#And Kira doesn't even make it into the opening credits

[quirofiliac]

@coollyinterferes​ ／↪️ moved.

Kira suffered from a certain "pet peeve" (but so did everyone. it was normal to have that one thing that got on your last nerve-- even his own mother had a few.) and it was simple: when people couldn't take "no" for an answer. As his conversation -- hostage situation, more like it... -- with Robert progressed, that knot within his stomach continued growing in size. It felt almost like it was collecting more of that metaphorical rope (his own intestines the supply, endless and boundless.) and bunching it all up into one tight, compact ball of meaty and bloody cord. What made it worse that he knew it wasn't Robert's fault... not exactly, anyway.

Common sense dictated it impossible for everybody to be on the "same page" all at once; there would always be that one bad apple that'd ruin it see things another way. Generally speaking, that wasn't bad. If you're lenient, anyway. Nonetheless, however, it'd be ridiculous of him to expect such a thing (to show some consideration, to have some goddamn compassion.) of a borderline stranger.

"I will... keep that in mind then."

His response was canned, a phrase he's been forced to repeat time and time again. Robert insisting on "returning the favor" wasn't new (it makes him want to scream.) nor was it presenting him with any sort of impasse. This was a situation he's somewhat familiar with, partly in due to his multitude of years stuck in customer service. Many would say that customers could be the absolute worst brand of human and, while Kira agreed, that was only a half-truth.

Could be was the key phrase in this whole thing. Now, why was that? How could that be?

Well... have you ever had the displeasure of having a coworker so bad, so useless, so meticulously awful that you'd rather blow your fucking brains out than have to work with them? Yes? No? Maybe?

Or, perhaps, all of that was a little too on the nose. Whatever. It really doesn't matter.

What kind of coworkers a job offers could make or break a job. That was the true essence; it was a core fundamental, almost. Depending on who was on the schedule (if your boss was anywhere near competent, that is.) that day meant that that shift was one of three things. It could range anywhere from fantastic all the way to downright horrible. There was always that "healthy medium", too, of so-so, but there's a reason why no one ever really talks about those. They were just too humdrum, too samey, too plain to make particular note of.

For Kira, though, those were the best kinds of days. He preferred when nothing of import happened. That meant less anticipation and less anxiety (is it going to be as good... or as bad as the day prior? he hates that sort of worry. he doesn't care nor does he want to care.) regarding both the upcoming and faraway future. If he came home from a day of work feeling, well, about the same he did when waking up and driving the way up then that was a positive.

Having a good day wasn't necessarily a negative, keep in mind, but the high and then the inevitable comedown was. Even if he wasn't one to personally suffer from such an affliction, there's always something else to plague him. In his case, it specifically was the fatigue and exhaustion from "enjoying himself"-- in those cases, it was unavoidable. A few of his coworkers would always try and include him (their way of being nice, hosting a sort of... friendly or familial environment.) in their outings, insisting on taking pictures with him in frame and actually cognizant.

To their credit, they never tried to convince him to smile (was it worth anything to applaud the bare minimum, however?) for those photos. He supposed that that was... or had to be... worth something, at least.

"Oh, ah..." he's already begun to reply, mouth hanging halfway open as he took a brief pause to consider his next, few words. Eyes kept themselves focused on the horizon ahead, the sea's breeze admittedly a welcome change compared to the stale, stagnant air of Morioh otherwise. "It's... It's been a few years, so... It's fine. I do appreciate the sentiment."

A small bow of the head was given (why was that sad? people die all the time. he doesn't get it.) as a show of gratitude. Whether Robert actually witnessed it didn't matter much to him-- at this point, it's more-so a force of habit. As heartfelt as the other blond was, there remained this perpetual pang of aggravation in the back of Kira's skull. Much like a rat with any sort of food scraps, it scratched and gnawed at the bone. He expected a headache was going to spawn any second and send him down a mildly bumpy road with zero prep. Admittedly, he thought about patting himself down in search of spare aspirin, wondering if it was "preemptive" enough.

He would always carry some sort of medication on his person (a small bottle was more than enough. it wasn't required daily nor ever reached that capability but, rather, it's there if the situation called for it.) back at his previous job. Picked up as a piece of advice from the various magazines and radio shows he's bore witness to, he's come to understand that it was better to come overly prepared than not at all. If he wasn't in need of those minor pick-me-ups then, at least, one or two of his colleagues would be. There was always that one person that tried reliving their glory days, pulling an all-nighter from a wild bender only for reality to crash into them headfirst the morning after.

It's a tale as old as time, and he's never found it all that fascinating to begin with. Part of that was due to repetition, watching it happen over and over with the same person and rarely with anyone new. He supposed that was a good thing, all things considering... but it's still so boring and so iterative that it's been melded into the routine of a life that no longer exists.

In truth, he's still able to recollect the last time he's been in need of some additional "help". Pills were always that potential vice he'd try to avoid, reluctant towards the idea of accidentally having to rely on something entirely brand new. They weren't on the same level as drugs (but they could be, if people huffing paint and foraging for mushrooms out in the wild were any hint.) of course, but their close enough proximity nonetheless was more than enough cause for him to keep away.

