#I WANT TO EXPLODE. FUCK OFF DISNEY

[gracebethartacc]

THERES ONE (1) SINGULAR WISH PENCIL TEST AND NO ONE BOTHERED TO SHOW ME?????

#IM GOING INSANE. #HE LOOKS SO MUVH BETTER IN 2D. LIKE DESIGN WISE I MEAN ? #THE BIG OL EYEBROWS?? AND THE EXPRESSIONS? AND THE HAIR SWIRLS???? AND THE WRINKLES AND AND WHAT IF I IMPLODED RIGHT NOW???? OK????? #LIKE ACTUALLY WHAT IF I BLEW UP. #I WANT TO EXPLODE. FUCK OFF DISNEY #I LOVE HOW THEY DREW THE EXPRESSIONS HI #JUST LIKE HIS FACE/HAIR IN GENERAL I LOVE HOW HES DRAWN HELLO. #why is he so jacked tho💀💀💀 like Ok Gaston🙄 #I want to kill him with my giant fist that I slam down and pummle him into mush with #I love 2d magnifico so so so so much #THIS IS NOT A SIMPING POST #IM JUST GEEKING OUT OVER ANIMATION OK #ILY STYLIZATION ILY EXPRESSIONS ILY 2D ART #HIIIIIIIIIII #RUNNING AROUND IN CIRCLES #grace post #wish

[pqdfootsmoon]

a list of small iconic things from the first pjo book that i wish was included in the show:

THE PINK POODLE!!! I WANTED THE PINK POODLE SO BADLY OMG NOOO

"Because you're my friend, Seaweed Brain. Anymore stupid questions?"

...big bathtub

Percy actually chopping Crusty's head off (disadvantages of working with disney ig)

obedience school

the trio wearing stupid waterland merch after they stole it (that would have been funny to see)

the bus literally exploding

"live well percy jackson. become a true hero" (the edits would have been CRAZY; edit: maybe not anymore because of fucking tiktok 😒, they wouldve been good on insta)

the police and the news reports (AND PERCY BEING LIKE "oh my stepdad wants to thank you all soooo much, here's all his stuff for free")

sally murdering gabe with medusa's head and selling him for money (disney again i think)

i absolutley LOVED the show, dont get me wrong. these are just minor things that i wished were included but probably werent for a good reason :)

#percy jackson tv show #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson show #percy jackon and the olympians #percy series #percy and annabeth #percy jackson #pjo #percy jackson tv series #annabeth chase #grover underwood #nico di angelo #luke castellan #clarrise la rue

[ofswordsandpens]

I've enjoyed episode 3 the most so far, but I think the show is still struggling to find a good balance between taking itself seriously and the absurdist humor that RR writes with. My main takeaways:

The Fight Scenes (or Lack Thereof?)

It seems very peculiar to me that the show is just speed running through its battle scenes. Again, it feels very much like the product of Disney trying to sanitize anything that's too extreme?

The trio fleeing from the kindly ones in the book ended with Percy taking control of the bus and then crashing it. It explodes. They lose all of their stuff (money, food). In the show, they simply bail out the back window. No true panic. No tension. Just, okay :) we're leaving now :)

The Medusa Scene. I'll speak more to this later, but in terms of the fight we get to see... well we get to see nothing. Apparently this fight required us to view it through the lens of the invisibility cap (ie. not at all),

I understand this show is intended for a younger audience, but the books are as well. Even the movies, which are pg, came up with better ways to show things without necessarily showing things. As a result, it feels like anything that might induce the slightest bit of tension or fear are sanded down and its honestly doing such a disservice to the books and the audience.

Medusa

I actually really liked this portrayal of Medusa. The 1950s housewife vibe landed well for me. And I loved the actress's voice -- very soft and soothing but always sounding as if she were just about to cry.

Also, I really liked her dialogue. Her digs at Athena and Poseidon were perfectly tragic.

That being said, I really prefer the trio's arrival to the emporium in the book. In the books, they've been wandering the woods and are lost and exhausted and hungry because of the battle/bus crash where they've lost all of their stuff. It almost feels like the emporium popping up "out of nowhere" was more of it finding them.

Meanwhile in the show, Grover finds it through scent on a satyr path and they immediately know its Medusa, which imo takes out so much of the fun of it all??? In the books, they dont know. Grover's just like, freaking the ever living fuck out, and clearly Percy and Annabeth have let him take sole custody of the shared brain cell, cause they're more concerned about getting some food than anything else

Just... RIP dumbass shenanigans

And honestly, I'm not really sure what necessitated the change here in the show (of them not being tricked). It would have been one thing if they were going to change Medusa entirely to not wanting to harm them at all, but imo, I think its arguable/evident that show Medusa was looking for an excuse to petrify Annabeth and Grover (at minimum) regardless of anything.

Honestly, I would have had the show loosely play it out as: book arrival (they dont know its Medusa), keep the dumbass energy and banter, the trio figures out it Medusa while they're eating, Medusa is the more sympathetic version we see in the show, regardless it still ends with the battle.

Also, I do mourn the book battle. The panic and absurdity is just handled better imo. Annabeth shoving them off the bench, Grover flopping all over the place with the shoes but actively getting a good few hits in, Percy having to use to the reflection to behead her... the #TeamWork was emphasized a little more there to me.

Characterization

I think the show is absolutely nailing certain parts of the characters.

They've gotten Percy's anger and his derision towards the gods down. But, I think they're actually underscoring some of his, idk, sincerity? His kindness? It was the line "she met a pinecone's fate" that just rang off to me. While undoubtedly funny, it's just such a stark difference from his reaction to Thalia's story in the books, where he was unsettled by her fate and felt a sincere sympathy for her. The line in the show I assume is meant to criticize the gods, but still, it feels like it comes at the expense of the sensitivity that he has.

They've gotten Annabeth's bluntness, intelligence, pride, and superiority down cold. No question about it. But I feel like they just need to let her be more of a 12yo kid?

Like. In canon she and Percy banter and argue over the silliest of things. She plays hacky sack with Grover and Percy. She blushes and hyperventilates when Luke interacts with her. Episode 3 is like the first time we've gotten to see her do something remotely childish (buying all that candy) and I'm just dying for more of that!! She's not the "mom" of the group and she has her canon dumbass moments. I'm hoping more of this is captured moving forward. They've gotten a good start on the banter, but let Annabeth be more silly! Cause she is!

(Absolutely none of my personal qualms about the characterization are Walker or Leah's fault. They've done amazing. It's the writing/directing I'm side-eyeing).

OH! And I'm sorry but Percy being like "Annabeth we're going to bury medusa with your hat on" would have never ever flown with Annabeth. In no world.

But Grover eating them up at the end? Iconic. Good for him.

#pjo adaptation #pjo show crit #pjo

[argreion]

Daddy to the Rescue!

Your little princess is being quite the trouble today! Who doesn't want a big strong man to swoop in and sa- Fucking go along with your daughter!? C'mon, Leon! I thought we were a duo! Stop dancing to Let It Go, c'mon!

WC: 2.2k!

AN: Mostly self-indulgent because my friend and I adore a girl dad moment. Stupid dad moments I live for alongside dark moments. Since it's self-indulgent it's a female reader 😅 Hope you can still enjoy it! I seriously only got inspo because of the stupid Leon fairy image. Reading might be a little choppy due to the fact I kinda skimmed proofreading it so sorry if there's any mistakes!

Warnings: None asides from girl dad Leon! Maybe a bit of classic Leon personality, too! Likes, reblogs, and comments appericated like ALWAYS! 🩷

“Mommy!” Was all you could hear. Every single damned second of your existence was hearing “Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!” Were kids always this annoying? When Leon said he had a daughter, you didn’t expect such a cute, yet bothersome kid! You’ll give it to her, she’s cute! Daddy’s blue eyes and his cute moles! Stubborn personality, too.

“Dani, please, honey.” You sighed. She was four! Did you expect a four-year-old to stop? She certainly didn’t stop tugging on your pants. Pulling you along into the living room. Toys scattered across the floor. And a poor Elsa doll with its head ripped out. That was cold, Dani, freezing cold… The ice queen couldn’t play her own game.

Daniella pulled you straight into the living room. Sumo laying on the couch. Old pupper, poor girl is gonna cry when he’s gone. Always making slobbering on the ground. What was it Leon said? He found the stray dog years ago, and wanted to give it a home. A good boy AND good man. Hope Daniella turns out just like the two of them.

“Good boy.” You said, giving the old dog a pet. The bloodhound replying with a grunt. Your attention turned towards the small toddler pointing towards the TV. Bouncing up and down as the sequence to Let It Go started. Elsa walking up that snowy path, and it’s going to make your head explode. You heard it on the radio, on Leon’s phone when Daniella was given it, and constantly on your TV. Why haven’t your ears started to bleed yet?

Only if Leon was here to deal with it. You’re a package deal with him. He kicks ass, and you suffer with his toddler. At least she didn’t throw fits often. That’s a good part, and plus… Who doesn’t love a hot dad moment too? A DILF moment? All the girls nowadays love a DILF, bonus points if he’s got some bank and a nice car. The only thing they don’t tell you is that he’s a softie who spoils his daughter too often. How are you supposed to humble her? Please don’t turn out to be a bitch, Daniella. You’re praying to God on that one, even if he might not exist. Someone’s gotta answer that pray in good faith.

“Mommy! You gotta sing with me! We gon’ sing together!” Danielle chirped, throwing her hands up. Singing? Well, that’s iffy… You ain’t exactly a Disney Princess, or are you? Leon, you brainwashed your kid—Leon number two!

You were oblivious to the door opening, revealing the man himself. Basically a Disney prince in the making, watching his princess and lover. Arms crossed as he watched the scene. Brought a tear to his eye that his baby girl was gonna dance and sing her heart out. A quick drive and check for closings, your next date in the planning. Drive-in, here we come! You nervously trying to not sing, while the toddler was beginning to get fussy. Noticing this, he sighed, shaking his head  Daddy to the rescue, again.

Walking off, you noticed the footsteps. Wait, he was there? Damn, you didn’t even notice.

“Hey, Dani, why don’t you give mommy a sec?” You offered, a shaky smile on her face. Please, Danielle, spare mommy a little second! It’ll only be to talk to daddy! C’mon, don’t you love daddy, Dani? 

Danielle whined, but you already took it as a yes. Hearing her cry her poor heart out. Dance and sing with her! It’s only the sixth time today! Running after you with her hands out.

“But why!? Mom!? MOM!!” Why? Uh, when you basically never actually parented, you kind of don’t want to deal with the screaming kid! Who wants to deal with a screaming kid, anyway!? Hoping, praying that she’ll turn out ok… Not a spoiled teenage girl or one of those girls who want Drunk Elephant at nine.

Breathing a sigh of relief as you slammed the door shut and locked it tight. Hearing the door knob be turned and struggle with. The horrifying sight of tiny little fingers coming through the bottom of the door, too. A small demon coming for you. Get the holy water and bible, and the Priest from down the street. Poor Leon will go flying across the room because the poor girl doesn’t wanna let go of her poor dad.

