#I hate down shots and dutch angles my god

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The shrub angst is real 😔

#this is a quick one I literally banged out in like a day #bc the other ones im doing SUCK /j #I hate down shots and dutch angles my god #my art #empires smp #empires smp fanart #empires screenshot reimagines #empires shubble #empires shrub #empires fwhip #fwhip #count fwhip #shrub berry #shubble #empires season 1 #empires season one #screenshot redraw

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I'm watching star trek voyager so I'm gonna put my thoughts below & keep adding onto it (yes I'm going from tng -> voy & skipping ds9 for now at least even though I feel like I'm missing out on context bc trekkies seem to hold ds9 as like the gold standard of star trek but I watched a couple episodes & I just couldnt dig it)

the relationship of kes & neelix is so bewildering to me like what does she see in him like hes not even a bad person but he's just a lot dumber than her & has that "where's my hug" type guy energy also he's like so old not even in a sugar daddy way just in a boomer way like doesn't kes's species only live 9 years

I hope tom paris goes through some character development because as of right now he's soooooo annoying like referring to chakotay as an "indian" all the time......ugh one would hope we wouldn't still be doing that in the 25th century also I knew from seeing online discourse that chakotay's writing is stereotypical in a well intentioned but still badly-aged way & it's not ruining the show for me but whenever he closes his eyes & the panflute music kicks in I just sigh deeply

the vidiians are fucking terrifying bruh its giving a cure for wellness

I HATE HISTORICAL REVISIONISM IM SORRY BUT IT WILL NEVER FEEL COMFORTABLE TO ME EVEN IF THEYRE DEAD. NOT THE MARK TWAIN RPF IN TNG NOT THE AMELIA EARHART RPF HERE IT JUST AINT RIGHT

OKAY MAYBE I WAS WRONG WHEN I SAID NEELIX ISNT W BAD GUY BC WHAT DO YOU MEAN KES IS A PREPUBESCENT 2 YEAR OLD

not the voyager defeating an alien by becoming submissive & breedable (of course the voyager has a blue plasma trail & pronouns....)

JANEWAY WANTS CHAKOTAYS DICK SO BAD PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER GIRL WHERES YOUR DECORUM

tuvoks hairline is so fascinating to me

not belanna being lowkey in love with chakotay too & then them showing his bare ass in the next episode....rick berman was on this man like a fat kid on a smartie

FUCK THE KAZON UGLYASS BEASTS

seska needs to be in jail bruh

I SWEAR TO GOD IVE WATCHED ENOUGH STAR TREK THAT I CAN TELL JUST BY THE CAMERA ANGLES WHEN AN EPISODE IS DIRECTED BY JONATHAN FRAKES LIKE HE'S ALWAYS DOING WEIRD DUTCH ANGLE TRACKING SHOTS & STUFF LIKE THAT

so I heard that threshold is like the worst episode in the entirely of star trek & after watching it I honestly dont think it's that bad like sure it's an implausible premise but it's not as bad as like code of honor or sub rosa

NOT BEEF BEING A Q....TWO OF MY WEIRD NERDY INTERESTS ARE OVERLAPPING ALSO THE CAST LIST OF THIS EPISODE SCARES & EXCITES ME. FUCK Q SEXIST ASS MOTHERFUCKER FIRST HE CREEPS ON THAT TEENAGE Q THEN HE KILLS ALYSSA OGAWAS BABY NOW HE SAYS WOMEN CANT BE CAPTAINS & SEXUALLY HARRASSES JANEWAY. DIE.

I always wonder how they get the alien makeup on babies like in this episode with the baby with horns on its head & that one episode of tng where they showed baby borg. also the concept of teleporting a baby out of the womb for an easier delivery is hilarious

tuvok & neelix toxic yaoi?

bruh if this episode is setting up the possibility of suder just letting out his violent impulses one last time & going scorched earth on the kazon & the doctor helping him by means of holographic skulduggery & then tom paris showing up with a cavalry of fucking talaxians to lay the smack down I'm gonna laugh so hard

TOM PARIS FINALLY STARTING TO REDEEM HIMSELF

THE PORTRAYAL OF 1990S EARTH IS SO FUCKING FUNNY TUVOK WEARING A DURAG TO COVER HIS EARS PLEASEEEEE

time travel episodes stress me out so much though like PLEASEEE put the tricorder away. not belanna & chakotay getting kidnapped by hillbillies omg the shots where the guy kicks chakotay & then belanna kicks the guy were edited so weirdly

starling reminds me so much of elon musk

is the alien possessing kes bisexual?

too bad q got to die of old age instead of janeway giving him the electric chair

janeway gettin her lara croft on we love that

why cant vulcans just jack off during pon farr like I thought hand stuff was their whole thing

this isnt voyager specific but shuttlecrafts should really have seatbelts like the amount of times people randomly get injured because turbulence throws them out of their seats....WE SOLVED THIS ISSUE 500 YEARS AGO

not tuvok building the Doohickey

why are they leaving harry unattended on a borg cube WHY DOES STARFLEET NOT MANDATE THE BUDDY SYSTEM HES JUSTA LITTLE GUY & NOW HE'S GOING TO GET ASSIMILATED

WHAT THE JESUS IS THAT

awww bless kes I knew she would leave & I was worried she would die but I'm glad she left on a lighter note

"welcome to the worst day of my life" hi my name is belanna dark'ness dementia raven torres (yes I know losing the warp core is serious but that line was giving "we live in a society")

DID HARRY & SEVEN HAVE SEX. BRUH

eugh I wrote in my other star trek thread that borg assimilation is one thing that just gives me such deep discomfort like even though the borg gradually become sort of overdone the concept of assimilation becomes increasingly terrifying regardless like seven's backstory just creeps me out so much like the concept of her parents just being these sort of rebellious scientists who thought they were gonna make some great discovery out in the delta quadrant (sidenote I hope it gets explained more how exactly they got out there like did they go through a wormhole too?) & just stumbling upon these unimaginable horrors that they had no chance of fight & having to watch as their naivete & hubris destroyed their childs life & everyone they previously knew had no idea where they went or what happened to them EUGH ITS SO CHILLING

wait how did they get the warp core back was I not paying attention

tuvok getting his gilf certificate in the mail we love to see it

species 8472 are terrifying even though the CGI is so low-poly

okay this is a pretty pointless criticism but it annoys me how all the female characters wear heeled boots & on that note the grey turtleneck under the uniforms looks so ugly like post-s3 TNG had the best looking uniforms & this isnt coming from a biased place just bc tng is my favourite (also the movie era uniforms that were red & had random white straps were SO UGLYYYY & DUMB LIKE HOW CAN YOU TELL ANYONES RANK OR DEPARTMENT IF THEYRE ALL RED)

I hate the way the borg queens spine swings around like a cat's tail

opening the episode with harry kim getting his tiddies sucked....ON PRIMETIME TV? IN THE 90S?

I just know that anti-alien-sex law got put into place because of riker

since like late season 3 I'm finally starting to understand why trekkies say janeway has sexual tension with literally everyone

a vulcan shedding a single tear when hearing an artificial lifeform perform a piece of classical music? NOW WHERE HAVE I SEEN THAT BEFORE......*taps chin pensively*

tuvok & neelix detoxified yaoi?

BARCLAY & TROI YASSS

NEVERMIND NOT BARCLAY BACK ON HIS HOLODECK BULLSHIT

not the space Irish again (also from what I've seen irish people are apparently really offended by the irish reunification of 2024 meme <\\\3)

if janeway were alive in 2024 she'd be on tumblr making posts like "I need to get sent to the seaside for my health"

I didnt expect the episode "virtuoso" to suddenly take such a resonant turn but in the age of generative ai it's strangely prophetic

the double whammy of seeing jeffrey combs & the rock as the guest stars in this episode

I got injured the other day & have been pretty much bedbound because of it & whenever a scene takes place in sickbay I think "spare dermal regenerator 🤲"

they bring back kes just to give her makeup that makes her look like Christopher Walken <\\\3

ugh I love troi shes such a queen

why does the borg queen look like this -> 🥺

honestly I'm kinda sad that I'm on the final season

poor tuvok man first he almost gets assimilated, then he gets mind controlled, now hes just trying to fuck but he's thwarted by political tensions

I kind of want to rewatch st: picard since I know seven's backstory now & have the context of the borg's decline like I saw trekkies saying janeway "handled them" but now I know the exact circumstances

omg I know chakotay & seven somehow end up together (at least for a while) when the show ends bc I've had so much of voyager spoiled (tbh that seems to the usual reason i watch shows, I get a bunch of it spoiled & then I'm like "but how do those dots connect") anyway that literally makes no sense bc I can't think of a time theyve ever interacted since seven became a character but like chakotay & janeway were RIGHT THERE THEYVE HAD TENSION SINCE SEASON 1 IM NOT EVEN A SHIPPER CAUSE IDC THAT MUCH BUT IT WAS RIGHT THERE (& I read the wikipedia page for each episode after I watch them cause idk I like learning behind the scenes stuff & in the "reception" section of each page theres always something like "fans were disappointed that janeway & chakotay did not bang like screen doors in this episode") LIKE THE FANS WANTED IT IT WAS A LOGICAL COURSE OF ACTION IT WAS SET UP SINCE SEASON 1 & THE WRITERS CHICKENED OUT. WHY THOUGH?

noooo belanna dont do eugenics ur so sexy aha

POOR TUVOK BRUH SEASON 7 IS JUST A YEAR OF TUVOK SUFFERING

THE DOCTOR MAKING PHANTOM OF THE OPERA REFERENCES....DID HE JUST BECOME MY FAVOURITE CHARACTER (even though he pronounces "fantome" entirely wrong)

"she's suffering from dysphoria syndrome" janeway trans?

I know this show was made in the late 90s/early 2000s but nothing hammers that point home like seeing the same exact fishing rod toy I had as a kid in this episode that aired a month after I was conceived

just when I thought the Q couldnt get more annoying....one of them is a teenage boy

NOT SOME WRITERS BARELY DISGUISED FOOT FETISH SEEPING IN.....I COULD NEVER BE AN ACTRESS

one thing that has never stopped annoying me is the fact that we literally see naomi wildman be born onscreen & then she goes from newborn -> 9 year old over the course of like 2 seasons

okay I finished it & I'll need more time to collect my thoughts but the basic idea is: I liked the show but I feel like there was lots of possibilities that went unexplored but one thing I especially liked is that unlike TNG (which is still my favourite trek) the female characters got storylines that didnt just revolve around interpersonal stuff (ie. family/romance) but actually got to use their specific skills

but now I'm rewatching the first couple episodes of because I honestly had no idea what was going on (I didn't even realize the doctor was a hologram until like halfway through season 1 & I didn't realize tuvok was spying on the maquis until like season 3) & one thing I have noticed is that NEELIX WAS SO FUCKING UNHINGED IN THE FIRST EPISODE LIKE HE COMES OFF LIKE HEATH LEDGER AS THE JOKER IN THAT SCENE WHERE HE VIDEOCALLS VOYAGER & STRUTTING AROUND THE TRANSPORT ROOM IN HIS PIMP COAT & ALL THE WATER STUFF LIKE WHO IS THIS MAN also belanna's makeup was so bad I'm sorry <\\\3

#motelpearl #star trek

[bylightofdawn]

So I don't know if I will emotionally, mentally or physically make i through episode 8 of Beyond Evil.

This episode has been a fucking EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER that has inflicted emotional damage on me.

Thoughts and spoiler cuts beneath the cut.

Oh my god everything with Kang Jin-muk makes my fucking skin crawl. The close up of him eating the noodles and the dutch angle just made it like 10,000 x more upsetting.

His smug smarmy and the taunting way he keeps trying to upset everyone and Dong-sik in particular. Just…OH MY GOD. Someone kill this man. He needs to die.

They fucking BROKE ME at the crematorium scene. Everything with that. Dong-sik needs a hug desperately. Someone give this man a hug and tell him it's going to be okay. Him torturing himself and imagining how he failed Kang Min-jeoeng in her final moments. The fucking shot of him standing on top of the place she was slowly suffocating to death right underneath him. The cinematography of that entire shot? Just mwah chef-kiss.

