#try have critical thought thnx

[alicentsargent]

i cant stop overthinking this. theres a whole ass debate on twitter whether mickey hitting ian was ooc or not and i just gotta say -

there comes a time where people break tf down after being abandoned and abandoned time and time again. mickey was brought up in a violent household, he's made efforts to change and progress over the years, but you can't just forget about how he used to be since 'its been years and he's a changed man this is ooc!' i call BS.

its never been healthy! its never been promoted as healthy. punching ian was a violent act, but if yall wanna just look at this without critical thought bc you're on some pacifist kick by all means.

the way i see it, and really no ones gotta agree with me but we gotta stop cancelling what just happened and deem mickey as 'undeveloped' and regressed just bc he did something that was more s1-3 mickey.

we've never gotten to see mickey after ian's hurt him. e.g. 3x12, 5x12, 6x01, 7x11. the show has the habit of erasing mickey as a character after they show like 20 seconds of his emotions being hurt - especially post-s5.

mickey has felt abandonment and utter fking heartbreak from ian so many times, and yeah we can bring in how shit he was to ian in s1-3 but that doesn't make it 'even' or a competition on whos hurt who - that's a different story altogether.

mickey has put ian before himself too many times and after their time in prison together I really think he somewhat healed from the past, and i say somewhat, Liberally. i can defs see it giving mickey the idea of him and ian being more stable now since they survived everything and prisom together, and still made their way back to one another.

how many times do you think mickey hears i love you? from someone besides ian? probably no one right. the proposal scene was sweet as, you can see mickey tearing up bc he was happy.

the courthouse scene... that was just hit after hit. first ian didnt believe him abt paula, then he insulted him and basically called him a murderer, and even after that mickey was willing to sign and marry ian, (boy what are u doing...) and ian backed out (for his own reasons which we all kno abt).

and honestly. perhaps it is 'ooc' for mickey to hit ian, when ian is finally chasing him, finally wanting to talk it out with mickey and not just run away! and if you think of it from ian's pov, its growth. he's really trying here, i can see that.

but if you look at it from mickey's pov, he's shut tf down, he becomes overwhelmed, he leaves the room. the difference here, from the last times ian has 'left', is that ian finally followed. but that's not registering for mickey. he's not able to see that as 'this isnt the same situation repeating itself.'

so anything ian says is just sliding past, its not common to hear ian even talk about frank and monica but he did, ian was being vulnerable, but to mickey it just sounded like ian wanting to have the last word, to excuse himself, to not take responsibility for hurting mickey again.

and so i personally believe that when ian yells out 'i wanna know how you feel', mickey just wants to hurt him. maybe he was going to say something scathing and hurtful, but he snapped and punched him in the face.

its violent. its a punch. but its also 'leave me the fk alone NOW' and 'this is exactly how i feel do you feel that'

and boyyy do we have a lot more to unpack here from all of that but the 1 very important thing that stands out the most is mickey's unwillingness to listen. ian backing out, and not just that, but giving mickey that face, that face that mickey knows ian does right before he leaves him, mickey is transported to the past, it doesnt matter how differently ian tried to handle the situation this time. mickey's abandonment wounds run so fking deep and that's why i also think it wasnt ooc. mickey was finally done, he'd reached his capacity to hurt inside, the only thing he could control right there were his fists.

(mickey not helping ian and goin to the hospital AFTER ian fell down the stairs is a different story and i find that ooc and sad)

[uwu-shinsou]

Stakeout

Summary: After an unexpected breakup, pro hero Ground Zero is the last person you expect to be comforting you. And also conducting a stakeout in your living room.

Warning(s): Language, themes of breakups

Pairing: Pro Hero!Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

Genre: Hurt/comfort, I guess slight angst?, light fluff, Bakugo tries to be comforting

Word Count: 2.3K

A/N: Okay first off idk about the whole legality of a hero secretly having a stakeout in your home but let’s just IGNORE that pls and thnx LOL. I was scrolling through AUs and saw one that was like “im an assassin conducting a stakeout in your house and you weren’t supposed to be home until next week” and I said okay but what if it was pro hero Bakugo and BAM HERE WE ARE!! So pls enjoy my first baku fic, I tried to make him just as fiery but also slightly more mature since he be a PRO in this 😌

You gotta be honest, the last thing you were expecting to come home to was a famous pro hero conducting a stakeout in your living room.

You hadn’t even planned to be home at all this long weekend. You and your boyfriend had planned a weekend trip together, driven all the way to the hotel, only for him to promptly break up with you and confess that he’d been seeing another girl for almost the entirety of your relationship. You’d dumped him, kicked his butt out of the car, and promptly driven two hours back home, trying your best not to cry over it.

You’d lugged your suitcase up five flights of stairs to your door, fumbling with your house key before sliding it into the lock. You tiredly stepped into the dark apartment, closing your door behind you with a sense of finality.

While locking the door, you began to mumble out the stream of consciousness that had been running through your mind since the moment you left the hotel.“If I ever see his face again I’m seriously gonna break his nose. How dare he even-” 

You walked a few steps forward into the living room, only to freeze up and let out a screech as the dark outline of a person moved from your couch. Your hand shot out behind you, and the metal baseball bat that you kept near the door flew through the air and into your hand. You took a prepared stance, ready to bash the intruder’s head in with your weapon.

“You have three seconds to tell me who you are before I start swinging!” You hiss, readying the bat.

“You aren’t supposed to be here,” The darkened figure said, taking a step towards.

“No! No, do not come any closer to me. I’ve had a very bad day and I will take my anger out on you!” You threaten, pointing that bat at the intruder to act as a barrier.

“Hey! Don’t do anything fucking rash! I’m just turning on the light, okay?” In a moment you were blinking into the soft light of the room, gaping at the man who you’d almost just clobbered with a bat.

Your arms slowly lowered, the tip of the bat resting on the floor as you blinked in disbelief. “...Ground Zero?” You asked dumbly.

“Yeah, that’s me,” He answered curtly. “Now what the hell are you doing here?”

You looked at light haired hero in disbelief before glancing around the room. “Uhhh, this is my apartment? We’re standing in my living room, and you were sitting on my couch. I think I’m the one who should be asking what you’re doing here.” You slung the bat over your shoulder and glared at him, trying to calm the butterflies in your stomach from the fact that one of Japan’s top pro heroes was standing in your living room. 

“I don’t have to tell you anything,” He grumbled, walking back to the couch and grabbing his phone. “WHAT THE HELL?” Ground Zero yelled as his phone flew out of his hand and into yours. His eyes closed and he huffed out an angry sigh. “Fucking telekisnesis. I forgot that was your quirk.”

Your mouth opened in surprise and you clutched his phone to your chest. “How do you know what my quirk is?”

Ground Zero opened his eyes and glared harshly at you. Questioning and antagonizing the most temperamental pro hero was probably not my smartest move you thought as he began stalking towards you.

“F/n L/n, early 20s, telekisnesis quirk, barista and occasional babysitter, lives alone, has been dating her boyfriend for five months, and, most importantly, isn’t supposed to be home for four days because she was on a trip with her shitty ass boyfriend!” He finished his statement with a growl, and his red eyes felt as if they were burning a hole in your face.

You averted your gaze, shuffling your feet as you mumbled, “Well you’re right that he is a shitty ass boyfriend.”

“Listen, I don’t have tme for your drama. According to our intel, you shouldn’t be here until Monday night,” He said accusingly.

“Well I didn’t want me to be back this early either!” You said, letting go of the bat and sending it back to it’s spot by the door. Your hands tightened into fists in frustration and you pushed past the intimidating hero, making your way into the kitchen.

“Hey- don’t you fucking walk away from me!” Ground Zero stomped behind you, staring in disbelief as you started rummaging through your pantry. “I asked you a question!”

You turned around to face him, holding a full package of cookies. “Guess what, Ground Zero? I don’t care!” You exclaimed, opening the package. “Honestly? I don’t even care why you’re in my apartment! Go ahead, make yourself at home! Sit on my couch, eat my food, watch my TV, it doesn’t even matter! The past five months of my life have been a fucking lie, so please just leave me alone to cry in my room and eat my feelings away.” You shoved a cookie into your mouth and tried to step past him. The hero side stepped into your path, and no matter which way you tried to go, he was in front of you. You were just about ready to take a swing at him when he started talking.

“Y/n,” He said. Hearing him use your name startled you enough to stop you in place. He huffed out a quick sigh before speaking. “We’ve been tracking down a rising villainous organization for half a year now. Eveytime that we get close to making the bust, they pick up and move operations. This time, we’re one step ahead of them.” He gently took your arm and guided you back into the living room and over to the window. “We have to take extra precautions when dealing with them, since any sign that the police are on to them causes them to run.” He points out the window to the building next door. It was a squat, rectangular warehouse of four stories. With you apartment being on the fifth floor, it had the perfect view in through a poorly covered sky light. 

The pro hero switched out the lights in the room, allowing you to see clearly out and into the other building. You crouched down to get an even better look, and Ground Zero lowered himself down next to you. He handed you a pair of binoculars and pointed to the left side of the skylight, where you could see a group of people working at a long table. Looking through the binoculars brought the figures into clearer view.

“Ground Zero, are they-”

“Bakugo,” He said, interrupting you. “Just- Bakugo is fine, okay?”

You glanced at him in surprise before looking back into the adjacent building. “Alright then, Bakugo. Are they making-” You squinted and focused harder on the objects lying on the table. “Support items?”

“Yeah that’s right,” He responded. “A black market organization for support items to supply to villains. We’ve been through hell trying to track the weapons back to them, but we had a breakthrough a few weeks ago.”

You hummed in thought, shoving a cookie in your mouth before offering one to the pro hero. Bakugo’s eyebrows raised in surprise, but he accepted it nonetheless.

“So you needed my apartment to finish getting your dirt on them, and then you planned on doing your big bust?”

“More or less, yeah. And being here,” He gestured vaguely to your apartment. “Was critical because that skylight was in the perfect place to capture incriminating photos of them doing deals earlier tonight. We’re fucking finally ready to finish this.”

“And how many heroes are on this job, exactly?”

Bakugo held up a hand, counting on his fingers as he thought through it. You hid a smile behind your hand at the gesture. “I guess a dozen or so, plus the local police force. There’s a good number of those shitty criminals in there, but we’ve faced a lot worse.”

You sighed, eating another cookie. “Well, sorry that my breakup got in the way of your important hero plans. I could leave I guess, maybe stay with a friend for the weekend-”

“Shut the hell up, I’m not gonna kick you out of your own damn apartment,” He said, rising from his spot on the floor beside you and going back to his supplies laid out on the couch. “I’m not exactly a very patient person so the bust is happening within an hour anyways. There are heroes and police stationed all around in the other buildings and streets, so I won’t be in your hair for that much longer.”

“Oh,” Was all you said, slowly putting a cookie in your mouth. 

The hero stopped fiddling with his supplies and plopped onto the couch, his furrowed eyes meeting your gaze. You raised an eyebrow in question, holding out the cookie package in a silent offering.

“No that’s not- did you say ‘breakup’?”

You huffed out a humorless laugh. “Uh huh. Bastard was cheating on me for basically our entire relationship. I guess I just wasn’t good enough or something.” You bit the inside of your lip and looked down at your lap, furiously trying not to cry. I’ve already embarrassed myself enough, I definitely do not need him to see me crying right now.

“But don’t worry about me, I should just leave you to get ready to, er- arrest some criminals and- do your hero stuff.” You quickly stood up, clutching the cookie package to your chest, and tried to make your way past him while hiding you face. “I’ll just- go sit in my room so I don’t bother you.”

You’d almost made it to the hallway when you suddenly bumped into something that was definitely not your furniture.

