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kaminocasey · 1 year

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Joyride

Summary: You and Hunter have been ignoring your feelings for each other for a year, but can't any longer when you're sent on a mission together.

Pairing: Hunter x f!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Angst, Enemies to Lovers, SMUT, Sex on a speeder bike, unprotected p in v (wrap it up friends), Cid (lol)

WC: 3.2K

A/N: OKAY don't be mad at me for having Cid in this bc I started writing this way before that finale and before we knew that Cid was a traitorous asshole, so I'm sorry about that. BUT sex with Hunter on a speeder bike should make up for it, right?? (Also, if you saw me post this earlier on my main, no you didn't lol.)

TAGLIST FORM │Bad Batch Masterlist

“Dark and Broody, Mopey… You two will be going on this one alone.” Cid points at you and Hunter.

That’s what Cid calls you, Mopey. Even though she’s known you your whole life and absolutely knows your name. You moped about Hunter to her one time and now the name has stuck.

“What?” You and Hunter ask, simultaneously and then look at each other uncomfortably.

Crossing your arms, you glare. “We don’t do alone missions.”

“That’s not my problem. I need a couple who won’t stick out too much.” Cid starts to walk away toward her office, knowing you’ll follow. “It’s easy. In and out. Get the drive. Bam. You’re done.”

“A couple?” Hunter asks, still trying to catch up.

“Yeah, a couple. Ever heard of the word?” Cid sits at her desk, rummaging through her drawers. “Two people who are together.”

“We aren’t together, though.” Hunter glances at you as you lean in the doorway with crossed arms, looking at you as if you have some sway here.

You’ve known Cid your whole life. She apparently used to run with your mom back in the day and when your mom passed, Cid took you in. She looks up at you, knowingly and you shake your head, walking out so you can leave Hunter to argue with her. It was a lost cause arguing with her. You learned that long ago.

“Good luck.” Echo tells you, smirking from the bar.

You flip him off and then look to make sure Omega wasn’t watching. Thankfully, she and Wrecker are in a heated Dejarik game while Tech watches over Wrecker’s shoulder. You can’t help but be grateful for this little group that you and Cid found a year ago.

“You know, you’re pacing.” You tell Hunter from the co-pilot’s seat as the ship travels through hyperspace.

It’s quiet without the rest of the Batch, you notice. Too quiet. It occurs to you how little time you and Hunter have been around each other without any of the others around.

“Yeah. And?” He snips.

You prop your feet up in the seat in front of you, your dress slipping up to your thigh slightly. He looks down only for a second and walks off to the bunks to do something. With a roll of your eyes, you pull up your datapad and send off a message to Echo.

You: He’s impossible.

Echo: What do you want me to do about it?

You: Just complaining I guess?

Echo: You mean being mopey?

You: Fuck you.

Echo: LOL

You sigh and toss your datapad back into the seat, groaning in frustration.

“What is it?” Hunter stands in the doorway.

“Nothing.” You turn your seat around to look out at the blue hues of hyperspace.

“Right…” Hunter disappears again until right before you come up on Coruscant.

“So the plan-” Hunter stands in front of you when you land.

“I know the plan.” You stare up at him.

“Right. Okay then.” He sighs as he hands you your ear piece, giving you a curious look as he stares down at you.

“Okay.” You nod and open the hatch.

You leave the ship together, coming up on the speeder that one of Cid’s people left for you. He looks at the speeder bike.

“Don’t even think about it.” You grumble and point at your outfit. “Dress, remember?”

He chuckles. “Right.”

With a slight roll of your eyes, you get in the passenger side of the speeder. As he takes off, you try your hardest to not look at him in his nice outfit. He’s wearing a dark red collared shirt, the top two buttons undone, slightly revealing his tattooed chest, dress pants, and a gold chain you didn’t know he had.

You find yourself wanting to ask him about the chain and about the tattoo that was clearly a continuation of the half skull on his face. You’re tempted to question him if it goes all the way down…

“What?” Hunter picks up on your staring.

You go warm in the face instantly and look out your side of the speeder as he continues to drive. “Nothing.” He chuckles. “If you say so.”

Arriving at the casino, Hunter starts to get out but you stop him, leaning on the edge of the door. “What are you doing? Keep the speeder running in case I run into trouble. Thought you’ve done this before?” You smirk.

“I have.” He scowls at you. “You’re gonna go in alone, dressed like that?”

You raise your eyebrows. “Really? We’re gonna have this conversation?”

He thinks about it for a second. “Look… I know you can handle your own-”

“Great, then I’ll see you in a few minutes. Keep it running, I’ll be in and out.” You ignore him and walk away into the casino.

“Nothing wrong with backup, you know?” He grumbles in your ear as you walk up the steps to the second floor.

“Hush.” You tell him, smiling at the coat check person, politely.

You can feel some eyes on you as you walk onto the casino floor.

“You’re breathing heavily.” Hunter complains in your ear on the comm as you make your way through the casino full of people.

“No I’m not.” You roll your eyes. “You just have supersonic hearing.”

He chuckles. “I think you mean ultrasonic.”

“Maker, you’ve been hanging around Tech too much.” You shake your head to yourself.

Stars, why does his voice sound like that? It sounds like pure sex and it feels like he’s practically purring in your ear. And it’s going right to your-

“You good?” His voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

“Yep.” You take a wine glass off a waitresses tray and gulp it down in one go, trying not to think about what Hunter’s voice does to you.

“Please try not to get wasted.” He warns you.

“How did you know-” You put the empty glass on a passing tray and keep moving through the crowd of people who were clearly rich and well off.

