#yes i'm living for the guitar parallels here

[meep-meep-richie]

Joel Fry || Cruella vs Our Flag Means Death

[mere-scratch]

WHAT THE FUCK

here's my little thing on good omens two (i just finished it less than a minute ago)

i write my reactions to stuff but it won't make sense bc i didn't write what was going on just like. what i thought. SPOILERS BTW

GREAT SHOW like amazing like fuck

i was actually sobbing at the end there

um. let's go by episode (photos of thoughts at the bottom)

[chapter one: the arrival] LOVELY opening like the entire scene was so cool and the lighting was incredible and it reminded me of the song meteor shower (cavetown) ((yeah i'll be making an animatic what about it)) also THE WING PARALLEL IVE ALREADY MADE A POST ABOUT IT BUT LIKE. OMG??? the intro happens and that is so so cool i was ENTRANCED and side note, when it's raining hearts (love that btw) the star cluster behind the makes a silhouette of a person (gabriel?) but idk if i'm just looking too much,, lmao. ok so present day we meet maggie and nina and i love them so much and they are very cute together. also ducks. also hi gabriel. also hi shax. the queen in the background of the coffee shop was very neat. i need to learn the i was wrong dance. OVERALL super cool episode and i loved it

[chapter two: the clue] loving the beard it's a moment, again this entire show is a masterpiece like the lighting and the everything is so interesting. we hear everyday (great song) and also crowley not killing the children but turning them into lizards is the most crowley thing i would expect of him tbh. i loved it. also by 2500 B.C. he said the angel pet name and i was living for it !! also YES aziraphale and crowley playing matchmaker is so fun. Job was great tbh. also zira lying to a room full of angels was amazing,, also the way zira was like 'it's our car' SHUT UPPP i love him so much it's so cute 💔💔 then also i think i saw the good omens book at one point maybe. THE OUTRO SLAYS AS PER USUAL.

[chapter three: i know where i'm going] I LOVE JIMS MUG (i want to make one) also,, muriel is probably my favorite side character in this season, I HATE LINDSAY (who doesn't) also the gabriel statue is so funny 2 me.. the whole crowley poisoning himself was great i'm assuming demons get like,, drunk on poison ig. not many notes on this episode tbh, great one tho

[chapter four: the hitchhiker] ok first off I LOVE MOONLIGHT SERENADE great song,, hi shax,, back to the nazi church i guess. mycroft holmes is a zombie now. nothing i can do,, also ZIRA CALLED THEM FRIENDS AW,, also i was SO SCARED at the magic show and crowley was shaking so badly omg T-T THE MIRRORS that was a great scene and i called the photo switch hehe. also ritz parallel at some point. lovely episode, again not much notes

[chapter five: the ball] this episode was so so fun i loved the dancing and the shenanigans also SHAX WHO NEEDS TEN THOUSAND DEMONS TO STORM A BOOK SHOP cmon,, also i thought nina would try and get crowley and zira together (im a master of predictions) also yeah lovely little scenes and OUT THE WINDOW you go gabriel. I LOVE YOU MURIEL also wait and seeeeeee,, the bookshop-turned-ballroom was beautiful tbh (don't think i missed those stares thru the window anthony janthony crowley) the demons showing up was so so cool, INEFFABLE HUSBANDS DANCING??? EE!! also t-o-s-t-e is great,, so is gabriel's coat omg,, NOW CROWLEY IS GOING TO HEAVEN?? lovely lovely episode

[chapter six: every day] SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP the love in this episode is RADIANT and girl,, i can't handle it. also MAGGIE i know you didn't think but cmon,,, also CROWLEY AS AN ANGEL WITH THE GOLDEN SNAKE WAS SO FUN,, the intro was so cool and the guitar was so queen-sounding idk how to put it. the halo was. SO COOL. also i called it gabriel FELL RAHHHHHHH i'm so great. shax you did NOT body shame zira bro. you did NOT. the trial was so interesting btw,, it was such a cool scene. bye bye demons! then zira starts a war?? unexpected. beez and gabe are SO CUTE TOGETHER i love them??? with all my heart?? they have a song. THEY HAVE A SONG. also the little dinner date parallels with zira and crowley to beez and gabe i was so happy. also THEY HELP HANDS OMGGGG ! alpha centauri reference was so sweet tbh. [a line from my notes: zira you're looking at crowley like he put the stars in the sky (he did but yk)] also nina and maggie talking to crowley was so sweet they gave him the push he needed 😭😭 also SHUT UP NINA CALLED MAGGIE ANGEL I WAS GONNA SOB and then crowley tried to confess and then aziraphale said the thing about them becoming angels and at that point i was already crying a little bit. i was so devastated when crowley mentioned the nightingales. started crying more. YHEN THEY KISSED I WAS FULL ON SOBBING AT THAT POINT FORWARD i was shaking so hard i thought i would die on the spot. then i got mad at zira for NOT GOING BACK FOR CROWLEY SHUT THE FUCK UP and the nightingale song biiiitch,, then it ended

now i'm very numb and will be spending the weekend going thru episodes and taking photos of cool things I CANNOT WAIT FOR SEASON THREE

alrighty i'm gonna go sob again now have a great day good omens fans

[staghunters]

Many thoughts on Pahanhautoja (Hatching)

Gonna put it behind a read more because this may get long, unfiltered, and full of spoilers. Enjoy!

So as may be clear, I'm still thinking about this movie lol. It's not Amazing per se but oof does it touch on things and keep you guessing at meanings even if the central theme of the movie is pretty clear.

Pahanhautoja is about spectacle/exploitation culture in the way that f.e. Nope isn't.

It doesn't have Big Moments, but it does show the strain of everyone working behind the scenes. "Capturing real authentic moments", taking pictures that are framed just right, for the irony to create a "perfect everyday life".

The Mother stands central in this. Arguably, it's all her idea, dream, and ambition. The Father even notes (though in the context of the scene, it's about something else) that he lets her do whatever she likes because she is so certain of things. Why he stays is a mystery. Perhaps the money, as he has bought a new guitar in the early bits of the film. But they sleep separately, he and Matias are clearly coordinated to look the same (hair, glasses, blouse), and he does not seem to have any input or agency whatsoever.