“Uh…” The scene before you as you turned your head was certainly something. Leon in the process of tying a pink dress to himself. Sparkles and all. Fairy wings attached, and a stupid wand he stole from Danielle. If you had something to drop, now was your chance.

Leon offered an awkward smile, before motioning you over. Of course, you walked to help him, he’s struggling! He struggles to remember his meds, his back brace, and to finally relax! Helping him button the back of the dress together.

“You’re so stupid for this. I have to take a photo, c’mon.” A laugh had burst from your lips as you took a few steps back. The male giving a twirl with the ending being a hip popped out. Wand loosely hanging in his hand. A grown ass man trying to impress and love his daughter. How come he got it so easily?

Getting make-up on his face, daughter putting those cheap hair strand dye powder things in his hair, messily painting his nails. Stickers on his motorcycle and helmet. As he said, he was a ‘girlboss’. You doubt he truly knew the actual meaning, but you’d let him have his fun.

The screams of the toddler outside the door brought you away from the dress. Banging on the door and those demon fingers coming from the bottom of the door again. Making you glance towards the dressed up dad. Hand reaching for the door lock, with a raised eyebrow still.

“I only have one question, then I open the door.” Holding a finger up, you motioned towards the dress. “Where’d you get this and how much is this?”

“Honey, that’s two questions, you said one.” That stupid cheeky smirk came across his face as he said that. His arms crossed as he batted his eyelashes and pursed his lips. Before letting out a chuckle, the reply following afterwards, “eBay, who doesn’t use it these days?”

“eBay? Please tell me you’re joking. Tell me it’s at least new.” Ok, you had to admit that if he bought it new, you’d be surprised. If he didn’t, you’ll be pretty disgusted. Who knows who worn that? You’ve seen the things he buys from eBay, used parts for a motorcycle. What if he got used clothes? Please, Leon, you have brain cells. Don’t do your daughter like that!

The man shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. “Nah, just new. What? Do you think I’m that cheap? C’mon… I’m not that bad.” Thanks, Leon. At least you didn’t cheap out on something. Well, kind of did.

“Thank the heavens for that, seriously. Old men and eBay are something else, Leon.” Shaking your head for the final time, at least you hoped. Finally doing the lock and opening the door to reveal… That crying demon turn from a fussy fit into a look of shock at her dad.

“Daddy? How’d you get here? Magic!?” She gasped, jumping up and down. Was daddy actually a magical pink princess!? Making the man give out a chuckle, before a clearing of his throat. Did he have to every single time? Maybe his old age was getting up to him.

He was starting to develop the slightest of crow’s feet. His bones and muscles aching from work more often. A few gray hairs here and there. Fat growing on him, even if he continued to work out. Often finding him coming home from a jog covered in sweat. Lifting weights and training his legs and flexibility. Means he can stay home more frequently, though, right?

Before the poor man could say anything, he got tackled. Well, at least his leg did. Small toddler clasping onto his leg like a koala. Not even letting go as Leon struggled to walk. The girl babbling on about how her daddy was magical. For once, Danielle was right, Leon was pretty magical.

“Daddy! Tell me your secrets! How do you get so pwetty? Did the princesses come and give you a makeover? Or a fairy?”

Leon chuckled, leaning down with a pop from his back. A small grunt coming from his lips as he crouched down. Danielle pulling away with wide eyes, face full of wonder. Only if Leon could say he had wonder about life just like her. Bringing the child into his arms.

“Maybe I can tell you…” His daughter’s eyes filled with joy, before being shushed by a lip. Not so fast, patience, Dani. “If you beat me in a singing AND dancing competition!”

It was so fast that they sped off, making you stumble after them. At least you didn’t have to dance! But, could’ve at least walked you like a gentleman! What’ll Leon do if you even get married? Fly off into the water on a motorcycle? Arrive down from the ‘heavens’ in a pretty pink dress? Show up in his pajamas? A sigh came from your lips as you walked after the two.

Watching the two dance and sing to Let It Go like nobody’s business. Say that to the neighbors when they file a noise compliant. Cause the dog was barking, alongside the giggles from Danielle. Dog probably just wanted to sleep. Had to admit, you liked it. They both were having fun, even making you nod your head. Leon swinging around his own daughter while singing lyrics from heart. They shared more in common than you’d like to admit. Disney addicts.

Leon laughed, watching as Danielle whined as the song ended. Rushing towards the remote, giving him a second to you. Moving to stand beside you with his arm around your shoulders. Pulling you against him, a kiss to your temple and lips.

“C’mon, don’t be a sourpuss. Dance with us, at least with me.” He purred, a dopey smile on his face. Dimples showing as he tried to sway you into a dance. Gently pulling you into the middle of the living room. His hand trailing from your shoulder, down your back, and around your waist. The other taking your hand and squeezing it in his own. Much more human compared to his, and he loved it. Hips swaying as he successfully forced you to dance with him. Swinging you around slowly but surely in a dance.

Danielle turned around, looking up at her two parents slow dancing. Seeing that small smile on your face, and a blush, too. Disney movie… Belle and the Beast!

“Daddy…” Her voice had drawn the attention of the brunette, making him look down at her. Still gently swaying with you in his arms. “Yes, sugarplum?” He asked, glancing back at her.

“Why are you dancing so slow?” Really, Danielle? All the movies and shows you watched were slow! Lovey-dovey! Kids… Sometimes they just asked some of the stupidest questions. All in good faith, however.

“Well, when mommy and daddy love each oth—” Was how he started before a “BLEH!” Danielle waving her hands and covering her eyes. “Ewwww! Nonono!” She began to explain, sadly making the short-lived swaying stop.

Leon whispered in your ear, “I got this, you go take a nap. Daddy saved another princess again.” Followed with a kiss, and a wink. “Talk later, honeybun.” Taking the valiant effort of sitting down in front of his daughter. The girl falling into his lap, fingers tugging at his dress. Sumo jumpinf off of the couch to lick her face. Babbling on about Mickey Mouse and Minnie? He seemed more than happy to listen, tickling the girl. Happy squeals and “Stop!” repeatedly filling the air.

Good on you, Leon. You finished your job… Rescue mission done. Princess? Saved.

After an hour of entertaining his daughter, putting her to bed with a kiss to the forehead. Don’t let the bedbugs bite, Danielle. Joining his lover in bed, body sinking into the mattress. Arm curled up around you. Holding his head up with a hand, peppering kisses to your neck.

“So… Since she’s to bed. I was thinking we could talk about later.” Nuzzling his face into your neck. Gods, it made you wish he trimmed a bit more. Stubble rubbing against you and all. “First, the fact that our kid tore Elsa's head off. Second, Drive-in is open on the weekend, wondering if you’d want to do something simple.” He chuckled.

Leon waited with bated breath, leaning over your body. Listening to you breathe, before a huff came out your lips.

“I’m up for it, but what about Danielle?” You questioned, doubting he planned that far ahead. He never made plans that far ahead. Turning your head to be met with a kiss. “Claire, she said she’s fine with watching Danielle with Sherry. Don’t worry, babe, they got this. Even a pretty princess like you needs a break.”

He rolled over on top of you, hands beside your head, staring down at you. A smirk playing at his lips as he leaned down, kissing at your neck. Hands gently tipping your head back as he kissed at it. Body pressed against yours.

"Perhaps you'll let me make this break more enjoyable? A beast like me constantly needs something to eat, and it certainly ain't blood I'm looking for."

He can’t help but feast on such a beauty. Even a beast like him deserves a grand meal once in their lives. Drunk on your love like him a year ago to whiskey and liquor alike. Happy to have you, happy to stay for awhile.

#leon kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil #leon kennedy #fluff

[despazito]

wish script doctor bc i feel like this movie could've been a lot stronger with some things altered. like i dont even think it needs a complete story overhaul, a handful of changes could make it much tighter imo

asha does not live so close to central rosas, but a village on the outskirts of the kingdom, and this will be her first time venturing to see the mythical king in person.

not all wishes are equal in this magic system. selfish and shallow wishes do not contain much power, but noble and selfless wishes are very strong. (also i don't see the point of forgetting your wish you made?)

the grandad was animated way too in shape for 100 years old, make him weaker and frail. hell, put him on his death bed to raise the stakes.

perhaps have asha's grandfather be an esteemed but very humble scholar or medicine healer whose dying wish is to establish a library or hospital for the local people (or something). asha believes that if she meets with king magnifico herself, she can convince him to grant her grandfathers' wish. she believes she can do this because an old childhood friend of hers now works in the castle as his aid.

asha travels to rosas and meets her friend dahlia. expecting her to be very close to the king, dahlia sheepishly admits to being a much lower ranked servant who hardly ever sees the king in person, but still sneaks asha in to show her around the castle because she's such a fan of magnifico + introduce asha to all her friends/coworkers.

have dahlia be the only primary friend, relegate the rest of the lot to the background. we don't need much time with them all, use it to strengthen other relationships.

asha attends a wish granting ceremony and magnifico does not grant grandad's wish. after the event asha uses a sneaky corridor that she just learnt to ambush magnifico and plead her case to him. away from the crowd he goes mask off and tells her to fuck off, asha narrowly escapes his guards.

defeated, she sings her I Wish song and we meet the star.

instead of the short guy, have valentino play the grouchy foil. valentino hates the star, and they have slapstick together. hell if disney wants to be meta, have him resent the star for turning him into a funny talking animal or something.

dahlia is the only one who believes asha when she tells her about meeting the wishing star. the other friends think she's some kind of lunatic from out of town until they see the star for themselves.

have queen amaya be equally self absorbed as king magnifico and together act as an evil couple like in the concept art. she enjoys the luxury of being a self-made monarch and throws lavish balls and pampers her shitty cats or something. make them evil and campy together like mink stole and david lochary in a john waters film (we've had a villain based on divine, now its their turn)

alternatively, amaya can still have a redemption, but later on in the third act. perhaps she's vain and perfectly content with a certain level of fraud until magnifico crosses a line. have magnifico explain to her long ago that he gets strength from the wishes, but he only culls the shitty wishes bad people make. amaya thinks its reasonable that he crushes the wishes of bad people and people who "deserve" it. but selfish wishes aren't as powerful, and as magnifico begins to crave more and more power, he begins taking more innocent wishes to power himself. maybe he finally crushes the wish of some sick kid or asha's grandfather and that finally snaps amaya into realizing what they're doing has become completely irredeemable. i know disney is allergic to writing romance now so have asha stay single and instead take some time to explore this romantic relationship.

asha & co. defeat magnifico with the power of friendship or whatever, maybe even have the final final part of the battle be between magnifico vs amaya as asha rushes to care for her grandfather after his wish was just crushed. or magnifico goes full magical sorcerer and explodes asha's family home or something

everyone in rosas realizes they don't need magnifico to live their dreams and together (with some pitching in from a now queen-regent amaya) asha is able to build the library/school/hospital/insert public service building her grandad always wanted. amaya hangs the magnifico mirror above her cats' litter boxes. the end

#idk just spitballing ideas like 4 hours after seeing it #wouldve loved to see what this movie looked like 16 months ago in production #i feel like what we got and was pitched was very different

[artiststarme]

A Date Gone Wrong

A little humor for you guys! I hope you guys like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!