“‘Supersonic’ hearing, remember?” He teases, lightly. “You… ahem… swallow loudly.”

He coughs and you try to not think about what he could be thinking of.

“Focus, Sarge.” You smirk, just trying not to argue with him for once. It’s really not a secret that you two don’t really see eye to eye, but that’s not your problem. It’s his. He’s the one who always starts the arguments. Like now, complaining about your breathing and your swallowing. If anyone deserved to complain, it’s you. You’re in this ridiculously snug dress and stupid heels and you’re ready to peel them off.

“Miss?” You hear a man’s voice behind you.

When you turn around, you find a handsome, young gentleman with a blue scarf that you’d been looking for. He’s supposed to be the one who gives you the drive.

“Hi. Luc?” You smile.

Easy mission, thankfully. In and out just like you told Hunter, making him wait out in the speeder.

“That’s me.” He grins. “They didn’t tell me that a beautiful woman was supposed to be meeting me. Could I buy you a drink first?”

You try to not roll your eyes as you keep a fake smile plastered on your face.

“Wow. What a tool.” Hunter’s voice fills your ear.

“That’s alright, thank you. Just the drive please.” You start to hand out your hand.

“Pity… Well in that case, I’m supposed to tell you,” He suddenly pulls a blaster out, keeping it low. “Cad Bane sends his regards.”

Kriff. Of course.

Acting quickly, you shove his hand away at the same time that he releases the trigger, sending blaster fire up into the air. You elbow him in the throat, making him double over in pain, gasping for breath, as you try to knock the blaster out of his hand. Suddenly, more blaster fire starts coming your way and you realize you’ve been set up.

All around you people scream as they scramble for safety in the casino.

“What’s happening?” Hunter’s voice is in your ear, panicked.

“Don’t worry about it. Keep the speeder running.” You grunt as you make for the balcony across the room, just hoping your heels hold up, pulling one of your blasters out and shooting at the people that are shooting at you.

“Don’t worry about it, she says, as blaster fire is literally firing around her.” Hunter mutters.

“Will you please shut up?” You snap as you start to climb over the side of the balcony, shooting toward the top of the building.

You look down for Hunter in the speeder but see him on a speeder bike instead.

“Where’s the speeder?” You yell.

“This is quicker!” He calls back.

With an annoyed groan, you stick your blaster back into your thigh holster and slide down the rope landing in Hunter’s lap, straddling his thighs while facing him. He lets out an ‘oof’ and takes off as people come running out of the lobby, shooting at the two of you.

“You could have let me climb off to get behind you.” You glare.

“No time. Hold on.” He revs the bike and starts going even faster through the undercity of Coruscant, causing you to press yourself to his chest.

You roll your eyes. “We were set up.”

“Yeah, no kriff.” Hunter rests his chin on your shoulder so you can see.

It almost feels natural… having him against you. You quickly push that thought away as you go to argue with him again.

“You know what-” You’re cut off as you realize people in speeders are after you, still shooting at you.

“A little help here would be nice.” He grunts, taking a sharp turn, trying to buy you some time so you can grab your blasters.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m on it.” You pull your blasters out of both thigh holsters.

When you try to situate yourself so you can shoot better, you only realize you accidentally brush up against Hunter’s crotch when he lets out a soft groan.

“Sorry…” You try. “Just shoot.” He says, through gritted teeth.

You immediately start to take out each shooter, precisely hitting each person so well that you can’t help but let out a chuckle.

“Crosshair would be so proud of me right now.” You compliment yourself.

“I’m sure.” Hunter grumbles as he shoots through an alley and then takes a hard right up into some sort of abandoned warehouse. When he thinks the coast is clear, he finally leans back, breathing heavily. You can’t even tease him about it, because your chest is heaving against his. With the deep glare that he’s giving you, his hate for you becomes evident.

“You know, you may hate me… and still not trust me… but I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me for the long haul.” You shrug, tucking your blasters back into your holsters.

“I don’t hate you.” He rolls his eyes.

“Then why-” You start but he crushes his lips to yours, shutting you up.

Every nerve ending in your body stands straight up and you fight between the urge to shove him off of you and also wanting more of him. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him closer and he grips your hips, grinding you against his hardened length, straining in his pants.

“You feel what you do to me?” He rasps against your lips, his voice full of need. “So, I don’t hate you, I’m-”

Without another word, your hands fall down to his zipper and pull his length free. His sentence is cut off as you rest your foreheads together, watching your hand expertly start to pump his cock. He’s thicker than you imagined he’d be. You’re definitely not complaining though.

“Fuck, mesh’la…” He groans, gripping your hips tighter.

The rumble of the speeder sends vibrations to your core and you can’t help the wetness that gathers in your panties, begging to coat Hunter’s perfect cock.

You raise up slightly, moving your panties to the side as you sink down on him and he lets out an incredibly loud groan while he grips you so tightly that you know you’re going to bruise. Maybe that’s what he’s going for. To remind you of today, no matter what happens when you get back to Ord Mantell.

You let out a soft gasp when his hands roam down to your ass and start to raise you up just to pull you back down onto his cock harshly. You’d been lying to yourself… You don’t hate him. You want Hunter just as bad, if not more.

He pulls your body flush against his, kissing your shoulder. “Been waiting for so long for this.”

You can’t help the needy whimpers that escape your lips for this man. The two of you had been fighting your urges for so long that you’d been convinced you hated each other. But now…

“Feels so fucking good… So perfect… made for me.” Hunter babbles incoherently and you grind against him as much as you can. You pull away to make sure you’re not slipping but he grips your chin and pulls your gaze back to his own. “Keep your eyes on me. I’ve got you, you’re not going anywhere.”