You let out an “oof” as you collided with Bakugo’s chest, his hands landing on your shoulders to steady you. You glanced up at him, and his face showed he was just as surprised as you were. He then realized he was still touching you, and took his hands off your shoulders like it had burned him.

“Listen- it’s shitty that he did that to you, and there’s no way you deserved it,” Bakugo said, and the absolute sincerity of it made you burst into tears.

Bakugo started to panic then. “Oh shit, what’s wrong? Did I say it wrong or-” He cut himself off as you vehemently started shaking your head, trying to rub the tears away.

“No no no no,” You said, assuring him. You sniffled, desperately trying to stop your crying. “I guess that I just-” A fresh wave of tears hit you and started rolling down your face, making Bakugo hover his hands in front of him, unsure of what to do. 

“I know that I’m not very good at this, but if you want I can go and beat the shit out of him or something,” He said, making you laugh as you wiped your face.

“I was trying to say that it just- meant a lot to me, that you said that,” you said as you started to calm down. “I didn’t really believe it before, that I didn’t deserve that to happen to me, but when your favorite pro hero says it to you…” You shrugged, giving him a wobbly smile. “Maybe it is true.”

He gave you an assuring smile that you could almost call a smirk. “Well you better believe it, honey, because it’s the truth.” He paused, smugly crossing his arms. “So, your favorite hero, huh?”

“Ahaha,” you felt your face go warm, and you gave him a sheepish smile. “Sorta kinda yeah.” The admission seemed to surprise him, like he didn’t know how to respond.

The beeping of Bakugo’s phone in the living room drew the two of you out of the moment. He bumped his shoulder playfully into yours as he passed. “Glad to hear that I’m your favorite.”

You scrambled to the kitchen to put away your cookies and splash a bit of water on your face as he answered the phone. You could just make out his conversation over the running water.

“What’s up, nerd?... Yeah, I know. I got all the pictures we needed... Good. Everything’s still quiet in there… Got it, I’ll see you in a few.” 

He hung up his phone just as you edged into the living room, watching him glance out the window into the criminal’s headquarters. He let out a huff of a sigh as he started packing up his things. 

You wandered in a little bit further. “So it’s time, then?” You asked. He looked up at you as he finished his packing.

“Yeah, time to beat some villain asses,” He said, shouldering his bag. “You gonna be alright?”

You gave him a soft smile. “I will be. I already feel a lot lighter, like the weight of a whole ass grown man has been released from my body.” Bakugo let out a snort of laughter before falling quiet. “Really, I will be.” You reassured him.

“Of course. But I was serious, if you ever need me to go and knock him around-”

You snickered at him. “Very hero-like.”

“Hell yeah it is,” He responded as you walked him towards the door, opening it for him. “Also maybe don’t go around telling people this happened, ‘cause I’ll probably get my ass kicked for sharing classified information.”

“My lips are sealed, pinky promise,” You said, holding your pinky out towards him. He scoffed but linked his pinky with yours nonetheless. “Good luck, Bakugo.” You started pulling your hand back before he grabbed it and pressed something into it.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” He said with a wink before making his way downstairs and out into the night. You slowly closed the door, leaning back against it and taking a deep breath before opening your hand.

Inside was a scrap of paper with a phone number scrawled across it, and the words “your fav hero” written below.

You may have looked out your window a little more than usual during the rest of the night.

[princess-from-another-galaxy]

hiii, i really don’t know who to go to for expressing on how i feel about lucas's scandal on here & since i saw you first on here about his scandal, i really hope you don’t mind reading on me ranting/expressing! i would appreciate it sm plsss <3

ok well firstly, i do wanna say that at first it was so hard to believe about all of these rumors, accusations or whatnot about lucas - even tho he & sm apologized about it which had me thinking that this might be true sadly :( but tbh i am having so many mixed feelings on this - confused, hurt, disappointed, sad, betrayed & many more i can't express enough!! :( </3

i've been a lumi for quite awhile now & stan him sm & i genuinely do like, adore & admire him due to his caring nature he gives to us lumis & others. lucas really do seem like a genuine person - just by interacting with him on bubble (lysn) & watching his videos & everything. he's always the type to show & give love to others & interacted with us fans so genuinely & truly. his character is just so lovely imo & after hearing his scandal, i just thought how? how is this true? that boy wouldn't even hurt a bug to be doing this? he doesn't seem like the type who would manipulate & use someone for the sake of his own pleasure. the reason i'm saying this is bc the way he interact with fans & his members, staffs etc. & their honest thoughts/opinions on him, it was all good thoughts/opinions of him. nothing negative or bad.... :/

also i do want to add & say that i do not know lucas personally nor know how he is as a person but based on my own observations from what i said above, it's really hard to even believe that lucas, who is such a soft & caring guy, would do all this to the girls :( like whuut..?

like half of me is telling me this may be true and the other half of me is saying no, this might also be fake & even if he really did do this, there has to be a reason behind it all right!? i'm really the type to believe that anyone who chooses to do such things has to have a valid reason regardless on how bad or good of a person they are. ig i'm the type to not jump into conclusions or assume right away or believe anything so easily. i always want to hear from the person directly out first & then analyze the whole situation after before coming to a final conclusion that oh, whatever they're just an a**hole. forget it but what else am i to say.. lucas apologized publicly so.. *cries*

we never really know what happened behind closed doors between lucas & those girls & knowing how strict the kpop industry is, we don’t know what orders or whatnot that kpop idols have to go thru whenever a scandal comes up

anyways, about everything.. i am truly heartbroken & devastated. also, why do i have a feeling that maybe lucas was going thru a hard time at the time & probably felt overwhelmed by everything & needed someone to comfort him?? idk for sure but let me wear his shoes..... the fact that he chose to be with these girls, who use to be a fan of him from what the scandal says, maybe he trusted them at first then things escalated into something more which probably made them all uncomfortable? IDK i do not want to come off as if i was there & knew what happened fr like I AM JUST TRYING TO PUT MYSELF IN HIS SHOES (don't come @ me pls) ;(

but then again, it's reality & that maybe all of this could be true unless they do gather more evidence & investigate further more that it's not. (which idk if it will happen..) i really do feel bad & sad for him... c-fans are wanting him out of NCT/WAYV & tbh it will never be the same without him if he does get out or leave.. it hurts to see these comments/posts that he does not belong in the group & that he deserve to rot & calling him names etc. it's painful to read it honestly.. pls stop

lastly, whatever it is that lucas is going thru rn, i hope he comes out of this dark place & take all his past experiences/mistakes & learn from it to better himself toward his future. i wish for all the good things to come to him bc i truly believe in him that he will have a better & brighter future & life ahead waiting for him. hate me or whatnot & call me stupid or delusional but i forgive lucas & his past experiences. he was just young at the time, probably lost & confused & didn't know how to control himself. i will continue to stan/support him regardless of his past that just surfaced just now. he deserves a second chance & i believe in giving ppl second chances no matter what <3 spread love, not hate. life is short to hold onto past grudges so i rather forgive & move on & forward. with love, i wish him (& ofc everyone else reading this) a stable & happy life ahead. things probably suck now but they really do get better over time. 💞

ok, that's all. thnx for reading! ❤❤❤ (brb crying, i am getting emotional all of a sudden AHHHH) :'(

Bestie, your message was so long I thought you were the one that was going to come at me lol 😅

I feel everything you said!! It's true that we don't know him, but we do have critical thinking skills, and everything the girls (and now a guy!) have been saying sound clearly fake (and many have been proven to be fake), so we have the right to be skeptical.

And personally unless an investigation proves them to be true, I don't really believe them.

Idk if you've seen the new rumor of a man claiming to be Lucas ex (saying he's bisexual and that Lucas was "proud to have lost his virginity at 13"), saying that he believes the girls. This entire story keeps becoming more and more messy, like a bad season of a tv show, and I'm not really buying any of it....

(sidenote: if he really is bisexual, I'll be really proud of him and super supportive, but if it's true it makes me so sad that he was outed like that)

Don't cry!! I'm here if you need anything!! Stay strong!! And if you need stay off the internet for your mental healths sake 💜💜

[calpalsworld]

Not "autistic anon," but also autistic, (being called maybe ableist made me want to put this out there before go to bed) i thought Zane was depicted that way purposefully by the writers. He has stereotypical traits like taking things literally, and has an actual humor switch. The writers have done things with Zane before like have him lose bodily autonomy (during that one Wu's teas short) and did something with his voice be it making him unable to be understood or talking too loud and the forced pirate voice by Jay. (what you're doing isn't too different from that, right?) I thought it was just a little iffy to distort his body and memory bc that could be interpreted as something not that I'm sure what exactly, it's some kind of disability. I dunno. I'm not good with putting this to words. I hope this makes sense.

Sorry I went to bed but now I’m awake 😭

Also I ended up totally spilling all my thoughts here rather than only specifically replying to you please forgive me context: my scary zane concept design, & my ninjago rewrite i refer to a lot 

Im a little confused but I think I get what you're saying? You're saying the Ninjago writers absolutely DON'T write Zane well (you listed examples of this) and you don't want me to fall into the same trap?

I had the opposite logic earlier. I thought: If Ninjago writers made Zane have stereotypical autisitic traits while also being a dehumanized robot, I may as well embrace it, say he is autistic blatantly, while also making him do funny/cool non-human robot things, so its clear as possible the two aspects of his character are literal and separate and not a metaphor for each other. But you're right! I do have a choice and I dont have to embrace things! :)

Like there were a couple ways I was gonna reject the original, for example, I never wanted Zane to have a funny switch, and I hated how other characters could fuck with Zane and he didn't even care 😬. I want to change that stuff. So youre right, if I am changing shit like that, it would be counterproductive for ME to GIVE him MORE traits along that theme. 😬😬😬 I should try to feel less obligated to portray Zane like he originally is. I still like the concept of "scary zane" (for reasons i explain below the cut) but I might tone it down a bit like with the claws and weird proportions and shit. I’d def make him look more skeletal and undead. That was my original intention, but i didnt execute it as good as I could have.... idk if anyone could tell thats what he was supposed to be like...my bad! But rn I dont wanna redesign him I wanna draw other stuff like normal alive Zane. Sorry LMAO 😳. Like I said in some earlier asks I think, I think Im gonna focus rn on how I should portray season 1 normal not dead Zane so thank you and feel free to share any other Zane thoughts ^_^ SOME OTHER THOUGHTS:

Also I Wanna Argue Some Stuff But I Understand its a Weak Argument Since All of This Context was Just In My Brain (so don't take this as an argument, just as me rambling): I don't want messed up things to happen to Zane and for it to just be ignored. I think if Zane is going to have fucked up things happen to him, as all characters must, its best for it to happen during a season where he actually addresses his feelings about being a robot (learning to accept that he will always be himself, regardless if hes "human" or the "original" or whatever. (thats how I always interpreted his emotions)). But I wouldn't have the other Ninja be very phased by Zane's looks because the whole point is they already love who he is (seasons 1-3 were about getting to know Zane) and now Zane himself just has to learn the physical, robot part of him is okay. Its about person-hood rather than humanity. Because the season focuses around Zane's soul, and because he lost his original body, I feel like I could mess around with his current, temporary body and have fun and make it scary. Because that body should be irrelevant. I understand it possibly being upsetting for an autistic character to be designed like this, but other people I talked to see it the opposite way. They find it comforting for him to look so different but still be himself and be so loved. SO IM ABSOLUTELY NOT saying its wrong to be bothered or to hate it or to feel any way. Just that I personally think it would be cool for Zane to be portrayed with a little spice lol, so thats why I like scary Zane for season 4.

