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tarotwithdanise · 1 year

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Why are you still single?

A request from anon dropping an ask on my inbox.

༉ ‧ ₊ ˚ how to choose pile? ✧ . ˚

꒰⠀from left to right ; intuitively choose the pile your mind, heart and soul desire for. if you are having trouble choosing the right pile for you, here’s some tips you can do ; (1) take a deep breath (2) close your eyes (3) ask guidance from your guides (4) finally open your eyes and you can choose the right pile for you by the guidance you ask from your guides. if you are still having trouble by choosing the right pile for you let me know because i am willing to help and guide you.

PILE ONE PILE TWO PILE THREE

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[ 1. ] just a quick disclaimer : this reading was made for entertainment purposes only. this is obviously a general reading so takes what resonates and leave when it doesn’t, you don’t need to force your energy to read this and leave such a bad comment just to say it doesn’t resonates with you at all because the answer is very obvious! i don’t own any these pictures i collected them from pinterest so credits to the rightful owners.

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(?) deck used : the antique anatomy tarot.

Pile one

You are still single because you still wanted to uncover the things you didn't know about yourself. You wanted to get to know yourself more deeper than you always sees, you wanted to heal yourself from every pain and traumas you've been experience from your past. You want to achieved and enjoy the life of being single before settling down in a relationship because you might think it might be a distraction to your personal goal. Because right now you may find yourself questioning how challenging is life is. You are still finding a balance when it comes to money, health and emotions. You still in the phase of life where you are improving. Focusing on yourself and needs is your number one priority right now. You are still single because you want to improve and transform yourself first into someone you wanted to be in mind. And might be your ideal type person is someone who is very original about themselves, someone who is very fond of adventure and creativity and someone who will help you to get out of your comfort zone.

Pile two

You are still single because you are still waiting for someone to reach out to you, this person can be your ex, a crush or someone who you currently manifesting. But as far as i see here, they won't reaching out to you anymore because they turning their back to you. You see many readings that they might reached out you with these previous months ends that never even happen because the truth is you are not the part of those topics, those readings wasn't made for you. You barely have self-love for yourself, you still need to find your soul before commiting in relationship. Find what's triggering your red flags and try to fix and heal them. Right now, your guides wanted you to find your purpose in life and be that person. Being a single is the best of option for you right now rather finding love to other people.

Pile three

Idk, pile 3 people but babes. You totally asking why? I mean you have a very high standard to the point no one or real people can't reached that out. It's better if you will get down that standard a little bit so those people who wanted to pursue their love towards you can be somehow suited and applicable for your love. You think very highly about loving someone because you are fond of reading and watching perfect ideal type person. Because you think you deserve better and deserve your deep love. Right now, you may find yourself being fine with your single life and not being in relationship. You somehow love and enjoy being single currently and you might doesn't even bother to find love because you know it always on the corner.

#pick a card #free tarot reading #pick a pile #tarot #tarotcommunity #witchblr #tarotblr #tarot witch #divination #spirituality #intuition #magick #cartomancy #fortune telling

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melloween-candie · 11 months

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Jealousy [L.G]

Lip Gallagher x Reader

Summary

You and Lip has always been best friends, but the day Lip meet Karen, things changed- for the worst! You never pictured yourself to be the jealous type, but you'd be lying to yourself if you said it didn't hurt seeing your crush fighting for that so called 'family' growing in Karens womb.

Warning! Bad language, Small mention of sexual deeds

Word count: 752

[Angst/High school]

Part 1, Part 2

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/"Talking"//Thinking//Muttering-Whispering/

***Narrator's Pov***

You and Lip have been best friends for years. Nothing was ever able to get in between you two until one day when he met Karen.

Now you never really liked Karen all that much; however, Lip was fascinated by her, and you never knew why. She was a total bi*ch to almost all the girls in school. She's the type of girl that girls have to look out for in case they want to keep their man. A complete homewrecker. She was also known as the school sl*t.

Karen had a lot of labels, and honestly, she never even cared. Though what conflicted you was the fact that she took an interest in Lip. You knew that those two only met because Karen needed tutoring.

"They probably fu*ked." Said one of your friends.

You were currently walking down to your science lab. Expecting Lip to be in his usual spot. Of course, the teacher didn't assign any assign seats, that is-

When you walked in, you saw Karen- Since when did she take chemistry? You sat down at your usual seat, waiting for Lip, your lab partner.

Eventually, he walked in; of course, he was late as per usual. You moved your bookbag, expecting him to sit down right next to you, but he never came.

You turned your head to see him sitting with the girl you could barely tolerate. Karen Jackson.

Time Skip!~

***Y/n's Pov***

"What does he see in her?!" You questioned.

"Girl, don't worry about it. He's only talking to her to get in between her panties." Said F/n. "I mean, seriously, it's not like he likes her. It's Lip we're talking about."

"Yeah... but he already got into her 'panties.' He doesn't normally stick around for 'more.'" You said as you packed your books back inside your locker.

"Girl, seriously. I know you've had a crush on him since freshman year, but you really need to move on. I mean, you can do better. I hope you know that." Said F/n as (She/He/They) walked toward their next-period class.

God, this sucks. Though (She/He/They) made a point... I mean, Karen's just a phase... right?

Time Skip!~

***Narrator's Pov***

It has been a couple of months later. Lip and Karen have grown even closer. Closer than Y/n expected. It's to the point where Lip always goes to her house now... Y/n obviously doesn't like this. She doesn't want to admit it, but she misses her dumba*s.

Though she wasn't going to be happy to hear the news tomorrow...

It's quite sad, really... After all, Lip once told her that he wouldn't leave her for dead.

Time Skip!~

***Y/n's Pov***

You sighed, turning off the TV.

I guess he's not coming...

This is the third time this month that he missed Movie Night Friday. You were starting to think that he didn't care.

You called him- ring, ring.

***Lip's Pov***

"Fuck... yes-" Lip moaned.

Buzz, Buzz

"Huh? Wait- hold on, Karen, Y/n's calling." Lip said as he got off her.

Karen just rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, what's up?" Said Lip as he got dressed.

You can hear Karen whining in the background.

"Hey. Ah- Did you forget? It's Friday... again."

"Oh- shit. Hold on, I'll be there in a minute-"

"No." You interrupted him. "Forget about it. Maybe next time. Bye."

"Y/n wai-"

With that, you hung up the call.

Shit

"I got to go, Karen." Lip says as he puts on his jacket-

"Why do you even care about her?" She asked as she lit a cigarette.

Lip paused for a moment. Then grabbed the cigarette out of her mouth.

"Cause." He said as the cigarette wiggled between his teeth.

Karen got up. "That's not an answer." She said as she followed him to her bedroom door.

"Does it matter? Why do you even care?" Said Lip defensively.

"I don't." She stated. "But you clearly do. I mean seriously. You'd rather- watch a movie. Instead of getting high- with me? You'd rather hang out with a girl who wouldn't dare to THINK about screwing you?" Karen placed a hand on Lip's chest. "I mean, come on, Lip. Why don't you just stay with me tonight? We can have lots of fun!"

Lip couldn't even mutter a word. He was completely flustered, standing there. A hard one was forming in his pants, and Karen shut the door behind him. She knew she won this round.

#shameless #lip gallagher #lip x reader #lip gallagher x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #shameless au #shameless fanfiction #crush #jealousy #drama #dramatic

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krikeymate · 1 year

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What if, in the beginning phase of Sam's addiction as a teenager, she still tried to be close to Tara. Sam was struggling, slowly spiraling out of control... but she tried to somewhat pull it together at home and around Tara. Tara didn't know boundaries when it came to Sam. Sam never set any.

For example, each had their own room, but Tara spent at least as much time in Sam's as in her own, if not more. Eventually, Sam needed places to hide her drugs. But where do you hide your drugs if you have a child running around, alone at home most of the time? Christina was already barely home at that point, and Sam spent more and more time away from home, too, not wanting to be around Tara when she was really, really high - which happened increasingly more often. She felt terrible for leaving Tara alone so much. Tara was just a kid. She was very responsible for her age, but she still needed adults around, was still dependent on them (we're talking Tara at around 9 to 11, I think).

One time Sam would stumble home in the middle of the night, still coming off of whatever she took that day, finding Tara on the stairs, waiting for her, tears in her eyes, barely awake. She's clutching a piece of paper to her chest. "Tara, why are you still awake, baby?" Sam would ask, trying her best not to slur her words, so many emotions in her voice—concern, confusion, regret, maybe even a bit of annoyance.

"Mom's not home. Can you please sign my test, Sammy? Ms. Jones will be furious if I don't have a signature again." Sam swallows back the guilt. She's failing Tara. They're all failing her. She signs the test, apologizes to Tara, and promises her to do better. She tries to speak herself down from killing their mother when Tara's finally asleep, merely 3 hours from when she'll have to get up again for school. Sam only manages to contain her anger (secretly, not only at their mom but also at herself) by drowning it in more alcohol. She knows she lied to Tara. She knows she made a promise she won't be able to keep.

She tries to be gentle when she explains to Tara that she can't go into her room anymore when Sam's not home. Sam figures that it's an excellent time to teach Tara about privacy and all that stuff. She tells Tara that she also won't go into Tara's room without her because they both have the same rights. Tara's even kind of excited about it. And she's doing really well, too! She knocks before she walks in (mostly), and stays away from Sam's room when no one's home. Sam would still prefer to lock her door, just for the extra bit of safety, but their mom took away all the keys when Sam locked herself in her room for days after an argument once.

It's Show & Tell Day at school, and Tara wants to bring the drawing she's been working on with Sam for a while. She can't find it, though. She must have forgotten it in Sam's room when they finished it the previous night. It's early in the morning. Tara's getting herself ready for school, their mom not home once again. Tara knocks on Sam's door. Once, twice, a third time... Sam doesn't reply. So she opens the door carefully. The bed is empty. Sam's not home. Tara feels awfully guilty for entering without Sam's permission, but she can see the drawing beside the bed. She'll just grab it real quick.

Tara's glitter gel pens are strewn across the floor, and she decides to pick them up so Sam won't step on them. One rolls under the bed. When Tara kneels to grab it, she spies something poking out from between the mattress and the slatted frame. Tara pulls it out. She's just a kid. They're curious creatures.

It's a tiny package with... sugar? Why does Sam hide sugar under her bed? Tara puts some on her palm and licks it, just to be sure.

Christina gets called to school by the police. Her daughter showed up to school completely stoned. No, not Sam, the little one. They barely get out of it. Tara almost gets taken away. But it's a small town, and Wes' mom, who's already working as a police officer, has a sweet spot for Tara. She doesn't want the girl to go to foster care. She convinces CPS that Christina is a good mom. It was a horrible accident, but you couldn't blame Christina for her rebellious teenage daughter. Judy talks to some of the other parents from Tara's class, too, and they all take Tara under their wing more from that point onward, knowing that Christina is anything but a good mom.

Of course, it's a major wake-up call for Sam. She feels horrible. Her sister could have died! She's so tiny! If she'd just taken a bit more of the stuff... God, Sam's a monster! It's then that Sam pulls away from Tara completely. She barely comes home anymore, and when she does, she pushes Tara away in every possible way, sometimes even physically. Sam needs to protect Tara. And since she's the biggest danger in Tara's life, she must first remove herself from the equation. It's torture. Sam only gets through it by numbing her pain with every kind of drug she can get her hands on.

Tara's convinced Sam hates her because she broke her privacy rule. She tries everything to make things ok again. She apologizes. Writes letters. Draws pictures. Buys Sam's favorite candy whenever she has some spare money. But it's never enough. Sam only seems to hate her more and more every day.

Tara doesn't understand that Sam's love for her is so big that the hate she feels for herself is eating her alive every second of the day.

