#we do apologize for this. we've been spiralling on and off for the past While

[mantisgodsdomain]

Our apologies if we're... inconsistent in the next little bit. If you'll allow us to be briefly negative, the 3DS/WiiU online services shutdown is... hitting us, with the abrupt GRIEF of something that was loved and cherished and cared for being abruptly... shut down, just like that. Features taken out forever. Parts of games that could have been loved for years to come simply being... gone. An axe that, unlike with older games, CAN'T simply be recovered from, except with infrastructure. Communication between games lost forever. A whole link in things gone, with a lifespan of barely more than twelve years.

It's...

We enjoy the Pokemon games. If we were to start a trade between two GBA Emerald cartridges nowadays, provided we tracked down the hardware, it could still be done. Nothing is lost of communication features. Platinum is a full game without the wifi features, albeit missing a few trade evolutions, and if you have a wifi router with antiquated enough settings, you can still transfer your pokemon forward to Gen 5. Black and White lose few features and can be played in full without hurting too much. With the 3ds...

Pokemon Bank being shut down means no more transfers to future games. A guillotine to transferring beloved Pokemon forward, with no real remedy. ORAS's secret bases rely on passively collecting data from other participants to function. Hacking 3DS games is already difficult, and we doubt that reverse engineering parts of infrastructure that are simply gone will be easy. Maybe it's just other things fucking with us, and we're definitely being a bit dramatic, but... the eShop shutdown already cut off massive amounts of previously playable games. Who will archive online features? Who will archive the things that require connective infrastructure? As things grow more complicated, they grow more difficult to repair. How long before it becomes impossible to replace that which once was?

Twelve years feels like a horribly short lifespan for any technology, and things keep trending worse - making things faster and faster and more and more rushed as the structures they're built on require more and more work. This isn't sustainable. This can't keep going. This market is running faster than we can handle, and it feels like it's only getting faster. Modern things keep being discarded the moment they aren't shiny and new, keep leaning more and more on communication and intercommunication and infrastructure that will rot the moment it isn't actively attended to. How much worse will it be for future things?

There is a game on our computer, fully installed. No online features at all. Yet, it cannot be played. It was made with AOV to prevent piracy, and the servers it was meant to connect to no longer exist.

We don't want more games to be made the same way. But we don't think that this road branches anywhere but an awful demise, approaching faster and faster by the day.

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hello again, I'm back with another request though I'm not entirely sure if it counts as an emergency request or not. I'm one of the people who has a request from your notes goal post though and would be happy to DM you if needed though so please just let me know. I have a friend that I've talked to almost every day for years but we also fight a lot. Usually we're able to move past things and talk through them but it also often feels as though I have to comfort him, no matter who's actually at fault (for example, he does something rude to me but when I bring it up he completely spirals and I have to console him) and it was growing tiring so I began to put less effort into our friendship. In truth it feels like we just don't talk as much unless I'm the one bringing something to the table. Lately we've just been fighting more and more until finally he crossed a line and did something that really hurt me. When I brought it up he said he knew it was wrong but also laughed it off with an "apology" (I say "apology" because he was literally laughing while saying sorry) as though it wasn't a big deal. I tried to move on but everything just feels different now, like this isn't just something that can be laughed off. Part of me knows I need to just move on, but it's hard to just drop a friendship when you've spoken with them very day for years, almost like I'm addicted to a person. If possible could you please do something with Ace helping the reader realize the friendship they're in is toxic when they get hurt again after making excuses for the friend for so long, and helping support them through learning to move on? The dynamic between reader and Ace can be romantic or platonic and reader can be gender neutral as I want fics that can help me to also help as many others as possible!

Thank you

- 🌿

I'm so, so, so x1000 sorry this is soooo late!!!!! I finally got my stress down to a manageable level where I can write again. But I still wish it hadn't taken me so long 😭.

Warnings: toxic friendships, GN!Reader, GN!friend, relationship not established (up to interpretation)

Word Count: 1400

     Leaning against the ship’s railing, you stared out at the ocean. Staring out at the ocean was the best part of living on a ship sometimes. The cool ocean breeze, the fresh air, the endless expanse of water stretching out in front of you, the warm sun on your skin. So calming and soothing… and yet, in a sense, it was also why you were so troubled right now. Your best friend was mad at you again. You’d been friends since well before you’d set out to sea, back before you met Ace and joined him on the waters. Even back then, the two of you fought often, sometimes nothing more than petty arguments, sometimes as big as screaming at each other. Back then, your fights were different, yet the outcome was still the same. You would fight, get angry, shout, and then suddenly you’d find yourself trying to comfort them. Giving them a shoulder to cry on, a warm hug and a soft blanket, comforting words and apologies. It didn’t matter who started it, didn’t matter whose fault it was, you always ended up comforting them. 

     The fight this time had been like a lot of yours since you’d started sailing. They wanted you to come back home. “It’s dangerous”, “Aren’t we friends?”, “Is Ace and his crew all you care about?”, “don’t you know what you’re doing? What you are now?”. You understood it was dangerous out here and you understood you were a pirate now, but you loved it out here, loved the sun and the water, loved the people that had become your family. That never seemed to matter to them though. All that seemed to matter was their happiness. 

     You’d slammed the den den mushi down rather hard in your anger, accidentally startling the poor mollusk. Thankfully, you’d only slammed the microphone down, so at least it hadn’t been hurt in your anger, but you still felt bad for scaring the creature. The snail’s frightened eyes had immediately pulled you out of your anger, making you feel guilty and quickly running to get it a snack to cheer it up. Another being that you had to cheer up after your fight with your friend. 

