#I know no one cares about nascar to much on here

[hannah-h-pleb]

Hey hey hey. Did you miss me? Sorry I’ve been lacking in writing, empty brain plus school is not a good combination 😟

As much as I love Cartman with all my heart, it’s time I put out some Kenny content! He’s my second favourite and I’m convinced him and I are the same person, so I gotta show my boy some love 🧡🧡

General Kenny headcanons coming up! He’s aged up here, as all characters I write for usually are :))

Kenny McCormick: General Headcanons

Kenny doesn’t die as often anymore, but I still put him as a huge klutz. He’s constantly falling, tripping, and injuring himself somehow. His friends are always like “Dude you’re gonna kill yourself one of these days!”….meanwhile he’s died countless times and no one (except for Cartman and a few others) remembers

He’s developed a decent tolerance to pain due to how many times he’s died. He could accidentally lean on a hot stove and barley feel it. It really depends on the day though

He's kind of a goober. He loves to tease people and joke around. Also likes to joke around as a way to make light of dark situations. Once you've died as many times as this guy has, you reach a point where you stop taking life so seriously

He has blue eyes, but they’re a darker shade of blue, so sometimes they almost look purple depending on the lighting

This guy definitely loves to smoke weed, but that's the farthest he'll ever go as far as drugs are concerned. He refuses to go down the same path as his parents, plus he remembers his "cheesing" days and doesn't care to revisit real hard stuff. Just give him a joint and he's set

Actually one of the most chill people you'll ever meet. Everyone gets along with him. He isn't one for drama, but if he happens to be caught up in the middle of drama, he'll either silently observe or he tries his best to deescalate the situation to calm everyone down so everyone can get along

This is canon (and a topic for another time), but he's a huge perv. But not in a creepy way. He's constantly making sexual innuendos out of, literally everything. Always on the hunt for porn magazines, but he never does anything overly weird like sneaking into bathrooms or anything like that. He's a, "respectful perv" if you will

He's always looking to help out others wherever he can. One of the most selfless people in his inner circle. He's a sweetheart

The best big brother to Karen even as he gets older. Always looking out for her. Can imagine that when things get bad at home, he dips out of the house and takes Karen for drives to calm her down. Probably gets her a treat from the convenience store as well

Also knows lots about periods. When Karen is on "her time of the month", he keeps her stocked up with pads, tampon, treats, heating pads, the works

You would think he's this nonchalant delinquent, but dude's actually so smart. He does well in school, which comes as a shock to his friends because they never see him study. His grades are nearly as high as Kyle's, but his weakest subject is math

Favourite subject? Science. Absolute science nerd. Loves chemistry, physics, biology, all of it. He's so intrigued by it and constantly pushes himself to learn more

I put him as a huge car guy. His love of NASCAR when he was little turned him into a car lover and very knowledgeable about cars. You need your oil changed? He's got you. Having car trouble in general? He's on his way to help you out. Loves playing around with different modifications to his own car, accessories, you name it

Out of the main four, he has a closer friendship to Cartman. As he's gotten older, he's gained a better understanding of why Cartman is the way he is and therefore is able to understand his behaviour. The pair are simply chaos together. Kenny goes along with whatever Cartman does for shits and giggles, unless it’s something really messed up

He’s a huge flirt and a tease, loves pushing peoples’ buttons and finding out what makes them tick

All in all, Kenny is just a chill goofball. Everyone loves him, and he’s one of the best people to be friends with 🧡

More than likely making a part 2. Love this dude 🧡

#kenny mccormick #kennymccormick headcanons #south park #south park headcanons #we the same fr #wake up Hannah finally posted #Hannah’s kinda dumb #hannah is a goofball

[trashyswitch]

Keep Out of the Wolf's Den

Vanessa goes into Roxanne's green room against her wishes to investigate a sound that she believed came from the room. But...she ends up getting distracted for long enough to get found out by that very animatronic. What will the wolf do when she sees her snooping?!

This fanfic was suggested by Bread Anon! I hope you enjoy! And here's some bread. 🍞🍞🍞🍞

5...

Vanessa was standing around inside Roxanne Wolf’s green room. She thought she had heard a non-metallic noise, and had gone in to investigate. But now she was beginning to wonder if she might’ve been mistaken. She walked towards the curtains and moved them out of the way, hoping to find an answer to her question. But all she found was a wall…Just a brick wall…

She chuckled to herself as she saw this out-of-place red, brick wall. The renovators really couldn’t put in the time to add drywall here? They just…left it like this?! Well…Considering how big this place is…maybe the entertainment company ran out of money…

But how can a huge corporation like Fazbear Entertainment run out of money?! Despite how much trouble and controversy they’ve always been in for the last 40-50 years, the pizzeria chain is still insanely popular! But if it was for better or for worse, no one really knew yet.