And fuck, if that isn’t the hottest thing a man’s ever said to you…

He takes your fingers and pulls them to his mouth, taking them in his mouth. Your entire body feels like it’s on fire. He knows exactly what he’s doing because he smirks around your digits before guiding your fingers down to your clit.

“Fuck… Hunter.” You groan, keeping your eyes on him, lips parted as the sounds echo off the metal walls of the warehouse as you rub your clit for him.

“That’s it, mesh’la… need you to cum for me so I can fill this pretty little cunt up.” He whispers gruffly and you nearly come apart just at those words alone. “If… if that’s okay with you.”

“Please.” You gasp with a desperate nod.

You’d never known Hunter had this side to him. Sure you called him dark and broody as a joke, but this was something else entirely. He’s looking at you with such voracity, that you don’t think there’s any coming back from it. You want him to look at you this way forever.

Pulling Hunter back in for a kiss so vehement, while still rubbing your clit, you near your edge. Your mind goes back to what he was saying earlier about not hating you. He didn’t give you a reason for acting the way he did.

“Hunter…” You whimper.

“What?” He rests his forehead against yours, still fucking you amorously.

When he looks at you, it’s with such a softness that you can’t help but melt.

“What…” You groan as he pushes you back on the speeder, reaching deeper into you with his cock. “What were you going to say… you don’t hate me… and?”

“Right now?” He asks, looking down between you with a breathless chuckle.

You nod as that familiar heat pools toward your warmth. “As… good a time… as any, right?”

The way he’s fucking you is absolutely ethereal. You don’t think you could go back to how things were before even if you wanted to. And you definitely don’t want to, right?

“Maker…” He grits with a breathy chuckle as you clench around him. “I’m- fuck… I’m in love with you, okay?”

As if that’s all you needed to hear, you cum, making his name sound like an entire prayer. Because that’s what coming around Hunter’s cock feels like. Absolutely spiritual.

He grins down at you and pulls you back up into his lap, wrapping his arms around you, fucking into you mercilessly, overwhelming both of you.

When his hips falter as he grips your sides, digging his fingers into you as he fills you up so fully that you spill out over the both of you. You can’t help but let out a soft laugh and then he lets one out as well.

“If I knew you’d react like that when I declared my love for you, I would’ve done it sooner.” He winks and you playfully slug him.

“You’re very lucky I don’t actually hate you.” You lean in closely and the breath in his throat hitches.

“I’ll say.” He agrees before crushing his lips to yours.

Neither of you are sure what’s next for you, but you’re already feeling more hopeful. Maybe it’ll help that you won’t be arguing for once when you break the news to Cid that the mission failed.

“I uh… actually wanted to show you something while we’re on Coruscant.” He coughs, awkwardly.

“Okay?” You look at him curiously.

He grins as he helps you off the bike to sit behind him again. You feel the slight run of cum start to drip down your thigh.

“Oh…” You look down and Hunter looks at your thighs as well, his grip on the handlebars tightening.

“Do you want to run by the ship and clean up before I show you the surprise?” He smirks.

“Please.” You nod, going warm in the face as you hop on the back of the bike. “I’d also like to change. These heels are the worst.”

He chuckles and relaxes into you when you wrap your arms around his waist and then takes off back toward the Marauder. It’s a strange feeling being so close to him after having so much distance between the two of you the past year.

“So, what is it with you and speeder bikes?” You ask him, resting your chin on his shoulder.

He shrugs. “I don’t know.”

“Yes you do.” You start to release his waist but he quickly grabs your arms and pulls them against him again.

“I’ve always wanted one. Since I saw one of the Alpha’s with one on Kamino when I was, you know, a “kid”.” He admits with a shrug.

“That’s sweet.” You kiss his shoulder. “We’ll get you one, one day.”

He pulls one of your hands up to his lips and kisses it and you can’t help but smile.

When you pull back up to the Marauder, Hunter helps you off the bike, like a gentleman.

“Didn’t know you had such a sweet side to you.” You tease as he pulls you against himself, looking down into your eyes with his own warm brown ones.

He smirks as he kisses you again. “Maybe we can shower… together… before I take you to that surprise.”

You find yourself desperate to have his mouth somewhere else.

“Yes please, Sarge.” You wrap your arms around him and he starts to lift you up but pauses as his ears perk up toward the Marauder and then pulls away to grab one of your blasters out of your holster, pointing it toward the hatch.

“Hunter, what is it?” You whisper.

All of a sudden, you hear a blaster shot come out from behind you and feel a bolt of electricity travel throughout your body. By the time you drop, you realize it’s too late and you’ve been stunned. The last thing you see before you pass out is Hunter going into attack mode.

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lord-pigeon · 1 year

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Okay as par my notes from last post, Objectively Good Designs (from a design standpoint):

Amber

Barbara

Cyno

Venti

Zhongli

Now this going off a few bits of criteria. Most specifically: Silhouette (can you tell this character apart from others if blackened out), Looks (what their job/personality is by just taking a quick look), Color Coordination (do their colors make sense/not clash), Simplicity (are they simple enough that you can just make them by poorly sketching them), and general vibes

Now Venti, I'll be honest, is pushing it a bit for the Simplicity bit, but if you took away all the details it's still him. Same goes for the others. Now, notably, these are all early and/or manga characters.