     You nearly jumped out of your skin as you felt a hand on your shoulder, spinning around to see a familiar freckled face looking at you in concern.

     “Hey, you okay? You seemed pretty distracted.” Ace said, his brow furrowed as you put a hand over your heart, trying to calm yourself down.

     “I… yeah, I’m okay. Just… just thinking.” you muttered, turning back to look out at the water, “Staring out at the ocean helps me calm down and think.” 

     “What’s got you so wound up that you need to calm down to think?” Ace asked, leaning with his back to the railing, looking over at you.

     “It’s… it’s…” your hands clenched into fights as you struggled to get the words out. They were your friend, you shouldn’t say anything mean or bad about them, right? You shouldn’t talk about them behind their back like this, right?

     “It’s f/n, isn’t it? Thatch said he heard you shouting in your room and earlier you said you were going to call them today.” Ace said, giving you a sympathetic look. You couldn’t help but hang your head, unable to look him in the eye.

     “We… got into another fight.” you muttered, your voice barely audible.

     “You always do. And in another hour or two you’ll call them back to try and work things out. Then they’ll start blubbering and make you feel terrible, then you’ll have to comfort them, and it’ll end with you apologizing and them ‘apologizing’ and you’ll both say ‘bye, talk to you later’.” Ace said, rolling his eyes. You looked up at him, your brow furrowed slightly.

     “I… that’s… that’s not true. I…”

     “It is true and you know it. Hell, you know it, I know it, Marco knows it, fuck, even Stefan knows this! This happens every time. You fight, you get angry, you calm down, you talk, they act like the victim, you make them feel better, and you part.” Ace said a little roughly. You flinched slightly as you looked away. Had you really done this so many times that Ace knew how things would go? Were they really so bad that you were so predictable? “The one time things didn’t go like this, you were so hurt that you barely said a word for a week! Fuck, did they ever even apologize for that? And not some bullshit apology like ‘oh gee, I’m sorry, that’s my bad, ha ha ha.’” Ace said mockingly, giving a rather bad impersonation of your friend while giving the dumbest face. You couldn’t stop the small smile on your face at his impression, finding it amusing how stupid Ace was making your friend sound.

     “They… they uh… they apologized… Sort of. I mean, they did sort of laugh it off, but they sounded sort of apologetic. And I mean, they-” “No!” your eyes widened as Ace cut you off.

     “No, that’s not an apology. Not ‘sort of laughed it off’, not ‘sort of apologetic’. Either they apologized or they half-assed things to make you think they apologized so you wouldn’t leave. You don’t ‘sort of’ apologize after hurting someone like that.” Ace said sternly, giving you a hard look.

     “No, it’s fine, really. I’m… I’m sure that they meant it a-” “Stop!” Ace had pushed himself away from the railing this time.

     “Stop defending them, stop making excuses, stop… this! They’re manipulating you so that you won’t leave them. They’re making you feel guilty so that you feel like you need to apologize. That way, when you ‘work things out’, they don’t actually have to try and do better. They’re making themselves out to be the victim so that you think they’re a good friend to stay by your side. You don’t need them! No, you know what, you don’t just not need them, you need to stay away from them! I tried to keep my damn mouth shut, but I can’t watch this ship wreck any longer! Y/n, you’re one of the people I care about most in the world. You’re important to me, so please, believe me when I say that you need to cut your ‘friend’ off like a diseased hand!” Ace said, grabbing your shoulders roughly as he stared into your eyes.

     For a moment, all you could do was stand there and stare at him. Part of you knew he had a point. Your friend was being terrible to you, but part of you couldn’t face that, couldn’t admit that the person who had been your friend for so long was treating you so terribly. You couldn’t just cut them off like that! They’d never talk to you again! Seeing the conflicted look in your eyes, Ace sighed.

     “Listen, I know it’s hard to believe, but I swear, I’m not lying. They’re a piece of shit. If you don’t believe me, ask the others. Marco, Izou, Pops, and Vista all know what’s been going on, ask any of them, they’ll agree with me. Hell, explain things to the others and they’ll probably agree with me too!” Ace offered, a slightly desperate look in his eyes. He needed you to see what was happening, needed you to finally realize that you didn’t need your so-called ‘friend’. You could feel yourself start to tremble as you tried to swallow the lump in your throat. He was right, you knew he was right, but facing that, admitting that, had you feeling like you would crumble. In an instant, Ace had his arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a tight hug.

     “Come on, you’ve been the comforter for long enough, you need to be the comfortee this time.” Ace said softly, making you chuckle slightly at his word choice.

     “The comfortee?” you asked with a small laugh, wrapping your arms around him, allowing him to comfort you.

     “Yes, the comfortee. You know, the person being comforted, like carrier and carried. I’m the comforter and you’re the comforteed.” He reasoned, making you start laughing.

     “Alright, I’ll be the comfortee this time.” you said, relaxing in his hold. Maybe he had a point, maybe you needed to remove your ‘friend’ from your life… and maybe you needed to be the ‘comfortee’ for once.

[vannahmontannah]

Rest of the story on Wattpad @ VannahMontannah For the past couple of days, I have been super busy! I'm talking everybody taxes done came and the firsts thing on they mind is a car. On of them days was my off day, but I didn't mind showing up. I made it home and played with my dog for a little bit and decided to check the mail.

"These past couple days...I need a vacation,"

Bzzz Bzzz

"Hello?"

"What you doing?" Naomi asked.

