#and we've held entire discussions about this shit

[garricks4thwingqueen]

Always Yours: Part 2

Liam and Raelynn spend their last night together in their foster home. No Major trigger warnings besides swearing and slight and NSFW

    Part 2 

                                              Raelynn’s POV

Word Count: 1126

     “Liam.” I giggled softly as he bit at the nap of my neck, before getting up. The spot that he knew all too well can do so much damage to me. He took our letters and quills, putting his in the bottom of my rucksack and mine in the bottom of his. Hopefully where they'll stay for eternity untouched. “What did you write about?” He asked, getting back in bed and crawling on top of me, nuzzling his head under my chin. “And I thought we weren’t going to discuss the details Mairi.” “Hmm that was until I wiped a tear from your cheek.” I sighed. “There was something; Something that I hope would not be the first time you knew or saw it.” “Oh.” he questioned letting one hand wander until it rested on my clit, rubbing light circles. “There may have been something similar in mine also.”  He breathed out after pulling on my nipple with his teeth. “Is that so?” I questioned looking up into his blue eyes and running my tongue across his lower lip. “Ok on the count of three we both say what that thing was.” He said in a low voice that was starting to get a little raspy. “Liam James Mairi.” I said ever so quietly. “Raelynn Ember Riorson.” He breathed out in a quiet whisper, his frame towering over mine, his lower half starting to push slightly against mine. We took that as our count of three more like fifteen now: “I love you.” We both breathed out with a sigh of relief as his lips aggressively found mine. We paused for a breath of air; Liam resting his head on my bare chest as I pulled him closer to me as if that was even possible as I rested my chin on his head. “Li.” I breathed out quietly after I placed a kiss on his soft blonde hair. “Yeah baby?” He responded as he flipped us around ever so gracefully so that my head was now buried into his chest. Good I thought to myself at least I can try and hold my tears back so he can't see them. “No sweets this time?” I giggled as that was his usual name for me or something to do with it anyways. “Hmm. You're officially mine now soooo, I figured it was fitting. Raes, what's wrong?” he said softly lifting my chin up again wiping my tears away probably for the 5th time tonight. “Can't we just stay here or run somewhere entirely different? Rather than face what we have to face tomorrow? I'm scared as hell Li, I'm scared of not making it across, I'm scared of losing you and making it across and it's only the beginning.” “Raelynn, I'm scared too baby girl. It's going to be ok and we get to see everyone again. We've got this my love.” “Don't let go of me.” I breathed out barely above a whisper, tracing the lines of his rebellion Relic. “Never. I never would even dream of it. And as much as I'd like to fuck you again right now it's also almost 1:00 am and we both need our rest for tomorrow. You know your brother would beat the shit out of me if he thought I wasn't taking care of you properly.” I chuckled softly as Liam adjusted ourselves in the way we always feel asleep every night. He was a side sleeper so he always propped himself on his right side just enough so that I could still lay my head on his chest. Our legs also interconnected each other's, Liam wrapping one arm behind me instead of the usual two tonight the other held on to my hand as his thumb moved ever so slightly over the back of it. “I love you, Liam James.” I said reaching up and placing a soft kiss on his lips; which he returned with a little bit of playfulness. “Goodnight Love, I'm glad you're mine now. Well officially, I love you.” He whispered and added “It's going to be ok I promise.”

                                                        Liam’s POV

 I Looked down and smiled as I noticed my girl had already fallen asleep. I placed a soft kiss on the top of her head, praying to Malek that he doesn’t take either of us tomorrow. Even though I had to be strong for both of us, Rae  was right, tomorrow was only the beginning if we made it across. Already knowing that Xaden, Bodhi, Garrick and Imogen made it and Garrick and Xaden surviving 2 years already halfway through and Bodhi and Imogen their first year gave me that sense of hope and strength that I needed to gather for the both of us. The last time we heard from any of them was Xaden’s letter about a week ago. Reminding us to find Bodhi after we crossed and to stay by Bodhi and Imogen for the rest of the day. My letter had more details then Rae’s did I know that. We shared what we needed out of each of the letters we got from anyone. Xaden didn’t put anything lightly in mine and I knew he was doing it to protect his little sister. If she ever found out that he killed someone their first year for bullying Garrick; I sighed to myself knowing how much she’d worry about them not being there herself. Xaden made it clear for us to remain together as we would be targeted as all 6 of us are; but he stressed the fact that we shouldn't be seen in more then a group of 3 at a time as it suppressed general Melgrans basically fortune telling signet. I looked at the clock it was almost 3:00 am “Shit” I cursed lightly holding Rae closer to me, so much for my fucking sleep tonight. “You really let your mind wander, Mairi.” I whispered to myself burying my face into my girl's hair, taking in her scent as if to memorize it one more time just in case. She always smelled of warm vanilla mixed with a mild lavender. On the other hand Rae  always said that I smelled like balsam and lilac with a hint of cashmere. I forced my eyes shut trying to block my wandering thoughts to at least get a solid hour if not hopefully two before we had to depart tomorrow.  

I felt the softest kiss on my lips in the morning darkness. “Good morning sexy.” I whispered. “Good morning love.” She said in a sleepy voice that ended in a yawn. “Are you ready for today?” Her grumbling into my chest was the only response that I received. “It’s gonna be ok love.” I whispered. 

#fourth wing #fourth wing fanfic #liam mairi #xaden riorson

[shelbydelrey]

Isa, we've discussed this a few times so it will come as no surprise when I ask you a question about the 10th anniversary of Peaky!! I'm wondering what you would rate the top 10 kisses?

Hi Lee 🤗 This was a surprinsingly difficult question since i've never even considered rating the show's kisses before (a mistake i now realize) and also because tumblr gif engine is absolute shit in aiding me in this task 😅 I've unfortunately came two kisses short from what you asked but i hope you enjoy it anyway 😚

8. I didn't manage to find a gif or even just a cropped image but Number #8 goes to those two fellas making out at the entrance of Eden Club. They were there just entering the roaring 20's, in a drug induced chaotic party, living their best lives so i would like to give props to them 😆

7. I love Arthur and his genuine reaction to Linda's news warms my heart despite me knowing that everything from here goes downhill. I read this kiss as a gesture full of hope, promises and even some pride showing that Arthur had some desire to be a better father than the one he had. This, unfortunately, didn't come into fruition as we know but i appreciate that the spark to be something other lived in heart.

6. Polly and Aberama were something else, weren't they? Admittedly their relationship kinda came out of nowhere but it worked even if short-lived. So their mention on the list it's also a memento of their dynamic ☺

5. And we finally arrived at my two beloveds🥰 I love May's slight desperation and Tommy's slight surprise as they kiss 🤭 It holds an adorable level of awkwardness as May states (with the kiss not with words) that she's willing to stand the public ridicule for Tommy!

4. I guess this one speaks for itself 😳 A deep passionate kiss in the midst of love making. You can't go wrong with that.

3. This is the perfect level of devotion for a wedding kiss (the exchanged gaze and the comfort between the two is *chef's kiss*) and it's enhanced by the way Tommy helds her face 🫠

2. This could be easily my favourite kiss in the entire show... I mean, look at Tommy's shoulder dip, the tenderness of his lips and how May starts to grip his coat... (and they even start to sway a little bit, i couldn't find a longer gif that showed it) 🥹 It's beautiful and it plasters all over my face the ENORMOUS chemistry potential these two had 😭

1. But number one comes and does THIS to me:

It's Derby day, May is clinging onto the hope that he will stay with her and it's heartbreaking because even despite not yet knowing about Grace's pregnancy, we as an audience now that (for plot reasons) Tommy has no interest in staying by her side. BUT Cillian and Charlotte were in another frequency over here 🤭 All the elements that made Kiss Number #2 great are here as well, dusted on this small peck on the lips 🤩 Instead of the detachment and indiference Tommy is suppose to feel, it reads more like a domestic bliss scenario where May says goodbye before he ventures to a long day of work and crime.

#this is MY list folks #so don't be mad at me for not including a kiss that you particurlaly like #it's all for shits and giggles anyways #peaky blinders #tommy shelby #may carleton #grace shelby #polly gray #aberama gold #arthur shelby #linda shelby

[xgoddessoffandomsx]

Hell of an Evolution: Black Out Days

@atiny-angel @swifteforeverandalways @the-iridescent-phoenix @wolfromate @thiamsxbitch @axelwolf8109 @greek-freak101 @wendysbrassknuckles @thebejeweledwatercat @epickiya722 @hawk-has-alot-of-gay-ships

Chapter warnings: Experimentation mention

Stiles decided that he hated school, with or without his fellow mutants with him. It didn't help that they had a good couple years ahead of him here.

Lydia was popular, Kira was in the lacrosse team with Jackson and Liam, Theo apparently spent more time in detention than actual classes, Scott was nice but kind of an idiot, Danny was liked by everybody, Erica hated everybody and Vernon Boyd was a gentle giant.

Sure enough, Talia Hale had sent in paperwork saying that Stiles had some type of skin condition and hated people touching him without his consent, so he was in the clear and able to skip gym and swim lessons.

So that was cool at least.