Another Thing I Wannna Say But Is REALLY Hypocritical: (this isnt directed at anyone I just REALLY want to say this) I know I say "this is Zane but scary, he looks like fnaf" so he's obviously dehumanized, but I always felt like "scary" is more of an objective fact. Its an instinct. But what's "not human" is subjective. I think there is a problem with saying anything different from "average" human is dehumanized because that could extend to real people. Lol I know its bad for me to compare FNAF-ass Zane to real people, but I mean he could be real. People can have exposed teeth, and people can be shaped weird. And when someone first sees a person who looks like that they'll probably think "woah those features are scary" by instinct. And that surprise doesn't make someone ableist obviously. But bring that person’s humanity into question is NOT an instinct, and is fucked to shit. This is kinda a bad point for me to make since its about the fictional FNAF Zane I drew, and I am NOT implying ANYONE was thinking like this. [especially not the original asker anon who I am totally forgetting about at this point OOPS]. But I just thought it was an opinion of mine I couldn't go without mentioning when talking about dehumanization and disabilities.

^^^ I think you (anon) understand what I mean and might’ve said the exact same thing as me if you were writing a long ass response? I think this because you started to bring physical disabilities up and you said it was "a little iffy." ^_^ So we agree, but I don't see Zane's relation to real life disabilities as "a little iffy" I see it more like "complicated"? IF THAT DIFFERENCE EVEN MAKES ANY SENSE?????? I feel like a lot of things about Zane are really just complicated and need the right context, rather than the concepts necessarily being wrong -- NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT! THATS THE WHOLE REASON I DO THIS STUPID REWRITE! XD thats why a lot of my rewrite SO FAR has been the same concepts and plot beats, but different dialogue n specifics and such. I like a lot of concepts in Ninjago but I dont think they were presented correctly.....! :( So I guess all we can do is wait and see if I make Zane offensive or not....???

Also something about the memory part - yeah i agree i was surprised no one thought that was weird to make jokes out of his memory issues..... BUT I am like 100% firm on making his memory take longer to come back because I think its stupid how quick Zane was able to recover from literally dying. Like its just dumb to me. Hate it. (also bc memory & soul mechanics is ummm kinda important in my rewrite.... for reasons). Another memory thing btw, I was going to make his original amnesia come from hitting his head in an attack against the Skulkin when they stole his dads corpse, rather than his dad fucking choosing to make him forget. (its a sweet & iconic scene, but Um, WHY?!!!?!?!?!?) He has to follow data recovery instructions he finds in his dads diary. I think in that context it makes moments of memory loss somewhat different for Zane's character? Instead of loss of autonomy associated with disability, its a literal violent loss of autonomy associated with being traumatized by physical force. Idk how to phrase it exactly but I think that makes some vibes different?

Sorry, I think I got really distracted, and I don't know if I responded well to your points. Because uhhhh I think I agree with your stance actually? If I understand correctly? Fuck Ninjago writers for making the robot lose autonomy (a stereotypical robot theme) while also making him seem clearly autistic (NOT A HAPPY THEME FOR AUTISTIC PEOPLE) and not addressing it. And also auuugh Zane with a weird body is a difficult topic - kinda sussy pretty iffy.

Lol anyway idk if this made any sense and I REALLY rambled on you. but this was nice 👉👈 more Zane criticism pls love you and i love zane. i hope u dont feel mad at me because then it would be weird that im saying that lol. if you do feel mad at me tho you can send another ask (ILL TRY TO JUST LISTEN NOT RAMBLE NEXT TIME) but assuming ur chill rn, love you thnx

Take this page, don’t mind cole’s ass.

[miaxeu]

      though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, MIA STOEGER is actually a descendent of DIONYSUS. it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY-ONE year old MYTHOLOGICAL STUDIES MAJOR from LOS ANGELES, USA has taken after HER godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite CHARISMATIC & DUPLICITOUS. 

( y’all dont deserve this real messy intro but im workin w half a bwain cell at 4am so i beg thee 4 mercy. nywyy im the excited new girl who’s hella pumped to meet all ur charas : katya ! feel free to hop in my ims to plot or drop a like and i’ll hop in urs ! x  )

POWERS

natural acting abilities — her ma’s a hollywoo agent so she started actin real early & now shes a big shot actress. there r more deetz on her career below !

chlorokinesis — it wasnt as natural as acting n she only started working on it when she turned 13 n started going to camps. b4 she just noticed shes good w plants but it wasnt super crazy or nything. its p good now tho ! shes prioritizing vine binding and manipulation 4 the self defense bc awards r cool n all but they dont rlly protecc from monsters ykwim 

levitation — shes trying her best ur honor

alcokinesis  — she cant conjure it or anything, she’s just immune to it ffff

BIO POINTS — cw: drug use ( full biography here )

her mom raised her by herself bc dionysus the party god was out of the picture immediately. she never told mia she’s a demigod & it was always just “ wow ur so talented ” or “ aww u got a green thumb ! ” but when she saw him claim 13 y/o mia by placing a weird hologram over her head while she slept, she knew she had to spill da beanz & tell her kid

ofc mia thought her mom was jus playing sum weird acting exercise w her bc her powers r so lowkey she could highkey just be a Mortal but insert sad whistle, the realizashun & the claiming meant heightened monster threat !! so yea ,,, one ended up chasing her a couple days later rip 

aside from the trauma, mia was ok. mostly bc she ended up cryin for dionysus like any child would n lo & behold he came & helped !!! as he should. nywy she made sure to go to summer camps every year after that but mostly just for protection purposes

she lowkey rlly hates this whole god business esp now that shes grown lmfao deadass thinks she got a bad deal bc life threats arent sexy !!! went to eonia eventually bc its Too Much Man. she just wants to go back to work and her life w the mortals w/o worryin for her life. would deadass fade her father if she could. may or may not be majoring in greek mythology to figure out the logistics of it all out of spite, who knows !

PERSONALITY

not ! a Drama Queen  —  dont get me wrong, shes hella Extra in the way she moves n acts sorta like shes always bein captured on film. is quick-witted & playful & can be a huge tease/flirt if she feels like it, but miss her w Real Feelings ! totally not sentimental. srsly she will try to rationalize away everything and is just,.,., not good w it. so soz folks, we just keepin it breezy here

ugh, she’s an Actress — aka she can act like she cares tho ! shes very much into keeping ppl on her good side. shes friendly n palatable to everyone bc its how shes been trained & while it doesnt seem fake, its def diff when its genuine

The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known —  lemme circle back to the first one, ok so shes good w emotions but only in theory. does intense character work with her roles so she thinks that counts as her having eq when rlly shes just emotionally stunted, projecting n repressing like an idiot

blonde, skinny, rich, & a lil bit of a Bitch — shes only a bitch inwardly or to ppl she trusts enuff to let in on the gossip. if anyone full on opposes her or becomes real emotional, then this lil diva will rear its superiority complex head n snap a lil. will most probably do it v underhandedly n w a smile but it will be Brutal

girls just wanna have FUN ! — shes the child of da party god, so ofc she a true party girl. officially off the rails when she parties. inhibitions ? we dk her. can be insensitive in that case bc smtms its truly no strings attached, tis all abt the fun. likes company a lot & it doesnt even have 2 be loud or particularly abt her, she just likes having people around n the escapism of it all. will make friends with everyone n make sure they have a jolly fun time guaranteed at dionysus parties 

Work Hard, Play Hard — real responsible when it comes to work and commitments and if she trusts/likes u enough, she’ll give it 2 u straight, no bs. def thinks Calling Out is an act of love but maybe does it a lil too harshly smtms. v much into efficiency, sentiments be damned. not the feely words type. will sit next to u or party w u or even pay 4 ur therapist if u need sum1 to talk to. she will Be There while u work thru it, so long as u dont expect her to change n be all emotional n stuff

if she seems a lil contradictory thats bc she kinda is. tis the good ol nurture vs nature. her ma’s a real no nonsense chick n her pops is a frat guy drama geek greek god whos rlly into cottagecore so u get this lil blonde bitch whos sorta teetering on the edges

OTHER INFO  — cw: drug use ( full headcanons here )

re her career, she achieved pegot status when she was 18 aka she truly b dat bitch. shes not super mainstream famous tho, more like indie sweetheart, film snobs/critics fave typa gal. if ya want a trajectory she started w baby commercials then a sitcom from 4-10 ( think modern fam’s lily ) then it was off to the big screen & the stage ! 

mia has a lil bit of a drug habit. its not abusive or dependent, but it is a staple whenever shes parties bc alcohol is useless 2 her. started a lil young too bc hollywoo. primarily uppers/hallucinogens. she smokes weed a lil more liberally but the rest is mostly just an on occasion thing ( which, ngl, is a still a lil problematic when u party a lot rip )

after she got claimed, mia ended up going to demigod camps in a lot of diff places n countries, depending on where production would take her. there was never an established place, more like wherever was nearest when they wrapped up shooting bc monsters afoot n wutnot  

she was always homeschooled but she still managed to go to a prom and homecoming bc party is life. that makes eonia uni p much her first chance at having a normal educational environment & experience and even then its anything but. still tho this is her moment !!! im lit rally begging her to get a personality that isnt her internally rolling her eyes going “ its not that deep ”

might put up a bio/stats page if im feelin sxc but i wud jus like the records to show that mia stoeger is a bi sxc babe bc me ? write a het ? no grassy ass.

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS — cw: drug use ( full connections here )

omg danny devito i love ur work ! 

,,, p self explanatory sdkjfs sum1 who loves her work ! it can be lowkey/highkey fangirl to a civil admiration

OR alternatively, y/m can Not Be a fan of her work. they might think the storyline of the projects she takes on r too out of touch n highbrow yada yada yada, but yes, we love to see either of it ! 

summer camp sweetheart !  

someone she met when at camp when they were teens ? doesnt matter in what country/city, but mia was only visiting so it was truly a one summer romance typa thing. bc she was younger, im thinkin 13-17 or w/e she was probably sweeter n a lot more emotional then. was it either’s first puppy love ? first kiss ? first “ relationship ? ” idk, do yk ? truly, so many possibilities. nothin set in stone just hmu bub 

summer camp pals ! 

p much the same as above but make it Platonic

party buddies !

or druggie pals. either way works but she wud luv it if theyre both xoxo

friends w benefits !

most probably ( but not limited to ) sum1 she met at a party skdjhsjk is it exclusive ? is any1 starting to develop feelings ? im down 4 nthing n evrything

alexa play true friend by hannah montana !

give mia her college bestie ! her confidant who knows her feels and can call each other out viciously with no ounce of resentment. we stan the friendships !

omg i love ur skirt !

that is the ugliest effing skirt i've ever seen. lmao basically sum1 mia pretends to like or acts civil w but rlly ,,,, Cannot Stand for w/e rzn   

im p much braindead rn but those are just sum ideas !!! ofc the usual staples like the pals, enemies, wutnots are also v welcome we love to see it. if u also have a wc that u think mia would fit in, id luv to know more ! there are also a couple more detailed ones here, but pls feel free to shoot me a msg n we can get 2 plotting x 

( * wipes brow * how did i type so much n say so little rip. mia is also a completely new muse so pls b patient n if i fuq up from time to time, pretend u do not see >.< nywy thnx 4 readin, sweets ! feel free to hmu here or at discord if ya wanna <3333 )

FULL INFO  ||  EONIA TASKS 

[gingerwritess]

That is not how that works at all babe. + hold my hand before i stab you with it? + loki. thnx

Summary: dance lessons with the god of mischief are, more often than not, a royal mess.

