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[hazelcephalopod]

Alright. I assume it’s been long enough I can post… well it’s a big Pluto spoiler so scroll now if you care. I’ll do the stars- ** ** ** ** **

Best and most tragic part of Pluto is Gesicht revelation that he had a (robot) daughter who was horrible murdered -and later all memory of her was erased, except it couldn’t take. Part of him wouldn’t forget! Which you’ve possibly figured out when it’s revealed. But what really got me was it wasn’t like, normal adoption. No! He found her in the actual trash. In the garbage dump! All broken and he immediately fell in love with his new child and presumably takes her home where he and his wife repair her and name her Robita. Like. The levels of wholesomeness in all that. And the “we (androids) have found our beautiful robot daughter (child sized bipedal wall-e) and she’s just (re?)learned to walk and talk. We shall call her Robita!” What?! What do you mean she was murdered, and it’s already done and in the past?! What do you mean it’s even more tragic yet beautiful and resonates perfect with the theme. And the child was named Robita?!! What?!!

I loved it so much. Idc if she’s probably a preexisting character. Just another testament to a masterclass on taking a lighter hearted old comic/manga and making it more serious without becoming too edgy and loosing its heart.

I mean. Her name was Robita! And she was adorable.

(more spoilers)

And then Gesicht gets murdered. By the same model. As he is having this twisted beautiful tragic traumatic flashback! And somehow the balance keeps if just on the right side of edgy and heartfelt. Just a masterclass in emotional storytelling.

also. They just give this child a gender. I didn’t know until they named her. Like there’s no… she’s a robot. I love the robots having gender just because. Look, she’s wearing an apron! Woman! Look he’s got a hat! Man! I love it. I got maybe one or two notes but I can work with that.

[wikipediagf]

hi random but want you to talk about the saw franchise

Okey first block the ask or long post tag I assume ur watching the franchise now and I don’t want to spoil it for you anyways so like I actually need to start from the start mainly I have a lot to say about saw I but anyways okey so like the way that the entire movie (and franchise in general ) is a tragedy more than a slasher or horror and I think it’s pretty much the most prominent example of a tragedy that is due to its own characters wrong doing the way that Amanda allows adam’s key to drain in the bathtub once Adam wakes up and he’s unable to grab it and it’s such a small detail that one would not even be able to recognise without the knowledge of it but once it’s pointed out adam’s story practically becomes tragedy and death as soon as he wakes up in that bathroom with Lawrence also more importantly how Adam and Lawrence’s storyline’s pretty much overlap and contradict each other towards the end of the film and it’s not Adam who breaks free but its Lawrence and the viewer was under the interpretation that Lawrence was the one who would suffer in the end and also as the viewer is told throigh the tapes that Adam must free himself from the chain (which he can’t do ) and that Lawrence must save his family or he will be left for dead but virtually the lousier happens anyways I’ll get back to this but another element of tragedy that really captivated me is that not one of the movies ends with the viewer not getting what they want or maybe just not getting what they needed to hear or see on a moral standpoint an obvious example is the first one (where John tells Adam game over and he’s left to rot in there forever) but also saw II where only if Eric had just “followed the rules” as John had told him too he would’ve been able to get Daniel back and he was in the room with them THE WHOLE FUCKING TIME IN THAT FUCKING SAFE LIKE HE WAS THERE BRO (even tho Eric dies like 2 movies later I hated the fourth saw so sorry if my memory is hazel on that one) and even with saw III where Lynn’s head explodes and ultimately gets killed because of things that were ultimately out of her control something that really made me connect with the films was this element of psychological dissatisfaction and almost torture that each ending bought to viewers (also this was my personal experience I don’t know whether anyone else felt the same ) but I had genuinely never seen a film or a franchise that had done this so well like at the end of the second saw I was happy that Daniel was still alive but I felt discomfort when I thought about the way that he was just in the room with Eric the whole time and it confused and frustrated me so much I loved that