"What's up?" Theo plopped down next to Stiles at lunch, putting his legs on the table. Stiles looked unimpressed. "I hate this" "We all do" Theo took Stiles' warm soda and blew in it, cooling it instantly.

"That's so cool, pun intended"

"Yeah, Liam's my opposite, he can control fire but he can't create it, we were destined to be together"

"No we're not" Liam and the rest of the mutants sat down. Theo stared at him for a moment before slamming his hands over his chest and falling down

"Theo!" Scott yelled exasperated. "You wound me Dunbar" Theo dropped ice on his hair and brushed it off. Liam giggled a bit. "Do I have something in my hair?"

"You're ridiculous"

"So what's with our babysitter? He's kind of a dick" Stiles muttered. Scott spat out his water violently, Danny gave him a look and Jackson winced.

"What?" "He was gonna have to know sooner or later" Lydia said. Danny sighed. "Talia is Derek's mom and that's about all he knows, he was kidnapped when he was a teenager and experimented on"

"Shit" "Yeah, they coated his entire skeleton in this really rare metal, adamantium, the trauma caused his memories to snap or he was brainwashed? We don't know"

"He's my cousin too" Jackson muttered.

"So he trains us to control our powers so we don't get caught like he did"

"What're his powers?" "He's got wolf shit, super hearing, super smell, wolf eyes when he's angry, metal claws" Theo said.

"Guys shut up, we've broken two rules that we have so we can go to this school in the first place. No discussing Derek because he's still legally missing and no discussing powers" Lydia hissed. Everyone made various noises of complaints and stopped

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"Get in and shut up I'm not in the mood" Derek muttered. "Aww you missed us" Erica teased. "Sit down and shut up"

Stiles held back a laugh. "Reminder that we're doing a quick power test when we get home" Derek said. Jackson turned off his watch and the lizard boy Stiles met returned.

Danny smiled fondly at his friend.

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"Just do whatever I don't really care" Derek led the teens to the backyard and sat down, cracking his knuckles.

Erica shifted into a cat and ran around a bit, Boyd lifted whatever he could with zero visible effort. Jackson crawled up the mansion walls. "That's so cool" Stiles grinned.

Lydia meditated, lefting herself in the air. "Lydia's a telepath" Her roommate Kira told him. "So him your tricks" Scott grinned like a dope.

Kira clenched her fist, a katana of purple energy formed around her wrist and glowed. "I'm a telepath too and can create psy weapons" She shrugged like it wasn't a big deal.

Scott took off his glasses and closed his eyes. "Someone turn me around to the trees?" Lydia did so without even opening her eyes or moving

Scott opened his eyes, a brust of red energy exploded from his eyes and sliced a tree in half. He clenched his eyes shut and put his glasses back on. "Concussive blasts" Kira explained to a dumbstruck Stiles.

Danny whistled, a glass of water shattering nearby. Liam turned on his lighter, a ball of flame moving to his other hand. He extinguished it, looking embarrassed.

Theo coated his hand in ice and grinned. "You're turn new kid" "I don't know" Stiles hugged himself. "Who here has a high pain tolerance?"

Theo raised his hand. Stiles winced and took off a glove. "Why is he shaking?" Jackson asked. "Shh!"

Stiles touched Theo's hand with a finger, the other teen immediately groaned in pain and collapsed.

Derek sat up, suddenly interested. Stiles let out a breath of cold air from his lungs and shivered. "I run cold, should've said that" Theo shook his head, coming back to.

"You can mimic powers" Lydia set herself down and looked scared. "Temporality" Stiles shrugged.

"It still makes you dangerous" Derek said. "You'll be lucky if we even let you see your father again" Stiles clenched his jaw.

"You can't tell me what to do!" "Oh I can, because you're a walking death sentence!" "Says the guy who got his bones coated with metal!"

Danny threw his hands in the air. "Who told him?!" Derek glared. Nobody answered. He growled, eyes turning blue. "You don't know anything about me kid, stay away from me"

Stiles smacked himself on the head. Great now he pissed off the bus driver

#my writing #sterek #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #scott mccall #kira yukimura #danny mahealani #jackson whittemore #theo raeken #liam dunbar #erica reyes #vernon boyd #lydia martin

[icemankazansky]

Being a newbie in the TG fandom is hard. There's the burnbook, the callouts blog, there're people lurking to start shits everywhere, all I want to do is to discuss characterisations and ships with someone and to post my works. And I do look up to the elders of the fandom because I think you guys are cool, I enjoy your fics and edits, I know maybe it's just the overthinker in me but sometimes it feels like the likes of me are not too entirely welcome for some weird guts feeling reasons.

I want to say first and foremost: You are entirely welcome here. I can only speak for myself and the pre-TGM Top Gun fans who I know personally (which is most of them), but we are thrilled you are here. We want to talk to you about characterizations and ships. We want to see your works! We are very excited to have new people with whom to share this fandom we love, and we are so, so fond of so many of the new people we've met already.

But I will also say: I understand how you feel. I have been in fandom for a long time, and honestly, I have never seen anything like this. Honestly, I think it's a tiny part of this fandom who are running these nasty blogs, starting these fights, and terrorizing people on their blogs and in their asks. But they're LOUD. It was a complete surprise and very upsetting when this stuff started. It was kind of like this: The Top Gun fandom was this small, old neighborhood fairly removed from major cities. We knew all our neighbors; some of us lived there for over a decade; some of us helped build the neighborhood. It was very peaceful, warm, and inviting. Then we heard they were building some big suburbs nearby, with all the things that come with it: New schools, shopping complexes, chain restaurants, automatic car washes. It was going to be a change, but we were excited to have new neighbors, and we welcomed them. They moved in, and for a while everything was nice. There were growing pains and more traffic, but there were fun, creative new people to meet, and Starbucks and big movie theaters and cupcake boutiques.

Then things began to shift. Some people in the big, shiny new suburbs began to look around this huge city they had built up all around us, and decided, "You know, this town is great, except for that old section. It's an eyesore, so rundown, dated ... it's affecting our property values, and it's the cause of everything that's wrong around here." And they didn't just whisper about it between themselves. They held town hall meetings and posted public declarations about it all over town. (It wasn't just anonymous people bitching about us on those cruel, cowardly burn book blogs. They were in the tags on their private blogs talking about how the older part of fandom was ruining everything, how there had been no good fanfiction written before TGM came out... They named us individually in hate posts. They came in our asks and left harassing comments and death threats.) And we're just sitting here in our cozy little cottages where we've lived for years, like ... you don't need to come here. You can stay in your shiny suburbs and just ignore this part of town, instead of throwing bricks through our windows and graffitiing our houses. But they don't. They haven't.

And so we've had to put bars on our windows and hire a neighborhood watch. I understand that, as a newcomer to fandom, it can be intimidating to see fandom elders making posts addressing new people in fandom and asking them to respect our neighborhood. But we're addressing a very small percentage of fandom who are actively terrorizing us, who are actively working to make this fandom a negative place. That's not you. You are welcome here. We want you here. Please post your work. Please come talk to us. We will help you find your way around if you like. We'll introduce you to our friends and good restaurants. We are happy you're here.

This is an open invitation to you and anyone who needs it, but please always feel free to send me an ask or message me privately if you feel unsure about how to make your way around this fandom, or if you just want to talk about Top Gun or anything else. Honestly, I am so happy to speak to you, and I want to help in any way I can.

Carly

#asks answered #top gun fandom problems

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

I don’t think Seb meant it badly. I do actually think it is a good and an important point to make here. If there’s a 7 year old kid out there who wants to be an f1 driver and being emotionally and/or physically abused by one/both of their parents, hidden behind a ‘tough love’ facade, seeing max being successful and seeing that “oh tough love works! look at max verstappen” it is important to also see that you don’t have to have been treated like shit to be successful. Sebastian Vettel was incredibly successful with the same team but with a completely different upbringing. He was supported and loved no matter what his results were and managed to live a fairly normal life before he went into f1. It says, you don’t have to be treated like shit to be given the drive and resilience to make your dreams possible. Also, if I heard a kid say in school “oh my dad left me at a petrol station because I came second in my race” I would absolutely report that to authorities it’s not fucking ok? That’s child endangerment, abandonment and emotional abuse? Why would anyone even try to entertain that that is a healthy relationship. Maybe it’s better now between Max and Jos, and they were the 1% that it worked for and we will never hear the 99% of other stories where kids were abused to be successful in their sport and the traumatised kids who didn’t make it and were broken by it will remain unheard. And if it’s never called out how do we know that the cycle won’t continue.

You have very valid points. And yes, we absolutely should call out abuse and advocate for victims but it's important to take care not to speak over or to re-traumatize the victims in question. Recovery and healing is a lifelong process. It's a long journey and it takes some victims decades before they can even acknowledge that what they went through was abuse and that what happened to them, what was done to them, wasn't their fault. There isn't a step by step guide to healing, every victim has their own journey.

I'm not going to speculate on Max's private life or his relationship with Jos now. But Seb (allegedly) discussing the things Jos did to Max as a kid to a journalist, isn't going to magically make Max's entire perceptive shift. Publicly he has never said he regarded what happened to him as abuse. If anything Max will probably double down and say that he's glad it happened because of where he believes it got him, if asked about Seb's alleged comments.