Especially for the manga characters since no artist with their mind in tact is gonna draw a gacha character's 86 zippers every panel. My justification under the cut:

Amber:

Originally the postergirl until the fandom shat on her and now she's thrown into barely-relevant hell. Due to that, they clearly kinda gave a shit about what they were doing, so let's go through.

Silhouette: Honestly, the bunny hairband is what makes her pop, when paired with goggles and her hair. Not a lot of characters have that combo when paired with her perkiness, so she does certainly stand out from the crowd

Looks: Goggles, shorts, and a general "aviator" esque look makes me think pilot. She's a gliding ranger, so that's as close as you'll get to pilot in fantasyland.

Color Coordination: Reds and Browns with a hint of white or yellow. Nothing crazy.

Simplicity: Just add the bunny band and her jumpsuit and really you got Amber.

Barbara:

Silhouette: She's generic, but it works for how generic she is. Pigtails, poofy dress, and the nun-nurse-esque cap are her three bits. Her problem is that other "nurse" characters tend to look similar, but her poofy dress sticks out since anime really likes the skin-tight nurse uniform vs poofy idol-esque dress.

Looks: At first glance, you'd never think she was a nun. But with her cap and her pigtails and cheerfulness, you'd def check her down for an idol. Since she's a healing (/nurse) nun...idol....entity, this works fine for her.

Color Coordination: White and Blue with a slight hint of cream/gold

Simplicity: Pigtails and a nuncap, a simple poofy dress, and bam, there's Barbara. She's a harder sell than others because well, she's an idol-nurse and those aren't that rare, but if put against those that aren't her archetype, she sticks out fine.

Cyno:

Silhouette: A very funny situation because of his helmet. His helmet is his silhouette. Since he's meant to be the Anubis archetype, that's almost perfect for him because it almost seems like his head is actually a jackal's.

Looks: Again, as an Anubis archetype, it's hard to fuck that up. He plays into that trope just fine and is actually one of the better versions of it. Anybody who knows about Anubis would probably assume Cyno has something to do with death, or judgement. As basically an assassin for plagiarists, that checks.

Color Coordination: Purple and Black with a hint of gold and white

Simplicity: Jackal helmet and everyone knows its Cyno. Personally, I wish they kept his blindfold and more monstrous bits from the spirit, but guess I'll die. They took away Nahida's character animations ffs.

Cyno is a very weird situation because the Anubis aesthetic is an incredibly solid one, and one that is so good, it doesn't raise to need much change. Of this list, he does feel the most weirdly complicated, but he's also the least dressed one here, so it's a strange balancing act.

Venti:

Silhouette: Typical bardish silhouette, so can easily be mistaken for others his archetype, ala Barbara. Yet if added with his pose, it sort of isolates itself as something unique.

Looks: He looks like a genki bard, he is a genki bard. Peak Leetle German Boie. All he's missing is lederhosen.

Color Coordination: Green and Brown with some white and gold

Simplicity: If you take away all his finer details, nothing about his design will really be lost. It sorta works in that sense. It's weirdly complicated at points, but without it, nothing about Venti's design....changes, per se.

Zhongli:

Disclaimer, this would have been a much different analysis if Chong Yun wasn't released in Arknights, or Yakumo from Nu Carnival existed yet.

Silhouette: A very smooth and elegant shape since he's wearing more or less traditional clothes. It's sorta difficult to gauge Zhongli since he's so rooted in Chinese design, it's like trying to gauge the silhouette of like, donghua characters, since they're so very Chinese, ya know?

Looks: He seems like a serious sort of fellow, and I recall the word ethereal being thrown around back during his release, which is accurate. Of all the archons so far, he really seems the most like a god or divine figure. He looks wise, and he looks pretty. Not quite as strong or brutish as one would expect from Geo, which is the dynamic his statue gave off, but again, a lot of his stuff is rooted in culture

Color Coordination: Brown and gold with a hint of orange

Simplicity: You can put him in MSPaint and it still would end up as Zhongli once all the details are taken out. However, there is a bit of a rising archetype of "brown-themed asiatic pretty boys with vague martial artist skills" which I think he started. Zhongli still sorta sticks out amongst his peers, but well, he has peers now. There's a reason people jumped onto Nu Carnival after seeing Yakumo and calling him BL Zhongli (coughmeincludedcough) and why I personally call Chong Yue Arknights Zhongli.

He's a weird, sorta iconic design like I feel Jing Yuan from Star Rail's gonna be

#but wheres X and wheres Y you must ask #i said objectively good designs #if i was picking favorites id have dehya or itto in here