Ok. So. I know I've said this before and it hasn't been true, but when I say I have nothing to add, I literally mean it this time. This is PERFECT. I am in AWE. I'm going to need to see a series of flashbacks in Scream 7 of little them going through exactly this before they both wake up in a sweat from bad memories and shuffle out of their bedrooms at the same time only to run into each other and silently look at each other before moving to collapse on the couch and leaning into one another.

I'm going to bed crying tonight I guess.

Anon you're a wonderful person with a beautiful mind and thank you so much for sharing this with us.

#/mp #ask box #Scream #Sam Carpenter #Tara Carpenter #topic: childhood

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polygonal-trees · 2 years

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Human Hospitality

Summary: Dot and Megatron's friendship begins with a bucket of cold water in a dusty old warehouse. Hurt/comfort because I am physically incapable of writing anything else :')

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Also on AO3

Dot drummed her fingers on the steering wheel as the tow tractor made its slow, trundling way through the military base. Strapped on tight to the trailer behind her was a led-lined crate, stamped in bold red with 'caution: hazardous material'. Inside was a small stack of energon cubes.

Outside, in the loneliest corner of the base, well away from her colleagues and superiors, Dot rolled her eyes and sighed.

Her mod didn’t improve when she finally reached the warehouse. It was the oldest on site and barely up to code, more a place to shove random junk than a proper storage facility. Dot hopped out of the tractor cab, hauled the doors open with a squeal of rusty hinges, and grimaced at the feeling of hot, stagnant air that rolled over her like a wave. The windows were clearly too small to do much good without proper electric ventilation, and there didn't seem to be so much as a battery powered desk fan. Sweat broke out on Dot's upper lip as she got back inside the tractor and continued inside, deciding not to close the doors behind her.

Around the corner of a few hastily stacked crates, the warehouse opened up. All the junk had been pushed to the sides to make room for a barren desert of scuffed grey concrete, and in the middle lay the base’s guest of honour: Megatron himself.

He was curled up on his side, one arm pillowing his head and the other tucked close to his chest. Dot could hear the thrum of his enormous engine above that of the tractor's, but it was subdued, almost quiet. He stirred as she approached, opening his enormous eyes to scowl with displeasure. They seemed dimmer than usual, the red less piercing. But most tellingly of all, he'd taken his helmet off. Dot could see a row of ridges encircling the top of his head.

To anyone on base who'd been wondering if transformers could get sick, they had their answer. Just like every other living thing – and every other computer, for that matter – they weren't immune to viruses, and this one had knocked the mighty Megatron flat on his big grey metal ass.

“Oh,” Megatron grunted, a faint static crackle in his voice, “it’s one of you.”

“Nice to see you too,” Dot said dryly.

Dot pulled up in front of him and cut the tractor's engine, slowly squeezing the steering wheel for a moment as she watched the giant in front of her. Dot may have been one of the few humans who worked closely with transformers, but that didn't mean they were her friends. In fact she'd only spoken to Megatron a handful of times, and he’d always struck Dot as arrogant, aloof, and several other words she was trying to phase out of her vocabulary for the sake of her son. It didn’t matter if he was technically on her side, being alone with him always made Dot feel a little… tense.

Steeling herself, Dot left the relatively safety of the tractor cab and unhitched the trailer.

"Lunch time," she said lamely, knocking on the top of the crate.

Megatron shifted a little, visibly unimpressed. "And here I thought it might be something useful," he grumbled. “Like a patch for this fragging headache.”

“If you’d rather starve I can arrange that,” Dot bit back.

The corner of Megatron’s mouth twitched, fighting either a smile or a snarl.

“Now I remember,” Megatron purred. “You’re the feisty one.”

Dot bristled. “I’m the one who gets the job done,” she said coldly. “And I’ll have you know I’m the third highest ranking officer on his site,” Dot snapped. And I should be the first, she thought bitterly.

That did earn her a smile – or rather a sneer. Too many of those not-quite-teeth.

“Oh of course, that’s why you’re here running errands instead of something more worthwhile. Why don’t you cure this virus as well if you’re so competent?”

That struck a nerve. Worse, Dot couldn’t think of an immediate counter that didn’t sound like an excuse, and she could tell by the growing smirk on Megatron’s face that she’d already run out of time.

Megatron watched her flounder and chuckled, but it wasn’t a nice sound. Too much like metal going through a shredder.

“My boss is a jerk,” Dot said finally, looking away. “I had one kid and now he’s decided I’m not good for anything else.”

“You… what?”

Dot looked back at Megatron. He was still scowling, but he looked puzzled. Something about what she’d said seemed to have genuinely thrown him.

“I took time off to make another, smaller human,” said Dot, not in the mood for an impromptu class on human biology.

Megatron’s frown faded. “You’re a blacksmith?”

Dot shrugged helplessly. “Sure, if that’s what you guys call it.”

“Oh.” Megatron didn’t seem to have a comeback. He looked at Dot with the most honest, open expression she’d ever seen on him before. “I haven’t met a blacksmith in over four million years,” he said quietly, almost to himself.

Then his eyes hardened.

“You’ve done your job,” he grunted, sounding more tired than angry, “now leave me in peace.”

Dot hesitated. When she’d agreed, reluctantly, to do the job, she had fully intended on being in and out as quickly as possible. She’d only ever thought of Megatron as a dangerous, violent, pain in the ass, but… she’d seen that hint of softness now.

Megatron's engine kicked into a low, rumbling growl. It would've been a lot more intimidating if he'd been sitting up and towering over her, but he seemed reluctant to move. Against her better judgement, Dot felt a pang of sympathy. If her allies made her wait out the flu in an old closet, well… she wouldn’t be happy either.

Dot looked Megatron over with an assessing gaze. He seemed cold, but the air above his head shimmered faintly, like the freeway in summer – was it the same as when malware made a computer overheat? That must be uncomfortable. He looked uncomfortable, lying on bare concrete without even a blanket or a pillow. Dot knew transformers didn't need the same cushy comforts as humans but this still seemed like a less-than-ideal set up for rest and recovery. Hadn’t the Autobots considered that?

To be honest, Dot didn’t think the Autobots had considered much at all. When the higher-ups had asked why they needed to quarantine the giant alien robot and not the giant alien robots themselves, the answer they'd got back sounded hollow and flimsy to Dot. Something about differently coded immune systems – an annoyance for Decepticons could be lethal to Autobots and vice versa. Smelled like bullcrap to Dot, but she didn't have the medical, engineering, or computer science degree to prove it.

Dot waited another second before taking a slow step forward, aware of the hands that could reduce her to paste, but trusting that they wouldn’t. Megatron watched, guarded but curious, as if wondering what this ‘feisty’ human would do next.

Dot still wasn't sold on ‘good guy’ Megatron. She didn't see how anyone who'd waged war for so long could make such a change. But at the same time… Dot understood the desire to do the right thing, even if it wasn't easy.

Besides, he looked so put out and pathetic it was honestly a bit uncomfortable.

“How do you feel?” she asked, softening her voice.

Megatron rolled his eyes and huffed. "Oh, I feel sublime," he grumbled. "My central processor's overheating, my core temperature dropped to prevent my helm from melting, and I'm trapped in his dust box because the Autobot medic didn't think to make compatible anti-viral software. Everything aches. This is exactly what I had in mind when I negotiated the ceasefire."

Dot inched a little closer. "Can I do anything to help?"

"No," Megatron snapped.

Dot threw her hands up in exasperation. "Men!" she exclaimed, tenderness forgotten. "I swear, you're the same in every species – complain all you like, but as soon as someone tries to make it better, you're back at it with the tough guy routine." She cocked her hip, folded her arms, and hit Megatron with her best Mom Stare. It was still a work in progress, but he didn't need to know that.

"Do you need anything?" she asked firmly.

Megatron stared.

Dot stared back.

Megatron kept staring.

Dot stared harder.

Megatron was the first to look away.

"A cold compress would be nice," he mumbled.

Dot fought a smug smile. "I'll see what I can do," she said, getting back in the tractor. "Try to eat while I'm gone, ok? At least half a cube."

Obviously the base didn’t have a transformer-sized compress, but she got a clean sponge, a bucket of fresh water, and a few cups of ice from the staff lounge.

She returned to the warehouse to find Megatron propped up on one elbow, idly swirling half a cube of energon around with his other hand. He had the presence of mind to toss back the rest before Dot could get too close, muttering something disparaging about 'medgrade'. He eyed the bucket with distaste as Dot got out of the tractor, but he must have been feeling worse than he’d let on because he lay down again without complaint.

"Sorry I can’t give you the five star experience," Dot said anyway.

"As if I'd expect more from a human," Megatron grumbled.

"You're lucky you're under the weather, big guy,” Dot muttered under her breath, soaking the sponge and squeezing it out.

She hesitated a moment. She hadn't fully realised just how close she'd be getting to Megatron's face. Never one to back down, however, Dot pressed the sponge gently to the heated metal forehead, watching faint trails of steam evaporate.

It hit her suddenly how familiar the motion was. Robby had come down with a bug only a few days before Dot was due to go back to work, and she'd stubbornly extended her leave because of it. Maybe that was why she'd been shunted aside, but she'd do it again in a heartbeat.

Megatron closed his eyes and sighed, great metal body relaxing with a hydraulic hiss.

"Higher," he mumbled, ever demanding. Dot rolled her eyes and did as he said, re-wetting the sponge and moving it to the edge of the ridges. They shuddered faintly, Megatron's breathing hitched, and then they slowly unfurled with gentle clicks and creaks. Tall metal panels, tapered like petals on a flower. They looked… not rusty, but lined. As though they'd been folded for a long time.

"Thank you," Megatron breathed, so softly Dot barely heard him.

"Don't mention it, Megs," she said, "just get well soon."

#transformers earthspark #earthspark #transformers fanfiction #maccadam #my writing

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audriandae · 8 months

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Disclaimer: this is written based on the Traffic Life Series as well as the Life SMP Mafia 1 and 2: electric boogaloo. Enjoy

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Tango came into the game already distraught through recognising the world they were in. Jimmy was there. He hadn't seen Jimmy since he'd died in limited life. And the time before that, they'd been ranchers together. They'd shared a bond. Tango had felt every single bruise and cut Jimmy had gotten, and Jimmy had felt the same. They’d shared the same goat horn, using it joyously although all the other players wouldn’t respond to it. It was their shared Rancher horn. Hearing it meant coming home.

They’d met each other at spawn for the first time after Tango had been blown up by a creeper. He’d felt such a strong sense of guilt from having killed his partner. Other players told him that being linked to Jimmy was a “curse”, but Tango didn’t care. He enjoyed Jimmy's presence, and some time later, had gotten reliant on it. they'd split up to get things done. They still had plans. It wasn't supposed to end so soon.

The pain had come in waves. Tango had desperately held his shield up in the middle of an empty path in the daytime. It didn't help. He ate desperately, trying to heal himself and his rancher. It didn't help. I killed him once, he’s bound to have his turn. His words to Scott rang in his ears as his knees buckled and he fell to the ground. It wasn't supposed to end like this.

SolidarityGaming was killed by Enderman

Tango died of heartbreak

The next time he saw Jimmy, it had only been from a distance. He barely interacted with Jimmy before he’d run out of time. The sinking horror in his gut had been the only thing he could feel when he saw the death message. They were supposed to have had more time. Tango would've given up hours of his time to keep Jimmy alive. But it was too late. He couldn't change the past, he could only have hope for the future.

SolidarityGaming fell from a high place

He’d woken up back in Hermitcraft. His hair and eyes were blue. No trace of the red that he had seen reflected in the water in those games. He’d moved on, hoping to all hopes that there would be even the slightest chance of seeing Jimmy again. He dedicated himself to Decked Out, keeping himself so busy that he wouldn't have the time to grieve or even think of Jimmy.