Another thing that was instantly bought to my attention when watching the franchise was the subtle (wasn’t even subtle in some movies) critique that each film gave to an element of American society that people rely mostly on, in my opinion I think saw III and saw VI were a prime example of the corruption within the American healthcare system (I could write a whole thing on that but not today) and also not to mention saw II and pretty much every single movie (but this is the only one I can think of properly) critiques and comments on the brutality and corruption within the American police force even with spiral, there was such a large reliance on the enforcement to catch him when ultimately he was leading them to him the entire time and also saw II where John managed to simultaneously convince multiple members of enforcement that the victims were an a certain establishment when they actually weren’t, in addition the way that Eric thought that the only way to get John to cave in and tell him where Daniel was was through acts of violence (which kind of conveys the way that members of enforcement would rather utilise fear tactics in comparison to actually doing their job properly)

Anyways to get back to my main point the unsettling synchronicity within the franchise is absolutely astonishing to me something that I will always tell people whenever they ask me whether it’s actually good to watch the franchise is the way you need to pay attention to every single detail within each film (example being in saw III where Amanda finds out that Hoffman knows about what she did to John but it’s only revealed like much later on ) and something something something about the way that John tells Lawrence in saw VIIII that he should take hoffman to “a place I assume is very special to you” hence implying a sense of importance that the bathroom where Adam and Lawrence spent their last moments together and something about the way that the franchise starts and ends with the bathroom and also the fact that Leigh is actually from the city I live in and even the concept that I might’ve somehow walked past Leigh whannell sometime within my life makes me want to claw my eyes out and run in circles I actually need to be stopped

[looney-mooney]

S3 Aggretsuko and the risks of making your Hobby a Job

Okay so I just watched Aggretsuko season 3 and everyone in the tag is talking about how she “threw away her dream” in the end by quitting her idol job when... that’s not how I see it at all???

Death metal isn’t her dream, it’s her escape. She sings to express her frustrations with the world, and to help her get through the torture of her everyday life. When she was forcefully turned into an idol, it wasn’t HERS anymore. Her lyrics were unintelligible, her meaning was lost, and she started to see the idol persona as the mask she must put on to please others and the source of her pain instead of her escape from it. True, she ended up starting to embrace it life on the stage, but only because she loved inspiring others. And even then, being an idol was her FRIEND’S dream. Whenever her friend talked about the joys of being an idol, Retsuko just passively agreed, and eventually convinced herself that maybe this IS what she’s meant to do with her life.

But it’s not. And she knows it. The crazed stalker fan might have been the one who pushed her to quit, but in her mind... he was just reinforcing what she thought to be basic truths about her situation. She’s a fake, her words are empty, she’s just doing what is expected of her instead of being her genuine self.

And even though it’s a muddled message, I think one of the things this season was trying to say is that you shouldn’t have to capitalize on everything you do. She started publishing anonymous videos on the internet, but she was doing it for ad revenue - just a little side gig to help her get by, but she never meant for her passion to be exposed and exploited to this level. She wanted to be ANONYMOUS. She never wanted her face to be seen. From the beginning, she published her videos in a death metal face mask, and wanted to preform with her face in a burlap bag (which is a BADASS LOOK, AND SUITS THE THEMES OF THE MUSIC SO FUCKIN WELL, WHY DID HE TAKE THAT AWAY FROM HER, SHE COULD HAVE BEEN DAFT PUNK BUT BABY METAL). She never wanted to be seen, to be known, to be forced into the spotlight the way she was. She just wanted to get by, but in order to do so, she had to sacrifice something integral to who she was. She had to make her passion her WORK. PUBLICLY. Which took away her one escape. It made her favorite hobby into her worst prison.

The thing is, it’s... it’s okay to have hobbies. You don’t have to profit off of everything you do. And like, I get it! It feels good to be recognized for your passions! I should know, I’m a Motion Designer, I turned my love of art, design, and animation into my freaking career! But I still have other hobbies. I can’t keep a tune to save my life, but I love to sing. I stopped taking ballet classes after middle school, but I still love to dance. I decided to stop auditioning for roles in chorus and theatre, but I still love to preform! I still dance, sing, and make silly voices for all the comics I read, but mostly in my bedroom while my little sister rolls her eyes at me. I purposefully try not to capitalize on those hobbies, because if I tried to turn every single little thing I do into a marketable skill or profession, I would drive myself INSANE.