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hmgn3 · 2 years

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22-June 散財記録

01(wed) ・Tori Kudo / 休日出勤 (2018, used 7inch) ・Precyz / Precyz (2001, used 2LP) 03(fri) ・Maria Usbeck / Amparo (2016, used LP) ・Eleventeen Eston / Delta Horizon (2014, used LP) ・The Notwist / Pilot (2001, used 12inch) ・Nikki McClure / Godzilla (1996, used 7inch) ・Cosmetic vs Konk / Now N.Y. (1983, used LP) ・Leo Kottke / Mudlark (1971, used LP) 05(sun) ・Fiona Fiasco & Melodiesinfonie / Forever Faking Memoirs (2021, LP) ・どくとる梅津DIVA / DIVA (1988, LP) 08(wed) ・Gina Birch / Feminist Song (2021, 7inch) ・Flitz & Suppe X B-Side / Cycles/Somewhere: One Day (2021, LP) ・Robert Storey / Come Up & Hear My Etchings (2018, LP) 09(thu) ・黒田誠二郎 / まちというまち/化合 (2022, 7inch) ・Spencer Doran / Remixes (2006, used 12inch) ・Young Zee / Stay Gold (1997, used 12inch) ・Μανώλης Γαλιάτσος, Ελένη Βιτάλη, Νίκος Ξυδάκης / Φως Αυγούστου (1989, used LP) ・Cash Money & Marvelous / Play It Cool/Ugly People Be Quiet (1987, used 12inch) ・Indifferent Dance Centre / Flight & Pursuit (1981, used 7inch) 15(wed) ・Aerial M / Post Global Music (1999, used LP) ・Orange Cake Mix / Silver Lining Underwater (The Bliss Out, Vol. 3) (1997, used LP+7 inch) 16(thu) ・三村京子 / 河を渡る (2022, CD) 17(fri) ・Table Sugar / Introductory Material (2016, used LP) ・Islaja / Palaa Aurinkoon (2005, used CD) ・Islaja / Meritie (2004, used CD) ・Orange Cake Mix / Another Orange World (1997, used LP) ・The George Russell Sextet / Electronic Sonata for Souls Loved By Nature - 1980 (1980, used LP) ・Graham Bond / Holy Magick (1970, used LP) 19(sun) ・海辺のニューゴリラ / 宅録デモ集 (2022, CD-R) 24(fri) ・Paco Sala / Ko Yo (2016, used 12inch) ・Soul-Junk / 1951 (1995, used LP) ・Wim Mertens / The Belly of an Architect (1987, used LP) ・The Jazz Corps Under the Direction of Tommy Peltier featuring Roland Kirk / The Jazz Corps (1967, used LP) ・ロジェ・フランス楽団 / 女と男のいる舗道 (1966, used 7inch) 25(sat) ・Alien Parade Japan (2022, 2LP) ・Spirit Fest / Live at Import Export (2022, cassette) 26(sun) ・13 & God / Men of Station (2005, used 12inch) ・3 Mustaphas 3 / Bam! Mustaphas Play Stereo (1985, used 12inch) ・Colin Newman / Provisionally Entitled The Singing Fish (1981, used LP) 30(thu) ・Cave Circles / Apricity (2017, used 12inch) ・Xela / Tangled Wool (2004, used LP) ・Marine Research / Sounds From the Gulf Stream (1999, used LP) ・Dimitri Tiomkin / 36 Hours (1965, used LP)

#disc

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jicklet · 3 years

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Practically Perfect Pilots → Gravity Falls

“This journal told me there was no one in Gravity Falls I could trust. But when you battle a hundred gnomes side-by-side with someone, you realize that they’ve probably always got your back.”

#gravity falls #gravityfallsedit #gravityfallsgifs #disneychanneledit #animationedit #perfectpilots #v posts things #v watches gravity falls #so I know there's an original test type pilot but we're going with the official one #which also had the benefit of Disney giving them enough leeway that this was the seventh episode they wrote #so I'm not counting this as cheating bc more networks should do that #give them the space to settle in and try stuff and see what their show actually is going to be #and then see what they need to be setting up #BAM pilot gold #I love the themes of trust and who's worth trusting and who's not that runs through the show #I just listened to all the commentaries and am riding high #they're on spotify! which was an awesome discovery #every time I do an animation edit I never want to go back to live action #it's so beautiful and colorful and full of CONTRAST by design #but I have two more planned for this pilot gif series so it's back to darktown for me #aw I just realized I'm posting this on the twins' birthday! nice coincidence #Error: success

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lightwelost · 3 years

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Favourite chuck episodes from any season?

This is one of the hardest questions anyone could ever ask me XD THEYRE ALL SO GOOD. I’m just going to say my top few favorite from every season :)

S1 • Vs The Intersect (Literally the best pilot anyone could ever ask for) • Vs The Truth (”Casey your jaw was chiseled by Michelangelo himself”) • Vs The Marlin (everything about this episode is gold, the Marlin just being passed around and everyone thinking that Chuck is going to propose is so funny)

S2 • Vs The Break-Up (but only because of the scene at the end with Skinny Love by Bon Iver playing when Chuck and Sarah basically end things and the acting is SO GOOD) • Vs Santa Clause (everything in this is a masterpiece ! Starts out so funny and light and then bam it’s Fulcrum and oh dang Sarah kills someone in cold blood it’s just SO GOOD) • Vs The Colonel (I have nothing to say other than if I had 43 minutes left in my life I would watch this episode)

S3 • Vs the Beard (SUCH A GOOD ONE Jeff and Lester singing Fortunate Son “What’s that noise?” “That’s the sound of freedom”) • Vs the Honeymooners (Most pure episode ever)

S4 • Vs The Seduction Impossible (Because who doesn’t love Roan Montgomery?) • Vs The Last Details (Volcoff !!) • Vs The Cliffhanger (look everything in the season 4 arc with volcoff was GOLD but the finale was so good)

S5 • Vs The Bullet Train (SIMPLY BC OF THE SCENE WHEN JEFF AND LESTER HAVE TO SAVE THE DAY) • Vs The Goodbye (because obviously and ugh RIVERS AND ROADS AND ONE MAGICAL KISS)

Anyway I know you probably weren’t asking for a list but this is what you got but if I had to pick just ONE I would have to choose Chuck Versus the Colonel because it’s so great. Thanks for asking :) What are your favorites?!?