I'm not defending Jos or condoning his behavior in any way shape or form or saying his relationship with Max was healthy in anyway. We've heard those stories, heard the allegations regarding Jos' behavior and conduct towards his partners and towards others. Jos should've been held accountable years ago. It's says so much about our society that he wasn't. Our society has been closing our eyes to this sort of abuse for decades, whether it be parents of athletes or performers etc, time and time again they've gotten away with it so long as there's a new talent, a new prodigy in the industry in question. And you're right, we don't talk about the kids who endured the same abuse but didn't make it. That has to change, it all has to.

We absolutely should call out abuse but by centering that quote on Max, the focus is shifted away from the issue and onto "oh how Max will react!" By shifting the focus onto Max, he is going to be made to answer for what happened to him. The media doesn't actually care about victims. The media only cares about the story they can get out of them, about how they can exploit that story for views. Max was likely only referenced for the click bait, as he one of the most recognizable drivers on the planet and is likely to claim his second world title soon.

#f1 #formula 1 #formula one #tw abuse #anon #ask #i don't know if i said what i wanted to or got across what i wanted to #so if anybody has anything to add feel free to

[sirserpentine]

♥♥♥ { from Angel & Cherri }

Send me a kiss! (Accepting)

A group of angels had descended to Hell for a rare meeting in person, but not for extermination, this time. They had agreed to these meetings a few times since the rather awkward realisation that they had been slaughtering millions of sinners for no reason. Thus, they were keen on putting up a good front to the representatives of those they had wronged for so long and put all of their concentration into these discussions.

Sir Pentious had quickly realised that he could use these frantic, important moments to his advantage. He had managed to slip away from the crowded conference room the first time he had visited his former realm as an angel too, and it had been one of the most heartfelt reunions he had ever experienced. There had been much rejoicing and crying. So. Much. Crying.

He held back tears again as he sneaked to the building's lavish dressing room and saw the friends he had secretly promised to meet there the last time they parted. Two of them, anyway.

Angel and Cherri greeted him with loud cheers, returned with Pentious' own, and the two besties wasted no time as they lept to the snake's arms. Pentious wrapped his arms and tail around them and squeezed them into a soul-crushingly tight group hug just as he had last time. There was no reason to hold back any affections, losing each other for good had been too close. That didn't prevent him from flustering brightly from such attention, however.

His heavenly form had graced him with additional strength that helped him keep upright as Angel and Cherri practically climbed up his frame. They were plastering his face with big kisses so quickly that, had they been wearing lipstick, Pentious would already look like a strawberry.

"Angel, Cherri-" he laughed, barely able to speak from under their lovely onslaught, "it's mossst brilliant to see you two! How is everyone?"

"Good, except we ran outta your cookies again," Angel replied without pause.

"We've missed those, and you a lil' bit too, ya old snake," Cherri chimed in, playfully elbowing Sir Pentious. "Oh, and everyone's sendin' their love. 'Cept for Alastor. He's turned into a cat."

"Oh, I understan-" Pentious said before his imminent double take. "-Eh... wait, what?"

"Don't ask," Angel said, waving his hand dismissingly. It was a far too long and confusing tale for the limited time they had together. "But that's why the others couldn't make it, they're sortin' that shit out. A bummer, huh?"

Sir Pentious couldn't deny feeling a bit disappointed, but he saw plenty of silver linings in the situation, too.

"That's unfortunate. But there will be other times I'm sure. And seeing you two is most ssspecial as well. You cheeky things have my entire attention," Pentious assured, realising that he had sounded rather flirtatious. But that didn't seem to be a problem. Angel and Cherri looked at each other curiously, before grinning and pressing closer to the snake. Cherri kissed him again, this time where his jaw met his neck.

"Yer right. I say that we should be takin' advantage av' it," Angel spoke into Pentious' ear, tickling his scales with his warm breaths.

"Hmm?" Pentious responded, quite liking where this was going. He turned to Cherri, whose lips and hands were already lowering down, pleasantly. No opposition from her then, either. A certain warmth pooled in Pentious' core and he sighed blissfully, caressing the shoulders of his friends at one. There were about twenty minutes left before Pentious was expected back by the other angels. It was plenty. He started sinking down with his friends as their words dissolved into more kisses. Clothes were being tugged at, and skin was caressed.

Sir Pentious would certainly be a questionable angel if he agreed to an out-of-wedlock threesome on a dressing room floor during a heavenly conference.

But why not, he thought with quite the mischievous smirk. This was Hell, after all.

#this is my contribution to the cursed cat alastor meme #cursed cat alastor #for the win #memes. #asks. #(Angel.) #(Cherri.) #suggestive #HOHOHOO oh my!! #this was the most pleasant surprise attack #I hope this is okay! #Sometimes victory is deserved<3 #sirdustbomb #i guess that's the name for this pile XD #thank you for sending this in <3 #another long one #inspiration has me in a chokehold #Timeline: Saint Repentious

[beels-burger-babe]

Beelzebub's Very Bad No Good Day

***So this is the new format in which I'll be answering requests. In my experience, actual posts get spread further than asks do, so this will hopefully help with that. ANYWAY, I am crazy excited about this request as a major Beel simp and YES I will proudly do this request! Thank you @sinnoman for blessing me with it. -B*** Summary: Beel doesn't get anything to eat one day, and it doesn't go well for anybody.

From the moment Beelzebub woke up, he knew that today was going to be a terrible day. For starters, he had apparently raided the fridge in his sleep the night before, so there was not a crumb left in the house for anyone to make breakfast with. Most of the others had gone and grabbed something from Hell's Kitchen on their way to class, but poor Beel had slept through his alarm due to the food coma his nighttime snack had put him in and had to rush to RAD. The entire school was talking about the monster that they believed had awoken beneath the school. Teachers were on edge ready to evacuate the premises for the earthquake they believed to be happening. Beel avoided eye contact, blushing as his empty stomach continued to rumble and roar throughout the day. He ended up eating a few pencils just to get it to quiet down and even that didn't have much effect. The Avatar of Gluttony nearly cried tears of relief when the lunch bell rang. But it seemed that fate was not his friend that day. He was going to order a gargantuan-sized Little Devil mango slushy, a side of Hellfire curry rice, fried shadow bat, and 108 seed salad and the main course of at least twenty shadow hog burgers with three servings of caramel shadow tart for dessert. Beel was drooling at just the thought of it. He was almost at the ordering station when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Beel growled and turned around, baring his teeth at whoever dared to disturb him.

Belphegor narrowed his eyebrows in concern. "Woah. Beel, relax. It's just me. We've got a student council meeting, and Lucifer has threatened to take away supper from whoever skips out." Beelzebub scoffed as the air around him darkened at the mention of someone taking food away from him. "I'd like to see him try." Belphie raised an eyebrow at his twin's uncharacteristically grumpy behaviour. "Are you alright, Beel?" As though to answer his question, Beel's stomach let out another loud roar, causing several students to flinch and Beel to scowl in frustration. "I'm hungry." Belphie's frown deepened. Beel was always hungry, but he didn't usually let it get to him like this. The younger twin rifled through his own bag before pulling out an obviously full paper bag. "You can have my lunch if you want. I ate a little bit of it during class and swiped a bagel from Mammon during the first period, so I'm not all that-" Before he could finish Beel ripped the bag out of Belphie's hands and devoured it, bag and all. Belphie blinked at his now empty hand and chuckled as Beel chewed. "Man, you must be starving huh?"