And she.... she LIKES being an accountant. She LIKES managing money, making things work financially, and she’s really really good at it!!! This season showed that off real well, and she was at her happiest this season when she was able to use those skills to make the idol group financially successful!!! When she was a BOSS, and making herself an irreplaceable asset to this new buisiness she basically built from the ground up. It all spiraled out of her control when her boss found out about her hobby, and started making huge rebranding decisions around that discovery WITHOUT HER PERMISSION.

In the end, she withdrew herself from everything. All her friends, all her skills and all her passions, everything she used to take pride in. For WEEKS.

I don’t approve of how aggressively her friends abducted her, and I wish they had cut to the chase a little bit earlier in the season so that her recovery could have had a full episode, but her friends were right to bring her back to the karaoke bar. And I think this was important for more than one reason - Haida wasn’t just raging at her, he was SHOWING her his hobby. He isn’t actually good at it! He kinda sucks at the death metal voice, and his voice gave out halfway through, and he was grasping at straws for the lyrics, but he was having FUN, being HIMSELF, and letting himself be FREE. Same way as his music. He used to be in a band, but he eventually let it slide into a hobby. Something he does for himself, in his free time. And he was really trying to goad her into joining him. He had a lot to say to her, and yes, he was a little mean, he did call her a coward, but he was being open and honest and raw. And eventually, it broke the dam, and she SANG RIGHT BACK. SHE WAS SCREAMING, not just at him, but at the WORLD, crying out for what it had stolen from her, desperate for the freedom of expression, of herself. She was pushing him away, but she was doing something she hadn’t let herself do in a long, LONG time. She wasn’t singing for a crowd, or for money. She was singing for herself.

And Haida understands. He wants to join her. He could hear her, and understand the lyrics of her song, the words she was screaming out with crystal clarity. And he responded to her lyrics, in a way nobody else could.

“Then let’s punch the world back.”

After that, she gave one last performance for the public, regained control of her life, and then returned to her new normal. A normal where she can be anything she wants to be. Where she decides to be an accountant, because as much as she rages about her job, it’s still HER job. And she lets herself lean on her friends a little bit more. Lets herself eat with her friends, instead of separate from them as she had been doing all season. And - there’s the implication in one of her last lines, that she’s still a music producer. Not a professional performer anymore, but a producer. She didn’t give up her side hustle entirely, she just went back to the parts of it she has control over, the parts she actually ENJOYED. And I, for one, am really proud of her!

[creative-oasis]

To anyone with Sensory Processing Disorder.

So I haven't been clinically diagnosed with ASD yet (because testing is extremely expensive and there is a 9 month waiting list) but I want to share something that someone taught me when I was at a ED clinic. I met someone there who worked with special needs kids and she taught me somethings that to this day saved me (and my partner).

With weighted blankets if you didn't know something to help is have as much of the blanket on you as possible. Including say if you are wrapped up, put the edges that may be on the floor in your lap. I know the first time I got over stimulated I would lay on the cool tile floor and at first I just draped the blanket over me but she came over and picked up all the corners that were on the floor and folded on me. Also folding blanket in half for less surface area but heavier. That may be a well known fact but for those who don't know, I hope it helps.

But the real thing that have helped me were quick methods of Deep Pressure Therapy (DPT) that she taught me. The first one was with your hands.

Take one digit, of the overstimulated person's hand, by the first knuckle in one hand and then hold their palm with the other. This will probably feel really uncomfortable at first and could cause some anger/rage but be reassuring that it will help but also listen to them if its too much.

Pull the finger in and out while either holding the palm steady or pulling the palm in and out in tandem with the finger. Basically you are pulling and pushing the finger. She told me that there are bunches of nerves in each joint and doing this calms them down.

Do this several times. My rule of thumb is for 8-10 seconds.

Move to the next joint. Hold the tip of the finger and continue to hold the palm or base of the finger you are working.

Repeat step one and two

Then repeat steps 1-3 with each finger of both hands. You can also take the whole hands and the wrist and pull back and forth to also relax the nerves on the wrist.69r

I don't have a lot of science behind this but I do know for me this works. Like I said the first time this happened to me I hated being touched but she assured me that it would help. After my head (and sometimes vocally) yelling about how I hated her touching me after she did each finger there was like a little warm feeling in each joint and after she did them it did feel better.

