#if it doesn’t win casting we start the hunt

[petalsfordany]

good morning I see sophie nelisse has been robbed. also nothing for writing, music, or directing. cool cool cool

#yellowjackets #emmys #sophie nelisse #we ride at dawn #I mean its dawn for me right now #as in its 4.24am and I’m PISSED #if it doesn’t win casting we start the hunt #melanie is my mother but I’m sorry this wasn’t her season #it was Sophie’s #but one these award shows are gonna do is favour the old guard #awards are pointless anyway I don’t know why I care #to sum up PAY THE WRITERS

[star-girl69]

protective clarisse save me ANWAYSSSS enjoy

*mentions of clarisse picking reader up and carrying her around

PLEASE ignore the fact i forgot ambrosia existed thanks 🙏🙏 yk i just be saying stuff

it starts out like any capture the flag game

except for the fact you’re on different teams

like in so it goes when clar tells y/n “don’t do anything i wouldn’t do”

everyone once in a while the teams switch up

and clarisse has a really hard time when you’re not on the same team, but she can usually function

she’s worried out of her mind obvi

we all know you’re her achilles heel

but for some reason this time clarisse just has a really bad feeling

she’ll probably threaten everyone on her team- if they so much as LOOK at you in the wrong way she’s going to make their lives a literal hell

and everyone is like ok scary lady 🫡

they all know clarisse don’t play about you

so the game is going pretty normal

you’re just doing your thing and clarisse is hunting around you

it’s really funny because you and a few of your siblings are just fighting whoever makes their way to you

and you win every time

bc clarisse is still letting you win 😭😭😭😭

the good members of her team get told to turn around

and then she lets the weaker ones, the stragglers she doesn’t care about, pass through and then smiles when you cheer after winning even tho she can’t see you

you feel her eyes on you tho sometimes it’s kinda creepy

but basically annabeth and the blue team had set up these trenches in random parts of the wood

they were lined with like a bunch of leaves and spare linens so they were soft at the bottom

but someone 🙄🙄🙄 ugh

forgot to soften up one of them and that’s the one you fall into

she hears you scream and she’s like WOAH HOLY FUCK

running through the woods you’re crying at the bottom of this 6 ft deep hole your siblings are screaming

like she literally throws herself to the ground and drags you out of the pit pure adrenaline

and like she could tell just by your screams and the look on your face that you were HURT HURT

but she knows you need her rn so she pulls you into her lap and asks what hurts

and you can’t even speak you’re in so much pain but you gesture to your leg and maybe clarisse just didn’t want to notice it before but like that bitch is BROKEN

she’s literally shaking

“it’s okay it’s okay baby it’s okay someone is gonna go get a healer right? SOMEONE IS GOING TO GO GET A HEALER, RIGHT?”

*cue like 10 random campers all running off*

and you’re screaming and crying and your siblings are freaking out so the game kinda stops bc everyone is like what happened 😭

then they just walk into this clearing and see you pale and crying and leg obviously broken, sitting in a shaking clarisse’s lap

one of her siblings definitely has to come over and subtly say that she’s like doing a good job LMAO

bc she is STRUGGLING

like she’s never been so scared in her life

her heart is pounding her hands are shaking

but for the first time in her life she’s not really angry right now

she’s just fucking terrified

and she HATES it

she’s stroking your hair and has her arm wrapped around your waist so tight

she tells you “just dig your nails into my arm”

and you can’t even comprehend what’s going on so she grabs your hands and let’s you squeeze so hard she swears her fingers come out a little crooked

FINALLY some apollo kids come over with a stretcher

so then she starts yelling at them “BE GENTLER SHES HURT DUMBFUCKS”

then finally after clarisse’s incessant screaming she holds your hand as they take you back to the healers

then 20 minutes later they reset your leg and put it in a little cast and give you some AMAZING painkillers

so you’re like omg

clarisse is like pale and sweaty and her heartbeat is so erratic one of the healers actually has to come over and be like “maybe you should sit down and get checked out..?”

she starts screaming at them

then you’re like “omg no my saviors are fighting ☹️☹️☹️☹️”

“no no i’m sorry i didn’t mean to make you sad it’s fine it’s fine we’re not fighting”

“yay!!!!!!!”

she has to lay down in your bed and take some really deep breaths in order to calm down

and you’re just happy bc you are floating and you have your gf with you

you’re babbling on about something and clarisse is like wtf is happening to me

but also she’s acting like you just died

holding your head to her chest and staring off into the distance like that one painting of ivan the terrible holding his dead son y’all know

and you’re just happy

she’s kissing all over your face and head and telling you about how she’s gonna help you

“i’ll carry you whenever you don’t feel like using your crutches, i’ll make sure you take all your medicine, i’ll find and kill whoever did this to you, i’ll sleep with you every night just in case, and i won’t let you out of my sight ever again, and i’ll make chiron switch the teams back”

she ends up doing all of those things obvi

she annoys chiron so much he makes a permanent rule that the ares and your cabin always have to be on the same team

clarisse becomes 10x worse in terms of protectiveness

like she’s watching you like a HAWK

she just felt so totally helpless in that moment so unprepared and she never wants to feel like that again

she doesn’t think her heart can take it actually 😭

she does find the person and loses dessert privileges for 5 months for what she did!!!!!

she sleeps with you ever night bc the meds make you sleep restlessly and she’s always there to whisper in your ear and lull you back to sleep

even if you’re like oh i can just use my crutches she’s always staring at the ground like it’s a monster that’s gonna hurt you so she’s like

“hm well i don’t think so actually haha just let me carry you”

“I WANT TO WALK CLARISSE”

*picking you up* “no it’s fine this is safest”

“LET ME DOWN”

basically you’re just the love of her life and she can’t imagine something else happening to you

#clarisse la rue #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse la rue x y/n #clarisse la rue x you #pjo tv show #pjo x reader

[yaksha-lover]

Lord have mercy. You think👀 you could write something about it ("vamp!lilia supremacy where he offers to show you both his general and vampire abilities by chasing you through the woods") maybe?👀👀

He offers to give you a head start and you gladly accept.

As you sprint through the woods, you take notice of some of the features Lilia had talked about earlier: the giant pine tree that casts a shadow overhead, the sound of a flowing river nearby. It’s been over a hundred years since he’s been back to the forests of Briar Valley, but he still remembers every detail. You suspect he could even hunt you down blindfolded.

The sound of a snapping twig breaks you from your thoughts and the giggle that follows forces you to push yourself to run faster. He’s just toying with you, at this point; he wants the game to continue. Lilia wouldn’t have let you hear him coming, otherwise.

You run like that for several minutes, catching glimpses of pink in the trees. There comes a point where a small knife wizzes past you, embedding itself in the tree in front of you. It’s a warning; Lilia is getting close. You’re not worried he’ll injure you, if he’d wanted to hit you he could have. At least you hope this old forest isn’t enough to thrill him into truly hunting you.

It doesn’t matter if it’s a lost cause; you foolishly believe you may still be able to get the best of Lilia by hiding. As the sun begins to set, you decide now is the time to do it. If you can remain hidden until sundown, you’ll win this little bet. You find a small cave to take shelter in, heart racing even as you sit still. You almost drift off to sleep, lulled to rest by the exhaustion of running all day.

“Boo!” Lilia hangs his head over the edge of the mouth of the cave, hair falling around his upside down face. The shock startles your heart again, but you have no time to even try to make a run past him.

He pins you to the ground, his body enveloping yours. Despite his small-looking frame, you can feel the strong muscles of his arms as they squeeze around your waist, keeping you locked in his arms.

“Ah, I thought I’d give you a bit of a rest before I scare you again. Please don’t blame me, I haven’t had as much fun seeing your scared little face since my days during the war.” He smiles at you, but the grin is a little too twisted for your liking.

You groan at his words: “You’re a bit heavy, will you get off of me?”

“Now, now, my dear. I do believe we agreed upon a certain…compensation for the winner of our little game.” Lilia leans in closer, breath ghosting the skin of your neck. He licks a drop of sweat that had yet to dry off your skin. “You’ve smelled so good all day. Will you let me take my earnings, or will you continue to put up a fight? I suppose both would be quite fun for myself~”

#lilia vanrouge x reader #twst x reader #lilia vanrouge #twst vampire au #general lilia #twst #twisted wonderland

[tanoraqui]

key elements of Crownless (the Young Aragorn show that lives in my head and heart) season 1:

(Note that I will play a little fast and loose with timelines and for the sake of a better story. And/or take ruthless advantage of canonical slow Dúnedain aging to spread the timeline out over several decades)

First episode(s) is Aragorn (age 21, functionally late teens) leaving Rivendell to start wandering the wilds with the Rangers. I would do Elrond & his people dirty and say that Aragorn has been kinda sheltered growing up, a little because Elves tend to baby Men, especially young Men, and mostly because everyone wanted to be sure Isildur’s heir was safe as darkness grew in the world, especially after his father was killed when he was 2.

So Aragorn starts with significant book smarts, homely peace smarts—historical knowledge, animal friendship, herblore, diplomacy skills, technical sword/knife/bow skills…but he doesn’t know the dirty fighting tricks that win a fight. His tracking, hunting, forest stealth, etc. skills…suck at first. He’s prone to freeze in urgent healing (or combat) situations, because he’s never done this on his own before—though he has a natural talent for the ‘calling people back from death’ thing we see in LotR.

(This gives Aragorn obvious skills to pick up that demonstrate his character growth as a leader, while also establishing from the start that his real talent in kingship is, always was, diplomacy, strength of character & connection with his people, literal and metaphorical healing. Also, weirdass plans, often based on things he read, with success resting on luck/prayer/hope more than any reasonable thing…including a willingness to trust strange new and/or sketchy people…and they work.)

Maybe eps 1-2 is a double-length episode: opens with newly widowed Gilraen arriving in distress with a toddler 18 years ago, then first half is mostly restless late teen!Estel in Rivendell, ending with Elrond revealing his true name, broken sword, time to go forth… Smash cut to Aragorn tripping in the forest and falling in a stream while 2 other baby Rangers laugh at him and whoever’s stuck training these new recruits sighs heavily. There’s a lot of “this is the new Chieftain of the Dúnedain, Isildur’s heir?”

Format: 22ep 44min monster of the week (like GOD INTENDED) focused on the newest young Rangers: Aragorn, Halbarad, Dúnawen (OC: “maiden of the west”, don’t @ me for naming), as they range throughout Eriador learning how to be badasses guarding the boundaries of civilization. Monsters include orcs, wargs, mortal bandits, trolls, giant spiders, a small ice wyvern that made its way to northern Dale, barrow-wrights, unhoused fëa, rival clans of Men or maybe Dwarves who are about to go to blood feud war…

…and a slowly mounting season plot of the trouble of 3 Nazgúl reoccupying Dol Goldur, after the White Council forced the “Necromancer” out 15ish years ago. (Riling up ghosts throughout the countryside? Something something themes of moving on from the past. Also, can’t go wrong with an episode in which heroes must confront their literal personal ghosts.)

Repeat cameos from Elrohir & Elladan, cousins of all Mannish Dúnedain (and kind of older brothers to Aragorn in particular.) Are they helping him? Are they harder on him than on the other new recruits? Are they good cop/bad cop-ing it?

Arwen! Meet briefly ep1 and/or she’s a key feature of midseason finale; return in season finale to be badass. “Tinúviel! Tinúviel!” scene in Lothlórien casts a hiccup in a fledgling romance between Aragorn and Dúnawen

All combinations of Aragorn/Halbarad/Dunawen ARE welcome, nay, encouraged. They’re functionally in college and they’re all hot, and constantly in near-death situations. I advise the writers to have fun. Bisexuality is free.

Gandalf introduction early, ep2? Probably also in finale (something of a large team-up).

Late season bottle episode, maybe just before a 2-parter finale, in which due to a thunderstorm/mudslide/cave-in incident, Aragorn, Halbarad and Dunawen are trapped in a cave/small series of caves with a random assortment of other travelers on the road west of Bree: a pair of Dwarvish merchants, a few men, 1 elf (journeying to the Havens to Sail?), and 1 hobbit, Mr. Drogo Baggins of Hobbiton, who was making a perilous journey to Bree and back in order to fetch his beloved, very pregnant wife a particular kind of cheese she was craving. No loss of air threat, but they’re stuck. Obviously getting Drogo home is of utmost importance (and everyone else needs to get home safe, too). Tempers run high! Only once the Junior Rangers sort out their late-season interpersonal drama can Aragorn rise to the occasion and organize/mediate this microcosm of Middle Earth’s populace to dig their way out of this cave.

Aragorn is exceptionally good at facing down Nazgúl and their weaponized despair because he has—indeed, he is, by name!—hope. This show is about hope first and teamwork second, and looking badass in a beautiful landscape while Howard Shore music swells third.

[s2 in notes]

#lotr #lord of the rings #Aragorn #ficlet #my fic

[dirtywresling102]

The Rave Ritual - Damian Priest Ft. Bad Bunny (18+)

Damian Priest x Simon x Bad Bunny

Other Characters: Roman, Hunter (Triple H)

Commission: @thesimonkshow​

Summary: Damian has a mission ordered by Roman which Simon isn't too happy about.

