to add appropriate warnings as needed although I think these should suffice for the majority of the story.

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“Slayer Central Rome! You got a baddie, we’ll get stabby!”

Spike chuckled “Bloody Hell, Willow is that you? I thought you were in Tibet or some such.”

“Yeah, we just got back a couple of weeks ago, who is this?”

He was starting to get annoyed, “Oh now come on Red, I don’t have time for this bollocks.”

“Spike?” Willow squeaked.

“Course it’s me, I need to speak with Buffy, she around?”

There was a pause on the other end before Willow sputtered, “Hang on, how?”

“I thought Angel said he filled you in, or at least Andrew would have, the git.”

Willow tried to backpedal a little. The call had completely taken her by surprise. “Well sort of… not really. Andrew said you were back but that you didn’t want us telling Buffy until you could talk to her yourself.”

“Bollocks, yeah I guess I did… look, you heard about the apocalypse we put a pin in?” He huffed.

“Well sure, I make Angel check in on all the big stuff, especially now since I guess he’s back on our side. He didn’t sound all that great when he called last.”

“Well no, I suppose not. The man nearly got cut in half, didn’t he now? He’s on the mend… it’s not over by a long shot.”

“So he said…” she sounded doubtful.

“Right, well anyway, that’s not why I’m calling.”

“Why are you calling? What happened to you? Angel didn’t say; in fact, I kinda thought you might have been dusty.”

Spike let his shoulders relax a little, “Me? Nah, not this time anyway. I’m alright or will be. Look Red, I really need to talk to Buffy.”

“She’s not here, not in Rome I mean.”

That made him tense again. “Fu— well when will she be back?”

Willow was starting to get a little uneasy, she couldn’t remember the last time Spike had sounded so agitated. “Probably not for a while, maybe a few more weeks. What’s this all about, Spike?”

Spike sat down roughly into a chair, “It started a few days after this last big one. I— shit I don’t know— I keep having dreams. It’s one of the lesser demons that came through. The damn thing escaped, along with countless others I’d wager, but this one— I- it’s hunting for Buffy. I’ve tried to do some research here but I’m not the bloke for it and ours is gone. Near as I can tell, I think I must have killed its mate and now it’s gunning for Buffy.”

“Wait, but Buffy—“

“Is in trouble, think this is some sort of empathic, telepathic or some-pathic demon. How it knows about Buffy, I don’t know, unless it read me somehow. I’m trying to get a better bead on this thing if I can.” He snapped.

Damn it, this shouldn’t be so sodding hard.

Willow’s voice grew increasingly more concerned, and he could almost picture the pained expression on her face when she spoke. “But these dreams, they are just dreams, right? I mean you’ve never had prolific dreams have you?”

“Not exactly normal for me, no. So that’s what I thought too. I was pretty banged up myself and I just thought it’d messed with my head, right? But then the dreams kept coming… I need to warn her, help her, I need to do something.” He wanted to punch something.

“Spike, I don’t know where she is, exactly…”

He growled, “For Pete’s sake Willow, you don’t stop, I'm going to come to Rome and bite you.”

“Cranky, Spike, I get it! Look, Sunnydale was rough on all of us, and you know Buffy. She was actually really holding it together until a few weeks ago, she sort of ended things with the guy she’d been seeing. Kennedy and I had just got back when we heard LA was still standing, so we sort of convinced her to take some time off since it’s been pretty quiet here.” Willow added defensively.

He sputtered at that, mind spinning, “Time off? You’re jokin’; You mean to tell me I’m worried sick here and she’s on a bloody— she went on sodden holiday!?”

“Uhh huhh…” He could hear the blush in her voice.

“You got contact information or something for the girl or what?”

“Her last email was a few days ago; she was in Paris,” she hedged.

“Pa-Paris? She ah— she’s not, you know, with- she’s not still with The Immortal is she?” A rock had dropped in the pit of his stomach, he didn’t think he could stand hearing it.

“The Immortal? How did you- Andrew— of course—“ Willow groaned, “no, that was the guy I mentioned. I didn’t really get to know him. She’s totally been on a solo trip. Sort of a soul-searchy bohemian kind of thing. I have a cell phone number for her, but she’s been keeping it turned off a lot. I usually just leave messages and she calls back when she can or we email. She’s really burned-out right now so we’ve been giving her some space.”

Spike pinched the bridge of his nose.

I’m not in the mood for this nonsense…

“Yeah well this thing catches up with her and she’s going to be burned to a crisp if she’s not prepared for it.”

“I'd be more worried about her staking you for not telling her you’re back.”

He smirked. She might have a point there— “I’ll handle Buffy.”