Part of why the other man's condolences felt so strange to Kira was, truth be told, because of this evasion. Whereas he's able to envision Robert at a funeral service, head low and expression contorted (pussy. you're a man, aren't you? act like one. men don't cry.) into one of sorrow, he's off to the side away from the rest of the rabble. He's seated in a chair, one branching furthest off from the crowd in spite of the rites now being read out and drawing more unwanted attention onto him. To this day, he can still recall the looks everyone gave him (why do they look so sad? they all look so ugly. stop that. it's unsightly.) while he's made to stave off the creeping feeling of discomfort within his gut.

His knuckles were as pale and white as a ghost that day, all from gripping his chair and biting back (am i supposed to feel sad, too? i don't get it. i don't get it! i don't, i don't, i don't, i don't--) any outward shows of concern. He could only put on a thin, fragile mask of grief. Eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly, lips downturned in a meek frown, eyes red and irritated from too much rubbing tears that didn't seem to come-- it's all done in a pattern, a type of rhythm Kira's learned from watching others and understanding that timing was everything.

However, as consequence of all of that practice and all of that studying, he's been backed into a metaphorical (or was it literal?) corner. No one told him that expressing yourself was so exhausting, so borderline taxing that it rendered you an empty shell of who you might've been for the next few hours. He expected it to be mildly tiring. Everyone he's seen cry always seemed tired, anyway, so that was to be expected.

What he didn't expect, though, was having to explain himself. He was under the impression (misguided, misled, misinterpreted. he's been lied to and that pisses him off.) that no one would bother a grieving man. That was wrong. In fact, it was the exact opposite.

Too many questions (are you okay? do you need anything? do you want to talk? do you think--) with seemingly no "best" answer in sight. Everyone hounded him incessantly, hammering in on him with looks of concern (why are you looking at me like that? is there something on my face?) and queries they'd never ask him otherwise. At that point of time, Kira could clearly recall how overwhelming it all felt-- he was given no time to prepare, no time to think, no time to observe. All at once, they all swarmed him like a bunch of roaches (he doesn't know who they all are. he didn't think his parents had any friends.) with no end in sight.

None of them ever took "no" for an answer.

Exit was his only option in that circumstance and, as such, that's what he did. He remembers excusing himself (his voice a stammer, a stutter... embarrassing. they think he's trying not to cry so, at least, they back off slightly.) and taking a poor man's refuge within the restroom. His hands had gripped the sink's edge so tightly that day, and the way his fingernails scraped -- nearly cracking and breaking off into tiny, little pieces onto fake marble floor -- against the base still lingered in the back of his skull.

It's so annoying. Why was it all such a big deal? They're dead. That's all. End of story.

"You weren't kidding," he remarked, wedging a brick wall between his thoughts (he drags himself out of it by himself, fingers digging into and ripping dirt out from the earth itself.) and the him that's residing in the present. It should've been a comment made in jest with, perhaps, a bit of well-humored envy spliced in. They should've intermingled seamlessly like whiskey and ginger. "I think my parents might've, ah... gone to America once."

Eyes rolled, simulating meager contemplation as he appeared to ponder. His parents weren't as well-traveled as the man next to him (thank god. he doesn't think he'd be able to handle it, never finding the time to simply enjoy being at home and staying home.) but there was the occasional story he remembered his father regaling. None of them particularly caught Kira's attention, but there were a few details (an artifact... egypt... some old crone...) that stuck out like a sore thumb.

With his gaze still facing forward, Kira rubbed his lips together and canted his head mildly to the left. One hand revealed itself shortly after, moving to rub at the now exposed area of his neck. Lips furled in a modest grimace, as if he's only been made aware of this sudden ache (this is how people fidget without being rude, right?) mere seconds beforehand. He doesn't think to comment on the discovery via dialogue nor a noise that, otherwise, would've been involuntary.

"My father more-so," came the correction moments later, but Kira's polite (fuck. why did he have to do everything?) in the addition. His tone's light and soft, mixing in with the waves rolling in and out. "He, ah... used to travel when I was younger; he liked going to Egypt. My mother wasn't--"

It's then that the words snag on something (did he say too much?) sharp, and it's enough to bring him to an abrupt stop. Fingers clenched down on his neck (tell him the truth: did he say too much?) and gave one, hefty squeeze. He doesn't feel anything so he keeps squeezing and... nothing. He still feels nothing.

Was it his turn to speak? He doesn't recall. Were there any rules in the first place? He thinks there might've been. A conversation was always between, at least, two people. They took "turns". Kira knew that much. He had to have known that much!

"--... much for traveling, I..."

His grip releases (it leaves behind a pale spot that soon blemishes into an angry red.) and removes itself entirely. Moving his hand back into its designated pocket, Kira turned his head away from the other and shut his eyes. Clearing his throat, he mumbled an apology under his breath before proceeding.

"My apologies. I interrupted you," he offered as an explanation without yet turning his head. A scowl was gradually working itself across his features, and he's all-too familiar with the feeling. "It does seem, um..."