Warnings: flUFf that’s it, and I really got carried away and just let myself enjoy this one (have I ever mentioned? I’m a dancer and welp yeah I needed this, sorry)

A/N: the lonely dancer in me got carried away and wrote you a full on one shot instead of a drabble, whoops my bad

FOR AN OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE, LISTEN TO THIS SONG ON REPEAT WHILE YOU READ

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And one, two, three, one, two, three, TWIRL, two, three, one, two, three, DIP…

“Don’t drop me, don’t drop me,” you whisper, clenching your eyes shut as Loki gently dips you, his hold on your waist secure. You can hear him chuckling and he lifts you back up with the final chord of the song.

“I’ve never once dropped you, yet you still don’t trust me,” he tuts playfully, squeezing your hand and turning back to the instructor for the critiques you both know are coming. You scoff indignantly, but the instructor has already begun to tear apart your apparently repulsive performance.

“Sire, I speak as your teacher and out of the best interests of the kingdom when I say…your form is horrid.”

You clap a hand over your mouth to stifle a giggle at the old man’s blatantly honest statement, glancing at loki who looks just as surprised.

“I need a higher chest, give me pride, give me confidence as you lead your partner!” The instructor pushes between the two of you, pushing Loki’s chin up and positioning his hands in the air as if he were holding you. “Much better.”

At the sight of him, you just can’t contain your snort of laughter. He looks so uncomfortable, stiff and his face contorted like he’s smelling something awful, the exact opposite of what you would think a romantic waltz in front of the whole kingdom would entail.

Loki glares at you as best he can without messing up the position he’s been put in, which only makes you want to laugh more. The instructor finally finishes with him and whirls around to stare you down, shutting you up immediately.

“And you, dear…” the old man sighs, shaking his head. “As long as you stay off the ground, I’ll be satisfied. Let’s take it from the top.”

Now it’s Loki’s turn to laugh at your shocked face. You hadn’t thought you were THAT bad, considering you were being forced to take these lessons!

The music starts playing again, an airy, beautiful waltz, and the two of you face each other. Loki bows as usual, flashing you a wink on the way up, and you respond with a well-practiced curtsy. You walk towards each other, each putting a hand up to the other’s and circling each other.

“Off the ground, hm?” Loki whispers as you turn. “I daresay you’ve impressed him.”

“Oh, shut up. You’ve let your chin drop.”

His hand finds its way to your waist and the other takes your hand, lifting it as he starts leading you in a graceful dance. Regardless of what the instructor says, Loki is a beautiful dancer and more times than you can count you find yourself lost staring up into his eyes as he spins you across the floor.

With eyes that dreamy, it’s no surprise when your hand—really, uncontrollably—slides over his arm to rest behind his neck, pulling him down to you for a kiss. He grins when you pull away, twirling you under his arm, and you turn back into him with your arms draped around his neck.

“None of that, no, no!” The instructor screeches, ripping you from the ethereal moment.

“If we ignore him, perhaps he will go away?” Loki whispers, continuing to spin further from the intrusive instructor. You snort with laughter in the most unladylike manner, which only makes Loki start chuckling as well, and before you know it, you’re both overcome with fits of stifled laughter.

The instructor is not as amused.

He storms over to where you are swaying back and forth, trying to contain your laughter. “That is not acceptable. People will be watching.”

You are about to respond with a firm “let them,” but Loki clears his throat and jumps in before you can.

“I apologise. That won’t happen again. Can we return to the dance?”

The instructor gives Loki a look of such disappointment that it almost makes you cringe, before turning on his heel and cueing the music once again.

“You didn’t need to take the blame for me, doofus.” You return to the proper position, one hand in his and the other on his shoulder. “I kissed you. I’ll own up to it.”

He laughs and suddenly dips you again, and you clutch at his arms with a yelp at the loss of balance. “Our, ah, audience, doesn’t appear to find me as appealing as you do,” he says, threatening to drop you as your feet scramble for some traction. “Stay off the ground, darling, don’t you remember?”

You’re about to start fighting him, but the instructor stomps over again and firmly plants your hand on Loki’s shoulder.

“This hand. Here.” He shakes his head in disappointment and takes your other hand, putting it in Loki’s and grasping both of your hands in his. “And this hand. Here. I beg of you. We can be done in just a moment, please just do it once more—correctly.”

You bite back a giggle and nod, avoiding eye contact with the god holding your hands. If you look at him, you’ll both absolutely lose it and just piss off the teacher even more.

“Again, my apologies. Really, darling, you should know better than that,” Loki scolds playfully as the music begins to play again.

“Sorry, babe,” you sigh dramatically. “Maybe I’m just not cut out for this whole ‘royalty’ thing.”

Concern floods his eyes at your jest and he quickly spins you into his side, standing right next to you as you both step forward and backwards in perfectly rehearsed synchronisation. “Of course you are, don’t you dare say that!”

“I was kidding, babe. Obviously I’ve got the formality of it down, don’t you think?” You flash him a grin and slip your hand down from his shoulder to give his ass a light slap. “Maybe I just need a better, ‘less distracting’ partner.”

His eyes shoot wide open and he almost misses a step, his cheeks bright pink. “Just what do you think you are doing?” He hisses, flinching at the disapproving glares coming your way from the old instructor. “You’re going to get me exiled from the realm.”

“Come on, babe. Can you really blame me?”

“Hmm…yes, I can, if your lack of self control gets me in trouble.” He grabs your hand off his ass and lifts it back into the proper position. “Now shut your beautiful mouth and hold my hand before I stab you with it.”

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The airy plucking of violins continues to echo through the grand ballroom and you know there’s a particularly tricky spin coming up—Loki is supposed to lift you with a turn, setting you right back down and moving into the next step.

It’s never worked.

“Up and over, remember? Jump on three, I’ll lift you,” he murmurs, glancing at the instructor who shoots him another warning look to stop talking.

You nod and try to focus in on your balance; it’s just a simple jump with a little added spin. The violins and cellos crescendo and whoosh! With a flutter of the music, you’re in the air, Loki’s hands tight on your waist.

Your dancing slippers touch back down on the floor, narrowly missing his feet, but completing the move nonetheless.

You squeal excitedly and are about to celebrate the successful move, but the instructor cuts off your excitement before you have the chance to say anything.

“No, no, no! Absolutely not, stop the music.” The music scratches to a stop and you frown, freezing in your waltz position with Loki.

“You look terrified, first of all. Do you not trust your partner?” He moves behind you and grabs Loki’s hand, moving it from yours to hold your waist. “Jump, and one, two, three, jump!”

You quickly comply and give an awkward little hop, and Loki follows your movements with a confused look on his face. “I think her previous spin was perfectly acceptable. I don’t see the problem,” he says, turning to the instructor.

He only sighs and shakes his head. “Hardly adequate, sire. For a couple so good for each other, the chemistry between the two of you is truly lacking.”

At his words Loki grips your waist a little tighter. “I beg your pardon?”

The instructor should really know better than to question the prince. But he continues, unabashedly pointing out the flaws in your attempts to dance.

“Sire, with all due respect, you are enjoying yourself far too much. You represent the crown, the throne of Asgard. I need nothing but poise and solemn strength from you.”

You notice Loki’s eyes narrowing as he listens, and you squeeze his shoulder reassuringly. He is enjoying himself—as if that’s such a sin! These dancing lessons have become some of Loki’s favourite moments, a chance to be close to you and a perfect excuse to have his hands all over you. He treasures these lessons, hours spent losing himself to your adoring eyes and feathering touches, listening to beautiful music and letting reality slip away.

But of course, the instructor isn’t finished.

He goes on to explain how you seem too distracted by Loki, so much so that you have lost all control of the dance, putting it all in the hands of the god. Both of you are only becoming discouraged by the old man’s criticism, your conjoined hands slowly dropping lower and lower.

There’s nothing worse than watching that rare little spark of joy in Loki’s eye fizzling out into nothing. By the time the dance teacher lets you go, he has all but given up his love for the art, sulking over to the chairs lining the walls and angrily starting to untie his shoelaces.

You glance around the now-empty ballroom, unsure of what to do. The sweet moment that once was shared has up and left, leaving behind a tense silence and ruined spirits. You know how much Loki enjoyed dancing with you, even though he would never openly admit it, so it hurts even more to watch him spiralling down faster than you can catch him.

But saving him, lifting his spirits? That’s your job. There will be no sad gods, no upset or disappointed princes in the palace tonight.

Not on your watch.

The skirt of your evening gown swishes around your ankles as you bounce over to him, putting a finger under his chin to tilt his head back. “You know…that’s not how we waltz on earth.”

He looks up at you, unmistakably intrigued. “No?”

You shake your head and hold out a hand. “Nope, that’s not how it works at all, babe. It’s completely different. Mind if I show you?”

He can’t help but grin as he takes your hand, letting you lead him back to the center of the ballroom. You place his hand on your waist and take the other in your own, and as if by magic, a new song starts floating through the air.

It’s different from the last one. This one is sweet, gentle…fun. It’s bouncy and light, making you want to bounce on your heels and with a knowing smile, you let the music sweep you away.

The two of you twirl around them room, moving nowhere near perfectly except perfectly with one another. Any dance teacher would have been disgusted by the “informality” of your movements, but you spin and lift his arm to twirl under it, crashing into his chest on the way back and bringing a laugh to his lips.

“Are you sure this is how they dance on Midgard?” He chuckles, catching you as you almost trip over the hem of your dress. “I have a hunch that you just said that to excuse your lack of skill.”

“Wha—I’m an amazing dancer! I mean, just look at this!” You joke and spin carelessly away from him, feeling light as a feather in the flowing gown with your arms spread wide.

There’s a shift as the music picks up tempo. A hand on your waist stops your twirling, and suddenly Loki has stolen control of the entire dance.

He steps towards you, an almost menacing look hiding in his grin, one hand behind his back and the other on your waist. One foot before the other, he moves against you swaying you back and forth with the chords of the song.

He’s got you captivated, completely and utterly floored in his arms. You could just melt, the way he gazes down at you, how his hand rests low in the curve of your back, the other brushing along your arm to caress your hand in his and occasionally bring it to his lips. The dim lights of the ballroom highlight every curve and angle of his face and you can’t look away; it’s enchanting how his hair is allowed to move like that, whipping around his head with his every move.

He leans in to rest his lips against your forehead, his hair brushing your cheeks, and before you know it your eyes are closed. It’s just him, his movements, his hands, his lips on your skin, his scent making your head spin faster than the two of you are spinning across the floor.

The music climbs to a peak and your eyes fly open when you feel your feet leave the ground for the tiniest moment.

“Loki!” You screech, suddenly flailing as you realise he’s trying the dreaded lift-turn that you can’t get for the life of you. He quickly sets you down, his grip on your waist tight as ever.

“Sorry, I thought we could try…” he gives you a sheepish smile.

“No, it’s fine, that’s my bad,” you respond breathlessly, shaking yourself out of the trance his movements had put you under. “I think you’ve figured it out by now—I can’t dance for shit.”

He laughs, leading you back into a simple one-two-spin, prepping to lift you again. “You know, something tells me you are a beautiful dancer, that the problem was in your teacher rather then you.”

“Are you offering to help?”

“The task may prove beyond even my aid, but I can certainly try.”

His hands become ever more comfortable on your back and waist, guiding you through complicated steps as he murmurs quiet counts and instructions in your ear. You do your best to follow, keeping his body close up against yours and letting him have control of your movements. The beautiful melody slows nearly to a stop and he takes the opportunity to bend you into a low dip, brushing his lips over yours in the process.

This time, maybe it’s just because your every move isn’t being watched by that hawkish instructor, but it’s as magical as you always dreamed it could be. Loki dropping you isn’t even a thought that enters your mind; this is meant to be, your bodies are meant to move with each other’s exactly like this.

”I like your method of teaching waaay better,” you mumble as he lifts you back up, his lips chasing yours to stay connected.