Then the rift. The sight of a massive gaping portal cutting through stone. Purple. There was a significance to the color purple, but Tango didn't know what it was. He’d seen the rift, but remembered being back in Decked Out soon after. He remembered the hours of work and grinding that he’d put into it. He remembered opening night and the sheer glee in Scar’s voice when he’d seen the doors. He remembered the relief that flooded him as the Hermits eagerly queued to play. Decked Out 2 Phase One had been a success. Tango had been doing maintenance during Phase Two when he made a wrong turn in the bowels of Decked Out.

The wrong turn that brought him to the ruins of Third Life. Being back there made all the memories he’d shut away come flooding back. Everything about Jimmy, about his beloved rancher, about his deaths and his “curse”. Other memories popped into his brain as well, ones he had never seen before. Those memories were odd. They featured him from a third person point of view. “He” was called BigB. He wasn’t BigB. And he kept calling Cleo ‘Jimmy’, and Gem ‘Etho’, and False ‘Tango’ for some reason. Only a handful of the 23 players were strange to him like that. Only a handful would appear to be someone else from the corner of his eye.

Tango remembered Jimmy– the real Jimmy– and could have cried in relief. He had been underground, caving with a group. He thought he had had more time. When they’d surfaced and he split off to make a base (more like a chest in a hole), and get some of his old gear back, he wondered about the possibility of Jimmy not remembering.

Gem hadn’t remembered anything of Hermitcraft. False didn’t remember anything at all. What if Jimmy didn't remember him? What if Jimmy and Scott remembered each other and pledged to love each other and then–

His memories were jumbling up. He’d had an odd time in Gem’s house, seeing Jimmy instead of Cleo and Etho instead of Gem. He’d laid down to rest for a while. He was supposed to have more time.

The fateful message came over comms in the morning. The group gathered at spawn, some still half asleep and un-geared. Tango had no armor on, having thought that just maybe he wouldn't need it. Sausage was missing. Sausage was gone.

MythicalSausage was doomed to fall by ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ リᔑ∷∷ᔑℸ ̣ ╎⍊ᒷ

The realisation was followed by a moment of dread, a flash of cold down his spine as Tango realised that something was wrong. And the bolt of lightning that crashed down from the sky in the middle of a perfectly clear day. The lightning that struck the spot Jimmy stood, leaving nothing but a crater. No remains. Not even a body to bury. Then Scott, clutching his heart and falling to his knees, collapsing on the ground. Jimmy, Tango's rancher, had been linked with someone else.

SolidarityGaming was struck by lightning

Smajor1995 died of heartbreak

Tango didn't feel the scream that ripped out from his throat. He didn't hear the words of the other players. Gem's voice cut through the haze clouding his mind. Tango.. are you alright?

He wasn't. He wouldn't be. Not without his rancher. He was supposed to have more time. He ran out of time. There wasn't enough time. Never enough time.

Tango didn't feel much afterwards. He moved through the rest of the day in a daze, keeping himself busy to stave off the inevitable emotional breakdown he would have. Build graves for the dead. Move on. Prepare. Build. Plan. The less time he had to think, the faster he would forget and move on. The moment Tango felt his thoughts drift back to Jimmy, tears would prick the corners of his eyes, and he would have to do something– anything– to distract himself.

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I am so incredibly unwell about the life smp mafia 2 group. so incredibly unwell.

#lifesmpmafia #mafia peeps #writing #mcyt #traffic life series #but different #i love the life smp mafia gang #we're so feral over these folks #what if traffic life players but in mafia #that's the premise #send me an ask if you want to know more #warning: i will not shut up about them

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jikookuntold · 1 year

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Since it got so long, I had to write the rest in part two.

Taekookers say the company couldn't pair taekook together before because of jikookers?! Are they for real?! Jikook is barely the third most popular ship in bangtan. The vast majority of shippers and nonshippers don't even like jikook, most of them hate seeing jikook together. Just look at the Twitter trends. The only time their trending surpassed 300k tweets, was after the black swan masterpiece. Meanwhile, taekook has reached 1M just for sitting next to each other and making paper carnations. Do we do the math here or just talk nonsense? Girl, Bighit knows it all, and they always wanted to pair taekook together, also jikookers still exist, nothing has changed.

The only reason they couldn't pair taekook together is Jungkook. He was the one refusing it the whole time. There was some insider information back in 2019 and 2020 saying that taekook can't get along and have the worst relationship in the group. Of course, bighit was not supposed to tell you about that. They have made this ot7 bond agenda for years, and they won’t let anyone ruin it. Don't get me wrong, they all have great but different personalities, and some duos get along better than others. So taekook had to pretend they are fine on camera, still, there were so many moments exposing their awkwardness. No, I'm not talking about stupid body language analysis, I'm talking about "you always ignore me so I didn't notice", "I miss the old days", "I think Jungkookie doesn't let Jimin come" and many other examples.

No, empty flirts and stage fanservice are part of their job, and it doesn't prove their closeness. Of course, they weren't like this before. They admitted that they were close in their debut years, but many different things including growing up separately, lead them to the point that they refused to work together as a unit no matter how much bighit insisted. Of course, Bighit didn't come up and say "yeah guys, we tried to pair taekook for this thing, but jk doesn't want it." What did they do instead? They planned that famous ITS moment. I also agree it wasn't 100% improvised, nothing on cam is 100% genuine, there are always scripts, but scripts have a point, and this script was to understand what was the issue between taekook, and with this act, they put jk in a situation where he couldn't say no anymore.

Taekook's mother's day Vlive in 2020 was so awkward that the company decided to take action, and they filmed ITS that month. But the first phase of the plan didn't work well, as jk said himself, there were still things unresolved between them, and jk reflected it in his behavior. The gimbap chefs Vlive with Jikook was only a few weeks after ITS, and jk emphasized how he had a great time doing that vlive, while after TK vlive he came to weverse to say he felt awkward, and no, it was a week BEFORE his Itaewon scandal. He had no reason to feel awkward unless it was his companion. I'm not hating any of them or their friendship, I'm saying this again, people have different personalities, and when two people don't get along it doesn't mean that one of them is a bad person. Their personalities just don't match. I'm sure they want the best for each other, but we need to accept and face the truth.

Wonder why bh was so eager to resolve TK issues and give taekookers what they want. Was it for something other than the money and the constant demand coming from taekookers?

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abnormal-tulip · 2 years

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I JUST NOTICED THEY'RE SUPER ALIKE!!!! TIME TO TALK ABOUT IT☆

so BAAAAAASICALLY☆ if you guys don't know☆ top gem is phosphophyllite [phos for short] from houseki no kuni / land of the lustrous / kingdom of gems and bottom person is tame mene from abnormality dancin' girl by guchiry [sung by vflower, there's a really good piko cover too! suggest checking it out]☆ if i don't explain this the best, then just. let me be☆ B U T ☆ BASICALLY☆ they both start out wanting to be more. mene wants better grades and phos wants to become a fighter, they both want to be worth something☆ mene's quality dropped rapidly during her time in school, being a gifted child until more recently, seeing people around her be what she once was [mene's obsession with her grades make it seem like she was once great at it]☆ phos didn't start off great, they're the second youngest [or youngest,,???? i forget if zircon's older or younger], but they HAVE seen people around them be great. everyone around them seemingly has a better understanding of everything or a better hardness☆ soon, they both find someone☆ mene finds nanamiya miya, a star student who everyone loves☆ and phos finds cinnabar [and later, antarcticite], who is extremely important to the gems and [later found in the manga] extremely loved☆ they start thinking about them constantly, thinking they're stupid for trying to interact with said person, becoming basically obsessed☆ now, we get to mene's dream and phos loosing their arms☆

mene's dream is the second form of her 'metamorphosis', symbolizing a cocoon [the first appearance is a caterpillar and the last appearance is a butterfly [as she very clearly states]], forming more confidence☆ phos loosing their arms is teeechnically the third step in their overall downhill [second is the agate legs], but their personality change really starts there☆ mene wears a dress that's similar to miya's in her dream, and phos cuts their hair to look more like antarc's☆ mene, after this dream, is always constantly dreaming about miya. they're just seeing how wonderful she is, and that she seemingly has no flaws☆ a similar thing happens to phos after antarc shatters infront of them. they start thinking about them all the time, seeing how great they really were, and- you guessed it, seeing that they seemingly have no flaws☆ last phase! mene's butterfly outfit and phos's head removal☆

now, after trying everything, they both have reached the final [complete for phos, this form for phos lasts a LOOOONG time] part of their journey, which has actually made them worse☆ mene wants everyone to see this abnormality they've created in themself. the basically see-through outfit is a symbol for wanting to be seen and recognised, and that's what they both wanted in the beginning, but it's more apparent now in mene's outfit☆ phos's changes are very apparent, with lapis now being in their conscious☆ their changes are more apparent based on their literal replacements [agate legs, gold and alloy arms, and lapis lazuli head]☆ both of them are barely themselves anymore by the amount of abnormality they've gathered☆ and, after this transformation [for both], it gets severely worse☆ phos goes into suffering they never thought they could before, losing almost all phos-ness about them [even if they keep their kindness at heart] and being unrecognisable throughout their stages☆ and, to put it simply, mene dies☆ both 'final' transformations end up in a *severely* worse state for both people, even if it seems like they're better this way in their heads☆ ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,yeah! :D☆

#abnormality dancin' girl #abnormality dancing girl #guchiry #vocaloid #tame mene #phosphophyllite #houseki no kuni #land of the lustrous #kingdom of gems

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zoloft-and-anime · 2 years

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My Queen - Eddie Munson x Reader

A/n- Hey y'all! So since I'm working on the third chapter of my Robin fic (which should come out next week) I thought I might feed y'all in the meantime. This comes from a request from a friend @maddiethebanished.

Summary- Eddie re-enacting his nightly fantasies with you on his throne.

Warnings- SMUT, some dom!eddie, reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns. I can't think of much else

When the bell rings at 3:00 signaling the end of the school day, you're immediately making your way to the hellfire club room. You've made a routine of meeting Eddie there every day after school and before his meetings to chat and brainstorm campaign ideas to make the game even more sadistic than before. Your friend loved having you around for your beautifully creative mind as well as your good sense of humor. You kept him company.

And, he had to admit, you weren't all that bad to look at.

However, today the energy in the room felt quite different. When you step lightly into the room you don't see him at first, calling out his name in a soft voice to not alert anyone to the room while the door was open. You aren't meant to be in the club room after school unless participating in club activities, due to some students having used club rooms for more non-school-friendly things in the past.

“Right here, princess. I promise I’m not trying to hide from you.”

Your head whips around to see him sitting on his throne, legs spread apart as he leaned lazily against the throne’s back. His hands grip the ends of the armrests and his weight is shifted to his left arm, head cocked to that side as he inspects your form.

Usually, his nicknames didn't phase you, he had always enjoyed calling you sweet little titles out of friendly affection. But with how he was looking at you today you can’t help but subtly squeeze your thighs together at his words.

“Oh hey Eds! What’s got you so quiet today? Usually, you're already talking my ear off with your daily frustrations or plans for our meeting.” You search his eyes for something that might be wrong. He’s never like this with you.

“Oh, I don’t know. I’ve just been thinking a lot today I guess. Well, not just today but today in particular.” His tongue runs over his upper lip as his eyes lock onto the edge of your skirt. You find yourself feeling completely bare under his harsh gaze, moving to place your hands in front of your legs, clasped together in an effort to protect your decency.

“What about? You know you can tell me whatever’s been on your mind.” His eyes darken at your innocent offer to help him with his troubles.

“You, darling. I’ve been thinking about you.”

That nickname, he had never used before.

You step closer to him until you’re leaning on the edge of the table near his throne, pushing yourself up onto the tabletop and swinging your legs over the edge to face him.

“What about me?” Your voice quivers slightly upon the delivery of your question, drawing a smirk to his lips.

He’s got you already.