Read Part One Here: Midnight Surprises

Read Part Two Here: Vampire Cult

Read Part Three Here: Hunted

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, Three-some, Cursing, Smut, Vampire Smut, Supernatural, Blood Kink/Uses Blood as Lube, male x male x male

Word Count: 5,092 

Follow Me On My Main Blog: @dirtywrestling

Enjoy!

My eyes darken at the television monitor as I watched my boyfriend, Damian Priest receive a hug from his new tag team partner, Bad Bunny. I couldn’t help but to scoff and roll my eyes at the sight of this stupid decision made by the higher ups.

I had experience in the ring, Bad Bunny didn’t. I should be Damian’s tag team partner, it would make more sense, since I was Damian’s old body guard. Having some rapper come into the picture with no wrestling experience AT ALL only to get higher ratings for Raw and his music career would grow. 

“Fucking ridiculous.” I tightly crossed my arms over my broad chest and gritted my teeth, trying to stop myself from ripping out Bad Bunny’s throat once he arrived backstage. The lingering stares he gave Damian were too long, the touches he gave were everywhere and that victory hug didn’t seem so sports friendly. 

“So, how’d we do?” A panting voice called out, making me turn my attention away from the screen.

I was so caught up in my own thoughts I didn’t even realize the next match had started. “You did amazing.” I smiled, wrapping my arms around Damian’s sweaty form. “He” my glare shot daggers into Bad Bunny’s back as he spoke to people about his match as he dried off with a towel. “Did terrible.” 

Damian frowned at my reaction. “Babe.” He whispered. “Calm down.” He cupped my cheeks making me look at him. “Bad Bunny did great out there, did you not hear the crowd?”

“The crowd cheers for whoever is the good guy and not for their talent.” I huffed with an eye roll.

“So they just cheer for me because I’m the baby face, not for my talent?” Damian’s hand left my face. 

“Wait, no that’s not what I meant. Damian.” I called out for him as he was already walking away from me back to the locker room. Following right behind him I walked into his personal locker room, shutting the door. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean, Simon?” Damian furrowed his eyebrows, his eyes darkening towards me. “Please, do enlighten me.” He snarled, showing off his fangs.

“I think you did great out there, this whole ‘bring a rapper to the wrestling business’ thing just doesn’t make sense to me.” I explained, my shoulders slumped.

“Simon, you know wrestling doesn’t make sense. That’s what's fun about it.” Damian spoke in a calmer state. My shoes were becoming more interesting as my gaze was casted upon them, too embarrassed to look at my lover. “Now, how about you come over here and give me my prize for winning.” 

Looking up at Damian I couldn’t help but to crack a small smile. “Anything for you.” I nearly tripped as Damian grabbed me by the collar and dragged me over to the sofa. Damian took a seat where I dropped to my knees and started to work at his wrestling attire. 

“There is something I did that you need to know.” Damian spoke in between breaths as I dipped my hand into his pants, stroking his already hard cock.

“What’s up?” I asked in a hypnotic tone, mouth watering as I pulled his cock free from his tight leather pants. I just wanted to taste him already, it’s been so long. 

“I’m inviting Bad Bunny to the rave tonight.” 

As I was about to wrap my lips around Damian’s throbbing cock I paused, pulled away and looked up at my boyfriend who’s head was tilted backwards with his eyes closed groaning in pleasure. “The rave, the rave that’s tonight at the house?” I furrowed my eyebrows.

“Y- Yes, the rave tonight.” Damian opened his eyes and looked down at me. “Come on.” He whined, pushing his hips upward trying to get his cock to enter my mouth.

“I don’t want him at the rave tonight.” 

“Simon, don’t start please. He’s my tag team partner.” 

Standing up, I pulled myself away from Damian and his raging hard on. “And I’m your boyfriend.” I reminded him, crossing my arms.

Damian let out a large sigh, tucking himself back inside his pants he stood up. “Simon, trust me please, it’s part of the plan.”

I squinted at him, tilting my head to the side in confusion. “Plan? What plan? No one told me of a plan!” My voice is slightly getting higher.

“Simon.” Damian grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the couch. He sat me down next to him, my body sinking into the cushiony leather seat. “Roman wants me to turn Bad Bunny.”

I stared at Damian, my teeth gritting together as I tried to stay calm. “Is he replacing me?” 

“No!” Damian’s soft hands cupped my face, squeezing my cheeks. “No, never. I can never replace you.” Damian’s voice was softer this time. “Look, Roman has a plan. He wants us to grow, he wants our family to grow.”

“So Roman wants Bad Bunny involved with us?” I asked, still trying to piece all of this together.

“And so many others, Simon.” Damian smiled. “They’ll be more of us, Roman wants more wrestlers to be just like us so we’re not the only ones anymore, we’re not the outcasts.” 

Staring at my hands, I watched as Damian traced my palms. A slight shiver ran up my spine from the soft feelings. “Please, tell me what you’re thinking.” 

I sucked the inside of my cheek only to lick my dried lips. “I think it’s great Roman is getting more members in but really, Bad Bunny?” I couldn’t help but to groan.

Damian laughed as I cracked a slight smile, whenever Damian smiled or laughed it did cheer me up. “You’ll like him once you get to know him, please get to know him at the rave.” Damian begged.

“Okay, okay I will.”  I half jokingly huffed out a breath.

“Good. Now, where were we?” Damian smirked as he grabbed the hem of his pants and started to push them down, exposing his hard cock once again.

“I think I remember.” Tracing my tongue over my bottom lip, I went back down on my knees in front Damian in between his thighs.

As night finally came, so did the guest. The safe house for myself and other vampires soon became a frat house. Bright colorful lights bounced off the walls in every other way, fog rolled along the floor from some fog machine somewhere in the corner, music blared through the large speakers placed in the corners of the room. 

As my back rested upon the bar, I scanned the dark lightly lit room. People were grinding and dancing against each other to the beat of the music, some people were even sitting on the couch talking where others were passed out. My eyes soon caught the Uso twins sitting on a loveseat surrounded by half naked women dancing around them.

I couldn’t help but to smirk into my drink at the sight of the two brothers. Sipping my alcohol I nearly choked at the next sight in front of me. Damian and Bad Bunny were sitting on the leather couch, nearly snuggled up against each other. Damian smiled at whatever Bad Bunny had to say. Damian’s hand lingering over Bad Bunny's thigh going a little too high for my liking. As I downed my drink, I slammed my glass down on the surface of the bar, nearly shattering it into pieces. About to make my way over there I felt a tight grip around my forearm.

I turned my head, glaring at the person who grabbed me only for my facial expression to soften. “Roman, I-”

“Don’t do it.” Roman let go of my arm. “He’s following Orders, Simon.”

I frowned and looked back at the common area where Damian was sitting and laughing with Bad Bunny. “I know.” I grumbled but I knew Roman heard me over the loud music. 

“You know if I’m not mistaken I’d believe you’re jealous of Damian.” Roman had a smug look on his face.

“Excuse me?” I blinked.

“Bad Bunny is giving all of this attention to Damian and here you are getting nothing, I think you crave attention from Bunny.” Roman’s eyes never left the two men sitting on the couch.

I traced over Roman’s face trying to see if he was joking or not, I skimmed my eyes towards Damian and Bad Bunny. Bad Bunny’s hand ran over Damian’s forearm that was resting in his lap, the rapper leaned closer to Damian, their lips merely inches away from one another. Bad Bunny’s hand left Damian’s forearm, now resting upon his thigh, slowly tracing upwards and cupping Damian’s clothed cock. 

I snapped my head away from the two, not standing to watch any longer. “I am not jealous.” 

“Oh yeah?” Roman chuckled, his eyes looking me up and down, he leaned towards me, his mouth resting upon my ear. “Your cock says otherwise.” He whispered, with that Roman walked away to go attend other matters.

Standing there alone with my cock pressed hard against my zipper and face beat red, I looked back over towards my boyfriend and his tag team partner. Roman was right, I was jealous that I wasn’t getting attention from the famous rapper. 

Swallowing my pride, I started to maneuver my way through the dancing people and headed towards the two men talking and laughing to one another. As I approached, Damian gave me a stern look where Bad Bunny tilted his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, looking up at me. 

My eyes darted towards Bad Bunny’s hand resting on Damien’s inner thigh, I looked back up at them and cleared my throat. “Room for one more?” 

“Always.” Damian purred. 

I sat next to Damian where he was now in between myself and Bad Bunny. My hand rested upon Damian’s inner thigh, leaning forwards towards him I gave a slight grin. “How about we show Bad Bunny what a good time we have during raves?” 

“You mean it?” Damian asked wide eyed.

“Yeah, I mean it.” My eyes darted to his mouth, back up to his eyes, leaning forward I pressed my lips against his. A soft moan escaped Damian as our lips danced against each other. My hand roamed over his lap heading further in between his legs only to cup his hard dick. 

Pulling away I smirked at Damian. “Did Bad Bunny here get you hard?” My eyes slid over to Bad Bunny who had a nervous expression on his face. 

“Yeah he did and he’s not doing anything about it.” Damian put on his best pouty face which made me laugh. 

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll do something about it.” With that I gave Damian one last kiss and pulled away, slipping down the leather couch I wedged myself in between Damian’s legs. “Hey Bunny?”

“Y- Yeah?” Bad Bunny swallowed the lump in his throat. 

“Do me a favor and keep Damian’s lips warm.” I winked at him, my hands quickly going to work and unbuttoning Damian’s tight pants. 

“Reall-” Before Bad Bunny could even speak, Damian grabbed Bunny’s collar and pulled him closer, pressing their mouths against each other.

Fishing out Damian’s hard cock, I noticed his balls were slightly heavier than before. It’s been a long while since this man has had an orgasm. Inching closer to Damian, I wrapped my mouth around his large aching member. Myself and Damian moaned at the same time. My tongue swirled around his cock, slowly inching down.

“Fuck, Simon.” Damian moaned out, pushing his hips upwards. Grabbing his waist, I pinned him down to the couch cushions, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked faster. 

“H- Holy shit, Simo-” Damian was cut off as Bunny pulled him in for another hot kiss. As Damian’s cock was down my throat, I tried my best watching my boyfriend get tongue fucked by Bad Bunny. Watching Damian get dominated by Bad Bunny made my cock stir. Reaching down, I rubbed myself through my jeans to slightly get relief. 

“Si, wait I- I don’t want to come yet.” Damian moaned as he pulled away from the kiss. That didn’t stop me, bobbing my head up and down Damian’s long shaft, I slightly gagged as the tip of his cock pushed deeper down my tight throat. 

Damian tossed his head back moaning loudly as Bad Bunny kissed and marked his neck. My speed stayed the same, my tongue swirled along his veins as my hands cupped his heavy sac. I was craving to have his come stuffed down my throat, it’s been so long since every conversation we’d have turned into an argument. 

I moaned as Damian’s hand ran through my locks only to grunt as he tugged at the strands of my hair. “Fuck, yes. Just like that Simon, fuck baby.” Damian buckled his hips up. My jaw ached as it slacked and I tried to force myself to take all of Damian’s size. 

Feeling his hot cock twitch deep in my throat I knew he was close. As I massaged his balls and sucked him off, precome and saliva collected around the corners of my mouth, dipping down my chin. My saliva gave his cock more lubricant so he could shove further down my throat. With a loud moan Damian’s hot seed was spurting down my throat. My eyes watered as Damian’s hand didn’t move from the back of my head, keeping my head still as he buckled his waist upwards. “Fuck.” He growled. “Good boy Simon, taking daddy’s seed.” 

After swallowing all of Damian’s seed I pulled away with a smirk and licked my lips collecting extra come. “Man, you guys really know how to party.” Bad Bunny panted, his lips were swollen from making out with Damian and he had a tent pitched in his pants showing how hard he was from the scene he was involved in.

“Oh, we’re just getting started.” Damian raised his hand and snapped his fingers and on cue Hunter came up from behind grabbed Bad Bunny by the jaw, forcing his mouth open. 

“Hey man, what the fuck!” Bad Bunny screamed, squirming against Hunter’s strength as his mouth was pried open. 

Damian brought his mouth to his wrist, biting his skin, blood oozed out of the puncture wound. Damian forced his bleeding wrist upon Bad Bunny’s mouth. “Get off!” Bad Bunny kicked and clawed at Hunter trying to get the larger man off. Bad Bunny spit and coughed trying not to swallow the blood.

As I saw Bad Bunny struggling to drink Damian’s blood I approached in front of him. Reaching for his nose, I pinched his nostrils together as Damian held his wrist tightly to his mouth, forcing him to drink the blood and Hunter held him in place. Watching Bad Bunny’s adam’s apple bob I knew he swallowed a portion of the red ooze. 

I pulled my arm away, smirking. “Now, was that so bad?” 

Bad Bunny glared at me as Damian pulled his wrists away. Bad Bunny’s mouth was covered in blood, where it was even dripping down his neck. The remaining blood he had in his mouth he spit it at me, spraying it all over my face and clothes. “You fucking bastard!” I barked, quickly grabbing his jaw in one swift move I twisted his neck, breaking it, his lifeless body went limp.