“She might be kinda pissed. I mean I only had an idea because when Angel called about the apocalypse he mentioned you were with him on it so then I drilled Andrew while Buffy was out. And none of us really knew if we could trust Angel or not—“

“And so, me? Bugger…” he groaned.

“I didn’t say anything— I didn’t want to upset her or—” she let out a little whimper “And you know what! I don’t remember getting any calls from you mister!”

“Yeah, alright, luv, steady on, you got me. Just being protective. Believe me, I get it. Lot of that goin’ round.”

Willow faltered slightly, “Well good, as long as we all have her best interest at heart.”

“Trust me, that’s all I want.”

“Fine, you got a pen?” Willow rattled off the number while Spike scribbled it down.

“Right, thanks Willow, I mean it. If you get a hold of her, let her know I’m coming. I’d rather not surprise her like that if I can avoid it. I’ll try calling but it doesn’t sound like I’ll have much luck.” He paused, hesitating, “Will— I never wanted to— damn. I was just trying to take some time to figure things out, I didn’t want— forget it. That’s for Buffy’s ears. I’m catching the next flight I can get, with any luck I can beat this nasty to her.”

“Hang on a minute,” there was a slight rustling and clicking on Willow’s end, “wait, here it is. Humm ok, Spike, think she might be staying somewhere close to the Eiffel Tower. I remembered she included a couple of pictures in the email and it was in the background of two of them, but in the distance, I think they might be from her hotel balcony.”

“That’ll narrow the search a bit. At least I got a slightly smaller haystack…” He eyed the phone number he had written down. A tangible thread connecting him to her.

Willow bit her lip, she hadn’t been able to give him much to go on, but hopefully it would be enough, “Good luck!”

*****

Night had already fallen when the plane touched down at the Paris airport. Spike was really missing the private jet. He scrambled out of the luggage compartment where he had stowed away. He was definitely glad the trip was over. At least he had a cell phone with him. He used it to call Willow back to see if she could help out with identifying the demon, she had only come up with a few more tidbits of information. He also tried calling Buffy a few times, as expected it went straight to voicemail.

Spike immediately started towards the Eiffel Tower. What else could he do except start there and work his way out just hoping to catch her scent? It was nearly dawn when he finally did just outside of a little corner cafe. It was a quaint section of the city, perfect for someone looking for the full Paris experience without being right in the thick of it. He should have known she’d be somewhere like this, he thought. He stood on the street inhaling deeply to follow her scent. It led him to a relatively small hotel. The upper floors would have balcony views of the tower for sure.

“Excusez-moi,” he called to the receptionist “Vous parlez anglais? Mon français est un peu rouillé.”

“Oui, yes, how can I help you?” The receptionist answered, taking in his rather rough appearance.

“I’m looking for a friend of mine, I believe she’s staying here. Summers, is the name. Belle, petite, blonde?”

“Ah! Oui, she has been with us for nearly a week. We thought she must be waiting for a lover, but when none joined her…” again the receptionist looked him over skeptically.

“Got held up,” Spike said, bristling a little.

“Oui, monsieur.”

He cleared his throat, “Eh could you tell me which room she’s in?”

The receptionist gave a curt nod, “Oui monsieur, one moment please. Would you like me to call up for you?”

“That won’t be necessary, just the number, s'il vous plaît.”

Minutes later Spike stood outside Buffy’s door wondering if he should’ve let the receptionist call. His stomach clenched and he bounced on the balls of his feet trying to dispel some of the tension in his body. He flexed his fingers and balled up his fist nervously.

No, it’s best to just get it over with.

He reached out to knock, hesitated again, and rapped the door with his knuckles. When she didn’t initially respond, he knocked a little harder. An older man poked his head out of the door across the hall but went back in at the sight of him. Spike swore under his breath and knocked again.

From the other side he could hear her familiar voice answer “Just a minute! Eh… Une minute, une minute! I’m coming!”

He chuckled and his throat suddenly constricted. A moment later the door opened a crack. He could see her adjusting her bathrobe before looking up at him properly. As she did, her mouth fell open, “S—Spike?” She rubbed her eyes with one hand.

“Hello Buffy,” he said, running a nervous hand over the back of his neck. Almost not daring to look at her.

“Is- is it— really you?” She stammered as she opened the door a little wider.

“Yeah, it’s really me, Love, in the flesh. You look...”

“How?”

“I- well, Willow told me where I could track you down. Mind if we have this conversation inside, please?”

That seemed to bring her back a bit, “You talked to Willow?”

“That’s how I found you. Mind if I come in? We need to talk.”