And here comes a tricky bit, because taking on Father's point you could read this as a horror movie where "women in power are evil". It isn't. Father is sympathetic because he isn't able to be himself. BUT he also doesn't stand up for his kids.

And yes, Mother is very unsympathetic. First and foremost she also is not a true parental figure. Like with Father, that is just a title that works well with the blog she has going. It's not something she truly puts into practice.

Some posts here have cited/posted the one-on-one scene with Tilja about Mother having fallen in love again as something that should be read as something creating sympathy for her.

(For context, it's this scene)

You Could read this as base-level, second-wave feminism "Women should not just live to please their husband". And while those are valid points to make in other contexts, maybe take a look at who the main character is in this film?

Mother takes Tilja aside and talks about finding love again and you can see from Tilja that she thinks Mother is talking about Father until Tero is mentioned by name. Her smile literally drops.

And before this, she has already caught her mom with Tero. Then it was wafted off as "adults have special friends" as a thin cover-up. But here Mother does not even stop to make her case and explain it to Tilja as best as she can. She just takes Tilja's acceptance of the situation for granted, just like Father would. Parallel to that is the "business weekends" that casually turn into weekends at Tero's. She could have created this situation at home maybe if the blog was put on a back-burner, but that is not the case. And as soon as they get to Tero's, the house is already being shaped into Mother's image.

And don't get me wrong: Tero is a good guy by all means!

He's more of a dad to Tilja than Father is, he tries to go against Mother, and even wants to help Tilja overcome her urge to achieve perfectionism for her mother's sake. And understandably, he is upset when Helmi has been put in danger!! But the only thing that Mother has to say to Tilja as they drive back home is

Tilja sprained her wrist here, lost a competition she worked so hard for, and has to pack up and leave with her mom for a second time, and all Mother has to say is that. Mother is complicated, surely, but by no means is someone you're supposed to sympathize with.

And Tilja!! Tilja just wants to be loved on her own terms and not for what her mother wants from her. It is frustrating, it seems fruitless, yet there is just enough little bits to keep her going for this goal.

When the bird flies through the window Tilja wants to put it back outside because it isn't harmed, but Mother simply kills it in front of her daughter's eyes and asks her to put it in the trash (but, sweetie, the biodegradable one). Tilja has fun at gymnastics, even if she's not as good as Reeta. And it is clear that she could have had more fun here, as well as made some friends if her mother didn't isolate her for the sake of fame and a viral moment.

What is so endearing is that once Alli comes into the picture, Tilja is able to give it/her(?) the love she would want herself even if she had never received it. And, let's be honest, Alli at first is not a very loveable creature.

The theme of puberty is inherent to Alli. Tilja is 12-ish and has to dress in frilly dresses and does gymnastics (a sport that is known for demanding parents/coaches, but also for keeping the ones doing it physically as childlike as possible for advantages). Mother wants to keep her young but the reality is that that will change. Pair that with a stranger's baby becoming more important than her own daughter, and you got a theme.

Alli goes from capital M Monster to a near-indistinguishable image of Tilja (this does make for some funny scenes where people mistake this obviously feral child for prim and proper Tilja).

I know that one time in sex-ed when we had talked about puberty (I was around 11/12), I got home and cried to my mom because I could not think about ever fighting with her. But I did.

Alli starts out as an abstract thing that Tilja fears but comes to care for. It is impulsive, at times over-excessive, but that is exactly what pubescent teens are like! Tilja and Alli are connected so closely yet act as separate beings (cue to moments of "why did I ever do/say that?").

When Mother stabs Tilja and Alli rises in her place, it is the only time we see Mother crying. In the context of the film, it may be because she lost her "real" daughter and is left with this "monster", even if they look identical.

Ultimately, it's about her child growing out of her control.

[paladinsbrainrot]

Hi Ally 💙

I need to hear your thoughts about Eddie! Do you have theories? Ideas? 🔥

I hope you're well 💫

Hi Irene! I'm going just fine, thank you. Hope you are also well. Sorry this took so long to get to you!

Eddie! Yes, we love him. I think his character is very limited when it comes to analysis, as a lot about him can be determined from the casual viewer. Buttt there is a bit that I picked up on that might peak your interest. 

1. Forced conformity 

I immediately noticed that this parallels to the book Rebel Robin. Robin explains that 'high school is the monster, eating everyone alive'. Whether this was intentional or not, I think that it's still pretty relevant.

This is probably also foreshadowing, applying to Mike, Lucas, and I think El because they all try and become socially acceptable by their peers. Mike in terms of his sexuality, trying to be 'normal', Lucas not wanting to be bullied anymore, and El trying to fit in with the other girls at school, pretending to be someone she isn't when she's with Mike. Dustin, Max, and Will, just seem to be living their own lives at this point- I don't think they care about the bullying.

2. Eddie's Death

Moving on.... I think that Eddie is going to die. There is lots of symbolism I picked up on very early on!

Pretending to get shot in the heart/bullet references

His band was named Corroded Coffin, corrode meaning to destroy or weaken gradually, and coffin is pretty self explanatory. Perhaps he's going to be dying somewhat slowly?

Running... hmm... Virginia also says this to Alice, who both end up dead. 

The gang meets Eddie at skull rock, then Dustin says "We thought you were a goner", aka, thought he was dead. Theres also more skull imagery associated with Eddie, like right here:

- Not to mention the fact that everyone is actively trying to murder him.

3. Vecna foreshadowing

So apparently... Eddie describes that Vecna has cultists. Much like the Mind Flayer in S3 I think, literally gathering it's victims. It makes me think if Vecna is going to do this too, with it's already dead victims: Chrissy, Fred, and Patrick. The Hellfire Club ends up wanting to 'fight to the death', so we're probably going to have a battle scene of some sort with Vecna and the kids in Hawkins. Must be what Eddie is using his guitar for.

Sorry I didn’t have too much to say haha!  But I hope that we’ll learn more about his character in Vol.2... and we might find out if he actually dies. 