That is actual nightmare fuel personified there.

And then little Mr Sunshine Oh Ji-hoon just having a mental breakdown because he’s blaming himself for being there and not knowing she was in danger. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.

The emotional damage of this episode.

And then they go and give us unhinged Dong-sik just grinning like an absolute feral madman when he taunts Kang Jin-muk into strangling him? So help me if fanficcers aren’t writing some absolutely FILTHY Dong-sik getting off to breathplay smut I WILL BE SO DISAPPOINTED IN YOU.

I also love that Han Ju-won just fucking shut down because he oops caught feelings and can’t handle the fact he was willing to murder a man for daring to touch his little Meow Meow. This man is so emotionally constipated he can’t even.

My mans really needed to take an emotional sabbatical because he caught the fee-fees.

And then this fucking show has the AUDACITY to hand us the fertile AU of rent-boy Ju-won and Donk-sik being his client with Dong-sik AS ALWAYS flirting like crazy with him and asking him what kind of flower boy he would be.

HOW DARE YOU. I also love the entire restaurant scene and Han Ju-won trying to be the edgelord that he is who hates icky things like feelings and friendships. Whilst he is TURNING HIMSELF INSIDE OUT EMOTIONALLY for a dead hooker he used as bait just because he doesn’t want her to lay in a ice box for months on end unloved and unclaimed.

And our king Dong-sik just calling him out on his bullshit as always.

Also? I hate to tell you this boo but YOU are the clingy one in that relationship. You and your mancrush obsessing over Dong-sik which was so strong you moved to a whole new city just to try and ‘catch’ him. Uh huh. You keep telling yourself that, boyo.

And Jeong-je and his awful mother. Please tell me this poor damaged manchild is not still living at home because that sadly would explain a lot about his Peter Pan syndrome and why an adult man is wearing a hideous hair cut like his. Pfffffft He is a poster child for arrested development. And is so emotionally fragile but my mans has a lot of rage in him and I'll be interested to see where his story heads.

But then it has to end with them finding Jae-i’s mother and just…fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck all over again.

I am exhausted after every episode of this show. And cannot binge it all at once because it makes me feel too many things

#beyond evil #beyond evil spoilers #el watches #and apparently liveblogs her thoughts and feelings now I guess? #apologies to my SW peeps. You're just going to have to listen to me scream about trashy k-drama #Actually it's not trashy #the production value and cinematography are fucking top tier #the cameraperson on this show is just....chef kiss in their blocking and framing #and don't get me started on the actors

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hii I love your blogs sooo much you're really talented (I just needed to say it sorry) so straight to the point, I already made 2 requests to you and I really enjoyed your writing so I would like to make another again. As I'm clueless about what to request I'll just ask for random hcs for konoha 11, idk if it's too much but if so then you can do with Neji (I love him so much), Kakashi and Naruto. Thank you in advance and sorry anything ^^

RANDOM KONOHA 11 HEADCANONS!

FEATURING: naruto, sakura, shikamaru, ino, choji, neji, rock lee, tenten, kiba, hinata, and shino

WARNINGS: mentions alcohol, drugs, food, bugs, and the tiniest nsfw mention if you get the joke. hehe

A/N: AHHHH ANONN this seriously made my day, im so so glad you enjoy my work!! 💖

NARUTO

you know how we all have “the chair”, where we throw all of our dirty clothes onto?

yeah, imagine that, but from the seat to the fricking ceiling

its just a GINORMOUS MOUND of clothes, you wonder how he even goes through that many clothes so quickly???

definitely shoves it under his bed whenever guests come over (somehow)

holds chopsticks really weirdly. but it works.

asked tenten to put his hair into space buns to mimic his sexy jutsu and went around flirting with the village

jiraiya was so proud of him T-T

comes up with the WORST pickup lines

they’re so bad, its almost charming. almost

has gone AWOL multiple times, disappearing from everywhere, just everywhere

it scared you a little, so you searched the entire village for him

you finally found him sitting on the ledge of a cliff, gazing out at the vast sea

concerned and panicked, you cried out to ask him what was wrong

he turned to you with a crestfallen, devastated look on his face and said,

“i bought shrimp ramen instead of chicken ramen.”

you’ve never searched for him after his disappearance ever again.

SAKURA

100% makes origami shurikens and chucks them at you

they are deathly precise and deathly sharp. seriously, how are these not illegal weapons yet???

writes threatening motivational notes to herself on the mirror

“u got this!” “make sure to smack naruto today!” “ino sucks!”

her backpack would always be way too high up on her back. idk why but. it would

does her hair all nice and pretty before she goes out but once she arrives to her destination SHE KEEP. TAKING. IT OUT. and redoing it over and over and over again

like it’s impossible to make eye contact with her because she’s holding a bobby pin between her teeth while braiding her hair

her guilty pleasure would be hostess treats

ding dongs are her favorite. don’t ask me how i know, i just know.

eats the yellow starbursts just to spite naruto and all her haters

loves small lap dogs, she think’s they’re so cute and cuddly

but she especially loves chihuahuas

they’re so feisty and naruto HATES them, so of course she had to go and get one for herself

dresses the poor dog up in little bonnets and jackets and ties its tiny fuzzy hairs into pigtails

she and the chihuahua are not that much unlike <3

SHIKAMARU

this man is a god at shogi but he absolutely SUCKSSSS at cup pong.

is this an ick? idk. but he is absolute trash at this game.

it gets even worse when he’s got a couple drinks in him

tries to calculate the velocity and acceleration and angle and shit but his shot is always a good two feet off BYE 😭

just mutters an “aw, shit” before awaiting his turn again

hates checkers, loves chess

“checkers is for WUSSIES” - shikamaru nara

i said this in another post, but he is Very Good at whistling

like that’s his hidden talent

can copy any tune with the perfect pitch and rhythm

speaking of, he can do really cool tricks with his tongue

like making a four leaf clover, touching the bridge of his nose with it, flipping it upside down, you name it

he has slanted, scrawled handwriting, to the point where it’s almost illegible

wbk he cheats in school SO OFTEN. but he never gets caught. he’s not stupid, he just couldn’t care less about his classes.

thinks weed and e-cigs are stupid, cigarettes are where it’s at

you just can’t replicate the feeling of taking a drag from a cig after a long, tiring day

plus he looks hella cool while doing it B)

INO

teaches the boyz™️ how to braid their hair

like they all gather in a circle around this feisty fashionista and fail attempt to braid their hair

sakura was just fuming in the sidelines

“OI, INO-PIG, THAT’S A DUTCH BRAID, NOT A FRENCH BRAID!!”

yeah, ino 🙄

the only one that can actually do it is neji because a) this man is talented af and b) he’s got the long hairrr

ino probably envies his thick, sleek hair because hE’S a bOy

also asks everyone for their blood type and zodiac signs and tells them if they’re compatible with her or not

and definitely judges you for your sign 😣

“oh, you’re a gemini? hmm, what a shame...”

makes bouquets for her favorite people and kin assigns everyone a flower

only assigns the pretty nice ones to the people she likes (sorry sakura, you’re out of luck)

one of her favorite hobbies is crafting! she’s really good with details and small things so she loves making those miniature dollhouses and stuff

also really good at watercoloring. especially painting flowers and landscapes

also i feel like she would be really good at playing any instrument because of her skilled hands

can play a badass flute solo. period.

CHOJI

would honestly rather die than get anywhere NEAR an asparagus

he just thinks they’re so gross and bitter and NOT SALTY

he always eats his yakiniku a little bit undercooked because he’s way too impatient to wait for it to cook fully. who do you think he is??

whenever he cloud gazes with shikamaru, when asked what he thinks a cloud looks like, he just says some sort of food

“oi, choji, what does that one look like to you?”

“a... yakiniku grill... with... pineapple rings on it! ooh, and a wagyu steak right there!”

he thinks pringles are an abomination to society. where’s the crisp? where’s the grease? where’s the saltiness?!!!

asks ino to teach him how to do his hair all fancy and the two of them devote an entire day learning different hairstyles

it’s his new favorite thing to do now :D

he really likes crayons!!!!

like he’ll write with them, draw with them, color with them, do everything with them

he’s even tried to eat them. he said they tasted good.

definitely had the 128 crayon pack WITH THE BUILT-IN SHARPENER, and everyone thought he was the coolest kid in town

he ate it UP, he even scored some bbq dates with the ladies

i also feel like he loves basketball, and he has a MEAN slam dunk

like his vertical isn’t that high, but the man can REACH

he loves when people laugh at him when he challenges them to a 1v1 and then proceeds to absolutely destroy them <3

NEJI

he seems like a cucumber kind of guy.

just cucumber

like i feel like he puts it in everything; soba, salads, sandwiches, his face, yeah

it’s mellow and cool, just like him!

speaking of, i feel like he lives for spa days and facials

it just lets him be alone in his little cucumber scented world for an hour or two and he gets damn clear skin from it as well

seriously he has PERFECT skin. flawless. not a single blemish. his cheeks feel like baby butts they’re so smooth.

i feel like he’d be a god at solving rubik’s cubes, don’t ask me why

like if anyone scrambled theirs on accident they would just take it to neji and he’d solve it in the blink of an eye

CAT PERSON!!! loves the little meow meows

who are we kidding, neji basically is a cat; agile, aloof, does silly things without trying to, very cute

he just feels akin to the little fuzzballs and he thinks petting cats are extremely therapeutic. good for the soul

he is a golf man. he would take his juniors golfing and everyone thinks he’s uncool. cmon neji let them go to the skate park at least T-T

also very good at karaoke, definitely surprised everyone once he got a few drinks in him since he started serenading you

LIGHTWEIGHT!!! do not get more than one shot of alcohol in him. he will go berserk.

i also feel like he’d really love photography; not taking pictures of people, but of nature

he loves taking a quiet stroll through a pretty forest and snapping pictures of all the unique flora and fauna

it’s so serene ︶ ‿ ︶

ROCK LEE

100% milly rocks everywhere

gai got in on it too once he asked what lee was doing

“is that what all the youthful cool kids do these days!”

they also dab together. a lot

DO NOT BE SEEN WITH THESE TWO!!! you are not associated with them.

definitely is the one breakdancing in the middle of the dance circle at a high school party

he’s mad skilled at it too

headspins and windmills galore

challenged naruto to a dance-off and completely OBLITERATED him

lee then asked if naruto wanted a rematch, this time with one hand tied behind lee’s back

naruto obliged, and he STILL lost

RIP naruto and his fangirls, they all scrambled to lee afterwards T-T

i feel like his favorite subject is science

not the boring physics equations and laws and theories but the fun EXPERIMENTS

definitely has singed all of his hair off one time and he went to gai blubbering to help him grow back his precious hair

but he loves experimenting with different combinations and chemicals to get different reactions each time

created a potent love potion and carried it around with him all day one day

and it was actually working

girls were flocking to him left and right, staring at his lips and his face

he was so abashed at the sudden attention

heck, it even worked on sakura

“oi, lee-san!”

“hehe, yes, sakura-san?”

her eyes shifted downwards to his lips and his heart thumped harder

“hey... lee-san?”

“what is it?”

“you have something on your lip. we’ve been trying to tell you all day but you just winked and blew kisses at us.”

legend has it lee has still not recovered to this day.