(i don't fucking care.)

"...like you've been all over the world."

#coollyinterferes #＊ 💥 持味：in character. #＊ 💥 𝐯.one，今：another one bites the dust！！ #ummmm < / 3 #😭 for some reason the post trimmer won't let me... trim the Original Thread anymore? im suspecting mayhaps it's bc of how old it could be #but otherwise i dont know and i am So Sorry that i had to do this omg JNDKMFKMDDKM 🙇🙇🙇 #anyway. AJFJGKMFFKMFKM #kira @ speedwagon: do you mind if i politely manipulate you into thinking i'm overly considerate. do you mind if i do that. huh. do you-- #long post for ts /

[godkilller]

THE BLACK LACQUER BOX────its sleek, obsidian surface inlaid with a vibrant design of gold filigree sunflowers────promises that Gin is allowed to keep and use even after having finished with its contents, and it has enough heft to it, that Izuru offers to hold it for his captain as he opens it. Inside, an unlabeled bottle of a sweet-looking, amber-colored liquid is carefully cradled in satin lining.

❝ I made this wine from the persimmons, ❞ Izuru informs, the shyness reaching his eyes and a thumb idly tracing the stem of a sunflower. The Kira family, with its roots in rice-farming, produces its own quality sake enjoyed by the Seireitei's wealth and those who like to splurge, but Izuru kept their seal off of this particular batch. It would feel a little tasteless otherwise, no? And its not much, in the way of gifts────this wine, this hand-painted box. He thought that the personal touches would be nice, but now it doesn't feel like it should be enough. He'd give Gin so much more, if the man was less the subdued sort.

❝ ...If you and Rangiku would like to make plans for your birthday, I would be happy to watch Keiko for you. And, I insist you let me pay for your special evening. ❞

gin's birthday asks! open from sept. 9 - 16th.

THE LIEUTENANT WAS EVER-READY TO LEND GIN A HELPING HAND, EVEN IF IT WAS TO SIMPLY UNBOX A GIFT. The bottle residing within was sizeable, enough so that Gin let out an audible 'ooh' at its unveiling.

❝ I'm gonna haveta hide this from Rangiku, ain't I? ❞ Came a light tease whilst Gin let Izuru take credit where it was due; this was an exceptional gift, and he needn't worry so much about it being considered small or insignificant. Gin loved persimmons, and he knew how much Izuru disliked them -- so that fact alone made the work put into this gift worth tenfold the typical amount. How'd Izuru manage to endure that process? The smell alone was likely enough to make him want to scrunch his nose on a good day, right? He knew his lieutenant well enough that every offering of his persimmons from the tree he regrew on the Third's grounds was often met with reluctance if not downright rejection, albeit sheepish. This was cute, truly, and thoughtful of Izuru.

❝ Thank you, Izuru, I'll enjoy every last drop of this. ❞ With a slight bow of his head, Gin meant what he said. This gift would be savored. However, the additional offering of babysitting services made Gin chuckle out a low noise of amusement, his smile bright.

❝ No need to offer payin', y'know. But Keiko-chan sure does like hangin' out with ya. ❞ The truth, regardless of whether or not Rangiku had plans of hauling him off for a nice dinner or something else -- Izuru was always welcomed as part of the family simply based on just how much Keiko enjoyed his company.

The girl was a handful to anyone else, but with Izuru Gin supposed she felt some sense of worry over making the poor lieutenant more stressed out than he already was as a baseline. She respected him, too, and thought he was the 'coolest lieutenant besides mom' last Gin heard. She'd probably insist on showing him the latest tech she snagged from Urahara Kisuke or the Twelfth Division, though Gin hardly understood most of that. The phones were certainly beyond him, but maybe Izuru could keep up with her babbling about apps.

#[ roleplay ] predator; murder on his mind & hymns on his tongue #[ verse: new generation ] we deserve a soft epilogue; a peaceful beginning #gin's 2k23 birthday celebration #[ dynamic: gin and rangiku ] grow from the sorrow in me; the winter in us #;w; aw IZURUUUUUU. #also keiko being a menace but always behaving with izuru gives me life. #is she still a handful? and a lil brat? yeah. #but keiko doesn't want izuru to worry himself to death so she tries not to stress him out. #only comical moments --

[basingstokemercury]

Okay ,so I was slightly off. the changeling!Julian episodes are from Rapture not The Ascent.

(This post got way longer than intended. Below the cut, I dive into deeply analysing his acting and writing in those episodes.)

Judging by In Purgatory's Shadow/By Inferno's Light, the changeling's tells seem to be:

Blank, empty expression when at rest (real!Julian does a fair amount of staring vacantly or intently, but this is more so somehow).

Very little eye movement, including blinking (compare real!Julian's tendency to dart his eyes everywhere, even when focused on a conversation).

The last one is a bit trickier, I can't quite tell if it's there or not. I do think the changeling is less hyperactive than real!Julian - we see him fiddling with his hands in the opener, before the reveal, but on the whole he seems to have a much easier time keeping still.