Another thing she did in conjunction with the method above was another form of DPT which was this method.

Put your hands on either side of the overstimulated person's head. For me I generally like it when the palms are at my ears and temple while the fingers come across my forhead but basically at either side of their head.

(Warning: I would research to more scientific descriptions if you are unsure of how much pressure.) You will squeeze their head, from either side for max of 10 seconds,not so hard that it hurts but enough to have a steady amount of pressure. Make sure you either get input or listen to the needs of the effected person.

Next you will put one hand on the person's forehead and back of head and squeeze again for max of 10 seconds.

Next, put your hands on the person's shoulder depending on how the person's feeling it could be closer to the neck or farther away.

Push down to give even pressure for again max of 10 seconds.

Next put hands on either of their arms (on the sides at about the socket joint/very top of the arm, the part you would get a flu shot in). Squeeze inward for a max of 10 seconds.

All of these forms of DPT can be repeated as many times as the person need.

I would highly recommend looking up or talking to a professional if you are doing this on kids or non-verbal people, especially when squeezing someone's head. I only have experience receiving this therapy. If anyone has resources or more information please add on because its a life-saver. It can bring a almost meltdown panic to a simmer in a few rounds. I would love to hear other peoples methods and if there is more scientific explanation to this.

I am not an expert so take this as more of a spring board for research and questions.

[remywrites5]

           Sirius yawned and stretched his arms over his head as he walked through the hallways of his school. It had been another sleepless night of listening to his parents argue and pretending he couldn’t hear them. He’d put his headphones in and turned his music up as loud as he could but it still wasn’t enough to drown them out. In the end he had given up the illusion of sleep and committed to staying awake – a decision he was now regretting as he tried to make it though the school day.

           He had an off period so he was looking for a place to take a nap. He went down towards the music rooms, as there were usually a few practice rooms vacant. He would be able to shut the door and be undisturbed for at least a good half hour. He would just have to set an alarm on his phone so he didn’t miss his maths class. He knew McGonagall was planning a pop quiz because he’d peeked through her planner.

           Sirius poked his head into one of the practice rooms and found Remus Lupin strumming a guitar with a pick in his mouth resting against his silver lip ring. Remus glanced up when he heard the door open and smiled kindly. Sirius felt something funny happen to his insides the way it always did when Remus was around. Remus had only moved to their school the year before and no one really knew much about him. Sirius had barely spoken ten words to the guy but it hadn’t stopped him having an annoyingly inconvenient crush on him.

           “Sorry,” he said, his hand still on the doorknob. He kept telling his body to turn around and leave but it wasn’t cooperating.

           “It’s okay,” Remus said, taking the pick out of his mouth. He played a few more chords and then glanced back up at Sirius. “Did you need something else?”

           “Will you teach me the guitar?” Sirius blurted out before he could think better of it.

           Remus scratched the back of his neck nervously. “I don’t know, I’ve never taught anyone before. I don’t think I’d be very good at it.”

           “I really want to learn though,” Sirius said, pouting slightly at the rejection. It was actually true as well, Sirius had always dreamed of being able to play guitar like a rock star. “I’ll pay you.”

           Remus chewed on his lip for a moment while he considered it. “Do you even have a guitar?”

           “I can get one,” Sirius promised quickly. He could tell he was wearing Remus down just a bit. He wasn’t going to give up now when he was starting to win him over.

           Remus exhaled loudly. “What was your name again?”

           Sirius did his best not to look offended at the question. “Sirius Black.”

           “If you can get a guitar then I’ll do what I can to teach you,” Remus said, playing a few more chords. “But no promises, okay? I told you I’m not much of a teacher. You really should ask Professor Flitwick. He’s the music teacher after all.”

           “He doesn’t like me,” Sirius confessed, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning casually against the doorframe. “Last year I purposefully sang the wrong words during our chorus concert and I was in the front row. Everyone could hear me. He wasn’t very happy about it.”

           Remus bit his lip ring to keep from smiling. “No, I don’t imagine he would be. Should I expect such disrespect when I attempt to teach you?”