He grins and kisses you again, a hand coming up to cradle the back of your neck. “You see, that sad old man had it completely wrong,” he murmurs. “A waltz is supposed to be romantic. It’s supposed to be…intimate.

He spins you out so quickly your breath leaves your lungs, snapping you back against his chest before you have a moment to miss the feel of his body. His voice is pure silk, explaining the dance low in your ear.

“It is supposed to be two bodies, made for one another…” his hand trails down your back, pulling you even closer into him. “…moving together to a piece of music that connects their souls.”

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hope you enjoyed, feel free to send me ideas!

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[frigidvm]

✧･ﾟ(   khione + kaylee bryant + cisfemale   ) 𝒎𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒂 !!  have you seen (   eleanora “ella” duponte  ) around ? (  she  ) has been in kaos for (   six months   ). the (   twenty two year old   ) is a/an (   unemployed   ) from (   ontario, canada   ). people say they can be (   fierce   ) but maybe that’s not too bad ‘cause they can also be (   cunning   ). whenever i think of them, i can’t help but think of (   the numbness in your fingertips when touching ice, frost patterns along a rose petal, & the warmth of hot chocolate on a winter morning   ).

I ALSO MADE A PINTEREST HERE IT ISSSSSS click here

hi usually i have a pretty intro graphic but ya girl is feeling ultra lazy today and photoshop is being a big bitch and so i just ... decided to use a little gif that truly encompasses ella as a person EIRUFLKND

BUT ANYWAYS hey it’s me again, lou, i also play julietta and i am soooo excited to be introducing this baby to you all !! i’m gonna be frank, she’s not the easiest to get along with ?? i kinda based her a little bit off of how khione was in the pjo books but Less Evil and Less Messy if that makes sense ?? she’s just really blunt and kinda sorta rude and very much the queen of RBF. below is a bio i wrote in second person -- it’s pretty long so u dont have to read it if u dont want to i promise it wont hurt my feelings ill be happy to give u a tldr if u want me to. 

i hope u enjoy my baby ,, pls dont be afraid to plot with her i promise she may seem like a meanie but she rlly does have the Capability to be nice ,,, she’s just forgotten how ,,

on december 25th, in the year 1997, you made your way into the world in the midst of the coldest night ontario had faced in months. your parents, evelyn and nathaniel duponte, had prayed and prayed for a baby girl for years. years and years and years of trying and trying and trying until eventually, they had given up. and it was only when they’d given up that you came to be.

as a child, you were nothing short of the brightest light in the house. your smile was enough to brighten even the darkest of hearts, your laughter sweeter than even the daintiest christmas bells. you were a dream child – that is, until they stole your light. and how did the do that, you ask ? well, this is truly where our story begins …

no one is entirely sure when the passion blossomed, but some rumor it to have started on your fourth birthday. your mother and father thought that a fun trip to an ice skating rink would make for a good present, and much to their surprise, you were a natural. it was as if you were born specifically for the ice. one step into the rink and off you went, able to hold yourself upright and balanced even at such a young age. a prodigy, they said. absolutely incredible, they praised. you left that evening with a new pair of skates and weekly lessons scheduled into your routine.

after two months of lessons, they went from weekly to three times a week. and then every day. before you really knew what was happening, you were spending every second of your life at the ice rink, honing in your skills. this talent that you possessed was going to get you far in life, your coach had said. what he didn’t seem to realize was the monster that it would awaken within your mother. it was gradual, at first. a slow trickle. one day she was more proud of you than any parent ever could, and then a week later she was subtly criticizing your technique. and then she was restricting you from going out with friends, saying that practice was far more important. and then she was pointing out every single flaw that you had, and harshly at that. pretty soon, the joy in your eyes winked out, the warmth in your chest icing over entirely. if a machine was what she wanted for a daughter, a machine was what she would get.

competitions came and went, gold medals were secured, and you were on a fast track to competing in the olympics. your once bright and bubbly personality had since faded into one of cold and cunning, of ice and harsh. you only ever smiled when you won. your mother was no longer the nurturing woman you remembered. your father allowed her to treat you like her own personal doll. you began to fold within yourself until you were nothing but a frozen front, a heart iced completely with no chance of thaw.

your first olympics were terrifying. but you persevered, and came home with the gold for your division. a landslide win, they’d called it. rookie sensation, they deemed you. the praise went right to your head, and the arrogance bloomed in your chest. you knew just how good you were, and didn’t let anyone tell you differently. four years later, you competed again, and yet another gold. a two time olympic champion, a national ranking – what more could you need ?

and then you saw the zillow ad for a nice house on a small island called kaos. for the first time in forever, something besides ice caught your attention. it was an impulse decision, and a quick move. she waited until both of her parents were out of the house to have all of her things collected, and just like that, she was gone. vanished. no word as to where she was going other than a note that read ‘see you whenever.’ it’s been six months since then, and she has no plans on leaving kaos anytime soon.

iii. details.

she is not very nice ,,,

she also comes from a fuckload of money. very high society.

is a world ranked figure skater

has won two olympic gold medals

her favorite color is champagne ( shes so boujee i hate her )

always has very manicured nails

honestly the best way i can describe her is like

blair waldorf except not whiny ??? very much a “i’m important and idc what you say about it” vibe

definitely lives in designer clothing

used to be very artistic and was actually fantastic at painting and drawing and sculpting but then her mom was like “its a distraction no more for u”

she really …. doesn’t know how to have fun anymore ??

MAAAAAJOR slytherin vibes. like major. very ambitious and cunning and will do anything to get to where she wants to be

like she doesn’t care who she has to go through

and she also doesn’t care who’s feelings she hurts

has a maine coon named fluffernutter ,,, because he is white and brown and reminded her of the sandwich. however she commonly refers to him as fluff and refuses 2 tell anyone his actual name

wears only one piece of jewelry and it is a silver necklace with a locked heart pendant ( this is absolutely symbolism thnx )

does not have a job because she does not need a job

really likes the luxurious lifestyle

definitely owns a rolex

really just … doesn’t care abt anything

someone thaw her out pls & thank u

iii. wanted plots !!! im also super duper open to brainstorming things of our own ! these are just ideas !!!

1. the former best friend - this is someone that she spent a good majority of her time with before her mother limited interactions with people. they did everything together, whether it be watching a movie or trying to see how long they can get away with hiding in a grocery store after they close. it’s been nearly four years since they’ve spoken, and this might be one of the only people to bring a genuine reaction out of her.

2. the almost, the maybe, the “there’s something there” - they met recently. or maybe they met awhile ago. could work either way. this person was almost successful in attempting to worm their way into her heart. almost, however, is the key word in that statement. having gone so long without genuine human interaction outside of her sport, she hadn’t realized just how much she had longed for a friend. and then, she suddenly liked them as more then a friend, and that was when ella cut off everything. she’ll never admit it, but the idea of building a connection with someone terrified her.

3. the rival - oh, these two do not like each other. the why is something that can be discussed, but just know that there was some sort of altercation that led to the level of dislike between the two of them. could it possibly change ?? maybe so. i’d actually like to see how that pans out. however, as of right now, the most they do is snipe at one another mercilessly

[tracle0]

t w e l ve

Tagged by @joyful-soul-collector who yeah man listen we’re gonna tag each other backwards and forwards until we’re out of characters, and all due respect, but I think I have a few more characters than you so fuckin try me 

Heads up in advance - question 12 references some childhood abuse. Very faintly. But ye have been warned. 

1. Would you rather have a monkey tail or cat ears?

Clearly not the question Olly was expecting. He jerked a little and shot a look over your shoulder. You’re not really sure what he’s looking at, but whatever it was, it assured him into answering it. With a deep frown, he says, “Is it possible to have neither?”

You tell him no, he has to choose, and he pulls a pouting stubborn face and goes quiet for at least four minutes. Even after prompting with the question again, he refuses to answer. You move on. 

2. Sweet or Salty? Tea or Coffee? Fire or Ice?

“What are these questions...?” He heaves a huge sigh. It seems he regrets agreeing to this. “Salty, coffee and ice. As long as it’s kept safe and is unlikely to spill.”

There’s a little bit of laughter behind you. It sounds like a burst of static. Now you’re afraid to turn around. 

3. What would you do if you somehow lost your best friend? Can be lost in a crowd or loss of life or any other way of being lost.

Once again, he looks over your shoulder at the static spewing being. “Well. We have various rendezvous points about town. If we were lost in a crowd, we’d just go there. But loss as in death...?” For a long moment, he looks lost himself, completely distraught. 

“You could just visit me as a zombie,” the static-spewing person says. Their comment does not still your nerves, nor does it still Olly’s.

“Yes,” he agrees nonetheless. “But...” He shakes his head and gestures at you for move on. 

4. Are you scared of the dark? Have you ever been?

“That’s a stupid thing to be scared of. You’re not actually scared of the dark if you think you are, you’re scared of what might be in it, or you’re scared of the unknown.” His lecture sounds like a rehearsed one. It doesn’t answer your question. His stare is a little too intense for you to prompt again. 

5. Have you ever dyed your hair? Would you ever consider it if you haven’t?

“Absolutely not.”

“Come on, Cardinal, you’d rock a green head.”

Olly’s glare turns into a vicious stare at whoever spoke. You move on hurriedly. This interview is going a lot quicker than the last, and you’re a little thankful for that. 

6. Do you like to play with fire? Have you ever lit matches just to see how close it would get to your fingers before you had to blow it out?

“That’s ridiculously dangerous and anyone who does that is tempting fate, not only to themselves but also to the items around them. Imagine if you dropped the match on a book! How long that’d take to copy out again!” He tugs at the straps around his shoulders in distress, then looks at you. “Do you mean people actually do that?”

You decide not to tell him about the time you stole a matchbox to do exactly that. 

7. Who and/or What do you live for?

“Books.” The answer is instant and monosyllabic. There’s a long pause as you expect him to continue talking, and as he stares at you. Finally, before it can get too long, you’re interrupted by the static-y person behind you.

“What about me?”

Olly sighs long and loudly through his nose then relents. “And Atlas. It’d be a pretty sucky world without Atlas.”

“Damn straight.” 

8. If you were a mermaid/man/person, what would your tail look like?

He gives you a critical stare while the person behind you - Atlas? - laughs harder, again sounding like static. “A... fish?” He finally guesses. 

“We had this exact talk last week, Olly, you liar. What did you say again?” Olly refuses to answer to both you and Atlas, so they fill in for him. “Wasn’t it a tadpole tail?”

“Better than a shrimp,” Olly shoots back. It only makes Atlas laugh harder. 

9. Have you gone to school? If you have, what was your favorite class? If not, why not?

“I have been to school. I liked English.” He pauses, then lowers his voice to a stage-whisper. “It was the only class where Atlas wasn’t there.”

“That’s a lie, it’s the only class where I was there.” Olly’s grin reveals that Atlas is telling the truth. Seems pretty gay, you think, but don’t say. 

10. Have you ever had a pet? Or taken care of an animal in any way? What was the animal’s name?

“Do you realise how many germs animals carry?” Olly shivers, the same shiver you had that one time you woke up to find a tarantula making its slow way up to your inside thigh. “I’ve taken care of plants before. I’m not sure if they had names.”

“They do.” You both ignore Atlas’s input. Plants aren’t animals, you’re both thinking. 

11. Can you swim? Can you drive? How fast can you run?

Before he can go on a tangent about how many germs are in water and how dangerous it can be to your health, he pauses. “Drive?” He echoes, eyebrows furrowed. “Like... driving a horse and cart? I’ve got no need to do that.” Although his outfit - a silvery jumpsuit, loose-fitting oriental jacket and gas-mask look high-tech, his gap in knowledge about cars almost concerns you. “I don’t run much,” He adds, a little awkwardly. 