“Simon!” Damian yelled, standing up. His pants were now back around his waist with his cock tucked in as if nothing happened.

“He spit on me, look at me!” I gestured to myself as the warm thick blood dripped down from my face. I used the back of my hand to wipe the blood off of me. 

“We don’t know if he drank the blood or not, you could have killed him!” 

Standing there with a huff I looked at the lifeless body of Bad Bunny. “He swallowed it, I saw his adams apple bob.” I informed Damian.

“You better be right about his or Roman is going to fucking kill us. He wanted the Bad Bunny in the picture.” Damian groaned out in frustration. 

“Look, let’s just get him to the bedroom and once he wakes up we’ll start the real fun, okay?” 

Damian didn’t say anything as he watched Bad Bunny trying to see any signs of life. “Okay fine.” 

“Okay, I think I might have killed him.” I confessed as I stared at Bad Bunny laying on the large bed, sprawled out. 

“I fucking knew you did! You did that on purpose!” Damian hissed, his hands came to his face and groaned. “Roman is going to fucking kill us.” 

As I looked over Bad Bunny’s body I soon jumped to the loud sound of gasping air. Bad Bunny shot up, his eyes wide staring at me and Damian. Bunny quickly patted himself over and even touched his face and lips, pulling his fingers back he tried to see if there was anything on them. “I had the most fucked up dream.” He breathed.

“I knew I didn’t kill him.” I smiled proudly over at Damian who’s eyes darkened at me. “Okay, maybe I did have very little hope he was going to change.”

“C- Change?” Bunny asked with an eyebrow arched. 

Damian and I gave each other one last glance before we sat at the foot of the bed. “Bunny, listen, things are going to be a little weird from now on. Okay?” Damian said. 

“Is this because Simon was sucking you off while we were kissing?” He looked back and forth between me and Damian. “I- I’m sorry if I made things awkward. Oh god.” Bunny clenched his stomach. “Why am I so hungry?” He groaned.

“Bunny, no not that.” I laughed. “We’re talking about why you’re hungry. You’re no longer human. You’re one of us now, a vampire.” I smiled, purposely showing off my sharp fangs.

“A vampire?” He asked, squinting in confusion. “I don’t understand. So,” he paused, his fingers dragging across his bottom lip. “So that wasn’t a dream?” 

“It was not.” There was a knock at the door. Damian stood up and went to answer it.

As the door opened there revealed a large Roman. “I predict that everything went well?” Roman asked, handing Damian a blood bag.

“Yes sir. He’s now waking up and we’re about to feed him.” Damian took the large bag from Roman’s hands.

“Good. I expect the other half to go well.” Roman nodded towards me which made me arch my eyebrow in confusion. What was going on?

“Yes sir.” With that Damian shut the door and made his way back to the bed. “Here, drink this.” Damian handed Bad Bunny the bag of dark oozing blood. 

Bad Bunny stared at the bag, the blood slightly sloshed around. “I- I can’t.” Bunny shoved the bag back towards Damian.

“Bunny, you need to eat this or else you’ll become unhinged and trust me,” My eyes drifted towards Damian, remembering all of the times I’ve put him through because I didn’t want to drink blood. “You don’t want that.” 

“But that’s blood.” Bunny’s face was slowly becoming a lighter shade as if he was going to get sick. 

“Bunny I swear if I have to feed you like a bird I will.” I growled, my fist clenching as I grew more impatient. 

“Simon.” Damian’s brow narrowed at my attitude. “Go sit over at the chair.” He ordered.

Sighing out loud I stood up from the bed and sat down in a cushioned single chair with my arms folded. 

“Now Bunny, I’m going to get you through this and I’ll even reward you.” Damian brought the bag up to his face and ripped it open with his teeth. 

“Reward me with what?” Bunny’s voice was soft and concerned as he watched Damian spit out the plastic somewhere on the floor. 

“You’ll have to finish your dinner to find out.” I watched as Damian brought the bag back up to his lips, he squeezed a little bit of the liquid into his mouth, leaning towards Bunny he pressed his lips against the rappers and slowly started to make out. I watched as the blood slightly dripped from their mouths onto the bed sheets. 

Bunny moaned against Damian’s lips, swallowing the blood Bunny pulled away licking his ruby lips. “It tastes sweet.” He breathed. 

“Such a good boy.” Damian smiled, pouring a little more blood back into his mouth, he soon straddled Bunny’s lap and reconnected his lips onto Bunny's, pouring the blood into his mouth as they shared a kiss.

Shifting in my seat at the sight of my boyfriend straddling Bunny, my still aching cock was trapped in my jeans. Hearing the soft sweet moans from the two men made me whimper.

“Is someone being impatient over there?” Damian asked, looking over his shoulder. 

My eyes stared at his pump ass as it was straddling Bunny’s clothed cock. “N- no.” I swallowed. 

“Good.” Damian went back to feeding Bunny, pouring the blood into his mouth and transferring it to him. This went on until the clear bag full of blood was empty. “Feel better?” Damian asked, his hips rolling over Bunny’s cock.

“Y- Yes, but- fuck.” Bunny groaned, tossing his head back as his hands gripped Damian’s waist. “You’re making me so hard.” Bunny cried out.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you. This is your reward.” Damian’s hand fiddled with Bunny’s Gucci belt. Tossing the leather strap somewhere on the floor he then started to unfasten his pants. “Oh look at you, so hard.” Damian’s hand dipped into Bunny’s boxers as he started to stroke the rapper's cock.

Bunny’s jaw dropped as Damian started to stroke him. “F- Fuck, yes I’m so hard. You made me this hard.” Whimpers escaped from his lips.

My mouth began to water at the sight of Damian playing with Bunny. A loud whimper left my throat grabbing the attention of Damian. “You can stay there and watch. This is his reward.” 

Swallowing, I nodded only to squeeze my thighs together and rest my hand upon my growing cock, I slowly massaged myself to get some sort of friction going.

With a blink of an eye Damian used his quick speed and undressed himself and Bunny. The two were now fully nude, Bunny was in the middle of the king size bed where Damian was hovering over him like a predator. “Now, since you’re a vampire, everything is going to be better. Your vision, hearing, taste and even how things feel.” Damian dragged his fingers down Bunny’s chest and stomach, he eyed his cock only to grab at the base making Bunny gasp loudly.

My eyes were glued on the two Puerto Rican men getting tangled up with one another on the large bed. My hand dipped into my pants about to grab ahold of my cock. It was as if Damian had eyes in the back of his hand. “You don’t get to touch your cock until you’re told to.” A soft whine left my lips as I pulled my hand back, gripping the arm rest my nails dug deep.

Damian tossed Bunny’s legs around his waist. “The orgasms are to die for.” Damian winked, bringing his palm to his mouth he bit into it, blood poured into his hand. He wrapped his bloody hand around his hard cock, lubing it. “Hmm, fuck.” Damian purred, stroking himself hard. Lining himself towards Bunny’s entrance he slowly nudged his bloody cock inside.

Bunny made soft yelps and whimpers as Damian’s thick cock pushed past his snug walls. “Oooh fuck, you’re gripping me so tight.” Damian praised, his head hung low as if he was trying to control himself from orgasming right then and there. Bunny’s hands were lazily tracing all over his own chest, pinching his nipples with one hand and the other cupping and stroking his cock.

“Are you okay?” Damian asked in a soft tone, his eyes tracing over Bunny.

“Please, stuff me full daddy.” Bunny whined.

Hearing Bunny beg to be fucked had me biting my bottom lip. My cock begged to be touched as my mouth watered with anticipation, waiting to join the two. 

“Oh, so needy.” Damian snapped his hips in a quick motion, fully resting inside of Bunny. Bunny howled out a moan, arching his back as he gripped the sheets underneath him. “So responsive.” Damian chuckled, dragging his hips back he pushed forward again, starting to pick up a pace of his liking.

“Fuck, yes. Don’t stop, please.” Bunny panted, his head pressed firmly against the plushy pillows as Damian’s hips kept snapping against him. “Feels so good.”

I gripped the bottom of my shirt, ripping it off of me. My hands wandered over my stomach, trailing towards my chest. My nipples were soon in between my fingers as I pinched and tweaked at them. Breathless moans left my throat as my nipples tightened.

“You take my cock so well, such a good boy.” Damian grunted, skin against skin echoed in the room as Damian’s thrust picked up. “Fuck, might just have to make you my own personal slut.”

A whimper left my throat at the thought of that, the thought of Damian not needing me anymore made my heart slightly crack. Damian must have noticed as he looked over his shoulder at me with a smirk. “Our own personal slut, would you like that Simon?” Damian corrected himself.

I nodded my head yes, actually liking the idea of Bad Bunny under myself and Damian, pleasing us whenever we wanted.

“F- Fuck yes please! I want to be your personal little slut.” Bunny sobbed out. 

“Well you heard him, Simon.” Damian grunted in between words. “Get over here and ride him like the whore he is.” 

As soon as Damian’s words hit my ears I was up, undressed and straddling Bunny in no time with my super speed. My raging hard cock propped against my stomach as my hole clenched around nothingness, begging to be filled. Damian held the base of Bunny’s cock, angling it at the right position. “Lean back.” Damian’s free hand held my waist helping guide myself onto Bunny’s cock. 

A relief sigh left my lips as Bunny’s raw cock entered me. “Fuck, he’s so big.” I hummed, swiveling my hips as I slowly sank down Bunny’s length. Looking down to see Bunny’s reaction I couldn’t help but to laugh at how cock drunk he looked. “It looks like he can’t handle it.” I teased as I rose myself up only to be pushed back down.

“I- I can- fuck, it just feels so good.” Bunny sobbed as I kept riding him at a slow pace.

“Now Simon, don’t tease.” Damian warned behind me as he trailed kisses all over the back of my shoulder to my neck. “Show Bunny a good time.” A loud yelp escaped my lips as Damian’s rough hand slapped against my ass cheek. 

Moaning lowly as I started to pick up the pace, I slammed down on Bunny’s cock while Damian behind me was thrusting against Bunny’s tight ass. Damian’s hand wrapped around my throat, giving it a tight grip as he pinned my back against his toned stomach. “Feel so good.” He murmured.

Each time I drove my hips downwards, Bunny’s hips would buck up making all three of us moan at the movements. “I’m going to come.” Bunny whined, sweat beading down his forehead as he screwed his eyes shut.

“Fuck, me too.” Damian grunted.

“M- My cock, please.” I choked. 

“Fuck, you can touch yourself baby.” Damian nearly forgot to give me permission to touch myself which made me want to curse at him. The thought of cussing him out left my brain as I felt Bad Bunny’s hand wrap around my precome leaking cock. 

“Oh god, Bunny.” My hips jutter against him, grinding against his cock, hitting all the right places. 

“Come for me,  Bunny. Fuck, I want to feel your come inside me.” I whined, quickly grinding faster against Bunny. 

Loud moans echoed all around the bedroom from the three of us. Damian’s hands gripped my waist, helping me bounce on Bunny’s large cock, I sobbed as I slammed down on his thickness with the rhythm of Bunny’s hand stroking me.

“Fuck, I’m coming, I’m fucking com- coming.” Damian growled, his hips slamming faster as he fucked deeper into Bunny. 

“Oh god, fuck yes!” Bunny moaned loudly as Damian filled his greedy hole with his seed, triggering Bunny’s orgasm. Arching my back as I felt Bad Bunny’s seed filling me with his large load, I screamed out his name.

I had to give Bunny credit, with the powerful orgasm Damian fucked out of him, he never stopped his movements on my cock. Looking down, my jaw slacked as I cried out, spraying my come all over Bunny’s chest and chin. “Oh my god.” I sobbed, my whole body shaking from the aftermath. I collapsed on top of Bunny, not caring about the sticky mess in between us, his cock still stuffed in my ass while Damian slowly pulled out of Bunny.

“You know, you ride more of a whore than I am.” Bunny whispered in my ear. 

A blush rose upon my cheeks as I hid my face in his neck. “It’s been awhile since I’ve gotten fucked, shut up.” I told him.

Damian came back with a wet washcloth, cleaning in between Bunny’s thighs, he helped me off of Bunny’s cock and started to clean me up. I collapsed beside Bunny, catching my breath.

“So, does this mean I’m in the club?” Bunny propped himself up on his elbows, looking at us.

“Hmm kinda.” I licked my lips, remembering about the ritual he needed to do in order to officially get in.

“But we don’t have to worry about that right now.” Damian tossed the wet messy cloth into the dirty hamper. “Sleep. The both of you.” Damian eyed me as I was about to protest. “I need to speak with our leader, you two need to get your rest just in case we have to go again with our Tribal Chief.” With that Damian got dressed and left the room with myself and Bad Bunny.

“So…” I trailed my finger over his chest. “I’m not really that tired.” 

Bad Bunny gave me a lazy smirk. “Me either.” He wiggled his eyebrows making me straddle him once more.