[kingbonercar]

My Hero- Eddie Munson x GN! Reader

‼️MAJOR ST4 FINALE SPOILERS!‼️

⚠️DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU HAVE WATCHED THE SEASON FINALE⚠️

Pairing: Eddie Munson X GN Reader

Synopsis: Reader and Eddie are charged with creating a diversion for the demobats- but at what cost? (I saw someone request a fic where Eddie died in the Readers arms… well here you go. Get ready to cry)

Warnings: Eddie’s Death😐, angst. (Also this is a few months old so be kind lmao)

!ORIGINALLY POSTED ON WATTPAD!

Word count: idk man I think around 1.5k

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"I'm not gonna be the hero, this time. You go, Harrington, you're more cut out for that anyways." The boy with the mane of brown curls uttered as he patted Steve 'the hair' Harrington's cotton-clad arm.

I stood beside the man called Eddie- well, I suppose it's hard to regard him as a man, as he was still attending High School as a 20-year-old. However this metal-head, punk, D&D adoring, falsely accused cult leader, secret teddy bear was one of the only individuals in my ragtag group that still had a glimmer of hope shining in his eyes. He, unlike the others and I, had not been beaten down by the years of constant battle and life-altering anxiety. He quickly turned his head to look at me-his eyes yearning for some kind of reassurance from his friend.

God I wished I could be more. All the sleepless nights spent with him in his trailer, listening to him strum mindlessly on his guitar, the noise flowing into one ear and out of the other. Before this mess we used to lay on his stained mattress together and spill every secret we ever had- making it so that confidentialities were nonexistent. We would slumber together, entangled in the thin and threadbare covers, never once questioning our platonic nature. As the months became longer and the weeks grew weary, I began to wonder what it would be like to be his. I swiftly banished such thoughts from my head when bigger problems arose, or at least I thought I did. They all came flooding back to me in this moment- along with a pervasive sense of dread. The remainders of the group trudged away- Harrington, Henderson, Wheeler, and Buckley. I was left with Munson. We were the diversion- the unintentionally sacrificial bodies.

"So let's get this party started! Are you with me, Y/N?" Eddie grinned. At least he had retained some humor despite being in the upside down.

"As ready as I'll ever be." I huffed as I grabbed a sturdy board to protect the windows of Eddie's trailer- or whatever parallel version there was of it in the upside down.

We worked for what seemed like forever, the both of us possessed a somber sense as we labored. Thoughts of Eddie entangled my conscience, my lips nearly moved to tell him that I loved him- yet I thought better of it. I bit my lip- a tad too hard, blood meeting my tooth as I gasped.

"You okay?" Eddie swiftly flew to my side.

"Oh yeah! I'm just- I lost control of my lip there!" I chuckled, making a shaky attempt to lighten the mood, although I knew that I was lying- something that I had never done to Eddie.

"Such a strange thing to do, M'Lady." He remarked. Pulling away from the side of the dilapidated trailer, he spread his arms in a triumphant manner. "Looks like we're finished!"

I grinned. He led me inside where he made a beeline for his room.

"What's your plan, Munson?" I called into the hallway.

"It's like this has been waiting here for me!" His ecstatic voice rang.

I carefully maneuvered myself around the living snakelike vines adorning the floor, and into Eddie's room. He brandished his guitar, a mischievous smile painting his face.

"Oh my god, I see what you're doing."

"This is going to be the most metal concert in the history of Hawkins!" He practically skipped into the hallway.

“Eddie!" I called after him. It was now or never.

"Yes M'Lady?" He cocked his head over his shoulder, his huge brown eyes brimming with an affectionate glaze.

"Eddie," I repeated, inching closer to him. "Before we go out there- before anything happens-"

"Nothings gonna happen, Y/N." He interrupted.

"But if something does- I want you to know- god I sound so fucking stupid but here I go- I love you. Always have. And if anything happens to you, or me, I just- I just needed you to know that you are loved." I choked out.

The man closed the gap between us with a fierce hug. My head rested on his shoulder, his denim jacket scratching my cheek. His rings dug into the flesh of my back in an almost protective way. His hair tickled my forehead slightly. This was the safest I had ever felt, wrapped in the arms of a sweet metal-head. He broke the hug, I gazed into his deep brown eyes. I decided silently that I would not let this moment be wasted. Not breaking my gaze, I united my lips with his. He gasped, then eased into the kiss. His hand dragged itself to the small of my back, the other one flying up to rest on the side of my face. My fingers entangled themselves in his curls. I let out a quiet moan as he roughly pulled me closer to his chest. Shit, that was embarrassing. He chuckled through the kiss. We simultaneously broke our lip-lock, I turned my head as a deep crimson spread across my cheeks.

"Y/N? I love you too." Eddie whispered.

I looked upon him, he grinned when he noticed I was blushing, but I returned the favor after noticing the color of his face.

"Are you ready to fight some monsters?" I playfully enquired.

"Hell yes, I am."

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The next few minutes were a blur to the soundtrack of Eddie's guitar. "Master of Puppets" was strummed so passionately by the man that I almost forgot that we were about to be attacked by winged creatures. After narrowly missing a mauling by one of them, we sought refuge in the motor-home. We waited tensely for minutes upon minutes. A swarm infiltrated the house, and as soon as I knew it I was swept into the brightly-lit living room of the Munsons. I intently watched Eddie as he laboriously climbed the rope that connected the two dimensions.

"Come on, come on!" I beckoned.

He didn't answer. He dropped from the rope and sliced it with one swing.

"What the hell are you doing?" I screamed.

"I can still buy them a little extra time! Don't worry!" And he was off. Like a flash of lightning in a spring storm.

After many failed attempts of leaping into the gate from a small stool, I dragged a sturdy and hulking chair from the kitchen and lined it up with the sinister looking crack in the ceiling.

"Here goes nothing." I sighed as my feet left the ground.

The familiar feeling of being flipped onto my back and onto a squishy mattress sent shockwaves through my body. I sprang onto my feet, and ran out of the structure.

My heart dropped when I saw the swarm. The sky was obsidian with them- the nefarious little beasts that formed a tornado-like formation with their flight. I knew he was strong, sometimes I underestimated what he was capable of, and I hoped this would just be one of those times. I approached the mob of demobats, searching fervently for Eddie. A figure lay on the ground, twitching as the hellspawn prodded it.