Beelzebub merely grunted and continued to chew before swallowing down the small meal. He glanced back at the lineup in the cafeteria and put a hand on his stomach as he thought about the lunch he should be enjoying. Belphie nudged him. "Come on, big guy. We got to get to that meeting. The sooner we get it over with, the more likely it is that we'll end early and you might be able to grab something before class starts again." Only the meeting was not short and quick like Belphie had said it might be. Diavolo wanted everyone to come up with an idea for a school fundraiser, and Lucifer was arguing with Asmodeus on what was and was not appropriate. To make matters worse, you were unable to attend as, according to Mammon, your charms professor had asked you to stay behind afterwards to discuss your progress in the class. The bickering on top of the lack of food in his stomach was giving Beel a migraine and the longer he sat there, the more irritable he had become. Eventually, it became too much and he snapped. "ENOUGH!" he bellowed, flipping the table as he stood. "No one cares about the stupid fundraiser anyway and you're just wasting all of our time arguing over something that will inevitably fall apart and cause an even bigger mess, just like it always does!" "Beelzebub! Watch your tone in front of-" "Shut it, Lucifer!" his brother's gaped at him in shock as he snarled at their elder. "I am sick and tired of you pushing us all around and punishing us when the slightest thing goes wrong just because you-" Beel poked Lucifer's chest hard enough to make him take a step back, "won't take responsibility for your own mistakes!" "Oh shit," Mammon whispered under his breath, as Lucifer's eyes narrowed and his body tensed in defence. The second-born quickly squeezed his way between the two of them and spread his arms to try and create some distance. "Okay! Tensions are high. People are upset. But this is not the place to brawl it out." he glanced over at Lucifer who looked like he was a second away from stringing him up to the ceiling. "Might I remind ya Lord Diavolo is still in the room?" Lucifer looked over at Diavolo, who appeared to be both hurt and concerned by Beelzebub's words, before sighing and fixing his composure. He gave Beel a hard look. "Obviously something is upsetting you, but we can discuss this at home. For the time being, I recommend you work on calming yourself and clearing your head." Beel just growled at him before stomping out of the student council room. He had been about to re-enter the cafeteria again when the bell rang signalling the end of lunch hour. Beelzebub felt his eye twitch before his demon form burst into existence. He let out a deafening scream as he grabbed a table and threw it across the room (students still seated on it, included). Students were yelling and scrambling like mice as the large demon rampaged through the halls. He tore the locked grate off of the serving station and grabbed the nearest server by the scruff of the collar, causing them to squeak in fear. "I'm hungry," Beel rumbled lowly as the demon trembled in his hands. "Get me something to eat now or I will not hesitate to eat you." "R-R-Right away, Beelzeb-b-bub." Beel carelessly dropped the demon, who scattered off to gather as much food as they could. He began pacing like a caged animal. Having been alerted by all the noise, his brothers and Diavolo rushed into the nearly destroyed cafeteria. Diavolo's jaw dropped. "Beelzebub, what's the meaning of all this?" Beel's famished brain didn't acknowledge Diavolo as an authority at the moment. Instead, he was yet another person trying to keep him from eating. "I need food. NOW!" Lucifer's eyes widened in realization as he whispered something to Diavolo. The prince nodded and took a step back. "I'm sure the cooks are doing all they can to get you food right away. But I need you to control yourself before I am forced to take action." Satan had his phone out and was urgently texting someone, as Belphie moved forward.

"You'll get your food shortly Beel. You just need to wai-" "I don't want to wait!!" There was a part of Beelzebub's brain that was aware he was acting like a child. But his stomach physically hurt from how empty it was. He was tired. He was starving. He didn't have the patience for pleasantries. "I've barely eaten anything all day, and people keep staring and talking about me because my stomach just will not stop growling and I'm so hungry that I can barely think straight! I hate it! But I know it won't go away unless I eat, so I NEED TO EAT!" The brothers looked at Beel in shock. They knew that he ate a lot, but they always passed it off as just another quirk that made him Beel. They didn't know it bothered him like this. They thought back on all the instances where Beel had stated that he was hungry out of nowhere, always with a distressed look on his face. Every single time they had brushed him off. Before any of them could respond, you casually walked into the war zone that was the cafeteria. "Alright Satan, what's so urgent that you needed me so badly?" The room fell quiet as everyone's attention snapped over to you and you took in the situation. It didn't take long for you to connect the dots.

You immediately began to rush over to Beelzebub; Mammon stepped forward to stop you. "Woah, MC! I don't think that's a good idea right now!"

You ignored him and continued to make your way to Beel. Seeing you, the small human that you were, made Beel realize just how reckless he had been acting. He held out his hands to stop you and took a step away. "You should listen to Mammon, MC. I-I haven't eaten all day and I-" "You haven't eaten all day?! Oh god, this is worst than I thought." Beel watched as you slid the oversized backpack that he had seen you carry around RAD with you every day off your back and begin to dump out the contents. In a second, dozens of bags of chips, candy, fruits, and other snacks spilled across the floor in front of the two of you. Beel didn't waste a single moment. He instantly began consuming the snacks, causing you to smile happily. "Wha-What?! MC?! Why the hell do you have that much food on ya?!" Mammon sputtered as he cautiously began to approach you. You shrugged. "Beel gets upset when he's hungry, and I don't like it when he's upset. So I stocked up on some of his favourite snacks a while back and always keep them on me just in case," Beel paused his eating to look up at you in awe, "He can't help that he's always hungry. It's not like he asked to be the Avatar of Gluttony." Suddenly there were a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. Lucifer, Levi, and Mammon called out your name as Beel pulled you tightly against his chest. You just grinned and hugged the friendly giant back. "Thank you," he whispered softly into your hair, his arms tightening around you just a little more. "There's nothing to thank me for." As Beel finally began to calm down, the cooks came out with platters of food and shakily laid them out around you and Beel before taking cover back into the kitchen. Seeing that the threat had passed, the other brothers began to approach as well. "You know Beel, I didn't know you had that much pent-up anger inside of you. It was terrifying!" Asmodeus chirped as he plopped down beside the two of you.

"Yeah! You were just like the antagonist in My Boyfriend Turned Into a Cannabilistic Rage Monster, And Now I Have to Stop Him From Devouring The Whole City!!!" Levi began to ramble about specific scenes from the show that matched perfectly with Beel's rampage, causing Beel to blush as he munched on a burger. Belphie sighed and elbowed Beel as he took his seat at his side. "We'll have to make sure that MC's always around you. Just in case you know?" he smiled softly, before looking at his twin with a more serious expression. "You should've told me about all that stuff you said earlier. I had no idea you felt that away about your appetite." Beel looked away uncomfortably as he took another bite of his food and avoided the question. You snuggled closer to him, to provide him with some comfort. Satan tapped his chin as he watched the group. "I'm sure we could talk with Barbatos and come up with some sort of high-protein shake or bar that would better satisfy you. That way you wouldn't have to eat as much." Lucifer glanced over at Diavolo, silently asking if it was a possibility. The prince smiled warmly. "I'll have Barabatos begin working on something right away." Forgetting all about class and the anger that had previously consumed him, Beel looked around at his family. A warm feeling blossomed in his stomach as he felt content with the rare care and affection that they were openly showing. Maybe it had something to do with the thirty burgers he had already ate, but for just a second, Beel didn't feel so hungry anymore. ***Boy that got a little angsty there for a second, but I hope this was to your liking @sinnoman! I definitely enjoyed writing this one, and I think it made me fall in love with my boy Beel even more 🥰*** TAGLIST: @vampwiire @bunna-does-stuff

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[broken-stardust]

Maybe Hotch Was Right

Summary: Spencer and Reader don't get along, but things change when Spencer finds him during a personal moment.

Category: Angst/Fluff SpencerxMale!Reader

Content Warnings: homophobia, cursing, kissing, crying

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: This was written for @imagining-in-the-margins's August Enemies to Lovers challenge, and I didn't procrastinate till the end of the month! Look at me go!! Anyway, I hope you enjoy my gay writing.

Y/N was the most insufferable person I knew. He was full of himself, he thought he knew better than anybody else, and he always had to be right. It infuriated me. It wasn't that he wasn't smart; he was. Incredibly smart, in fact. It was just that he had to make sure everyone knew it, and he'd rub it into people's faces all the time.

It didn't help that he was cute, too. If he'd been ugly, it would have made it so much easier to hate him. But he had these eyes that just drew me in. And that smile! Oh my god, that smile. If only he wasn't such an asshole.

He was nice enough, I supposed, just an arrogant prick. But everybody else liked him, and that just made my hatred for him that much worse. Why couldn't anyone see what he was doing? He was playing them all like a fiddle, but I wasn't falling for it. I knew that underneath that grin, he was just a self-consumed smartass.

He had been a thorn in my side throughout this entire case, too. Hotch kept pairing us up in hopes that we'd realize that our feud was uncalled for, but Y/N was just as stubborn as I was, if not more. The last straw had been when Hotch assigned us to the same hotel room.

"But Hotch," I whined, praying he'd have mercy on me and let me stay with Derek instead. "I won't be-"

He cut me off with a hand raised to my face.

"This isn't up for discussion, Reid," he warned. "You are sharing a room with Y/L/N, and if I need to, I won't let you out until you make up over whatever this stupid argument is about."

I rolled my eyes. Was he really treating me like a child right now? Still, I knew arguing would get me nowhere.

"Yes, Sir," I said in defeat before heading in the direction of my room.

Y/N was already in there, and I dreaded having to enter. With all the courage I could muster up, I opened the door and stepped inside.

It was dark except for the faint light coming in through the window, and I heard some sort of noise. A sniffle maybe? Was he... crying?

As the door closed behind me, I heard him scramble to hide whatever it was that he was doing. I mentally cursed myself for intruding on such a personal moment, even if I did hate the guy's guts.

"Are you, um, are you okay?" I finally asked after ages of silence.

I heard another sniffle come from his direction.

"Why would you care?" Y/N spat.

I approached slowly.

"Well, you're crying and-"

"Oh so now that I'm crying you suddenly care about me?" I stepped back again. "You don't have to pretend to give a shit just because I'm upset. You hate me, and I hate you. Let's just keep it that way."

I took a deep breath and resolved to sit on my bed, facing away from him. If he was going to be like that, I didn't want to deal with him. I closed my eyes and started going over the Fibonacci Sequence in my head to pass time.

"My parents found out that I'm gay," I heard his sudden, soft voice say through a sniffle.

My heart softened just a little bit at the words. I knew how hard it was to come out, how painful it was to get rejected. Even more so when you were forced out of the closet instead of coming out of your own free will.