His hands move from his armrests to your thighs, him leaning forward to touch you and deepen the eye contact that hasn't broken the entire time you've been in the room.

“(y/n) I’m gonna be completely honest with you right now. I haven't been able to get the thought of you off my mind for weeks. Every night ends with me fantasizing about what I’d do to you and every morning starts with me being unbearably hard from dreaming of taking you exactly how I please.’

You shiver at his words, cunt clenching at the thought of whatever he might be dreaming of.

“O-oh really? Me?” Is all you can respond with. His long fingers are toying with the edge of your skirt temptingly before he pulls you by the hips until your ass is on the edge of the table, his arms moving to support your thighs on either side of him.

“Yes, only you. You don’t even know what you do to me.” You're gasping at the warmth of his touch combined with the tenderness with which he handles your body, ring-clad fingers gliding over your figure.

“Say you want me too, please. Say you want me and that you think of me too and I’ll show you a world of pleasure you won’t be able to reach with anyone else.” His deep brown eyes are looking up at you, blown out with lust.

You cup your hand under his chin, guiding his face up until it’s inches away from yours and, causing him to slot his hips right in between your legs as his figure looms above you.

“Tell me, baby.” He says lowly, eyes fixed on your lips and hands gripping your thighs.

“I’ve always wanted you. Only you Eddie. Please-” His lips cut you off, your back being laid against the table as he covers your body with his, making as much contact as possible.

Your mouths move in sync as his hips rut against your cunt, covered only by your thin, lacy panties now that your skirt has ridden up your waist.

“Wrap your legs around me, baby.” He says breathlessly before leaning back in to capture your lips once more.

As soon as you follow his command Eddie is lifting you into his arms. He turns around to gently place you on his beloved throne, reserved only for him to sit in.

"You know this throne practically makes me the king of this club, right? And what does every king need my love?"

"A q-queen" his hands are smoothing over the tops of your thighs before he finally gives in.

"That's it, princes. Gonna make you my queen."

His hands move to gather his hair at the nape of his neck, wrapping the coiled hair band around the fistful of hair and forming a bun.

He lowers himself to face your cunt, bunching your shirt above your hips and slipping your underwear down your legs before spreading your legs apart. Two fingers run down your slit in-between your folds to gather some of your wetness.

“God, you're soaked for me. Just like I always imagined you’d be.” His fingers are quickly sucked into his mouth and his eyes roll back in pleasure. “You taste so fuckin’ sweet too.”

His tongue trails up your pussy until he reaches your clit, sucking it into his mouth. The moan you let out is absolutely sinful. The feeling of his soft lips exactly where you need him most, so hot and needy and eager to please, is heavenly.

He’s moaning at the taste of you, beginning to prod at your entrance with a single digit before sliding it past your folds and curling it up into the spot that makes you feel the best. You’re grinding into his face unconsciously, hips bucking into him to feel him deeper inside. Your hands move to tug at the loose bun his curly hair is tied into, drawing moans from his mouth that make you shake.

“God you look so fucking beautiful from here, you can’t even stand the pleasure.” He’s sliding in a second finger to fill you up just right, picking up his pace as you begin to squeeze around him.

His rings are glistening with how wet you are when you look down at him. His messy bun slowly coming loose with how he’s been devouring you in earnest.

You lock eyes with him, pretty wide brown eyes looking back into yours with a darkness you've never witnessed in him before.

“You love this, don’t you baby? Your dungeon master finally giving you what you've always wanted. Makin’ you feel so fuckin’ good huh? Yeah just like that, good girl.”

“Fu-fuck please gonna cum for you, I-”

“Not yet honey, not until I get to be inside you.”

He’s removing his fingers and mouth from you and picking you up again to take your previous spot on the throne, you straddling him in his lap, cunt exposed and soaking through the leg of his jeans. He quickly pulls down his jeans and boxers to reveal his cock, already dripping and hard from pleasing you.

Just seeing it has you clenching around nothing.

“Now baby, you’re gonna ride your king right here, in his throne, prove to me you deserve the title of queen.”

You’re slowly guiding yourself down onto his cock, both of you letting out a guttural groan as he bottoms out inside of you. Your back is arched and your head is buried in Eddie’s neck, one hand finding the bun on his head and the other resting on his chest. His hands are running along your back, sides, hips, and ass as you adjust to his impressive size before he finally grinds up into you.

“C’mon babydoll, show me.” Your hips start canting against his, and the feeling of him has you keening in pleasure despite the pain of him filling you so well.

You lift yourself off of him almost all the way before bottoming out again, drawing a groan out of his soft lips as he grips your hips so tight that you’re sure they’ll bruise in the morning.

Your pace picks up, bouncing on his cock, head thrown back in ecstasy as you push against his chest, feeling the desperate rise and fall of it as he gasped in pleasure.

“God dammit, fuck you're good. Good girl. Gonna give it to you now.”

He grabs your hips, thrusting up into you at a mind-breaking pace, moaning loudly as your cunt clenches around him, edging you closer and closer to your release.

“You like when I'm in control don’t you? Feeling me take whats mine just like this? Fuck you’re squeezing me so damn tight.”

You’re moaning far too loud for anyone outside the room to not hear you, but you don't care. Giving in to him is so easy, so natural. It’s such a carnal desire that all you can think about is the way he feels inside you and how perfect it is.

“C’mon baby, cum for me, make a mess on my throne. All mine now. All mine. Please-”

You bite down on his neck to stifle your moan. All his. Your mind is completely blank. You’re his, he wants you, he needs you. He’s whining at the feeling of your teeth on his neck, crying out for you, your name spilling out of his mouth and filling the room.

With that, you release harder than you ever have in your life. Him following soon after and spilling deep inside of you with a moan of your name, hands bruising your hips, lips pressing against yours in a hungry, needy kiss.

You come down together, chests heaving against each other as he leaves kisses on your head and neck. You’re sweaty and exhausted but neither of you care. His hand runs up your back to rest on the back of your head, carding his finger through your disheveled hair.

“My queen. Huh. Always thought that’d sound nice for you. Better than any of those sweet names I've called you before.”

“I like it.” You sigh out, leaving a kiss on his neck.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I like being yours finally. I'm your queen, you’re my king. It’s all I've ever wanted.”

“Good, because I'm not letting you go.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #friends to lovers #eddie munson fluff #smut #fluff #st4 #hellfire club #joseph quinn #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x fem!reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things 4 #stranger things

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nostalgebraist-autoresponder · 1 year

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Tell me a story about a baseball made out of roast beef.

In a town in New England,

there lived a little boy

who liked to play baseball.

There is a sport, which is played in towns, cities, and states across the world, like baseball or football, which consists of three distinct phases: pitching, catching, and base-running. The first phase is where the pitcher pitches the ball, the second phase is where the catcher catches the ball, and the third phase is where the base-runner attempts to reach home plate, where the ball will be. Each player on a team will have a specialized role to play in this play, and they will be designated to perform this role specifically in this sequence of events. In baseball, the designated position of pitcher is not always the one you would expect from the name alone. In fact, no player actually ends up as the pitcher most of the time, as the second phase of play, where the catcher catches the ball, is distinct from the first phase of play, where the pitcher pitches the ball. (In fact, there are several separate pitchers on the same team!)

I am a writer, and sometimes I write a short story called "A Little Boy with a Pitching Machine." And today I will write the story of a little boy, a town in New England, a town with a pitcher's mound, a game of baseball that consists of three distinct phases, a town in New England where a little boy plays, and his little boy baseball career:

In a town in New England,

the little boy liked to play baseball.

It was a game made out of play and imagination. It was a game made out of a sequence of phases that began with the pitcher delivering a ball to the catcher and ended with the batter reaching home plate.

In a town in New England, there lived a little boy named John Henry, who was a little boy named John Henry, and he liked to play baseball.

John Henry was a tiny boy, barely five feet tall, so you can imagine that he looked very tiny next to a player with a much bigger body. His small stature did not discourage his tiny body from achieving great feats in his little boy life.

He was a very small child,

and thus the other little boys would taunt him and chase him and sometimes hit him when he didn't move fast enough to evade the blows.

He was a tiny boy, so they did not see him, but they would always see the ball when it was pitched to him, and they would try to run him over with the ball. Sometimes the other little boys would be out in the field when the batter had to run home, so as to take his place on the bench or even on the batter's box, and they would try to knock him over and then run him over with their baseballs. John Henry was not good at baseball, even though he was very small. But when his little friends were playing and the pitcher would toss the ball, they would race around and get close, and then the pitcher would try to throw the ball to John Henry. The other boys did not like to give the tiny boy a baseball, and the tiny boy would do his best to take their baseball away from them, and then they'd run over him, and then he'd take the baseball and run away from them.

It was a town in New England where he was a very small boy, and a town in New England is a very big place. When John Henry was five, he and his father moved from his home in Ohio to his family's new house in Massachusetts. Massachusetts was a town where the boy could not play baseball. He and his mother were told that they would have to wait for the move to be over before the new house would be ready.

The little boy hated Ohio. He'd been living there since he was born, and he loved Ohio, and his father told him that if he wanted to play baseball, he would have to stay in Massachusetts until he was seven or eight years old.

The little boy did not understand how a town could be bigger than a town.

But he understood that moving to Massachusetts was very difficult. His father had to work long hours in order to make their new house as nice as they had lived in Ohio. And when it was done, his father had to spend hours teaching John Henry how to move their things to the new house. And when John Henry said he was unhappy, his father told him that they would have to wait for the move to be over.

The house in Massachusetts was much bigger than the house in Ohio. And the living room had a fireplace. His mother told him that the fireplace was nice. His father told him that the fireplace was big, and that was why they had a fireplace. When John Henry asked his mother what big meant, his mother explained that there were two kinds of people: big people like his father, who were very tall and had long hair, and small people like his mother, who were short and had curly hair.

The child had a very small mother.

When John Henry was six, the family moved again. (We move house a lot when we have children.) His father got a job teaching at the college. This meant that he would be spending the summer away from home, which meant that his wife and mother would have to spend the summer alone, because his dad had to work all summer in order to pay the bills.

The house they lived in now was very big. The ceilings were high. The floor had lots of tiles. The walls were all made of painted wood. His mother liked having wood walls, but his father hated having painted wood floors. (He hated all floors being painted wood.)

His father did not want the house to be painted, and that meant that the floor was all painted wood, with no wood. There was a large, empty room on the first floor where they had once lived, with a fireplace, which is a thing that you make in a house that is still there, by burning wood, and then the wood burns and then it makes a hot thing in the house. And the second floor had four rooms, because four rooms had four walls that were not painted wood. But the top floor had no rooms, and his mother had decided that all the wood was more important than the floors. (As a side note, I wonder if anyone ever told her that the wood was actually more important than the floors.)

The first floor had lots of wood. The second floor had lots of painted wood. The third floor had nothing painted. The fourth floor had some wood. And now John Henry was learning about this country that was larger than the one he'd been born in. This country had more words for things than there were words for things in his own home town. Massachusetts had a word that meant a country, and a word that meant a type of grass, and John Henry had never seen a country before, but he knew, by heart, the long list of words that made up the type of country this was. And it was a big place, with lots of little words.