“Understatement,” she answered numbly as she opened the door further for him, revealing the small crossbow she held relaxed towards the floor, “when did you get back?”

“Let’s start with something less complicated, shall we?”

Buffy turned into her rather comfortable room, letting him pass before setting the crossbow on a little table by the door, “Such as?”

“Well, I don’t know if I should start with how amazing you look, the big bad that’s hunting you down, or the fact that you apparently haven’t been checking your messages.”

”This was supposed to be a vacation.” Buffy sat on the edge of the bed, her bathrobe slipping distractingly revealing the edge of a little cotton nightie. Buffy noticed Spike’s gaze and composed herself halfheartedly.

Let him look— she thought.

“So what’s the big bad?” Her tone was almost business-like, but she sat staring at him.

He looked a little banged-up but it suited him, in a ‘worrier-after-battle’ sort of way. He had a few cuts and bruises that weren’t quite healed and he seemed to be moving a little stiffly; she suspected bruised ribs. There was a particularly bad cut across his cheekbone. Otherwise, he looked good. Really good.

God, I missed him— in more ways than one.

“I’d almost forgotten how beautiful you are,” he said softly.

She scrunched her hair that was still pulled back into a low ponytail. It was mussed from sleep and little tendrils had escaped, “You too,” she sighed, “What is this, Spike? Are you here because of this big bad or for me? A little warning would have been nice.”

He scratched the back of his neck again in frustration, “Slow down, Love. Now if you’d check your bloody messages you’d already have a general idea; not to mention that my appearance here might’ve been a bit less… ya know-“

“Shocking?” She pinned him with a deadly stare.

He deflated a little, “I was going to go with ’awkward’, but ‘shocking’ does the job.” He shifted his stance and gave her a nervous smile, “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining about the rather fetching robe here but you’ll probably want to throw on something you can fight in. I got a feeling it’s not far behind. Maybe a day or two if we’re lucky.”

Bugger all, William, you sound like an idiot.

Buffy pulled her robe around her a little tighter and steeled her jaw, “Big bad is a day maybe two out, you haven’t seen or talked to me since you went out with a bang, and you’re seriously worried about my bathrobe not being ‘fighty’ enough?” she gave him a look of mock confusion.

Spike dipped his head and clenched his jaw.

She’s got me there…

“Sound like a prat when you put it like that,” he cleared his throat, “I have tried to call you. Willow too, you know.”

Buffy reached inside the nightstand drawer to retrieve her phone, a ‘Full Mailbox’ warning and several missed calls greeting her. “Ohh… yeah I should probably remember to take that with me,” she frowned, “alright, fill me in, what brings you to Paris?”

Spike sighed, as he threw his leather jacket onto a spindled chair. Then walked around to sit in the other one on the opposite side of a small table. He didn’t dare get close, not yet.

Well she still hasn’t hit me yet, that’s promising— still early though. She’s so beautiful.

He flexed his hand, he wanted nothing more than to advance, but not yet. The truth was that this was one reason he hadn’t called or sought her out before. He had been taking some time to figure out who he was and where he fit in without a woman in his life and he knew if he was with her he’d stay. As an ally or as a lover he’d stay.

The time he spent in LA had given him time to think. Getting a talking to from Andrew, of all people, had given him even more to think about. It wasn’t about who he was with but rather what he was doing. Fighting the good fight, feeling a little more sure of his place in the world. That said, he also knew there was still no other place he’d rather do that than by her side if she would have him. She deserved to hear it from him. He owed her at least that much.

Spike sat with his elbows on his thighs, clasped his hands together and looked directly into her eyes “Firstly Love, it’s a bit of a long story.”

“Oh look, we have nothing but time,” she narrowed her eyes at him, “I’m listening.”

Spike cleared his throat, “It starts with that shiny bauble you gave me. It got sent back to Angel. He opens the package and poof I’m standing in his office. One minute I’m right where you left me. Lit up like a torch, my insides boiling, flesh burning. Savin’ the world so the woman I love can live in it; and the next thing I know, I’m standing in the middle of Angel’s desk.”

She relaxed a little, “You’re joking.”

Spike shook his head, “Afraid not. Spent a good chunk of time incorporeal. Made a right mean ghost, I did.”

“You’re not joking.”

“Nope. Then when I finally got all solid again…” he paused and stood up, “look, I was going to come find you. I started out— I just, well I didn't— I didn’t know what to say or how you’d react. Then I got to thinking maybe it was for the best.” He hesitated and swallowed a lump in his throat, “I sort of wanted to see who I was on my own. Trying to find my own way, figure out if I had a bigger purpose,” his voice was horse, his throat suddenly felt raw, “there was a lot going on in LA and I just sort of decided to stay. Do what I could to help. Turns out it was a good thing I did stay, not that the great ungrateful ponce will ever admit it.”