#damian priest #damian priest smut #bad bunny #bad bunny smut #wrestling #male x male x male #wrestling smut #wwe smut #wwe fanfic #wwe one shots #wrestling one shots #wrestling blog #wrestling fanfiction #wrestling stories #wrestling short stories #damian priest one shot

[unohanadaydreams]

Finding out about the origins of Soul Society as we know it from CFYOW has made me insane. It like 70% of all my Bleach thoughts lately. (under the cut is just pure, unrestrained rambling)

I am lusting for a universe in which they just dropped the reveal in TYBW.

The fact that the singular world being suited to Quincy and the altered three worlds being suited to Shinigami sets up the shinigami to be this ultra-paranoid, insular power that sets genocide upon any race not their own in fear that their secret will get out and some new race (Vizards. Arrancar. Fullbringer.) will over take them and remake the worlds in THEIR image..... (unless of course they agree to be loyal to the Seireitei. But still only AFTER they try to kill them first, usually.) Let alone how they treat Quincy, who a reverted world would suit completely.

The hints they drop about the world being singular & belonging more to the Quincy are THERE. Even my dumb ass picked that up in my re-read I posted snippets of. But it is just so sad they couldn’t have the reveal be where it was most relevant--in the literal war between Shinigami and Quincy. Between the world as we were introduced and the world as it was created.

I also started re-reading the TYBW arc (again.....)  and even the Shutara scale is an inversion to hint that reaching singularity/understanding/Nirvana among all beings is disastrous for Shinigami. (Which strongly hints Shutara was brought to the Royal Guard for coming to understanding of just what she was protecting with her invention). I think maybe I posted about that before but I can’t remember. Other stuff like Komamura’s grandfather? I know I did. Because it still makes me incredibly feral and it’s so well set up but we NEVER GET THE PAY OFF.

The way this fully builds up the conflict of Shinigami vs Quincy to be a battle of who gets to benefit the world by winning the right to alter it to reflect their powers and who gets to be hunted down en masse.....Like what a bleak fucking conflict. What a fitting reveal for that arc.

I honestly prefer this reveal to most of the ‘don’t you realize revenge has consequences’ stand stills that took its place.  I think a system that’s endured and flourished by successfully remaking the world in their image and killing anything that they think could even possibly threaten them (including their own kind!) doesn’t get to say ‘): if you get revenge on me you’re not really winning, actually it makes YOU bad too. worse than me, even.’

Seireitei is a society created and kept in fear for a reason and at some point you have to put down the ‘revenge is bad’ and just show me the fucked up stuff that earned such an enduring vow of revenge from someone like Yhwach. Literally, he has been fighting the Seireitei for well over a thousand years. He is retribution incarnate. And those who know are TERRIFIED of him.

 And I find the ideas of ‘who is more Just--someone with everything to lose and afraid to lose it or someone with nothing to lose and unafraid to lose it?’ and ‘who is more Deserving--someone who can protect or someone who failed to protect?’ and ‘What is Sin--that which is admitted or that which is hidden?’  a lot more interesting and entertaining.

I just think its all so neat. Like, I think its horrifying for the main cast, especially the Karakura gang because the Hell Arc definitely seems like it plans on exploring the idea of that ‘original sin’ committed by Shinigami--for creating their own afterlife and forsaking the original Hell. Continually paying for the sin of thinking they could create the Pure Land and bungling it so, so bad.

#aita for chopping this god into pieces and using his body to hold up my three worlds because I thought I could protect the world better #than him? #i go insane for conflicts that can never have a clear resolution #ones that will never meaningfully end #but also what a thing to create a conflict that can literally never be resolved #because the working logic is that one race will rule and the other will be killed of by the ruling out of fear #like neither shinigami or quincy will ever trust one another enough to live together meaningfully #as groups #im not counting Ichigo and Uryu because lmao #anyway this is truly just fucking word salad

[ananke-xiii]

“First Blood” is a bad SPN episode. It’s no surprise to me because I don’t like Andrew Dabb’s writing style and the reason why I don’t like it is because plot and ideas don’t go hand in hand in his episodes. I can clearly see what he has in mind and sometimes it's cool stuff. But then I can also clearly see how the plot was just a second thought because it’s inconsistent both within the episode and the season at large. I’ll use this episode to explain what I mean.

The three main ideas of this episode are:

Castiel feels depressed, useless and close to the human equivalent of a mental breakdown. At the beginning of the season he thought Dean was dead and Sam was captured and he was cast away 3h from Lebanon with no idea what to do next. He feels guilty because he had a hand in letting Lucifer out of the Cage and he thinks it’s now his responsibility to fix the situation. He’s forced to work with Crowley and he's not too happy about it and now that they’ve presumably trapped Lucifer, he has lost Kelly and Sam and Dean got captured. Again. The angel is not doing good and he’s primed for committing a reckless act. So this episode’s focus is putting Castiel in a situation where he’s forced to snap. And honestly, I like this idea, it’s a cool idea.

Apart from the ghost in “The Foundry” so far the season has offered only human MoTW and the big enemy of the season, not including Lucifer, is the BMoL, also human. Having the brothers fight against supposedly high-skilled soldiers equals to a possibly good action scene, Rambo-style and, why not? Honestly, I’m in. I always enjoy when they decide to remind us how scary Sam and Dean are and how we only see them fighting the “good” (well, more or less but bear with me for my argument’ sake) fight against “evil”. But these two guys were literally trained like soldiers by their soldier father, they can take a person out in matter of seconds and if one day they get out of the wrong side of bed they might just start an Apocalypse Now. Just saying. So again, cool, I’m in, great idea.

Minor but important, it’s time to show what the BMoL have to offer to American hunters. We also need a big reason for Mary, being this season’s keystone, to join them. Now, this I don’t particularly like but that’s just me hating on the BMoL storyline so don’t mind me.

And now, the plot:

Cas calls Mary for help. Sam and Dean are locked in a super-secret super hidden facility. Mick starts the recruiting process of the American hunters but things don’t go very well. Mary gets angry at Cas so Cas gets even more depressed and feels even more useless. So of course he asks Crowley for help. Crowley can’t help for two reasons: his spies don’t know what happened to Sam and Dean because it’s “above their paygrade” and he also doesn’t care. He knows that the brothers will get out one way or another and, frankly, he’s right but not the point here. Weeks pass, Mary continues hunting solo (and all her law enforcement contacts are retired or dead), Sam and Dean go a little crazy in their cells. Cas feels powerless, he can’t find the brothers and he can’t even work a case. Things aren’t good for anybody. Shocker: Sam and Dean are found dead in their cells, what happened? Mary shows remorse for how she’s treated Cas by handling the case he was unable to solve. Surprise! Sam and Dean are alive, they escape. Dean calls Cas and tells him their location, more or less. It’s not specific but it’s something. Cas meets up with Mary to go there and, again, he thinks that maybe Crowley and Rowena can help. Mary says no. Cas has an idea. Surprise! It’s the BMoL (again, Cas is desperate but it looks like Cas kept Mick’s phone number, huh?). Meanwhile Sam and Dean are in a forest running from soldiers. Ketch knows where Sam and Dean were held, it’s a secret base that officially doesn’t exist (bear in mind we’re fed this piece of info at min 27). Sam and Dean win against trained soldiers and they reunite with Mary and Cas. Turns out they were dead because Dean summoned Billie and Sam and he made a deal with her: she helped them escape in exchange for one Winchester. Mary offers herself up but Cas reaches his limit and he commits the reckless act: he kills Billie. Mary is ready to listen what the BMoL has to offer.

The inconstancies:

May I remind you that Castiel is an Angel of the Lord? No, no, that’s not it. May I remind you that Castiel knows and practices magic? No, that’s not it again. Ah, yes. May I remind you that Castiel is an Angel of the Lord who knows and practices magic and lives in a bunker filled with esoteric books? Books that surely contain info on tracking spells (as if Castiel needs a book for a spell, but let’s pretend for a moment). And the same goes for when Cas was looking for Sam in “Keep Calm and Carry On”, another Dabb’s episode. Why doesn’t he let them use magic? Or at least show that they try to use magic and somehow they fail or… something. I mean, come on. Is it only me? Okay, maybe it’s just me, let’s move on (but this is so fun to me because, incidentally, the way to solve all problems in S13 is magic and spells so, you know, be careful for you wish for, I guess).

Crowley says his spies don’t know shit because it’s above their paygrade but we’ve seen a woman spilling the tea on the president just one episode prior. The two things may not  be necessarily connected but this woman was literally in the same room with the president of the United States, I don’t think she was a small fish. But fine, okay, Crowley lies so who knows? Still, it’s kinda weird that the King of Hell doesn’t have people in the top-tier levels of American politics. I guess he only rules over the LA music industry scene.

Mary says that all her law enforcement contacts are retired or dead but hello? She met Jody, a literal sheriff, some episodes before. And Cas could’ve called her too, for help. But no, let’s add something incorrect just for the fun of it. The line could’ve been: Jody is trying to help us but this is above her paygrade, ah no wait, it’s already been used, lol.

Sam and Dean’s deal with Billie: wtf was that? These guys know how to summon cosmic entities. Dean is Crowley’s ex, ffs, the moment he calls the King of Hell is at his feet (even if he can’t be bothered to actively look for Dean it doesn’t mean he cannot be summoned). Let’s pretend they tried and it didn’t work, although it’s very weak but fine. It makes sense that Dean calls Billie next since she helped him in “Celebrating the Life of Asa Fox”. No, wait, Dean owes Billie one why would she help him? Okay, fine, let’s pretend, again, that she agrees. She'd like to see them dead, after all. What I wanna know now is why do Sam and Dean make a deal with Billie to make them die so they can escape from the prison, only to meet up at midnight to hold up their end of the deal? Can’t she just teleport them away from their cells and collect her payment for services rendered right there and then? It makes ZERO sense. Also, uhm, Sam and Dean can... pray to Cas??? They don't know where they are, of course, but they can at least communicate with him, so... Just saying.

About the action scene: Sam and Dean are portrayed as scary dudes that can take down high-level soldiers. However, they also care about human lives and don’t kill the soldiers. Excuse me? Like, by now they’re totally okay with killing people possessed by demons but they draw the line at soldiers whose literal job is war? So civilians are good but soldiers “are just doing their job”? Yes, Dean, exactly, they are doing their job, unlike poor possessed civilians! I’m not saying they should have killed the soldiers, I’m just saying that the episode makes a point of showing&telling us that they don’t want to kill them (because they can take them down just like that) and it sounds hypocritical to me. Especially when by the end of the same episode we have a black woman that gets stabbed in the back for no real reason (she was not the enemy there, she was collecting her right payment). I know the two things are not related and that Ketch will ultimately kill all these poor people but, visually speaking, it sends sort of a very wrong message. And let’s be real again, it makes ZERO sense.

I don’t wanna insist but Dean calls Cas and he gives him a fucking location and still nobody thinks of a tracking spell, instead they need the BMoL and their stupid satellite because “the place doesn’t officially exist”. So what does it mean? That magic cannot see it? I’m confused and also, I don’t think so. Cas says they might need back up and Ketch asks him what they should expect so one might think that they need the BMoL to fight the soldiers but no! Nothing happens! Apart from Ketch assasinating a whole unit of soldiers by himself. I’m going crazy over this stuff because I cannot believe this shit.

Finally, all this stuff was supposed to elicit some interest in Mary towards the BMoL but… they haven’t really done anything, have they? They haven’t even fought against monsters, they basically just provided them with a satellite. Which, okay cool, but still. It doesn’t sound like a compelling enough reason to hear them out but maybe it’s just me and I’m being too anal by now.

Okay, I hope I’ve proved my point. “First Blood” is a bad episode because it doesn’t make sense at all in terms of plot. It contradicts a lot of stuff that we’ve seen in past episodes, it makes Cas act as if he’s dumb, Sam and Dean indeed make a stupid deal in the literal sense of the word because they could’ve been killed by the soldiers or being imprisoned again before Billie could collect her payment. All this fuss for an lukewarm escape-from-prison action scene. Meh.

#spn #supernatural #spn s12 #spn season 12 #spn rewatch #first blood #castiel #mary winchester #billie

[polyphonical]

Red Hot Island - Chapter 7

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Location: Aquaria Park (Slides)

<Afternoon. The event has started>

Chiaki: ARE YOU READY TO FIND THIS TREASUREEEEEEEE!?

Leo: YEAAAAAAAAAAH!

Chiaki: DO YOU WANT TO GO TO NEW YOOOOOOORK!?

Leo: YEAAAAAAAAAAH!

Chiaki: If you win, you’re in heaven! If you lose, you’ll go to hell! It’s time to raise our strength, intelligence, stamina, and luck!

Eichi: Shut up, both of you. You’re too loud. You don’t have to raise the tension every single time.

Kaoru: And, what’d you mean by New York……?

Chiaki: AHAHAH ☆ I was so excited, I ended up referencing The Trans America U*tra Quiz [1]!

Eichi: Anyways. Back to the subject at hand. Let’s review the rules again for the sake of clarity.

Teams are made up of pairs of two. That means that Chiaki will be with me, and Hakaze will be with Tsukinaga-kun.