"It didn't go well, then," I whispered. It was more to myself than to him, but he heard it anyway.

"What gave you that idea, Einstein?" he said bitterly. I could hear the hurt in his voice.

"I'm sorry. What did they say?"

"Why should I tell you?"

I sighed and got up off of my bed to go over to his and sit next to him. With the little bit of light that was in the room, I could faintly see Y/N's face. His eyes were red and puffy, and his cheeks were stained from tears. I wondered how long he'd been crying.

"I'm trying to help," I told him. "Talk to me."

I could see him contemplate opening up to me. Eventually, he wiped his eyes with shaky hands and looked down while picking at his nails.

"They said that I'm disgusting and that I'm going to Hell," Y/N admitted. My heart broke at the words.

"How'd they find out?" I asked gently.

"I was texting with my sister about a guy I like and she accidentally texted my parents instead of me. They figured it out from there."

A single tear rolled down his cheek. I fought the urge to wipe it from his face.

"I'm so sorry," I murmured. "How can I help you feel better?"

Y/N shrugged. He looked so defeated, I felt bad about the way I'd treated him throughout the case.

"What about this guy?" I asked. "Maybe you want to tell me about him?"

"I'd rather not," Y/N said as he cleared his throat. I noticed him visibly stiffen. After a moment of silence, he spoke again. "I know I act like a dick." I kept my mouth shut. "I have to be the smartest person in the room, and I have to do everything right."

I let out a short laugh as he admitted what we'd both known all along. This must have been his way of apologizing, so I let him continue.

"But that's not really me," Y/N admitted quietly. "I'm so insecure. I feel like I need to prove myself to everyone because, well, my whole life I've been fed the narrative that I should be ashamed of who I am. I guess I try to overcompensate."

I hesitantly reached over and put a hand on his shoulder. This man that I'd hated for so long was baring his soul to me, and I felt like I didn't deserve it.

"I'm so sorry," I repeated for the umpteenth time. "I didn't know. If I did, I wouldn't have been so rude to you." Then, I decided to take a chance. "So about that guy..."

Y/N shifted away from me uncomfortably.

"I kind of like a guy too," I whispered, slightly hoping he wouldn't hear me. "If that makes you feel any better."

In the pale moonlight, I could see his eyes grow wider. He turned to me with a shocked expression, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"But-" he cut himself off before he could say anything stupid. I shot him a sheepish grin. A wave of understanding washed over him, and he smiled slightly. "Can I..."

Instead of giving him a verbal answer, I leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his lips. I started to pull away, but his hands caught my face and pulled me back in. I sighed into the kiss, and Y/N smiled. He tasted like mint and strawberries. I didn't want the moment to end.

But of course, nothing lasts forever. Once we separated, Y/N began to cry again. This time, it was a strong, shaking cry that overtook his whole body. Panic set in as I wondered if I shouldn't have done that. I pulled Y/N close and rocked him back and forth with me while playing with his hair and whispering words of affirmation to him.

"What's wrong?" I asked, afraid of what the answer might be. I desperately didn't want him to think our kiss was a mistake.

"We just... we've been fighting this whole time," he said between sobs. "We both knew. Don't lie, I know you knew it too. And yet, we spent this whole time fighting."

"It's okay," I assured him. "We can't take back the past, but we can change the future."

I planted another soft kiss on his cheek and guided him to lay down in his bed. Once he was situated under the covers, I crawled into the bed next to him. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer.

"I love you," he choked out into my chest.

"I love you, too," I told him and pulled him even closer. "We'll get you through this. I promise."

Y/N nodded and cried until he was all tired out. We held each other tightly as we both drifted off to sleep, unsure of what may lay ahead. As I shut my eyes, I thought to myself, maybe Hotch was right.

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[failing-to-write-again]

Germany x Ireland!Reader: Snow Storms and Confessions

Ok so the plan was to post another scenario and write two more yesterday. But Tumblr did an oopsie and deleted everything.

Every cloud has a silver lining however, my friend sent me this gem of a find and all I could think about afterwards was this story. I was going to write them as scenarios but I found it difficult to imagine situations for the other characters.

So here's a different story. A one shot...goody.

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*Ireland's POV*

I sat there cold and alone in the Russian airport terminal. My flight cancelled due to the violent snow storm outside and no hotel room to go to. All the other countries had already left, the usual flights to Ireland weren't available. Just one at 10pm when a blizzard was due. Russia didn't exactly give a direct response when I brought it up...

*flash back*

"Little Ireland! You are feisty small one, you're lack of fear is amusing."

"I'm not being feisty I just want to know why there's none of the usual planes to my country. I don't want to end up caught in the blizzard"

"Она умнее, чем выглядит...I don't involve myself petty plane issues. Perhaps this is fate, you believe in a lot of those magical fairy tales no?"

she's smarter then she looks

"Она также говорит по-русски. Что ты прячешь?"

she also speaks Russian. What are you hiding?

*flash forward to present*

Just before I could pry, Germany got the meeting started and I was left to get to my seat and ponder over Russia's behaviour. He's a strange study for sure.

Germany was as well. We became properly acquainted in the early 1900s only labelling ourselves as friends around the 70s when I joined the early version of the EU (then EEC). He definitely is a layered character, and even though he is sweet once I became closer with him, he seems to still be hiding aspects of his personality. But enough about that I'm cold and have to figure out where I'll sleep tonight.

"Ireland? Vhat are jou doing here?"

Speak of the devil and he shall arrive...

"Hey Germy, my flight got cancelled and it was the only one available, my hotel booking also ran out so I'm just sorta stuck here haha."

A rather enjoyable shade of red spread across his face at the mention of the nickname. I'd do anything to see those little cracks in his tightly woven character. Anything to see the little smiles or chuckles, the crush I'd developed over years of friendship pushing me to.

"V...Vell mein flight vas cancelled as vell...vould you like to share a hotel room vith me? I still have an extra day."

Panic.

"I wouldn't be against it, but you probably would like to not share a room so I understand if you don't want to and everything. Thanks for the offer though"

"Nein it's fine I don't mind ve're friends ja? It's ok!"

The air is so fucking uncomfortable. Big brother France is looking on in disappointed from Paris. I just know it. After a few more rounds of pitiful back and forth we agreed we both were ok with sharing a room and set off, chittering throughout the walk.

*[insert timeskip joke] Germany's POV*

Ireland was in the bathroom getting ready for bed as I sat mentally preparing to sleep beside her.

At some point my feelings of friendship began to be replaced with... love as Italy put it. I thought I was ill whenever my heart would flutter like a manly butterfly near her. After voicing my concerns to my brother and Italy, bruder proceeded to have a laughing fit. Italy took the time to gush about love long enough for me to come to the conclusion I was in it.

Ireland. She's not perfect by any means and we've had our fair share of arguments and disagreements. Though we always manage to work then out. Would it be the same if we were dating? I would be living in a dream if that was true...

The door opened and in she came. In the shorts she wore for sleep her false leg was on full display. I remember helping her make it, replacing the standard wooden one for a metal one with upgrades bring added whenever we visited eachother or were together in our free time from longer summits. The leg, essentially fully functional due to her use of spells and my use of metal. Light blue swirls, famous for their use in her history giving off a slight hum in the dark room, dancing up and down the metal limb. Gott she was an angel.

"That meeting left me a wreck." She stifled a yawn, lowering herself slowly to the bed beside me. The blue began to fade slowly as she stopped using magic, bleeding up her leg until disappearing once it reached the end of the metal at her upper thigh. "How does it vork?" I lowly hummed.

"The magic I use to move the leg? It's a weird mix of electricity and telekinesis. I use the electricity to stimulate the metal wires and pistons you put into it and use the telekinesis to make it move in a more natural way. I just wish it didn't glow, it makes it impossible to hide"

Hide? Why hide it? It's beautiful...is it inappropriate to say that out loud? I settle on a less invasive response.

"Why hide it? The blue looks like the tattoo you always joke about getting?"

She went quiet did I go to far? No she always said when I went too far same as I always did if our discussions on my...past got too vivid...She continued.

"When I lost my leg, I lost a part of myself. The image of the country who would fight anyone to be free, that had the confidence of countries ten times her size, it was gone. I kept up the act in letters and statements acting like the leg didn't phase me...Then I got to finally see my siblings again. None of them were allowed near me after one of my attempts for freeedom out of fear I'd help them escape or convince England to go rogue against his boss. They watched me struggle to do anything, they watched me have to ask for help to move, they watched me weak. It's been hard adjusting...then..."

She took a deep breath and looked up. Something she often did when trying not to cry. I gently lay a hand on her back and put on the calmest voice I could.

"Then vhat? Take jour time, I know it's difficult, but please tell me vhat happened?"

"I met someone. They helped me without even realising it. They slowly built up my confidence in myself, taught me how to laugh and smile like I used to. Obviously my family helped but the help from this person stuck with me more I suppose. He built me up, tried to help when he didn't have to."

He. My world slowly shattered and fell around me. So she has somebody else. Someone better. Someone who can show her all the love they probably expect being raised by someone like France and England.