~*~*~*~

Eddie was never going to let Steve plan any of their dates ever again. He was having fun for a while, he would give him that. The hike was a little too much of a trek but the view, picnic, and company were amazing…

Until the squirrel came. 

For the past couple of weeks that they’d been dating, Eddie had been the one making all of the plans. He arranged movie nights, smoke outs, and trips to the bowling alley. He liked planning things and focusing all of his attention into making the best plans he could, it was what made him such a good DM. But he could understand why Steve felt he himself wasn’t putting enough effort in. He showed his love through gifts and cuddled affection. However, Steve was not good at planning. He decided for his first date to take Eddie to do something requiring physical exertion, and not in a fun way. Also, he unknowingly took Eddie to a place where he was surrounded by things he didn’t like. 

Fresh air, sunlight, mean and scary rodents with bushy tails, bugs, the list continues. But Eddie was doing a great job ignoring all of that by focusing on Steve. He looked amazing and his tan skin stretched over delicious muscles as he walked. Even the sun was focusing on how hot his boyfriend was. The beams of sunlight that fell on him made him look like an angel.

They sat down just past midday to eat the picnic Steve prepared for them and inside the little cooler was the best sandwich Eddie had ever tasted. He groaned in pleasure and sent Steve a thumbs up. He’d never experienced a grilled chicken sandwich with pesto mayonnaise as delicious as this one. Eddie was just starting to relax, to enjoy this outdoors date when it happened. 

A small squirrel ran up to Steve and climbed into his lap, nibbling on the crumbs from his sandwich that rested there. The both paused, albeit for different reasons. Steve didn’t want to disrupt the little creature or scare it at all so he didn’t move a muscle. Eddie, though, was terrified and he couldn’t move out of fear. He’d been terrified of squirrels ever since he was a kid when he was chased, peed on, and climbed on in quick succession when he’d first moved in with Wayne. Now was no exception.

But he was also torn because he was dating a true life Disney princess and he couldn’t help but see the situation as unnecessarily adorable even despite his heart pounding in his chest. He enjoyed the view for another moment before the squirrel jumped off of Steve’s lap and took a tiny step towards him. 

Then, all bets were off. Eddie screamed shrilly in terrified horror and threw the glorious sandwich at the rabid beast. It barely even paused its stride and skittered ever closer.  

“Steve! It’s after me, ahhhhh!” He shrieked. Eddie stumbled to his feet and took off running down the trail they’d used to get to that spot. He kept running, wheezing and all, until he reached the Beemer. He put his hands on his knees and panted as he regained his breath. Eddie hadn’t had such a close encounter with death since the Upside Down a few months ago. It’s a wonder he could even outrun the bats then because his lungs right now felt like they could explode. He had to stop smoking so much, Jesus Christ. 

He recognized that Steve wasn’t beside him but he was only slightly worried. He saw him rip a demobat in half before so he would be fine… probably. 

Just a few minutes later, he heard a throat clear above him. He looked up to find Steve wearing the most unimpressed look he’s ever seen from him. “What the hell, Eddie?! It was a squirrel!”

“I have a deathly squirrel of fears! Fuck- no, I mean I have a deathly fear of squirrels! I feel like I’ve mentioned it before.”

“You definitely have not! I would’ve remembered that, for sure.” Steve accentuated his words with jerks of his head full of judgment. 

Deciding to be a little shit for the afternoon, Eddie decided to mess with him. “Stevie, I am positive that I told you. We had a whole conversation about it, you were very understanding.”

“Oh, no, no!” Steve pointed an accusing finger at him. “Do not turn this around on me! Robin told you not to use my head trauma to your advantage, you manipulative bastard. I will call her!”

“Okay, okay, Big Boy, calm down. Jesus Christ, I’m just messing around. Please don’t sic your lesbian guard dog on me!” Eddie pleaded with him, laughter in his chest. 

“My god Munson, get in the car.”

“This stays between us though, right? Because Buckley threatened to shave my eyebrows off the next time I did that and I’m pretty sure you’re a fan of my eyebrows. They really bring my face together,” Eddie asked him over the hood of the car.

“Fine but you owe me,” Steve said humorously pointing a finger at him. 

“Oh Stevie, don’t you know already that everything of mine is already yours?” 

Steve’s face flushed red and he grumbled once more before ducking into his car. Eddie wouldn’t let him hide that adorable little blush though and he climbed in right after him. He grabbed his free hand in his and brought it up to his lips for a kiss, pulling out all of the romantic movies he could before Steve could make a move of his own. He loved this guy and if an outdoor excursion, squirrel attacks, and threats from Robin Buckley were conditions to keep him happy, Eddie would handle them in stride.

Steve drove them back to the Munson trailer where they smoked a little, cuddled, and watched Ferris Bueller's Day Off. It was one of the best days of Eddie's life and by far the best date he'd ever been on. With an ending like this, it wasn’t such a bad date after all.

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[merakiui]

Mer eggs anon here and Mera-

I just had to bring the idea to you that one fool proof way to excite the merboys is pulling their ties/scarves

Be it flustering them unexpectedly, pulling them to your height for a threat or whatever They would simply melt for it

I can practically hear Floyd going "Oooo do that more~" if you pull him down and angrily scold him (I feel like depending on his mood but also it feels like a 9 times out of 10 he would perk up from a bad mood cause its interesting)

And I feel like Jade would enjoy it too- just smug boy teasing back

Every version of Azul would fucking melt like butter if you pulled him down like that and I refuse to believe differently

Also hiding your faces behind a hat for a kiss? I EAT THAT SHIT UP

Fun fact about your beloved egg man

I am a sucker for people in suits- Women, Men, NBs and the ones who are neither

Signing off

Mer Eggs Anon

OMG YES AAAAAAAAA I'm also so weak for tugging on the ties/scarves!!!! Imagine if it's in omegaverse as well... orz small omega darling who drags the alpha tweels down to their height and they let you do it because ooooo you're so cute when you're demanding and taking control!!! >0< omg and Azul becoming flustered... yes yes!!! He absolutely tries to remain composed, but then you're hiding him and yourself behind his fedora while you kiss him and it's over for Azul!!! He explodes. <3

I like to think Jade does this the most because he likes being coy and teasing you. Floyd will just kiss you outright; he's huge on PDA. Azul's somewhere in between. He wants everyone to know you're his, but he also has a classy image to uphold and he doesn't want to overdo it. If he's feeling it, he definitely takes you aside and kisses you behind his hat hehe. Although it's a different story if he's jealous. He's far more bold then.

And suits!!!!! Aaaaa suits my beloved!!! You have wonderful taste, mer eggs!! Suits are so pretty and handsome! Have you seen the beautiful suits the twst cast wear for the Disney 100 Years merchandise!!!! >v< it's very lovely hehe!!

#twisted chit chat #mer eggs anon #also i would like to present to you: silencing the octavinelle trio with a kiss :D

[just-prime]

8 : Oh so boring

The horrifying MCU-ification of the Star Wars universe is in horrific display as 8 episodes lead nowhere but setup.

Before I get to everything else, I do want to say, Ray Stevenson's passing is a true tragedy, and I appreciate the love and care he clearly put into his character. He was the only compelling one, and I shudder to think of how Disney will probably heartlessly recast.

Now, on to the episode

Well, all the leaks that said it was zombies were right, to the surprise of no one. This is the MCU now, we need something more than just a fuck ton of stormtroopers to blow through, we need an undead CGI army.

First off : The Jedi, The Witch, and The Warlord...FUCK OFF FILONI. YOU ARE NOT CUTE.

The show opens with the attempt to lull Legends fans back into a Sion reference for no reason. Also, Thrawn's super baggy pants seem unnecessary, especially since the design in Rebels always has him in perfectly tailored clothes. Nothing during his decade abroad that would have cause the pants to change that drastically, so it just feels like an unnecessary change that is not an attractive look :(

Morgan's power ups make no sense, and as soon as she got them she was going to die. Her eyes had me making a half dozen Supernatural jokes for obvious reasons. The whole "Blade of Talzin" thing is also very dumb given the fact that I assume Mother Talzin would have used every weapon in her arsenal to stop Grievous, and I would think a lightsaber proof sword is on that list.

The entire "Ezra makes himself a new lightsaber" scene filled me rage for a few reasons.

A) Ezra literally just turned down Sabine's offer of the lightsaber for the martial arts force powers which we never see him use again.

B) Huyang knowing about Caleb and Kanan being the same person feels kinda weird to me to be perfectly honest.

C) Ezra's new lightsaber is boring. Full stop. This is the kid who built a gun into his first one, it makes no sense that he'd make one that looks this mediocre.

D) All of Sabine's family dying horrible deaths on Mandalore has always struck me as a cop out. It's just lazy writing to isolate Sabine.

The Stakes

Spoiler alert : THERE ARE NONE

We knew this was going to end in a cliffhanger for a while now, which means none of the main cast was going to die. Morgan has always been a means to an end for Thrawn, not that her loyalty was ever explain...But none of our heroes were gonna bite it (regardless of how I hoped for Huyang to explode) so there were no stakes. Thrawn had to escape, despite the fact that he is weirdly shaken, so he does. Ezra had to get home, so he does. Sabine and Ahsoka are now trapped on some stupid Mortis world??? Okay, pause, I'm getting ahead of myself here...because before that...

Sabine has the Force now

My deepest condolences to anyone who is finding this out from me, but Sabine is offically confirmed and shown to be Force sensitive. Yes it is dumb. Yes it makes no sense. Yes this is something we all saw being foreshadowed from day one, unfortunately. Especially with the playing down of her Mandalorian-ness (she's constantly losing her helmet, her gun accuracy has utterly gone, she barely uses her gauntlets, etc etc) it was obvious that Filoni wanted to do with her, what he was too cowardly to do with Grogu.

Other miscellaneous shit

It turns out that Ahsoka's shuttle is Jedi era...which makes no fucking sense.

The nightsisters being totally on board with the Empire feels like their ability to tell what's going on in the main universe might be a bit sketchy do to the fact that they missed that the guy in charge of the Empire is the one who ordered Dathomir razzed.

100% of the problems that the gang run into would have been solved if Sabine had a fucking jetpack

They pull the "Thrawn knew Anakin" card out of nowhere in the dumbest possible way, which really just goes to show how much FIloni hates the new canon Thrawn books.

Chopper recognizes Ezra (which was rather cute) before Hera does, because he decides to show up on a New Republic cruiser in full Thrawn stormtrooper garb. Also we don't even get a hug between Hera and Ezra.

Shin (because she exists, remember?) who is also stranded now, goes and appears to be taking over the bandit camp we saw earlier. Have no idea where they are taking that...but honestly, good for Shin doing something for her, this seems like a selfcare move.