TENTEN

has THE prettiest handwriting. and she can write SUPER fast

it’s like a superpower

like she transcribed five pages of a report in less than two minutes with perfect handwriting

naruto is so jealous.

she is also super good at origami! those diligent, accurate hands aren’t just for throwing things

taught sakura how to make shurikens but does NOT endorse any violent uses of them

she can replicate all of her weapons with paper and they can actually function, it’s so cool

made paper kunai knives one day and the wholeee village wanted to get their hands on them

i feel like she’d listen to mitski. idk i just get those vibes

LOVES BIG DOGS!! especially fluffy wuffy samoyeds

like man’s best friend?? no, GIRL’S BEST FRIEND!!

hugs and cuddles and squishes all the big dogs

she thinks small dogs are spawns of satan

sakura and her have definitely quarreled over this

but at the end of the day, all dogs are adorable fur babies, so she lets it slide :,)

KIBA

kiba always looks SO GOOD in photos you take of him, candid or not

like you could just whip out a camera and snap a photo of him at any given moment and he would look perfect

you framed a picture of him yelling at akamaru for peeing inside the house

it’s pure artwork

i feel like he tries to swagger around with his hands shoved in his pockets but it fails MISERABLY and the girls are wondering if he broke his leg or something 😭

kiba just walk normally. for the love of god please just walk normally.

he tries to slump back in his chair really low but one time he slouched way too low so he slipped off of his chair and onto the ground LMFAOOOO

he just wallowed there... in shame...

also.. he LOVES when the girls put makeup on him!!

he tries to act like he hates it. but it secretly gives him so much confidence

not to mention the girls hyping him up are a huge ego boost

okay the inside of his jacket hood is the warmest. thing. EVER!!!

seriously, no wonder this dude is so happy-go-lucky all the time, he’s living in literal heaven 24/7

it’s like you’re sleeping on a cloud inside a warm, cozy bed during a cold winter morning

10/10 would recommend letting him give you his sweatshirt when you’re chillin with a hair tie ❤️

HINATA

always smells like lavender soap. always

also has the cutest pencil pouches with little puppy faces and kawaii things

oH and she has those mini yoobi highlighters, she thinks they’re so cute (and functional!)

everyone flocks to her to try them out and marvel at the cute tiny highlighters

and they try to steal them from her but she doesn’t even stop them because she’s too timid to 😭

naruto goes BALLISTIC over them

she lets him have all of them <3

tennis girl!!! tennis girl.

all of her opponents always underestimate her because she’s so timid and shy and quiet

but she has a KILLER serve

and then she takes her opponents to the slaughterhouse with a complete shutout ;)

she’s really athletic believe it or not, she can beat most of the boys in a mile run and she has incredible endurance

i feel like she really loves velvet scrunchies

she just thinks they’re so pretty and they keep her hair soft so they’re cute and functional

also takes the PRETTIEST notes!!

color codes, dividers, headers, you name it, it’s all super readable too its insane

everyone asks her for her notes, not to study but just to appreciate the pure artwork that it is ^w^

SHINO

shino is SO easy to prank

“how do you catch an eyemaster?” *cue naruto and kiba snickering*

“eyemaster bait. that is because—”

even when everyone’s laughing their asses off, he still continues to explain his answer since he does NOT GET THE JOKE

tried his hand at writing haikus

here’s his best one so far:

“Bugs are amazing. That is because they are bugs. Bugs are very nice.” - Shino Aburame

VERY proud of it, since it took him weeks to perfect

praise it, pls

had one of those ant farms and bug-catching kits as a kid

and he would fill the kit TO THE BRIM. LIKE IT WAS HEAVY BECAUSE THERE WERE SO MANY BUGS.

he loves the little chitters of the different bugs

he had jars of different bugs all lined up on a wall shelf in his room

collects silkworms off of trees and sticks them into his pockets (no i definitely did not do this as a kid...)

HELP I FEEL LIKE he would record a timelapse of his ant farm growing and upload it to youtube with a movie maker title screen that says

“my ants”

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[badmoon--rising]

Magic Bullet

This is one of my FAVORITE episodes of season 1

Dutch angle shot to introduce Kate so that you know she’s fucked up and evil

I genuinely really like the “COME ON” thing that they repeat

Derek does parkour, like he knows actual parkour moves I literally love everything about this idiot he’s hilarious

Shot outta the sky like a fucking huge bird, poor guy

Stiles is on his way to ADHD academic burnout I feel it in my bones. Good luck in college o7

When I watched this episode with my little brother and we saw Derek walking down the school hallway woozy and dying from poison he was like “wow he realy hates high school huh” and it was the funniest fucking thing ever

LMAO SCOTT FAST BIKE RIDING 2 SECOND MONTAGE

Allison has so many fantastic subtle character moments in this episode it’s so good. The fact that she’s still unpacking after a month and is like “I’m taking my time” is really incheresting

Also for the record I’m gonna skip most of the make out/romance scenes bc I hate them personally LMAO

I do enjoy how much Derek and Stiles fucking hate each other immediately it’s a great dynamic. The dude is literally feverish and decaying in his car and Stiles couldn’t be more mad

Start the car....... or I’m gonna rip your throat out....................... with my teeth

THAT LINE IS LITERALLY EVERYTHING IT DESERVES ITS OWN BULLET POINT. THE WAY DEREK SPECIFIES THAT HE’LL USE HIS TEETH DEMOLISHES ME

Ughhhh one of my all time favorite Allison character moments, I made a whole other post about it I love her

Honestly, I think it would make the plot more impactful if Chris actually liked Scott...... I have a lot of thots on this

THERES A REALLY GOOD DELETED SCENE THAT COMES BEFORE THE FAMILY DINNER AND IM SO UPSET THEY DIDNT KEEP IT.......... idk I just like how fucked up the Argents are

“Hockey on grass.... is called.. field hockey” thank you so much for the insight Christopher

Oh my god the moon is in the fucking sky theyve been stuck in the car together since like 3pm it’s been like 5 or 6 hours???? God could you imagine Stiles rambling at the dude for 6 hours, he’d take so much psychic damage Stiles would kill him before the poison would, I love this show

Chris stop talking about werewolves in metaphors at a kid who you don’t even suspect to be a werewolf yet what’s wrong with you

OKAY IM SORRY I LOVE THEIR BANTER Derek, an entire werewolf, (slowly dying, yeah, but still a huge werewolf man) threatening to kill this toothpick of a guy and he’s just like “lmao yeah okay try it bitch” and then Derek trys it thank you teen wolf

YESSSS SCOTT HAVING HIS WOLFY FINGERNAIL GIRLBOSS MOMENT WHILE STILES PUNCHES DEREK IN THE FUCKING FACE AND HURTS HIS OWN HAND BC HES MADE OUT OF GLASS THIS EPISODE SLAPS SO HARD SHUT UUUPPPPP

Derek almost dying, hitting a 10 on the pain scale, and then immediately going back to hating Stiles. He’s everything

Scott the Argents weren’t nice to you what the fuck are you talking about

Uh oh there he is. the motherfucker himself. penis hale :/

The Kate fireplace scene isn’t subtle at all but I do enjoy it if only to watch her strike the match with her fingernail like a crazy person they genuinely do a good job of establishing her character pretty well in this one episode

#hrwtw #teen wolf #teen wolf liveblog #magic bullet #1x4 #teen wolf rewatch #I love this episode so much #treasure trove of character moments #teen wolf season 1 #cw long post #long post #text heavy

[the-awkward-outlaw]

Hey, could I send a request? Me and Arthur were told to go to Saint Denis by Dutch but my high bounty makes it hard to go through the streets. When a lawman starts walking down the alley we are in, Arthur's first idea was to make it look like there was 2 people making out so he didnt know who we were. Also could you maybe add some smut? Like we start just doing it in the alleyway. Thank you!!

Here you go, Anon! This one was kind of expiremental, but that’s what writing is for.

(I love his smile in this pic! Why is he so cute?)

Warnings: mentions of rape, smut

You’re nervous. How could you not be? Any moment, you could be arrested or shot. It helps to have the toughest gunslinger you know striding by your side, but still. He’s one man against an entire force of cops. You’re not worth him dying. 

Dutch had demanded you and Arthur come to Saint Denis to stake out a job about a river boat with a high stakes poker game. Normally he would have sent Trelawney out to find out about it, but God knows where that man is. Since Arthur will be the lead in the job, Dutch sent him to go find out about the boat. You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time when Dutch said Arthur might need someone to help. He looked over, saw you and volunteered your aid. 

You haven’t been in Saint Denis in years. Not after that incident. It’s not just because your face is probably still plastered on every main street in the city. It’s all the bad memories. How you were marked as the criminal when it was you who was wronged. 

Arthur must feel how tense you are as you walk beside him. He pats your shoulder. “You a’right? You seem nervous.”

“I am,” you say, your eyes darting all over the road. You asked him not to come down the main street of the city, but he said it was the quickest way to get to the rich end where information was likely to be for this job. 

Down the road, you spot a cop standing by the hotel, his arms crossed. You stop in your tracks and Arthur walks a few feet ahead before he notices you’re not beside him anymore. 

“What is it?” he asks. 

“I can’t be seen by the cops, Arthur, I told you. I… I did something years ago and it was bad enough that I know they’ll all be gunning for me if they find out I’m here.” 

“Damn it.” Arthur looks around, his mental gears turning. “A’right, come with me. We’ll take the alleys.” 

He leads you down the nearest one. Luckily no one is there. There’s plenty of trash lining the walls, crates and barrels lining the backs of shops. A bony cat shoots out from behind one of them as you pass by. 

“What did you do?” Arthur asks as you both walk. 

You sigh. No one knows your story, not because you’re ashamed but because you hate reliving the memories. But this is Arthur. He’s your best friend (and crush). You’ve been able to tell him anything without fear of judgment. 

“I used to live down here for a while, years ago,” you begin. “Just working jobs on my own. Anyways, I was coming down one of the alleyways following a lead and a cop followed me. I thought maybe he was onto me and I was gonna get busted, but I tried to play innocent. He caught me, but instead of arresting me, he… he assaulted me. I don’t think he even knew I was trying to rob some bastard.” 

“Assaulted you?” Arthur says. “How… oh. Y/N, I’m sorry.” He stops and looks at you. You stop too and look up at him, feeling like you might cry. 

“Me too. He didn’t get too far. I managed to pull out my gun and I shot him. Not well enough, he got up and ran away. He started screaming for the other officers, claiming he’d been trying to arrest me and I shot him. Of course, they all believed he was innocent and just doing his job, so they started trying to kill me. I fled, and I haven’t been back here since. I just know though that he told them all that I attacked him, that he did nothing wrong and now I’m labeled as a criminal who almost killed a cop. A criminal, yes, but I never killed anyone before then.” 

“Oh Y/N, I’m sorry,” Arthur says, his eyes soft. He puts a hand on your arm and before you can stop it, you’re hugging him. He wraps his arms around you and rests his cheek on your head. 

Arthur is the only person you hug. What you’re doing now isn’t entirely unusual. You’ve spent so much time alone with him, you know you can trust him. It took a long time to get here, mostly because of what that cop did. Arthur proved he was honorable in that he’d never even think about doing something like that to you. It didn’t take long for you to get a crush on him either, and you’re pretty sure he has one on you too. You’ve been meaning to test it out, but just haven’t found the right opportunity. 

Reluctantly, you pull yourself from his warm grasp. “Come on, we need to keep going,” you say, sniffing a bit. “The sooner we can get out of here, the better.” 

His scent lingers in your nose as you continue on down the alleyway, the flavor of leather, pine and tobacco. He walks a step ahead of you so he can make sure the way is clear for you. You’re tempted to grab his hand, but you resist. 

You approach an opening leading to the main street. Arthur looks down the way and suddenly grabs you, pushing you against the wall. 

“What? Arthur, stop push-”

“Cop’s coming,” he hisses in your ear. 

Your stomach plummets. “Arthur, if they find me, I’m-”

“I know. He’s too close, we can’t run, he’ll hear us. Let me think.” 

He pauses for a moment and then looks at you. “Kiss me. I know a lot of couples come down here to smooch. He won’t think any different of us.” 

Before you can point out you’re not a couple, he bends down and crashes his lips to yours. He’s hesitant at first, but when you wind your arms around his shoulders, brushing your fingers through his hair, he sighs and relaxes. He pushes you back against the wall, his hands still on the wall, trapping you. 

You can hear the officer walking past and you angle your face so that Arthur’s head blocks you from his view. Arthur continues to kiss you. He’s really playing it up, his tongue traces your lips and his hands go to your hips, pressing your body to his. God, you wish he was doing this for real. If he’s this good when he’s pretending, he must be incredible when it’s on purpose. You hear, over the sounds of your breathing and smooching, the officer tut to himself. 