"Checking my mail. Wassup?"

"I just wanted to talk,"

"What's wrong?"

"Duke...when you were hanging out with Zuri, how did you feel?"

"Why?"

"I just wanna know if I'm not crazy. I've been seeing someone and...I'm afraid she may leave me for someone else...it's scary out here,"

"If they really fuck with you then they would make some happen. I had genuine feelings for that woman...but I knew better. I knew better..."

"I feel the same way, like, I like her attitude, her energy, she's smart and open minded. We've been talking for a while and I don't know if she's ever gonna ask me out,"

"Why don't you ask her out?"

"Because I'm a princess,"

"Of course..."

"It's been two months and I know she likes me too, but she hasn't said anything. What should I do?"

"You definitely shouldn't be quiet about it. Ask what ya doing. Ask questions about ya relationship and where do ya see it going. If you want something, go for it. I know the one who initiated it should make all the moves, but it never hurts to ask,"

"I'm scared of the answer imma get,"

"Gotta let that go. Can't waste your time and she ain't on that level with you,"

I was going through my mail and came across and letter...from Atlanta. Who wrote me a letter from Atlanta?

"You think I should just ask her what we doing?"

"Yeah...yeah. Naomi imma call you back, okay?"

"Okay. Imma text you,"

"Cool. Later,"

I know this ain't who I think it is. I just know this ain't who I think it is.

"I'm truly sorry for my actions and the pain they caused. The weight of regret has been heavy on my heart, knowing that I hurt someone I deeply care about. Please believe me when I say that I care about you immensely, and the thought of causing you distress is unbearable. I hope you can feel the sincerity in my words when I express how much I regret what transpired between us. My apologies come from the deepest part of my soul, desiring nothing more than to make amends. I understand that saying "I'm sorry" might not instantly heal the wounds, but I am committed to showing you through my actions that I am truly remorseful. The realization of your hurt has been a wake-up call for me to reflect and recognize the impact of my actions. I wish more than anything that I could turn back time and erase my mistakes, but in lieu of that, I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. Your well-being means the world to me, and I am dedicated to proving that to you. Please give me the chance to demonstrate not just through words but through consistent actions that I am genuinely sorry and that I truly care about you."

All these emotions are swirling inside me as I read the letter. I am uncertain about what to think or do in this moment. Is she really going to get married? Is she still together with Justin? There are too many questions racing through my mind right now. With her asking for forgiveness, mentioning her return to town, and having a new home, everything feels overwhelming. It's hard for me to process everything at once. Fuck...

"Fuck!" I yelled. This is ridiculous, bruh. Now what the fuck am I supposed to do? Shut her out? Forgive her? Talk to her? I'm stuck! I usually just let them spiral, but Zuri was a charm. She was like that special charm on your bracelet that you admire. The one that's your favorite.

BOOM!

Okay...why is it ALWAYS raining?? Not just raining—thundering.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Who is it?"

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Yo! Who is it?"

I went up to the door and the peephole was covered. Now who playing on my door?

"Aye man, whoever you are, stop playing on my door—"

"Duke!"

I stared at the door for a few seconds. This can't be. After all this time my heart was torn, she decides to come back and think shit good? She has some nerve being at my door step right now. I grabbed Milo and put him in my room.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Duke! Can you please open up?"

Fuck! Should I even open the door?!

She knocked on the door and said, "Duke, I need to talk to you. The wedding is off, okay? There's no more Justin. He's out of the picture. Can you please open the door?" She paused, feeling regret for her actions. "I know what I did was wrong, but I am deeply sorry for what I did. You were right...I should have said no. I don't know what I was thinking."

"How can I believe you?"

"Duke, there's no more nothing! I'm single! I'm all for you! But you knew I was with someone too,"

"Zuri, you hurt my heart. You accepted his proposal and that broke me! I was down for months!"

"I know and I'm sorry! Duke, I don't know how many times in gonna apologize. I've said all I could say. I came from ATL back home to do this and wrote you a letter. I was gonna leave the voicemail, but I froze. You're all I was thinking about! DUKE JUST OPEN THE DOOR!"

"STOP YELLING!"

"YOU'RE BEING STUBBORN!"

Everything went quiet for a while. No one said a word to each other.

"Fine...you don't wanna talk to me? Cool. But just remember...remember one thing...I tried. Okay? I tried..."

I unlocked the door and cracked it open.

(Play media)

"Come on..."

"Thanks..."

She walked inside and I closed and locked my door. She had on some jeans, boots, a coat, some gloves and a beanie. She was holding an umbrella in her hand as well. I took the umbrella from her and placed it against the wall.

"Took you long enough,"

"Why are you here? You're moving back?"

"Yeah. I never stopped looking for a place here,"

"How did Justin take the news?"

"That's not important,"

"You gotta tell me later since I let you inside,"

"Fine, but Duke I have been trying to get in contact with you, I was just..." she sighed. "It was so much going on,"

"I bet it was,"

"I missed you a lot,"

"...I realized how wrong it was for me to try to come between you and your long-term partner. Though my actions were inexcusable, I couldn't stand seeing the way he mistreated you, and I found myself drawn to your side. Before I knew it, my feelings for you had grown so strong that I couldn't turn back. Being with you now brings me immense joy and makes me feel truly happy. Your presence brightens my day like nothing else could,"

"It shattered me too. I knew I should have said no and I knew I hurt you, bad. But I'm here now. Can you please forgive me?"