Vocally I believe some emotion is lacking, but that could be subjective because it's what I come in inclined to see.

Now, rewatching Rapture, The Darkness And The Light, and The Begotten (skipping For The Uniform because he isn't there):

First off, I'm certain the timeline doesn't hold up but don't feel like doing the maths. We'll put that aside for now.

None of these episodes show Julian doing anything other than his job. Could be a tell, but that's not unknown in the show and the changeling does take part in the same social activities as his counterpart.

Eye movements and blinking look roughly normal to me, though we see very little of the darting movements I mentioned. Maybe it's because we only see him focused on his job here, with few distracting stimuli?

Facial expressions feel normal, I think?

There's a full trademark Julian Smile at Quark's antics in The Begotten.

We definitely see genuine upset in The Darkness And The Light when Fala is murdered and again when he treats Kira after the explosion, an emotion I don't think the changeling is capable of faking well (see In Purgatory's Shadow, delivery on "You can't let him go, it's too dangerous").

The second of these also begins with Kira unconscious, meaning the changeling wouldn't have to pretend, so that's pretty conclusive evidence that either we're seeing real!Julian all the way up to there or the actors didn't know about the changeling twist until the episode it happened.

(my shipping brain is getting a little distracted by that scene. I'll have to file it away for later.)

I'm not sure about body language, we don't get enough to really tell and no scenes where real!Julian would be visibly fidgeting.

The first scene after the opening credits of The Begotten has head movements that feel very natural when talking to Sisko for a moment. We can't see his eyes very well, though.

On the whole, I do think the acting feels right. If the writers knew they were going to pull the changeling twist in episodes leading up to it, I doubt they told the cast.

Now, to the story analysis.

Why would a changeling want to save Sisko in Rapture? Surely this would be the perfect chance to go "oops, a delicate operation failed, there goes the leader of our most immediate opposing force"?

Yes, he insists on waiting for Jake's permission to operate, which could be seen as a stalling tactic.

But this is the chief medical officer. He's the one who found the problem in the first place and the one who stated the need for an operation. I find it dubious that a changeling would do that and not just wait until too late then claim he didn't realise what was going on in time.

I covered The Darkness And The Light under my acting analysis, nothing really interesting in the story department. I can believe a changeling would be concerned for the safety of Kira's baby even if it saw her as an enemy.

Then again, that changeling is later willing to destroy an entire solar system. Makes me wonder what it was like impersonating someone so loved and loving for a month, if any of that rubbed off, what its own personality was like and how it felt about the orders it was given... Someone else can definitely write that fic better than me though.

Suffice it to say, I'm absolutely convinced on the basis of acting that Alexander Siddig is not knowingly playing a changeling in this episode.

The Begotten... now this is a really interesting one if the changeling is there. It's about a baby changeling! Which dies! I can only imagine a changeling's emotions not even being able to tell this child that they're the same.

I'm not sure what to make of his first reaction to the baby changeling. He doesn't know it's a baby, of course, but would real!Julian's reaction to a sick changeling really be "this is dangerous" and not "it needs our help, that's the first thing to worry about"?

Or is that what a changeling would say, trying to pose as a suspicious human?

That's the first point in the changeling column so far.

His reaction to the baby's deterioration and death seems to be his usual bedside manner in terminal cases - concerned, but being strong for the patient and their loved ones.

Another changeling would likely have been more deeply affected, but someone on a mission of impersonation likely knows how to hide their emotions.

In conclusion:

I love changeling!Julian, both as an amazingly acted character (with surprisingly analysis potental for someone who appears in one two-parter and dies) and as part of a great episode.

But I don't think the consequences of his existence were thought out too well by the writers or directors.

Still, I much prefer this to our other poorly-foreshadowed Julian-related reveal, although that's definitely a low bar.

Time to go write some fanfic.

#space station squad #the julian bashir chronicles #deep space nine

[motsimages]

A thing that bothers me above all else in Star Trek is that they are constantly working and seem to take little to no time off. Which, fine, sure, US work culture, except: they live in a society where all needs are met and money doesn't exist.

So... why is O'Brien not going down to Bajor to see his wife and kid once a week for days? He speaks to Keiko like "Oh, I won't see you again for 3 months". Because you don't want to, Miles. You could just transport there if you didn't want to get on a ship for *check's notes* 3 fucking hours. What is 3 hours in a world with interstellar travel? What is your excuse?

Why don't we see them out of uniform more often, even if they are showing up at Ops? Why don't they speak more often of their holidays, plans for days off, etc.? They did this in CSI Las Vegas, they made sure they showed through costuming choices and writing alone that they had a life outside of work, that they were overworked through complaining. They forced Sara to take days off and stop working in the field because she had done more hours than she had in her contract. And that was in the US 1990s, so....

Apparently, getting a project/a job position approved in DS9 is as simple as saying "I'd like to open a school, is there a room for this?" and they give you the room, the computers and whatever else you need for it. So why is not O'Brien going "Ask Command to send me 10-15 engineers, I need rotation here because this station is falling apart and so is my mental health. Also, I'm going to Bajor for the weekend."