“You chickened out.”

He resumed his seat across from her, “But don’t you see? I’m glad I did. It gave me a chance to work through some things.”

“Alright, so working with Angel helped you work through whatever it was you needed to work through. And it had nothing to do with, I don’t know, finding someone else or—” she fidgeted with the belt on her robe nervously.

“Is that jealousy? Haven’t you heard anything I’ve been saying? I needed time for myself, Love. You’re still the only woman I can think about,” Spike ran his hand roughly over his leg, “look alright— I’ll admit when I got my body back I- I did something I regret. Yeah. But that made me realize I couldn’t just run right back to you. Not just then.”

Buffy looked down at her knees. When she looked back up her eyes were shining with tears, “I missed you… I- how could you just–“ she stood up and started to pace. “Spike, I’m really, really trying to understand this. Taking time for solo reflection and soul searching is not a new concept for me. Hell that’s what this little vacation is supposed to be all about! But I— I thought you were dead! Dusty-dead! Do you have any idea what that did to me? Did you care about that?”

“I’m sorry, Lo—“ he started to say but he was cut short when Buffy punched him in the face and followed it with a kick that sent him toppling off his chair and into the wall.

“You’re sorry? I tell you ‘I love you’, just before you die and you can’t even call me up to tell me you’re not actually dead? You could have told me you needed time, you could have said you wanted to work some things out, but no…” her eyes burned with the tears she was working hard to hold back. “So you’ve been in LA, with Angel of all people?”

“I— yeah alright, I deserve that,” he said, feeling his jaw. He stood up holding up a placating hand, fixing the chair, “You’re right to be upset. I should have let you know what was going on.”

She sniffed angrily but didn’t speak.

“Look, Buffy, I— there’s no love loss between him and me. Too much history there, bit like working with family I’d wager. But, it was time well spent.”

“I sure hope so. You’re lucky I don’t stake you… or at least beat you up some more. God I missed you,” she sat back down with a huff.

“Missed you too, Love,” he grinned.

She took a deep breath, calming herself down, “I’m still trying to get around you and Angel buddy-copping around LA. I’ll assume that’s what triggered the apocalypse.”

“Yeah, you might be closer to the truth than I care to think about right now,” he said, sitting down again. “In all seriousness, Buffy, we lost good people. People I actually cared about. After this last one— I was laid up for a bit, and then the dreams started…” he moved to take a seat next to her on the bed as he continued filling her in. When he finished, Spike turned to her, “…So that’s why I’m here now.” He moved a strand of hair from the side of her face, she didn’t flinch or move his hand “I’m sorry, Buffy.”

Buffy suddenly stood up, and started to pace, “Okay—” she took a deep breath, “okay, I heard you out. I think I understand this thing. Now I want you to understand something,” she turned to him sharply, “I need you to understand that while you were dead, ghostly, undead and worst of all, silent. I was mourning the man I love,” she paused, waiting for him to respond.

Spike was dumbstruck, “Did you say—“

“Glad I got your attention. When you died, I had fallen in love with you, with the man you were— are, becoming.”

“Buffy?” He stood up and placed his hands gently on her shoulders to stop her pacing. “All I can say is that I’m here now. I’ll stay with you for as long as you want me,” he kissed her forehead “I’m sorry I didn’t call, Love .”

Buffy shuddered a moment, her head buried in his shoulder letting a few tears fall. Then she straightened up looking him squarely in the face “I’m not sure if I’m ready to forgive you yet.”

His head was spinning, she said she had fallen in love with him. Love— that was better than forgiveness. “I deserve that.”

She shifted slightly, “You said we have some time before this thing comes, right?”

He gripped her shoulders gently, “I think so… probably not much. It has my scent, it’s liable to follow me right to you. I’d only hoped to get to you first and figured we’d come up with a plan together.”

“Big bad, two heads, breaths fire, it has some freaky telepathy mojo, and you already killed one by cutting off its heads right?”

“That’s right,” his throat went dry as she ran her hand over his bicep and he suppressed a moan at her touch. She tilted her head towards him slightly, watching his eyes.

“This was supposed to be a vacation. I just have the one little crossbow, a small ax, and a few stakes. What do you have?” She asked as she continued to run her hand up his arm, stopping at the sleeve of his black t-shirt.

Spike swallowed nervously, “Traveling light are you?”

“I brought more shoes than weapons, and saved room for shopping, so yeah.”