The moment I leaned in to kiss her, I was engulfed by a sensation of warmth and passion that I'd never experienced before. It was a spontaneous act, fueled by the intense chemistry that had been building between us for what felt like an eternity. Our lips met, and instantly, there was a connection, electric and undeniable. It was as if the world around us had faded into the background, leaving just the two of us, lost in the depth of our kiss. The way she responded, with equal fervor, told me she felt the same overwhelming emotions. Her lips were soft, yet insistent, and the gentle caress of her hands on my back sent shivers down my spine. This wasn't just a kiss; it was an admission of mutual desire, a promise of more to come. As we finally broke apart, breathless and with hearts racing, we shared a look that spoke volumes. There was a certain magic in that moment, a profound connection that words could never fully capture. It was a kiss that altered the course of our relationship, marking the beginning of something truly passionate and deep.

Intimacy, love, and passion are the cornerstones of any deeply connected relationship, weaving a tapestry of bonds that are both delicate and resilient. Our connection transcended the mere physical realm, touching the essence of our beings, making us intimately connected at a soulful level. This profound intimacy was not just about being physically close but about understanding each other's deepest fears, hopes, and dreams. Love, in its most authentic form, enveloped us, creating a safe haven where our vulnerabilities could be exposed without fear of judgment. Passion was the fuel that kept our connection vibrant, a fervent desire not just for each other's bodies but for the minds and spirits that dwelled within. In our intimate space, love and passion danced in harmony, each moment shared was a testament to the depth of our connection. It was in the quiet moments, in the gentle caresses, and in the shared glances full of unspoken words where our intimacy flourished. Our passion for life, for each other, was the glue that bonded us firmly, creating a fortress of love against the world. Every laugh, every tear, and every whisper shared in our intimate spaces etched a story of love, passion, and profound intimacy. We were not just lovers but soulmates, perfectly aligned in our desires, dreams, and the undying love that enveloped us, making our bond beautifully unbreakable.

[kitaishi]

❛ You had me worried. ❜ He's loathe to admit it—both because it makes him feel suffocatingly needy and because it implies a lack of faith in her—but it's true all the same. Cloud doesn't have to doubt her to worry. ❛ Did you really have to jump off the exploding train like that? Pretty sure I lost eight years of my life watching that stunt. ❜

      fuck. fuck. fuuuuuuck! they were barely into this mission and shit was already going wrong; the growing dread she had felt in the pit of her stomach rising and making her insides twist into knots. harsh red lights flickered across the train windows, shinra's secruity system on high alert and blaring in her ears as the trio runs from cart to cart - tifa apologizing, or at least trying to, when some passangers are nearly knocked over as they hurriedly try to avoid arrest. there's a strange, almost comedic, contradiction to how even in the middle of a bombing mission, tifa couldn't help but constantly put others before herself. she was apologizing for rudely inconveniencing someone's train ride home while she was on her way to commit an act that would more than just 'inconvenience' an entire subsection of the city.

the sound of glass breaking ahead refocuses her attention, cursing and shooting from barret make her and cloud hurry even more to catch up to him. they find the train door jammed due to shinra's security shutdown but cloud easily uses the large sword he was never without to pry the door open before an anxious tifa rushes past him. ❛ barret! ’ shinra sentinels surround her friend and tifa rushes forward to help turn shinra's weaponry back to junk - her boot colliding so hard with one of the security bots that sparks shoot out of it before it spirals back out of the train. ❛ what do we now?! ’ tifa shouts above the commotion, her gloves up in a defensive position while she tries to manage both looking for an exit and avoiding enemy fire. barret is too busy listening to someone over his phs to answer when suddenly all the electric doors of the train slide open - more than likely due to jesse's impressive skills with a computer helping them from afar.

 ❛ tifa! spike! this way, jesse says we don't got much time! ’ tifa knew what means: it was code for shinra was going to willing take out this cart if it meant taking them along with it. the beeping of the alarm system had only increased in frequency, an invisible timer for their deaths going down with each passing second. the AVALANCE leader partially hangs out of the speeding train before looking back and giving the two a single thumbs up. ❛ there's only one way we're getting the hell out of this train, follow me! ’

no... he cannot be serious about-

then barret jumps, confirming her thoughts as he disappears into the dark void of the speeding tunnel before tifa can even protest what the fuck he thinks he's doing. the monk runs towards the door, hesitating as she turns back to cloud with worry; they didn't have much time left and he was easily fighting off the remaining bots trying to slow them down. always trying to play the hero ( but who's protecting you cloud? ) without thinking, tifa turns back to the door and takes a leap of faith - curling into herself as she covers her face, her body hitting the steel rails hard while she rolls away from the speeding train. the woman doesn't move even once she's stopped - realizing she's not dead when she feels cloud's frantically shaking her up. she's sore as hell and barely registering his words when she blinks away the stars in her vision.

❛ i-i'm okay cloud. i've...been through worse. ’ tifa states with a small pause before she sighs, a warm blush covering her cheeks as adrenaline ( and something else she can't quite pinpoint ) rushes through her veins. she flicks her red eyes back up at him as she pushes herself onto her feet, her earlier doubts and worry now replaced by a sudden determination and excitement. ❛ c'mon, let's go find barret ! we've got a reactor to blow. ’

[righteousness-and-tea]

Hi! I'm the same person who requested the Yuri Request, and I absolutely loved it!

I was wondering if I could also have the same characters and same concept but if you remember the argument between Natsuki and Yuri can it be on that?

(Now obviously it doesn't have to be done right away since I got my last request last night or so and I don't want you stressed out with so many requests)

(Also can I be 🏩 Anon until I'm ready to not be anonymous?)