"Oh...vill jou tell me more about him?"

She let a slow smile spread across her face.

"He's kind and sweet but covers it over with a stiff outer shell. He has many talents...so many talents. He's amazing really, but one thing in particular is what I think made me fall for him."

"Vhat vas it? That he did"

I was probing. I was pushing too far into her private life. If she never spoke about him in all our years of friendship, she had a reason not to. She's a damn ex-spy and rebel leader she knows how much to trust people. But...I didn't care. I wanted to know. Needed to. I had loved her for years only for her to slip away the moment I had started working to con-

"He built me a new leg. Then he called it pretty and sleek and said he liked the blue the magic made on it."

Oh...this was...not what I expected. I was the one who built the leg...she knows that...she...she...

"Ireland I..."

I slowly pulled her gently, she was straddling me so I could look into her eyes.

"Do jou really. But vhat I've done. How could jou?"

"Fall for a lovable human being? It's rather simple. I'm just hoping you'll give this amputee a chance."

She looked at me hopefully through her eye lashes. At that moment I realised why us Germans aren't seen as great romantics. We're better at doing, not speaking. So do I did.

I kissed her. Pouring every piece of emotion I felt for her, because of her into it. Desperately trying to show her how much I cared regardless of how bad I'd be at saying it. And it was bliss. My pulse was racing faster then any of my, no Germany's, F1 cars.

She was with me, not my country, not my people, ME. And I'm going to be selfish.

Her soft warm lips, pushing against my colder ones. Tasting like that brand of chocolate she loves mixed with the minty taste of toothpaste. Her arms, laying around me neck, playing with the hairs on the back of my head. My arms, pulling her closer filling every gap between us I could find. I was in heaven, kissing an angel, and I wasn't going to give it up for anything. The entire world could be damned so long as she was in my arms. Everything Italy, France, Spain, Bruder, and all the other countries preached about love suddenly clicked. I loved her. I never wanted to leave her side. I wanted to be her hero, her Ritter (knight), her lover.

And by the way she was kissing back she wanted to be mine.

*POV switch*

HOLY FUCKING SHIT HE'S KISSING ME!

HOLY FUCKING SHIT I'M KISSING HIM!

AAAHHHHHHHH!!!

I barely thought of anything else, all I could focus on was getting drunk off his kisses. He was kissing me like the world was ending and I loved it.

At some point it went from me in his lap to beneath him on the bed, staring into icy blue eyes.

"vell..." He drawled "ve have a hotel room, a snow storm. no ozher countries on zhis floor, or anyvone for that matter until tomorrow. and a very horny country. vhat do jou suppose ve do Ms.Ireland?"

I spoke before my mind could think. "Well Mr.Germany. A second, equally as horny country is beneath you so the real question is...Was wirst du dagegen tun?

What are you going to do about it?

Snap.

"Ich heiße nicht deutschland Ich heiße ludvig" he growls out. Responds very well to German if the kisses are any proof.

My name isn't Germany. My name is Ludwig

I leant up to whisper in his ear..."Es ist gut zu wissen, was ich später schreien werde. Ich bin (Y/N)."

It's good to know what I'll be screaming later. I'm (Y/N).

I hear a growl before my hands are held above my head with kisses attacking my neck...If this was Russia's plan for only having only one flight home then he's getting cookies next meeting.

*both POV*

Thank God/Gott for snow storms.

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[saltyfilmmajor]

This is that "came for thirst, stayed for SFM" anon. I was reading through your character breakdown in RN/Fallout and had a few thoughts. W/ regards to Ethan, you said "And he has remained able to keep a steady head on him, unwilling to sacrifice the needs of one over the needs of the many." As an audience, we've seen this development occur throughout the films. Compare him in MI:2 to any subsequent film and I think his experience with Nyah and sending her in to spy... 1/5

(2/5) even knowing the risks, to then having Nyah be the pawn used against him to give up the Chimera virus (before she injects herself) is the real beginning of Ethan's "need to protect the individual first" being shown. Compare that to the first film, where his motivations are all about clearing his name and finding the real mole. Even when his mom and uncle are in jeopardy, Ethan continues on his path instead of turning himself in to save them. With each film, he is shown to prioritize...

(3/5) his chosen family more and more. Throughout the series, we have actually seen Ethan prioritize his people over the masses, allowing dangerous villains to get away with things in order to protect individuals. Take GP, where he allows the original nuclear launch codes to be given to Cobalt in order to save the Russian scientist, knowing that if they failed, a much larger number of people would be injured by a nuclear bomb. With each direct threat...

(4/5) Ethan seems to shift to thinking about the masses on a more abstract level in order to protect the immediate life in front of him. He then has to "clean up" the messes that occur in order to save the world, because he would rather save the immediate life if he thinks he has time to stop the big kill. I'd be curious how Ethan would handle the trolley problem, since we never see him have to pick between an individual or the masses when life was on the line at the same time...

(5/5) Not even with Julia did this happen. I'm curious about your thoughts on this progression. BTW, your blog is my favorite guilty pleasure and your Tomrst pics are lit. :)

Hi Mysterious Anon! I’m so glad you like my blog!!!! And i love FUELING DISCUSSION ON MY FAVORITE SPY BOI.  THANKS FOR REACHING OUT WITH THIS I ABSOLUTELY FUCKING LOVE TALKING ABOUT ETHAN HUNT AS A CHARACTER.

Anyway, I guess my thoughts on it boil down to Ethan experiencing rather traumatic experiences and in the first movie it is about clearing his name and also a little bit of vengeance. He just lost his whole team and Jack his best friend and roommate.

His progression to prioritizing his teammates I think stems from what has happened with Lindsay and Julia, and essentially everyone he has cared for he has watched die. So when we see Ethan do, quite frankly reckless shit, to save his loved ones it doesn’t feel out of character. Ethan’s is this guy who started cocky and a little immature but a good agent. Pretty content to be working for the government.

Mi1 and 2 function, as you said, as his progression. He is still growing up. In Mi2, in the beginning, we even see Ethan avoiding the IMF. MI1 is his origin story essentially, because, after that, he never places his full trust in the government, only his friends and family.

Ethan’s found family is what keeps him steady, it keeps him afloat and if he lost them, at this point, he’d have nothing left to lose. And I’d highly doubt he’d keep working for the IMF if that were to happen (I hope nothing like that does happen, I love all these characters.) I think he would become a vigilante because he still does want to protect people.

But his friends, those close to him, they are a tangible presence in his life contrast to the masses, who never know about what he does to help save them.

Contrast the first movie to the third movie, where Ethan kinda just is “eh” about his actual family. To where Ethan jumps off a building to get the rabbit’s foot, to save his wife.

That’s when we see just how far he’ll go.

“She’s dead anyway, and so am I.”

Like he is just like sick of losing the people he cares about.

Then compare that to when Benji gets kidnapped. THIS DUDE GAVE A KNOWN TERRORIST 50 million DOLLARS ( I WILL NEVER BE OVER IT, AND NOW THAT HAVE WATCHED 3, IT MAKES MORE SENSE OVERALL). And you know Luther tells him in no uncertain terms that Lane cannot get his hands on any of that money.

And what does Ethan respond: “He’ll never take me alive, I’ll make sure of it.”

HE IS FULLY PREPARED TO DIE TO SAVE BENJI’s life.

And given that that what remains of the syndicate, now knows as the apostles, are still kicking around in Fallout, it’s clear that, that the money Ethan gave lane helped them stay afloat.

Which helps kick off Fallout, to begin with. And Then Luther gets held at gunpoint, the entire narrative points out how had he not lost the plutonium, no one would be here.

Lane realizes that his team, is the thing that keeps him grounded and if he loses them, it would all be too much for him to handle.

Lane exploits human nature to get what he wants: Meaning he knows that by Kidnapping Benji he’ll get the disk, so with that logic, he knows he could break Ethan by killing all of his friends and loved ones.  Which is like, Lane chill, I still like having his team alive.

I think Ethan prioritizes his friends' lives because he can’t be without them. And if he has them by his side, he works better and he can fix the resulting chaos that happens when he saves their lives. The inverse, however, will probably not be true, at least not anymore.

Ethan just holds on to his friends because they are what make his life better, worth living and without them, then what is the point. Which I think is such a heartwarming and tragic sentiment for this character to develop

Anyway, I hope these laid out my thoughts on the subject in a clear way and I had so much delight in answering your ask!

Have a good heckin’ day anon!

(and please enjoy this picture of that scene I was referring to in my previous essay, it’s just. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH AHH) 

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[zoraclover777]

Halfway Happy

[ Part 8 ]

[ Part 1 ] // [ Part 2 ] // [ Part 3 ] // [ Part 4 ] // [ Part 5 ] // [ Part 6 ] // [ Part 7 ]

AN: Let's get back to this, shall we? (P. S. I do not own the GIF of Steve spinning the bat!!!!)

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“You're thinking of what? Are you fucking stupid? You could get yourself killed!” Billy yelled at her, watching as she rolled up the sleeves of the new shirt she changed into.