The rules say that somewhere hidden in the pool area is the pirate’s treasure. Each team has been given a treasure map, correct?

Participants will have to solve riddles found around the map at random. There, they will end up at the hidden treasure.

The time limit is one hour. Once the hour is over, or if the treasure is found, the Adventurers Guild―― That is, the resort―― will call the teams together.

The rules state you have to take the treasure there and have the Guild assess whether or not it’s the actual treasure that the pirates left behind.

Well, setting aside, the game is basically focused on orienteering [2]. That’s all. So, is everyone prepared?

Chiaki: Yes! I’ve been ready to go at any time ☆

Kaoru: I’m also good. Then, Tsukinaga-kun, shall we go find the treasure?

Leo: Yup! Alright then, bye bye~♪

Eichi: Alright then. I think it’s time for us to start treasure hunting as well, Chiaki.

Chiaki: Okay umm. Opening the map…

The first question says... “Three slender tall people, all with hands full of children. What is this?” Hm, why does it sound more like a riddle than a code?

Eichi: Well, it’s to be expected, isn’t it? This is a family friendly waterslide event.

The main goal was to create something that children can enjoy. If the children are happy, the parents are also happy. That’s what a family-oriented business is all about.

Chiaki: Ahh. That’s something I can understand. Tokusatsu is pretty much the same way. A lot of cast members are chosen with the mothers in mind, and a lot of the toys can even be enjoyed by adults too.

Hmm…… Now I’m wondering if it’s okay for us to do our best at this… Won’t we be pushing aside the children who want to find the treasure too?

We even said we were going to get first place when the event started…

Eichi: Ah, yes, you don’t have to worry about that. It’d be unfair if adults and children had the same riddles.

The difficulty changes during the middle of the game depending on if you’re an adult or a child. There is also a second treasure just for the kids too.

Chiaki: Really? That makes me feel better! Then, we can definitely give it our all!

Hmm… Tall people with hands full of children… I still don’t know what this means.

Eichi: ………

I think it’s those 3 palm trees over there. Look, the way the coconuts are placed by the leaves. Doesn’t it look like the palm trees are holding children?

Chiaki: ! Ohh, I see! I can totally see what you mean! Then, let’s go to those palm trees!

Location: Aquaria Park (Cove)

Chiaki: We came here pretty quickly, but from here I don’t see anything… What about you, Tenshouin?

Eichi: …… Hm? Hey, isn’t this it Chiaki?

Chiaki: Yeah? What is it?

Ah. This tree… Well, there’s definitely hiragana written at the base of it isn’t here…?

Um…… “Oatsua”? What is that? This list just looks like a bunch of scrambled up hiragana…

Eichi: ………

Could I see the map please? … Hmm, the second question says “Atage” and there’s a picture of a strawberry next to it.

If we look at this like a cipher, we can solve it by shifting down a syllable. So, if we shift the letters we have on the palm tree, we’ll get……

Chiaki: ! ―― “Bottom of the ocean!” [3]

That’s definitely that area at the bottom of the waterslide we were at earlier! It was made to look like the bottom of the ocean! Let’s go!

Eichi: Ah, Chiaki!

…Sigh, seriously. He ran way too fast.

Well, I do know that quick to move aspect of Chiaki is one of his virtues.

He’s always made it hard for people to follow his lead ーー Whether it be now or in the past.

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Chiaki is referencing this gameshow called The Trans America Ultra Quiz. Got no idea what it's about but thanks

If you're like me (has no clue what orienteering is and definitely had to look it up) this is a copy paste definition ! "a competitive sport in which participants find their way to various checkpoints across rough country with the aid of a map and compass, the winner being the one with the lowest elapsed time."

Omg okay this one was really fun to do I hope you guys can follow along. Okay so look at this chart. So basically, Eichi and Chiaki got the hint that strawberry was equal to "Atage." Strawberry in Japanese is "ichigo." So it's telling you that it's a word scramble and you have to move every letter down by one. A becomes I, TA becomes CHI, and GE becomes GO. This means that the cypher they got, Oatsua, has to be solved the same way. O becomes KA, A comes I, TSU becomes TE, and A becomes I. This turns Oatsua into Kaitei, meaning bottom of the ocean !!!

#ensemble stars #enstars #ensemble stars translation #enstars translation #chiaki morisawa #leo tsukinaga #eichi tenshouin #kaoru hakaze #polyphonical #red hot island

[dhmisocsquad]

DHMIS OC HUNGER GAMES!

Today is the big day! The squad is set, and tensions are high. Who will win the epic head pats from Tony? All that, and more, NOW!

Our Cast for this Hunger Games! From top to left-

-Alice the Painting @eriiisc​

-Molly the Mailbox @syazam-whazam​

-Confetti Joe @sonia-aquamarineson​

-Aida Medhart the Medkit @raindrop-righteous​

-Ross @redmodc

-Shade the Sunglasses @ridiculous-concepts​

-TeVi @creative-time​

-Tina @brazzilianbuddy​

LET THE GAMES BEGIN!

The simple health shape grabs a sword and the literal cigarette is surprisingly not bright, this game already unhinged. 

Becky is not playing around.

A team-up already? Neat!

That concludes the opening blood bath, still a lot of ocs alive! However, the day is not over...

Damn... A visceral kill from Howdy.  😳

Just love how stuff is popping off in this pic, and TeVi is just looking for water.

A wild skirmish ended Alice’s and Ross’ time in the games. And that horse is definitely more bloodthirsty than it seems...

same.

Wholesome partnership, haha. Now for something less wholesome...

A salute to our fallen tributes... Ross and Alice fought well! Now, night falls...

I WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS BACK TO BACK, WHAT IN THE WORLD.

Psychological or physical?

.....what?

A crazy first night, that's for sure. Next day!

DAY 2

A brutal start to day 2!

Tina’s off chasing butteflies, and Aida team-up with a triangle to hunt other ocs. I am really loving this game so far 😂

A Molly and Shade team-up and Confetti Joe offs cigarette... Good! Never liked that guy anyways. And now, we pay our respecs...

R.I.P TeVi, they never got to kill anyone. :’(  Also I still can’t believe they drowned the rain.

same. 

Awww, a nice moment between Molly and Aida amidst the chaos!

Colin doesn’t want to live on this planet anymore, and I can totally imagine Sketchbook fending them off a stick.

DAY 3

WOW.

THAT TINY ASS TRIANGLE KILLED TINA, OH MY GOD

AW MAN. Aida and Tina fought so hard! AND TINA GETS TAKEN OUT BY A GODDAMN TRIANGLE  💀💀

And with those unfortunate causalities, there’s more dead than alive... We’ve officially reached the HALFWAY POINT.

Currently still in the game is Molly the mailbox, Shade the Sunglasses, and Confetti Joe!

Who will prevail? Who will fail? How many times am I gonna ask similar questions? Not for long, because we’re hurdling toward the end game!

These are two totally different people, haha.

An object with no body and limbs helps an object with no body, yea okay.

......................yea okay. Moving on to a special event!

DAY 4 - THE FEAST

raw meat fight. Raw Meat Fight. RAW MEAT FIGHT! RAW MEAT FIGHT!

rip goop guy and horse.

Lmao, thats one way to go, ig 😂

Rest in reeses pieces.

The alliance of a century continue to support each other!

Shade probably started that fire illegally somehow.

At least she died with a smile on her face :’)

DAY 5

Damn they wrecked that guy’s shit!

F.

Colin canonically died from missing Alice.

Mans is humming with no mouth, smh.

DAY 6

ITS HEATING UP NOW!!

Confetti Joe and Money Man are out on the prowl!

And I don’t think Shade could ever convince a man with a soulless face like that...

rip the bois.

MONEY MAN NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DAY 7 - THE SHOWDOWN!??

What a maneuver! 

And with sound of two cannon shots...

A victor is crowned and reigns supreme!

THE WINNER IS CONFETTI JOE!!!!!!!!

CONFETTI JOE SWEEP. He’s reached the top and obtained access to the fabled Tony headpats!

May the sins from the bodies he left skewered by his hook, be cleansed by the soothing touch of Tony the talking clock.

I appreciate everyone who wanted to join in on the fun. This was really an excuse to have fun with the fandom and expose others to some really cool don’t hug me I’m scared ocs! Hopefully you had a laugh, and this inspires some gnarly fan art. Maybe we can do it again sometime, but until then... always remember that Becky Sloan herself strangled a sentient magnet, and then in turn, got speared by a sentient cigarette in the abdomen!

Buh-bye! 👋 👋

#dhmis oc hunger games #dhmis oc #dhmis ocs #dhmis #don't hug me i'm scared #confetti joe #molly the mailbox #alice the painting #aida medhart the medkit #ross #shade the sunglasses #TeVi #Tina

[brucenorris007]

Okay, I think I covered everything else that’s on my mind about this movie. Which just leaves....

Well. Puss, the themes and Death are so closely tied together that I can’t really talk about any one of them without also getting into the others, so... 

*Breathe in*

SO.

Death. 

“I don’t mean metaphorically, poetically, spiritually or theoretically. Straight-up.”

It–and he–are a constant presence throughout the movie, and the film isn’t shy about it. Horner’s men are swatted down like flies without even the dignity of having individual names assigned to them. The first five minutes are dedicated to showing us who Puss in Boots, the legend, is and his characteristically cavalier swashbuckling attitude toward everything

even in those five minutes, it’s been brought to my attention that Death, the character, is lurking in the crowd, watching and waiting for Puss’ eighth life to end, which it does at the end of the film’s first action sequence. (gorgeous sequence, natch)

knowing Dreamworks, I’m sure they found even more ways than that to weave death into the visuals, but the really genius thing is something I realized just in the midst of typing up a previous post

Papa Bear keeps suggesting that their family head home to hibernate, which fits in with his obvious desire to nap, yes, but it also implies the movie is set in autumn

as in the season before winter, when things freeze and die

Puss in Boots is on his last life, literally the last of stretch of the AUTUMN of his mortal time on earth 

AASDFSDFGDSDF dreamworks you beautiful brilliant MMMM

the otherworldly whistling that precedes Death’s soundtrack and appearance on screen is eerie and haunting and piercing, suits the character of death so well because even as it sticks with you it’s still startling and chilling each time you hear it

And of course I’m sure many youtuber’s have already said it, Death is a great villain because he’s not particularly a villain, but the personified phenomenon we all must face at some point made real (again, “Straight up”) who’s doing his job. the primary trait that makes him a character instead of some mystery man metaphor is that he loathes Puss for his complacency towards life

ironically, Death actually treasures life more than anyone; if he didn’t, he wouldn’t have spent the film hunting Puss to prematurely end his last life, nor would he have let Puss go at the end

and that brings us to the transformation Puss goes through from Legend to Man. er, Cat.

everything that he learns throughout the film, all the growth he undergoes ties back to who he is when he first meets Death and when he meets Death at the end of the movie and it’s all about letting go. letting go of the delusion that he’ll be fine no matter what danger he throws himself into, of the legend he’s created for himself about himself

The task is the same both times; Puss has to confront Death. Nothing about that fact actually changes, he still has to do it alone at the end of the film, he still can’t definitively defeat Death

but Puss himself changes; he lets go of his image of being a fearless hero, accepts that he’s afraid of Death, he lets go of the hope that he can outrun death through using the fallen star’s wish, he lets go of prioritizing all the moments of winning glory over his past lives and learns to cherish those more mundane and innocuous moments he’s had in this life.

Puss sheds the Legend he once was to be the Cat behind the legend. and the awesome part is that he doesn’t lose out on anything in doing so; the cat he is at the end of the film isn’t weaker than the cat he was at the start, nor is his life less fulfilling. Life isn’t more colorful than it was before, and he doesn’t give up swashbuckling either; he just learns to cherish and fight for the life he’s got

In the end, neither he nor any of the cast really need the wish, and that’s the great moral of the film; the things you need in life, the things you really want, you don’t need magic for. So long as you have your priorities straight, they can be found

i think that’s all from me, then. good night

#Puss in Boots spoilers #Puss in Boots The Last Wish Spoilers #Puss in Boots #Dreamworks #Storytelling #death #the wolf #Puss #themes #I LOVE STORIES #Bruce talks about

[bonesandthebees]

So Wilbur runs into a wall about the religious/Clara stuff and he’s kinda done with the conversation, and the tattoo thing is still on his mind and Phil is tracing his so the change of topic is right there. And it’s a very fluid shift between the two topics, because it’s still about a connection.

And we get more exposition about the Deathling tattoos. They do provide a closer connection because they reference to the moment(s) that connected the Deathlins with Kristin. Though they also get tattoos for fun. Which is when we get Phil showing of his tattoos and it makes for a very cute scene. Also, the designs are so cool! I had a lot of fun reading the descriptions and picturing them in my head. And of course he has a giant pair of wings on his back.

And then Phil mentions that tattoos mean different things to different people. And I can already tell that Wilbur’s tattoo(s) will mean freedom and reclaiming his body (if they do happen). Though first he’ll have to actually take the step to reclaim his body as his and make peace with it.