Now, the ending...Fucking Mortis

So, the final shot we get of Baylan, he is standing on a giant statue of The Father (there is a statue of The Son, and a destroyed statue of The Daughter) pointing out towards something on the horizon.

Back at the hermit crab people camp, Ahsoka and Sabine (and fucking Anakin's ghost, because that's right people, instead of hanging out with his son, Anakin has been just hovering over Ahsoka this whole time apparently) here this chirping, and it's a fucking creepy hyper realistic CGI Morai.

So yeah, that's clearly how all of the trapped characters are going to get off this planet...the World between Worlds. Now, this brings up a fuck ton more questions...Chief of all being how did Ezra not use this to escape years ago???

And I get that Mortis is not everybody's favorite Clone Wars arc. Which is fair. I don't hate it, but I never loved it, and Filoni dragging in the dumbest piece of Force lore that he created is infuriating. ESPECIALLY with this being so obviously aimed at those who've not watched Clone Wars or Rebels. I'm curious to see how much he immediately recons about it, given that it's been his go-to move since before even Mando s3...

I fear they're going to do something like "Bayan is The Father, Ahsoka is The Daughter, and Shin and Sabine have to fight over being The Son" or some stupid bullshit like that.

I'm glad this is the last Filoni property we're getting for a while, since I'm pretty sure he's not involved with Skeleton Crew at all writing-wise.

I am just so happy it's over!

In the meantime, if you are as annoyed at Filoni as I am, spite him by reading the new canon Thrawn books!!! They are really fantastic and give Thrawn a lot of facinating depth, along with having an incredible cast of side characters.

For those of you who are new or just finding me because of my Ahsoka rants, please stick around!!! I'm sure I will be having other annoyed Ahsoka thoughts in the weeks to come as I think back about the full series and about just everything that it's fucked up. Feel free to pop into my ask box if you're curious about my other Star Wars related opinions, I'm more than happy to answer, though know that for the majority of the recent shows, I do not look fondly.

But if you are looking for some vindication on not enjoying recent Star Wars things, then this is the blog for you!!!

#dave filoni critical #ahsoka critical #ahsoka series #ahsoka spoilers #rambles #thrawn #nightsisters #ezra bridger #sabine wren #star wars #where the fuck is everbody? #anti filoni

[sciderman]

How do you feel about different animated Peters? Do you have a favorite out of them?

hooh man, i know i say that i've consumed every little bit of spider-man media ever but it's really not true actually, and i think the thought of trying to watch every single animated version of peter parker kind of makes my brain explode. there are so many. i didn't actually grow up on spider-man cartoons, i only really got into spider-man comics in my late teens so my point-of-reference for peter parker will kind of always be the 616 comics, first-and-foremost.

i did watch a bit of ultimate spider-man as it was airing and i probably am one of the very few people on the planet who's kind of oddly soft on it! i have complicated feelings about ultimate spider-man. i feel about it the same kind of way that i feel about way's deadpool run. that it's an entirely annoying depiction of the character that is full to the brim with irritating jokes that don't land and package up the character to be a nutszo joke-a-minute lols random haha type deal but - i see oddly sincere and sympathetic and self-aware moments in there that make me inexplicably fond of that particular portrayal.

i don't know - i actually really love it when peter's portrayed as an actual weirdo. not the uptight square-boy you usually see, or this quirky boy-scout who's just kind of bland and cute and nerdy - but a peter parker that is actually unapologetically annoying. like you can't stand to be with him. i kind of love to see it. i don't know, i want him to be annoying. i think he should be annoying. and i love that he's fucking insane. like, objectively. he's not a sane man. he's adhd incarnate. and he's stupid. he has heroic moments, yeah, but he's also stupid and a jerk. i don't know. i'm probably giving it way too much credit, but compared to what came after (disney xd's spider-man (2017), looking at you) it's fun and kind of a very weird departure to your usual spider-man fare. deadpool appears in this show for one singular episode also so naturally thta is enough to make my brain go brrr.

(i've actually been really wanting to write a fic set in this universe. it's a universe i'm kind of interested in exploring, actually. been rotating it in my mind for a really, really long time. i'm almost ashamed to admit it, but every version of wade wilson fires up my brain, and i'm really, really interested in fleshing out this strange, i-was-a-child-soldier-turned-teenage-mercenary wade wilson. sorry. off-topic now. spider-man. we're meant to be talking about spider-man.)

disney xd's spider-man (2017) sorry you are so ugly and so boring. she doesn't exist to me. i hate that stupid nerdy off-brand tom holland ass twink with the green eyes. hate her. she is so boring. and her voice is even worse than drake bell (how could that be possible)

60's spider-man fucks. binged it so hard during my college days because it put me into the flow-state while i was working on my animation projects. i love that square boy. i love how macho he sounds when he's in the suit. i love his stupid fucking spider with the six legs. i love that they didn't have the budget for the extra two legs. i love him. he got me through college. almost tempted to do a stream of 60s spider-man so you all can enjoy it with me. it's a treasure. and thank you, 60s spider-man, for all the reaction images.

spectacular spider-man is very beloved, and i NEAARLY watched it all the way through, but – i don't know, i kind of just... don't like that peter parker very much. i couldn't tell you why. he's just a little boring to me. maybe it's the same criticism people slam onto andrew garfield's spider-man, the "he's too cool" argument. he's just not cringefail enough. he's kind of a bit boring. and his stupid SHIRT TAG that is NEVER TUCKED IN makes me FROTH at the MOUTH. i didn't wind up finishing the series because the love-triangle stuff just got way too exhausting for me. usually i eat up the peter parker drama but this particular case it really is a "why on earth is everyone in love with him. he's so boring." kind of situation. sure, it's a universal constant, but in this series it really is true. i wouldn't waste my time with him. sorry. mid. 5/10 peter parker portrayal. but the art and animation and theme song fuck.

i don't think i've watched enough of the other series to talk about them - which i feel kind of embarrassed about. i wanted to watch the animated series (1994) but just - never got around to it. i just prefer the comic-book format over animation, funnily. the irony, of me being an animator by trade, but preferring the medium of comic books. but like - i don't know. i prefer books over movies too. i just like doing more brain-work. it's why i like to write and draw more than i like to watch things. i don't like passive consumption. i want to put my brain to work. so - soooo, when it comes to watching things, i'm kind of terrible at it.

i think i should do a massive research session where i watch every spider-man series (or at least as much of them as my brain is willing to) - so i can do a comprehensive ranking of all peter parkers. if i have the time for that sort of thing (i don't.)

one day, maybe, one day. it could make a very fun video essay. i'd love to make a video essay, one day.

#sci speaks #sci. make a video essay. it could be fun. you make videos for a living. make one for yourself. #sci talks animation

[princess-of-the-corner]

For no particular reason here is some important, totally canon MHA lore courtesy of Smash:

The support course makes most of the stuff for the hero course including comedy props and robotic copies of the staff.

UA occasionally lets people who want to apply there watch classes and even take part in Hero Course lessons.

Momo can perfectly copy others' behaviour if she tries, can stop her lungs at will and is a magnificent opera singer.

Competitive baseball ceased existing after the dawn of quirks but Ochako is a fan anyway.

Fighting game combos are real but only Ochako can do them because her quirk lets her replicate weird physics engine bs.

Bakugo is an expert cook and baker but is also too scary to be asked about it. He's also a pretty good life coach, a favourite of local kids and one of the better rescuers on the team (according to Aizawa)

Endeavor is the most awkward motherfucker on the planet

Mt. Lady wasn't allowed to take hero courses due to her quirk but still decided to be one with some remedial courses to inspire other people with "volatile" quirks. This was a very mixed success.

Disney doesnt exist anymore but its remnant company is still an ass about copyright.

Izuku has a shitton of stuff about Katsuki in his notebooks and made multiple copies of it to hand out/in case they explode. He's also a cat's cradle expert.

The class is generally pretty good at improvised group dances.

All Might drafted up an anime about his life back in his early career and apparently it's Bad.

Midnight has a shonen rivalry fetish.

Shoto has used Half Hot before the Sports Fest but only in love doses and exclusively to attract cats. He also likes hunting bugs a lot (with a similar tactic) and doesn't know how mosquitos work.

Mic knows Muai Tai and wants to show it off really badly.

13's outfit is apparently a uniform UA just has on hand for Reasons.

Gonna respond to these individually so:

Love that! I've actually discussed before on the same wavelength of how the Support Course would be best suited to learn alongside Hero Students so they can see practical applications! I'd like more if they worked together a bit and/or the support students got classes where they just watch the Hero Training classes and take notes.

Honestly being allowed to check out potential schools you apply to does make sense.

Girl has many talents

how do you lose competitive baseball of all things? Like don't get me wrong I have little love for baseball, but why would it go away?

Ochako is best. Just fuckin. That's hilarious.

Katsuki being good at cooking is great but also being good with children? If a hero career never works out then housewife is a great option. (but also something something 'character with abrasive personality and power that's default dangerous and destructive also being one of the best with soft things that take patience like food and children)

This one? Beautiful. He's a loser. I love him.

It seems some bullshit that she wasn't allowed to take Hero Classes like. She can make a good Hero! And while her Quirk application is somewhat niche, it's not out of the realm of being needed. Hell, between her debut scene being fighting a giant villain therefore matching him in size, and the fact that this is a world where things like giant robots can exist, she's def needed. Like yeah she- she needs to learn to be a bit better about property damage but if she'd had gone to one of the schools and had experienced Heroes coaching her, that learning curve would be fantastic.

Disney will be Disney lmao

Izuku. Honey. I love you but that's a bit stalker-y and I would not be surprised if Katsuki blasts you into oblivion for that.

The gang is just all sharing a brain cell

All Might is also a fucking loser I love him.

I 100% think that all Heroes just have something for the shonen rivalry thing because like. Just. You need a close friend you can have a rivalry with to push each other to be the best you can be and then also spar with one another and oh hey getting pinned down like this is kinda hot ain't it? Every Hero has a 'type' and it's 'someone who will be affectionate but also throw me through a wall'.

Shoto using his fire to make himself warm and attract cats is fucking hilarious like baby!!!

Also a fucking loser I love him

That's hilarious actually

[legallybrunettedotcom]

the funny thing about those posts about how no one on tumblr fucks/goes out or whatever is that they always read as like super try hard. theres just something so 13 year old-y about coming onto tumblr.com, logging into your fandom blog and being like "omg you losers don't fuck hard and nasty and Smoke Drugs like I do!! only cool people who fuck watch super fucked up tv shows like ME, the guy who watches nbc Hannibal!", like wow ok you're super cool babe i bet you've never watched an episode of bluey, you're soooo edgy, you wanna take me back to yours and we can watch your super fucked up irredeemable shows that only horny chads with fat hogs like you could ever possibly understand (succession).

it's like hanging out with someone who just started smoking weed and is still being really annoying about it. i think some of those people's brains would explode if they realised that out there there's a bluey watching, our flag means death fan, piccrew profile picture, hamilton quoting disney adult who is having crazier kinkier sex than they can even imagine

lmaoooo right?? those polls and reactions they produced were soooo immature. i actually couldn't believe the way people were acting. like people in their 20s saying oh you don't fuck? LOSER !!! tumblr has become a bit of a stage for those who want to live out their mean girls fantasy. i don't think anyone should be forced to talk about their sexual experiences or lack of them, or just sex in general, but also don't think those same people should be acting like it's some unnatural and weird act and people who have sex and discuss it are nymphomaniac freaks and those discussions are gonna hurt their poor little innocent soul, they're all such babies and so clueless waaaah. and regarding media, shows and movies you mention, it's like one second we were talking about media literacy and the state of art today, unwillingness to engage with something more challenging and the next one it's like how do i turn this into a chad vs virgin battle. honestly i've been mostly ignoring all of this discourse. it was like a sign every day that made me go ok time to log off.