I ran faster than I ever had before in my life. The world decelerated as the next moments seemed to turn to slow motion. A battle cry wrenched itself from my lungs as I batted my way through the thick blizzard of wings. Eddie sprawled on the cracked ground as the monsters pecked at his torso. Anger bubbled up within me as I collected the blade that his hands had failed to carry and bashed the demobat's head in. I did the same with the gaggle of beasts torturing the poor man. Many of them swooped down in an attempt to steal a chunk of my flesh, but I batted them away in a rage unmatched by anyone. However, one going unnoticed by me managed to sweep me onto the ground with a sickening thud, I noticed that I was laying beside Eddie. As soon as I extended my weapon to spear the sucker, the mass fell down in one swift motion. My eyes darted about, perplexed.

I soon brought my attention to the boy beside me, blood soaking through his Hellfire Club shirt. I maneuvered myself so that his head was in my lap, I held him as best as I could.

"Is it bad?" He croaked.

"No, it's not bad." I lied for the second time that night.

"I didn't run away this time." He breathed, as he carefully brought his hand to entangle with mine.

"I know, you're so brave. You're the bravest person I know." Tears leaked from my eyes as I uttered these words, because I knew that he was going to be gone so soon.

"I guess I'm still not the hero type though, Y/N."

"No, no that's not true, Eddie. Because you're my hero." I stroked his wild hair, and moved the stray strands stuck to his forehead.

"I love you. Thank you for loving me." His voice was scarcely a hoarse whisper as his grasp on my hand grew weak, his other hand opened to reveal his guitar pick necklace. He gave me a small nod as a signal to take it. I did so.

"I will never forget you, I love you more than you will ever know." My voice shook as sobs wriggled their way out of my throat.

The man's expression faltered as his eyes glazed over. His hands grew limp although I still squeezed them in some hope that he would still be alive.

Memories of him washed over my mind; the fateful day at Hawkins High I complimented his rings, the rendezvous in the woods after school (because I refused to skip class), and the first time I saw him play guitar. We were fast friends, as I was one of the only people who could look past his drug habits and he was the only person who ever really got me. The nights spent in his sheets were many, I would walk home smelling like him. We swore that we were 'just friends' for a long while, well, up until tonight. Everyday I would join him and his Hellfire friends in the cafeteria where they would plan their campaigns with delight and care. And soon I joined their club too, only to be met with a barrage of satanic accusations just months later. I recalled that time where I gave him a chaste peck after landing on his name playing Spin the Bottle, and how he noticed me blushing. The memory of him showing up on my doorstep with tears budding in his eyes was vivid in my mind. He cried while I held him, he had nowhere to go in the town that hated him.

Now my tears matched his, the boy that died fighting for the same town that banished him. The upside down seemed colder now. I didn't recall it being so bitingly frigid. I clutched his necklace, and leaned down and kissed his forehead, inhaling my last breath of him.

I sat with crystalline tears racing down my cheeks, in this foreign dimension of unspeakable evil, holding my fallen hero in my arms.

[biggreenneatbox]

Tagged by @sadiemacoy -- list a favourite character from 10 favourite fandoms.

Now, do I even have 10 fandoms in ma brain *to* pick from.....

(Turns out, answer is "No". So I will be listing my favourite characters from what seems to be my brain's current fixations)

Critical Role - Caduceus Clay / Grog Strongjaw / Laudna

I couldn't pick individual people, so I've listed, in order, my favourites from each of the 3 main campaigns. We've got out of place asexual loner with a heart of gold and a penchant for reason in a world of chaos in Cad; No Thought, Only Heart and Instinct for Grog; and misunderstood weirdo with a love of both the arts and a strong independant woman what don't need no man (but wouldn't say no to a woman if she were to try and fill that void) in Laudna

RWBY - Neopolitan

I love this little shit so much! And now that I fully identify as Non-Binary, having my favourite character be someone who can alter their appearance at the literal drop of a hat makes so much sense. Also, Ice Cream Aesthetic

God of War - Kratos (Norse era)

I liked the overarcing spectacle of the Greek era, and TC Carson was a fantastic Greek Kratos, but Norse era Kratos is just a whole other man and I am here for his growth. Christopher Judge conveys so much with so little; he's like the father I never had

Star Wars - Anakin Skywalker (Clone Wars era) / Darth Vader

If you think about it, he's a Gifted & Talented Kid that got pushed to the point of breaking. Especially when we got Season 7 of The Clone Wars and we saw the overlap of it and Ep.III. And then there's Vader. I have never really seen someone command a presence in everything he's in just by being there. He literally needs to *breathe* and that's most people done. He just shows up in Jedi: Fallen Order and everyone *knew* that we were fucked

Sly Cooper - Bentley

(I have to pick Bentley because apparently "The track 'Paris Rooftops' from the Sly 2 OST" can't be a character)

Joking aside, Bentley overcame his nerdy social anxiety and thrived when he had to face the world alone. And then when Clock-la happens and he becomes paralysed, he didn't stop. He adapted. I thrive to be like that eventually. But also, turtle: things going bad? Just jump into your shell

The Last of Us - Ellie Williams

Ah, my little Les-bean. Reminds me of a close friend, what with the arting and the guitar and the singing and the gayness

Sonic the Hedgehog - Shadow

An even darker and edgier speedy hedgehog? Yes please! But also, Shadow (especially in the games I played as a wee lad - Sonic Heroes & Shadow the Hedgehog) had a whole lot of uncertainty in his life and had to discover and forge his own path. Being told he's so many different things and having to decide whether that's what he wants to do and listen to one of their stories, or become his own individual person away from the pressures of everyone else

Dragon Ball - Future Trunks

What's that? My favourite Dragon Ball character has a hero complex, wherein he tries to prevent any ill-fate before it happens by going back in time to change the past, hopefully making his future a better place, only to find out that protecting them did nothing for him and he ended up sad and depressed anyway? .........nope, can't relate ......to the time travelling part

DBZ Abridged also helped by constantly drawing Doctor Who parallels with him, and that was one of my many childhood / teenage hyperfixations soo.....