“I got a few goodies that should help us out, they’re there in the duffel.”

“So really what you’re saying is that we have what we need already and there isn’t anything more we can do about this thing until nightfall, am I right?”

He cleared his throat, “Suppose that’s right.”

She let her hand skim over his chest, God I missed him— “You probably need to get cleaned up after your trip, maybe get some sleep? I normally go down to the café for some breakfast about this time. Do you want me to get you anything? I think there is a butcher’s shop nearby, you’ll need your strength.”

He glanced down at the hand she held to his chest, “Yeah alright, I guess I could eat,” her sudden domestic tone coupled with her tender touch was throwing him off and he wasn’t sure what else to say. The truth was that he was nearly starving.

“An assortment of pastries, pig’s blood for you, and coffee for me? Unless you’re interested in doing a little catching up?” she couldn’t help herself, she shot him a sultry smile. She really had missed him, all of him.

“All sounds good, Pet, but ah-” he watched her hand traveling up his arm, “Are you sure you really want to jump back in it with me? I just mean—” he broke off, taking a step back. “It’s been a while. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve dreamed about picking up where we left off but… thing is- Buffy, I know you just ended a relationship, and I haven’t exactly been forthright. You clocked me pretty good there but I figure I deserve worse than that.”

“You’re right. I know, a lot has happened and I don’t care, you’re here and I still love you. Shut up,” she said as he started to open his mouth, “I’ve had lots of time to process. You’re right, I did just end a relationship. It was a stupid rebound thing, and the truth is that it actually helped me sort out a few things myself.”

“Now hang on-“

“No, I’m talking. Do you know why I’m not freaking out more than I am? Because I’m just so damn happy to see you. It's like none of that other stuff matters just as long as you’re really here,” she paused briefly for a breath, ”in case you’ve forgotten, you’re not the first boyfriend I’ve had to come back to the land of the living.”

She pulled herself away and walked over to the open window, the morning light was coming nearer now.

“Did you just say boyfriend?”

“Can we stay on topic, please?” Buffy asked as she closed the window and pulled the blinds shut against the sun.

He stepped back over to her pulling her close, “Thought I was. Go on then.”

She didn’t speak right away, instead, she just stood reveling in the feeling of him holding her. “After Sunnydale, do you know what I regretted most?”

“What’s that?”

“The thing I regretted most was not having more time getting to know who you were becoming. I was falling for you, even then with everything going on. I know that now.”

“Buffy—”

She shook her head sadly, “I missed having you in my life. Maybe it is good you did take some time before coming to see me.”

“Yeah?”

“Now you’re back, I don’t intend on letting you go, William.”

He locked eyes with her “‘William’, am I? You’re serious then? About me; Us?”

In reply she pulled him into a deep tender kiss then said, “I am. You are, aren’t you?”

“I’d go to hell and back for you, Buffy, you know that.”

“Didn’t exactly answer the question.”

“I’m with you, Slayer, I love you.”

“Good. Now, how about breakfast?” She asked with a grin.

“Sod breakfast.”

“Oh so you’re over your reservations about—“

“Chivalrous prattle,” he said and leaned in to kiss her. Buffy responded in kind, guiding him back towards the bed.

She let her fingers glide up under the fabric of his t-shirt, caressing his cool skin. Oh God, I missed him. She thought as she pushed off his shirt. She paused for a moment drinking him in. He still bore some bruises, cuts and scrapes that had probably been much worse than they appeared to be now. She ran her fingers over a nearly healed wound on his side.

“You really took some good hits didn’t you?”

“A few. Nearly healed up now.”

“Good.”

Buffy’s robe slipped off revealing a little cotton nightgown with little cartoon cats printed on it. “I’d been wondering what you had on under there.”

Buffy rolled her eyes and laughed, “Oh yeah, my super sexy ‘sleepy kitty’ nightie,” she said as she undid his jeans.

“Damn straight it’s sexy!” Spike growled as he lifted the little nighty to pull off her panties, “it’s on you, that’s enough. Hell you could make a CowChicken hat look fetching.”

“No, I really didn’t.”

He nipped the shell of her ear, “Don’t really matter what you’re wearing, I’d still love it on you.”

Buffy shuddered in anticipation as he reached a hand between her legs and touched her lightly, “You did miss me, didn’t you, Love?”

She let out a sigh of pleasure. She had missed his touch desperately. “Spike… I need you.”

“Right here, Love,” he murmured as he laid her down on the bed kissing her. She wrapped her legs around him as he slowly took her. She pulled him closer, a little desperately but after so much time apart he wanted to take his time, “I love you, Buffy.”