And then Phil gets to learn about the whole, Wilbur’s body isn’t his and any expiration of identity via body modification isn’t allowed. Once again he is all of us. But getting angry doesn’t really do much because it’s not Wilbur he’s angry at nor is it his fault but it could scare him and make him shut down.

Phil does point out a good flaw in the explanation. Why would Clara take a human with free will? You could argue she could not get a better or empty vessel, so stomping the free will out of one is the next best thing. But maybe it’s not Clara who has interest in having an empty shell for an oracle.

Also, I love the description if Tommy hunting for weaknesses in the logic because that’s what he’s doing. It’s almost like he’s trying to win a game rather than help Wilbur. Though he is trying to help, and he does want whats best for Wilbur, but he has a very strong (and sometimes wrong) idea of what that might be.

Though I’d argue that Phil isn’t just trying to understand Clara’s reasoning. He’s definitely trying to find the weaknesses to or more, trying to make Wilbur accept them via pointing them out in a calm manner. It’s a dialogue and Wilbur is allowed to state his arguments and Phil will find the flaws or point out the contradictions. Unlike Tommy he isn’t of the opinion that everything is wrong. He's still open to considering every idea and only writes them off based on the flaws he finds.

And Phil has finally found the core issue, which is Wilbur thinking he’s not human. And that he thinks that because that’s what he’s been told. And again Phil does a great job of containing his emotions and not getting swept away in the anger like Tommy does. He asks what Wilbur wants and tells him that what he wants matters. It matters that he didn’t want to be Pythia, but was forced to anyway and it matters if he wants to be a person but thinks he’s not supposed to.

But Wilbur isn’t quite ready for that conversation. So he wants to leave.

(2/2)

-🌲

I wanted the tattoo conversations to be directly tied to wilbur's main conflict over his faith but not in an overt way. they're both about the same thing, but in a way talking about the tattoo is easier for wilbur bc it's a less 'in his face' way to discuss his struggles to keep with his faith and the rules it comes with.

fun fact when I first started writing glass I made a separate google doc with the main cast where I detailed all of their tattoos and cybernetic enhancements. I have references for some of the deathlings tattoos (phil, techno, and tommy) saved that I've sent to fanartists before, but some differ slightly from what's in my head hence why the google doc is my 'masterlist' for that. so yeah lol all of phil's tattoos were very fun to come up with, and I also have techno, tommy, aimsey, tubbo, ranboo, niki, and jack's tattoos all written down.

while whatever wilbur's tattoo could be design-wise, the very act of getting the tattoo will carry the most meaning. if he gets one, it would be a permanent decision to step away from the rules of clara. it would be a reclamation, it would be a push back against his faith, and it would be him deciding his body is his own.

tommy isn't intentionally trying to attack wilbur's relationship with clara or the logic surrounding her rules, but he absolutely does that. he wants to point out the flaws in the hopes that wilbur will have an Oh moment and realize that he doesn't have to follow rules like that. but religious belief isn't that simple. that's where tommy's method falls short, and phil's proves to be better. he's trying to point out the flaws, but he's not expecting wilbur to have one big Oh moment and suddenly push away from clara. he's just trying to get wilbur asking questions and thinking about things in ways he wouldn't let himself before.

gotta love wilbur's strategy for avoiding conversations he's not ready to handle where he's just like "...okay I'm gonna leave now"

#ask #spruce anon #through a glass divine

[garbagefarm]

Mutucule Farm #14

2023-03-20, Session #14 of Mutucule Farm, Spring 13–22, Year 2

Cast:

me (@mothmute)

Belle (@snacco)

Cam (@amanitaspore)

Erin (@salamand3rin)

Highlights include, but are not limited to:

Non-binary sheep!

Erin found the secret note tree and cut it down

Eggfest!

Cam wanders into the eggfest from the woods, still beats Erin there

It’s Fella’s first eggfest! aaand they don’t let him in.

Linus eyes a scrumptious pie

Marlon talks about sleggs

Evelyn wants to know about my hens

Leah misses last year’s boozy punch

Emily sewed little pants and hats for the eggs

Alex wonders what would happen if he ate thirty eggs every day

(he’d be roughly the size of a barge, obviously)

wilf (wizard I’d like to fuck) is nowhere to be seen

Surrounding Lewis and forcing him to start the egg hunt

What’s with all the unobtainable eggs, anyway?

I win the egg hunt with something like 9 eggs, just get 1,000g

Everybody trying to guilt me out of wearing my dumb hat*

* - legally not a hat

Cam brings cookies into my bed, getting crumbs everywhere

The pigs are getting everywhere, they’re above the law!

Embiggening the barn

Selling some of our excess gemeralds

I need to hunt down Penny and propose to her

Hey, can I borrow Fella?

“what’s the magic word?”

After hunting her down on horseback, Penny says yes! Wedding in three days!

Cam’s got a chest full of Fashion

I don’t carry a scythe around, but I do wear a copper pan, just in case

hey, do you think there was ever a version of the game where you could upgrade the copper pan into a steel pan? and then gold, and then iridium?

Erin stays up late to plant these parsnips, even if it kills her (it doesn’t, she’s fine)

it’s called parsnipment! commitment to the snips!

“I love milk as a condiment”

I’ve finished my chores, so I get to go pick berries in the woods now :)

Desynced strawbebbies :(

Hey suckers, guess who just got 2 free gold ore because of their “stupid hat” that is “legally not a hat”?? Who’s laughing now???

Cam invites people to play fashion roulette

Guess who just got 2 free copper ore??

All it cost was my dignity

Maybe if a scythe was a hat, I’d carry it around with me

... can Cam make clothes out a copper pan...? (no)

RIP Erin, collapsed in her own house.

Fella and Pompkin being incredibly cute together!! (see gallery)

The pigs keep digging up evidence truffles

(it’s such a good bit and we’re getting so much good mileage out of it)

Sergeant goes on an adventure!! (see gallery)

Accepting a quest to find a bunch of leeks for George

we’re worried about finding enough leeks in time, so Erin plants a bunch of spring wild seeds

incidentally: Belle consistently pronounces “George” as “Yorg” as a bit, it’s very good

Pompkin keeps spending a lot of time at Fella’s stables, it’s like they're roommates (oh my god they were roommates)

Day 17, I get married! (thanks to Erin for the wedding photos screenshots)

Wearing my stupid copper pan to my own wedding

Everybody can’t believe I made them all sit in the back

they’re glad I invited Linus, though

I was gonna try and wear Lewis’ lucky purple shorts (with slight modifications) but we didn’t have the cloth to pull it off ... but it wasn’t wearing my own clothes, anyway! Is there a rent-a-tux place in town, or what?

oh god it has short sleeves, it’s one of those t-shirts with a tux printed on it

Okay everybody, Penny is your new mom now

Detective is all grown!!

You kick Pompkin like the football???

Hey, crate on the beach! It contains ... omni geodes, that immediately fall into the water!

Please welcome Lieutenant to the family, they’re my wedding gift to myself

Oviraptor longs to be free, and cannot be contained!

It’s wednesday, so I run to joja in case we need to buy seeds, like the big joja fan that I am

Sam wants my input on what to write a song about. Trains, obviously.

Belle and Cam are talking about wrestling, and Erin asks about suplexes. suplexii? anyway, “they always deserve the suplex”

Rainy day! If Sebastian plays his cards right (by not doing much of anything),...

The Mariner rejects Belle’s request to buy a pendant, because she hasn’t upgraded her house yet

Belle concludes the Mariner is classist, and asks about how to upgrade her house

(Erin says something about “Rock and stone!” as a reference)

Cam said something about making a slime shirt, a slhirt

Belle puts in the order to improve her house, she’s gotta appease a probably-racist ghost

I tentatively make plans to crash at Cam’s place (after handing him a mussel) before remembering “oh shit I have a wife now” — either Erin or Belle offers to take care of that for me, I can’t remember which, Penny’s gonna wake up to a surprise

I’ve got magic leek hands, if you see any leeks you should let me know immediately so I can be the one to harvest them

Woolface the sheep!

Erin and I make an agreement where I get to pick the wild seeds (so I get the forage experience) IF I upgrade my watering can and trade with her, so she can get the upgrade without the downtime (I agree)

Free-range pigs, worshipping the meteor (see gallery)

I construct six bees. No more, no less.

Cool rings for everybody! Don’t turn them into fashion, they’re already fashion

Belle: “everybody’s a glow-boy now! look at my radius!”

ha-HA, more sparkles in the water! Except... I can’t reach! My hat* is defeated!

* - legally not a hat

Everybody piles into my bed, Penny is cranky about people getting in the way of her going to bed

Penny going “um nice weather” with everybody else the next day

Corporal is fully grown!

Belle asks if she can uses my kitchen to fry an egg — but she has her own stove now!!

Cam expected more from egg-shirt

yeah the bone mill, we’ve all seen it

Belle thought we had more bones, but alas, we are bonely

I snuck an ancient drum into Cam’s “to Fashion” chest, and it creates a “regal mantle” which “looks swood”

It matches my space boots! Kinda need new pants now though (see gallery)

On the non-canon day, I create a bunch of bombs and explode Erin

Cam hands us some jazz honey “because [we’re] sweet like honey” (see gallery)

TO-DO:

Flower dance, probably

Savin’ money for a rainy day...... (so Belle can try again)

do we wanna make it rain?

more backpack+tool upgrades??

Taller barn/coop/shed???

More hogs

Increased fences????

House upgrades!

Fashion!

More iridium sprinklers!

(more bundles)

More fruit trees!

Save up to buy stardrops from Krobus

Plant sweet gem berries (for stardrops)

Link to gallery post!

#stardew valley #mutucule farm

[papermoonloveslucy]

Lucy’s PLANET OF THE APES

The Simian Citizens of the Lucyverse

During her long career on television, Lucille Ball worked with nearly every species of animal - but none more frequently than simians: monkeys, chimps, apes, gorillas, and even the rare (but fictional) gorboona!  

“The Amateur Hour” (1952) ~ Lucy says she’d babysit a baby gorilla for $5 an hour - but she hasn’t yet met the horrible Hudson twins!  Her words will come back to haunt her in future incarnations of the Lucy character. 

“Lucy Buys Westinghouse” (1958) ~ Desi Arnaz takes a Westinghouse representative on a tour of Desilu Studios (formerly RKO). At the props department Viv and Bill show off the model of Mighty Joe Young from the 1949 RKO film of the same name. 

In this promotional film for Westinghouse executives, however, they refer to it as King Kong, another RKO film about a huge gorilla made by the same creative team. Lucie Arnaz remembers playing with the model as a child when set loose at Desilu Studios to play. 

“Bilko’s Ape Man” (1959) ~ Lucille Ball guest stars in an 8 word cameo on “Sergeant Bilko” aka “The Phil Silvers Show” aka “You’ll Never Get Rich.”  In it, a fitness instructor is placed in Bilko’s platoon. To get rid of him (and to make some money) Bilko tries to get him cast in a Tarzan movie. Bilko tries to fix it so his man wins the Mr. Universe contest. First step: he hires a woman (Lucille Ball) to scream when his man goes on stage. When this fails, he dresses Private Doberman (Maurice Gosman) up in a gorilla suit to fight his ‘Tarzan’. Colonel Hall (Paul Ford) sees the 'gorilla’ and soon has the whole camp hunting for him.

“Lucy and Viv Take Up Chemistry” (1963) ~  At night school chemistry class, Lucy gets carried away trying to invent a youth serum.

LUCY: “Shouldn’t we test it on a monkey first?”  VIV: “If there’s one thing the world doesn’t need, it’s younger monkeys.”

“Lucy and the Monsters” (1965) ~ Lucy and Viv have a dream about monsters after seeing a horror movie. In the dream, the maid of a haunted house is a gorilla named Loretta, played by George Burrows. Burrows played a gorilla in his very first screen credit, Tarzan and His Mate (1934). He donned the gorilla suit 18 more times from 1954 to 1978. His final simian character was on “The Incredible Hulk.”

“Lucy and Art Linkletter” (1966) ~ Lucy is picked from Art Linkletter's studio audience and challenged not to utter a sound for 24 hours to win $200. Linkletter arranges for various shocking events to occur at her apartment to get her to speak, including the attack of a giant gorilla named Hilda. George Burrows returns to play Hilda. 

“Lucy and the Monkey” (1966) ~ Mary Jane warns an over-worked and over-tired Lucy that she could start having hallucinations. Meanwhile, Mr. Mooney gets a visit from his old college friend who has a monkey for a show business partner. Lucy sees the monkey and thinks it is Mr. Mooney!

Janos Prohaska played Max the Monkey. He was an actor, stunt man, and animal imitator who is probably best remembered as the talking cookie-mad bear on “The Andy Williams Show” (1969), although due to his thick Hungarian accent, his voice was dubbed. 

He returned to play animals in three episodes of “Here’s Lucy.” Prohaska died in a plane crash in 1974.

“Lucy Goes to a Hollywood Premiere” (1966) ~ On the red carpet posing as an usher, Lucy meets a variety of clelebrities, including Mimi Van Tyson (Beverly Powers) and Coconuts Mulligan (George Barrows), stars of the movie “Love in the Jungle”.  This is Barrows’ third and final female gorilla on the series. 