I am so happy you liked it! Actually, I just started replaying the game in order to fulfill this request. For these, I tried to come up with situations that suited each of the characters, I hope that's fine! Have a great weekend, 🏩 anon!

-Mod Celeste

Ryoma Hoshi, Mondo Owada, Chihiro Fujisaki, Nekomaru Nidai and Akane Owari with an s/o like Yuri-- who's gotten in an argument with a friend:

Disclaimer: arguments, implied harshness and discomfort below

Ryoma:

-He'd come to visit a club you frequented. As he came in, it was clear something was up-- you seemed very upset.

-You'd gotten in an argument with a clubmate: they said something that struck you as offensive, and you shot back. You insulted them in a way very unlike yourself, which then led to regret.

-The clubmate left in tears, while you remained in shock. Ryoma approached you and pulled up a chair to console you.

- "Listen, babe. We've all made mistakes-- I know I have. You both probably feel bad about it, so all you've gotta do is make amends. Okay?"

Mondo:

-He was dropping you off to school on his bike when it happened. A classmate came to see you, and as he was walking away, he realized things were going south.

-Usually you were so calm; Mondo had never seen you like this before. While irritated, you said words you'd never truly mean... which you realized soon after.

-He didn't catch up in time to help diffuse the situation, but he knew you were still shaken. With an arm around your shoulder, he spoke:

- "You both messed up, yeah? Well, lemme give you some advice I got from my brother. It's just as easy to patch things up as it is to tear 'em, so things'll be just fine."

Chihiro:

-The two of you were leaving school for the day when you received a text from a friend of yours. While you typed away, Chihiro couldn't help but notice your body language did a 180.

-The conversation had taken a turn for the worst, and the messages did the same. You sent some truly mean texts, as did they. Soon enough you both stopped, guilt taking over.

-Chihiro quickly clasped your hands, with a comforting expression. They knew how easy it was to lose control online, what with today's world.

-"Hey sweetheart, are you okay? I'm sure neither of you meant what you said-- it's nothing you can't fix! Let's take it easy for now."

Nekomaru:

-He'd taken you out for lunch at a local diner, and as you took your seats, an acquaintance of yours stopped by.

-Initially, it was merely small talk, but Nekomaru knew things were tense. A short while after, it turned into an ugly spat between you and the passerby.

-He knew he needed to interject, so he firmly interrupted the argument, to mediate. Nothing good would come from this conflict.

- "Now, now. Things got a little out of hand here, but you can both fix this! An apology is all it takes, and it'll make this fight a thing of the past."

Akane:

-You were just out and about, running some errands with Akane. As you approached the grocery store, a classmate had spotted you. They began a conversation with you, but it spiraled out of control.

-In your frustration, you spoke without thinking-- as we all do. After some stunned silence it was clear you didn't mean it.

-Akane had been through some mistaken outbursts herself, so she knew how you felt. She pulled you aside to make sure you recovered.

- "You both got pretty heated there! That happens, I totally get it. I know it sucks right now, but this isn't the end of the world. You'll both forgive and forget!"

[hoffnungslos-abernicht-ernst]

@doggomochi I don't know if I'm your color theory person (I apologize if I'm not and please feel free to ignore this)? I started writing about it? We were barley a few clips in, back then. But a lot of very amazing and very smart people like @stazyros commented and followed up with their own very interesting theories so...I do remember color-coding the Machwitz sisters (including something about beeing and wanting to be) and something about Mind (Ratio) = blue vs Heart (Emotio) = red. I also compared it with one of Stalins portraits? This got way out of hand, which is why I decided to make a separate post. I´m sorry for any mistakes and for the... well. Everything. This was supposed to be a something short, but then I started spiralling and going way to deep and hard and now we've got (dis-)honorably mentions of sleep deprivantion, biology, thermosphysics, Stalin and very strong tea. Mhm. I dont have any excuses. 

Back to your question: What do I think of a blue Nora wearing Josh's red beanie. I'd like to adapt my previous theory: Blue doesn't represent the "cold" (as in cold color = blue) or rational mind but maybe the absence of emotions or better yet the absence of feelings and senses. We've seen Nora suffer(?) from a lack of heat reception (burning her hand, drinking hot beverages, etc). I'd love to point out that heat/ warmth = warm color = red, aka the tendency of Nora not having/ wearing it...but she also went into the cold lake and I dont remember if we saw her suffer or hurt (herself) because of something cold? (I had like 3hrs of sleep and I had to concentrate on other things for a while, which is why I havent been a) very present in the tag and following discussions b) rewatching every clip and c) following up with my intended Color Theory thingy I started centuries ago... so me forgetting something is totally possible but unintended. It is not my intention to mislead or cover up information).

So that's/ before the brakes ⤴ is how I would adapt my Stalin-Theory

(the blue books where his head is at symbolize him lookig at the future/ past -depending on the way you want to interpret the direction of his look- with a cold and rational mind, while the red/ warm color of the bookshelf represents ... almost everything else? Love for the country (books at heart level) but also ofc The Soviet Union, Russia, Communism, Socialism, Blood of the fallen/ heros or smth. I dont really remember and this is not supposed to be an art history lesson or a lecture on russian history. -I'm no expert. So please, please take everything with a grain of salt and pepper).

Back to me keeping things short:

Blue = cold color = lack of feelings/ sense deprivation

Red = warm color = emotions/ feelings/ senses she should have or wants to have.