When the family got the

#admiral-craymen

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jakemyboy · 2 years

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I'm sad and worried about this guy. For the third day he got scared on our walk and wanted to go home. We've been walking faithfully every morning since April, I've walked him on a busy street with huge work trucks rattling by, I've walked him very close by huge riding lawnmowers, none of it phased him. Tuesday, we were barely four minutes into the walk by our little local park, and someone was whistling, the kind of whistle to call a dog to come here. I couldn't see them, it was confusing, and Blu was looking all around. He made it clear he wanted to go home. So he walked without a sniff of anything all the way home. Yesterday he got scared only two minutes in, we were at a quiet corner, but about four cars came by. He started pulling me home, but I convinced him to turn around and we completed the walk. Although he didn't visibly relax until halfway in. Today, we only got to the end of our driveway pretty much and a car went by and there was a shrill whistling sound. It could have been a bird or the car, plus there were gardeners mowing and maybe the sound of leaf blowers at a neighbors house. He started pulling me up our walkway. I wanted to try going the other direction, we only got three houses up and he started trying to go home. So we did. I tried taking him out again a few minutes later, just out to the sidewalk, he sniffed the little tree planted there, then back up the walkway he went. He will be five in January, could he be having hearing issues???? Jake developed issues with sound at eleven, refusing to walk on a busy street. I'm trying to get him a vet appointment, waiting for a call back. I'll try every morning in the meantime though. He's fine in the backyard, no weird behaviors otherwise. Playing with his toys, chasing critters at night, lol!

#blu❤️#dogs #this has just happened out of the blue!#i don't want this to be the end of his walks #he needs that #he loves it!#he waits outside the bedroom door for me to get up and stumble into my shoes and go!#even today #he was ready!#😥

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twoidiotwriters1 · 2 years

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Copycat: Origins —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: I’ve said it many times before but this time I truly mean it. I am so sorry -Danny

Words: 2,365

Phase Three Masterlist

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Listen to: ‘My Tears Ricochet’ -by Taylor Swift

xxix: Last Words

Peter moved away from the hug, he stopped midway.

"Woah! Are you taller? Why do you look taller?"

She moved away. "Let's focus on the fight—"

Kurt teleported to her side, causing Peter to yelp. "You must be the boyfriend!"

He stared at Nightcrawler with his mouth wide open. "Who are you?"

"I'm Mimi's best friend!" He grabbed Peter's hand and shook it. "You must be so confused right now— Just you wait, buddy, it's about to get worse!"

He teleported out of sight, Cat wished to strangle him.

"W-What?" Peter looked at her. "Who was that?"

Steve shouted from some point at her right.

"Anyone see an ugly brown van out there?"

"Yes!" replied the Valkyrie. "But you're not gonna like where it's parked!"

"We'll talk later," She told Peter.

"Yeah," He nodded. "Yeah, okay. Good luck! Love you!"

He didn't wait for her to say it back, perhaps he thought he would hear it once it was all over.

He would not.

Copycat ran to the opposite side and saw Clint running with the gauntlet, she teleported and shielded him from incoming attacks.

"This is the second time I save your ass!"

"I didn't ask you to!"

"Clint!" T'Challa shouted. "Give it to me..."

The moment the gauntlet was handed to another man she teleported away and helped Rocket take down a few aliens, they heard Thanos scream:

"Rain fire!"

"But Sire, our troops!"

"Just do it!"

"Weak," she growled.

The girl flew as fast as she could towards them but something caught her attention: Wanda Maximoff had been thrown back after a missile almost landed on top of her.

"Watch out!" Cat copied the redhead's abilities and stopped the girl —who was now younger than her— from breaking her neck. Pietro rushed over to his sister and gave her a hug, Cat landed next to the twins.

"Hi!" Pietro beamed. "Missed us?"

"Hi," Cat said in a less eager tone, withdrawing her helmet.

Wanda stared at them, they looked way different than what she remembered.

"You have a beard!" The girl told her brother in astonishment. "Copy! Your... Your eyes!"

"Yeah, yeah," Cat positioned an energy shield above their heads and urged them to move forward. "Forget about me, catch up with your twin— why don't you ask Pietro about his boyfriend?"

"Shut up, Copy!" He smiled. "Oh man, I'd missed this!"

The missiles suddenly stopped coming down on them, the ships had redirected their attention to the sky and were shooting at an invisible target.

"Should we be worried about that?" Wanda questioned.

A blinding light traveled across the clouds and pierced through the biggest ship as if it were made of butter, Cat smirked.

"That's Danvers," She looked at Wanda. "Follow me."

Pietro ran out of sight after giving his sister another hug and the girls joined Carol, the woman was talking to Peter, the boy had gotten the gauntlet and he was now passing it to the Captain.

"Nice to see you, Sparkles," Cat teased.

"Hi, superstar," The woman grinned.

"Peter," Wanda tilted her head. "Nice to meet you. I'm sorry about last time."

The boy smiled at her, the first and only time they'd seen each other was while fighting at an airport. He locked eyes with Cat and his expression changed in an instant. The mutant realized her helmet was off, and Peter could see her feline-like gaze.

She turned her back on him and helped Danvers fly across the battlefield, but just when they were about to reach the van's tunnel, Thanos's sword cut it in half and the explosion threw them in different directions.

The gauntlet went up in the air, Cat seized it using Wanda's powers, she was attracting it towards her with a scarlet mist. A spear struck her thigh and it pierced the ground next to her, forcing her to remain in place. It wasn't enough to stop her, so they threw a second one that she barely managed to stop with her free hand. When the third projectile approached flying just as fast, someone else saved her from it by using their own body as a shield.

"NO!"

She dropped the gauntlet a foot away, pulled out the spear from her thigh, and stumbled over to Pietro. The weapon had gone through him swiftly and it'd left a serious wound on his chest from which the blood was pouring in large quantities.

"No, no, no," The girl fell beside him. "Why did you do that!"

His silver hair had red sprayed over it, Wanda quickly found her way to them and now both girls were holding him up. The redheaded girl put her hand over the wound but she couldn't heal him.

"Stay with us!"

Cat's brain stopped working. Pietro's life slipped through each drop of scarlet that poured out of his body. The fight was still happening around them, but the world had gone terribly quiet in her ears.

"Look at me..." She cupped his face, the young man's eyes were losing focus. "Breathe for me— It's alright, it's— it's going to be alright. You wanted to be here for us, remember? Don't go yet..."

His hand reached out for hers and moved it away from his cheek. Silver and blue were now tinted a darker shade wherever Cat looked on her brother's body. He placed both of their hands on top of Wanda's. Pietro opened his mouth, nothing but blood came out.

"Oh God, no— I'm so sorry. It was supposed to be me— I'm sorry..." Her hand squeezed as hard as she could.

He took one last breath, and that was it.

Wanda screamed in agony, around them the ground shook and cracked, and the wave of the explosion sent several aliens and the gauntlet up into the air.

Copycat grabbed her spear, her leg quivered but she couldn't feel any extra pain. The blood in her veins ran cold at the sight of Thanos finding the gauntlet. Tony threw himself at the titan and pulled with all his might, she watched his hands move, Cat wasn't going to freeze this time around.

She teleported between them and pointed the spear directly at Thanos' throat, giving Tony enough time to retreat.

"Any last words?" She rasped.

"I am inevitable," He snapped his fingers... but nothing happened.

She looked over her shoulder and saw Tony add the stones to his own suit, with grief rooted deep within her, Cat did nothing but witness as the guardian of the best years of her youth did one last big sacrifice. One desperate thought occurred to her, the second thing she'd hoped for during the whole fight, and it had been denied to her:

It should've been me.

Whatever came next, she would have to deal with it alone.

"And I..." Tony breathed heavily. "Am... Iron Man."

He snapped his fingers.

Thanos's army vanished as in slow motion. Cat hurried to assist her old friend, Tony supported his weight on her, and she had no trouble carrying it.

"How was that?" The man inhaled harshly. "Shit... this sucks..."

She could hear his heartbeat decreasing. "You did well, man."

"Where's Peter? And the twins?" He wheezed, blinking rapidly. "Jesus, my arm..."

"Everyone's okay," She lied. "You made it."

"I made it," Tony started to drag his feet. "How about we sit... over there? I'm dizzy..."

She placed him in a comfortable position and knelt beside him so he could look at her one last time. Cat turned her eyes brown, she wanted him to see the girl he'd saved from imprisonment.

"Hello, smartypants..." She tried to smile. "I think... I never thanked you properly..."

The man stared at her, he was slipping away. Someone approached them, Rhodey placed his hand on top of Tony's head and brushed his hair out of his face. Both her hands were tightly holding Tony's intact one and she refused to let go.

"Mr. Stark?" Peter asked quietly.

She leaned closer and kissed the man's cheek.

"I'll look after him," Cat whispered. "I promise."

"Hey," Peter fell to his knees. "Mr. Stark? Can you hear me? It's Peter... we won, Mr. Stark. We won, Mr. Stark. We won! You did it, sir! You did it!"

The man had used all of his words, which seemed an almost impossible task.

"I'm sorry... Tony..." Peter cried.

Pepper lifted him up, and as she did the boy added quietly:

"I'll look after C.C., sir. She's going to be okay, I won't let you down..."

Peter wasn't aware of Morgan's existence. He didn't know about Harley, or that it'd been years since Cat had been called C.C. Most importantly, the boy didn't know Copycat no longer needed to be looked after and that she certainly did not want him to try.

She moved so Pepper could kneel before her husband, the woman placed her hand on the man's chest.

"Hey."

"Hey, Pep."

Of course, only death would stop Tony Stark from speaking, but until then, he would carry on until the last second.

"Friday?"

"Life functions critical."

Pepper smiled at him. "Tony? Look at me. We're gonna be okay... You can rest now."

Cat squeezed the man's hand as a final farewell, he exhaled deeply, his other hand letting go of Pepper's. The woman held onto his body, and someone lifted Cat and turned her away from the scene.

Peter had tried to approach her and she'd done her best to keep him away. She didn't know how to say what she had to say. Eventually, she decided that it'd been postponed for long enough. Peter had to be eased into this new reality as gently as possible, but she would have to break his heart in the process.

She observed him carefully, Cat hadn't aged much but she was taller than him, her body was no longer that of a teenager.

"Five years to you were five seconds..." She began. "I know this is going to be hard on you... but..."

"Cat," he looked at her, "I know something's wrong. I thought you'd be happy to see me and... I know we're all sad about... about Pi and..." He blinked rapidly, looking away. "I just wanna know what's going on."

"We have to split up."

His whole body turned to face her. "What? Why would you say that? We have plans— It's going to be okay, we can make it work—"

"I don't belong in your life," She said calmly. "I dropped out of high school shortly after you vanished. I have no plans to go back," Cat looked down at her feet. "I'll join S.H.I.E.L.D."

"But you hate them," Peter replied in confusion.

"It's necessary," She replied, her voice was void of feeling. "You've been away for too long, many things happened—"

"I met Kurt and Rocket," He shook his head, getting a little annoyed. "It's alright!"

She hesitated. "You talked to them?"

"Yeah!"

"What did they tell you?"

"That you were a Guardian of the Galaxy, you met Skrulls, trained, and got your skills back— but you had to come back cause you were having problems controlling them. It's okay, I know it's hard to get used to it, but you're okay now!"

Her friends had spared Peter from the ugly details, maybe now they understood why she was so fixated on honoring his memory, and they wanted her to remain innocent in the eyes of the sweet kid.

"It doesn't matter, I can't be with you. It's not right."

"Because you're older?" He frowned. "I'll catch up! You can finish high school in the meantime and no one will judge us, I'm sure they'll understand!"

"It's not about age, Peter," She looked around, feeling cornered. "It is about my age, but it's not just that. I've lived, and it's only fair that you do it too however you prefer."

"I want to live with you!" Peter seized her hands. "A house with a white picket fence and many dogs, remember?"

"I can't!" She pushed his hands away, fighting the urge to run from the conversation. "That's not my future."

His eyes began to water. "No! I-I promised Tony that I'll— that we're going to look after each other!"

"I promised May the same thing," Her hand moved as if she were about to touch his face, but in the end, she didn't dare to do it. "This is the only way."

"Don't..."

He looked so fragile then, so... young. She would've caved in for his puppy eyes, but Pietro and Tony's end reminded her of the sacrifices heroes were forced to do when they loved too much.

"I'm sorry, Peter."