“Hey you can’t be here,” he says, and you hear him take a step closer. You ramp up your kissing, making it even more fervent and loud. Arthur responds, hissing a bit when you bite his lower lip. The officer stops. “Eh, nevermind. Damn lovers, hotel ain’t too far.” He’s still muttering about the annoyances of the public indecencies of couples in love as he walks away. 

When his footsteps fade, you stop kissing Arthur and pull away, but you swear he leans his head in closer as if he wants to continue. 

“That was great acting on your part,” you say, a bit disappointed. His hands are still on your hips and he looks about as disappointed as you feel. Your bodies are still pressed together and you become suddenly aware of something hard pressing into your right hip. It’s coming from his pants. His eyes widen as he realizes what’s going on and you blush. 

“Shit,” he says, taking a step back and turning away, his hands going to his pants and his brow furrowing. You bite your lip. 

“Arthur, you weren’t pretending, were you?” you say.

He looks over at you, his cheeks pink. His face tells you that he wasn’t faking his pleasure. “Sorry, Y/N. Please don’t think I’m a predator or somethin’, or that I planned this.” 

He looks back down, clearly thinking himself disgusting. You take a step closer to him. 

“No, Arthur, I don’t find you creepy or predatory. If I’m being honest, I… I actually find it kind of thrilling.” 

He looks at you in confusion. You smile, biting your lip and take another step towards him. “Can… can I see it?” you ask. 

He straightens up a bit, raising his brow. Did you cross a line? Perhaps he really doesn’t feel for you that way. Just as you’re beginning to overthink things and try to come up with a way to apologize without sounding like a complete idiot, he turns his body to you and takes a step closer to you. He gently pushes you against the wall, one hand pinned next to your head. 

“You sure?” he asks softly. You nod, your breath picking up. You lean up and kiss him in response. He smiles against your lips. “Okay then. I ain’t never done this in public before.” 

“Me neither,” you admit. It’s kind of exciting though, except for the impending likelihood of another cop coming this way. 

Before you can change your mind, Arthur’s free hand goes down to his pants and unbuttons them. He slips his hard length out and you stare at it unashamedly. He’s wide and longer than some men you’ve seen, but not long enough to be intimidating. A large single vein runs down his shaft, ending at his swollen head, dark pink in color with a bit of purple. 

“Can I?” you ask, raising your hand to show you want to touch him. He smiles and leans in a bit closer. 

“Only if I can return the favor,” he growls in your ear. 

You shiver at the response but then grab him suddenly. He jumps a bit, but you’re gentle. You study his cock with your hand and then reach up to the top of his shirt with your other hand. You start unbuttoning it, wanting to see his chest. You’ve seen him shirtless once or twice when he was bathing during hunting trips, but you looked away quickly then, wanting to grant him privacy. Now you know he’ll let you see him.

You push away the fabric of his shirt, your other hand still on his cock and massaging him. He’s panting and you run your fingernails down his chest, stomach and wrap it around his length, both hands now working on him. As one hand pumps, the other gently traces the head, running over the slit. 

“Oh God,” he groans, tilting his head back. His cock twitches in your hand, the slit glistening. His hands raise up and go to your hips and he starts kissing your neck. It’s your turn to groan as your hands continue to massage him. He’s close, you can feel it in the firmness of his length and by the twitching of his hips. You run the tip of your nose from his jaw down his neck and then give him a lick. You’ve always wanted to lick his neck. One hand leaves his cock and runs over his chest, gliding through his hair. You can feel his heart pounding. 

He grunts suddenly and his cock jerks hard, his seed exploding from the tip. He makes sure to aim it at the ground. He gasps as the last of his stream leaves his length, the end dripping a bit. 

“Damn, sweetheart,” he pants. You smile and kiss his collarbone. He wraps his arms around you, pressing you close to his body. His lips crash to yours; he’s holding you so tight he’s almost crushing you. Not that you mind. “Let me return that, darlin’.” 

You nod, biting his lip again. Now your heart is pounding. He unbuttons your pants and slides a hand in. He groans again when he feels how soaked you are, but he’s gentle as he presses his fingers to you. You wrap a leg around his hips, giving him more room to work. He starts to rub your clit, sending jolts of electricity throughout your entire body. 

“Ah, Arthur,” you moan. His hand on your back presses you closer, his lips meeting yours again. His hand moves from your clit to your entrance, a finger sliding in and then another. You hiss a bit as he begins to pump his fingers. You suddenly want his cock in you instead, you imagine he can stretch your walls exactly the way you need. 

“Arthur,” you whine, your fingernails digging into his shoulder blades. “I want�� I need…” As you pant against the movement of his hand, he chuckles. He slides his hand out of your slit, making you wince. Just as he’s about to reach for his semi-hard cock, hopefully to work its way into you, you hear footsteps coming your way too late. 

“Hey!” a voice shouts. You open your eyes and stare right into the eyes of an officer. “You!” he shouts. 

Arthur stuffs himself back into his pants, grabs your hand and starts running down the alley, away from the officer. As you flee, you close your jeans and then mount your horse, ignoring the officer screaming at you to stop. You kick your horse into a gallop, ignoring the way your body screams that while the movement is right, there’s no penetration and no friction in the right places. 

Arthur runs behind you, his gun pointed up, but it’s clear he doesn’t want to use it. You leave the hollering officer behind you and you leave the city behind. 

When you’re in the clear, your horses breathing hard as they stand on the trail outside an old shack. Arthur looks at you and grins. 

“Sorry to cut that short, darlin’,” he grins. 

“Ah, ain’t your fault,” you say, adjusting yourself in the saddle. He must be able to tell you’re frustrated. 

“How about you and I head in that shack and finish things up?” 

You smile and dismount. “I’d be mad if you didn’t suggest that.” 

He takes your hand and leads you into the shack. You only feel slightly guilty that anyone passing the shack as the sun sets gets their ears assaulted as Arthur pleasures you late into the night.

#rdr2 fanfic #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan x reader smut #awkward asks

[poppythewitcher]

SPN hell binge Episode 1

Yippe kayay Mother Fuckers, Let’s do this! (edited in the morning or grammar)

Should I watch the recap?

Is that cheating?

I mean It’ll set up the season?

But it it cheating?

Like I’m supposed to get context like when you start a comic half way through

I’m gonna watch the recap just cause I know I won’t even understand that

Aw the cw logo, lets you know you’re getting into some shit

oooo decapitations

what how many of them are there

their voices don’t sound like I imagined

Fuck i kinda forgot Jeffery Dean Morgan was in this

You expect me to take these fuckers seriously where their father, the root of their daddy issues, is Denny fucking Duquette

I’m still confused who the fuck is Jack

I think he’s the antichrist

Listen the practical FXs tho

why is half the recap just a zombie fight

is this the beginning of the this episode or like the end of the last?

oh wait it was the last

listen I get continuity but the fucking font the credits are in makes me want to die

Gay angel can commune with the dead that’s nice

Why did they think that flimsy ass thing will hold the door

“He said welcome to the end what does that mean” the network is finally pulling the plug on this shit show

i love the casual discussion of smiting

I relate to dean in that I too have daddy issues and hate sky-daddy

Is Sam the only function one on this show?

Nope he let the zombies into the crypt

oooops the antichrist is awake

oh its a demon not the antichrist

demon with fashion sense

a demon talking about being a demon the way I talk about working at Starbucks

I like how Sam’s like yeah Cas, give your blood to the minimum wage demon who just met that is currently inhabiting the body of some kid we all really cared about

Nothing could go wrong with that

wait what that fucking worked

how did the minimum wage demon fix God’s mess

okay random teens because horror tropes of violence against young “stupid” women who are just enjoying their lives because it’s easier to enjoy the thing when the male gaze and patriarchal culture not only fetishizes violence against women but it makes the horror easier to watch because it’s not as scary when the victim is a vapid and brainless teenage girl, thus making the male viewer feel secure because his ego tells him that he is stronger and smarter than these weak female and therefore would not fall victim to the monster even though that makes no sense in this context when their main demographic is gen-z girls,gay and theys.

also who gave the camera to the guy with hand tremor what was that shaking

When you have to kill a character but the actor still needs to pay the bills

are they literally just gonna spend the whole season tracking down runaway ghosts this is gonna be worse than I thought

Like is that really Jensen Ackles’s voice is doesn’t sound real

ooo spooky car crash

Wait woman in white wasn’t that the fucking pilot i watched that

oh god really all the fucking monsters of the week are back fuck me what have I gotten myself into

Why is this show trying to be a fucking 80s horror movie now we have a poor housewife and her daughter being haunted by ghosts really

and its not just that its the cinematography and the lighting like the whole fucking mise en scen

its a fun aesthteic but goddamn did they really milk 15 season out of this shit? did anyone actually watch after season 12?

motherfucker a killer clown wow

Like I feel like they’re making they’re voices deeper on purpose

I’m sorry what in the living fuck is this dumb ass FBI shirt that Sam is wearing that does not look real you are not fooling anyone honey has this really been your shtick for 15 fucking years and you look like THAT holy fucking hell it genuinely looks like the costume department is barely trying

Mr. Trench coat honestly looks more believable

wait is minimum wage demon a neanderthal

And he;s hitting on one half or the queer baiting wonder twins great

Minimum wage demon: “who was he”

me: “wouldn’t we all like to know”

I mean me. I would like to know thank you minimum wage demon for getting me this info

So he’s they’re kid that’s nice

Wait

So the queer baiting wonder twins had a FUCKING CHILD TOGETHER

holy fuck they weren’t kidding this really is hell

the blood stains are really good like a little bright for being old dried blood but still the practical FX slaps and I’m already starting to think that’s the show’s one redeeming quality

That child is defffffff possessed

This thing is giving me flashbacks to early quarantine when my ex made me watch killer klowns for outer space on Netflix party would not reccomend

I mean I wouldn’t reccomend this either but

Who’s Rowena

Why is the angle that low and harsh on the minimum wage demon being a fan boy like really why

Why is it a dutch too

I just want to talk to the cinematographer and see if he’s okay

Like It went to a stand eye level over the shoulder and then nack to the super harsh low dutch what’s going on

Also Who’s Micheal

Like Micheal the angel?

Is Micheal an angel? idk

why does Cas readily hand out the info that he’s an angel

Sam shot god and honestly fucking mood

is it just Sam or does every one get fucked up if they try to hurt sky-daddy cause that’s kind of a dick move

I feel like I’m supposed to recognize the MILF in white but I haven’t seen the show so IDK

What’s with the whole human sacrifice heart thing like is that standard here

I thought they were going door to door they literally only went to the one house

the killer klown from outer space is back and he has friends

I love how Cas is just like offend and exasperated over being shot

and then just fucking La Llorona makes an appearance

are the spell in fucking Latin on this show

this is why I’m a Witcher stan like at least Sapkowski’s creative an used a different dying language

why does Sam have to stay be hind like in theory they could just sprint

and he picked up the kid he’s like the one functional one here

Sam just told the killer klown from outer space to shut up and honestly same

I have 5 minutes left and it feel like it’s been an eternity

how many times have they been uncomfortably thanked by a little girl on this show cause I feel like the answer is too many

Why is the pie man such a bitch to his husband like way to press against the whole queer baiting wonder twins thing we get it you’re uncomfortable with your character’s repressed bisexuality please maybe chill you made the gay angel sad

even the minimum wage demon gets it

that looks infected

oh yeah dean’s oldest daughter syndrome is back that’s nice

I feel like I see the appeal of this show and how it could be good but then it went to hell

Wait are they actually god now what the fuck

like is this whole season just some Nietzsche bullshit okay

why does dean say just you and me? You also have a gay angel and a minimum wage demon

Final thoughts: I’m going to bed. I’ll do more tomorrow. This really is a dumpster fire. What have I gotten myself into

#Supernatural Hell Binge #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #destiel #supernatural #spn #spn 15x01 #oh my god what have I done #winchesters #dean #sam #cas #why'd you make the gay angel cry

[strainingfororiginality]

Chapter 11.5 - Sacrifice

Note from Author: If you are a fan of Ozryel, you’ll enjoy the next chapter.