Dead by Daylight - The Dredge

Got to give thanks to HighKingMargo on AO3 for delving into some lore of DBD that I wasn't aware of in their amazing fic "This Hunger, It Isn't You", but when I looked and really paid attention to everything, I kind dug the vibe of The Dredge. Long story short - it's a SUPER fucked up amalgamation of cultish despair that manifested as a shadowy mass of limbs and general ick. I'm not much of a horror fan, but of all the (non-license) Killers in the game, I adore this disgusting thing

Marvel - The Hulk

A man with a curse to be the worst version of themselves when pushed, so decides to live a life of relative solitude and ease for fear that the less people are around them, the better? And with that, the absolute power fantasy of having almost free reign to be as strong as I need to be in any given moment. Hmm, I guess I'll focus on that one. Also, they're literally part of the reason my blog is named BIGGREENneatbox

BONUS 11th: Avatar: The Last Airbender - Uncle Iroh

It's Uncle Iroh.

Well, now that fustercluck and self-realisation journey is out of the way... @dvdson @geekg1rl3 @calxiyn you try

[ozai-the-bonsai]

Seiðr, Ragnarøk - Fjor Jutul

[7/7/2020 Edit: The full fanfic is being posted on Wattpad. Currently I have updated it with Chapter 24]

Foreword:

•We only get a little glimpse of Fjor in this chapter since this is the first one. He’ll be more active in the second one.

•I’ll keep the story on Wattpad, I’ll post the first few chapters here therefore I attached the story link (I am posting the chapter first on Tumblr so do not get confused if you just see the cast on Wattpad).

•The main characters Rosalinde and Sven are German, hence there are/will be some dialogues in German in each chapter with a given translation of course.

Enjoy :3

(Wordcount: 3134)

*1* Home Sweet Home, I Guess?

/2nd of March, Sunday/

"Wach auf, meine Liebe, wir sind fast gekommen." (Wake up, my love, we are almost there.)

Rosalinde Griebel opened her eyes slowly upon hearing her mom calling her from the driver's seat. She had been sleeping on the back seat since their last stop –it had always been easy for her to sleep while travelling with the car, especially when she felt annoyed and grumpy. After rubbing her eyes, she straightened and sat the middle seat with a yawn.

"All those language shifts from German to Norwegian still confuse me," Rosalinde muttered as she leaned forwards to turn the volume of the radio up. Then she sat back "I'm still having mixed dreams."

Her mother, Astrid, nodded as she casted a look at her daughter from the rear-view mirror "I know, sweetheart, it is the same for me, too. But when it's just the two of us, speaking German is like an instinct, you know?"

"Of course, we are German, after all. It is only our fourth year in this country." Rosalinde responded while reading a sign they passed by. Edda Municipality. She rolled her eyes in annoyance "In which we had to move for the second time because of you, Mutter." (-e Mutter = mother)

Her mother took a deep breath; it was as if she was sick of Rosalinde bringing up this very topic all the time "Do you really want to do this in the car? Argue with me for the fifth time today?" she asked, her voice was tired.

"Whatever, I'm still mad at you." Rosalinde spoke angrily as she crossed her arms on her chest and moved to the left seat, leaning the door. In fact, this time it was not her mother's fault –the hospital in Oslo, in which her mother worked as an anaesthesiologist, wanted her to be transferred to the one in Edda due to the doctor shortages. Still, Rosalinde was carrying a grudge against her mother because of forcing her to move to Norway when she was 14 and turning Rosalinde's life upside down. Therefore she was using this second moving as an excuse to remind her mother of that thing she would never forgive her for.

Not once she asked about my opinion, whether I wanted to leave my life in Germany behind. It was always about her, about her life. I never understood how she acted that selfish against her own daughter.

If it were up to me, I would have never moved to Norway –not that I do not like it here, Norway is an amazing country but I deeply loved my life in Germany. I loved every bit of Aachen, I loved my friends and I loved my dreams. And then one morning, the woman whom I call "meine Mutter" shattered all those dreams to pieces.

Rosalinde pushed her ginger hair away from her sight as her icy blue eyes focused on a large factory complex. The buildings were emitting too many gases, upon realising that she grimaced "Are they even allowed to emit all those gases? They seem pretty poisonous to me."

Her mother, who had ginger hair just like her daughter, frowned "I am not quite sure." she responded "But I rather not think about that."

Rosalinde shrugged "Have it your way." she murmured while she took her phone from her pocket. As she made the airplane mode off, a notification from WhatsApp appeared on her home screen.

Sven: Hey, sleepy head, are you up yet?

Rosalinde raised an eyebrow as her gaze drifted to the woman driving the car "Mom, how does Sven know that I have been sleeping?" she asked in a suspicious way.

Her mother chuckled while she took a left. They were starting to get close to the city centre "He called me to check up on you when you were sleeping –seems like your phone was off."

"You know I put it on the airplane mode when I sleep." Rosalinde said and turned back to her phone. Her nails with black nail polish were shining as she wrote the reply.

Rosalinde: Yeah, got my beauty sleep.

Sven: How do you find our new home so far?

Rosalinde: Idk, we shall see.

After five minutes, the car stopped in front of a small, blue coloured, triplex house. It also had a small garden, which was separated by the gardens next door with high bushes. Rosalinde and her mother got off the car and started carrying the boxes to their new house, during which another car stopped right after theirs. The first one to leave the car was a blonde, teenage boy. Rosalinde smiled as she saw Sven on her way back to the car to take the last box along with her luggage.

Sven approached her with a smile similar to Rosalinde's "Hey baby boy, you have arrived right on time." Rosalinde called Sven as she took the last box.

Sven rolled his eyes "What do you want this time, Lin?" he asked. It felt like he was coming across with similar scenarios a lot.

Rosalinde sent him a big, fake smile "It is your turn to carry my luggage."

After dropping the things at Rosalinde's house, the duo went outside to the garden. It was near 5pm and the weather was getting colder "It does not seem so bad, does it?" Sven asked, causing Rosalinde to look at him. His blue eyes were on her.