           “Nope,” Sirius said, popping the p before letting his lips curl into a grin. “I’ll be an angel.”

           Remus rolled his eyes. “Somehow I doubt that. Get the guitar and we’ll see.”

           “I will,” Sirius promised. He could already feel himself getting excited. He had wanted to learn guitar since forever and now bonus he was getting to learn it from his crush. It felt like a win-win scenario. Sirius headed off having forgotten any ideas of taking a nap, too excited to even think of closing his eyes, for fear that this was a dream.

                                                           ***

           “What are we doing again?” James asked as he hit a tambourine a few times. Taking James Potter anywhere was a menace but Sirius’ best mate had insisted on coming with him.

           “I’m buying a guitar,” Sirius responded distractedly as he looked at the wall of guitars in the music shop. “I’m just not sure what kind of get.”

           “Why though?” James asked, scratching his head, his fingers getting lost in his unruly hair.

           “Remus Lupin offered to teach me,” Sirius explained, pulling one of the guitars off the wall. He put the strap over his head and positioned it against his body. It was a black and white Fender and Sirius couldn’t help thinking he looked kind of cool as he watched himself in the mirror.

           “Ah, okay.” James said, nodding in understanding as he put the tambourine back. “So you just want an excuse to spend time with Remus.”

           “That’s not all,” Sirius said defensively, strumming his left hand without playing any chords. “I’ve always wanted to learn guitar. This is a perfect opportunity. Plus I get to spend time with Remus.”

           James grabbed a pair of drumsticks and began twirling them between his fingers. “Do you think Lily would like me if I played an instrument?”

           “Mate, I think the only way Lily Evans would like you is if she got a lobotomy.”

           “Rude,” James said, putting the stick back.

           Sirius tilted his head from side to side as he looked at himself in the mirror. “Remus had an acoustic guitar. Should I get one of those instead? If I show up with the wrong kind of guitar he might change his mind about helping me.”

           “You’re overthinking it,” James assured him, clapping his hand on Sirius’ shoulder. “Just get whatever kind of guitar you want.”

           Sirius nodded and gave his best friend an appreciative look. He tried a few more guitars and decided on a candy apple red and black Fender. It was about six hundred pounds but Sirius thought it was well worth it. He just hoped that Remus liked it as much as he did.

                                                                       ***

           Remus’ eyes widened as Sirius took his new guitar out of the case. “Wow, that’s um…quite the guitar.”

           “Is it bad?” Sirius asked, his stomach dropping. He knew he would mess everything up. He should have just gotten an acoustic guitar like the one Remus had. “I can always take it back.”

           “No, it’s fine.” Remus said, smiling softly. “It’s kind of flashy but I think it suits you.”

           Sirius tucked his hair behind his ear and returned Remus’ smile. “You think so?”

           Remus nodded and then adjusted the beanie on his head. His tawny curls were poking out from the front of it and his school tie undone. He looked relaxed and effortlessly cool. Sirius desperately wanted to kiss him and find out what the lip ring would feel like.

           Remus sat down on the floor with his guitar in his lap and Sirius immediately moved to sit down across from him. Together they tuned Sirius’ guitar so that it matched Remus’. Remus showed him a few chords and they played Yellow Submarine together very slowly since it only had about three chords in the chorus. “That’s really good,” Remus said, beaming at Sirius proudly. “You’re a natural.”

           Sirius grinned and shook his head. “No you’re just a good teacher.”

           “Bullocks,” Remus teased, scratching his eyebrow. “You’ve played an instrument before. I can tell.”

           Sirius snorted and ran through the chords again. “My mum made me play violin as a kid. Had to take private lessons and everything. I wasn’t that into it but she liked having a son that could play. My brother Reg played the piano and she would make us play duets during dinner parties. It was the worst.”

           “But she let you quit?”

           Sirius glanced up at Remus and then gave him a shrug in response. “The high school doesn’t have an orchestra anyway so there wasn’t much point in continuing on. She allowed me to pursue other interests.”

           “She sounds kind of tough,” Remus said, patting Sirius’ knee sympathetically.