Disturbia (Rihanna Cover) - Kina Grannis

Nothing heard, nothing said

Can't even speak about it

All my life on my head

Don't want to think about it

Feels like I'm going insane

She was definitely getting better. Taking a deep step away from the canvas, she tapped her lower lip and surveyed the creation from side to side. Setting the paint brush down, she tilted her head from left to right as her eyes crawled over every single detail. Over the defined muscle tone of the torso, over the curve of skull, over the jaw line.

She didn’t mean to paint this again. She had stared off wanting to follow the tutorial in the YouTube video she was watching. They instructed, in great detail, how to paint a ballerina. She fucking hated ballerinas.

Hmmm. And this … this was definitely not a ballerina. She smiled but as she continued to stare at the strange figure she painted, she grew solemn and plucked the canvas from the easel and walked to the others leaning conspicuously against the wall. She turned it around so she couldn’t see the image and leaned it against the rest.

No. Stop this. It’s weird and stupid.

She turned back to the now-empty easel and thought about starting again, but opted for another glass of wine and re-visiting the balcony. The frigid wind assaulted her face and she walked to the spot she always did, running her fingers across the ‘X’ in the railing as she stared out across the city, urging herself not to look down.

Don’t. Don’t do it. Don’t fucking do it.

But even as she said it, her eyes betrayed her instruction and she looked down into the blackness below her. She gulped and her hands trembled, but even so … something felt close. Something pierced through that blackness and she teared up, her heart leapt at the feeling of it as, yet again, the wind hit her.

What was it? What was leaking through that thing below her? What was creeping through it? What was distracting her from everything here? She should go back inside. She shouldn’t come out here again. She should focus on the present and now. Yesterday is dead. In fact, she snorted at the thought, yesterday is deader than it has ever been, but, she looked down, and again, felt it. With every fiber of her damned being, she felt it.

Something was coming. It felt almost like a promise. It was powerful and fierce; unrelenting and unabashed; determined and stubborn. It was …

Hope.

The Rookie - The Chainsmokers

"I’m here! Who wishes to be first?!"

Even Quinlan froze. His breath trapped in his chest, refusing to escape as he wondered what might possibly happen next. He rarely felt nervous, but as the everything and everyone came to a stop to gaze upon the … Angels, his skin felt a prickling of sweet apprehension before all hell broke loose. Ozryel bellowed her challenge and the US Army met it, with furious and regrettable intent.

First, the snipers popped in the distance and bullets approached her from multiple angles. Her arms fell to her sides. Her eyes closed slowly. Her chest expanded as she took a deep and powerful breath in and held it, biting her lower lip.

Second, the Abrams’ were moving their barrels. Their targeting was being shifted from Quinlan’s location to that of the Hayyoth.

Third, further humming could be heard approaching from the distance.

There was a most delicate tremble in her hands and it was obvious she was expending an incredible amount of concentration on whatever was about to happen. Everything around her stopped. The dust particles, the smoke, the wind, all halted and remained still in a ten foot radius from her and as the dozen bullets breached this invisible wall, they slowed, coming to a halt in the air and hovering quietly before her. When she opened her red eyes, her iris glowed brightly, shining with crimson light. Reaching up, she plucked the one closest to her out of the air, the one directly in front of her face and she smiled gloriously at the object. "Silvered bullets?" Her chuckle was both terrifying and satisfying. “Oh my poor children … did you think you would be fighting strigoi today?” She dropped the bullet and wiped her fingers off on her armour. “How … quaint.”

As the embered glow faded from her eyes and they returned to their normal dull, everything around her moved again and the remaining bullets simply dropped to the ground.

That. Quinlan swallowed hard. That was The Power of Creation. She was controlling the Earthly molecules around her on an atomic level.

"You’re going to have to try quite a bit harder than that, I’m afraid."

His distraction was absolute and he failed to stop his prisoner from escaping. The Agent bounded down the runway, fleeing towards the next barrage of moving vehicles, still holding his new stump to his chest as he screamed at the top of his lungs. "TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT!" He was useless to Quinlan now, so he allowed the man his freedom.

"Really?!? You can’t be serious!" She bellowed after Smith/Johnson in disbelief. “You have just witnessed what a tiny shard of my blade is capable of! Are you really that eager to taste its full power?!”

Almost in perfect response to her question, the vehicle-mounted 50 calibers began to unload from all around and the snipers began to pop in the distance again. The Hayyoths reacted instantly.

Dibs on the cowards.

Michael moved towards the snipers and as he half-ran, half-flew off into the distance. As he moved, he cut into the ground, leaving a path of destroyed earth and dirt billowing behind in his wake.

She contested immediately, but her brother had already covered half the distance to them. "No! Dammit! Unfair!" She shouted after him, sidestepping the bullets that aimed to penetrate her. “I wanted them! Bollocks.” As if on perfect cue, Quinlan heard an artillery shell being slid into the barrel of the left most Abrams and Ozryel turned, her grin returning as she mused quietly to herself. “Eh, I suppose you’ll do.”

She darted towards the row of tanks and Quinlan was at first confused by what he saw. As she ran, with each incredibly fast step, she swung the celestial blade, alternating left and right, striking it hard against the ground on either side of her. At first, he assumed it was a childish show of agitation until he began to hear the vibrations building in the blade.

Good gods. She was … she was charging it. Striking it with the full power of her strength and allowing the blade to absorb the kinetic energy from each of the hits. He looked down at his own weapon and and regretted not getting proper instruction from Barqan when he had the chance.

Speaking of the Djinn king, Quinlan turned to survey his whereabouts. No longer the main target of the soldiers, he began to ram his body against and thrust his horns into everything around him, overturning all that was engaging him.

He might have watched further but the very distinguishable sound of an artillery shell being shot out of the barrel rocked his attention back to the tanks and Ozryel had already cleared the distance to them. She leapt into the air, bringing the sword above her head with both hands. Her trajectory arched up and then down towards the barrell and she cut it perfectly in half. The projectile was still thundering through its shaft when it met the edge of her blade. Metal bent and curled away from her fury as she continued to cut through to the end of the barrel, gracefully landing with each of her feet between either side of the driver’s hatch.

The charge that she had built within the blade was released with the savage strike and as it carried through, it sliced the entire back two-thirds of the tank in half. It all happened in an instant and she waited as the metal of the iron beast creaked and cracked ominously and then each half fell away from the other and the tank split open before her, its occupants clambering out and madly running for freedom.

Grinning as always, she tapped the tip of blade on the hatch door, where Quinlan knew the driver was still hiding and it popped open. She stepped to the side of it and waved its occupant out, flicking her chin to the left. He climbed free and she watched as he tried to scramble away from her as fast as possible and she purposefully tripped him as he darted to jump down, sending him crashing to the ground on his shoulder.

"Ooops. Sorry! Sorry!!!" She lied, chuckling as he got to his feet and she permitted him to escape. The other gun stations on the remaining three tanks were manned and they opened fire on her. Bad decision. Now they had her full attention.

They all watched in silent awe until Fet finally said something. He said what most of them were already thinking, and no one really knew how to feel about it. No one really knew what to make of it.

"Did ya guys see dat shit. She just cut dat tank in half. Wait, is dat …" The Ukrainian pointed, shaking his head over his own words. “Nah. Nah … Is dat … da Mast--”

"No fucking way man." Dutch refused. “Nuh-uh. Nope.”

"Mein …" Thomas stuttered and his voice cracked, watching the tall and slender white-haired Archangel continue to spit threats at the entire United States Army as she waved around a silver sword, egging them all on madly. “Mein … Meister?”

"Fuck." Dutch stood, invigorated with purpose and courage. “That one there. Bring it here. Quickly now!” She pointed to the pelican cases, barking an order at Gus, who was crouched closest to them. “Get your toy too, love. Can’t let them have all the fun, can we?”

"They said to stay down!" George pressed, but she was opening the case and Gus was moving to open one of the others. His toy? Ah shit. “What are you doing?” George pushed and she flipped the top open, beginning to turn equipment, a crazy grin painted on her face.

"I’m gonna cut the head off the snake." She purred at her equipment as it booted up. “I ain’t gettin’ nicked again.”

"What does that mean?" Jacks asked, his eyes flew wide as Gus began to piece together a large and complex sniper rifle from his case. Holy shit.

"It means …" She began typing frantically on the keyboard within and signals began to dance across the tiny screen. Military radio chatter played out of the speakers and her grin only grew wider. “Gotcha, you wankers. Let’s see how you like being jammed.”

It was quieter now. Some of the large caliber rounds that fired in the far distance had even stopped and he could hear the faint screams of terror closely following cries of agony as bones broke. Michael was apparently not in the same forgiving mood as Ozryel seemed to be. Then it was even quieter as no distant gunshots were heard.

Why are you just standing there?

She reached out to him. Wait … Had he really just been standing there … gawking?! Yes. Yes he had.

Stop gawking and clear the damn runway, Pale Child! Or do you wish me to carry you all the way to Siberia?

Sliding his sword very gently back into its sheath, he jumped into action instantly as the thought of her carrying him was absolutely unacceptable. He had no doubts she would attempt to coddle him like a baby should that situation occur.

The vehicles parked before the jet were deserted. He had already flipped one out of the way, and that left only two other black SUVs. As he began to pull them away, he glimpsed Michael returning, joining Ozryel in smashing the tanks until the first drone strike was launched from above. The Angel clearly heard it before Quinlan did and he was airborne and out of sight to meet the incoming missile head on.

Disturbia - Rihanna

It's a thief in the night

To come and grab you

It can creep up inside you

And consume you

A disease of the mind

It can control you

It's too close for comfort

The drone slammed into the grassy knoll between the asphalt paths, cratering into and smashing across the dirt. Michael landed hard next to the smoking object, the impact brought him to a knee before he huffed back to his feet and he was upon the final tank. Its top was swiveling to target Oz, who was ripping another one apart with her bare hands, crushing the weaponry before plucking the humans from their hatches and tossing them to the ground below.

Michael took a deep stance on the front of the tank and began to bend the main barrell up and over itself in a curve. The metal creaked as it gave way to his angelic strength, but he struggled. Oh gods, he struggled and his muscles flexed with the effort. This should have been an easy thing for him to do. It should have required little effort, if any at all.

Entirely unaware of the disablement of their main cannon, the men within attempted to fire and the explosion that erupted within the belly of the tank was substantial. He was expecting it, but he was entirely unable to stop it and the force still sent him flying back, tumbling and rolling across the ground like a rag doll.

"Michael!" Ozryel shouted his actual name, leaving her partially destroyed tank behind as she sprinted to his resting location, bending to him. “What is wrong with you?”

"I …" He could continue to deny it. He could assure her, but it didn’t matter. She knew him. Better than anyone, in fact, and he accepted, up to this point, she had been allowing him discretion. “I don’t know, Oz. Something’s … ” He held a hand to his chest as he struggled to catch his breath. “Something’s wrong.”

"Lot’s of things are wrong right now, brother." She pulled him to his feet, as he faltered and she bolstered. “You need to be more specific please.”

"I’m not ... recharging, Oz." His divinity wasn’t returning. Since the Chamber of Rebirth, his power had been draining. She braced him, as he stumbled, she reinforced.

"Is this …" He choked. “Is this what it feels like to fall, brother?” Simply asking the question pained him. He didn’t really wish to know the answer, as he had been certain this was the cause. “Has Father entirely forsaken me?” He doubted and she reassured.

"What?!? Don’t be absurd." She shook her head, reaching up and putting a hand on either side of his head as she reached into him. She wanted to feel for his pool. She wanted to know if what her brother was saying was accurate but in the unusual darkness of his divine soul, she saw no light, until there was light everywhere. White, gold, amber, indigo and green and she heard his voice.

Oh ... Ozryel. Ozryel. Oz.

She tried to retreat, to back out of Michael’s mind but she found herself powerless against his light.