It could be fun (and a lot of work) to go through Kikis and Zoes color choices. Especially with your take on this. Wasnt Zoe talking about wearing a red dress to Finn's mums party? And she/ he rejected the idea and this leads us to people/ Germany prefering blue over red. And you know... now that I'm thinking about it. People (almost) never complain if you're too blue, its the preferred color or way-to-be. But too much red sets people off. You're too passionate, too sensible, bury the pain, its just a small cut/ burn, dont complain, dont bleed out (dont let the red out), just wait (and your hot beverage will cool down) and it'll get better, dont (over-)react etc. Its the opposite to Noras story. The goal isn't blue, its red.* And now comes the mic drop.

And now to your very interesting and insightful observation/ theory (*heart eyes emoji*): I might be reaching here but our theories are not mutually exclusive? 🤔 You too coded the colors as contrasts/ each others opposites: Red = outside world/ how other people know her/ function vs Blue = inside world/ how she knows herself/ not-function (?). Which is really interesting because its usually the other way around? You have to keep your "red" to yourself, inside you. Blue is what others want to see, what they value above almost everything else (at least in Germany).👀 Nora is different because her lack of red is bothersome to a few people, worrisome to her friends and Josh and possibly dangerous to herself. Her friends and Josh want her to care, to react, to feel, to be part of the group, of the outside world, to do something, to be red. And yes, Josh is trying, maybe even succeeding at coaxing it out of her. She has all of this inside of her, she is capable of being red, her true(?) self. -And yes, its biology, but I'm flowing with this now- we see it in her (very?) red lips, her cheeks, her choosing red colors or actually seeking warmth (laying in the sun). But blue is also a part of her, aka blue eyes! And this might be a sign for me to go to sleep or to stop drinking tea, but (not giving up!) this is important and has nothing to do with biology or bodily functions (although our cheeks do turn red when exposed/due to warmth and coldness) because its all a part of her red/ blue, inside/ outside, who she is and knows herself/ how other people see/know her (Selbstbild vs Fremdbild). And you know what will be and is already a part of her? Her mental illness.

I feel like this would be the perfect moment for a mic drop. Although I would like to add something else. Or more like, not (dis-)miss your take on grey and white? (Let me point out that Stalin is wearing white and has grey hair. This shall be the last time I mention this fucking painting. It has been almost 8 years and it still haunts me). Yes, I think you're absolutely right! Isn't white/ grey (she wears white too, righ? Either way, its usually a very light grey, not a dark grey) the absence of color? But also the result of adding/mixing colorful light? Too much color (red/blue) = her mi peaks and she's in white/ grey, but also the absence of color = her mi peaks too and she's in white/ grey. I dont know a lot about mental illnesses and she hasn't been diagnosed so I'm not going to go much deeper into this particular subject.

*didn't want to disturb my epic conclusion, but one should always aim for balance. Or as much balance as possible. ...And balance is very important and key if you're attempting to parcour your way through life. (Got it?! I'm so incredibly smart 👐) Its important to point out that Josh's beanie belongs to Josh (...ya, not so smart after all). Its a Leihgabe (forgot the English word, gonna look it up later). He's literally sharing the warmth of his head/ mind with her. Because clothes are warm when you share due to body heat and so on. Biology and Thermophysics. Oh! We've seen a lot of hugs and hugs are perfect for heat sharing! Now, is he trying to coax the red out of her or is he sharing lending his red with/ to her? I wouldn't bet on him wearing something of hers (not with this theory). But this is all interpretation and bending color coding to my will. I'm exhausted.

I feel like I should write a conclusion part for this thesis paper of mine. But its long enough, right? I'm happy to answer any questions?

Thank you for coming to this wild ride with me and congratulations on staying 💛😂😅

[puppetcrazymable]

Blowing up on Bakugo (Part 1)

Summary: You and Bakugo are both stubborn (lovesick) assholes, but this time the playful fighting spirals out of control.

You sat up and wiped your face discreetly, glaring at Bakugo, who's expression was anything but pleasant. "THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT?" He, as usual, hadn't bothered to knock and was standing in your doorway.

"You, brat." You replied, voice quavering.

"HUH!?" He slammed the door shut and moved closer to you in the dim light. You picked a pillow up and threw it at him. "Get out, Bakugo."

"DON'T THROW SHIT AT ME!" Bakugo caught the pillow and sent it flying back at you. It smacked you in the face and you fell back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. He laughs manically and flops down next to you, saying "That's what you get, dumb bitch."

"I'm not in the mood for your shit." You say.

Bakugo sits up and grabs your arm, pulling you upright as well. He stops laughing and frowns. "The fuck happened to your face? Were you crying?"

You avert your gaze and fidget awkwardly, denying his (right) guess.

"Who the fuck made you cry, Y/n?" He asks, his red eyes narrowed.

"No one. I'm just..." You trail off, not really knowing what to say.

Bakugo scowls and adjusts himself so he's sitting crisscrossed on your bed, silent for once.

You take a moment to collect your thoughts and take a deep breath. You vent to him for a while, saying almost everything that's been on your mind. Your trouble with school, your growing insecurities...Bakugo kinda listens, dropping profanities here and there, showing signs of annoyance when you mentioned Midoriya. It's then that he interrupted.

"Shitty Deku. He's not as great as you're making him out to be. He's just a stupid loser! I'm better than him! I could help you more, my grades are the top of the fucking class!"

"Yeah, but would you?" You say quietly. "All you ever do is insult me and yell. I don't think we've ever had a real conversation, and you'd rather die that say I'm your friend. Even though you're here. You probably just wanted to piss me off because you were bored or some shit."