Coconuts goes rogue when she sees Lucy’s yellow autograph book and thinks it is a banana! 

“Lucy the Babysitter” (1967) ~ Lucy takes a job as a babysitter not knowing that they are baby chimps!  They are played by The Marquis Chimps.

The rambunctious chimps tire out Lucy with their antics. Lucille Ball was forced to improvise based on the behavior of the chimpanzees. 

The Marquis Chimps began appearing on television in 1955. They appeared in several TV commercials and on “The Ed Sullivan Show.”  The chimps were the stars of the sitcom “The Hathaways” (1961-62) in which a suburban couple kept three performing chimps as their children. The program lasted just one season on ABC. The act's last TV appearance was in 1976.

One of the toys in the chimp’s bedroom is Clancy the Great, a plastic-cast roller skating monkey, not unlike the Marquis Chimps, who also roller skate. Clancy had pose-able arms and a removable cap to accept tips! It was manufactured by Ideal Toys in 1963.

“Viv Visits Lucy” (1967) ~ On the Sunset Strip, Lucy and Viv track down a wayward Danfield boy to a hipster club named The Hairy Ape. 

“Lucy Gets Jack Benny’s Account” (1967) ~ Lucy sets out to convince notorious miser Jack Benny to become a depositor at the bank. But first, they have to build a vault secure enough to satisfy Benny. One of the extreme methods of guarding the vault is Irving the Gorilla (who is managed by Benny). Although the actor inside the gorilla costume goes uncredited, it may be inhabited by George Barrows. 

“Lucy’s Safari” (1968) ~ When a rare ‘Gorboona’ escapes from The Topanga Zoo, the Carters help a big game hunter (Howard Keel) trap him.

A ‘gorboona’ is a rare, nearly extinct, cross between a GORilla and a baBOON. Janos Prohaska returns to play the Gorboona.

“Lucy, the Helpful Mother” (1969) ~ Kim and Craig babysit for an entire pet shop - transporting all the residents to Lucy’s living room - including Irving, a baby chimpanzee. 

Lucy sings a lullaby to the chimp:

“Rock-a-bye Irving Hark to my chant. You’re kinda cute But you’re no Cary Grant.”

“Lucy and Viv Visit Tijuana” (1970) ~  Lucy, Harry and Vivian go sightseeing in Tijuana, but are stopped at the border after agreeing to take back a plush monkey that turns out to be carrying contraband!  

“Lucy Cuts Vincent’s Price” (1970) ~ Lucy visits horror maestro Price to get a painting appraised and he thinks she is auditioning for a part in his new horror film. This monkey corpse is one of the most unusual props in the mansion - if not all of the Lucyverse!

“Lucy and the Raffle” (1971) ~  At the permit bureau, a stone-faced woman at the back of the line (Jody Gilbert) gets snide with Lucy.

LUCY: “Thank you Mrs. Kong. Give my regards to your son, King.”  

King Kong (1933) was a Hollywood film about a giant gorilla that attacked Manhattan.  A sequel titled Son of Kong was released that same year. 

“Lucy in the Jungle” (1971) ~ The Carters swap houses with a couple from the African jungle. The house comes with pets Fido and Rover - not dogs - but baby chimps. 

When Harry sees Fido and Rover, he reminds Lucy and Kim that King Kong started out as a baby, too! Fay Wray, one of the stars of the original film, also made The Bowery that same year, which was the uncredited screen debut of Lucille Ball.  

“Lucy’s Lucky Day” (1971) ~ Lucy goes on a TV game show and is challenged to teach an untrained chimpanzee to do a trick in order to win a thousand dollars. Jackie the Chimpanzee is the seventh chimpanzee to work with Lucille Ball on television.

Harry dresses up as a gorilla to try to coax Jackie into performing. In his DVD introduction to the episode, choreographer Jim Bates recalls that the chimpanzee only knew one trick – to cross its legs – so the entire routine was built around that. He also recalls that when Gale Gordon took off the gorilla head in the presence of the baby chimp, the chimp went into hysterics and had to be taken off set to calm down.  

Finally, on “Milky Way to Riches” Lucy, Harry, Kim, and Jackie perform “Tell Me, Pretty Maiden” written in 1899 for the musical Floradora. They finish with “Daisy Bell / Bicycle Built for Two.”

The Planet of the Apes franchise began as a 1963 sci fi novel by Pierre Boulle. Boulle was also responsible for The Bridge Over the River Kwaii in 1952, which was referenced in “Lucy’s Summer Vacation” (1959). The first Planet of the Apes film was made in 1968. It was followed by four sequels, a television series and an animated series, as well as a several film reboots. 

Charleton Heston (Taylor) was referenced in “Lucy Fights the System” (1974). 

Roddy McDowell (Cornelius / Caesar / Galen) attended (uncredited) the “All Star Party for Lucille Ball” in 1984. 

Claude Akins (Aldo) appeared on “I Love Lucy” and “The Lucy Show.” 

Ricardo Montalban (Armando) appeared as a Prince on “Here’s Lucy.” 

Victor Buono (”Beneath the Planet of the Apes”) appeared on “Here’s Lucy” as a suspected international spy. 

Background players from the Lucyverse who appeared as humans or apes in some iteration of the franchise include: Jerry Maren, Jack Berle, Paul Bradley, Gail Bonney, James Gonzales, Shep Houghton, Arthur Tovey, James La Cava, Joyce Haber, Victor Romito, and Monty O’Grady. 

#Planet of the Apes #Lucille Ball #I Love Lucy #The Lucy Show #Here's Lucy #Vivian Vance #Gale Gordon #Janos Prohaska #Jack Benny #George Barrows #Marquis Chimps #Chimpanzees #Gorillas #Apes #Monkey #Monkeys #Simians #Baboon #King Kong #Mighty Joe Young #William Frawley #Desi Arnaz #Sergeant Bilko #Phil Silvers #Beverly Powers #Lucie Arnaz #Jodi Gilbert #TV

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The Plot Thickens! // CONTESTSHIPPING / SHUUKURA

AO3 || FFN 

Harley taps onto the mic and cringes from the sharp feedback. “Testing, 1, 2, 3! Testing, 1, 2, 3! Ugh! This sounds awful! Someone fix–!” 

–his wish is granted, as the sound check folks do their jobs. One of them casts a thumbs up as a queue for him to start over.

He clears his throat, eyes scanning the impressive size of the crowd. If he has to guess, the amount of people who have arrived for this heist may fill up the entirety of the Indigo League stadium up to five times! Might he be exaggerating–he often is–he doesn’t really know or really care. This is not just a publicity stunt, you see. As always, there are ulterior motives in the world of Harley Davidson. 

“Excellent!” For emphasis, he clears his throat once more, shielding his mouth with a balled fist. “Welcome to the Slateport Grand Heist! I know the Ribbon Cup season has ended for the Hoenn region yet again, and things have gotten far too quiet to our liking. So let me set the scene–you are all cordially encouraged to embark on a scavenger hunt for a rare breed of a shiny Zorua. Its beauty is unmatched, and it’s a perfect addition to your team if you’re needing a new teammate! Not only are you going to win that Zorua to add to your party, you also win a delicious sum of cash! Don’t miss out! Sign up here! And please welcome my dear sponsor, Maybella Maple!” 

He gestures wide, loud, and proud to her as she steps onto the podium. Behind her, a huge projection screen to showcase her true ethereal beauty. She has grown well into herself in the last decade, establishing herself as a five-time Ribbon Cup winner and even upstaging Soledad and Drew! In this moment, she looks like a Queen gazing down at her subjects with a softness in her eyes, and a twinkle of that fiery, lively energy she has always possessed in her soul.

She has never dimmed in her light–not even when Harley tried to before.

Harley can’t help but respect that now.

May beams at the crowd as they roar and cheer, even earning a few wolf whistles which makes her blush just a bit from embarrassment. She lowers the mic to her level. 

“Hi everybody! If you do decide to enter this exciting heist, then we’d be more than honored to have you here! This Heist is also here to help fund for future Ribbon Cup seasons and local Pokemon Centers in the region. We hope to enhance the experience for new and old coordinators and the care which is provided in Pokemon Centers which has helped us for centuries! This is a great cause, and we wholeheartedly accept any additional donations!” 

As she steps away, Harley takes the spotlight once more, not without mouthing a ‘thank you’ to her as she gives him the space he requires to spread his arms out wide, like he’s giving the crowd a big bear hug for showing up for them. 

“We sure hope you’re ready! Sign up ends at 5PM sharp! The scavenger hunt for the Zorua begins tomorrow morning at 7AM sharp! Don’t miss out on the fun! Toodles~!” 

Harley steps away and takes in the applause, as he’s always lived for it. That’s the whole reason behind becoming a coordinator for him–the applause! The adoration! The admiration! The fame! It’s all important to him to a certain extent. It’s not as prominent of a desire now, but he still loves to gloat and showboat whenever he gets a chance to soak it all up like a sponge.

The roaring of the crowd dies down and soon they are dismissed to take care of sign ups and registration, which are held at the Pokemon Center here in Slateport. It’s good to be home. He’s forgotten what peace and relaxation is like. But he’s reminded every time he relaxes at the local beaches here. 

Harley and May retire to the back of the stadium, where they share some of the confection foods available. 

“Thanks for doing this for me, sugarplum,” he says from the bottom of his heart. This time, his sincerity is genuine. Well it has been for a long time. They’re no longer enemies or frenemies or whatever the heck people call it. “I can’t believe people actually showed up.”

“Well, why not? You’re a hot shot,” May teases, “It’s not like you to play humble.”

It’s not like her to be that observant . . . Harley only hopes she hasn’t figured out another underlying scheme of his. He may have spread a little rumor to the male identifying coordinators that winning the Zorua and the money also includes a date with this four course meal and dessert just before his eyes. If she isn’t going to date Weed Hair, then he may as well try to up the ante a little by forcing them into a little tight spot. Drew has refused to confess his feelings for the last decade or so of them all knowing each other and Harley’s grown exhausted from all of the dancing around the rosy bushes between them or whatever.

He’s had to take matters into his own hands. This time as a friend and not as some insecure POS who can’t accept there’s always going to be someone better or more talented than he is. Yes, he friggin’ says it! Leave him friggin’ be. 

Bringing a powdered donut to his lips, he hums in agreement. “No kiddin’. I’m not! So who do you think will be joining the heist?” 

“Probably everyone and their mothers,” May laughs earnestly. “It seems so fun too. I kind of wish I could enter to win that Zorua, but that doesn’t seem right since I’m helping to sponsor this event.”

“You’ve already got a golden team, hon. But I can always find a way to get another one of those Zoruas from a breeder if that’s what you want.”

“You don’t have to, but I appreciate the offer.” May sighs, bringing her glass of water to her lips. “I can’t believe how far we’ve come together. I’m really glad we became friends, Harley.” 

Harley lifts his own drink, offering a toast. “To us, hon.”

She giggles, raising her glass as well. “To us.”

Their drinkwares join together and clink, the sound seemingly reverberating through the room like a windchime. Maybe a spell has been casted–a blessing. This friendship is a blessing to them both.

Drew does learn of this Heist Harley’s hosting. He has to admit his interest is piqued. If not for any other reason, than the fact that it’s someone like Harley hosting it. 

Anything involving Harley is often a prescription for disaster in Drew’s world. He doesn’t trust that someone like him can change. Call him a skeptic. Call him a hard-ass. He doesn’t give a single crap. He’s always going to have May’s and Soledad’s back, and he’s always going to keep Harley at something much longer than an arm’s length. But no amount of space between them will ever be enough. 

Anyway, what leads him to sign up is because he’s been brought to light by an underlying motive in Harley organizing this event. Because that’s how he’s always operated before, and he’ll continue to operate that way for the rest of his life. Drew’s been raised on the philosophy of trusting patterns of behavior over someone’s words. 

Words themselves don’t sell someone’s character, after all. Anyone can say anything they want. 

Everyone with even the teensiest bit of critical thinking ability can come up with that conclusion on their own. 

Unfortunately, upon learning May is assisting him in sponsoring this event, and given May’s history of often giving Harley the benefit of the doubt in spite of knowing better . . . no one can blame Drew for wishing to investigate this event further. He’s putting on that tin hat. There’s never a pure reason behind Harley’s intentions, and those suspicions have been confirmed on his way to the Slateport Pokemon Center!

“I can’t believe Harley admitted we can ask May on a date if we win,” one contestant exclaims as he walks with his group of friends, just within earshot of Drew, who happens to be scrolling through his news feed. 

‘Old habits die hard,’ he thinks, scowling. Does he really have to rescue May AGAIN?

“Yeah, it’s not an official event but who cares? Gal’s single, gal’s famous, gal’s hot . . . “ Jackass #2 numbers off the merits of dating someone like May with those grimy probably oily as fuck disgusting fingers of his, and Drew can’t help stewing in pure agony at the thought of someone OTHER than him dating May. 

Especially if they don’t know how to treat her or appreciate her! 

“Whatever helps advertise the heist, I guess,” Jackass #3 comments, “I might decline, if I win, though.”