Ozryel, how I have missed you, dear brother …

He reached for her and she pulled herself free, both psychically as well as physically, staggering away from him as she did. Bending over to catch her breath, she struggled to speak. His voice lingered through several more sinister words as the connection faded.

Don’t worry. I’ll see you soon.

"Ooof." She stood up straight, cracking her neck as she calmed her heart. “That was a terrible idea. Do NOT let me do that again.”

"Oz?" Michael’s voice trembled. “What is it? What did you see?”

"It’s that little cock sucker brother of ours. No. You aren’t falling, brother." She reached for him again, grabbing his arms with her talon-like hands as she pulled him close. “He’s draining you. Taking your divinity as you are creating it.”

"What?" Michael refused. “No. That’s not possible. That’s--”

"Trust me, Golden One. I have had him in my mind. I am well aware of what he is capable of." Goosebumps trailed across her skin as the recollection of her own fall from grace flashed across her mind. “Your child is connected to you and he is connected to her. He is taking from you, through her.”

Relief washed over Michael’s brow for a moment, realizing his previous statement to be false but concern soon returned as he realized the implications of it. "But … What does that mean? What does that imply? Is she--"

"It means we should not dally further." She tightened her grip on his arms and her eyes began to spark with red lightning first. “I apologize. This will be incredibly unpleasant.”

Michael screamed in both shock and agony as she charged him with her own divinity without any notice.

The Enemy - Genevieve

Don't wanna be the picture I'm not part of the show Not gonna play along And act like I don’t know There's no hiding in the future No promises we owe You'll never have to lie to me I'll never be the enemy

Every time he had to sprint through the pulse, Uriel cringed, but persevered, as always. He flew fast and hard, following the rings to their origin. As he approached Old Rome, he squinted from high in the sky, pinpointing the very center of it. It was coming from a courtyard. All the souls bustled around, unaware of the affect the being was emanating.

He landed quietly behind her and took two steps towards the seemingly human woman, who sat at the small metal table outside. She took a drink of her cappuccino, set it down as she folded her newspaper and spoke to him.

"Hello, Uriel."

All the hair on his body pricked as her tone was both calm and relieved. He had been completely silent in his approach, but he knew, with her, it didn’t matter. She simply already knew he would come. She always knew.

"Sister." The title was honorary. She wasn’t like them. She never was. As he came around the table, he gazed upon her human form for only a brief moment as she finally released it. The skin, which had been humanly warm, changed to a light and dull gray. Much like the Djinn royalty, Sandalphon had been born covered in glyphs, but unlike the Marid, her glyphs moved and rotated, shifting around each other like the gears of a clock. While her hair remained the rich, dark brown, her irises deepened to an intense and saturated blue. Her nose and ears faded away and she waved a hand towards the empty chair across from her.

"Do have a seat, please." She smiled. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

"It’s been …" He pulled the chair out and sat down. “ It’s been a long time, Andy.”

"You’re not wrong there." She laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. “In fact … Much longer for me than you could even imagine, brother.”

"What am I aimin’ for?!" Gus called from his position on his belly in front of the open plane door. Much to George’s continued dismay, the Boxer exposed himself courageously as he squinted through the viewfinder of the expensive weapon.

"Start with the Radar." She replied and he looked back, giving her the most annoyed expression he could manage. Rolling her eyes, she spun her fingers in an exaggerated circle. “Oh good lord! The spinny one! SHOOT THE SPINNY ONE.”

"You coulda just said that." He retorted and looked back across to the direction he was targeting. Adjusting the dials on the scope, the top of the Control Tower came sharply into focus and he moved the weapon to the spinny one. Aiming for the base, he was grateful for the lack of wind and he squeezed the trigger gently. Not much happened and he unloaded more rounds into the mechanism until it toppled over and stopped spinning. “Next?”

"Go for the dishes." She instructed.

"Which one?"

"All of them." She cackled.

"It’s clear!" Jacks screamed from the cockpit. He had watched the dhampir drag the vehicles out of their path.

"Ok, you guys are up." George waved the pilots over. “Move it!” Their reluctance required him to physically pull them up as he ushered them to the controls and Gus began to unload more bullets into the communication gear on the tower. “Get it started!”

"Hey…" Someone was tapping George on the shoulder and he spun to see a big grin on the Ukrainian face as he offered a grenade to George. “You think you, or da strigoi, got the better arm?”

The runway was clear and Quinlan brushed his gloves together to rid himself of the dirt from the tires when Michael screamed in the distance, Ozryel barked orders at him again, and gunfire erupted from within the plane.

What in the ...

"Into the plane! Chop, chop, children!" She was clapping at him for his attention as the pair of blackhawk choppers approached from the South and the next wave of military assault began to barrell towards them from all directions. “Quickly now! Move your pitiful little arses!”

Wait. Children? Quinlan jumped suddenly as Barqan was standing beside him and he had no idea how long he had been there. The Marid was back to his human form and moved as silently as smoke. Being surprised was something Quinlan had not felt since he was quite young and he glared at the Black King. As the blackhawks approached from the South, they barreled towards the angels and Quinlan turned to the plane, following her instruction as they opened fire on the Hayyoth.

Ozryel stepped in front, shielding her other, whose skin danced with subtle red fire now, from the high caliber rounds. They hit and sparked against her armour. The other chopper took a position on the other side and began to unload. Quinlan took a step forward, but Barqan gripped his arm and they watched as the Angel of Death retaliated without mercy.

She was already moving, taking several large strides back towards the partially destroyed tank and the gunfire followed her. She was laughing? In fact, she was snorting wildly as she gripped the mechanism that housed the treads on the left side of the tank, her talons pinching deeply into the metal and she spun her body, torquing it back towards her assailants. The movement was graceful and she hurled the metal beast into the air, hitting one chopper and sending both crashing into each other. She was still snorting as they both fell to the ground.

Oh … gods.

Quinlan might have gawked longer, but the plane engines began to hum behind them and Barqan pulled him along, urging him into the plane as vehicles approached on either side again.

Damnation.

As he approached the plane, the ground fell away and Quinlan realized he was in the air, the smoke carrying him and setting him into the doorway as the Djinn in front of him.

The dhampir stepped over the Boxer and headed towards the cockpit. Bending over the pilot, he looked out the window at the approaching vehicles and hissed in discontent. More armoured SUVs. They were hoping to barricade them in.

Quinlan’s eyes swept the other runways. He noted a better option, pointing across the grass. "Laggiù. Quello."

The pilot compiled and the plane lurched forward and turned to the right, bumping over the grassy field as they attempted an escape from the approaching military. Turning left onto the clear path, the pilot uttered a small prayer and pushed the throttle forward.

Stay with the plane.

She commanded Michael as she took to the sky, pulling her blade and heading for the incoming third chopper. This one wasn’t meant as an assault, but she could see it was landing to pick someone up.

Jesus, Oz. The plane isn’t import--

Unless you want to carry Quintus to Russia, stay with that goddamn plane.

Oz--

Get them a good distance away. I will catch up.

He grunted, moving to protect the moving aircraft from the second barrage of soldiers. Even at the speed of sound, it would take them over seventeen hours to get to Baikal and he was unsure if he was even capable of flying that distance himself in his current state.

More shots echoed and they were met with cross fire from Gus, still wielding his massive gun, still laying bravely on his belly at the door while struggling to target the shooters as the plane rocked back and forth. Explosions hit the cars as George and Thomas took turns chucking grenades that Fet eagerly provided from his own precious pelican case.

"Boom." The Ukrainian laughed each and every time.

But it wasn’t enough and Quinlan turned back to the door, pulling his sword out again, planning to assault the caravan by jumping onto the closest trailing lead SUV.

Don’t you dare get back out of that fucking plane, you little shit. I’m not carrying you.

Quinlan cringed. Damnation. No one was going to carry him anywhere! He heard Michael’s voice, ripe with annoyance, as always, but he had no idea where the angel was until the golden knight flew into sight from the side, picking up speed and overtaking the front SUV, pacing it as he looked within, smirking at the driver, his wings high and curved above him as he glided.

Close the door. I got this.

Quinlan hesitated, but Michael pulled his shoulder in and rammed the side of the vehicle once, then twice, sending it into a savage roll out of sight and then he targeted the next ones. Quinlan complied and reached out, pulling the door shut, even through Gus’ and George’s very vocal protests.

"SEAT BELTS!" The dhampir commanded, waving a finger at everyone as they lurched left and right with the jostling. “We are going ... right now.” The dhampir turned, sprinting back to the cockpit, but he found the pilot was pulling the throttle back.

Punch it.

"Non fermarti!" Quinlan screamed at the pilot.

"Non possiamo decollare! Non c'è spazio!" The man pointed at the barricade of vehicles clogging the runway ahead of them. Damnation. These soldiers were like cockroaches.

"Non fermarti." Quinlan bent forward and sneered, pushing the throttle with his hand, even as the pilot protested and tried to fight him. It was half-command, half-threat.

She heard the voices of the man barking orders from within the barricade in front of the plane. "Target the wheels! Take out an engine! Disable that plane any way you can! We want them alive!" The gunmen aimed and Ozryel surveyed the scene. Michael was taking out the cars that trailed them from behind, but there was no protection from the front. She could sprint, but she wouldn’t be fast enough.

There was too much distance and she closed her eyes as her heart broke in half. Her grin faded as she gazed upon the man within her reach and her mind washed over all of his memories. All of his life. All of his loves and hates and accomplishments and failures. Everything that made him unique and beautiful and alive. She had planned to just toss him to the side so she could get to the fool he was protecting, but …

"I am … so sorry ... my child." Her tone shook with tormented agony and she embraced, yet again, what she had always been … all of her long existence: God’s Unrelenting and Merciless Right Hand. As she pushed the blade into the meat of his chest and it pierced his heart so the weapon could absorb the power of his soul, she brought her forehead against his, tears streaming down her striped and pale face. “David Benjamin … I will remember you.”

And she would because she always had. Each and every time she closed her eyes, she saw their beautiful faces. All of them. She remembered all of them. Each and every soul. And Ozryel was angry now, over what they … over what the Rainbow Child ... had forced her hand to do yet again. As she turned and unleashed the blade’s power, sending the wave of force towards the barricade, she screamed as loud as she could, her voice cracking in pure torment as she wept.

Faster, boy! FASTER!

"NO! È un suicidio!" The man resisted for the last time and Quinlan grabbed his shirt collar from the back, pulling the pilot directly up and over the back of the seat. He slid into the open chair and pushed the throttle forward fully. He hadn’t flown a plane for quite some time, but the memories rushed back to him immediately.

"Santa merda! Stiamo per morire!" The co-pilot screamed and Quinlan grinned madly as they picked up incredible speed. The pilot was quite right. There’s no way they had enough room to take off and Quinlan almost felt like he was playing chicken with the military.

It’s about to get bumpy.

"Brace yourselves!" Quinlan relayed the warning to everyone behind him and when he was certain they were going to slam into the vehicles head on, something hit the bottom of the plane, jostling everything within at the same moment something incredible struck the SUVs from the side. He couldn’t discern its origin from the cockpit’s view, but he knew it was her. The force of the blast was reminiscent of what his sword had done to the Abrams, but this was far more powerful. And, just like his strike, it ripped across the ground, tearing up dirt and asphalt as everything and everyone in its path was blown back with the explosion.

"Ah shit!!!" He could hear Fet’s concern from behind. “What da fuck is--”

The metal of the plane creaked and the ground lifted away as their front wheel clipped the very top of the debris left in their path.

Yeah yeah yeah - Radio Edit

Find me a man, who will do me right

And keep me singing all through the night

Can you find me a man, who will love me good

And I be loving now, and I be love you singing

She watched as her brother flipped in mid air, pressing his belly against that of the plane. His wings didn’t have much room, but they were still a flurry of motion, cutting through the air and flapping with large graceful strokes as his muscles flexed and he heaved the plane up off the ground. He continued to push until the plane’s engine took over.