Bakugo pulls away, making a low angry noise in his throat. His hands clench and unclench as he takes a deep breath. "Fucking Y/n. That's just- fuck- So what? You're just a stupid extra. I don't need friends and I especially don't need your dumbass pining for my attention and crying over the stupidest shit." At the shocked look on your face, he smirks. "What? You think I didn't notice your pathetic little crush?"

You, just as angry as he is, shove him off your bed. "When you opened my door, here I was thinking you wanted to hang out. But no, you just wanted someone to project your insecurities on to and bully so you feel better about yourself. I'm tired of making excuses for you, apologizing for you, and I'm tired of seeing my best friend cower in fear every time you speak to him. Get out of my room."

He reaches for you and you flinch, tears in your eyes. He pulls away, looking horrified.

"Gonna beat me up?" You ask.

"The fuck, Y/n? Do you think I'm going to fucking hurt you?"

You, still moving away from him, say, "Honestly? I wouldn't put it past you."

His expression is unlike any you've ever seen on him. It's... empty.

You finally say what's been weighing on your mind all this time: "What? Are you going to tell me to kill myself too?"

Bakugo's lip quivers and he turns around, walking out of your room and slamming the door.

You scream into your pillow and punch it a few times. "BITCH! DICK! POMERANIAN BITCH!"

A few minutes later your phone dings, and you see it's a text from Midoriya.

Izuku: Why is Kaachan stomping through the building

Y/n: we had a fight 

Y/n: a real fight

Y/n: he left in tears

Izuku: Please let me hide in your room

Y/n: i'll protect you even though it's my fault he's mad

Your best friend opens your door five minutes later.

“Izuku!” You wail, throwing yourself at the boy with fluffy green hair. He opens his arms as you crash into him, almost knocking him over.

“Y/n? Hey, what’s wrong? Are you hurt? What happened?”

You cry even harder as he sinks to the floor, holding you tightly to his chest and rubbing your back. “Y/n, do we need to go to the nurse? It’s okay if we do, everyone gets hurt sometimes.”

“I’m not hurt. Bakugo-“

You feel Izuku go stiff at Bakugo’s name. “What did Kaachan say to you?”

“Nothing unusual. He walked in when I was crying, and let me vent. He started being mean when I mentioned you.” Your lip quivers recounting it. “Bakugo said I was crying over stupid shit. After I told him everything, he just... ugh. And then I was just as mean as he was. He went to touch my shoulder or something and I flinched away from him and he was like ‘do you seriously think i’m gonna hurt you?’ and I was like ‘yeah’ and- and then I was extreme and dumb and so mad and stupid and I asked if he was going to tell me to kill myself like he did with you in middle school...”

Izuku, who’s tracing shapes on your back comfortingly, goes still. You sniffle and sit up, looking at the stain on his t-shirts shoulder, left from your tears. “Then what happened?”

“He just left.”

“That’s good.” He says absentmindedly, kissing your forehead.

You cross your arms grumpily. “Why is that good?”

“It’s better than being blown up. Kaachan almost never runs away. He probably knew that he would do something he’d regret, so he left to spare you. I think.”

“Stalker.”

“Y/N! I am not a stalker! I just know you two have a thing, so-“

Looking up at your best friends face, you reach up and cup his soft cheeks. He pouts as he always does, usually complaining that you’re such a grandma. You force him to look into your eyes as you glare at him, trying to look intimidating.

“A thing? Care to explain what you mean?”

The green-haired boy scratches the back of his neck and chuckles. “Y/n, when was the last time you cried over someone that wasn’t Kaachan?”

“When you broke your arm for the first time-“

“Besides you angry-crying because I got hurt.” He interrupts.

“I don’t know.”

He raised an eyebrow and you’re suddenly self-conscious about your tear-stained face. Your best friend was right- you can’t remember being such an emotional person. Even as a kid, you’d rather suffer in silence. If you were hurting, you’d be the only one who knew.

Izuku quietly said “It’s okay. Love makes people do strange things sometimes.”

You shove him away from you, rolling backwards into your bed’s headboard and laying there upside down stunned.

“Love.” You murmur, rubbing your head where it had slammed into the bed frame.

“Y/n! Are you okay??”

“Love.” You said again.

Izuku sighs and hides his face in his hands. “Oh, not this again… every time I mention your feelings for Kacchan you do this…”

“Love? I guess… I guess you’re..”

“Yes?!” He asks excitedly, peeking through his fingers.

“Wrong. Totally wrong.” Your best friend sighs and grumbles something to himself.

“What was that, Izuku?”

“Nothing!”

“Izuku.”

“You’re not ready to hear what I have to say!”

You roll your eyes, but your interest is piqued. “Try me.” The green haired boy lays on his side so he can look you in the eye. You’re still kinda folded upside down with your ass against the wall. He chuckles. “I said I know that loving someone like- like him must be hard, but you need to stop denying it!”

Groaning, you flip yourself upright and then back down across Izuku’s lap, rolling to look up at him. “Love.”

“Oh, my god.” He's rolls his eyes, having heard this monologue of denial from you hundreds of times.

“I love him.”

“Y/n, quit lying to yourself- HUH? WHAT DID YOU SAY?”

You blink slowly and roll off of his lap, onto the bed, and crashing to the floor. “Fuuuck,” You hiss, and Izuku cranes his neck to look at you. He laughs and you give him the finger, picking yourself up. “Overshot it.”