May not be that much of a jackass, with a little inkling of common sense and dignity! 

“Hello Drew. Good to see you again. Are you here to register?” Nurse Joy greets upon approaching the counter. 

“Yes, I’d like to enter the Slateport Heist.”

“Excellent. I have you all set up. If you’re looking for your friends, they are staying here, so you’ll run into them soon.”

Drew nods. “Thanks.”

He accepts his token and retires to his cabin. 

Yes, let the games begin, indeed. 

7 A. M. the following day comes along, and everyone’s gathered around the small stadium the city put together for Harley’s event. In the center, a medieval inspired gong, which Harley strikes to initiate the beginning of something either grand or something anticlimactic. 

Watching the contestants scramble around like headless chickens for the Zorua has been nothing short of entertaining for the Cacturne trainer, and he sits back and enjoys the show while May’s fucked off elsewhere for the time being. She monitors other areas of the city to make sure no one’s up to mischief. 

Speaking of May, she’s giggling at the prospect of all these younger trainers arguing over who deserves that Zorua. With its perfect IVs and fully trained EVs, its shiny new color, its cloaking ability . . . Zorua’s likely hiding in plain sight and these trainers are too busy arguing to see what’s right in front of them. 

She strolls through one of Slateport’s main streets and swears under her breath when she catches a familiar flash of green. A particular mossy shade of green. 

Approaching him from behind, she addresses him. 

“ . . . Drew?” 

Whipping around, Drew’s eyes widen for a brief moment before they soften immediately upon realizing that it’s her. Perfect. Just the girl he’s been looking for all of this time since the heist began. 

He needs to get her away from Harley’s scheming, grimy hands! 

“I take it you’re here because you really want that Zorua.” 

“An excellent guess, but no,” he replies, and May can’t help picking up on how his usually tense expression fades into one of pure softness. For her? Why, though? “I’m actually here for you.”

“Me?” May’s tone indicates incredulousness. Even after all of this time!? “What do I owe the pleasure?” 

“Um, why are you working on this with Harley?” 

May frowns. “We’ve established that we’ve outgrown that weird frenemy stage we had. We’re really good friends now, Drew. What’s going on?” 

Drew sighs, deciding against telling her the truth. Collaborating with Harley–or even being within Harley’s proximity–is never any good. He offers her a rose from seemingly thin air, which May graciously accepts.

“Never mind. Anyway, what’s in it for you?” 

“Nothing! It just seemed like a fun way to raise money for the Ribbon Cup.”

Things fall silent between them, but it’s comfortable. They decide to look for that Zorua together. 

They find themselves near the Slateport beach, close to where they first met. Drew looks off at the private beach area where he found May, and he can’t help but chuckle to himself. 

“What’s so funny?” May then picks up on it. “Oh. You’re thinking about how we met, huh?” 

“Yeah. On this very beach,” he says, “Hard to believe how far we’ve come.”

“Hard to believe we can stand to breathe the same air as each other.” 

Drew splutters, “I more than can just tolerate breathing the same air as you.” 

In fact, he dearly wishes to be with her for the rest of his life. He’s damn sure of it. He’s not going to admit that to her yet because he doesn’t want to scare her off.

A splash of salty water on him catches him off-guard. He turns to ese May with a mischievous grin on her face, and Drew shakes his head. 

“You rascal,” Drew teases as he joins her by the water, splashing her back. 

Suddenly, in the sand, Zorua pops out from hiding under it. Once he notices it, Drew’s mouth falls open. 

“Oh! There’s the gorgeous Zorua!” 

Zorua hops right into Drew’s arms upon recognizing him. 

Drew and May exchange a look. 

“Uh . . . do we go back to the stadium, then?” May inquires. Drew nods and they walk off, ignoring the icky wetness of their damp clothes. 

Eh. They’re going to dry off, they think. 

When they arrive back at the stadium, Harley’s relaxing on a lounge chair and enjoying the sun shining down on him. His goal must be a tan, as he’s angling a mirror to have the sun hit on his body. 

He hears the rustling of their footsteps, and he raises himself from his seat, resting his sunglasses over his head to get a view of them. 

“Oh! Excellent! Just as planned, Randy, you found Zorua!” Harley exclaims. “Well, I should say Zorua found you guys. I told it not to appear to anyone else except Drew. No one was going to be able to find Zorua by the end of the event.”

“Huh?” May cuts in, placing her hands on her hips. “Then what was the purpose of this heist anyway?” 

“Yeah,” Drew adds, “Why were you getting the male winners the opportunity to ask May out if they won?” 

“What?” May glares at Harley. “You conveniently left out that little detail! What in the world?!” 

“Sounding a bit envious there, Randy,��� Harley snorts, “If you must know, I knew you were going to sign up for this heist if I put May in a jeopardizing situation. Of course nothing life-threatening. She’s just been single for too long after that jackass Brendan dated her. Lo and behold, you do enter the hunt, and not only do you earn the Zorua and the money, but you’re the one getting to ask May out on a date.”

“What were you going to do if the winner was a girl? This wasn’t well thought out,” May says, “Which is a first, coming from you.” 

Harley steps back, striking a defensive pose. His tone does indicate some sincerity but there’s no telling with Harley quite literally ever. 

He shakes his head as he vehemently disagrees. 

“I only told the men about that little addition. No girl was going to ask you out. And by the way, it wasn’t going to be a bunch of random guys, just the winner of the heist,  and I orchestrated everything so that Drew would win anyways. Like I already said, Zorua was not going to be found. Not easily. Zorua’s great at keeping itself hidden. Everything’s worked out in favor of you two finally biting the bullet and just going out already. We’re sick of you two dancing around the bush.” 

“I–!” Drew can’t even begin to express himself at that moment. He has to admit–he’s been fooled. Maybe Harley has changed for the better, in some aspects. In others, that’s still up for debate. 

Despite this, Drew may never completely warm up to Harley. 

Not even the fact that he’s dating Soledad. 

“So, Randrew Gayden, aren’t you going to finally roll for initiative like this is DND and finally give May the lovin’ on she deserves?” 

“Uhhhh . . . “ Drew’s brain may have short-circuited at that point. Picking up on that little brain fart of Drew’s, a rare moment for him indeed, May takes charge like the woman she always is because she always feels like she has something to prove. 

“Drew,” she begins, twiddling the rose he gifted her just moments prior to this interaction. “Will you take me to dinner?” 

Yep. That brain fart then escalates to a complete meltdown. His circuitry is failing him. There’s probably steam out of his ears from that system overload. 

System overload! 

May’s forehead creases. “. . . Drew? Do I have to do everything around here, or do I have to drag you to the nicest restaurant in this region?” 

“No! No, I, uh . . .” Taking a deep stabilizing breath, he finds that confidence he works so hard to fake the majority of the time. Yeah, you hear him right–fake. He’s not the sauviest of the suave, he has come to accept that. 

Especially if he can’t ask the most beautiful girl in the world out and she has to make the move first! 

He clears his throat, and meets her eyes, careful not to get too lost admiring how much those sapphire eyes resemble the deepest depths of the sea. 

“Yes, I’ll take you to dinner. Only if you let me spoil you rotten.”

Harley grimaces. “Damn, you really are living up to the name, Randy.” 

“Stop calling me that,” Drew counters.

“Over my dead body!” Harley then approaches May. “Don’t I get a thank you, hon?” 

“I’m not sure if I should thank you or slap you, but I’ll let you get away with it this time. Thanks, Harley. Now if you’ll excuse us, this is long overdue.”

“Of course, of course! Have fun ye hooligans! Farewell now!” 

Drew hooks May’s arm around his. “Where to? We’ll take a ride on Flygon.”

“I can go for something exotic and new, so surprise me, Mr Fancy Pants.”

“Anything for you.” Drew casts a dirty look at Harley over his shoulder, as if to say, ‘I’ll deal with you later.’ 

For now, he’s going to enjoy a wonderful date with a wonderful girl. 

#anipoke #anipoke fanfic #contestshipping #drew x may #shuukura #pokemon fanfic #erix tales

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CBS on Sunday used Super Bowl LVIII as a launchpad for the Justin Hartley vehicle Tracker. The one-hour drama — which is loosely based on the Jeffrey Deaver novel “The Never Game” — casts the This Is Us vet as Colter Shaw, a lone-wolf survivalist who roams the country and uses his expert tracking skills to help private citizens and law enforcement solve all manner of mysteries… all while contending with his own fractured family. 

That’s where things get interesting.

Flashbacks reveal that Colter and his siblings — which include an older brother, Russell, and a younger sister, Dory — had an unusual upbringing. Their parents, Ashton and Mary (played by Oz’s Lee Tergesen and Good Sam’s Wendy Crewson), “were professors at Berkeley until there was this incident with my dad,” Colter explains. “So, he took us to live off the grid at this cabin. It was a compound, actually, by Sierra National Forest,” where Ashton “started to talk about these people that were out to get him and how we all had to be prepared. He taught us how to track, how to hunt, and he taught us to free climb at this place called Devil’s Notch.”

One night in 2003, when Mary wasn’t home, Ashton’s paranoia got the best of him and he made a run for it, leaving his three children behind. Russell went after him, and an hour later, Colter found his father, dead, at the bottom of Devil’s Notch. It appeared as though he’d been pushed by Russell. 

In the present day, Russell attempts to make contact with Colter. He says that there’s something Colter “needs to know,” but Mary wants Colter to disregard his brother’s pleas.

“I need you to trust me,” she says. “Block that number. Ignore him. For everyone’s sake, leave it be.” 

But will Colter respect Mom’s wishes? Or will his curiosity win out and pave the way for an extraordinarily tense reunion? And what about Colter and Russell’s sister Dory, who was seen in flashbacks but was not otherwise present in Episode 1?

“We have to address that,” Hartley tells TVLine. “When it happens, it will be very meaningful… [but] you won’t see her early in Season 1. I can tell you that.”

We also asked Hartley why Mary thinks it’s for the best that Colter continue to dodge Russell’s calls. Are her intentions pure, or is there something bigger — perhaps even sinister — at play that Colter doesn’t know about?

All of this got us wondering: Just how much of each episode will focus on Colter’s day job as a rewardist… and how much will focus on building out the series’ mythology. “It would depend on the episode,” Hartley answers. “We have episodes where it’s 60-40, shifted towards the backstory, some that are 50-50, and some where it’s 70-30, shifted towards the case. There are some episodes where the backstory is peppered in a little bit more, and some where it’s not peppered in so much at all. I will say, though, that every episode has a little bit of Colter’s backstory.”

#tracker cbs #tracker

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Fellas book one is done and we’re starting book two. Whew. Isn’t that wild? I mean… it’s not actually done done, it’s a first draft, but hey! That counts for something doesn’t it? Anyway, I’m super proud of Harrow and myself, and wanted to let yall know that if you sign up for our patreon you get to read a whole 500 page first draft of our queer normative high fantasy novel for literally a single dollar. We also have some dedicated fans that are enthusiastic about discussing the book so if you’re the sort of book reader who loves to geek and meme and analyze what you read? We’re definitely the right community for you! We’ve got like… 28 chapters for free up so if you wanna take a little nibble without spending money, we’ve got you covered too!

For those of you who have never seen our work and have no idea what I’m talking about lol, The Bishop of Black is a high fantasy light novel my husband and I have been working on for almost two years now featuring a wide variety of characters and a story involving betrayal, political conspiracy, war and the effort of individuals in complicated, emotional situations to do the right thing as best they can. We have four main characters that pass the baton of the story of two kingdoms on the verge of peace after thousands of years of war, only for everything to go terribly, mysteriously awry. Our story is a love letter to some of our favorite animes growing up, tv shows we love that, like many a queer viewer have, we thought we could make better and gayer, and it is chalked full of varying forms of love, mysteries about the world to unravel and plot twists that will make you wanna hold your reading device between your teeth and shake it like a dog [in an excited, affectionate sort of way lol]. Our cast is so queer that you can make a bingo card of queer relationship dynamics and win every time and our current readers have to be reminded who is and isn’t trans, [3 out of 4 of our main characters are trans people ayyyyyy] and we’ve dedicated so much energy to fleshing out these people that you’re going to end up knowing them, loving them and hoping desperately they don’t die tragically [no promises bestie]. Again, lemme lay it down a second time, all 80 chapters of our first draft are available for a SINGLE DOLLAR, but we have all kinds of extra content for more investment in our project including more artwork, and world building info, nsfw content and extra chapters from the perspectives of secondary characters [cuz we all have some secondary character we wish we got to see more, lbr], all kinds of goodies. We’re doing some developmental editing before we go hunting for beta readers [which we will be paying because you deserve money for your time, more on that when we get to it] but until then, we’d love for you to come see what we have so far and become part of our community of lovely readers. We welcome you to put our characters in your salad spinner, we welcome you to form conspiracy theories about the barrier keeping the Black and White Kingdoms trapped together, we welcome you to vehemently stan your problematic fave [it’s Dreigas, it’s always Dreigas]. Come hang out with us!

#the bishop of black #original story #writeblr #writing community #queer high fantasy #queer writers