           Sirius reached down and places his hand over Remus’, enjoying the feeling of warmth that came from touching him. He turned Remus’ hand over and felt the callouses on Remus’ fingers from the guitar strings. “You don’t know the half of it.”

           “Sirius – “

           “Anyway, I’m here to learn, not share my tragic backstory,” he said, dropping Remus’ hand. “What’s next?”

           Remus chewed on his lip ring for a moment and seemed ready to argue. After a moment he shook his head and showed Sirius another chord. “So, um, my band is playing a gig this weekend.”

           “You’re in a band?” Sirius asked, his eyes widening in surprise.

           “Yeah, we’re terrible,” Remus told him with a soft chuckle. “Lily convinced me to join after her old guitar player, Fabian, hurt his hand during a rugby match. If you wanted to come see us play we’ll be at the Three Broomsticks on Saturday night. You don’t have to though, as I said, we’re not very good.”

           “I’ll be there!” Sirius promised, knowing there was no way in hell he’d miss it.

                                                                       ***

           “You’re sure Lily is going to be here?” James asked, following Sirius through the pub.

           “It’s her band, you numpty,” Sirius said as he playfully smacked James upside the head. “She’s the lead singer.”

           “Oh god, I’m going to die. She’s so pretty and she can sing?”

           It was pretty crowded for a Saturday night as James and Sirius weaved their way through the crowd. They each got a pint from the bar and then went to find somewhere to stand so they could see the stage. For the moment they were just playing music through the speakers of what sounded like a club mix.

           After about twenty minutes of Sirius searching in vain for Remus, the lights dimmed and the spotlights on the stage came on. Sirius glanced over at his best friend and saw his jaw drop as Lily Evans stepped onto the stage. She had on a pair of fishnet stockings and black shorts, a Star Wars t-shirt and an unzipped hoodie over it. While James stared at Lily, Sirius’ vision focused just slightly to her left where Remus was plugging his guitar into the amp. Instead of his brown acoustic guitar he had a turquoise and white electric guitar. He wore ripped jeans, a plain white t-shirt and a blue and green flannel with his signature (as Sirius had come to think of it) brown beanie on his head. Rounding out the band was Benjy Fenwick on bass and Marlene McKinnon on drums.

           Remus looked out into the crowd and smiled when he noticed Sirius, his teeth resting against his lip ring, making Sirius’ insides do funny little flips. Marlene banged her sticks together a few times as Lily stepped up to the mic and began to sing. James immediately started cheering and clapping as the song began. After a moment Sirius couldn’t help joining in.

           Lily took the mic out from the stand and walked over to Remus, their hips swaying in time to the music as they danced together. Sirius couldn’t help the pang of jealousy in his chest from how close Lily was getting to Remus. He knew it was just part of the show but they leaned in close to share the mic as Remus harmonized with Lily. Sirius took a large pull from his beer and tried to get himself under control. He felt slightly better when the song ended and Lily went back to the mic stand in the center of the stage.

           “What do you know about that bloke Remus?” James shouted in Sirius’ ear as the next song started. He clearly was jealous of the on stage chemistry Lily and Remus shared too.

           “I know he’s going to be mine after tonight,” Sirius said before downing his beer and heading to the bar for another one.

           They played a total of five songs before Lily thanked everyone and wishing them good night. The lights on the stage went out and the band began to pack up their stuff. The same club mix started to pour out of the speakers as James and Sirius made their way to the stage.

           “Oh great, what do you want?” Lily asked already scowling at James.

           “I just came to watch the show!” James answered defensively.

           Remus had just finished putting his guitar away when Sirius tugged him down from the stage. “Hi there,” Remus said, smiling warmly at Sirius. “Did you – “

           Remus was cut off by Sirius capturing his lips in a kiss much less frantic than Sirius felt at the moment. Remus pulled back after a few seconds and stared at Sirius with a puzzled expression on his face. Sirius reached up and brushed Remus’ curls off his forehead before pressing a kiss there as well.

           Remus laughed softly. “Should I take that to mean you liked the show?”

           “I did,” Sirius confirmed, letting his arms rest around Remus’ shoulders. “Also you lied to me.”