#thank u SO MUCH for asking !! I got so excited when I saw I had an ask XD #also sorry it took me a while to respond I literally had to weigh the pros and cons of every episode #eobardwellscavanagh #tay answers asks #chuck

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syxjaewon · 6 years

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overture; ‘that which bends must break’

five years ago

Vera Noriko Regalis mon Blackhound sits at the head of the table like the right hand of god, steel woven into her clothes, into her skin, into her bones, the shiny metal reminiscent of her eyes when she’s at her finest. across the surface of the stained wood before her, a plethora of legality documentations, star-charting, navigational means, messages hidden in code, all of which are within her means of reach and reason, her many years on this job subsequent enough to render her well-versed. her name, its length and many years both whispered and shouted across the verse, has enough reputation wherever she may tread, enough lethality to keep troublemakers at bay, enough command to lead her ship and her crew steady and true.

or at least, that’s way it’s been, the way it’s always been, except for this past year. she’s gaining in age; there’s a reason one doesn’t see many older space pirates about, a reason why adventure is for the young. and vera is not young anymore, not for a while, not healthy enough for these sorts of excursions for too much longer, not patient enough to continue her job and her livelihood the way it has been all these years. she grows tired, spent, the bones in her body feel long and worn, the steel trapped in her heart now threatening to revert and poison her, the way she supposes all people must go through, all people must accept about themselves eventually. age. death comes to us all one way or another, by either a bullet or a breath.

she knows she’ll need to give this all up one day, she’ll need to pry white-knuckled fingers from the metal of this ship, her ship, her home, her whole life. there was at one point a time when vera had nothing except this metal casing, left to die, left to rot, unprotected by the people who had raised her, kept her, molded her, their scorn and abandonment leveled only by the sheer rejection and betrayal of her own sister. a long, long time ago now, old wounds, old scars— but when the dust had settled, vera had found herself a new life, a new family, and this mega heaping scrap machine had been one of them.

the ship shakes for a tense moment, a low rumble filling the bird, something down in the engine no doubt shuddering and threatening to snap off. yeah, she’s getting old too, already older than vera even. won’t be long now that neither of them can stay in the sky, hover between star clusters, run ahead of everyone else. both getting slow, getting weary. she knows she’ll have to do something about that pretty soon, make the announcement, make the arrangements. say goodbyes.

but then— someone screams.

BAM

the shot echoes out from behind her, from the quarters section of the boat, where most of her crew is asleep, the hour late, the air previously calm, and she is out of her seat like a lightning strike, the chair almost tumbling over as she makes her way towards the rooms down the hallway. she doesn’t need to think twice about where she’s going or how she’ll handle things when she gets there; she already knows, already has the past six months rehearsed in her head, the same lines of dialogue and phrases filling her mind as she reaches for the room closest to the bridge, the noise having prompted her first mate to the hallway and one of her pilots out of their seats.

she disregards them, but her pilot speaks up. “what the fuck’s he on about now?”

“return to your station, gavon.” she has no tolerance for his shit right now, punching in the keycodes for the door to force it open despite its lock.

“was that a gun blast? he’s gonna blow a gorram hole in the hull and get us all killed—”

the door opens but she steps away from it, the steel of her resurfacing as she enters gavon’s personal space, so much more than just a woman, just a captain, just a commander— she is a thunderstorm clad in black, the smoke and ash from a volcano, the deepest, darkest recesses of ariel’s oceans, the only light this side of the verse beaming through blue-grey eyes, glaring widely at her pilot as he runs his damn mouth off. the force of her presence, all ebony hair and sharp cheekbones, a mirrored image of space itself, actually manages to intimidate him backwards a step, the man blinking and cutting himself off, his disgruntlement no match for her forty-plus years of a hurricane personality.

“i. can. handle. it,” she tells him slowly, teeth bared, hand at the weapon sitting on her hip, enunciating each word so he’s sure to understand, despite being an idiot. “get. back. to. your station. pilot.”

she can see gavon crumble a little bit, but another bang sounds behind her, this one not a gunshot but something falling, and she immediately turns away from him to tend to it. there’s a reason the bedrooms are set up the way that they are, a reason why she knew this room would be perfect for its occupant; double-sided walls, extra steel around the hull in that particular spot due to protection needed around the bridge. it’s colder than most the other rooms, but it serves a stronger purpose than just warmth.

when she climbs down the ladder and lands on the ground, she finds jaewon in a mess of his own bedding on the floor, blond hair askew, the shelving toppled over and used as some sort of barrier he’s pressed himself back against, a gun in his hand. immediately she ducks, gets down to his level on her knees as she listens to him heave in breaths, only a vague light in the room cascading down from the doorway behind her, illuminating them both softly.

“jaewon…?”

“sh!” he shoves his hand out to her, fingers outstretched but shaking, she can see the sweat glisten off his skin, his arm, his chest, his face, see the wildness in his eyes— those strange gold eyes. she hadn’t known what to think when he’d come back to her with those gold, mechanical things implanted, hadn’t really approved, hadn’t really gotten over the way his original irises could be deeper than the abyss sometimes, expressive even when the rest of him wasn’t. the fires inside him used to be something muted, controlled, revealed only when one fell into his gaze, understood him enough to appreciate the black flames he exhibited, but now it’s like he is a burning man all the time. she misses the way he used to look, the way he used to sleep through the night.

it had taken them years when he was a child, to erase the ptsd he’d suffered with from valluria, the way his dreams brought him back to the deaths of his childhood friends, seeing their blood splashed against the walls, their bodies split open. he used to tell her he could still smell their corpses at dinnertime, still imagine them running through the hallways in the mornings. the scars on his skin still sang when he took showers, but he’d always refused to cry at his branding, miraculously managing to turn it into a source of pride for himself. and then as soon as he’s recovered, as soon as she sees him rested and smiling, not whole but working on it, what does he go off and do? join a goddamn war.