I understand that the important plot points and things that happen happen while they are working, but I have yet to see Sisko saying "take a couple of days off, you're overworked". Bashir has forced Kira to stop working because she was stressed, but Sisko said nothing? Why?

Sisko, btw, who is rarely out of uniform and out of duty, another one who is overworked in exchange for what? What are the work laws in a society where you don't have to work if you don't want to?

Also... Why was Benjamin so interested in Jake getting to work with Chief O'Brien as an apprentice at age 15? He said he also started working at age 15. Again, what are the laws regarding child work in a society like this?

And again, in exchange for what? Replicator credit? Transporters credit? Time off that nobody takes because apparently is not mandatory? And this is a station near a planet, not a ship in the middle of fucking nowhere, they really could just go to Bajor. Or is it because Bajorans have other work laws and they have to adapt? Why don't they comment on it then?

I understand there are budget and technical limitations to make the series outside of the station. That's why I mentioned using costuming and writing to show what happens in their time off or explain why they are not taking time off. Or is it because if they did it, people would realise in real life that they could live better?

#star trek #star trek: ds9

[sparkwhorunswithwolves]

Minor things that will never not piss me off: why do the opening credits always establish the girls as Scott's girlfriend first? And somewhat competent I guess second?

#teen wolf #Rewatching teen wolf s5 #Because Allison was introduced as Scott's gf and only /then/ as a hunter all the way through 3b #And Kira doesn't even make it into the opening credits #Okay s4 features all of them as individuals (yay?) even if Kira is last #S5 does the *Scott kisses kira* *Kira + weapon* again #(Liam is just kind of standing there lmao)

[sheerfreesia007]

Scaredy Cats

Title: Scaredy Cats

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Author: @sheerfreesia007​​

Words: 1,974

Warnings: Fluff, Cursing (I checked it but I couldn’t find any but I’m exhausted right now so I’m just gonna put this here as a catch all. Y’all should know by now that I curse.)

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711​, @fioccodineveautunnale​, @phoenixhalliwell​, @synystersilenceinblacknwhite​

Teen Wolf Tag List: @linkpk88​, @pure-ghost​, @awkwardnesshabitat​

Author Notes: This was super cute to write and I had originally planned it going a different way but alas, my mind has been uncooperative lately so it went a totally different way. But I love it! I hope you enjoy! Feedback is always appreciated.

Gif Credit: Google

It was finally Halloween and you were excited for the Halloween party that Lydia was throwing for the pack. It was Friday night and you were excited to let loose with your friends. Beacon Hills had been relatively safe for the month of October and the pack had been able to relax a little bit, so of course Lydia had decided that a party was in store.

         You had volunteered to drive her up to the lake house ahead of everyone else to be able to help her set up for the party. On the way there the two of you had stopped at a store to pick up even more Halloween decorations than what she had at the lake house. That’s where the two of you were now roaming the aisles of the holiday section of the store as you peruse their selection of decorations.

         “So I’m thinking maybe these little ghost lights to hang in the front windows.” Lydia said as she picked up two boxes of ghost lights and set them in the cart that you were pushing around.

         “Oooohhh, I’ll get this and we can make that bubbling witches brew drink for the pack.” you said excitedly as you held up a black plastic cauldron meant to hold punch.

         “That’s a great idea!” Lydia said as she moved to walk next to you as the two of you continued to shop. “You think they’d all want to do party games or just hang out?” she asked curiously.

         “I think Isaac said that they were planning on bringing horror movies for us all to watch.” you said with a grimace on your face. Lydia looked over at you with a sympathetic look. You shrugged before continuing. “They did a vote and the majority was for the horror movies.” 

         “Well I voted no.” she said as she shook her head and you grinned over at her before leaning into her side.

         “I know you, me and Stiles voted no.” you said softly. “Though I’m surprised you voted no, you normally don’t have an issue with the horror movies.” you said as you looked over at her, her only response being a shrug of her shoulders. The two of you continued walking down the aisle and browsing whatever else decoration you could pick up for the lake house.

         “You know maybe we could use this to your advantage.” she said slyly as she held up a creepy old looking lantern before placing it back on the shelf. You tilted your head curiously as you placed a package of fake spider webs in the cart.

         “What do you mean?” you asked, distracted as you shopped. You didn’t see Lydia look over and smile widely at you.

         “I mean with your little crush.” she teased and you choked on air before turning around to glare at her. That’s why she voted no, she didn’t want to single you and Stiles out.

         “You said you wouldn’t talk about it.” you hissed quietly as your eyes darted around the aisle. Thankfully only the two of you were there.

         “I said I wouldn’t talk about it around any of the pack.” Lydia reminded you as she flung her arms out from her body to indicate there were no pack members around. You sighed softly and nodded at her to continue. “You should sit next to Stiles and whenever a scary part comes on you can inch closer and closer to him.” You laughed softly at her advice and shook your head.