Rosalinde nodded "Well, for now, yes. The view is beautiful actually." she said, then smiled warmly at him "At least I have you with me here –I do not know what I would do if I had to leave my best friend behind once again."

Sven hugged her tight "I am glad you're with me as well. I would not want it any other way. We are lucky that both our mothers were transferred to the hospital in Edda." he said as he caressed Rosalinde's chest-length, straight, ginger hair. Sven's mother was an orthopaedic surgeon "Plus we left all those toxic people back in Oslo."

Rosalinde took a step back, leaving his arms "Toxic people are everywhere, dummy."

Sven rolled his eyes "Just for once, be a little more optimistic." he murmured "You do not have to be as black as the clothes you wear."

Rosalinde stuck her tongue out at him "I am being realistic; you can go live in your little utopia if you want."

Before Sven could snap back at her, the duo heard Sven's mother calling him "Sven, darling, come help us with unpacking!"

Sven smirked at Rosalinde "See you soon, neighbour." he said as he turned back to leave. The wind was messing his blonde hair.

Rosalinde rolled her eyes while she shouted behind him "Saved by your mother as always!"

"Go help yours already, Lin!"

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It was past 7pm when Rosalinde and her mother were finally finished with unpacking. Rosalinde was lying on the grey couch in the living room, which was together with kitchen, as she scrolled in Instagram while her mother was searching for something in the kitchen. A few minutes later she called Rosalinde.

"Lin, do you want to hear the bad news?" asked the short, ginger haired woman.

Rosalinde didn't even lift her blue eyes from her phone "We have no food in the house and you want me to go get something, right?"

She heard her mother chuckle "Sometimes you make me think that you can actually read my mind." she said "Can you go to Spar and buy us some pasta?"

Rosalinde locked her phone as she slowly stood up "Nope, it does not work on you and you know that pretty well, Mutter." she said while walking towards the stairs "Any wishes as for the pasta?"

Her mother thought for a second "Penne could be nice. Oh, and buy a bottle of red wine as well."

Rosalinde nodded as she climbed the stairs "Can you take out my bike and unfold it? I'll change into something more appropriate –I can't go shopping with my pyjamas."

Arriving at the second floor, Rosalinde went for the second room in the row. There were four rooms on the second floor: the first one was her mothers, right next to it came Rosalinde's. At the right end of the floor was the so-called "hobby room", which was mainly used by Rosalinde when she practiced with her guitars –she had one acoustic and one electric guitar. On the parallel of Rosalinde's room was the bathroom and right next to it were the stairs leading up to the attic.

Opening the white, wooden door she entered her room. The walls were beige for now, she was going to paint them lilac later that week. In her room the first thing to see was her desk, which was at the corner, leaning the parallel wall. It was white, just like the door. On it were her laptop, a grey table lamp, some notebooks, a pen holder and a little cactus in a blue pot. On the wall, which was on the left side of her desk, three wall-mounted, white shelves could be seen. She had placed the snow globes she collected on the highest shelf, then came her candles on the middle one. The last shelf mostly contained random things that she couldn't find a better place to put.

Right next to the desk, a white bookcase with five shelves stood to its left. Only the upper two shelves were full, for that moment. Between the bookshelf and the bedside table was a window. Then to the right of the window she had her bedside table along with her bed, which was leaning the right wall of her room. The bedside table was light blue and had three drawers. In the first drawer she had her jewellery boxes and her hair pins, in the second one came her underwear and socks. The third one contained her pyjamas. On the bedside table she had a picture of her 14-year-old self, graduating from primary school in Germany. There was one other picture which was taken in Oslo the previous year, in which she was with Sven. Other than that she a clear jar that had an amethyst, a pinch of unused ground coffee and a handful of pine needles inside –which kept the negative energies away.

The quilt cover set of her bed was in a darker shade of purple, in addition she had hanged a dream catcher right above her bed. To the right of her bed was another window. Lastly her wardrobe was right next to the door, to its right. Yawning loudly, Rosalinde headed towards the grey wardrobe and took off her pyjamas, throwing them onto her bed. Then she wore a thick, maroon coloured sweatshirt and black, skinny, ripped jeans. As she took a look at herself at the mirror which was mounted on the outside of the wardrobe's right door, an unpleasant realisation hit her.

Argh, I have school tomorrow. And I am going to be the new girl. Again.

Putting her ID and some money in a small purse, Rosalinde took her phone and went downstairs. Her mother was waiting for Rosalinde at the door as she passed her daughter a black leather jacket. Placing the phone and the purse in the pocket of her jacket, Rosalinde wore her black Harley Davidson boots "Well, I'll be back soon." she told her mother.

"Sei vorsichtig, Liebling, wir sind noch ziemlich fremd in dieser Stadt!" her mother shouted behind Rosalinde as she mounted her bicycle. (Be careful, darling, we are still quite foreign to this town.)

Rosalinde did not bother looking back at her "Ich weiß, Mama!" (I know, mom.)

The ride to the supermarket was quite calming in fact. It took her approximately fifteen minutes and the weather was rather cold but she had always liked cold weather, it always made her feel alive and cleared the traffic of thoughts from her head. The streets were mostly empty, she had seen some cars here and there but it wasn't much. As she arrived at Spar, Rosalinde dismounted her bicycle and locked it to a nearby street lamp.

The supermarket was almost empty as well; the red-head quickly took a package of penne and a bottle of Chianti and headed to the cash desk. The cashier was an old woman with curly, grey hair and sharp blue eyes, which made Rosalinde feel uneasy in an unusual way. Upon seeing the blue eyed red-head, the old woman smiled as if she had known Rosalinde in person.

Not bothering to hide her frown, Rosalinde placed the things on the desk as she took out her purse from her pocket. The woman didn't ask for an ID while Rosalinde placed the pasta and the wine in a plastic bag "That's 237 krones." said the old woman. While Rosalinde was handing her 250 krones, their hands touched each other for a moment. The red-head gasped as the familiar feeling of being drawn into a vision surrounded her.

"You are a good kid." said the old woman to a tall, blonde boy wearing round glasses. As she smiled in an odd way, she raised her right hand –on her little finger she had two golden rings –to caress the boy's forehead. The boy gasped for air, his pupils widened for a moment, then returned to their regular shape. At the same time whispers in a different language could be heard.