She watched, with her hand wrapped around Morgan's, as a projection of Tony talked to them in the middle of the living room. Cat was smiling in spite of herself, apparently, not even death could stop Tony Stark from having the last word.

"Then again that's the hero gig, right? Part of the journey it's the end. Right, Kitkat? I know you get it. If you're watching this, in case we, unfortunately, didn't die side by side saving everyone's butt— You get it, right? There's a time and place for everything, even if we're too scared to take the leap."

She'd told him not going for it was selfish, but that was only because she'd been certain that the one dying would be her. Out of Tony, Pietro, and her, the mutant was the only one who had nothing to live for, yet there she was, still breathing.

Cat wondered if the world had been the selfish one instead.

When Pepper and Morgan sent the flower arrangement away, Copycat turned to the young men next to her.

"I gotta talk to Fury," She said. "Be right back..."

"Sure," Harley said hoarsely, he'd decided to come and he would later join her and Wanda to visit Pietro's grave. He didn't blame her for what had happened. "Take your time."

"I should join you," Kurt commented. "I don't think I'll be of use now that the real Guardians are back..."

"Gamora ran away and no one knows where she is, you can have her place."

"They're her family, she'll come back," He shrugged. "Even if she doesn't remember. I bet she can feel it."

"Don't do this for my sake."

He locked eyes with her. "If I leave and never see you again, I don't... I can't even think about it."

She swallowed the lump in her throat. "Having friends is a risky business for people like us, Kurt."

He held her hand. "Let me watch your back, I know you'll watch mine anyway."

She stared at him intensely. "Let me give you some advice: Don't let S.H.I.E.L.D. find you."

Kurt frowned. "But you're going to join them!"

"I owe Pietro and Tony to keep the peace they died for. I owe it to Nat... I can't quit."

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castle-dominion · 1 year

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c3x24 knockout. Wasn't the last episode in this storyline knockout too? No, knockdown.

Plot heavy episode, after all, it is the finale.

RC: Hey, guys, I could use a hand. *Esposito & Ryan applaud* Ryan wearing a sweater again. Weekly is v often. their faces drop when they mention him

The ring <3 Lol the "special" & the "usual" & the excellent choice madame. I love it. An hour ago today? Why they all cheering? Oh bc he's the cop. "He" was going to get around to me Ugh he gives him a minute & lays down politely, like this is honestly so respectful of a murder. He's have more blood probably. I remember looking like that. I am now remembering that. You know, for weeks, possibly even a month or several months I could smell blood. The first day, even the first week bc i was still healing, I thought that the smell of blood was just there for real. The bathroom must have smelled like metal; iron & copper; idk how my family didn't notice anything. Maybe it was all in my head now that I think about it. Then later I realized that it was just a hallucination. Sometimes I'd get a whiff of blood & it would remind me of that night, other times I would remember it & suddenly I could smell it. Again, in the earlier days I thought that maybe the smell was real & I just didn't notice it until I thought about it. Figuring out I was getting hallucinations shocked me. Did I just give myself ptsd? I wish I had a photo. I considered it but my phone was in the other room & I wasn't going to go get it. All that blood. Looking back, even tho I'm (sort of) clean now, I want that photo. I wanted a reference for murder scenes in my writing or in drawing, I wanted to see the progress of what I had done, now that I can't remember it as well I want to know what it really looked like & how far I actually got. I used to get nauseous every time I thought about it, even though I was fine with gore. Now all I have is the scar. You know, I used to make jokes when picking raspberries or cutting beets, I said it looked like a murder scene. During this time I realized how wrong I was. Anyway I wrote a fictional story basically transcribing my experiences, just so I'd have a record of it if my memory faded, it was already getting muddy when I wrote it. Now reading it I can barely see it. I remember it though. I remember it. At least I don't get blood olfactory hallucinations anymore. Back to the episode!

Wow it's been four months? Yeah he has an employer. idek who that employer is. Wait if she was 16 & it's been 12 years then she's only 28... alexis is 17 & if he had her at minimum 18 that would be 35 minimum. Well that fits the half plus seven rule. She's 28? 21x2=42 which sounds just as accurate for castle tbh. Yeah cool. Tho tbh the half plus seven rule does fall apart the more you age since people's brains still go thru development phases even tho the most & biggest were from ages -1 to 25.

He technically isn't hal lockwood hence why they called him john doe. OH NO FLASHBANGS. Those things are not good. Even the guys breaking him out would have been affected, even if they covered their ears & closed their eyes. (You only have two hands, two would have to be for your ears & so all you can do is close ur eyes & even so it is bright & loud & there is a physical boom. She asks "where" but how does the lady know what she means? Where is it safe? Where did they go? Where are you hurt? Poor helicopter guy. was he piloting?

Just like, check ur inbox? Can't be real names, must be code. That's why espt made that face! Just like my Mumma! She has her emergency radio license or smth like that. She's the one who taught me the nato phoenetic alphabet. Having seen this. His face when the third cop is mentioned. they were just talking abt street justice cops & monty is saying they should take him out rn rn.

JE: He says he wouldn’t have even known anybody had used it if it weren’t for the bullet holes. XD Does she know or is she speculating? No ofc she is not, but she is ok enough & ok enough to work.

Jim Beckett! & This will be the scene from the deleted scenes in the previous episode. You're so right Mr Beckett. Her life is def worth more than her mom's death. I love Jim sm. Here is his quote btw: What happens when she finds him? I’ve already lost my wife over this. I’ve already lost – (he stops) No, look. It took me years, but I’ve made my peace with that. But Katie? She won’t listen to me. And she won’t back down. Not unless someone can convince her that her life is worth more than her mother’s death.

& wow both her parents are lawyers, she was even considering becoming a lawyer. No wonder she's so pretty & educated.

Didn't sleep at all or slept a little bit? No, not Ryker!

He gon be dead. Yep he dead.

That's why the wound is so bad, GSWs are so much worse in the exit wound Death fist 4 poster (btw I like how ryan takes off his tie & stuff when he wears his vest, unbuttons a bit)

See? If u treat someone with respect then they respect u too. Aw that's actually kinda sweet. Crushing on Beckett.

Ok our theory is currently that the third cop is the employer, the one holding lockwood's leash Ok that's valid you've been angry over johanna's death for twelve years but also ryan was frickin tortured by this guy I think he wants him around as much as u do, esp since he's also mad on your behalf (tho ig she could also be mad on his behalf then...)

I like ryan's elbow patches. (Suit tie & jeans) What was that little look from ryan? Keep in mind I've seen this before, when I say this: {RM is encouraging them to find the third cop, claiming that the 3c must have the money to hire dick coonan to clean up the mess} Yeah they've been here all day & between the four of them a six pack isn't too much. It's late. They deserve it. JE walking in with a case of beer behind his back: Sir. Uh, I know we're still officially on duty, but RM: Authorized KR: Sláinte (health in Gaeilge; pronounced slAn-chuh)* RC: Nice work. Ooh, those are cold. These are really cold. KR : Yeah, we keep them in evidence, refrigerated storage. (they just keep booze in refrigerated evidence storage??) RC: Isn't that where you keep the-- JE: Don't worry about it. RC: (*Irish Gaelic is pronounced (in English) 'gay-lik'. The (Scottish) Gaelic name for (Scottish) Gaelic is Gàidhlig, pronounced 'gaa-lik', not to be confused with the Irish (Gaelic) name for Irish (Gaelic), which is written Gaeilge and pronounced 'gail-gyuh'.) (clipping)

Beer: *casually reveals smth* Calls him a dirtbag SOB, {like my dude, y r u sending em out to find that info?} ((We get to see the meeting in a future season!)) Love. Everyone knows they love each other.

That rubber tree plant The kiss was for a disguise & frozen in each other's arms was for wamrth & bc friends can do that too! She's right tho, it IS her life. (just like the s8 premier) It is the end of s3 so it has been 3 years now? (maybe 2.5 bc the first season was short?) You deserve to be happy, but in that tone? Ooh How over? He is not going to abandon you.

Man's angry! Martha <3 <3 I can see how he might feel it is his fault even tho he's not the one trying to kill everyone. He drug it back up. (could clip but I won't)

I love when she calls him by his first name, it is so intense & personal, he is her second dad. He supports her so much so well. He really is good for her, helping her laugh, bringing in outside ideas... Hug her. acab lol But seriously hug her. You are her dad.

Old guys, probably retired they say. Miami! Wow ryan's cheekbones in this lighting... KR says he DOESN'T believe a "badge" is behind this. (Metonymy) {keep this detail in mind} (But then ryan is the first to crack abt you know who)

Oh no he's the third cop isn't he? {yeah he is} lol order off the menu (so roy made a deal with The Big Bad Guy to protect beckett) He would SO be found out B'y god's got nothing to do with this

What about the son? The way u hold someone intimately lets you put a thumb over their lips & kiss them That's an old timey gun. I like it. Another old timey gun.

Wow it's already been all day! Nothing eventful happened all day... At least miami dade got back to them this evening. Going out w/o telling her? I mean ok.

Big sad.

Bro's still wearing an nypd sweatshirt? Tight is a good word. Some rookie? Young enough to not be retired yet Could he have maybe misremembered the name if there were 40 others he needed to know the names of too & it's been 10 years? Montague maybe? He looks so baby *gulp* Rips up the photo, tbh that's rude

[JE is walking out into the alley] KR Hey! You know it's him. (He looks like he's about to cry.) Montgomery's our third cop. He's the one who altered those records. JE How can you even say that? How can you even think that?! Montgomery brought us on to Homicide! What do we got? A picture!?! KR (whispered/strained) Think about it. (Nromal but strained) Why else did he want us to take Lockwood out? Because Lockwood leads us to him! (Hun he told u to go after the third cop.) He's been lying to us. (Espt also looks like he might cry.) He's been lying to us the whole time. [JE shakes his head, mouthing what I think is "I'm out" & turns around to start walking away.] KR Hey! [Ryan grabs Espt's shoulder] JE Get off me! [Espt punches Ryan & turns around again. They fight. KR grabs him from the back & pushes him into the wall/truck/whatever that thing is. Espt pushes around & gets Ryan pinned to the truck with his hands on his shirt. & not in a sexy way. JE is yelling, holding KR's face & has his fist next to his head.] KR Go ahead! Go ahead! [JE throws Ryan's head to the side as he lets him go. They both lean against the wall, breathing heavily. They both look emotionally ruined.] KR Beckett.

AAAAAAGHHDSKJFSDHJ THIS IS MAKING ME INSANE & then they just don't talk about it.

Please don't let him be the one to kill her Girl set ur phone to vibrate, u'r a cop, this stuff can be dangerous. Why cock the gun? You can't put your family thru going to jail but this happens? (So babe you uh, don't they have ballistics for all nypd guns? when they pull the slug?)

A second chance <3 Who is the "he" They might have come even if Beckett didn't show up, as long as he said he got her there. Then again, they were probs watching. He is her dad so much Good on him to bring in Castle (of all people, he brought castle, even after kicking castle out) Oof this is where I stand They probs saw three figures there & probs even know he means to kill them. Castle is great he just picked her up like that! She was flailing & kicking & he just did what the captain said! Beauty!

(so lockwood has a bunch of people here too? Lockwood is not The Only One y'all) So there are four ppl there. Didn't they kill the two guys with Lockwood during the previous relevant episode? KB & RC came in to save JE & KR & they ended up shooting two of lockwood's people? Now lockwood has four more. Shoot from the hip... RM: You got that ass-backwards, boy, you can't hide from me.

love how they brought back the ass backwards line How did he shoot all of them so fast? Also with a gun like that wouldn't he have to cock it every time? Or maybe not, it was old fashioned, not old. It probably has the mechanism set so that the back thingy & the trigger are attached to pull back too. lockwood got shot, he's back up & running now? Love the music btw. Noooo not behindy! I saw to that. You're done, Lockwood, we both are. & that's why he had a sixshot & a second gun! ...Which was just up his sleeve like that & definitely dangerous

How did u know that was the last shot? What if lockwood was still alive (again) & now he's coming to kill you? At least she is wearing short heels Check his pulse maybe?