Walking over to your desk, you sit in the swivel chair and spin yourself around a few times, your best friend watching you warily. You both know you tend to have lots of restless energy when you’re emotional- energy that usually ends up in you getting hurt. “I love Katsuki Bakugo.” You breathe, closing your eyes and letting your head fall back. “Why did I fall for a dick like him?”

“You’ve always been into tsunderes?” Suggests Izuku. You scowl at him and say, “It’s just, I hate it. It’s going to be so hard, what with him being so mean and me being… well, me. Also mean. And your best friend. We aren’t the most compatible.”

Standing, your best friend says “I think you are! You try so hard to better yourself for him,” he lowers his voice, ”even though you definitely don’t need to.” mumbles Izuku.

You sigh. “That’s the problem. I’ve been trying so fucking hard, and that shitwipe-“

“Not you, too, with the shitwipe,” Groans the boy, and you ignore him. “That shitwipe doesn’t give anything. He just… pushes me away. He doesn’t care about me at all, and when I start to think maybe he does, he manages to prove me wrong! I don’t want to be the only one putting effort into this relationship! Can't he try a little, too? Or at the very least make it clear he dislikes me and tell me to fuck off? These mixed signals are so..” You take a deep breath and scream.

Arms wrap around you and you’re pulled into Izuku’s warm chest, him hugging you again. “Do you want him to tell you to fuck off?”

“Of course not.” You mumble. “I want him to say he wants me to stay.”

The boy pats your head comfortingly.

“Why couldn’t I have fallen for you, Izuku? Feelings for you would’ve been so much better! Obviously that would never happen because I'm- well- just too close to love you-“

“I know.” Chuckled Izuku. “No need to start quoting songs.”

***

Bakugo picked up his pillow and chucked it at the wall of his dorm room. “Fucking Y/n. That little shitwipe. Fucking…” He trailed off and sat on his bed, leaning his head on his hands.

In his minds eye, he saw you flinch away from his hand and squeezed his eyes shut, cursing himself.

Slamming his door on the way out, Bakugo made his way down the hall with his hands stuffed in his pockets. He came to a stop in front of your door and stood there for a moment, collecting his thoughts.

“-Have fallen for you, Izuku.”

The blonde froze with his hand on the doorknob and pressed his ear to the door, praying he’d misheard. “Feelings for you-“

Bakugo stumbled back from your door, his eyes wide and hurt, his mouth open in shock.

He was too late. You liked Deku. Of course you did- That fucking Deku was always beating him at everything, always finding a way to best him- and now he’d stolen- no; not stolen. He deserved this. He was so fucking awful to you- of course you wanted the shitty nerd.

Gritting his teeth, the blonde made it back to his room and slumped to the floor.

“Fuck.” He hissed, slamming a fist into the wall with an exposion. “SHIT!” He screamed. “Fucking-“

Bakugo couldn’t finish his sentence, because he was crying too hard.

“Y/n.” He sobbed, “I’m sorry.”

[actualblanketgremlin]

So, where did I say the system wasn't fucked? Point it out to me. Yes, the system is fucked. But is it too much to ask that we get the country out of its downward spiral before we go socialist?

This "it's bad now and it's always been bad so there's nothing we can do about it" mindset is what lost us the election. It's been reported on pretty extensively, but here's a New York Times article (sorry for messy links, I'm on mobile).

https://www.google.com/amp/s/mobile.nytimes.com/2018/02/16/us/politics/russia-mueller-election.amp.html

Don't have time to read? Here's the important part:

"We cannot resort to the lesser of two devils. Then we’d surely be better off without voting AT ALL.”

That really seems to be your message here, correct me if I'm wrong. Liberals aren't evil for not being liberal enough. They aren't good, sure, but they wouldnt have given us a racist orange trash bag of a president.

Vote in local and state elections. Yes, the system is fucked, but we can change that. This is a really depressing time to live in, but we can't let ourselves get discouraged. Vote independent if you can, really research your candidates, and go for the progressive ones. Not necessarily Democrat, but if that's your only option apart from a Republican, then vote for them anyway. This isn't about left or right, Democrat or Republican--this is about moving our country forward in a way that will continue to help people (that's the baby steps I was talking about).

"There's this candidate, and they've got some good, but also some bad!" Well, they've got some good, so elect them and really pressure them on the issues that matter to you. Are they lukewarm on healthcare? Call them and tell them to take a stronger position. Have they supported some racist/homophobic/transphobic bills/people/organizations in the past? Take a look at what they've been like in the last 2-3 years. Still bad? Don't elect them. Have they apologized? Supported progressive bills more recently? Maybe consider supporting them, while making sure they don't go back to their old ways. And as always, if there's a better candidate available, vote for them instead.

You can't complain about a hunk of plastic for not being a plate. Right now, our country is the plastic. Probably could have been thought through a little more thouroughly for our base material, and yes, there are better options in that regard, but we don't have a block of wood or a metal ingot. We've got plastic, and now we have to deal with that. We have to shape it ourselves and make sure it goes in the direction we want it to. It's got potential, let's work with it to get the general shape of what we want before we start adding wooden sides and metal handles and I think the metaphor is getting away from me here, but (I hope) you get the gist of what I'm trying to say.

the reason leftists keep bringing up obama’s fucked up immigration policies isn’t out of some petty game of purity politics or “whataboutism.” it’s because we’re trying to illustrate that the foundations for the issues we’re dealing with now were laid down a long time ago and both parties are have been complacent.

we all watched as liberals either stood silent or actively justified these vile policies under obama and we have no reason to believe they won’t do that again once trump is out of office.