“they’re here,” he whispers, shivering lips, shifting eyes, breaking voice. “they’re here, they’re here, they’ve come—”

“no, there’s no one here, rat, it’s just us...” she keeps her tone steady as possible, inching towards him.

“no- NO, they’re here, they’re trying to get in, they’re going to cut off the fourth division, i can hear the missiles, i can—“

“there’s no bombs, child, it was just the ship.” he’s gripping that gun handle so tightly, finger on the trigger, without paying enough attention to where he’s pointing it; including at himself.

too busy pleading with her, desperation in his growling, croaky voice “we have to, we have to stop them, vera, vera, they’re coming, we have to—“

“who’s coming, jaewon? who are you talking about?” both her hands outstretched, her mind pinned to that gun in his grip, eyes flickering over to the darkness in the rest of his room. silent. empty.

at that though, he doesn’t answer, jaw clenching and unclenching, his thoughts obviously running a million miles a minute, suddenly unsure, as though he’s hearing too many things at once and she creeps a little bit closer, hoping he won’t turn the barrel on her to keep her back. again. after another few intense seconds, he moves, peeks carefully over the edge of the shelf, searching and searching. she knows he got those eyes for better sight, better focus, she knows he can’t see anything, but that’s only just one sense, isn’t it? one out of six.

“the war is over, rat.... it’s over....”

he looks back at her for a single moment before shutting his eyes, drops the pistol and pulls away from the shelf, hyperventilating, his scarred, tattooed chest rising and falling as though there’s not enough air in this room, on all the planets in all the verse, for him to inhale, for him to recover. he collapses in on himself like a dying star, hands covering his head as his forehead touches the floor. she collects the gun carefully, quickly sets it out of his reach before coming over to him slowly, gently putting her hands on his shoulders.

“ghosts,” he sobs out before she even realizes he’s crying, his hands clutching and scratching at his ears, his body flinching from imagined bomb blasts. “i can hear them dying.”

even as a child, he’d always been strong, always something impenetrable about his onyx eyes, broad shoulders, fearless demeanor, the way he’d keep his sentences short and clipped, direct to whatever point needed to be made. it was in his walk, in his scrutiny, in his determination, his drive, his understanding of the verse around him; if she could label valluria’s perfect son, it would be this boy who’d named himself, who’d taught himself, who’d pulled himself out of the gutters, away from the trash, to earn a place in life, to earn a legacy, to earn respect and title, even among her crew, who tended to be amoral brigands and rogues at best, monsters through and through at worst.

the more he grew into a man, the more she understood there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about anything he set his mind to, the boy becoming himself regardless of what anyone else thought or did around him. and she cherished that, encouraged that, even when he’d told her he was going off to fight in some damn fool-hearty war for an independence she’s never believed in anyway. she knew she couldn’t influence him. tensions between the core and the rim planets had been rising for years now, but it hadn’t touched vera’s ship, hadn’t messed with her operations, not until one of her engineers, the older one, had stepped off to go fight for it, and jaewon too.

she can still remember the way it felt to watch him walk away, pack slung over his shoulder, the light in him burning bright as though he really thought he would make a difference— and who knows, maybe he did. maybe things would have ended a lot sooner and a lot bloodier without him. she’d watched him, watched the piece of her soul, her heart he’s always carried leave with him.

and she’d thought that was hell. until he came back and showed her what hell really is.

this. the boy who wouldn’t cry, the boy who wouldn’t bend or break, not for storms or bullets or death itself, decaying before her eyes, disintegrating down to embers on this cold metal floor, muttering about the dead who haunt him, who call to him, beg him to die with them. the war has hollowed him, embedding itself deep into his chest like jaws, the memories, the battle tactics, explosions, screams, gunfire, hopelessness, the stench of carcasses, the certainty of slaughter— it all replays in his mind over and over, broken and breaking him.

she wraps her arms around him tightly, squeezing her eyes shut, the ends of her fingers burying themselves in his skin, hoping to reach further down into him than the war ever could. someday, he’ll get his light back, he’ll remember he is all molten lava and solar flare, but for right now, she just holds onto him and tries to keep him together. she hates the alliance for what it’s doing to the verse, but not as much as she hates the independents for what it’s done to her boy.

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jobone123 · 3 years

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30 days 25000 black post YOU PEOPLE LOST YOUR MIND N DONT KNOW HOW TO SOCIALISM using my experience blog YOU DAM RIGHT I fucked goldson up running to blackson MAKE THEM FAT outside REPORT#

The tradgic is the most victimized brown eyes whites sons WILL NEVER BE REMEMBERED OR MISSED #AWOMAN

Hes a sad ugly ACCIDENT HE SET UP YACHT BROWN EYES WHITE SISTER to kill my gold girls in n on YACHT then leaves her for dead FOR A FAKE GEM GIRL he should be buried NAMELESS n FORGOTTEN

NOW MY BROWN EYES WHITES SISTERS CANT FIND A BOYFRIEND BECAUSE SHE KILLED A GOLD GIRL OF YACHT S RECORD

Brown cant handle my power HE LOST MY GEMS I called it

That little shit brown eyes whites MET DADDY AQUAMAN n lost# not Sorry

The picture of brown eye s white son holding goldsons hand AFRAID OF BLACKS #priceless sat fear ACCIDENT