         “Lyds, he doesn’t see me that way and he’d probably be just as scared as me during the movie. I’d have to protect him.” you said shaking your head. Lydia looked contemplative for a minute before nodding her head.

         “You’re right you’d be the knight in shining armor and he’d be the damsel.” she said giggling brightly. “That’d be a sight to see.” You both laughed happily imaging Stiles as a princess and you as a knight while you checked out at the register.

           It was hours later when you and Lydia were just finishing up setting out the snacks for the halloween party. The pack was due to arrive soon and the two of you had managed to get up all the decorations that you bought to make the room look festive. You were standing in the large kitchen filling the cauldron with the smoky punch you had made when you heard the rest of the pack arrive. Looking up you smiled brightly when Kira squealed and rushed over to you giving you a warm tight hug. Malia was next as she sauntered into the room with a slight scowl on her face.

         “I don’t like halloween.” she said testily and you smiled as you wrapped your arms around her.

         “Well you’ll enjoy the horror movies at least. It’s all blood and gore and scary things.” you told her as you pulled away and saw her grin.

         “Yeah Isaac said that he picked out the really scary ones for us to watch.” she said happily. You laughed along with Kira as you shook your head. Your eyes darted over to the doorway when you heard a commotion and saw Stiles and Scott bringing in bags filled with the take out that you had all decided to order. 

         Scott sent you a grin and a nod while Stiles walked over to wrap you in a warm hug. You felt your body begin to melt against him as you returned the hug. It was always like this with Stiles, so easy and familiar. And he was always giving out hugs. You had once told Lydia that hugs from Stiles were the best because it seemed as if his whole body curved around you keeping you in a warm protective little bubble.

         “Wanna be my movie buddy tonight?” he asked softly into your ear making you shiver. You looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. “I mean, so that we can get through this together. You know everyone else is alright with the scary movies.” He tried to explain as you kept looking at him. A soft smile then fell onto your lips.

         “What about Lydia?” you asked him and he looked down at you confused.

         “What about her?” he asked in his confusion.

         “She voted no on the movies too. Why don’t you be her movie buddy?” you asked a little unsure of yourself. You wanted to be his movie buddy but he had had a crush on Lydia for years and you didn’t want to be his second choice if Lydia had already told him no.

         “Lydia only voted no because she didn’t want to go with the rest of the pack. You know she doesn't’ have a problem with scary movies.” he answered easily. “Besides she’d pick on me if I got scared next to her. You don’t make fun of me, at least not too much.” You laughed brightly at his words and smirked over at him.

         “I can’t help it when you make it too easy.” you teased him and he grinned down at you before nudging your hip with his.

         “Yeah well, what do you say? Suffer through the movies together with me?” he asked softly. You grinned up at him and nodded your head.

         “I’d be delighted to.” you answered. Neither one of you noticed the six pairs of eyes watching you both with a knowing look in them.

           You couldn’t see anything but you could hear all of it. All of the screaming and the squelching noises of death. The body that was tightly wrapped around you in fear kept jerking whenever a new sound would resonate from the speakers of the tv.

         “Don’t look, it sounds horrible.” Stiles muttered into your ear as he tugged you tighter against him while he buried his face in your neck and hair. The two of you had commandeered the love seat in the living room as your own stating that no one would want to sit with the two scaredy cats of the group anyway since there’d be a lot of flying limbs. Shifting against him you curled further into his chest as his longer legs lay on either side of you on the sofa. Stiles had his back to the armrest of the sofa and had easily placed you in between his open legs when he had sat down. You had at first been shocked and embarrassed but when Lydia, Kira and Malia had each sent you a knowing look you had known your face was heated for a completely different reason. Thankfully none of the boys had looked at you or you’d probably be even more embarrassed.

         “Geeze Stiles why don’t you let the poor girl breathe.” Liam said teasingly and you peeked over Stiles’ arm that was wrapped tightly around you. He was grinning over at the two of you from his spot on the floor next to Malia. 

         “Yeah it looks like you’re trying to smother her.” Malia said with a wink shot your way and you huffed softly at her. You felt Stiles’ arms loosen around you and you got a full look at the tv screen in front of you. Blood, gore and death was depicted as the killer came at one of the victims with a large blade.

         “Nope, nope, nope.” you said quickly and completely turned into Stiles’ body so that your face was now pressed into his neck so you didn’t have to watch the movie. Stiles chuckled softly and wrapped his arms around you again.

         “You okay?” he asked softly into your ear as you got situated comfortably against him.

         “Don’t listen to the newbs on the floor.” you said adamantly and felt Stiles’ chuckle vibrate against you.

         “Noted.” he responded and you easily fell into a lulled state of content as the movie continued playing.

           You slowly felt yourself coming up from your deep sleep when you heard whispered hurried voices around you.

         “You think we should wake them?” came a soft voice that you knew was Kira.

         “They look so cute together. You’d think he’d finally make a move on her.” Lydia said softly and you heard the shutter click of a photo being taken.

         “He doesn’t get it that she’s into him too.” Scott responded. “He’s cautious, doesn’t want to get his heart broken.”