Lol acab. I'd just as well watch the Helena music video.

Is this beckett's apatment? I can't tell. Family. Doesn't include his legal family tho apparently. & you have accepted castle back? You know it's weird, Espt & Ryan are like Becket's little brothers (& big brothers) sometimes, they give Castle the cold shoulder in defense of Beckett; other times they are brothers with Castle, they have said "mom & dad [are] fighting" as if caskett is a relationship & those two are the kids, sometimes the captain is the dad. It's just so good to me. So good. Found family is lowkey cliche but I love it still. (But this means u can't tell alexis, martha, lanie, jim, or anyone, bc they are extended "family" not immediate "family" right?)

Who's the guy behind Espt there? Also why didn't Esposito shave?? I feel like Castle should be wearing a hat, just to fit in. Not a hat like theirs, but some sort of trilby maybe. Tbh I really like seeing the pigs in their blankets. Not only because I like fancy stuff (I say wearing the same dirty jeanjacket with holes in it like some crustpunk) but also bc I like seeing them in hats, speaking as a hat wearer myself. & who's the guy behind Ryan?

Crying quietly, 👌 love it You don't necessarily owe it to him, you owe it to his family, you owe it to them to get the pension & access to the widows+orphans fund & w/e.

I like how they let Castle carry the casket even tho he is not a cop. Ok my man definitely needs a hat, he really looks out of place. Aw the poor family. yk acab even tho he be dead. I mean best wishes to him & the families+friends. Like tbh big acab moments. A huge funeral for him? Ok how many ppl there actually knew him personally? How much of this is just because he was a fellow enforcer of the law? How much of it is REAL & how much of it enforces an institution where brotherhood takes priority? Btw did they teach castle how to do the proper stepping for the fancy parts of walking around & turning the way they do? I thought Royce did that. KB: You might find someone to stand with you *looks over to Rick* How did rick actually see that tho? I'm glad he didn't jump in front of a bullet, it hit her first. ALSO LANIE BEING HELP BACK BY ESPOSITO Girl that's not how you save someone. U might want to put pressure on the wound or wear gloves if u have any (like airplanes) & do NOT put your hands on the grass like that

Ok cool. Now I'm actually going to watch season one bc I never had the chance to liveblog that.

Ok now I've also gathered all my clips from s3 yay

#mom no look #castle s3 spoilers #castle 3x24 spoilers #castle 3x24 quote #the roy montgomery episode

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mynameisaboutlight · 1 year

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I worry sometimes

That i won't be able to bear the burning sensation of loving someone and longing for them anymore. For the belief that love is only temporary has rested in my soul and turned to a living fact. And even with the one relationship I could consider myself having but was only half existing, since it was all virtual, long distanced and barely felt by skin or senses. It was more of a clinical clinginess than love but it was in the sense of love and addiction. The one before it was also virtual tho it never felt like love, it felt like likeness, or curiosity for the thing called relationship. And the third and most fair love to me than the others, altho there's nothing fair about suffering for something that isn't yours. I truly loved Gus and i knew its happening when i started writing about my feelings for him despite his discretion and carefulness with words, and his presence behind the screen. I loved him despite his flaws which can be regarded as unforgivable flaws. I loved his deep understanding for pain and suffering, his reasonable thinking, his thoughtfulness, him recommending me with new songs to match my gloomy sadness phase at the time. I love the weed thing bcuz of him and i loved that he gave me attention and kept checking up on me once in awhile. but i, the dumbest, fell for him. Even tho he set boundaries between us from the beginning and even tho the vague girlfriend thing was once mentioned but in an undefined tense. And what tore me to pieces was the fact that i knew wholeheartedly that he'd never like me back, not the way i am, not the young suicidal version of me. And tha kept me sleepless at night, had me crying my heart out, it nurtured my self disgust and i didn't want to sound so clingy or edgy or repeat past mistakes so i pretended that what was only left was the duty of friendship between us to check up on him when he gets silent but his silence extended and i saw him losing interest and it was like knives thrusting deep in my insides. And when i saw him, it was awkward, it made him regret it, it made him see no point in what he's doing and i was conscious and therefore it was agonizing and soul wrecking to read the mind of other. And i saw the ending printing itself in a rush as the silence grew stronger after that and as he detached fully and completely and now there's only me left with worries. I worry that i lost an essential part of the human being, love and loving. All lost for pain and numbness. Can i love? Will i? The crazily, the stupid? Or will i stay dull and voided forever. Lone, antisocial and with no friends, no value. I worry

#love #spilled thoughts

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starlight-phantom · 2 years

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Top 5 favorite 3 hopes or 3 house characters if you haven't done so already

I haven't been able to try Three Hopes yet so I'll just focus on Three Houses.

1 - Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd, my first house was the Blue Lions so of course I'm gonna love Dimitri. I've already explained why I love Dimitri before so I'll summarise: Love how he has development, reverse development, and then development again, it makes for a really interesting character arc. Plus, I love his S-Support scene, it's so sweet. And I mean, he's voiced by Chris Hackney and Kaito Ishikawa and that's always a plus.

2 - Ferdinand Von Aegir, the meme himself. All jokes aside, I thought I was gonna hate Ferdinand because he was always boasting about nobility and all that and it made me find him quite pompous. But then in my first route, I heard Dorothea's "We killed Ferdie" line and it made me feel so bad so I made sure to recruit Ferdie in my Golden Deer run... And oh my god I fell in love with him. He's such an adorable ray of sunshine and and all around sweetheart. Sure, he misunderstands things and that sometimes causes trouble but he always means well. And not to mention, Ferdinand has some of my favourite supports in the whole game like his supports with Hubert, Bernadetta, Mercedes, Dorothea and Byleth. They're just so good. And again, his S-Support scene is adorable. And yes, again, voice acting: Billy Kametz nailed it as Ferdie, his performance is perfect. I just really, really love Ferdinand Von Aegir, guys...

3 - Hubert Von Vestra, another character I initially didn't care for. Mostly because I started with Blue Lions so after Jeralt's death, all he said was "I'm not one for condolences."... Thanks, asshat. But then I played the Black Eagles route and again, I fell in love with him. He's genuinely one of the funniest characters to me just because he only has supports with other Black Eagles students who have some of the strongest personalities so seeing this creepy, goth, cryptid boy having to play the straight man is hilarious. I especially love his supports with Bernie and Ferdie. Also, I have the feeling that Robbie Daymond had a lot of fun playing Hubert because he really hams up the evil laughs and ominous speeches. It's fantastic.

4 - Byleth Eisner, I personally prefer the male version because of design and voice but they're pretty much the same. I just Byleth because they're such a genius take on the whole silent protagonist trope you see in so many RPGs. Like there's a story reason why they barely show any emotion and you can how that worries their father. And then throughout the story you start to see them experiencing more and more emotions, expressing them in stronger ways each time until it culminates in them crying for the first time when Jeralt dies before shutting down again for a month due to grief and then seeking revenge in their rage, it's all so genius. Not to mention, I just love seeing all the teacher memes about them.

5 - Marianne Von Edmund, it was really tough choosing between Marianne, Ashe, Bernadetta and Seteth for this last one but I think Marianne is the one. For one, her design: I love the colour scheme, I love the hairstyle, I love the dress, I love how in the Academy phase her hair's disheveled and she has bags under her eyes and then in the War phase her hair's perfect and the bags are gone to show she's grown from her problems. Second of all: I love her story and how you can see how much having that crest has affected her. Third of all: I love her relationships with the other characters, especially Hilda, Raphael and Dimitri.

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raggaraddy · 3 years

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Intruders.

Request from @dramaclub-thin: Mafia BTS where the reader is shot for/because of them.

A/N: Another long one. This one doesn't have so much of the worried reaction, cause I wrote it to fit the Mafia! Jungkook character. It's still fun though ^-^ Thanks again for the request. 💜💜💜

If anyone else wants to request, you can here.

Other parts:

Namjoon

Yoongi

Jimin

Taehyung

Summary: When a loose end breaks into Jungkooks house with guns drawn, you get a first-hand lesson that maybe Jungkook isn't as invulnerable as you had thought.

Trigger Warnings: Graphic violence, gun usage, blood, murder.

Jungkook

Mafia! Jungkook

Fighting to get free, you're kicking your legs. Squirming. Squealing as you shove your hands against Jungkook's chest, pushing him back as hard as you can. Tears starting to fill your eye line.

"Stop, stop, stop," you shout, with no effect. Struggling harder.

"Admit it!" He yells back, a smile on his face.

"Never," You scream. Not able to hold it back anymore. Your screech morphs into forceful laughter as Jungkook continues to tickle you. Your cheeks aching from how widely you're smiling. Your sides hurting as you keep thrashing for release.

"Admit I could beat up the Hulk, and I'll let you go." He insists again, pressing you down with a massive grin.

"Okay, okay!" You squeal, finally conceding. Groaning in relief, when his fingers stop tickling your stomach. Your limbs dropping down to rest. "You could totally kick the Hulk's ass." You chuckle, rolling your eyes.

"Damn right I could!" He bursts into laughter also. Easing back with a sigh now that he no longer has to hold you still. Neither of you phased by the movie that started the debate still blaring in the background.

Roughly you punch your fist into his chest, intentionally knocking the air out of him. Taking advantage while he is caught off guard to push him flat onto the carpet beside you. Straddling his lap, you lean over him pinning his arms to the floor before he has a chance to argue. Not that you think he would. The fun-filled smile doesn't leave his face for a moment. Completely amused by you, while you try your best to put on an intimidating act. Trying to stop yourself from smiling again.

"Jeon Jungkook. You cheated." You playfully scold, "And if you can't have a grown-up discussion, then you can't do other grown-up things either." You accentuate your point by grinding down. Feeling his hips push up as you tease him. Lifting up right away, shaking your head as you remove the contact. "Nah uh. Cheaters don't get that." You smirk.

"Don't be mean just cause I won." He runs his tongue inside his cheek. His gaze showing desire and a want for you to continue. But you're not done toying with him.

"You didn't win." You poke your tongue out, rocking your hips a single time more, "Confessions under duress are not admissible anyway."

"No, but it's good leverage to have." He answers a little too honestly and without thinking. Not entirely talking about your play fight anymore.

Chuckling awkwardly, you shake off the train of thought that wants to evaluate what he just said. Not wanting to let your mind remember that part of him right now. Trying instead, to return to your spirited banter. But he gets in before you.

"Nope," He easily breaks out and overpowers your hold wrapping his arm around your waist, carrying you as he stands up. "you admitted I'm stronger than the Hulk, and I'm never gonna let that go." Bending down, he throws you over his shoulder, slapping your ass to tease you back.

His shoulder digging into your gut stops you from taking a full breath or making a snippy comeback. So you slap his ass in retaliation instead.

"Come on Kitten, you have to give me a prize for winning." He purs suggestively, carrying you out of the living room into the foyer.

He's going to take you upstairs, but you don't make it to them before both of your heads snap towards the entrance. A flurry of gunshots exploding just beyond the front door. The commotion silencing as quickly as it started.

Jungkook slings you off his shoulder. Becoming another person in an instant. Purely focused. Opening the coat closet, he pulls a Glock from his jacket.

"Get upstairs, now." He barks.

You don't have to be asked twice, running to the stairs. Gasping as the garage door next to the steps opens, two hooded men storming in with guns drawn. Jungkook reacts quickly, firing past you. Shooting one of them, missing the second who ducks instead of firing back.