Both soared into the sky and when they were far enough away, Ozryel took a deep breath before she wailed wickedly into the sky. This time, her scream wasn’t out of anger. This time, it was strategic. She needed to wait for them to get far enough away, otherwise it would have crippled their plane.

Her face changed as the volume of her cry grew. Her features became serpentine and she sheathed her dangerous weapon. As her psychic attack hit the soldiers around, all of the glass shattered, every new soul present dropped to unconsciousness. A few of the old souls still lingered. The Scream had no affect on them, because they had heard the voice of Heaven before and were immune to its crippling volume.

Her target scrambled and she smirked. Of course he was an old soul. Of course. The more defiant ones commonly were, weren’t they? She bent and grabbed the handless man, swirling him around and pushing his back against the chopper than had meant to be his escape.

The static that had been flowing through the discarded walkie suddenly turned to voices as the Hacker’s jamming signal moved out of range.

Target is airborne. Over.

"Hello there …" She scraped his mind as she smelled him, her face still half-snake and he flinched. “Timothy … Eric … Richards.”

Air support incoming. Over.

"Not a ghost at all, are you? You’re just a child. * Just a boy* … albeit, quite a troublesome little boy, aren’t you?" She pawed through his most open thoughts and his racing memories. His dead grandmother. How sad and bitterly sweet. “You should be ashamed. What would your grams say? She was quite the faithful soul, after all. She prayed often.”

Raptor One and Raptor Two are a go to engage target. Raptor Three and Four to follow. Over.

"Oh my." She feigned concern. “Raptors? Now that sounds like fun.” Ozryel flexed her wings as she looked down at the walkie, cocking her head to the right before she looked at him again. Raptors. She pawed through all the memories of the millions that the Master had taken and she grinned even wider. “Those wouldn’t happen to be Lockheed Martin F-22 Raptors, would they?” He glared at her, trying to pull out of her grip. “And where might they be flying out of, Mr. Richards?”

20 minutes to interception. Over.

"Go fuck yourself." He spat at her. His courage, though it be foolish, was quite impressive and she was proud of the man … boy. He managed a little laugh. “You failed. We wanted everyone alive, but now they’re just gonna shoot ‘em out of the sky.”

"Oh, Timmy." She chuckled at his defiance, using the name only his grandmother had ever called him. “You’ll find I’m not nearly as patient as my son. You can either tell me ...” She ran her taloned hand through his hair with strange affection. “Or … I can just take it …” She flicked her split tongue against her overly sharp canines. “And trust me … you’ll definitely prefer the former.”

He resisted.

Good.

They were at a good altitude and Quinlan slid out of the pilot’s chair, allowing the Italian man to replace him. "Dobbiamo andare in Siberia."

Lake Baikal.  The gate to Hell.

Michael confessed and Quinlan tilted his head. Lake Baikal? He knew it well, for the city closest to the lake, Irkutsk, was where the three old world ancients had lived before their demise. He was far from shocked. This was not coincidence, and nor was it coincidence that the three new world ancients resided in the same state as the gate to Heaven.

"Russia?" The pilot repeated his instruction as he sat down and took over control of the aircraft. “Signore …” He spoke English, but his accent was thick. “We cannot. The flight plan is to Rome. Per Mr. Feraldo’s inst--”

"Take us to Siberia. Irkutsk. I will not repeat myself." He turned to leave but the man protested further.

"Signore!" The man argued. “We cannot! We have not been fueled for that flight. We are fueled to the distance of Rome.”

"Hmmm." Quinlan tilted his head in annoyance. “Very well.” It was very much on the way and he thought about picking up more than just fuel while they were there. Perhaps it would be a good place to stop after all. “We will refuel there. Then onto Siberia.”

"They will track us, signore. Questa è una follia." The man spoke as he picked up the radio to speak into it, but found only static and Quinlan grinned, returning to the back of the plane and he found the Hacker already on her equipment.

"Can they track us?" He questioned her immediately.

"They ain’t gonna track shit, love." She hummed as she typed away. “We’re ghosted. We’re good.” She smiled at him with glorious mischief.

"Good." Quinlan breathed a sigh of relief and surveyed everyone present. No one seemed newly injured, but the stewardess was hunched over an empty row of seats, staring out the window.

"Cos'è quello?" She pointed at the wing and Quinlan moved to survey what concerned her.

The archangel was on the wing, seemingly affixed, his wings pulled tight around him so that nothing but their metallic surface was visible. He was affixed with his gauntlet fingers hooking over the edge of the wing. Overall, he looked like an aerodynamic pimple.

Can you make it inside?

Quinlan reached out to him, but was not met with any response. The dhampir shook his head and regretted even trying to be amiable. He gruffed one finally thing towards the angel as he finally took a seat to compose himself.

Still an ass, I see.

PRTCL (ft. Spyder) - Nicky Romero, Spyder

She cut through the clouds with absolute precision, pushing herself faster and then faster still. Without her weaker brother in tow, she pushed the limits of her speed beyond that of just sound. The freedom of the open skies was something she had missed and she enjoyed these moments, as she hurled towards those very aggressive targets.

She was so very proud of man. So utterly proud of their ingenuity and progress. They had made it to sky finally. And not only that, they had made metal angels. How marvelous! She so looked forward to the challenge that awaited her. She wanted them to do their very, very best, regardless of the fact that she knew they would break against her. She was still so fucking proud.

The air hit across her face and her third eyelids held tightly closed. They were translucent and allowed her sight while protecting the moisture of her eyes from the onslaught of the wind as she flew. Hoping she was heading in the perfect direction, she would cut off their pursuit mid flight.

This … she hummed to herself as she heard their incredible engines purring in the far distance finally … This was going to be fucking glorious. There was a shift in the wind and she diverted her path, ever so slightly, to follow it and when she saw their distant and fast shapes, a tingle erupted in her extremities as she almost became nervous with excitement.

She thundered towards them with vicious intent.

#the strain fanfic #quinlan fanfic #mr. quinlan fanfic #quintus sertorius fanfic #quintus densus #an insatiable ache #chapter 11 #part 5 #oz is my spirit animal

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My Reaction to “Death Note (2017)”

Yep.  It dropped last night.

Please keep in mind that I do not watch any anime so this reaction is from the POV of someone who has some knowledge of “Death Note” so I understand if there is some criticism for what I say.

With that in mind, here we go.

*sings the Netflix theme*

100 minutes long?  This is a short movie.

Dutch... angles...

Why are you smoking during cheer leading practice?

There it is...

It’s Seattle.  Shouldn’t they be used to rain?

Whoa.

Wait they caught him doing homework for 15 other students and they just give him a 2 week detention?!?

DETENTION

Oh my God, the Dutch angles!

Oh my God, so many rules.... oh wait, they’re NAMES!

OK, marbles.

Oh my gosh, he [Ryuk] looks awesome.

OK, a little bit overreacting there, Light.  Tone it down a little.

God, Willem Dafoe’s awesome

Wow, they start things off really quickly in this movie.

“You put Kenny’s name and see what happens.”  Whoa, little bloodthirsty there, Ryuk.  I know he’s a death god but I think in the anime, he was all like “Hey man, you do as you like with it, don’t mind me” but here he’s like “Holy crap you should totally use it” followed by “hey man, it’s OK.  If you don’t want it, it’s fine.”

OH MY GOD THE DUTCH ANGLE!

*Kenny gets decapitated*  AAAAHHHH!!!

Hey, thanks for the exposition, Light.

So many apples...

“Jesus, how many rules are there?!?”  Uh, same here, buddy.

God, if there is a jump scare, I swear to God...

*cue jump scare*  God dang it!

Oh they pronounce Ryuk’s name right!  Yay!

#LetRyukDoSharkAttacks2k17

“Your [Ryuk] fingers are huge.”  Pfffttt....

The prosthetics and CGI on Ryuk are awesome.

*The guy who murdered Light’s mom dies horribly*  Eeeuuggghhh...

“Karma’s a bitch.”  That’s it.  That’s the show/movie.

Ryuk is like the ultimate CinemaSins asshole;  he eats so many apples

*Light immediately changes his mind about telling Mia about the Death Note*  Oh my God...

*Guy gets ran over by SWAT van and killed*  OH MY GOD!

Dutch Angle!

Death Note AKA How to Get a Girl To Like Your Murdering Tendencies in One Day

*Light and Mia kiss*  Well that was quick

This movie goes by things so quickly and there’s not a lot of focus on how serious the Death Note is.  Give us more Ryuk!

Wait, I thought only the holder of the Death Note can write names in it...

OK, I’m siding with the fandom here:  I want the CinemaSins treatment like now

OK, I think Light’s getting a little cocky here with this whole “Kira” thing

Oh God, please don’t tell me that’s Ken Jeong.  I hate that dude.

AGAIN WITH THE DUTCH ANGLE!

*L puts on light up sunglasses*  Discount Electro from Amazing Spiderman 2

Why does L require a limo?

OK, the guy who plays Light’s dad looks really familiar for some reason...

Oh God, don’t kill off the dad.  I will lose all respect for Light if this happens.

OK, what does L stand for?

What kind of laptop is that?

That was a nice transition

Oh my God, they’re still using those super big Dell computers in schools?!?  Shouldn’t all the kids have their own school laptops

So... much... candy...

AN:  We have an hour left in the movie

OK, I really like the actor who plays L:  Keith Stanfield.  I think he does a really good job here.

Oh my God, they don’t give us enough Ryuk!  Give us our Willem Dafoe!

I feel like the main problem with this movie is that while there’s a great cast, the story is really crowded.

Oh my God, he’s [Ryuk] perched right outside the ferris wheel car!

He’s probably like “Oh my God, where are the apples here?”

Oh my God, he’s making the whole security team jump off the roof!

AAAUUGGGHHH!!

*Ryuk is finally shown plowing down on apples*  Best scene in the movie.  Right there.

What the hell kind of movie is that?

DO NOT KILL THE DAD!

How did L immediately realize that Light’ was Kira?  I mean yeah, Kira is Russian for “light” but that’s a huge jump in thinking.

“I love you!”  Well that was quick.

WHY WOULD YOU SAY YOUR PLAN OUT LOUD WHEN THE DEATH GOD IS STANDING BEHIND YOU?!?!?

There are so many fades to black in this movie

Oh my God, Mia’s gonna use the Death Note, isn’t she?

No, OK, she just hid it in her place.  ‘Kay.

The shot with the police lights flashing behind Ryuk is awesome

OK, this is quickly turning into some weird Tim Burton meets Da Vinci Code thing...

Oh wow.  They’re rebels.  They flipped off the camera.  Whoo.

Mia’s got a American Horror Story poster in her locker

*sings*  TAKE MY BREATH AWAYYYYY....

Ok, this movie just took a reallly dark turn...

“Light Turner’s heart stops at midnight”  Well HOLY SHIT MIA!

Oh God, if he wrote down his dad’s name... I will lose whatever respect I had for Light, which was little to begin with

Wait, he probably put Mia’s name down....

Mia is waaay more interesting as a character than Light in my opinion

*Ryuk appears*  Oh shit

Oh Ryuk’s bringing the ferris wheel down!

Really inappropriate music here, guys...

He’s gonna drop Mia, isn’t he?

OH WAIT THEY BOTH DROPPED!

*The page with LIght’s name on it falls into a bonfire*  Oh that is some convenient bullshit!

Light dropped in the water from like 300 feet up.  He should be dead.

How did Light predict that the Ferris Wheel was gonna collapse?  Oh shit, so he told Ryuk to take it down...

OH SHIT DID L WRITE LIGHT’S NAME DOWN?!!?

AND THEY DON’T SHOW IT?!?!!?  THAT WOULD AN AWESOME ENDING!!

This end credits music is really jarring though...

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The Bachelor Australia 2017 Recap – Episode 4

“Hey! Your reviews are too boring!” They say. “Get some screencaps like the other reviews!” They say.

Well, I can’t get copyright free screencaps at this stage, but do you know what I can get you? Stick-figure drawings.

That’s right – I will now be adding my (very bad) stick-figure drawings to the reviews. And you’ll damn well enjoy them.