"You are the chosen one, boy."

"Tor, God of thunder!"

"Innocent blood shall spill!"

"What was prophesised by the Völva thousands of years ago has come to occur –Ragnarøk!"

As the vision slowly let Rosalinde go, the red-head abruptly pulled her hand back. The old woman was eying her in a mischievous way. Quickly shaking herself, Rosalinde took the plastic bag and put her purse back in her pocket "You can keep the change."

Not daring to take another look at the old woman, the red-head left the supermarket at a trot. When she was outside, she took a deep breath in order to steady her mind and her heart, which was beating like crazy.

What the hell was that? And what is wrong with that woman? Argh, this town is beginning to annoy me already!

Should I tell mom about the vision I had?

No, not yet. First I have to see if I can interpret what I saw.

What brought Rosalinde back to reality was the sound of a whistle. After placing the plastic bag in the basket, which was attached to her bicycle, she turned back to look at the source. There were three boys leaning a black, 4x4 Volvo a few meters behind her. The one standing on the right had fair skin with brown hair and from what Rosalinde could make out, he had an attractive face. Next to him stood a blonde boy with his hair reaching his shoulders, he was slightly shorter than the brown haired one. The third one had dark brown dreadlocks at a level with his chin, he had dark skin.

Rosalinde raised an eyebrow in their direction.

The one with the dreadlocks called at Rosalinde "Hey, darling, are you from around here? 'Cus I ain't seen you before."

The red-head rolled her eyes at them as she showed the boys her middle finger and mounted her bike. She could hear one of them saying "Well, Oscar, seems like you've found a tough one here." while she drove away.

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It was past 11pm when Rosalinde's mother came to her daughter's room, who was chatting with Sven "Meine Lieben, es wird spät und ihr geht zur Schule morgen. Ihr müsst schlafen." she said. (My dears, it's getting late and you have school tomorrow –you must sleep.)

Rosalinde was sitting on her bed crossed legged whereas Sven was sitting on the purple rug, leaning the bed "Mama, wir sind nicht fünf." the red-head spoke in an annoyed way. Sven chuckled. (Mom, we are not five.)

"Meine Mutter erwartet mich in einer halbe Stunde, Astrid, mach dir keine Sorgen." Sven responded with an understanding voice. The woman with ginger, shoulder-length hair smiled warmly at the teens and closed the door. (My mother expects me in half an hour, Astrid, don't worry.)

Rosalinde fell backwards onto her bed "I don't want to go to school!" she grumbled "The new girl process bores me."

Sven pushed a strand of blonde hair away from his face "I am not fond of it either but since we have no choice, just try to enjoy annoying everyone around you, Lin." the boy spoke "Except me, of course."

Rosalinde chuckled as she straightened, once more sitting on her bed "You know me way too well, Sven." she said while she messed his soft, blonde hair.

Sven pushed away Rosalinde's hand "Hey, hands off my hair." he muttered as they heard a scratching sound coming from behind the door. Sven laughed "Well, this was your call, cat mom.”

Rosalinde stood up reluctantly and headed towards the door. As she opened the white door, a grey Scottish Fold entered the room "You just could not stay downstairs, could you?" Rosalinde said and took her cat into her arms, heading to her bed once again.

"Is Valkyrie happy about moving to Edda?" Sven asked while he patted the cat. Valkyrie started to purr.

Rosalinde shrugged "I have no idea, she had been sleeping the whole day –including the car trip." the red-head responded as she raised the cat into the air to level its face with hers. Then she left a kiss on Valkyrie's nose, which in response jumped from Rosalinde's hold and fell on its four feet onto the floor.

Sven smiled "Somebody does not want to be loved tonight." he said while standing up. He moved to Rosalinde's desk and took his coat from her chair.

"Ah, it's just Valkyrie being grumpy like her owner." Rosalinde murmured, then raised an eyebrow at Sven "Leaving already?"

"I am tired, Lin –I wasn't the one who slept straight for two hours in the car." Sven said after wearing his coat "Meet you at eight?"

Rosalinde nodded as she watched him leave "Gute Nacht, kleines Mäuschen!" she shouted behind Sven. (Good night, little mouse!)

"Ich bin kein Mäuschen, Lin, hör schon auf!" Sven shouted back in response from downstairs. Rosalinde laughed, she had been calling him little mouse since they were sixteen to annoy him whenever she got the chance. The biggest reason behind it was the fact that Sven was afraid of mice. (I am no little mouse, Lin, give up already!)

I am so lucky to have a best friend like him.

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[arethereanyoriginalusernames]

Top 5 underdeveloped ZP characters

Requested by @pink-wants-to-die

Disclaimer because yes. Zoophobia is owned by our Lord and Savior Vivziepop. This list is my own bothersome opinion. If you disagree, that's great. If you can, tell me your thoughts on the topic. All I ask of everyone is that they be civil to one another, no matter how they react to this list.

First, let's define what I mean by underdeveloped. By this statement, I mean that a character feels like they were rushed or lazily made with not much effort. Now, does this mean that this was actually the case? No. I'm sure some of these characters Vivz believes she's put a lot of thought into them. I'm just saying these characters feel lazily done. Either they didn't live up go hype and expectations encouraged by Vivz, or they underperformed for their role. We good? Let's go....

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DM 1: Mackenzie

Look, I love Mackenzie, she is a pure child who needs a god damn hug, but I can't dry she's mainly just the stereotypical bullied girl character. I've said in the past that tropes aren't a bad thing on there own. However, as with many things, there are was to do them right and ways to do them wrong. The best way to go about them is to add your own flavor to them, give them something that stands out. Mackenzie, however, lacks this. While I admit she's cute and all, I can't deny that a lot of Mackenzie's traits have been copy pasted from other characters like her. If I had to name something I think could end up making her a little different is have her be a rival to Addison somehow. Anybody else notice the parallels going on between her and him? They're both adopted, they're both good at art, they're both introverts, they're both considered freaks, except for whatever reason, Addi gets a bunch of boyfriends and he isn't put down as often as Mackenzie. I feel like this could make for an interesting idea and give Mackenzie more depth beyond "the bullied cutie".