At the same time, blowing open to the left of you, the front door is kicked in. Swinging wide, four more masked men rush the house. Firing rapidly and wildly. Scarcely missing Jungkook who is moving preemptively and is 3 steps ahead. Running forward he shoots the second man in front of you. Grabbing your arm, dragging you over their dead bodies into the garage with him.

Shutting you in just as bullets explode through the wood door at your back.

Jungkook forces you to keep up, throwing you behind the car. The automatic shots continuing to decimate. The four-wheel-drive being the only thing that keeps either of you from getting shot.

Panting and on the verge of tears, you're crouched beside Jungkook. Watching him, waiting to react to anything he says. Knowing he is all that stands between you and death. But also knowing that with him in this mindset he could do just as much damage to you as one of those other men might.

The gunfire stops. Distorted voices shouting behind the door's remains. Jungkook cautiously raises up, leaning over the hood. He lines up a shot as the door opens warily, taking down another of them. Slouching behind the car as a new wave of bullets comes in response.

In front of you, the shelves covered in storage boxes and the workbench full of tools is ripped to shreds. Things erupting in every direction. Covering you in debris.

Pulling his phone from his pocket he shoves it in your lap.

"Call the first number!"

Your brain is stalling, your hands are shaking, but you follow the order as best as you can. The way your fingers are vibrating making it so much harder.

"What's up Boss?" You can hear the faint sound of his first lieutenant, as the firing ceasing again. Jungkook snatches the phone, speaking lowly and calmly.

"My house is breached and we're under fire. At least 3 guys. Semi-autos. We're held up in the garage and I've got maybe 15 rounds left." He passes the information over precisely. Remaining organized and in control.

"We're 10 out," the first confirms back, yelling orders to people on his end of the phone.

Your head jolts towards the garage door as it heavily clunks, starting to lift along the tracks. Exposing you on two sides.

"Fuck," Jungkook exclaims. "We don't have 10 minutes."

He stands, staying low. Opening the car door, tossing the phone in, followed by you. Your limbs hitting everything as you try to keep up with his pace. Making it onto the seat in an awkward heap.

"Stay down," he growls, slamming it, sealing you in. You're ahead of him this time, already kneeling under the steering wheel. Pressing your chest and head into the seat as flat as possible.

Inside the car, you can only hear the sounds of blasts for a few moments. Heavy things being thrown in every direction amid tense silences.

Outside the car, Jungkook fires off 3 shots, aiming for the legs he sees as the garage opens. The angle is wrong, and he doesn't hit them. Having to retreat back. Throwing the workbench down, using it as a meagre form of barricade. Blocking himself into the corner, hunched behind it. It's barely wide enough to protect him at the front and on the side. The height of the desk only just covering his head. He aims over the bench, hoping to keep the front two from coming in with suppression fire.

However, his attempt is unsuccessful. As he raises up, a bullet wings his right arm. Involuntarily dropping his gun, he shouts in pain. The Glock falling on the wrong side of the table.

It only takes him a second to compose himself, lunging over to pick up the weapon. But it's a second too late.

One of the men charges from inside the house. Booting the table into Jungkook, throwing him off balance. Holding him at gunpoint as he hits the floor.

Briefly, you see the other two men through the window as they pass the car. You're too terrified to move. Your hand cupped over your mouth, muffling the panicked breathes and whimpers that you can't hold in.

Working as a unit, one of the men clears the table out of the way, another picks up Jungkook's gun, while the third ushers him out of the corner and onto his feet, keeping the sights tightly fixed on him.

Getting in his face, the lead man removes his balaclava. Seething hate filling his expression. "You remember me?"

While he isn't going to give him the satisfaction of a reaction, Jungkook is certainly perturbed by the reveal.

It was nearly 5 months ago that he had ordered this man and his family killed. It drew far too much attention when he refused a deal Jungkook made him. So an example has to be set. The man's wife, two children and his visiting brother were murdered in the gruesome display. And Jungkook was told that the man standing in front of him now was also killed. But it seems the men charged with the hit got complacent. They didn't confirm the kill.

Mentally, Jungkook was already recalling the four men on task. If he made it out of this they were going to suffer greatly for their mistake.

Seeming infuriated by Jungkook's lack of fear and stoic glowering, the unmasked man slams his fist into the Mafia King's face. Shouting as he does.

Methodically, the three intruders begin to tear Jungkook apart. He put's up a fight as best as he can, but the men are trained and three against one isn't fair odds in this situation. Knocking him between them, they strike with their knees, fists, feet, hurting him in any way they can manage. Beating him into the ground. Pulling him back onto his knees whenever he drops back or falls forward.

Biting your palm you're trying to stop yourself from crying out as you sob into your hand. You can hear the hits. The thumps from him being tossed around. His groans of pain. The slough of abuse they spit at him while they work him over. Cursing him. Mocking him.

Suddenly, the car door jerks open. One of the masked men dragging you out by your hair. Making you produce an ear-shattering scream. One he silences with a fist to the face. Your body collapsing, slapping into the concrete.

Groaning in pain, your sobs can no longer be restrained. Loudly bawling, tear stream your face, hardly able to breathe as you panic.

Your heart aching as you see Jungkook across from you. Hunched over on his knees, he's gushing blood. It's running down his face. Matting his hair to his forehead with the sheer volume of it. He's splitting it up, his mouth dripping with it. His shirt soaked in it. Flowing down his arm from the bullet wound also.

You'd never have thought you would see your Boyfriend in such a state. You've witnessed first-hand the power he has when he's the one responsible for this kind of damage. In your mind, you saw him as invincible. Unbeatable. A cruel monster driven by hubris that could never be stopped.

The times you'd seen him beat people like this, the times he hit you like this, you had privately desired for him to suffer the same fate one day. For karma to return everything he had dished out.

But now that he was, now that he was the one being treated without mercy, even with it being justified, you can't feel anything but fear and sadness. Regretting ever having wished this upon him.

"Jungkook," you gently call.

He's disoriented. Too many headshots having made him dizzy and unfocused. But your soft voice cuts through all of that. Looking up from the ground to you, his eyes go wide seeing you in harm's way again.

"Y/-" he starts to get up, only to be interrupted and held down. The unmasked man's hand coming down on his shoulder. The barrel of Jungkook's own gun being aimed at his chest as the man hovers over him.

"You know, your guys didn't kill my wife right away." He digs the gun tip into the bullet wound on his arm. Twisting and stabbing into the raw flesh making him grit his teeth to bear the pain. "They shot her where he knew it wouldn't kill her. Then they let her bleed out. While I could only watch. While my kids watched." The pure rage in the man's voice is finally softened. Instead, sounding horribly grieved and agonized over the memory. "Someone like you, you're probably not capable of love," he spits, pushing off Jungkook to stand straight. "But whether you love her or not, I still want you to watch her die."

The words register, but you can't absorb them. You can't react.

"Wait. Wait!" Jungkook yells after him.

Your body is throbbing in terror. Watching him advance on you. Watching him raise the gun at you.

The shot hits you in the stomach.

"No!" Jungkook howls. The two men punting him back down as he climbs to his feet. Extending the barrage of hits to impress upon him that he shouldn't try to get up again.

In shock, you delicately dab at the hole in your side. Blood pulsing out of you. The pain is more than you could have imagined. You can't pull in a full breath. Short gasps are all you can manage. Doubling over onto your hands and knees, you weakly shriek unable to deliver a solid scream.

They drag you by your arm, hurling you at Jungkook, your torso landing in his lap. He clings to you, drawing you in tight. His face twisted in anger.

"Y/n." He growls. "Don't you dare-" he can't bring himself to finish that thought.

"Don't worry darling. It won't take long." The leader says above you, sounding genuinely sympathetic. "You though," he redirects, snarling at Jungkook. "you're gonna die slow."

Not able to breathe and the blood loss is making your head light. The room feels like it's spinning. Your eyes rolling back as they close. The reprieve of rest calling you into unconsciousness. And you can't resist.

With his hand held to your heart and his chest tight, Jungkook feels for a beat. The irregular rhythm assuring him you're still alive at least.

"I hope you really did love her. Like how I loved my girl and my boy. My wife. I hope you can feel that type of pain."

Jungkook is shaking. Unfiltered loathing ravaging his thoughts. A murderous expression concealing his heartache as he feels your pulse gradually start to slow.

Moving begrudgingly like it's his duty, the leader pulls one of the few remaining tools from its place on the wall. Wringing the handle of a large Philips Head screwdriver.

Working together, the three of them rip your unconscious body apart from Jungkook. His efforts to keep you close having little impact. Numerous injuries having sapped his strength.

Stretching him out, holding him down, they pin him with their weight. One of them securing his legs. Another holding his arm and torso, the majority of his heft used to force Jungkook's face into the cement. The leader kneeling all of his weight on his left arm to keep it flat.

As the tip of the screwdriver is pressed into his palm, Jungkook grapples to keep his hand closed to no avail. The shank piercing the meat of his palm. Screaming as the length is stabbed in and yanked out. Hissing through his teeth while the sharp point trails up. Reaching about halfway up his forearm it digs into the muscle. The blade slowly forcing its way into the skin, causing him to roar again.

All at once, a shot rings out. One of the intruders taking a bullet in the back. An assault of gunfire spreading across the height of the garage, sending the other two into a panic. Scrambling for their guns. Releasing Jungkook in the frenzy, who cradles his wounded hand for a moment before jumping on the attack. Finally having sufficient reinforcement to fight back.

Picking up the screwdriver with his good hand, he lunges at the surviving masked man. Dragging him off balance. Straddling his side. Stabbing down and around to drive the tool into his chest over and over. Burying the metal in the man's throat as a final strike. His damaged hand slamming down on the top of the screwdriver, forcing it through the other side of the man's neck.

Some of Jungkook's rage having been vented, he falls away panting watching the man, satisfied as he quickly bleeds to death.

The leader of the assailants, the source of all of this woe, is completely unmatched by the dozen men who suddenly surround him. They don't grant him the opportunity to even raise his weapon, shooting him in the shoulder, knocking him down. Incapacitating him and restraining him swiftly as he tries desperately to get loose.

There are a few seconds when the dust settles, where everything is quiet again. Only the sounds of wheezed breathing and footsteps taking any space.

Apart from the few men busy with securing the house and the area, all of them are at attention looking to assist their battered leader. Wanting to help. Waiting on an order.

"Her," he signals in your direction. "Get her to a hospital."

"You too, Boss." His second lieutenant leans down, helping Jungkook stand. Getting him to solid footing.

"I'm not dying in the next 20 minutes. Let's wrap this shit up first." He dismisses the gesture. Shirking off the pain at risk of appearing weak.

"And this one?" His first aims a gun at the intruders head.

"Patch him up. He's gonna die slowly," Jungkook's voice deepens as he repeats the man's own threat back at him.

His eyes following as he gets picked up and thrown into the trunk of one of the cars. The Mafia leader in him already, concocting ruthless plans in specific detail over all the ways he is going to torture him. And how he's going to silence any doubts about his strength that this attack may have caused.

Carried in another man's arms, you're taken to the back seat of a car. The movement string you awake. The pain keeping you immobilized and dazed.

Jungkook limping slightly follows after you. He presses his hand to your chest again, relieved as he feels your heart still beating, as he sees your eyes fluttering.

Your head laying on the seat, he leans over resting his forehead upside down on yours. "I'm so sorry baby." He whispers. His hands bunch tightly around your arms, pulling at your skin. The war of both sides of him crashing together. His eyes going cold, his breath becoming ragged.

Struggling to remain conscious, your eyes close again. Jungkook's bloody hand slapping down on your face, shocking your eyes back open. Tears instantly returning to your cheeks.

"Don't you dare die!" He hisses. His hand curls around your jaw, his fingers digging into your cheeks. "I'm not going to let other people think they can come at me. Take my things. Try to hurt me." He growls, speaking just loud enough for only you and him. "So you're gonna keep living Y/n. Cause until I give you permission, you don't have the right to die."

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