[offsidekineticist]

This probably should have been 2 chapters, but while I think the first part could be fleshed out into chapter length with a different POV, I'm less confident about the second, arguably much more important part. Also I'm impatient and want to share this bc being like "I can't mention this thing about my blorbos cuz it's a spoiler for my fic" sucks.

CW: gore, blood, burning, exhausted/traumatized character having difficulty communicating, character being possessed and corresponding loss of bodily control, mentions of torture in folklore (implied sexual), Sleeping Beauty (Disney) style dubcon

For the Velstrac

The sun hurts. Your eyes squeeze shut by themselves. You try to stop them because you can't sleep, but the sun hurts so they do what they want. The air is warmer than in your cell, but it moves more, which helps with the sleepiness. it smells like dew, instead of must and excrement and blood.

It's nice. The only problem is that it's loud. There's shouting and the clanging of metal weapons and screams and the roar of flames–

Your eyes slowly adjust to the glaring light. The hole leading to the tunnel into Rivad is just behind you. In front of you is a vast camp of soldiers–mostly paladins, if you had to guess–presently in a state of chaos because the dinosaur shaped collection of artifacts that dug your escape route is rampaging through their camp and growing as magical weapons and armor fly in a flurry towards it. Soldiers are desperately trying to stand their ground as their weapons, tabards, protective amulets, or even their very armor are pulled into the beast to sate its appetite. Others–poorer soldiers, judging by their shabby armor–rush through the camp, movement uninhibited by the golem's call, trying to help their fellows.

A paladin in shining holy armor loses grip on the tentpole he used to steady himself. He flies towards the golem, and you watch his armor almost explode with blood and viscera as it twists and compresses to fit into the bizarre three dimensional puzzle circling through the camp.

"Shit–we have to stop it!" Qweck says, voice pitched high with conviction, and you feel a twinge of pride along with your exasperation. Qweck, so concerned about others–but she is hurt. She's doing her best to hide it, but you can see the bruising on her neck, can hear the strain in her voice. She's been brave–so incredibly brave–but it needs to stop. You need to get her home. She needs a healer. 

"How?!" Giliys demands from just behind you, and you wince at how loud he is.

"You mean you activated some kind of artifact eating golem of doom without knowing how to turn it off?!" Qweck demands, and you can tell she is losing her grip on her self-control by how her ears are twitching–they only do that when she's really angry. 

"Not like it came with a fucking instruction manual!" Gilly snaps. Qweck closes her eyes and takes a deep, long breath before opening her eyes and speaking.

"Get Theo to the ship as we planned. I'm going to stay and help."

"Are you fucking crazy?" Giliys demands as Qweck steps towards him, your arm still slung over her shoulder. "Look at that thing! It just headbutt a tunnel through solid fucking rock! What the fuck do you think you'll be able to do?"

"Heal the wounded, for one," she snaps, passing your arm to Giliys so she can run healing into danger, still injured herself. You grab her shoulder, ignoring the pain in your broken fingers as you do.

"No," you say as sternly as you can manage with a voice worn raw by screaming. "Qweck, you're–your neck–I can hear–you need a healer."

"She needs a healer? Fuck that, Thay, you need a healer–which is why you're here in the first place!" Giliys says, rebuking first you and then Qweck. "You wanna put this guy on a ship without a healer? In his condition? That's a fucking death sentence!"

Qweck's mask is perfect, the very image of Irorian calm–but her ears are still twitching. "Then find Vrakka and have her go with you." Vrakka–the druid girl? But she–Brastlewark must be hundreds of miles off. 

"Find Vra–sorry, Princess, my bird calls are rusty. Did you miss the part where the bitch flew away?"

"No," you interrupt, because Vrakka is not the point and neither are bird calls. "No, it's not–I'm not–the ship isn't–if you're staying–I have to–I mean it's my job to–you need to be safe. I need you to be safe."

"You hear that?," Giliys says. "Thay needs you to be safe. Now let's fucking go before the altar boys catch us."

Qweck ignores Giliys and puts both hands on your shoulders. "You've done your job, and you've done it well," she says, eyes locked with yours. "Now I have to do mine." She shrugs off your grip on her shoulder as she lets go of yours and plunges into the chaos of the camp. 

"Qweck! No!" You call, arm reaching uselessly towards her. She's gone. She's gone and she's hurt and she's–

"Fuck–what the fuck are we supposed to do now?!" Giliys howls, enraged.

"Help me help her," you rasp.

"Yeah, right. What are you gonna do, fall on it?"

"Giliys please!" A lump is forming in your throat making it even harder to talk than it already I'd. "She–she is–she's–please."

Giliys closes his eyes, a look of resigned exasperation on his face. "Fuck. Why'd you have to go and say please? Fine." He begins dragging you with him towards the camp. 

"Thank you."

"Don't fucking thank me! I'm dragging you to your fucking death!" He spits on what probably used to be a paladin as you pass and enter the camp.

"Don't need–it's ok to–you can't–be nice."

"Be nice?!" 

No, 'be nice' wasn't what you meant. You meant that he didn't have to pretend to be cruel, that you saw through it. But you're exhausted, and words are hard, and you've barely the strength to use them, so instead you just repeat "thank you."

Giliys grunts. "Not like I can put you on a boat until a healer sees you anyway. What the hell, why don't we just go out in a blaze of glory trying to save a bunch of altar boys from a fucking dinosaur? Not like I got anything else scheduled for fucking ev–kch!"

It happens so quickly you're not sure how it happens. One second you're leaning on Giliys as he gripes about helping Qweck. The next there's an enormous blade poking through Giliys's chest, pulling him–and you–towards the golem.

"Gilly? Gilly!"

He stares at the blade in his chest, his feet–and yours–dragging across the ground. "Shit," he wheezes. "Can't–can't hold it–Thay, run."

"Can't hold whah–"

Giliys pushes you away. You fall. Fire explodes from his wound. You cover your face, curling into a ball to protect yourself from the fire. A strange, inhuman laughter fills the air.

"FINALLY!" You peek through your fingers up at Giliys. He is floating a foot off the ground. He holds the blade with his bare hands and pulls. Out comes the sword, the hilt soaked in blood as it crashes through his chest, tearing the wound even wider and leaving behind a gaping hole, gushing with blood and fire.

You're not supposed to take the weapon out of a stab wound if you can help it. That makes the victim bleed out faster. You reach out and grab the weapon as it flies towards the golem. It drags you a few feet until you manage to toss your open bag in its path. The sword flies into the bag, and the bag goes still as its anti scrying spells hide the sword from the golem's hunger.

There. Now you can put the sword back in Giliys's chest once he stops floating.

(You really are exhausted)

You're able to push yourself to your knees and look up. The hole in his chest is closing–or you think it is. Less fire and blood seems to bleed from it with each passing second until the hole is closed. His eyes light up with flame as he holds up and examines flaming hands.

"YES. THIS WILL DO NICELY. NOW BURN."

Streams of flame fly from Giliys's hands, devouring soldier after soldier after soldier. It's no normal flame–it leaves tent and banner and wood untouched, but consumes flesh and blood. Whatever has taken control of Giliys is cackling in perverse joy.

Your eyes scan the scene wildly looking for someplace to hide, some way to escape–you know the moment it looks down, you're doomed. Movement and a flash of green catch your eye. Qweck, about twenty feet behind where Giliys stood when he was impaled, sheltering behind a rack of spears and shields.

Qweck is here.

Oh, gods, Qweck is here.

You need to stop this now. You don't have time to retreat and regroup, Qweck is right there, and the second that thing sees her, she will burn. You need to bring Giliys back to himself, because even if he can be killed like this (probably not), even if you were physically able to kill him (certainly not), you know you'd never be able to bring yourself to do it because of your damn fool, treacherous, everbreaking heart.

Wait.

"For the Velstrac," you whisper to yourself in realization. A poem written by an unknown Nidalese Desnan, the finale to a collection of poems written by the narrator (the Lover) about the person they loved (the Beloved). The last poem is the most famous–and the saddest. The Beloved, damned to the Plane of Shadows by Zon-Kuthon's hold over Nidal, becomes the Velstrac, eager to torture the Lover with sadistic parodies of their former love. And yet, whereas most poems in the collection carry an underlying tone of fear or anxiety over Zon-Kuthon's hold over the Lover and the Beloved's souls, "For the Velstrac" ends with hope.

For with each kiss thy eyes have brighter seem'd

So by my pain I shall see thee redeem'd.

It would seem absurd to you if you were in your right mind. But you are exhausted and hurt and afraid and bound to protect Qweck, so you grasp at ideas with the clumsiness of a child, push yourself to your feet, and pull Giliys down out of the air to be saved by True Love's Kiss.

It's a terrible first kiss. Truth be told, you don't find the act of kissing itself particularly appealing. Your enjoyment of that and more intimate acts has always come from seeing your partner's ecstasy and knowing you caused it–the satisfaction of having done well, of being such a good partner that he has devolved into a lesser state of coherence. But Giliys himself is unable to react, and his body, still floating off the ground, puppeted by an unknown power, reacts with violence, his arms flailing unnaturally, twisting out of joint. His body is hot to the touch, and your lips are screaming at you to withdraw. But slowly, painfully slowly, the heat fades. The flailing stops. You feel Giliys sink downward onto his feet, and then collapse in a heap. You do not let go of his shirt in time. You fall with him, aching and exhausted, lips burning from this cruel mockery of what you've wanted for years.

You're too exhausted to move. You're sprawled on top of him, but you're too exhausted to move. Your ear is pressed against his chest, and you can hear his heartbeat–at first racing, but slowing in time to a gentle, steady pace that promises safety and carries you to sleep.