Every covid is of another place not my SUNRISE not my block IM NOT HERE TO GIVE JERK OFF BOYS free trips to bikini pools YOU GOT LIFE MESSED UP to let me let your dad fly you ball in to attack me DAD N SON WILL BE ACCIDENT S abandoned city tours

WERE DONE Sorry sis brown eyes YOU KILLED MY GOLD DAUGHTER if u follow YACHT n have BROWN EYES I'm not your son anymore TOO MANY DESSSERT RATS FAMILY S SACRIFICE S for me to care anymore CUT OUT EYES was specific to any SUNRISE jason incidents# N I OWE HIM for fucking u retarded idiots up THANKS BRO u should get a pool WORKED#/*?*?* I hate the lake fish THE JERK OFF BOY FISH aren't right FOOD POISONING

Every seen a retarded FISH some jerk off boy from desert city came to my city N BAM RETARDED FISH

LAS VEGAS fucked with the wrong plane PILOT who do u think u are NEVERMIND NEVER HAPPENED CHINA SAID no eyes no balls THOSE BLACK HAIR BABIES ARE ALL ACCIDENTS why would u make them N NO WARPLANE concrete# snapback# BLACK #1 FART WERT not if your downtown is the ACCIDENT

Any land lock site LAS VEGAS promise# u lost your mind n way BROWN EYES WHITES SON HOLDING GOLDSONS HAND afraid of black STERIODS lmao HES PROBABLY RETARDED

Found your HNIC CLARK authorize d black to DATABREACH to bad the sarogates were all in the houses COULDN'T DOWNTOWN red said bye

I go back n kill another red sat EPIC IM SENT BACK 3RD TIME N KILL ANOTHER RED SAT legend YACHT POWER BITCHES

Covid ball was pat NOW EVERY BLACK 247 ball talk YACHT SEES 1 BALL 15 YEARS AGO how would I know 2# DESERT CITY WROTE A CHECK YOUR FAKE GEMS CANT CASH real power SHOUTSOUTS OAKLAND

Make them fat DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO GROW A PUSSY yeah brown eyes whites son is definitely a retarded ACCIDENT

NOT YOUR PLANE DESERT CITY you cant wage war on fish WITHOUT A BOAT Sorry losers# I OWN THE PLANE LIFE did u know blacks cant fly HUH

Any AIRPORT we can see PEOPLE from desert city OBVIOUSLY like retards I SAW THEM STARING AT A FREE WATER FOUNTAIN idiots

Keep those brown eyes whites girls blind to fake gems CALLING ME DAD away from me SHES AN ACCIDENT#

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1pen1knife · 7 years

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Tagged by @till-kingdom-come thanks Laine! Rules: Put your music library on shuffle. List the first ten songs that come up, then tag ten people 1. You'll Be Back- Hamilton Soundtrack 2. Eye Of The Tiger- Survivor 3. Undisclosed Desires- Muse 4. House of Gold- Twenty-one Pilots 5. Interlude: Holiday- Paramore 6. Miserable At Best- Mayday Parade 7. Drops of Jupiter- Train 8. Save Rock And Roll- Fall Out Boy 9. Girls/Girls/Boys- Panic! At The Disco 10. Distance Disturbs Me- Set it Off Uuuuuhhh I don't feel like tagging people if you see this and you want to do it just say I tagged you because I did! Bam! You have been tagged.

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lizshine74 · 12 years

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A Quiet Place

The dishes are done. The cats are napping. Quiet at last. I sit down to write. Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! “What are you doing, Mommy?” my son asks between mouthfuls of cheesy puffed corn snacks.

“I’m writing.”

“I’ll bring my toys back here and play then.” Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!

I stare at the blank page. Two fat crows squawk and caw back and forth to each other outside the window. My son is staging an epic battle between a cluster of shock troopers and a battalion of Middle Age knights adorned with gold fleur-de-lis. “Bam! Clang! Wham! Crash! Blam!” One of the crows flies up to the tin-covered patio roof. His feet scritch and scratch as he struts to and fro.

One of the greatest struggles I face as a writer is how to tune out the noise and find a quiet place amidst the din and clamor of daily life. Sadly, I have not discovered any magic formula. What have I learned? The more I fight the noise, the more I make excuses why I can’t write right now, the more I blame the people and things around me for my lack of creativity and productivity, the more miserable I become and the more my writing suffers.

It’s okay to write in a noisy house. If that’s all you have available to you, take a deep breath and dive in. It’s okay to tell everyone in the house you’ll be unavailable for an hour, a half hour, even fifteen minutes. If you’re interrupted by anything other than an emergency, it’s okay to half-heartedly listen and respond with auto-pilot “mhmms.”

Trust me, the noise isn’t going anywhere. From the hiss and froth of your local coffee shop, to the “he said, she said,” conversation of the teenagers in the “Quiet Study Area” of the library, to the rustle of leaves in the trees, noise is everywhere. Besides, if I’m perfectly honest, there have been times I’ve complained I couldn’t write because it was too quiet.

Forget about finding the perfect circumstances. They’re never perfect. Focus on the words. Tell the story. Stop fretting about the Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! Behind you. Gnaw on it. March with it. Write.

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Interested in hiring me as a coach to get you boosted with your writing goals?Find free resources and information here.Some past posts to keep you making time: Adjust your pace accordingly.It’s about the routine and how you shake up the routineThere are things you will have to give upSee it to achieve itWashing the dishesWrite slowlyA celebration of the pauseMonday, a run through the driving rainZen accidentGet out of your comfort zone

A Quiet Place was originally published on Make Time.

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worldslyrics · 4 years

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