“He used to be the fastest in town.”

“I don’t run much,” Olly insists. 

12. Have you ever been hit on purpose?

[Childhood abuse tw]

“Maliciously? No.” He’s lying, but you’re not going to push it. It’s one of the questions you were least comfortable with. Atlas also does not push it, and for a moment, you consider turning around to ask them how they got here. Before you can put the thought into action, though, Olly speaks again. 

“I mean, yeah. I have been. Um.” He laughs a little awkwardly. The noise doesn’t suit him. “Dad wanted the ideal child and the first one is always the prototype, always the mistake. It was best to sit down and shut up in my house, and that mostly worked, but not always.” He pauses, and the silence is deafening, and you want to say something but you’re not sure what to say. “Poor Dolly, though,” He adds. “She never knew when to stop.”

If you want to do it please do and then also pretend I tagged you I do not have the mental energy to come up with questions or people to tag so use the same questions plz thnx bye xox

[sadprose-auroras]

‘Too Late’ - John DeaconXFem!Reader (Part 2)

(Read Part 1 here)

A/N: This can absolutely apply to Joe Mazzello’s portrayal of Deacy – whatever floats your boat. It’s also heavily inspired by the structure of the movie Love, Rosie. Also – with regard to the chronology of the story, and characterisation of real people, it’s pretty inaccurate! Pls just take everything with a grain of salt. It’s meant to be an AU.

Honesty all the maths I subjected myself to in this story is hurting my brain. Why do I do this to myself…. I’m never doing a story that jumps all over the place again. OKAY ANYWAY ENJOY AND PLS GIVE ME CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM ON HOW TO WRITE P ROPERLY THNX,,,,, 

2 years later

A knock at the door startled you from your slumber. You sat up groggily, rubbing your eyes. Your boyfriend, Sean, was sitting on the couch adjacent to the one you were lying on, Annabel sitting on his knee. You glanced at the clock, shocked to see it was 8pm; the last you were aware, it was 6 o’clock. You frowned, mumbling, “Who would that be at this time?”

“Guess you should see. I’ll put Annabel to sleep,” Sean said, standing up. You walked over to your daughter, kissing her on the top of her head.

“Goodnight sweetheart,” you said. “I love you bub.”

“Night Mama,” she said sleepily, her voice muffled by her thumb in her mouth. You smiled fondly at the sight of your beautiful miracle. As Sean took Annabel to her room, you quickly went to answer the door. Your last thought before you swung it open was that it must be someone selling something. In a way, it was.

He looked different since the last time you saw him; only briefly, for coffee, five months earlier when he was in town. He had matured rapidly in such a short time; his features more defined, his eyes more sombre, his build broader and his hair shorter. He stood with his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth nervously. You couldn’t help but reach out and hug him.

“Oh my god, John, what are you doing here?” you gasped, pulling back to place your hands on either side of his face, while his hands rested at your sides.

“I just had to see you. I missed you.” he replied, pulling you back in to hug you again. He stroked your back, causing a shiver to involuntarily run up your spine.

“Well come in, come in!” you held the door open for him. He thanked you, then wiped his shoes on the doormat, polite as always.

You both entered into the lounge room, where Sean was sitting on the couch. He furrowed his brows in confusion, glancing at John. “Who’s this?” he asked, standing up to face him.

“Sean, this is John, my oldest and dearest, dearest friend. John, this is Sean, my boyfriend.” You introduced them, as they shook each other’s hand. A look of realisation overcame Sean’s face.

“Oh, the bassist! Y/N told me so much about you,” he said, smiling at John kindly. How awkward, you hadn’t told John about Sean. He thankfully didn’t comment on this though, and instead said, “That can’t be good. Hopefully she didn’t tell you the story of how I tried to ask a girl to the school dance in the middle of class when I was 16, then sneezed in her face. She loves that one.” You rolled your eyes, shaking your head at him.

“Actually, she didn’t,” Sean replied, in a rather sharp tone. You tried to ignore this; he wasn’t jealous, was he?

“Well, I’m actually gonna head home, give you guys a chance to catch up. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Sean continued, quickly kissing you on the cheek, grabbing his coat from the back of the couch and leaving before you could say anything except goodbye.

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After asking John a million questions about his life since you last saw him, and catching him up on how Annabel was, over a cup of tea, John finally asked you what you were dreading.

“So, how long have you been with Sean?” he asked, raising his eyebrow at you. You took a sip of tea, placed in down on the table in front of you, praying he wouldn’t be offended at your answer.

“A little over a year,” you bit your lip. “Sorry I didn’t tell you about him when we saw each other last time. Or when we spoke on the phone. It didn’t seem like the right time.”

What you didn’t want to admit to John, or even to yourself, was that you concealed personal life events such as your pregnancy and relationship, because it felt like you were betraying him. The truth was, Sean could never replace John’s hold on your heart, no matter how hard you tried. He just felt like a distraction, until you ended up with the true love of your life. And that wasn’t fair to anyone, especially to Sean. He deserved all your love and devotion.

“When someone asks you what’s new in your life, you expect them to tell you about a relationship! Especially when you’d been together for ages already!” John said. “I’m just confused as to why you didn’t tell me, that’s all,” he shrugged.

“I… I don’t know why. It just didn’t seem important to mention. I’m so sorry, Deacs.”

“Is there another reason you didn’t tell me?” he asked, his gaze suddenly vulnerable. Your heart began to beat rapidly. Surely he wasn’t implying what you thought, was he? You remembered the conversation you overheard in the very room you were in two years ago, wherein John said you were just friends, and nothing more.

“What do you mean?”

“Damn it, Y/N,” he said abruptly. “I don’t mean to be harsh, but can we just cut the crap? You didn’t tell me because you didn’t want to hurt me. You’re not happy with him; I can see it in your eyes. There’s someone else you’d rather be with.”

“John, I –“ You were at a loss for words. “I don’t know what you expect –“

“Y/N, I love you. I realised recently, that you’re the only one for me. We both know it. You shouldn’t…” John sighed, glancing up at you beneath his lashes, as if he was finding the courage to say the next words. “You shouldn’t be with him. You should be with me.”

And there it was – all you had secretly always wanted to hear from him. But, when you actually heard it out loud, “I don’t want to hear that, John.” He flinched; small enough to cover up, but not from you. You were always so aware of his every, miniscule movement.

You took a deep breath and continued, “It’s too late, I’m with Sean. We’re a family. Not perfect, but a family nevertheless. I need to give him a chance. He’s great with Bel, and he really cares about me.” John pursed his lips together, his eyes becoming glassy. He looked up, avoiding eye contact with you. This absolutely broke your heart, but you knew it would be too difficult. You were already with Sean, a man who wasn’t constantly travelling. A man who could support you and help take care of Annabel.

You never imagined you would be the one to break John’s heart, and you never imagined it would hurt you so much.

2 years later

Hindsight really was 20/20. You had never regretted anything more in your life, than rejecting John when he, finally, loved you back. And now, you had missed your chance forever. You were alone, again, Sean turning out to be a lying, cheating prick, and John marrying someone else after a whirlwind romance. He was gracious enough to accept you back into his life as a friend, after moving on so quickly. Of course it stung, but you had no right to be upset. It was your fault; you let him slip through your fingers once again.

Now, here you were, sitting alone at his wedding, your only company your champagne. Just as you were standing up, about to make your way to the bathroom (you didn’t really need to go, you just wanted something to do), you heard a feminine voice behind you.

“Y/N!” you turned around, and John and Veronica stood before you, hand in hand. “Thank you for that lovely speech,” Veronica continued, pulling you in for a hug.

“My pleasure,” you said, kissing her on the cheek. “You look beautiful.” You pulled away, moving to kiss her husband on the cheek. Your hand lingered at his shoulder, and you closed your eyes, relishing in the feeling of his lip on your cheek. Nothing would ever be the same again. You could never secretly hope a kiss on the cheek, or a hug, would turn into something more. You had to accept that the door was closed forever.

“Congratulations, Deacs. I’m so happy for you,” you said softly, trying to mask the lump in your throat and the tears threatening to spill out. “For both of you.”

“Thank you, Y/N. We really appreciate your support.” John said, squeezing your shoulder reassuringly. He looked at you directly in the eyes. Within that look, were all the memories and emotions you had shared throughout the countless years you had spent together. The joy, the laughter, a thousand words conveyed in a single glance, the comfort of knowing that, no matter how lonely you were, somebody was always there for you. The pain of knowing how close you came to a perfect ending so many times, the hole in your heart when he was absent, and the beautiful wholeness you felt when he was around. And, now, the sheer agony of knowing he would never be yours.

But, maybe it was okay. All of those memories, some painful and some exhilarating, you were grateful for. You were grateful for the beautiful, kind-hearted, funny man before you. Even though you were nothing more than friends, it was enough; it had to be. His friendship was enough. Maybe, some point in the future, things would happen for the two of you like you always believed they would. Then again, maybe they wouldn’t. You had missed your chance, because you didn’t fight for him. And you were okay with that.

[thebiscuiteternal]

Hey cosmic, unsure if this has been recommended to you before but there’s a podcast I really like called Critical role, campaign 2/the Mighty nein is really fun ongoing and it gets dramatic sometimes but honestly has this vibe about it that reminds me of you (especially Nott and Molly) , thought you might like it, there are lots of cool animatics online for it as well! Thnx for being awesome (how are the patches doing btw?)

I have not gotten into Critical Role for the same reason I couldn’t get into TAZ and I don’t listen to audiobooks: no matter how hard I try, my brain goes into “boring lecture mode” and starts tuning out until I have no idea what’s going on. This isn’t the fault of the series! I blame a couple of abysmally dull college instructors. If they ever make a comic of it, like TAZ is doing, I might be able to join in.

And the patches are doing great! I just got a handful of new ones and I’m waiting for them to get here. I might start taking patch representation requests again later this week.

[honeylikewords]

(P1) The pilgrim thing got me really disappointed!! Because they LITERALLY SAID!!! HE WAS GONNA BE FIGHTING A*T-RIGHT PEOPLE THIS SEASON!!!! I feel like this is a big let down to a lot of the people who were looking forward to frank, a character who is commonly misconstrued as an a*t-right figure himself to deny that once and for all, namely the fans who belong to minority groups (myself included) as well as the issue with the last I know they were doing it as a little easter egg by

(P2) recreating that one image from the comics but they could have put it in a better situation because a)those criminals were in fact rather young and the fact that the perfectly fit the "thug" stereotype is iffy at BEST. Because it also brings up something that was talked about in luke cage/defenders (a character I mcfrikken love) that black boys who are just trying to feed their family end up getting killed/beaten within an inch of their life meanwhile the white vigilante gets off free

(P3) (I know I'm writing a lot I apologize but m feeling heated ab thjs) because truly they looked roughly the same age as Amy. I will say I enjoyed his brotherly jokes with curtis (shout out to that man for dealing with his dumbass and not killing him for all the stress he causes him akdjsk) and the times he showed true care and softness (ie ACTUAL FRANK CHARACTERIZATION) towards amy. Im also iffy about the fact that he let a guy who peddles child porn go? S2 of dd he killed a dude doing that

Okay, first of all, don’t worry about apologizing, it’s TOTALLY fine to be heated about this. The media we consume is reflective of the thoughts and beliefs of the people creating it, and can influence the thoughts and beliefs of the people consuming it. As such, we SHOULD be heated about the content we see and create; it has impact and influence, and it matters that we call out issues when we see them, and remain intensely scrutinous of what we’re being shown. No need to be ashamed of that.

Second, I’m going to answer each point or comment made here in list format, just to try and keep things organized. Because it’d be really easy for me to spin out and start ranting, and I want to keep this cohesive and legible.