#someone please buy Qweck all the drinks #oc: theoven derenge #oc: giliys #oc: qweck #pwotr pals #pathfinder wotr #The (Completely Platonic!) Breakup Arc #part 9

[cosmicbrowniefan]

also if you feel like doing more than one set of hcs I am forever and always searching for platonic/qpr madwheeler crumbs 🙏🏼 🕯

beck, of course i'll do platonic madwheeler headcanons for you. after the contributions you've given to the fandom today, or at the very least, the strange chaos you've caused, you deserve this.

i think that max and mike have very similar food opinions and they kind of hate it? like why tf are you copying me??

but also it's validating to have someone that they can count on to agree with them

i think they both like those coconut macaroon cookies

they're the only ones who like them btw

but if they ever have differing food opinions?

all hell breaks loose

bc neither of them is wrong. they're just not.

for example, mike likes candy corn. max. does not.

also

i don't think either of them will admit it, but once mike starts growing his hair out, max helps teach him how to style it

also when he starts wearing eyeliner and painting his nails, she does that for him too

because he doesn't have a steady enough hand to handle that shit

we all know the party has a bunch of different mini sub-divisions that have sleepovers all the time and everything

but i think mike and max have literally scheduled to have a sleepover with each other at least once a month

because to both of them, the other is just the best possible person to vent to and blow off steam with, and they make sure to have a scheduled time for that so they can get their emotions out in a healthy way

of course they end up having sleepovers and venting more than once a month most of the time, but they just always keep that standard to make sure they have a set aside time for it

they go to break rooms together

(places where they give you safety goggles and just let you smash stuff, not sure if that's just an america thing or if they have those everywhere)

breaking stuff is just so therapeutic to both of them

also they do that tiktok trend where you write things on a plate and then you smash it

and max braids mike's hair when he's stressed and venting a lot of the time

he leans back into her lap while she does it and he just explodes with his feelings

but enough with them venting all the time, let's talk more positive things

both max and mike are INCREDIBLY intelligent

they're actually the dream team for group projects and things like that

everyone wants them in their group

even though you might think they'd argue over ideas, they really have the same ideas and opinions when it comes to academics

also they go christmas shopping for their boyfriends together!!

will and lucas also go shopping for max and mike together hehe

i have a hc too that max and mike are disney channel original movie junkies

they know the lyrics to every fucking movie under the sun, and can act out full on musical numbers just the two of them

they entered their school talent show together with "can't stop singing" from teen beach movie

they learned to tap dance for it.

so we know mike doesn't like getting his picture taken (unless he's in a picture with will), and max sees that

but she thinks mike has a great smile and she wants him to know that and understand that

so she gets a polaroid camera for the two of them to share and they take candids of themselves and their friends all the time

and max shows each picture to mike and tells him that, no matter how chaotic the picture is, it's beautiful because their friends are together and the pictures show so much joy

mike still doesn't LOVE having his picture taken, but he appreciates it a lot more now, and smiles for pictures more often

they both have just. the biggest hearts

and they both want to act in the best interest of others which is why they get in fights sometimes but i think they can actually talk it out and realize that they both want the same thing

their communication definitely gets better the older they get and their relationship gets stronger every day <3

i hope you enjoy @tntozier :)

#stranger things #stranger things headcanons #madwheeler #madwheeler headcanons #platonic madwheeler #max mayfield #mike wheeler

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Glastonbury Adventures - Colin Shea x Reader

A/N: In honour of Glastonbury weekend here’s a smutty one shot featuring our favourite musician! I totally blame this on @thefallenbibliophilequote​ for tagging me in a Colin gifset and reminding me how perfect he is!

Summary: You and Colin have some fun at Glastonbury

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Fluff! SMUT! 18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI! Public-ish sex! Unprotected Sex! Little bit of angst at the end!

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For as long as you’ve known Colin you’ve known how much he wants to go to Glastonbury. Every year he’d clear his schedule for that weekend so he could sit and watch all the livestreams he could.

“It’s iconic! Any musician knows if you’ve played Glastonbury you’ve made it, and god imagine playing the pyramid stage” he’d exclaim shaking his head in wonder.

So when you told him you’d gotten tickets to the festival for his birthday he could hardly contain his excitement. It was like watching a kid being told they were going to Disney World. And lets just say he showed you how grateful he was that night, multiple times.

From the moment the plane landed Colin was like a ball of energy waiting to explode. You were so happy to see him so excited.

“Holy shit I can’t actually believe we’re here” Colin exclaimed as he looked out at the fields of Worthy farm.

“C’mon we better go find a good place to set up camp” you smile wrapping your arm around his waist.

“God I can’t wait, I don’t care if it rains the entire time we’re here, because its fucking Glastonbury” Colin grins wrapping his arm around you, kissing your temple before leading you off to the camping ground.

“Just be aware we can’t really shower here so don’t do too much mud wallowing” you point out laughing.

Thankfully the weather was perfect, sunny and warm all day, everyday. You and Colin had the best time exploring the different fields, drinking more cider than you probably should and listening to some amazing music from all the different stages.

It was late in the afternoon on the Sunday and you and Colin were stood near the back of the crowd at the pyramid stage listening to the band currently performing. You were stood in front of Colin who had his arms wrapped around you as you swayed side to side to the beat of the music.

“Hey” Colin muttered as he pressed a kiss to the exposed skin on your shoulder “I’m not bothered about listening to these guys so why don’t we go find something else”

You nod your head in agreement “sure what other stage are you thinking off?”

“I wasn’t thinking of going to a stage” Colin hums pressing another kiss to your neck.

You look over your shoulder at him about to question what he meant when you saw the look on his face “you have your I wanna have sex face on, why do you have your I wanna have sex face on?”

Colin gives you a look as if to say ‘isn’t it obvious’

“Colin we can’t, there’s nowhere we could go” you point out keeping your voice low.

“There’s plenty of places, our tent being the tamest option” Colin says “think about it, everyone is out listening to music or getting drunk, the camping ground is gonna be deserted right now”

“But what if we get caught?” You say shaking your head.

“That’s all part of the fun” Colin grins with a wink.

His hands move to your hips grabbing them possessively, pulling you back so you could feel his erection pressing against your ass. You had to bite your lips to stop yourself from moaning right there and then.

“So what do you say?” Colin whispers in your ear.

You look over your shoulder at him, biting your lower lip as you nodded your head in agreement. The lopsided grin on Colin’s face grew as he leant down to kiss you deeply before quickly guiding you out of the crowds.

The two of you quickly made your way back to your tent, not caring if you looked like two horny teenagers.

Once you found and reached your tent you grabbed hold of Colin’s hand quickly stopping him and turning him around to face you. He looked back at you slightly confused for a moment but quickly recovered when you grabbed him by the nape of his neck and crashing his lips down to yours. He instantly responded grabbing your hips and pulling you closer. You ran your hand down his chest until you reached his prominent bulge, cupping and grabbing it making him groan.

You take a couple steps back smirking at him, bending over to give him the perfect view of your ass as you unzipped and stepped inside your tent. Once inside the tent you quickly pulled off the crochet crop top you wore, leaving you naked from the waist up.

You could hear Colin muttering to himself outside the tent as you lay down, propping yourself up on your elbows. As he stepped inside the tent he froze slightly when he saw you.

“Fuck” he repeated under his breath, quickly zipping the tent shut.

Once closed off from the world he quickly whipped off his top before pouncing on you. He cupped your cheek as he kissed you deeply, hips settling between your legs as his tongue delved inside your mouth.

You tilted your head back as his lips travelled from yours, nipping and sucking at your skin as he moved over your jawline and neck. Your fingers weaved through his hair, tugging at the short strands as he attacked your collarbone down to your clavicle. Your back arching when he finally reached the spot you wanted him the most. His lips wrapping around your erect nipple, flicking it with his tongue, forcing you to bite back a loud moan. His dexterous fingers giving your other breast equal attention, pinching and massaging.

His attentions move further south down your body, your breath hitching when he reached the waistband of your shorts. Glancing up at you through his lashes, which you were always so jealous of because they were so thick and long, he undid the button of your denim shorts, hooking his fingers over the waistband and your panties before pulling them down teasingly slowly.

You watch as he sits back on his ankles, licking his lips as he looked down at you “fuck so wet already?” he mutters shaking his head.

“I’m always wet for you” you say biting your lower lip as you grin down at him.

A smirk grows on his face as he crawls back up you “well in that case…” he mutters before pressing a kiss to your lips “I’m never letting you leave this tent ever again” he practically growls.

As he kisses you, his hand dips between your bodies, cupping your core. He slowly drags two fingers up your slit, collecting your juices, swiping across your clit in a teasing manner. You roll your hips in a desperate attempt to get him to touch you where you needed it most but he just removes his hand completely. You watch as he brings his fingers to his lips, licking them clean of your essence.

“My favourite taste in the world” he hums before shifting back down your body “but I’m gonna need more than just a taste” he says eyes almost completely black with lust.

You were going to say a snarky remark along the lines of having a three course meal but the words die in your throat as he licks a long stipe up your slit before diving in with no hesitation. Your hand flew to his hair, gripping the short strands as he eats you out like a man starved. His tongue delving deep inside you, leaving you desperately struggling to hold back your moans.

“let it all out baby girl, I wanna hear everything” Colin says, his voice reverberating against your clit.

“but-“ you gasp struggling to your brain to communicate with your mouth.

“no one’s around, I wanna hear you scream” Colin smirks before he attacks once more, not giving you the chance to stop yourself, a loud moan falling from your lips.

“fuck colin- I’m- I’m close” you gasp throwing your head back, your back arching.

“I know baby girl, let go” Colin groans, sliding two fingers into you as he sucked on your clit.

At that you felt your orgasm crash over you in a tsunami like wave. Your body spasaming as you came with a large cry, your arousal flooding Colins mouth. He however lapped up everything he gave him.

“fuck” you mutter as you came down from your high.

Colin grinned as he moved back up you “too tired to carry on?” he smirks.

“never in a million years” you pant, wrapping your arm around his shoulders, pulling his lips down to yours, moaning as you tasted yourself on his lips.

As he kisses you, your hands trail down his chest until your reach the waistband on his shorts. Your nimble fingers quickly unbuttoning them, his hands joining yours as you pushed his shorts down.

Once his shorts were discarded you push against his shoulders, moving so he was now below you as you straddled his skinny hips. He looked up at you in surprise for a moment before a smirk grew on his face.

“take what you need baby girl” he smirks.

You grin down at him, wrapping your fingers around his erection giving him a few gently pumps “that’s exactly what I plan on doing” you wink.

You line him up at your entrance before slowly sinking down on to him, the both of you groaning at the sensation of him filling you up. No matter how many times you’ll have sex with Colin you’ll never get used to his size, and you didn’t want to either. Once you were fully seated you began slowly rolling your hips, causing the both of you to moan loudly.

As you picked up the pace, Colin’s hands moved to your hips to guide you and encourage you to move faster and harder. Your hands resting against his chest, feeling his pecs tense as you rode his cock.

“fuck baby girl you feel so good” Colin groaned as he started to rut up into you “shit please tell me you’re close”

You could only nod, your ability to speak completely gone in your sex driven haze.

“let go baby girl, come all over my cock” Colin encourages, his hand slipping between your bodies to run circles around your clit.

With that added sensation you came with a loud cry, throwing your head back, trying desperately to keep moving until Colin found his high. Thankfully he continued to guide your hips, rutting up into you, doing all of the work as your body turned to jello. You walls pulsated around him as he hit his high, painting your walls with his spend.