           “I did?” Remus asked bemusedly as he put his hands on Sirius’ waist.

           “You told me you were rubbish,” Sirius reminded him. He let his hand cup the nape of Remus’ neck and he pressed down just slightly, feeling Remus shiver against him in response. “I thought you were really good. You were a rock star.”

           Remus rolled his eyes before leaning in and kissing Sirius again. “I think you might be a tad biased on that account.”

           “Not at all,” Sirius said as he nibbled playfully on Remus’ lip. “I’m quite the music snob if you must know.”

           “Ah,” Remus huffed in amusement. “So you liking our music is actually quite the compliment.”

           “Exactly,” Sirius murmured against Remus’ lips, kissing him again and then again for good measure. “I’ve excellent taste in music and men.”

           Remus took a step back in order to grab his guitar off the stage. He held it in one hand and took Sirius’ hand with his other. “You know, if you wanted to go out with me you could have just asked. You didn’t have to pretend you wanted to learn guitar.”

           “I did want to learn the guitar,” Sirius insisted as Remus led him out through the back door of the club. Benjy’s van was parked outside so Remus slid his guitar into it and then sat down on the edge of the open boot. He grabbed Sirius by his Ramones’ t-shirt until Sirius was standing between his open legs. “I might be a bit hot for teacher, though.”

           “God, I hope you mean me and not Professor Flitwick,” Remus teased with a knowing smirk.

           “Mm, Flitwick is dead sexy,” Sirius joked, tracing the contours of Remus’ face with his finger, trying to memorize it already, as he couldn’t get enough of it. “But I prefer you.”

           “It’s a good thing you’re my only student or I would get accused of playing favorites,” Remus said, putting his hands behind him and leaning back.

           “Only two lessons and I’m already teacher’s pet, huh?” Sirius managed to quip even though his heart was racing from the way Remus was looking at him. He desperately wanted to shut the boot and snog Remus in the back of the van.

           Remus hummed in agreement. “My pet, you say? If that’s the case then maybe I should feed you, huh boy?”

           Sirius let out a yip like a puppy and licked a stripe up Remus’ neck. “Remus Lupin, are you asking me out on a date?”

           Remus laughed and shoved Sirius’ face away. “Yeah, I guess I am, since apparently I already own you anyway.”

            “Think you’ll keep me then?” Sirius asked, sitting down next to Remus and lacing their fingers together. It was astonishing to Sirius that something as simple as holding Remus’ hand was enough to make him feel a little lightheaded.

           “Yeah,” Remus said, giving Sirius’ hand a reassuring squeeze. “I’ll keep you.”

[the-midnight-kid]

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[captainwhiz]

Nobody asked for this, but have some Clone High omorashi headcanons

Abe

- Thin body = thin bladder + super fast metabolism(which means he has to pee like ALL the time)

- Trying his best to pretend he's fine, but the shaky legs always give it off...

- ...Gets embarrassed if somebody asks about it, tries to change the subject

- Sometimes leaks when nervous

- WILL hold it till the ends, if he's, let's say, with Cleo. She clearly doesn't need to know he has bodily functions

- Very suggestible - most likely will shove his hands between his legs if someone mentions water

- If he wets himself, he turns bright red, starts apologizing nervously and might even shed a few tears. Tries to hide the wet spot. Spends DAYS thinking about the accident

- If somebody has an accident, will try to cheer them up, but will most likely only make matters worse

Joan

- Has an average sized bladder

- Doesn't feel the need to squirm, but will most likely put her knees together when really desperate

- Won't mention it to anyone, unless she's with someone she really trusts

- Will come up with some sort of excuse when asked about it

- Can tell when somebody has to go(especially Abe), will ask about it

- Kinda suggestible, if someone tries to get to her, she will respond with something like "yeah, very funny", but the more they try to do so, the more desperate she gets

- It's canon that she WOULD pee in an inappropriate container if there's a decent enough reason for her to do so

- If she wets herself, tells everybody to "just go away", gets super upset about it, nut pretends it's not that big of a deal a day after

Gandhi

- Tiny body = tiny bladder

- Very open about his need, doesn't hesitate to tell everybody he has to go. And the more desperate he gets, the more vocal he gets.