“Now, you can see why I have to go. Jane, Jane could die if I'm not there. Hopper too, hell, maybe Will's mom. I'm not letting that happen.” Y/N spoke with a stern voice, eyes meeting his. “So, piss off. It's not like you give a shit anyway, Hargrove.”

“Listen, fuck, just listen to me, okay—”

“Didn't I say piss off?”

“You're not going.” A voice agreed from behind her, making Y/N chuckle and turn around. “You're not going to die, risking your life for us. Jane can do this.”

“For once, we fucking agree on something, Harrington.”

She bit her tongue, turning back away before placing her hands on the table. That's when Y/N’s brain processed everything. She got mad, no, she got pissed.

She wasn't going to be able to go. She wasn't going to be able to save her sister, or Hopper, or even Joyce—hell, she'd barely known Joyce and she already cared for her—and Will, Will's going to blame it all on her. She was furious. Slamming her hands on the table multiple times, she screamed.

Billy and Steve had clenched their bodies, waiting for the force of Y/N’s mind to throw them around.

But, it never came.

“No.” She whispered. Falling to her knees, tears fell instantly. “No, no, no. No, fuck, no, this can't be happening.”

—————

They didn't know what to do when Y/N had finally gotten up after crying and walked to the front door. Billy looked at Steve, and Steve looked at Billy, but their eyes came back to her.

“We're going. End of discussion.” She said, opening the door.

“Hey, you don't have your fucking powers any more, doll. You don't just get to push us around anymore.” Hargrove spoke up as he walked up to the girl, his fingertips lightly touching the front door. “So go sit the fuck down, and wait for everyone to get back.” With that, he pushed the door closed.

“Don't fucking tell me what to do.” Y/N uttered, eyes filled with anger. She would break his fucking neck if she could.

“Listen, princess—”

“Call me another name like that, and I'll knock you the fuck out, Hargrove.”

“I would really like to see you try.”

“Okay.”

Before Steve could comprehend what was happening, her fist smacked right into Billy's face—well, his nose and face, she'd punched him, twice. His head made a sharp left turn before he fell to the ground, unconscious and blood left pouring out of his nose. Her eyes caught Steve's and she sighed.

“Well, I mean, you did tell him.”

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“What happened to my brother?” Max pointed out the figure lying out cold on the floor, blood slightly dried now.

“I told him I’d knock him out—”

“He didn't believe her.” Steve finished.

“Well, okay then.”

“Thanks for the friendly chat and catching up while we've been in the basement or an hour or so, guys, but, uh, we have trouble.” Dustin spoke, pointing out the window. A small demogorgon was creeping up to the house, hissing and growling as it smelt blood.

And life.

“What do we do?” Mike asked, biting his lip slightly as he looked at everyone.

“Y/N could use her mi—” Lucas started but was interrupted when he saw Steve using his hand to motion it back and forth in front of his throat. “Wha?”

“Remember when I left to use the bathroom?” Max blurted out, eyes staring at the floor.

“Yeah?” Will questioned, voice fading at the end.

“I saw it, Steve.” She said, looking at the teen in his eyes and then at Y/N. “I saw you having your seizure. And it scared the hell out of me.” Max whispered, turning back to her friends. “That's why I came back to the basement, looking sick.”

“So that means—?” Lucas questioned, still not understanding.

“It means she doesn't have them, now. Or they're blocked.” Steve said, standing up and walking to the kitchen. When he reappeared—after stepping over Billy's body—he had his bat.

“Are those—?”

“Yeah.”

“And you—?”

“Kill those things with this, yes.” Steve said, twisting the bat in his hands. “Maybe we should move him. It would suck if he were to get eaten, or something. Keep that door closed?” He questioned Y/N, and watched her nod.

He placed the bat on the ground and helped the kids drag Billy's body to the next room with ease.

Y/N’s body jerked forward as the monster outside slammed into the door, trying to make its entrance. Steve had placed him down without a care, and his ears immediately caught Y/N’s voice from the other room.

“Steve!” She yelled, attempting to press even more weight against the door. “Steve! I can't—”

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His eyes snapped open and he stared at the ceiling for a good moment, it was twenty minutes, but in his mind, it was hours, before he heard a scream of ‘Steve!’ coming from a room, he definitely wasn't in. Standing up in one quick motion, the teen rubbed his nose and made a confused face before pulling his hand away.

“Steve! I can't—”

The dried blood on his fingertip made him come to a realization and he clenched his teeth together.

She fucking did knock me out.

Did he have time to actually think about it? No.

So he ran out of the room he was in and into the living room, his eyes widening at the sight before him. Y/N was pressed up against the door, attempting to keep, whatever the fuck, it was out of the house.

“Doll, what the hell are you doing out here by yourself?” He questioned, still attempting to rub the blood off from under his nose.

“Billy, Billy, listen, leave—” She attempted to warn him, but it was too late. The demogorgon had finally broken its way through the door, throwing Y/N on the ground in a swift motion.

“Y/N!”

“Not today, asshole.” Steve's voice blurted out, bat in hand. “Come on.” He whistled to the monster, backing away slowly as he does so.

It definitely took the bait, as it followed Harrington, hissing and spitting. Suddenly, it lunged. It didn't get far though, not before Steve smacked the shit out of it with the nail-ridden bat. It fell to the floor before picking its body up and turning to the male. It's face opened up before running at Harrington.

Smack.

Squelch.

Thump.

Steve held onto the bat, looking down at the creature with a disgusted look on his face. His eyes turned to Y/N, realising she wasn't by the front door—there wasn't even a door there, anymore—and looked around. His eyes shifted to movement on the other side of the room and there she was.

Eyes filled with worry, lip smeared with blood, but still confident, and Steve, Steve had never seen someone more beautiful in his entire life. “Hey.” He said to her, smile gracing his face.

“Hey.” Y/N breathed out, wiping the blood off her lip and hissing when she realized there was a cut. “Fuck, that hurt.”

“Was, was that the fucking creature you were talking about?” Hargrove suddenly sputtered out of his mouth, body still frozen in place.

“Yeah, and good morning. Get used to it, he—” she pointed to the dead monster on the ground, “brought friends. Hope you can fight.” The words came out easy and she licked the cut on her lip before getting in stance. “I didn't sign up for this.”

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He could. Billy Hargrove could fight, and she was shocked, to say the least. She wasn't shocked about him fighting, no, she was shocked how easy he took this whole—Hawkins had made a lab, which created El and you, and the Upside Down. Which, in returned, haunted you all forever.

“Did you know that this is fucking bullshit?” Billy spoke, throwing the shovel down on the ground. “Maxine and I moved here, to get away from this shit—”

“Wait, it's happening in California, too?” She questioned, turning to the male. “This is happening in California, and you just ran away?!” Y/N was pissed as she punched him in the chest as hard as she could, but he had ended up holding her wrists and pulling her to him.

“What if they're all connected?” Mike said, brain filled with ideas. The kids started making a plan, all of them butting in.

“All we'd have to do—” Max.

“Is go down to the tunnels—” Lucas

“And set that shit on fire!” Dustin.

“Hey, hey, hey, that is not happening.” Before he even knew what happened, a voice chimed in.

“It's closed. The kids are right, we have to burn the tunnels. Hargrove, we'll be having a conversation, later.” Hopper said, taking off his jacket before sitting on the couch. Eleven followed, wiping her nose multiple times before she ran to Y/N, hugging tightly.

“You're back.” Jane said, hugging tightly.

“Wha—” your eyes widened as you looked over and tilted your head to the side slightly, Mike's backpack falling off the table. Smiling widely, you threw your head back and laughed.

“Yes, Jane. I'm back.”

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AN: do not fret, i am here with another part to Halfway Happy and there's still so much to transfer over here.

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[paintedvanilla]

Oh I forgot to mention. We had a discussion in history today about gun control, and this little shit who sits at the front and mansplains EVERYTHING whenever ANYONE answers a question said gun control was unnecessary. So I put in my two cents which I rarely do because I don't like being That Girl, but I said America has a gun problem and we should take example from other countries who have eliminated the threat. I also said "when the law isn't working, the law needs to change." Anyways, after class I'd completely forgotten about the discussion, and after the bell rings as I'm getting ready to go this Boi comes over to my desk and goes "so you're saying you think we need to repeal the second amendment?" And like. He's OBVIOUSLY spent the entire period since I opened my mouth brooding over this, and he's SO fucking ready to rip into me. So while I'm still packing up I say yes, essentially that's what's I think, because the law that's in place now is the reason so many people are getting killed. I also brought up the fact that we have a right to bare arms to form a militia, and when was the last time we've had to form a militia? This little snot goes "well actually," and as soon as I heard those words I astral projected out of the room. I'm already standing up to leave, but the gist of his argument is "the second amendment gives us a RIGHT to have our weapons." so once again I point out: for a militia. When the state of the nation is threatened. We haven't been in danger of having our status as a free nation taken from us since the law was written into place. The bill of rights was written when guns only held one bullet. I wasn't in the mood to entertain him so I left the room and immediately ran into someone which kind of ruined my exit, but other than that I felt pretty good about my argument.