You finally collapsed on top of him, the tent silent with the exception of your pants as you both fought to catch your breath. As Colin wrapped his arms around you, you lifted your head to smile blissfully up at him, he smiled back at you, brushing some hair from your face before kissing you sweetly.

The two of you remained like this in silence just enjoying each other’s company, for an unknown amount of time. The sound of the festival in the background as you just relaxed in each other’s embrace.

“I wish we could come here every year” Colin sighed quietly, his fingers running absentmindedly up and down your back.

“hey you never know, in a few years you could be performing here and we could be having green room sex” you smirk.

Colin lets out a snort of laughter “yeah right”

“hey don’t sell yourself short, you guys are amazing, easily the best band in Boston, you sell out every gig you do” you tell him lifting your head so you could look at him properly “I’m already having to beat wannabe groupies back with a stick”

Colin lets out a small chuckle at that “I dunno, its just- I just think sometimes if it was gonna happen it would have happened already, and I should just cut my losses and get a real job”

You sit up properly hearing this, your hands resting on his chest making sure he was looking up at you “hey no stop talking like that” you tell him harshly.

“I mean it Y/N, it would mean we could afford more trips like this, I don’t like that the only reason we were able to go was because you paid for it” Colin sighs his hand moving up and down your side.

“I don’t care, this was your birthday present!” you state shaking your head down at him “Colin you can’t give up your dream, you’ve worked so hard and you’re so good and your big break is coming soon I can feel it”

“but what if it doesn’t?” he sighs still unconvinced.

“then make it, send your demo to every record label out there until one responds and keep going” you tell him gently “and honestly Colin I don’t care how much you earn, which is actually pretty good, I’d rather watch my boyfriend rock out on stage than live in a fancy apartment or go on loads of different holidays”

“really?” Colin asks arching a brow, uncertain.

“100%, because I love you” you smile wiping away some glitter that had fallen from your face onto his nose.

“I love you too, so, so much” he smiles cupping your cheek and kissing you deeply.

“now do you wanna go watch the headliner, or have round 2 before everyone gets back?” you ask with a smirk.

A grin grows on Colin’s face as he flips the both of your over so he was above you “round two every time” he grins.

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when you become untouchable {Vigilante | Adrian Chase} // five

five. moving so carefully (let's start living dangerously)

Summary: At first, 'team bonding' has your heart rate picking up from the adrenaline and excitement of blowing shit up in the woods... then Peacemaker suggests a whole different kind of 'team bonding' to raise your heart rate.

Need to Know: She/Her pronouns. villain!meta-human!reader. self depricating reader. chaos. implied dehumanisation. canon typical violence. heavily implied smut. slowish burn.

Warnings: lead up to smut but nothing explicit. so much smut talk/negotiations. Also murder/violent talk and imagery

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A/N: I got in my head so smut will be eventually but I'm just gonna continue with the story. I've missed this. I hope it's okay!! Bit of a long, kinda raunchy one lmfao. So unedited, please lemme know what you think!!

Taglist: @16boyfriends-and-me @a-girl-who-loves-disney @amysuemc @generalfoolish @idkanymoreaboutlife @home-of-disaster @2guysonascooter @demure-doll @grippleback-galaxy @demeterl @specificpuppy @gay-cold-brew @siberianallen @evvilspawn @simping-4-jason-todd @hazzarights

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Peacemaker's watching you like he thinks you're going to explode; you think that maybe Vigilante is too, but you can't see his face. It's like the ticking is audible but the timer is long, so there's time enough to enjoy themselves, but they're prepared if you suddenly become a threat. Maybe they think they're being subtle, but after forty minutes through the forest, the bright banter grows quiet when you finally get to the appliance graveyard, and the first thing Peacemaker does is look to Vigilante.

And Vigilante looks to you.

"Is this the part where we fuck shit up?" Grinning from ear to ear, you peer around the clearing, the years of gathered appliances about to be put out of their misery, and both Peacemaker and Vigilante voice their raucous agreement.

It's not as if you've got a whole workshop to work with here, in fact, when you ask for a screwdriver at the very least, Vigilante pulls a multitool from his belt and asks if it's enough. In your hands it's more than enough.

So you set yourself up by a tree that's a safe distance from the firing range and eagerly request the weapons be brought over. Everything is, Peacemaker's cooler included, and the man himself hands you each a drink, cheersing the afternoon to come before he excitedly hands you an already dangerous looking crossbow.

You frown for a beat, barely looking to Vigilante before he shrugs.

"Its one of those things I'd rather have and not need, you know?" He's so strange and endearing, you'll let him have this one even when you know it's bullshit without even taking your gloves off.

And yeah, the minute you pull off your glove and accept the tactical crossbow, you know he bought it because it was cool. He's never killed anyone with it, but not for lack of trying. But you keep that to yourself, and get started with the multitool while the other two argue about the music on Vigilante's iPod. Adrian. Adrian who hums while doing target practice, and has definitely shot himself in the foot, and sighs every time he picks up and then puts down his crossbow because crossbow bolts would be far too easy to identify and lead to him even though he buys his ammunition out of town. Every time he wants a sip of his drink he fully turns away from both you and Peacemaker to barely lift his mask. There's so much time and thought put into being careful about his secret identity, and here you were, cheating; he handed it to you. You wouldn't keep his true identity in your mind, but you'll enjoy it while it's there.

With rock and roll finally blaring, they've decided to start with shotguns, chaos already reigning supreme as appliances are bursting apart one after the other.

"Hey who wants a go with the crossbow?" You announced, hoisting the weapon above your head like an offering; Peacemaker is closest, and the moment he takes it and asks what you've done to it, you light up with glee, "no idea! Aim for the refrigerator!"

"What do you mean?!" Peacemaker is all kinds of elated and confused, and you take the revolver by his hip, making sure the safety is on before you start tinkering with it idly.

"Once I let go, I know what I did, but have no idea why I did it, or what it'll do," you shrugged blithely, "I surprise myself."

So Peacemaker aims for the refrigerator and the crossbow bolt whistles through it like its butter, quite literally burying itself into the tree ten yards behind it.

"You think it would have went through the tree if it hadn't hit the refrigerator first?" Vigilante's making to grab the crossbow without even waiting for an answer, and you bounce on your toes with eager anticipation at the idea.

There's not much to be done with a multitool but you certainly try your best, and even the smallest modification is met with cheers. Between the beer and constant rush of information with weapons constantly changing hands, the world becomes messy and joyful and violent all in one. These weapons are soaked in blood and delight and a sense of justice that's intoxicating.

Memories from Peacemaker's weapons leave a metallic taste in the back of your throat even after you let go, but Vigilante's burn through your veins long after you've forgotten them.

"How have you not taken a shot with any of these yet? You've been engineering them," Vigilante laughed as the forest was turning golden in the late afternoon sun. Peacemaker was finishing off the final beer and you'd spent the past ten minutes balancing a sawn-off shotgun on individual fingers.

"There's no surprise for me; I know they work, and I know how," as if to prove a point, you catch the shotgun with ease and don't even take proper aim before firing at the only vaguely intact appliance left, a kettle, shattering the remains of it. Beaming, you offer your hand, as if asking for help up, and he obliges. You don't even remember you're not wearing your gloves until it's too late, until the blood soaked existence of his gloves crashes into your mind all at once, and all his guns and knives and weapons lash out all at once in your head, and those hands have killed without even holding weapons, and smothered, and silenced those begging for their lives. It's awash with a sense of superiority and justice and finding joy in the act as he believes he's making the world a better place. But there's an almost perverse kind of joy you know he feels when the worst people he's gone after beg for their lives; it's like a contact high. You know you should let go.

"I should..." Its a heady kind of rush, and after everything else it's almost overwhelming. You're still holding his hand, "I should..."

"You okay there?" He asks with a hesitant laugh.

"They keep begging for their lives," you squeeze your eyes closed, before holding out the shotgun that was still in your free hand, "its terrible," you laugh a little breathlessly, "they're terrible, it's nice to hear, you know?"

"I don't know what's happening," Vigilante admits, carefully taking the gun from you.

"Do you get off to other people's memories?" Peacemaker called with sharp amusement, and you let go of Vigilante immediately, frowning.

"No, what the fuck?"

"Come on, I must've had some good ones, I know I've had some good ones -" Peacemaker's packing several of the weapons into the now empty cooler for ease of carrying, while you're tugging your gloves back on.

"Chris, you fucked a butterfly," you pointed out.

"And the sex part was great," he paused for effect, "all four times." You made a disgusted noise in the back of your throat.

"I'm just saying, I didn't keep any of your memories and if I had it wouldn't be the sex ones -"

"When's the last time you fucked someone who wasn't a mark?" Peacemaker rose a singular eyebrow at you, to which you scowled.

"Memories?"

You turn to Vigilante, brow furrowed as the realisation hits you square in the chest.

"You don't... dude you don't actually know how my powers work, do you?"

After spending over half the walk trying to explain the gist of your powers in more detail than Peacemaker had thought to go into, the conversation quickly devolves as Peacemaker begins to list off everything he would commit to memory, and you arguing against all of his picks.

"But you haven't saved memories to get off to?" Vigilante clarifies as Peacemaker as lead you all into his trailer finally, announcing that he'd definitely keep the memory of him fucking everyone he's ever fucked, but from their perspective.

"God no," you scoffed, flopping down on the sofa bedside Vigilante as Peacemaker was rifling through his cupboards, "its more like a coach taping practice to learn from; it's that POV kind of porn except I'm the star," you grimaced.

"Its called self love, Y/N, you should try it some time," Peacemaker countered; your horror at the suggestion grew until you were actively cringing against the sofa and poor Vigilante who was giving you a sympathetic pat.

"Could you download those memories into other people's heads?" Vigilante asks carefully, adding quickly, "asking for a friend."

"What friend?" Peacemaker throws himself onto the sofa bedside you, while Vigilante tries and fails to come up with a reasonable answer.

"Me," he pauses, "for research purposes." Its not even slightly convincing, but at least it makes you laugh.

"I told you guys I haven't kept any of those memories; I'm good at my job I don't need the coaching," it comes out all kinds of smug and flirty in the surprisingly warm trailer.

"Weren't you a contract killer?" Peacemaker asks.

"Yeah, but ARGUS had me diversifying," you rolled your eyes at that, "it all usually ended in me killing someone but the US government also loves a good Honeypot."

"Are you judging me right now?" You spluttered, "how did your last hookup go, Dick Vampire?"

"Hey, listen," raising his hands like you're a wild animal he's trying to calm, he sits up carefully, tone much gentler, "no judgement, obviously, just-" and he lays a careful hand on your arm. A few moments pass. You look at the point of contact. Surprisingly, a second hand comes to rest on your other arm, and that's when you remember Vigilante's on your other side.

"What are we doing here?" He asked, voice dropping to something quieter to match Peacemaker's, though still clearly confused.

"Okay, fine, it's nice," you mutter through your teeth, trying not to look at either of them because you feel foolish for how much you're enjoying this, the bare minimum of contact; for fuck's sake they're still wearing their gloves, you shouldn't be-

"Chaser, in my professional opinion, you need to get laid," Peacemaker announced, and your traitorous mind is disappointed when he let's you go to stand, "I humbly offer my services." He smiles a little smugly as he gestures broadly, stepping backwards.