- Nor is he too shy to do some sort of childish potty dance, with his hands shoved between his legs

- Still wets the bed.

- Totally okay with using weird objects

- If he wets himself, at first he will just sorta stand there awkwardly, but will proceed make a joke about the situation shortly afterwards

- Can actually tell when somebody has to go, even if the signs are subtle, will tease them about it

- Apparently, finds people wetting themselves funny. But he would still tell them to cheer up after they do so.

JFK

- His bladder is actually pretty big, but he's not very good at controlling it all that well

- At first, acts like he's fine, but gradually gets more and more nervous. Grabs is crotch when REALLY desperate

- Simillar to Joan, only mentions his need to the ones he trusts

-Denies his need when asked about it, in fact, he can go on, and on, and on about how he DOESN'T have to go

- Is actually ok with peeing in weird objects and/or outside, thinks it's manly

- Will likely punch if you try to get to him, unless you're a conventionally attractive girl

- If he wets himself, won't cry, but would still get really embarrassed. Would want to spend some time alone

- Would actually really want some comfort

- Wets the head when stressed, just like he used to wet when Ponce passed away

-Also finds the act of urination on oneself humorous

Cleo

- Has a slightly bigger than average-sized bladder, very good at controlling it

- Doesn't squirm, but you can still tell by very subtle signs that she has to go, such as slightly crossing her legs when she stands still and being a bit more irritable

- Doesn't tell ANYONE she has to go, her ego is simply too big for that

- Doesn't seem suggestible, will ask "What are you doing?" if you try to get to her, but will ssecretly feel a lot worse because of that

- Would under NO circumstances use a weird container or go outside, even if she's bursting

- If wets... basically goes apeshit. Dramatically tells everyone not to look. Will DESTROY you if you ever mention it

- Similar to Joan, can clearly tell when someone has to go, will tease them about it.. and tell them they're disgusting if they wet

I *might* do part 2

[madmachaca]

Headcanon:

Kanon is Athena's favorite saint twin.

I don't any proof, but I don't have any doubts either...

Unless you take this as proof:

Ok, so even if he isn't really her "absolute favorite" she may have a soft spot for him.

1. She protected and saved him when he was locked up at Cape Sounion, where he placed by his own brother who was sure it was the right thing to do because Kanon was being evil and treacherous and a potential treat to the goddes herself

Now, I find this situation interesting for 2 reasons: kanon was bad enough to kill an infant (who he arguably hated) and take ove the sanctuary, and even as a baby, Athena knew that he was worth saving. And the way she saved him was by sending her cosmos to him. He knew someone was looking after him, but he never realized who

(He realized eventually)

2. After he realizes, and accepts it, he pays her back by putting his life on the line as a true saint

And asks for forgiveness that is granted to him

We could argue that maybe Athena knew he will take a trident for her and so she saved him, but as the anime version showed us, Seiya could have done it as well, so I don't think it was a "oh, only HE could do it and that's why she kept him alive" I think it was more that she didn't want him to die; because he was worth saving

3. After she forgive him, she allowed him to wear the Gemini cloth and protect its temple. This is a surprise for everyone

In contex it seems like just showed up and she immediately asked him to protect the Gemeni temple (which, yes, he was the rightful successor after Saga, but still she give it to him immediately)

4. She, fully aware of his past crimes, still sided for him when the others were havikg doubts about the true nature of his intentions. She never doubted him

She tried to make Milo step back from his trial

Yet she didn't actually stopped him, maybe because she understood Kanon deserved some punishment for all things done, but she looked very distressed about it.

4. She really looks very worried everytime he gets hurt

And she is happy when Milo, another of her gold saints, accepts him

But maybe it was just mutual: Maybe when he devoted himself to her she pay him accordingly.

(It seems like she wasn't even sure he wasn't going to betray her, and she took him in anyway)

But don't take my words as gosspel, still I think we can say she definitely looks after him. The way she saved him before the events of the series, and that she would inmediatelly trust him and give him a very important role at the Sanctuary (even if it was short lived).

Maybe by taking him under her protection, she would allow him to redeem himself and his brother (though this wouldn't explain Cape Sounion)