1) The letting Pilgrim live thing was just... so unimaginably stupid. They talked about him being a major antagonist and yet he played no important role in the series at all. From a functional, story-based level, the entire Pilgrim-Schultzes plot needed to be cut. It was convoluted, unnecessary, and wasteful, while also managing to be confusing and just flat out boring. Pilgrim wasn’t even an interesting character! He was just a waste of screentime! The two plots of Billy and Pilgrim were always fighting for attention, and it distracted from the linear progression of the show.

But on a more fundamental and moral level, it was also just... so, so bad to display him as an alt-r*ght neo-N*zi and just... let him live. As if he had an excuse. As if he was “equitable” to Frank because his weird little Christian fundamentalist wife died and he had two kids (off topic, but Lemuel is a horrible name).  As if I was supposed to feel bad for him. As if I was supposed to sympathize with him, pity him. I don’t. And if I, a pacifist, soft-hearted, “forgiveness freely given” girl wouldn’t pity him, why on earth would a man like Frank?

It’s ridiculous. It’s shameful. Any piece of media that tries to “humanize” N*zis in a way where they are portrayed as sympathetic and “just people following orders” is disgusting. A N*zi chooses hate. A N*zi chooses bigotry. There is no mistake there, no human folly. That is choice and it is unforgivable. Pilgrim deserved to die, and that’s all I have to say about it.

2) I recognized that as a scene from the comics, an icon of Punisher-ing, but... You’re really, really right, and that’s something that worries me about Punisher and its fanbase. I’ve been stepping away from Punisher because I think it’s starting to cross the line into that territory; white vigilantism is, in many ways, a dangerous game to play, and when we start to romanticize white men with guns taking the law into their own hands and mowing down “thugs” (who, you are right to say, are usually just poor POC who are trying to make ends meet), we start walking a razor thin line.

Frank Castle in DD S2 was... different. This new Frank, this Punisher Frank? I don’t like him. And I don’t like what he stands for. Not anymore.

And I think the issue is that people like the idea of this big, bad white man with the guns calling all the shots, literal and metaphorical. And that scares me. Frank Castle is supposed to protect these infringed people, supposed to protect the downtrodden and oppressed. When he becomes a symbol and tool of that oppression, things get ugly, and things go wrong.

We can’t just excuse the inherent issues in something like Punisher just because we like Jon. I know I can’t. I have to ask these questions because they matter, and because it matters to me and to hundreds of thousands of other people who have to live with the fact that there is a chance that they could be shot down like that for no reason other than because someone decides their life doesn’t matter as much as, let’s say, a white one.

I know it sucks to bring politics into something we enjoy, but it also sucks that people have to deal with the real-life consequences of these issues. And it sucks that people see this show and idealize it, romanticize it, idolize the violence and the wickedness and the idea that they should be able to hold the scales of justice on their own and decide who matters based on their own personal whims.

The race discussion is very real with Punisher, and it’s a discussion we need to be having. We need to look at this critically and we need to see that, yes, there’s some very, very bad problems and some glaring issues. And we need to be honest about that, preferences all set aside.

3) Curtis Hoyle is a f*cking saint and deserves a break. He deserves it. (Also, what is going on with the show that they? Seemed to forget he has a prosthetic? He was leaping around and doing all manner of stunts as if he had both legs. Like... guys.)

4) Dad Frank was the only good thing about this season. Fight me.

5) The child p*rn thing upset me, too. I guess we’re supposed to infer that Frank is “growing” and not just killing whomever he pleases, and supposed to infer that he listens to Amy and wants to please her and not upset her, but... then he, like, murders anyone anytime anywhere after that. It seemed like they only showed the “growth” away from the urge to kill when it suited them, and it seems it only suited with regards to some of the lowest, most disgusting people ever.

Like, Frank takes the shot and kills Billy without even letting Billy say his final, dying words (which seemed to be an apology in the making?), but holds back from killing Pilgrim just because Pilgrim said “wait” and “I have sons”? Bullshit. Pilgrim and that child p*rn man should have died. End of discussion.

In the end, I guess I’d sum it up this way: Punisher season two lacks conviction. It wants to present the argument that things with Frank are complicated, but complicated just ends up coming across as nonsensical. Nothing about the show makes sense, there is no clear character development, every action is seemingly at random, and the plot is jumbled. The show can’t stick to anything without changing its mind, retconning itself into nothingness.

But worse yet are the implications of this jumbled mess; humanizing N*zis and white s*premacists, advocating the brutal violence of a white man with a gun as his own lawless lawmaker, and just a sort of devil-may-care attitude about what it means to be someone with power and exerting that over people who don’t stand a chance.

I have a lot of complaints, but I think, mostly, I’m just disappointed and sad. Frank deserves better than this. We deserve better than this.

We deserve heroes who will fight for what’s right. This Frank seemed to hardly know what on earth it was he was fighting for. And that makes me really, really frustrated.

(D/o/n’t r/e/b/lo/g, I don’t wanna get into any discourse, thnx)

[loverofthefandoms]

Can I just address a random thought? Why did Universal Studios try to create the Dark Unvierse franchise when they could have easily begun a shared universe with their monster movies from the late 1990’s to early 2000’s? AKA the Mummy franchise, Van Helsing?? Rewatching those movies, they could easily have fit within the same universe (Van Helsing occurs before The Mummy by over a century but the Vatican organization Helsing served could have been connected to The Mummy somehow). And both of those Universal pictures were directed by Stephen Sommers. If you watch these films closely you can see and hear the similarities in filming and music.

Why didn’t Universal realize the opportunity they had before them by revamping the monster movie franchise through these films? Well, for one thing neither Van Helsing nor The Mummy movies had positive reviews from critics. Some disliked the plot, some disliked literally everything about them. Another reason why the opportunity was missed was because the “shared universe” concept in film was not as popular and money making as it is today, thanks the Marvel Cinematic Universe beginning the trend after 2008’s Iron man (also beginning the love for post-credit scenes). The idea of putting their monster moves films into one cinematic world probably never crossed the minds of the heads of the studio. Perhaps Sommers secretly had the idea of a shared universe in his head when making Van Helsing in 2004; the film style and movie scores are just so similar, it’s eerie.

I may be biased, but I grew up watching these movies and I LOVED them. Sure, they’re campy, with crap CGI and messy plots, but they had a sense of fun and adventure despite dark plots and terrifying monsters, they were movies that had a thrill to them that the current Dark Universe films are lacking. It’s too bad that opportunity will never come to light, and we’ll probably never get a solid or enjoyable Dark Universe monster movie at this rate.

THNXS for coming to my Ted Talk

[wandaposting]

Eeeee, I meant concerns about lizzie, I'm curious.

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Hi, are people hating on Lizzy? She’s so sweet and funny and adorable, I adore her

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heeeeyyyyy i saw you mentioned somewhere legitimate criticisms against lizzie olsen and i’d love to hear them if you’ve got the time - i saw your breakdown of criticisms against wanda and you’re obviously very educated about this, and i feel it’s important i know as much about the celebrities i love as i can. so if you wouldn’t mind i’d really like to hear what the legitimate criticisms against lizzie are?? thnx ily

hehehehehe I THOUGHT U MEANT LIZZIE, FRIEND!!!

I’m gonna preface first by saying I’ve called her flawless bean uwu before this and I’m gonna keep calling her flawless bean uwu after this, because that’s what I do, and also because she’s legit a lovely and down to earth person by all accounts and I feel heckin blessed that she plays our girl.

Something else to keep in mind that just about every actor who plays every major character has people ragging on them. There’s an Anti Tom Holland tag. Why is there an Anti Tom Holland tag? I don’t know, but there’s a vocal minority against just about everyone, especially if they’re white in Woke Tumblr/Twitterspace. Haters gonna hate, and we don’t have to pay attention to them. The response to just about every cast member in the MCU has been massively positive where it matters.

But that doesn’t mean I can’t put my critical thinking hat on, think about the times she’s said stuff I’ve disagreed with, and consider the validity of some of the vocal minority that is her detractors.

She doesn’t seem to understand the comics. Or to rephrase this, she hasn’t conveyed an understanding of the comics as thoroughly and eloquently as, say, Tom Hiddleston (who may be One Of Us in the way he waxes beautiful, beautiful meta). At this point it’s easy to pull the Ignorant card, but I think it’s more complicated than that. I stand by my earlier position that Comics Wanda is a Clusterfuck (I say, with endearment), and to have a thorough and eloquent understanding of Comics Wanda is to acknowledge this fact. Comic clusterfucks don’t help someone who is trying to formulate a narrative about a character and get into their shoes.

So she took that big pile of Wanda-related comics they gave her when she first got the role, and she formulated her own narrative to tie it all together. Some parts of that narrative may be different from yours or mine. Other parts of that narrative may be oversimplified. And other parts are certainly different from the narratives of Woke Tumblr/Twitterspace. It’s what she’s got, and it’s not less or more valid than the rest.

I can see why people with their own strong opinions about Wanda would object to things Lizzie has said (I can’t pull up videos right now, but she’s said stuff like “she’s crazy” back in 2015). I’m personally uncomfortable with how she hypes No More Mutants, and I go through a mini internal crisis over whether I should reblog posts that hype No More Mutants every time I see them on my dash. (For those who have seen the Haunting of Hill House, it’d be the same as hyping and praising the deeply troubled Olivia Crain circa Episode 10, if she also happened to psychically massively alter an entire population of people during her meltdown. Also Bendis just sucks at writing OP characters in OP scenarios. And dialogue. And a slew of other stuff.)

She’s also used the term “gypsy” to describe the twins. Some people consider that a slur, others do not, and others have no idea that any drama surrounding the word exists. (Jason Momoa literally named his production company Pride of Gypsies.) I can’t speak to whether it should be considered a slur or not, but I can say that popular culture is clueless about it thanks to… popular culture, and movies like Hunchback of Notre Dame. I didn’t even know it could be considered offensive until I dug deep into the Comics Wanda fandom way back when, because it definitely doesn’t hold the mainstream connotation that “this word is vile and intended to be vile” like other racial slurs. I suggest to those who do consider it offensive to have patience with those you’re informing, because it’s an uphill battle for those reasons. But I’m sure Lizzie never said it again after it was pointed out to her, and Mark Ruffalo has apologized for reacting in poor taste when it happened.

Then there’s the elephant in the room. The big enchilada: the belief that Wanda Maximoff should be played by a Roma and/or Jewish actress. I’ve already deliberated my thoughts about this at length, but to summarize: Comics Wanda is still a Clusterfuck (I say, with endearment) that leaves plenty of room for many, many, many different interpretations and adaptations of Wanda to exist. Lizzie’s great in the role. I’m sure a WoC would be great, too. Heck, I’ve seen some great fancasts floating around, so good on those. But my take is that there’s nothing morally wrong about Lizzie being in the role–you can prefer that someone else be in the role, you can be disinterested in Lizzie’s Wanda because she’s not your tea, and hey, that’s valid.

To those who think Lizzie should be smeared for not stepping down and allowing the role to be recast because it’s the Right thing to do, I say fuck that, those are the kinds of people that are too high up on their high horse for me to understand.

So I’m still gonna be here calling her flawless bean uwu, with the caveat that I do disagree with some of the things she’s stated and probably will state and that’s okay. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[ophexis]

Gimmeeeeee 4,14, 24, 34, 44 for A'den (if there's stuff you don't want me to know yet, you can mark it as spoilerrrssss) aaaaand 3, 13, 23, 33, 43 for 'Boss' aND ALSO 2, 12, 22, 32, 42 for Ace pls thnx

I put it under a cut not because it’s spoilery for you but cuz its a long post and yea

A’den

4.Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?