We open with Matty overlooking a pond, which is apparently at the Sydney Polo Club. It’s raining, and he’s a little too proud of himself for making a pun about dampening the spirits of the day.

Matty says, “Cobie loves animals, and I love horses, so I thought it would be good to join our passions together.” A horse is an animal, though. So it’s not really a joining of two passions, but more like the same passion?

Wait, we’re going straight to the date? No Osher delivering a card or anything? Righto then.

Matty rides in on a horse… with a helmet. I’m all for being safety-conscious, but it definitely takes away a bit of the fairy-tale element. 

He hops down, he greets Cobie, and then… Harry the horse does a massive wee. Wow, horses do really big wees, don’t they?

Back at the mansion, the girls discuss how Cobie is going on the date. They’re all super jelly. The evil squad decide that Matty’s tactic is to “save the best for last”, Villain Number Two Jennifer makes a comment that she’s the greatest, someone compares Matty to a schnitty, which I’m assuming is a chicken schnitzel… a lot is happening.

Right, back to the date. Cobie has never ridden before, so Matty has to instruct her. He says, “I’m well aware that she’s on the back of a horse for the first time”, proving his ability to state the obvious.

Cobie uses the word “beautifulest”, so we’ll deduct points for that, however she does acknowledge that it’s not a word, so I guess the points go back on?

They horse ride for a bit, and then get to wash the horses. Peppy, Cobie’s horse, is loving the bath.

But then things escalate and soon Matty and Cobie are hosing each other down, she’s wearing a white singlet, and he’s already calling her “Cobes”… dude, calm down.

Matty’s talking head says, “I know that Cobie and I get along the best when we’re being silly and having a laugh.” Dude. You’ve met her once. How do you even know how you get along at all?

Back at the mansion, Villain Number Two Jennifer thinks that Cobie will fall in the friend-zone because “she’s too cutesy”. Her talking head says that, “Matty’s a man and he wants a woman… I know I give off sex appeal, and for me it’s quite natural.” So, let me get this straight, he doesn’t want an adult acting like a bitchy teenage girl, then?

Still on their date, Matty and Cobie find a SEXYTIME couch in a room “that Matty’s planned out”. Yes. It was definitely all his idea. Wait, this is the date? Horse riding for five minutes and then washing a horse? So we’re saving the big-budget dates until the fifth episode, right? Then it will start to get more interesting, right?

They discuss their dating history, and Cobie opens her heart. She says that she wants to date her best friend, but wants to have a connection too. Matty agrees, saying he wants to be friends first and then have it progress from there. Ha! Take that friend-zone naysayers!

Oh God. She wrote him a poem. It’s the first poem she’s ever written. She explains that because it’s her first time dating in a while, she’s finding it difficult to express herself. So she should definitely try a medium she has no experience in. (Side note: Remember last year someone wrote a poem? Or was it Sam Frost’s season where there was a rap? Let’s hope it’s not as cringey as that.)

It’s a bit cringey, and a bit sweet, and they’re playing romantic music so I think she’s in the clear.

Matty pulls out the rose. She says she really wants to kiss him. I’m cringing so hard. She wants him to go halfway. He’s being all romantic. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THEY’RE MUSHING! IT’S ROMANTIC! IT’S GOING A LONG TIME! Hghghghghghghghghghghghghghghghghghghghgnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

I can’t cope. I’m not coping. I have lost the ability to cope.

We cut to the next day, and the girls interrogate Cobie. Nothing much is said, but now it’s time for the HYUNDAI SPONSORSHIP. There are literally twenty shots of the car from all different angles. I feel like the cameraman was like, “Yeah, work it, work it.” 

Anyway the point of this sponsorship is that Matty is driving to the mansion to surprise them all.

They go to another part of the mansion, which is miraculously sunny, as opposed to the first part of the mansion, where it was pouring with rain.

Osher is holding a giant dice (or die, I guess), and that is not a euphemism. Although it might be, I have no idea.

Osher reveals they’re playing The Bachelor board game and I AM SO ON BOARD. For those who don’t know, there are few things I love more than board games. If you could purchase this game, I would literally be signing over my life savings.

So, the Monopoly knock-off game works like this, they roll a dice, and move a set number of squares. If they land on a square with Matty’s face, he asks you a question, if they land on a square with a rose, Osher asks both of them a question. There’s also a golden cage, for reasons that I’m hoping doesn’t involve BDSM.

Alix goes first, and she and Matty choose different answers for the multiple choice. Thrilling.

Simone is up next, and she lands on “choose a girl to cream pie in the face”. She picks Liz, who she says “never smiles”. It appears that Leah (Villain Number One) and Jennifer (Villain Number Two) also don’t like Liz. What the heck has Liz done? And who is she?

Michelle is next and she lands on a “go to jail” square, which involves the golden cage. But she’s allowed to take her glass of wine, so it’s not that bad really.

Some other girls go and I have no idea who they are. Basically, we learn some facts about Matty: his bike is named Cindy (no you did not read that wrong), his worst trait is that he’s late, and he has no pets.

Matty says that Florence is the biggest surprise, and I agree – the biggest surprise to us is that she’s there.

Cobie lands on “move ahead or free kiss” with Matty. Her talking heads says that she wanted to kiss him, but decided to move forward. Jennifer says that if it was her, she’d totally do it, because she understands and that “everyone’s here for the right reasons”. Yes, Jennifer, I can definitely envisage you being very calm and accepting of it if Cobie chose to kiss Matty in front of you. It seems like your tolerance of the other girls is very selective. 

The rest of the game is heavily edited so I don’t really know what’s going on. Basically some ladies get swapped for others, there’s more cream pies to the face, and Michelle gets out of jail. Jennifer is one of the women with a pie to the face, and makes sure to get Matty’s attention before rubbing the cream all over her cleavage. I’m willing to give her characterisation to the producers of the show, and she is doing very well being so unlikeable.

Michelle wins the game, and won… a hug? No extra time? Nothing? What was the point of this stupid game then?!

Afterwards, Cobie says she’s disappointed for not taking the kiss, because as she says, it could have just been a kiss on the cheek. She flags that she wants to raise it with Matty tonight, which seems perfectly reasonable to me, but I guess I haven’t been plied with alcohol and locked in a mansion with 17 other girls who want to date the guy I’m into.

Cocktail Party Time!

Cobie says that she came into this experience not wanting to have any regrets, and she regrets not kissing him, so she wants to clear it up. See, perfectly reasonable.

Florence (who? Ah, the Dutch one) has something to show Matty. He’s getting a lesson in Dutch (side note: what’s that thing to do with fluffs and blankets? Isn’t that something about Dutch?). She puts Matty in a red, striped tie and circular glasses. She dresses up in a half-open white shirt over her black corset-dress, also dons some glasses, and holds a cane/pointer thing, which just gives the overall feel of some light BDSM. Is this the theme for this episode or something? 

She teaches him how to say, “You have beautiful eyes” in Dutch. She then teaches him to say, “Will you accept this rose?”, and the whole thing is lightly flirtatious and a bit weird and a teensy bit awkward, like the time we played ‘Let’s Get to Know Matty J!’. 

Next girl to chat with Matty is Simone, and it seems like she spends three minutes talking about how nervous she is.

So then the dramahhh: Cobie sees them talking, and approaches. She asks (very politely, I might add) if she can borrow Matty once she’s finished talking with Simone. I’m not really sure why this is an issue, because she gave him an option, but I guess the weirdness was the fact that she just stood off to the side, staring at them. 

Simone leaves Matty, and goes to chat to… the Evil Squad? Wait, I thought she was one of the good ones. Simone, wasn’t it like two episodes ago that you hated these girls? And now you’re confiding in them? She says, “[Cobie]’s had two group dates and a single date”, and she isn’t impressed with the interruption. 

Villain Number Two Jennifer says that Cobie “plays sweet, she plays cute, but she’s a hustler, she’s a bitch.” She also uses the word “hustler” again in a talking head. Jennifer, I’m not sure that word means what you think it means. Isn’t a hustler a gambler? Someone who, in fact, hustles? Looking this up, there is an alternative meaning, which is a prostitute, but I’m not sure she was going for something that aggressive. I can only assume she was going for “hussy”, which Google says, is a “brazen or immoral woman”. And that’s been your vocabulary lesson for today, class. Just, use words correctly, Jennifer.

Anyway, in the actual chat with Matty, Cobie explains why she didn’t choose to kiss him. Matty’s totally cool with it, saying it totally wasn’t an issue, unlike last season when Georgia Love had the issue of Courtney not giving her enough attention in group situations. You can’t win with this show.   

Now for the second dramahhh: Leah walks in on their chat and asks if she can take Cobie back because she upset a lot of people. Cobie says she just needs two more minutes, and Leah says again, that she upset a lot of people. It’s very awkward and Matty seems annoyed. 

Then, histrionic Leah takes her information back to the Evil Squad, saying that Cobie said she doesn’t care that she hurt other people’s feelings (for the record, she did say “I don’t care”, but to me it came across as more of a “ok, cool, leave me alone” than a “I hate everybody!” kind of thing).

Some of the girls try to defend Cobie, including Laura. You know what, Laura? You’re really growing on me. Anyway she says that Cobie wouldn’t have meant it in a malicious way, which is the way Leah is relaying it, and she’s so done with this shit.

Oh man, now she has to bloody deal with Jennifer. FFS this is so bloody frustrating. Laura says that she loves Cobie, and Jennifer says, “WE ALL LOVE COBIE”, and I let out an actual witches’ cackle. Lisa says she’s really happy Laura stood up for Cobie, and I’m on any team with Lisa and Laura on it. (Readers, I know what you’re thinking. Last episode I was on Simone’s side, and now she’s turned out to be one of the bad ones. Look, I guess I’m just on the side against evil, ok? I’m bloody Harry Potter.)

Cobie and Matty walk out into the group of girls, and Jennifer basically pounces on her, saying, “Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Cobie.”

It’s a bit awkward, but that’s mostly thanks to the editing and sound effects. We don’t get to see any more of the fallout, because this is The Bachelor, and if there’s one thing this show doesn’t know how to do, it’s transitions.

Rose Ceremony time!

Osher introduces Matty, saying the ladies look a bit better than during the “Crème de la crème of board games”. They have literally said that phrase three times this episode, and for once, I’m not exaggerating.

Matty picks a few girls, and he asks Florence to accept her rose in the Dutch he learnt, which is pretty sweet.

For a second, I’m thinking that maybe he’ll get rid of one of the villains tonight, and squash the issues in the house. It would be fitting with his ‘I’m not taking any shit this season’ attitude he’s displayed so far. Like he gets a say in it.

He clearly doesn’t, and Jennifer and Leah both get roses. Jennifer sashays up to him, and I feel like she really treats him like a prize to be won, which in fairness, he kind of is in this context, but you don’t have to treat him like that.

This is the one thing I really dislike about this show. It’s not like Matty is going to pick either of these mean girls in the end. They’re clearly there to further their radio career, or their red carpet reporting career *cough Laurina cough*. They’re easy fodder to just add some manufactured dramahhh to the show, and look, it works: the show is selling a product, and we’re all buying it. But how cool would it be to just see a bunch of nice people and them all behaving respectfully of each other, and Matty just picks who he likes best? Huh? WHAT’S WRONG WITH THAT UTOPIA?! 

The other thing is that it is definitely not his choice to keep all of these girls. There’s clearly a stipulation in his contract that the producers would get a say in some (if not all) of the girls chosen. Which means we’re basically waiting ten weeks for him to get rid of the ones he knew on the first night that he didn’t like. 

Anyway, tangent over – It’s down to Elise (apparently a montage girl) and Belinda (apparently the Love Coach who made Matty stare into her eyes). Elise gets the rose.  

Later, Belinda. Good luck with your love coaching.

 Next Episode: A high building, and some more dramahhh with Cobie. And a face-off date?! Not like the movie, I’m assuming, although that could be cool. (Side note: Remember when Sam the model was on that kind of date and he had to go home? Hahahaha it was great.) And Sian gets grumpy at the cocktail party. Ummm… who is she again?

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