         “Well then maybe I’ll make a move, I think she’s cute.” Liam said brightly and suddenly you felt Stiles move from underneath you. You had obviously fallen asleep on the boy and he hadn’t moved you an inch, probably too comfortable himself as body heat the two of you had created was quickly lulling you back into a sleepy daze.

         “You even try to and I’ll bury you in wolfbane where no one will find you.” Stiles threatened sleepily and you shifted against him when you heard the raspiness of his voice. The pack all waited as you pretended to fall back asleep on him before the pack laughed softly at his words.

         “You wanna head up to bed or stay here with her?” Scott asked Stiles softly.

         “Stay here. If she wakes up I’ll help her up to bed.” Stiles responded and you felt your heart begin to pick up in your chest. You heard the movements of the pack as they all left to head up to bed and you shifted against Stiles again. “How much of that did you hear?” he asked softly and you grinned as you nuzzled against his neck feeling him shiver against you.

         “Make a move on me Stilinski.” you whispered in his ear and heard his sharp intake of breath. When you pulled away to blink dreamily up him he cupped your face and pulled you into a soft sweet kiss.

         “Gladly.” he responded after pulling away.

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Give me your gushy feels about your murder boy 👀

MY FRIEND YOU’VE OPENED A CAN OF WORMS HERE.

by the time I answer your question, this post could be a little... incomprehensible... but it’s my blog, I get to do what I want-

oh boy where to start with Light Yagami?

Okay what I really, really like about Light is his intelligence (which I ABSOLUTELY ENVY-). HE IS SMART. Not just academics, but like doing his best to think ahead and he knows how to play the long game, which I really have to give him credit for lasting that long without getting caught.

While I don’t really like the idea of him becoming the ‘god of the new world’ and his god-complex is kinda problematic, I gotta hand it to him, what he set out to do takes a lot of GUTS. His motivation is even more admirable as hell!! I can’t even get out of bed because it’s too freaking comfy to leave. This man doesn't let things halt / stop him from achieving his goals. I kinda admire him for that.

Now a lot of people really like debating which version of Light is better.

Innocent, sweet and harmless Yotsuba! Light

Intimidating, attractive and cunning Kira! Light

Personally, I love both. i have two hands for this reason alone, and they are just so different.

Yotsuba! Light is just so.... innocent... He like deserves hugs and lots and lots of love. In that entire arc, he kinda looks like a lost puppy and honestly that alone makes me want to hug him and tell him everything is going to be okay. He’s so human, so vulnerable and being an empathetic person I would really want to do my best to help him in anyway I can. In fact that entire arc REALLY made me fall for him in a way, and it was very heartbreaking to see him become Kira again- it really makes you think about what life could have been like for him had he not picked up the death note. 

(LOOK AT HIM, HOW CAN I NOT WANT TO PROTECT THOSE PUPPY EYES)

Kira! Light is.... very very very attractive~ dare I say devilishly handsome~ I mean can’t look at an image of him without blushing or getting flustered- I’m not sure what it is about Kira! Light that draws me to him. Maybe its the fact that ‘holy shit he’s drop dead gorgeous when he’s evil’ and that ‘he’s too handsome to be a suspect, that he’s so normal that no one would think he’s the most wanted person alive. His acting and social skills are really really good, especially for someone who has a god complex-

He is so composed and contained in his emotions, but he still obviously cares about his family and innocent lives; and I have a soft spot for that kind of thing. Family means everything and honestly even if you want to rule the world you have to draw some lines in the sand just in case!!!

(this image stirs MANY FEELINGS, SOME THAT CAN’T BE EXPRESSED HERE)

uhhhh whenever I look at him all I feel is two things:

I want to hug him. I want to hug him and tell him that he’s enough the way he is. The stresses of being a child prodigy and the pressure of being the top student by his parents must be very damaging to his mental health, and all I want to do is hug him and give him affection - to tell him that’s he’s perfect the way he is. I want to tell him that it’s okay to be vulnerable, that it’s okay to not succeed. I just want him to know that he’s fine the way he is and that it’s okay to lean on another person when you need to- which imo Light desperately needs that. 

I also just kinda want to be his queen?? right hand woman? IDK. All I know is that I want to sit in his lap, rest my head on his shoulder and doze off to sleep while he looks on lovingly I guess??? I want to be supportive of him and be his equal. I’m aware his track record isn’t great when it comes to women but shshshshshs a girl can dream-

i just really, really, really love Light; and despite his problematic ways I will still love him in every way, shape and form

#ask me anything #i will live on this hill and i will die on this hill #📓🖊 Murder Spouse #💘 Our New World #f/o gushing #gush post #f/o gush #romantic f/o #beizzita #self ship #self ship community #self shipping

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(Art by the lovely and wonderful @eldstunga)

Character Dossier - Captain Ela Kira. Pirate, Smuggler, Thief, Lover, PITA.

Name - Ela Kira (Possibly not born name)

Age - Unknown, Approx late twenties to early thirties by Galactic Standard Calendar.