“And I love you, William.”

“Do you really?”

Buffy’s eyes softened. How could he still not believe her? She ran her fingers over the nape of his neck, pulling him into a tender kiss. “Don’t be stupid.”

Spike dug his fingers into Buffy’s hair as he kissed her again. It was purely electrical. Both of them craving more of each other as they pushed further. Hands roaming freely as though trying to commit each other to memory.

Buffy rolled them so that she was on top. She took her cue from him, driving slowly. He pulled her towards him to pull her nightgown up and off. The sight of her nearly drove him over the edge right then and there, but he mastered himself. Buffy paused for a moment as she pressed herself to him, allowing herself to bask in the feeling of their bare skin touching.

She slowly pushed herself back up as she ran her fingers from his tousled hair over his well muscled body and down to his hips. Using his hips for leverage as she slowly and deliberately began to rock again. Spike grinned up at her as she turned herself around carefully. He knew what was coming, because she knew what he liked. Spike pulled himself into a sitting position pressing his chest to her back as she lowered herself onto him slowly rocking her hips. It had been so long since she had felt this connection to anyone. She craved the way he filled her perfectly as she continued to ride him backwards. Spike moved his hands around her hips and waist urging her on. He let his hands roam freely over her body, reacquainting himself with the curves he had been dreaming about for so long. Moving her hair from her neck, Spike started trailing kisses along her neck, shoulder and back. He worked his way back up to her ear, “Turn around, Love ,” he whispered.

“I thought you liked it like this,” she teased as she continued on a little faster.

Spike grunted his approval, “You know I do. It’s been a while, Love. I just want to see you.”

“Well, when you put it like that…” she moved around to face him. Spike pulled her forward towards him helping her settle back down on top of him as she started to glide once more.

“God, you’re so beautiful. I was crazy for not coming back.”

“Shhh,” she twisted herself to the side lying down on the bed. Spike followed her, thrusting deeply into her as she wrapped her upper leg around behind his back. Buffy turned, twisting to give Spike access to her breast. She gasped as he took one breast in his mouth and the other in his free hand. He felt her as her muscles clenched down tightly, making his thrust nearly impossible. It was his turn to gasp as he felt her shutter around him just before he let go, making her arch her back in ecstasy as he pumped into her letting them both ride out their shared orgasm.

Buffy pulled herself into him, gripping his shoulders as she panted for breath. “I’d almost forgotten what that felt like.”

“Oh we’re not done, beautiful. Far from it.”

“Oh you know it.” She murmured as she pulled him back in for a need-filled kiss.

[kanmom51]

JM live 15 June 2023 20:46 or 8:46pm KST

cr./to the creators of the media used in this post.

*Disclaimer: I hate Tumblr and it's stupid ass image limit. My personal feeling about this post is that it's lacking, but I guess c'est la vie, did the best under the circumstances (at least that's what I'll keep telling myself).

Guess what?

We already saw the pattern with JK, but is it possible that JM is joining in on the it? I guess we'll just have to wait and see, won't we?

I won't be talking about every single thing that came up in JM's 1 hr. and 20 min. live. What I will do is touch on a few of the interesting things that happened during the live (well, what I found interesting at least), and what followed the live as well. Because JM didn't just show and dip. He wanted to take up home in his pocket, although he did think that over 7 million at his place might be too much, maybe if it was half of that it would be ok, lol. But we know JM, for reals, he wouldn't do a live at home, so he did the second best thing, which was to come back to us with posts and comments on Weverse.

Anyways, what did we have in the live?

JM talked about the 10 year anniversary a bit. Telling us he's not really that excited, but the biggest emotion he's feeling is fun. I get the not feeling excited. He also explains why. I'm happy that he felt it fun, I can't help but think that it was a bit of a bitter sweet celebration for them. He touched, not touched on it, when he mentioned the two members in the army at the moment.

JM tells us what he's up to lately, his daily schedule, more or less.

He's asked if he's working on a song, and JM like JM answers this:

He later gives us a little more detail: he's been working out and eating healthy and working on some music and living well. Once a week he allows himself to rest.

The question I ask is if JK allows him to rest too? Lol, nah. I guess that's the day they take off to visit Bammie. Ehm... we do have the scratch to prove it...

Jokes aside, JM talks about how it's good for him to have a set schedule and be at work. For him and JK both (that's me talking not JM). And seeing that RM kind of spilled the tea, we can guess that the workouts are probably, at least some of the time, together with JK.

At the 10:40 mark approx. Tae shows up in the comments.

JM, the kind of sassy and a true Slytherin that he is tells Tae, he will if Tae continues to comment for the whole time.