It was more like multiple things, mostly witnessing the aftermath of his attacks, and the way leaders discussed among themselves, and thinking about the morality of what he was doing. He was already incredibly conflicted but then on his last mission he spotted some children playing around in areas dangerously close to a place he was about to bomb and he sabotaged the mission and deserted afterwards. Nobody knows about the last one.

14. Does your character remember names or faces easier?

He’s a bit better at faces, mostly cause he tends to think most other people as not very important and he doesn’t bother memorising names, unless they’re like a target to him or unless he has a grudge or something.

24. How quick is your character to trust someone else?

Not very, unless you prove yourself early on, he’ll generally not trust people.

34. Is your character more likely to keep trying a solution/method that didn’t work the first time, or immediately move on to a different solution/method?

He might try it once or twice if he thinks it didn’t work due to personal errors but he’s pretty quick at trying something else, he hates wasting time.

44. How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?

I don’t think he remembers saying this at all >3>; It would be very hard. It’d be admitting both feelings and weaknesses and he’s not very good at expressing feelings at all or showing a more vulnerable side of himself.

MHworld hunter dude

3. What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like?

Very good! His dad is/was a fisherman with a very positive attitude and who loves life, and they’ve always been on good terms. He was always a good example to him on how to be apart of a community.

13. Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way?

Nope not at all, neither his, monster’s or other people’s. Of course he’ll be concerned at the loss of blood of any of his comrades or his own, but he’s used to it.

23. What does your character dislike in other people?

Selfishness, especially the kind that puts other people in danger (like hunting for personal glory and putting others in danger due to their own rashness.) People acting condescending also rubs him the wrong way.

33. In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve?

A mix of self-deprecating and willing to improve. He’ll work on it, but he’ll definitely crack a few self-deprecating jokes when pointed out. He considers himself far from perfect and he’s pretty humble, so he’ll take criticism to heart.

43. Has your character ever had a dependent figure who was not related to them?

The Moga village chief! Another person he looked up to and who gave him his current good attitude. “The best hunters smile.”

Ace (CT-3376)

2. What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like?

He doesn’t have a mom so that’s a bit hard, so I’ll go with the technical closest…some of the kaminoan cloners, but he wasn’t particularely close to them. Whichever Jedi was there for his training would probably be closer, but I doubt they were allowed to feel too close to them.

12. In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been?

The first time he decided to destroy a separatist ship from the inside. It was a desperate manoeuver he was ready to die for, but it worked out somehow and space battles/sabotage became his specialty and earn him his name.

22. What does your character like in other people?

Loyalty, respect, discipline, determination.

32. Describe a scenario in which your character feels most uncomfortable.

Anything that has to do with personal feelings or having to comfort someone, emotional closeness. He’s very clumsy at it, but he does try his best. He has reccurring nightmares and he’d rather talk about something else than try to explain it to his newest travel companion.

Order 66 is also something he’s very uncomfortable talking about for obvious reasons. 

42. Has your character ever had a parental figure who was not related to them?

His Jedi general, in a way. He didn’t see her as a mother figure or anything, but she always tried to include her Clones in her teachings to her padawan and was always there for them if they needed support.

Captain Rex was also someone he kind of admired and looked up to, even thought they didn’t cross paths that often.

[hmubangtan]

BTS Reaction to you having a watercolor tattoo

 REQUEST: Hii~♡ May i ask for bts reaction to you having watercolor tattoo on your thigh or behind ear??THNX❤

NOTE: So me and Admin Sav agreed that I could do this request instead. I really like this one because I have a tattoo myself and I know what it’s like to actually get one :) I hope you don’t mind that the tattoos are gonna be in other places as well – Admin Jay

[requests for reactions are closed]

➳ Kim Seokjin

Jin would often trace the outline of the birds that decorated the inside of your forearm. Over and over again, his soft touch followed the simple lining as thought about the meaning behind the tattoo itself. The birds represented the hope and determination you had in yourself when it came to being a better person, the watercolors representing being true to who you were or showing your true colors as Jin liked to say. Whenever you were down, he would kiss you gently and remind you of it’s meaning.

“Fly high jagiya, don’t let anyone hold you back. Rise above their criticism”

➳ Kim Namjoon

Namjoon loved everything about the tattoo you had on your ankle. The outline, the colors, the shading and especially the meaning behind it. When you had first gotten it, he curiously examined the tree and wondered what it meant. “What does it mean?” he asked, carefully touching the tattoo. Namjoon listened intently as you explained how it means always remembering where you came from, a smile growing when he finally understood the meaning behind it.

“It’s cool how a simple picture can mean so much to one person.”

➳ Min Yoongi

When you had gotten the tattoo of a single lavender sprig behind your ear, Yoongi would always push your hair aside to admire the art that permanently painted your skin. With a gentle touch, he’d trace the flower with his finger or lips. Yoongi admired your bravery in getting a tattoo in an area where it hurt the most and he wouldn’t hesitate to tell you that.

“I’m honestly not man enough to get a tattoo there.”

➳ Jung Hoseok

Hoseok would have probably been with you while you got the watercolor tattoo of a dreamcatcher on your thigh. Throughout the whole process, he watched anxiously, wincing every time the needle pierced your skin (a/n: it’s not as bad as it sounds, trust me). After that though, he’d probably admire it for hours on end.

“Are you sure it didn’t hurt?”

➳ Park Jimin

Jimin would examine it from all different angles, as if you were trying to play a joke on him. When he realized it was real, his eyes would widen in surprise as he began to wonder how he never noticed the lotus tattoo you had on your shoulder. Honestly Jimin still wouldn’t believe it and would probably poke it multiple times just to make sure.

“How the heck did I not notice?”

➳ Kim Taehyung

Usually Taehyung hated it when you wore clothes that showed off your legs, but when you had gotten the tattoo of a lion on your thigh, he was willing to let you show it off to the world. In his eyes, having a tattoo made you “badass” and he’d constantly tell people how cool you were. At night though, Taehyung would hold you as his fingers danced across the inked skin on your thigh.

“I guess shorts are okay.”

➳ Jeon Jungkook

Just like Namjoon, he’d be captivated by the meaning behind it, whether it meant something simple or not. As if he were a small child, Jungkook would listen intently as you explained why you had gotten a tattoo of a compass rose on your wrist. During your little speech, he’d be tracing the picture, it’s slight bumpyness contrasting with your smooth skin.

“If I asked, would you explain it again?”

[elizabethrobertajones]

Your recent (and fabulous) meta masterposts reminded me I wanted to ask you for advice in linking other people's meta to your own meta, specifically: is there any sort of etiquette when linking meta that isn't yours, particularly if you've never really talked to the original writer before, and the meta you are writing can be viewed as wanky/not a popular topic of discussion in fandom? Is tagging them optional or an unspoken rule? I would like to avoid stepping on anyone's toes ifpossible Thnx!

Heya :D 

I’ve had it hammered into me to always cite sources, and I think that is true in fandom with meta. I do see it as a body of academic work, if very loosely and conversationally. Like… rogue academia being accessed by everyone. End result is still an enormous collection of written work. And in that case you should show fair and square what you’re talking about if you’re staring a new post and not replying. I think linking is always important unless you’re at the most grumbly dotposting vagueblog part of complaining about wank. (I complain about wank this way a lot as a way to vent and show I know about something going around fandom and here’s my 1 line opinion but I don’t wanna get involved :P)

I think it’s very contextual about tagging people in meta though… If they seem open to discussion and their original post was low-wank for the subject (e.g. not screeching about something, or showing obvious angry feelings you’ll never overcome such as character or writer hate that the root causes are too deep to rationalise with in 1 post about what is just a tangential topic to the wank) then I would tag. I’d link to say this is informing my own post and I’m not arguing or tearing things down. I think a lot of the problem in fandom is people assume if you post a reply, it’s, well… a riposte or something. 

I got caught out by it recently replying in the bubble under a post I saw on my dash in the SPN meta tag - the reply I got was assuming I was attacking and defending, while I’d read their tone as quite mild and not hate-filled, so I offered an insight on the thing in the spirit of cross-fandom unity, and was surprised to realise they thought I was defending, which drastically altered my tone into seeming to suggest all sorts of things I hadn’t meant or considered… I forget that no matter how many smilies you cram in to try and look friendly, if people are on the defence from certain things, there is no way to project your chill personality into their life >.> 

(I am now aware I’m vagueblogging but I plagued that poor person’s replies way too much trying probably unsuccessfully to clear up that confusion that I am super chill and read critical meta all the time as a hobby without taking personal offence, and at this point I’m too embarrassed to go back or tag them here :P)

Another thing is if you link their meta, try not to make your meta look like a point by point tear down, but just something informing your thoughts - if you break down every reason you think they’re wrong, it’s going to look rude if you tag them or don’t tag them, no matter how chill you try to be. I try to do this sort of thing by explaining my point of view on a thing by going back to the start and offering my own explanation for the situation or analysis based on things I think, and it’s okay to leave out parts of their stuff you don’t agree with if you can’t weave it into your positive explanation.

I also try really really hard to address all things positively - start as many meta posts as I can with “I love” or “this interests me” or “I would enjoy conversation on this” or other phrases to try and convey you’re making something constructive and for your own enjoyment, or reply to asks with positive affirmations about what they say even if you have some other contrary thoughts. Introduce contrary meta only after putting a positive buffer in rather than introducing like “I have some shit to say” :P Talk up whatever you can that you agree with and makes positive ground, and try to see the other side first before explaining your own… The old Here’s Argument A, I think Argument B, here’s my conclusion which concedes all interpretations are valid but I do still like B better and it fits into my world view more neatly. That sort of thing. I mean I’m not consistently good at this because when I’m tired or grumpy structure goes out the window (sentence, paragraph and essay :P), but when I try and put my thinking cap on, full positivity about everything is my watch word.

Anyway if you try to make your own post as gentle as possible towards the wank, it means tagging someone in it can more clearly be seen as a courtesy towards crediting their idea and offering another opinion which you can clarify you know this is what they think and you’re not demanding they change their mind, but here’s my post about it, thanks for the step up with your post :P 

But yeah, I am a bundle of social anxiety so I tend to tag probably less than I should. That meta post I nearly sweated myself dry worrying if I should tag the OP of the other bi dean masterpost (I did in the end) because I’ve never talked to them, and it did look like stepping on their toes, even though it was something I’ve meant to do for ages, and was fundamentally different to theirs by having a lot of meta back and forth and collections of wide-ranging essays rather than a join the dots through canon like theirs, which is a much easier post to show people for the specific answer to “why do you think Dean is bi” rather than collecting up what I’m interested in fandom… *and that one wasn’t even at all wanky* :P

ANYWAY I think it is rude to link or mention someone’s meta and then do a tear down. I think it’s rude to tag someone when you’re mostly just complaining about their post or only writing to disagree with their concept, and I think it’s pointless to tag anyone who looks like they’re just snap back or block you. I *don’t* think that you shouldn’t ever tag someone you disagree with, as long as you can be constructive and kind. I’ve seen untagged posts with meta disagreements that could have been perfectly civil and not rude IF they’d tagged, because the actual content of both posts seemed to be a fairly constructive discussion, if only they’d been courteous to why they were writing their counter. Of course discovering you’ve been vagueblogged at is never fun and it turns you into the strawman or object of ridicule. I think tagging someone and knowing there’s a full chance they’ll read  what you say even if they will disagree SHOULD be a good incentive to write politely and civilly but then on the wide internet that is not a very common courtesy >.>

(I think it’s excellent that you asked btw… We need more discussions on fandom courtesy.)

(And of course I’m 100% open to people replying or tagging me in discussing whether I’m right or some of this is rude in practice or whatever. :P)