#gun violence #ask to tag #op #he mansplains when kids answer questions and gives the teacher the 'correct' answer #which is just what the other kid said but he uses bigger words #not just when girls answer! when everyone answers! #if he ever tries that shit on me ill straight up kill him #thanks you pathetic gremlin shut your fuck

[gayshitiguess]

So since @riahawk messaged me the second after I made that post saying simply “playlist yes” I thought I would share.

So I chose one song for every chapter and thought I would do a Critical Role styled explanation! I hope you guys like it!

Chapter 1: Modern Literature

“Dying in LA” By Panic! At the Disco

“Every face along the boulevard is a dreamer just like you./ You looked at death in a tarot card and you saw what you had to do.”

What can I say, this song has always screamed Mollymauk to me, especially these two lines in the pre-chorus. Beware takes place in LA, so the title is just that much more accurate. In this first chapter and for most of the story, Molly keeps drawing the same three cards from his deck, the Fool, the Devil, and Death. He is literally looking at death in a tarot card. This is him trying to find his way, trying to gleam where he’s supposed to go from here. Luckily, he finds his way.

Chapter 2: A Show of Scrutiny

“I Put a Spell on You” By Screamin Jay Hawkins

Enter magic awkward dude! This chapter deals mostly with the aftermath of Molly finding out holy shit, magic is real. I chose this version of the Nina Simone version simply because I wanted to capture the frantic, scream argument part of this chapter. This version has Jay Hawkins literally just screeching into the mic, and if that doesn’t sum up Molly’s mood for this chapter, I don’t know what does. Bonus, it's a love song, and this is where the seeds are planted. Love is in the air, but mostly panic and magic!

Chapter 3: Lost and Found

“Junkie Church” By AJJ

“Last week I saw you at the junkie church/ you told me all the things I need to hear/ like I’ve got a heart of gold/ and a kind and open soul.”

This is one of my favorite chapters in the entire piece. I love to put in little lunar interludes of sorts between the big stuff, and this really was that at its best. In this chapter, we get a bit of insight into Caleb’s past, but not nearly the entirely. We also get a tarot reading from Molly to Caleb that somehow managed to give Caleb’s fucking terrible story positivity. Con men really are in the business of telling people what they want to hear. Molly made it his business to tell Caleb pretty things. He’s very good at that.

Chapter 4: Shadows

“Wilson (Expensive Mistakes)” By Fall Out Boy

“I hope the roof flies off and we get blown out into space/ I always make such expensive mistakes.”

You know my emo ass had to throw in some Fall Out Boy. Really, everything that they do in this chapter is mistakes. This is where shit gets bad. So many bad choices were made from Caleb giving Molly the necklace to letting the entire group into the haunted house. It had to end in a possession. Plus, I need some sick guitar riffs to get into a fight scene.

Chapter 5: Passed Through Fire

“Holy Calamity [Bear Witness II]” By Handsome Boy Modeling School

Did I say that I needed sick guitar riffs for a fight? I’m so sorry, I meant that I needed classics of the hip hop scene blowing out my speakers. This song just captures the absolute chaos of what the fuck is happening in the chapter. Shit gets crazy from the moment that the song begins, and this chapter’s contents are enough to have you screaming “Holy Calamity!” from beginning to end

Chapter 6: Reunions

“Safe in my Garden” By The Mamas & The Papas

This really is the quintessential Caduceus song to me. Really, the idea of him bopping to The Mamas & The Papas is such a lovely one. This song just reminds me of the Blooming Grove, the smooth, sweet sound, the very name just feels like the Grove. And here we get to see everybody coming to Caduceus for help and for protection. They’re all safe in his garden.

Chapter 7: What Lies Beneath the Surface

“Zombies” By Childish Gambino

“You will find/ there is no safe place/ to hide.”

Zombies! I mean, really, there was no better song for this chapter. If I was going to do a chapter about the undead, I had to throw Gambino in there. This whole album could be the soundtrack for this story, but this one especially. This chapter completely negates the safety of the last, completely ruins the safe garden that Caduceus maintains. It's a wrench in the plan and it’s a song that sounds so different from any other on the playlist, that its a wrench in the sound.

Chapter 8: Omens

“Nausea” By Jeff Rosenstock

“I got so tired of discussing my future/ I started avoiding the people I love./ Evening of silence and morning of nausea/ Shake and sweat and I can’t throw up/ I got so tired of discussing my future/ That I walk through my life like I'm the only one”

Caleb has a really hard time communicating what he wants to other people. He also has a hard time talking about his future, since he hasn’t really planned on having one since the academy. It's hard for him not to push people away, but Molly is stubborn and he isn’t willing to let Caleb push people out of his life.

Chapter 9: Strange Bedfellows

“I’ve Got Problems” By Harley Poe

“Talking to myself again/ About how I'll never win/ I look into the mirror/ And that's how my day begins/ I wonder when did all this black fill up my mind/ Well I don't shower/ I'm a slob/ I've gone years without a job/ And I can't seem to keep my hands out of my pants and off my knob/ Because the perversions in my head are of the sickest kind”

What can I say? Caleb’s got problems. Like, big time problems. He’s one fucked up shit. Just as “Safe in my Garden” is the quintessential Caduceus song, this is the quintessential Caleb song. I really could put the entire song in quotations because it is perfect. He’s trying his best here to convince Molly that he is FUBAR and honestly? It kind of works. He’s a fucked up guy who does fucked up things, and there’s very little that either of them can do about it.

Chapter 10: Dangerous Liasons

“Would you Be So Kind” By dodie

Caleb and Molly have been hinting at romance for the entire piece, but this is where it really starts to bloom. Molly expressed how serious he is about this, and tells Caleb that whenever he’s ready, Molly’s there. Molly is baring his soul in a way he hasn’t to anybody before. He’s trusting Caleb in a way he hasn’t with anybody. It's scary and he’s afraid to fuck it up, and all he can do right now is ask Caleb “could you maybe fall in love with me?”

Chapter 11: Crimson Deplomacy

“Devil’s Haircut” By Beck

Molly’s worst fucking nightmare; finding out what exactly is in his head. It turns out that it's Lucien. It's his worst case scenario. Getting real, concrete answers to his past that he never once asked for. And it only means bad things on the way. There’s something decidedly evil in his mind and he’s stuck. All he can do is hope that he’ll be okay. Plus, what a use of the kazoo.

Chapter 12: At Dawn, We Plan!

“Bad Moon Rising” By Creedence Clearwater Revival

This song is cursed and so is this chapter. It's all about bad tidings and warnings, an omen of bad things on the rise. Although this chapter is relatively tame, there is a permeating sense of unease. Molly knows that this is going to go badly. He knows that something horrible is about to happen. And there is absolutely nothing that he can do about it. There’s a bad moon on the rise, and Molly’s going to have to face it.

Chapter 13: Found and Lost

“Through The Roof N’ Underground (feat. Eugene Hütz)” By Gogol Bordello

“When there's a trap set up for you/ In every corner of this town/ And so you learn the only way to go is underground/ When there's a trap set up for you/ In every corner of your room/ And so you learn the only way to go is through the roof”

Taliesin said it himself, Molly was always going to end with this song. This whole chapter is a fucking disaster. Molly “dies,” Lucien comes back, Lucien “dies,” there’s a lot of our favorite Bloodhunter biting the dust. Molly is doomed the second that that demon enters the room, and so he makes his way underground. Lucien is dragged up by his teeth from the inside of himself, and he goes straight through the roof. I’ve really found a love for this song and the intense, falling to pieces nature of it. By the end of it, the instrumentals and vocals fall out of sync and fade into nothing, just like Molly.

Chapter 14: Epilouge: The Chapter Closes

“Safety Song” By Andrea Gibson

“I was walking home in the red night zone/ I had a pair of flowers/ you had pegs on the back of your bike/ it was almost the morning hour/ I said come with me to the carnival/ we can sneak in when the power goes out/ we can sit real still in the bumper carts/ and see what it's all about to be safe/ from the crashing day/ we can be safe from everything/ you caught my eye in the funhouse mirror/ you look so pretty even like that/ you held my hand while I held my tongue/ and blushed beneath my baseball cap/ you said we've all got monsters under our bed and under our skin as well/ we can hold them in the corners of our little shame or bring them to show and tell/ just know your safe to tell me anything/ you are so safe to tell me anything/ lying in the grass by the ferris wheel/ I saw a train i knew we could catch so/ we ran through the streets and the parking lot/ and we caught that train as we caught our breath and we rode through the hills and the silo fields/ I knew my heart had no fire escape/ but I stood in your lightning like a sycamore tree/ love is a risk you have to take I feel safe to risk everything/ I feel safe to risk everything”

Finally, finally Molly has made it. After several months of recovery, plenty of therapy, and lots of soul searching, he’s able to breathe. This entire story has felt suffocating for me. I believe that Molly’s arc would have been an extremely painful and cathartic one to watch, so I thought that I would make something similar. This song is slow and sweet and tenuous. For a story that goes so hard for so long, I wanted to slow it down at the end and deliver something sweet. This is where Caleb and Molly decide to risk it, amnesia and trauma be damned, because love is a risk, but it's one that they have to take. And he’s safe. Finally safe.

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