Well, I guess that was the end of it for Tae, lol.

Fuck people for calling him chubby in the comments. I hate this obsession with his weight, but even more so I hate people sitting at home on their asses and calling this 1.73 meter tall man that weighs 62.5 kg after putting on over 4 kg to get there, chubby. Like wtf? Man is skinny. And minus those 4 kgs he was fucking too skinny. Do they want him to starve himself? Do they not remember the issues he had in the past with his weight (issues which always linger even if you are "eating healthy" as he put it)?

Ok, so at around 14:55 min. JM's asked for the first time about the rainy day fight. When watching live, I kind of thought he was evading the question, but him answering the question later on, I tend to believe that maybe he just misunderstood the question at that point.

JM talks about sleep and R.E.M and how when you dream your mind is active and you don't really get deep sleep, and watching a video about it. I find it kind of funny and coincidental - NOT - that JK seems to have said practically the same things using similar wording in his live as well.

But no, they definitely aren't spending time together.

JM tells us he went to sleep at 6 am, woke up at 12 pm, made himself some chicken breast to eat and went back to sleep. Sound familiar anyone?

Sleep patterns. Chicken breast for lunch.

But no, they definitley aren't spending time together.

JM is asked to do the live all night.

He wants to sleep early.

Funny how that didn't work out for him... I guess someone was staying up to be able to speak with that very special person that happened to be in LA and would be waking up just as JM was supposed to go to sleep?

Slept at 12 and woke up at 8, ate at 12 pm, rest and go to workout at 2:30 pm approx., start working at 5 pm, at night he studied English. Ehm...didn't somebody else just let us know, repeatedly, that he's working hard on his English?

From his 5 June live:

Nah, I guess just another coincidence.

What I'm finding interesting is if JM is done with his promotions and it's off to the army any time now, why would he be working on his English?

Oh how I do hope that this is for something in the pipelines that involves the two of them TOGETHER!!!

Well, it is hard to break a sleeping pattern that has been with you for years and years. We all know of JM and JK's late night/early morning escapades. All night buddies that they are.

Rainy day fight, JM's version:

So this time around JM understands the comment asking about the rainy day fight and gives us his version of it.

Of course we got JM's JK smile.

He does tell us he's giving us an edited version of it. JK, on the other hand, edited without telling us, lol. Both said a lot about the what happened before and after, but magically didn't mention exactly what was said at the moment by JK to anger JM so so much for him to react the way he did.

Anyway, we got is the story from JM's pov. And yes, there are some differences, but I wouldn't expect otherwise. 2 people, 2 povs. No 2 stories would ever be exactly the same.

The main discrepancy I found was the timeline. JK's being when they were trainees, and JM's all over the place but still later on (2014-15). Idk, I'm gonna side with JK on this one, lol. Like I mentioned in the post about JK's live, I feel like this fight was way more impactful for JK than it was for JM. And as such it's more etched on his brain than it is for JM.

Something I found interesting was how each of them was keen to take responsibility for the fight. JK blaming himself for how he behaved and what he said, and JM the same.

What I also found interesting and very much not surprising is how this fandom roles. JK taking blame for the fight = "oh poor baby bunny JK, how big of him to take the blame"; JM taking blame fir the fight = "omg, how mean is JM picking on baby bunny JK, being so mean to him, ugh we hate JM."

Did I mention how there are some parts of this fandom that I absolutely despise?

One thing they both corroborated was the state of JK's eyes the morning after, lol.

Both JM and JK were happy giggly while telling the story.

A fight that definitley left it's mark of them both but also something to reminisce back on fondly.

Something else we learnt from JM's live was that he most definitely watched JK's live. He watched JK tell us about the rainy day fight and he also found JK's impersonation of G-Dragon very funny.

When is your next album coming JM?

Listening to army love letter

JM was truly moved by this.

Did JK cook Ramen for you?

JM averting eyes away from camera and moving on at the speed of light to..."oh angel pt. 2 came out today..."

There are 1001 options to why not yet. I'm not going to even start going there, because it's irrelevant and unimportant.

What I do know is JM chose to answer that comment but a. unlike the other comments that had to do with JK which he did answer, this one answer didn't come with a JK or jungkookie attached to it. It was short and he was done with it, and b. the way he looked away from the camera while saying it and repeating it once before just changing the subject was just so sus and felt like overcompensating.

Of course there are those that jumped at it like the dead feeders that they are. This must mean that they haven't seen each other. That JM isn't important to JK, etc. etc.