Birthplace - Unknown (Possibly space born. Paperwork has conflicting statements. Possible forgery.)

Citizenship - Iridonian and Republic citizenship. Unconfirmed Imperial Citizenship.

Occupation - Transport Hauler Captain. Former military service, possibly Republic, but unverified.

Affiliation - Neutral and largely independent, but unconfirmed Imperial connections.

Hair colour - Silver gray

Eye colour - Orange

Skintone - Tanned and light orange

Height - 5'8

Weight -

Build - Strong and toned figure. 

Tattoos - Iridonian Zabraki facial tattoos, star system right forearm, tech styled left forearm. 

Augmentation - Minor eye modification. Unknown purpose - eyes have noticeable glow to iris with faint visible black lines, sclera darker and more grayish in colour.

Other notes - Scar lines on right cheek

Ela Kira is a pirate, a thief, a smuggler, and a criminal by all accounts and definitions under the Republic. A trail of boarding actions, heists, contraband and broken laws follow her across her over a dozen major systems, along with as many small bounties often placed by corporations seeking reprisal.

The oddity lies in the fact that while she fits all those descriptions - Ela does not fit them. Of all 47 confirmed piracy raids linked to her - only 6 had cases of minor bodily harm to sentients, with the situations being either someone attempting to surprise her or otherwise. Ela either seems to convince her targets into cooperation or stuns them and leaves them safely out of the way. It has been noted several crews report 'extremely annoying behaviour' from her, such as singing over the ship PA or playing Hutt Opera music, but otherwise no abusive or hostile behaviour to them.

Ela's preference for non-violence and non-lethal even extends to rivals and foes, with reports collected by several saying she famously doesn't hold grudges - even against repeated attempts on her by some of them. Most of her direct rivals seem annoyed by her at worst, but lack the usual murderous ill will found amongst most pirates. The limit of this ‘no grudges’ rule isn’t clear, as most of the ones we spoke to were unaware of anyone pushing her too far, though rumours exist.

Many bounty hunters we spoke to also reported this, some even remarking she seemed happy to see them, flirting and providing banter to 'regular' hunters who arrested her. She has even been cooperative at times out of familiarity.

It should be noted that several hunters confirmed her attitude has worked to some degree. A few admitted to successfully catching her, only to release her on, to quote a specific hunter; "very good and happy terms until round two for usual fun" - they refused to clarify further. One commented in passing that Ela is, using an exact quote, 'A better snuggler than she is smuggler' but also refused to clarify on this.

Further inspection into her piracy reveals a pattern and motive that helps explain this unusually friendly attitude towards her.

Ela focuses largely on stealing either credits or raiding corporate transports carrying very specific cargo. Twelve of her raids all involved her stealing medical equipment and supplies that had been sent for disposal and destruction - despite being functional and useful still. The fact said equipment has been tracked to sentientarian aid vessels and work only adds to the unusual behaviour of Ela. 

To put it simply, she seems to steal from the rich corporations to give to the poor and in need of aid. Most credits she takes have been tracked to funding relief and medical efforts, as do most things she steals. The rest of the credits are seemingly dispensed across a dozen cantinas, clubs, and bars.

It has even been noted that several transport captains in the sectors Ela operates know of her and, like her rivals and hunters, treat her as a frustrating nuisance at worst. Some have been accused of aiding her through leaking the contents of their cargo, but this has been proven false on all accounts. They have been accused of being ‘overly cooperative’ as well, which is an unusual accusation and often dropped after the captains and crew point out they’re still being held at blasterpoint or stunned by the pirate.

It is, however, very clear she has supporters and sympathisers who do leak such things as her as the method and nature of her methods are too organised not to have such intel given to her.

Ela largely works alone, with the exception of making use of various droids to assist her larger or more complex operations. The few instances of her working with other sentients has seemingly always via her being hired, and only when the job follows her interests.

The pirate is often described as an open and energetic character, with a cheerful friendliness that can easily be mistaken as naiveness and innocence. Ela is neither, having proven herself as cunning and intelligent, but seems more than happy to play dumb for fun or her own odd amusement at times. Combined with her martial skills and piracy experienced, she is proven very capable of holding her own as needed, or outdoing opponents in other manners.

Overall, Captain Ela Kira is something of a decent person who's taken to piracy and heists for her own goals and excitement, with no apparent care to enrich herself on a financial level. Whilst she is still very much an issue and a criminal, it's of a better class than most of the more murderous characters. Attempting to get her to work towards our own goals and as an ally might be possible, if not for an apparent backer who already has the strings to pull her out of most arrests and prisons without too much fuss.

Additional note - She dislikes Kowakian monkey-lizards (and some sister species)  with some passion and has been known to be openly hostile towards them. Given the nature of Kowakians this isn't a large surprise, however she is seemingly struck with very bad luck when dealing with them. Several escalations involving the creatures have gone poorly for Ela, which only furthers her negative views on them. This only powers the cycle of behaviour towards and from them.

It isn't clear what has caused this dislike to occur beyond the abrasive nature of the average Kowakian, but it seems to be going well in their favour more than Ela's.

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