"Generous," your lip curls with sarcastic venom, mood turning on a dime; "you're so full of shit." Vigilante is still holding your arm; you don't move out of his grip. Peacemaker shrugged with a surprisingly casual ease.

"Hey, if I was just looking to get off for my own sake you wouldn't be my first choice- no offence," he amends quickly, "we're teammates and you're a villain; there's countless chicks less complicated that I could be hooking up with," at the subtle brag he tries to get past you, you roll your eyes. "This is mutually beneficial; cardio, endorphins, skin to skin contact," he lists.

"I do cardio," you spit icily.

"Okay, sure; if you wanna go do your cardio at home, go home, it's just an offer, dude," he actually laughed, the sound warm and bright and dismissive.

And here's where your indecision strikes, with Vigilante giving your arm a squeeze.

"You're not a coat rack; do you wanna weigh in on this?" You asked him sharply.

"I could go either way," Vigilante tells you, which had not been the answer you were expecting, "I can leave, but logistically we can cover more surface area together, if it's that bad that it'd be worth it; the rest of the benefits speak for themselves."

"Surface area?" Bewildered, you watch as he breaks contact with you to remove his glove with a faint grunt of effort.

"Skin to skin contact, right?" And his hand, pale and warm, holds your arm again, "two people; more contact."

"He's got a point," Peacemaker points out. Suddenly, the minute you realise neither of them are joking, and how damn good it feels to have someone even just holding your arm like this, you feel yourself growing flustered.

"So we're all sleeping together because I'm touch-starved?" It's difficult to keep the hard edge to your voice considering in your mind you've already agreed.

"Also because you've got stellar tits," Peacemaker added, "but I haven't got any ulterior motives, if that's got you worried."

"Mine is a bit ulterior, but I'll still second the comment about your tits, I'm doing this more out of a scientific curiosity than -"

"Vij," he goes quiet at your interruption, raising his gaze from where he'd been making a point of looking at your chest, "who would I tell?" You ask with a sudden confused realisation, skipping ahead in the conversation as you caught his train of thought.

"No-one really, I guess," there's no hesitation to catch up, confirming your suspicions about why he'd been trying to justify himself, "I just like to be prepared."

"Its team bonding and cardio, no justification necessary, to me or anyone else," you said with surprising cheer, catching Peacemaker up on context for the conversation.

"I'm not part of the team," Vigilante points out. After a very, very long moment, let make a noise in the back of your throat, and shed your shirt without any further preamble.

"Fine, then it's team bonding for me and Chris, and regular, acquaintance bonding for me and you," you tell him decisively. From the bedroom, and out of sight, you hear Peacemaker bark a laugh before a record crackles to life with some 80s rock. Vigilante still hasn't responded.

"Did you hear what I said or are you just looking at my tits?" You stage whispers to him.

"Tits," he confirmed immediately in a matching whisper, "I'm done justifying myself, can you unzip me?" And as you obliged, shifting closer and leaning in to find the zipper at the back of his suit, you feel his gentle touch on the now bare skin above your hip. The way you pause, zip halfway down his back, betrays you, as does the involuntary noise that escapes you; it's embarrassingly needy.

"Oh!"

"Don't," you counter without missing a beat; you were already flustered without having to hear his obvious delighted surprise at this turn of events.

"Are we fuckin' or what?" Peacemaker thankfully calls, peering down the hall from his bedroom, "'cos if we are, we're not doing it on that couch when I've got a bed right here; thing's practically a third of the trailer for a reason."

"Coming!" You hear yourself respond.

"Phrasing," Peacemaker snorts as Vigilante finally stands, and you with him. In the back of your mind you're aware that you should grab the latex, disposable gloves you'd brought, but the thought is overshadowed as you follow Vigilante down the hall, watching as he pulls off the top half of the well-fitted, armoured suit.

"Oh fucking hell, can you go back to wanting me dead?" Escapes you in a rush, words sharp but tone so soft it's said with a sigh.

"What?" Vigilante's deeply confused, as is Peacemaker, who's sitting on the side of his bed and pulling off his shoes.

"I-" you really wish you'd kept that thought to yourself; despite the situation you're half mortified to explain. You skitter into the room and around the bed, on the far side and turned away from them both under the guise of getting undressed. Still your words come out as a half flustered mumble, "fuckin' cape, of course you're hot too," then after a beat, "shut up, Chris."

"I haven't said anything!" Peacemaker counters, right as Vigilante starts laughing his damn ass off. However, Chris does chuckle a little, adding rather smugly, "you're such a simp, I can't believe I was ever intimidated by you."

"We keep this between us, okay?" You insisted instead of properly addressing his snide remark.

Because Harcourt may be your closest friend in the world, but she is absolutely, without a doubt, going to judge you harshly for this of she ever finds out. One, because it's Peacemaker, and she judges him harshly already, and two, because she's already turned him down for how she's judged him.

Now in your underwear, you pause to glance over your shoulder. In that moment, your gaze meets Peacemaker's as he's halfway through pulling off his second sock.

"That's good by me, hey-" his expression lit up as an idea crossed his mind, "you're buddies with Harcourt- can you put in a good word for me?" He gives you a winning smile.

"Incredibly bold request from a man about to fuck me," you snort, turning back around. Vigilante had started humming along to the music; you're now pretty sure it's Motley Crue.

"I... didn't consider that," Peacemaker admits, "but at least you'll know it's worth it for her."

"You're setting high expectations for yourself," you warned with the beginnings of a grin.

"And when I meet them - dude!" He sighs with exasperation.

"I'll be back in a second!" Vigilante, bare-assed, leaves the room just as you glance back. You, half out of your panties, and Peacemaker, one leg out of his own pants, share a moment of confused silence... before his gaze drops.

"Nice ass."

"Thanks."

"Does your hand thing work for sex stuff?"

The record fades of of one song and into the next; She Goes Down. You glance to the record player, and then back to Peacemaker.

"Same way it works for everything else," you step out of your underwear, turning back to kick it into the pile that was the rest of your clothes, "which is why I don't usually use it for sex stuff."

"Because it freaks you out?"

"Because it freaks other people out; I know how to compartmentalise," you sit back on the bed with a deep sigh. Closing your eyes, you lay back against the duvet, and try to find a moment of peace, to ground yourself in the reality of what you were about to take part in. Arching after a moment so you can angle your head and see Peacemaker, you see he's braced against his wall with one hand while struggling with his pants hooked on his ankle.

"So if you took off your gloves and touched my dick would you know how to get me off?" Vigilante rejoins the conversation and the room carrying a plastic grocery bag, your plastic grocery bag, completely naked apart from his helmet. You know he's watching you and waiting for a response, and you know you shouldn't be surprised by the fact that every part of him is just as toned and athletic beneath his suit as his torso had been, but it still took you by surprise. You look up at the ceiling quickly.

"I could touch your dick with my gloves on and know how to get you off," you finally settle on, the response coming out far flirtier than you'd anticipated, "which is the plan, but no it won't use my powers." When the bed shifts, you feel it.

"Then you'll need these," and something plastic lands on your shoulder; your packet of latex gloves... oh.

Arching your neck a little to try and see where he is to thank him, instead you see he's peering back at you through his visor, cross legged on the bed and closer than you'd anticipated. He's fidgeting.

"Hey am I allowed to touch you yet?"

You blink.

You can't remember the last time someone asked you that... or the last time someone who's actually known you has even wanted to.

"You sure? Last chance to back out," you say instead, tone carefully neutral, "I'm still a villain, still the same person who killed a lot of people for money, still..." but he's reaching out, hand hovering above you patiently, the question reiterated silently. Peacemaker, now standing and swearing at his tight shirt caught around his ears, has refused to ask for help or even comment on the situation.

Shouldn't he and Vigilante be afraid, for all they knew about you? And by the same logic, with what few but important things you know about them, shouldn't you at least be concerned too?

"Yeah, I'm sure," despite everything, he sounds sincere.

Perhaps that's why it's unfamiliar. Perhaps that's why even the idea feels so good.

"Then yeah," it's cathartic to finally say, letting go of any other pretences and just enjoy the situation, the moment, "that's the point of this whole thing, at least according to Peacemaker's professional opinion," you added with a teasing kind of fondness, "so yeah," and you're grinning now, wide and bright and full of eager anticipation, "please."

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[just-prime]

Why does Ahsoka care?

That's the question that I keep coming back to. Why does she care about Thrawn? Why is she afraid of him? I mean, she clearly is, and it makes no sense. Ahsoka never interacted with him. She was off being Schrödinger's OC before Filoni invented time travel to save her.

So why does she care enough to hunt down Morgan Elsbeth in the first place???

Now we follow this up, with a sentiment that I know I am not alone on...

Why would Thrawn care?

There's no reason he would. He's had six books of character development since his appearance in Rebels, all of which point towards him wanting to go home, to his people, and his boyfriend. The man was actively committing treason against the Empire left and right by the end, and was probably on his way to getting executed by Palps had he not been purrgil-ed, so I ask again? Why is everyone so convinced that he is the "heir to the empire" other than the fact that Filoni is dragging everyone out of their previous characterizations to set the pieces in place for his HTTE fan film. Filoni doesn't care about the canon Thrawn, just like he doesn't care about keeping continuities consistant between his other recent shows. As seen by the fact that he's introducing a bunch of Thrawn allies who've never shown up before in any medium, and therefore feel rather hallow.

So why should we care?

I mean, I'm watching so my friends don't have to...So that my friends don't have to witness Sabine's helmet fly off like it's three sizes too big...So my friends are not subjected to Marrok's death where he explodes into green screaming gas (which makes me fear the "Thrawn has a nightsister magic corpse army" rumor is more than a rumor)...So that my friends aren't dealing with plastic de-aged Anakin showing up in the world between worlds...

And honestly, I think we should care. We should care about consistency, and continuity, and not just letting Filoni run wild now that he has the keys to the castle. We should care about the fact that characters we love are being butchered, be it Ahsoka, Sabine, Hera, or inevitably Thrawn.

If this continues to be the precedent, which I would argue it has been since TBoBF and Kenobi, then none of these characters are ever going to act the same across the universe of shows. It will become the norm that every time someone shows up, they will be new, or they will look different because Disney is apparently skimping on practical effects, or they're mere existence will be anachronistic. All because Dave Filoni thought it would be cool.

Also the obligatory...

Where the fuck is Zeb? Where the fuck is Kallus? Where the fuck is Rex? If Hera is going rogue against orders to SAVE EZRA, why is the only backup she's bringing her 7? (6? I can't do math, I am too angry) year old son???? I get being too chickenshit to bring the Skywalker twins into this or apparently even mentioning Kanan, even if I resent it, but YOU PEOPLE BUILD A MODEL FOR ZEB. YOU SHOWED IF OFF IN MANDALORIAN. WHY HAS HE NOT BEEN HERE FROM DAY ONE?

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