Funny how JM and JK don't see each other but are eating the same things for lunch, like Chicken breast and rice… or how they aren't seeing each other but JM somehow, magically, adjusted JK's mood lamp at JK's place…telepathy and telekinesis I guess. Oh, and did we discuss the sleeping patterns yet or the fact that they both happened to bring up the science mambo jumbo about sleep and dreams, almost word for word? But nope. They definitley aren't seeing each other and definitley aren't close. Also, for someone that is distanced they sure seem to be keeping up with each others lives. JM must be really bored to be sitting down and watching JK's long ass lives.

Moving on.

JM, being the king of evading answering whatever he doesn't want to answer, reads out comments asking about travel and tattoos, and decides those are topics he does not deem answer worthy, lol.

Do I talk about the goldfish lips? Nah, I don't wanna. Go watch!

Mashimaro

And this is JK way back in 2015 already.

JM assuming the position

So after saying he should do the next live lying down, cheeky thing that he is decided he's taking JK's sleeping live and raising him one, by taking us all home with him in his pocket, lol.

Although he took it all back. Yeah yeah, excuses excuses. So he can't fit 7 million into his place. Boo hoo. 3.5 million he can but 7 he can't. I do not accept such a cop out.

And then he was done, well more or less. Hungry, asking us for recommendations for food, and tired, he says his goodbyes and turns the live off.

But that wasn't the end of it. Nope.

Remember JM said he'd update us when he got home?

Well, he did. He came back to update us time after time after time.

And a comment too

Oh, and the next day as well.

Also interesting how that 5 and 8 found their way time after time into JM's posts and/or comments. 58 that happens to represent JK time after time.

At the end of the day what did we get from the live?

We got the rainy day fight - JM's perspective (muddled up timeline though, but I forgive him, getting old does make you forgetful, lol).

We got JM tell us he has seen JK's live, the one with him telling us his side of the rainy day fight and doing his G-Dragon impersonation, and I think we can assume he saw the sleeping live too.

I can't help but wonder if JM was reprimanded for commenting on JKs previous lives (you know with the shrimp, not really shrimp, comment and let me tie your hair), or perhaps he's just laying there enjoying watching his bf crush on him live.

We had JM call army and their comments cute. Funny, huh? How JK did that too?

Kind of interesting how the two seem to be saying the same things (the cute and the sleep talk), acting the same way, eating the same things.

I was going to add a clip and link here to JK's chicken breast eating tales, him cooking chicken breast with rice, him talking about eating chicken breast for lunch. Him eating healthy now days. Sounds familiar does it? JM talking about eating chicken breast for lunch, about eating chicken breast with rice. About eating healthy lately...

But damn Tumblr won't allow me. So you guys will either have to take my word for it (please don't), or go looking. You will see I am right...

For fun I will just leave you here with this:

Cause why not end this with an ear to ear smile on our faces?

[jazzytrait]

So... Hi. I have never really attempted to do Sims storytelling. Screenshots of legacies doing stuff? Sure. Actually attempting to storyboard a script I wrote? Nope, but here we are!

I apologize for my generic title (I'm sure someone somewhere is also using it. In some ways my creativity lacks.) Anywayyy.... enough of my awkward rambling... transcript under the cut!

Thanks to all the pose and cc creators @rebouks @talentedtrait @cliffjen [<< previous] [>> next]

Feyd: Eden! Have you seen my red shirt?

Eden: the one with all the holes in it? I threw it out.

Feyd: That’s my favorite shirt!

Eden: Calm down! I’m just kidding. It’s in the dryer.

Eden: You better hurry up and get dressed. We don’t want to keep His Highness waiting.

Feyd: Fuck him. Let him wait.

Eden: Come on, you promised you two wouldn’t fight on my birthday. 

Feyd: Sorry, but old habits die hard.

Eden: Whatever. Is Kyleigh coming? You two have been hanging out a lot lately.

Feyd: Nah she said she couldn’t make it.

Eden: I think someone has a crush.

Feyd: What is this? Grade school? Just leave it alone, Eddie.

Eden: Alright, but if you insist on trying to date my friends, you know I’m going to hear EVERYTHING. So, be nice to her.

Rhys: Are we going or not? Because if not I’d love to get a head start on this term paper.

Feyd: Yea, we’re going. How often do we get to see Eddie smashed and tag her in embarrassing photos?

Rhys: Well that’s worth the price of admission right there. Blackmail material.

Eden: Hey, I can hold my liquor better than either of you clowns.

Feyd: That has yet to be seen.

Rhys: Let’s go, it’s getting late.

Feyd: That’s when people go to bars, old man. When it’s late.

Eden: Ugh. Both of you, give it a rest.