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DM 2: JayJay

So, I'm basically parroting what several have said on JayJay, so I'll keep this brief. For the poster child of zp, JayJay is pretty underwhelming. She's mostly just a party girl with some sprinkles of characters depth. I suspect that JayJay was never planned to be the poster child. She was probably just a character Vivz enjoyed drawing. However, after Die Young sky rocketed her popularity, the demand for more JayJay got high. One thing led to another, and here we are. I'm willing to bet that JayJay was simply meant to be a side character. However, Vivz could at least tried to flesh her out more as she started trying to push Jay to be the poster child.

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5. Kiki

Shout out to @pink-wants-to-die for suggesting this. Also, everybody go follow her and her other account @rzphhs She's a treat.

Ok, so I wasn't around when this character was introduced and hyped up by Vivz. Fortunately, my aforementioned buddy was. She basically summarized what the deal was. So, KiKi was propped up as this super cool, transgender character. That's right, we had a trans character and, from what Vivz was babbling on about, she'd have a solid role in the story, it was gonna be great. At least that was the plan. Then the comic came along, and anybody excited to see this character do some cool shit collectively decided " RIP that dream". For an LGBT character so hyped up to turn out to be nothing more then a gossiping lackey for a school bully is disappointing. Hell, as someone who never heard of KiKi before reading the comic, I didn't even realize KiKi was there the first 5 times. I can only imagine what some dissapointed readers must of felt. Look, if you're going to hype a character up, hype up those that actually have 3 dimensional personalities and aren't card board cutouts is what I'm getting at here.

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4. Rusty

Sooooo, do I even need to ask how many people have already depicted how Rusty is going to progress in the story? It's the same problem with Mackenzie, but it's even worse here. Lemme guess, he's an orphan, secretly gay, takes out his anger on others through bullying, and Will eventually go through a character arc that makes him not a bully? Boom. 5 bottles of maple syrup say I've just accurately depicted Rusty's entire story in zp. Unlike Mackenzie, I can't even predict something that could make him interesting. He's a stereotypical bully just there to make other characters look sympathetic or better.

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3. Tom

I've discussed this guy before, so I'll keep it brief. This guy is litteraly Damian, except with some character traits deleted. And it doesn't work to parallel the characters or anything. Addi and Mackenzie clearly have different traits that makes them unique to one another. Tom does the following : feels lonely, is flirty, possessive, considered creepy, plays a guitar like instrument, has a parent who is an important figure in hell, and is possessive over Addison. All of these Damian also does. Even Tom's design feels lazy, looking like the love child of Ink and Bozzwick. The only unique thing I could find was....he sews. Ok then. I dunno about you guys, but I'm calling lazy on this one.

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2. Cameron

Ok, so Cameron isn't nearly as bad as the previous few, but I put her higher because. ...well, she's the goddamned main character. I feel like we should get to know more about Cam. For instance, why don't we see what's she's like when she's not afraid? We see her being scared and nervous in every appearance she's in. Even before she gets to Safe Haven, she's stressed and worked up. Why not spend some time with her outside of Safe Haven? Is she always neurotic? What do her friends and family think of her zoophobia? I also wished she played more of a role in the comic, as for the most part, she's either forgotten or hidden in the background. Have her actions and decisions affect the story more! Otherwise, why is she there?

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1. Zill

Oh look, salt.

Look, I've gone over several times why Zill annoys me. He's mostly uninteresting. I get it, he's not emotional or anything, he's a laid back bro who plays straight man to several characters. The problem here is actually one he shares with Cam. Despite being important (he's apart of the main cast, he'll be one of the characters we follow most), he doesn't really affect the plot in any way. In his introduction chapter (arc 2), the main conflict isn't his fault. Yes, he's forgetful, but the problem mostly arises from Damian being a sociopath, and everyone just deciding not to mention the anniversary until the day of. It doesn't really come from any fault in Zill's character. He doesn't even really solve the problem either. Kayla just has a convenient change of heart, and Vegenza just randomly shows up. It seems like there are definitely things planned for Zill, what with his species being a mystery, and the story questioning his and Kayla's relationship, but he doesn't have any real character beyond cool bro. His stories come from stuff just happening to him out of contrivance, and he doesn't really affect it. And since he's someone we're going to follow for a good portion of zp, he needs to be better.

So what do you guys think? I hope you enjoyed!

I apologize for wasting your time.

- ATOUN

[notasdriedapricots]

4,14 and 24 for music asks x

4: A song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about It's weird, but I don't really associate songs to people. There is someone I used to be close with, and we would laugh because for some mysterious reason this song would randomly start playing somewhere (the bar, the radio), only when we were hanging out. I still like the song, and it doesn't hurt to listen to it, but I do think of him whenever I hear it. Virtual Insanity, by Jamiroquai.

14: A song that you would love played at your wedding See, you're probably expecting a sweet romantic song here. The thing is, we don't really use romantic songs in this lands. Here, it's all about the party. Weddings go on until dawn, and when the plastic hats, glasses, necklaces and various other shit comes out, at about 2 am, that's the fun part. Everyone is various levels of drunk and still on the dancefloor, the people what weren't dancing stand up, the ones that went to get more drinks run back, people hug and jump around screaming their fucking lungs out because the music that plays at this time are the party classics. (This is actually the song I referenced in my Lucas in Argentina post! The player is not picking up the chorus that's the part you scream, tho lol)

24: A song by a band you wish were still together Most of the bands I like are still together, if you don't count The Beatles or Queen which, even if we lived in a parallel reality where they could still be together, I'm not sure I would want them to. This band is still together, I guess, but after the main singer left (even though he sounds so dunrk lol) the vibe kinda changed completely so I don't really like them anymore. I keep listening to the first four albums. They're a Canadian gypsy jazz group, that's about ti Rickroll y'all. Never Gonna Give You Up, by The Lost Fingers. Two guitars and a double bass, watching them live is iNsAnE (look at them playing Billie Jean live, it's a gem. Also, Karma Chamaleon. Also Pump Up the Jam, yes I said Pump Up the Jam. Bizarre but fantastic.)

Music ask! 🎼

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