Vanessa looked around the rest of the green room, quickly noticing how ‘not green’ the green room was. If there was one thing she knew about Roxanne Wolf…It was that purple was not her color. Though…Vanessa supposed that they only chose the purple color because flashy red was taken by Freddy, and bright green was already taken by Monty. 

But…Couldn’t they choose to paint Freddy’s room the color orange? Or maybe paint Monty’s room the color purple? Eeeh…On the other hand…Knowing Monty, he probably would’ve been pissed if he found out his room was painted purple…But what about yellow, like Monty’s glasses and guitar? Why couldn’t they paint his room that color? 

As you can tell, Vanessa clearly has some opinions about how the animatronics rooms had currently been presented. But of course, no one wants to hear the opinion belonging to the lonely security guard at the bottom of the pyramid. No one cares about the security guard’s opinion…The only people that usually matter…are the customers…because customers bring ratings. And ratings bring more customers…and more customers bring ratings…you get the point. It’s all a vicious cycle that Vanessa liked to call “corporate greed”. 

Vanessa looked at the tires that were hanging up on the wall. Most of the tires looked unused…like they were specifically chosen to be decorations only. But…one of the tires looked a slight bit used…like the rubber was partly burned off before it was hung up as a decoration. 

How did Vanessa know this? Well it’s simple, really…Her father had taught her a lot about cars growing up. He had always been a Nascar fan, and always attempted to pass it down to her. Though her father’s plans failed, she still held onto some of the knowledge she had about cars, tires, and other parts of the automobile industry. She also suspects that adding the automobile information to her resume had helped her get hired for such a position. Afterall, her job also included shutting everything down for the night. And with her knowledge, she only had to be shown where to park the cars and where to hang the keys and lock up the passes for the night. 

She looked at the neon writing that was hanging up on the wall. The letters were light purple and made with neon LED lights. The letters read ROXANNE WOLF with Adidas-like stripes on both the top, and the bottom of the sign. 

Right away, the sign stood out as the messiest decoration in the room. And by messy, I mean ‘badly written’. For some reason, the company wanted to choose a font that looked very retro and flashy…but they seemed to have forgotten that those lazer, italic fonts were hard to read at first glance. That’s one of the reasons why the fonts Arial MT, Calibri and Times New Roman became so popular. Because even a toddler would be able to read them upon first glance. 

As you probably would’ve guessed, Vanessa had quickly given up on finding the source of the sound. And at this point, she had moved onto just snooping around in Roxanne Wolf’s room just for the hell of it. 

“What are you doing?” Someone asked behind her. 

Vanessa yelped and turned around. “WHO’STHERE?!” Vanessa shouted, shining the flashlight in the person’s face. 

The person shielded their eyes from the flashlight with their right hand while flicking on the Green Room’s lights. With the light now on, Vanessa could see the person much more easily. And as it would turn out…it wasn’t a person that she was looking at. 

It was actually an animatronic. 

Roxanne Wolf, to be specific. 

“Uh…..Nothing.” Vanessa finally replied awkwardly. 

“If you were doing nothing, then you wouldn’t be in here.” Roxy told her as she walked closer to her. 

Vanessa sighed, turned off the flashlight and scratched the back of her head. Unfortunately, Roxy had a point. “True…” Was all Vanessa could say at this point. 

“So what were you doing in here?” Roxy asked, crossing her arms and tilting her head to the left. 

Vanessa pointed to the general room. “I thought I heard something in here.” Vanessa admitted. 

“My door was closed.” Roxy reminded her. 

“...Just because the door was closed, doesn’t mean the coast was automatically clear.” Vanessa reminded her. 

“I know you were doing more than just ‘checking things’, Ness.” Roxy told her. “It doesn’t take 20 minutes to check a small room for intruders.” 

Vanessa looked down, slightly embarrassed. Funnily enough, Roxy had made another good point. “Yeah…” She mumbled. 

Roxy lifted Vanessa’s chin up with her green fingernail. “Am I gonna have to make you spill the tea?” The wolf animatronic asked. 

Vanessa blinked, before raising an eyebrow. “Spill the tea-” Vanessa pushed Roxy’s hand away. “Do I look 30 to you?!” Vanessa reacted. “No one says ‘spill the tea’ anymore.” Vanessa reminded her. 

Roxy smirked and gently poked Vanessa’s arm. “I’ve heard plenty of kids say ‘spill the tea’, Ness.” Roxy teased. She poked her arm again. “And 30 is not very old.” Roxy added, poking her arm a third time. “Heck, 10-15 year olds still use that phrase.” Roxy reminded the security guard, accidentally poking her ribs this time. 

Vanessa jumped and tensed up, a slight wobbly smile showing up on her face for only a moment, before disappearing and returning to the previous annoyed expression. “So? Maybe I don’t want to be an immature 10-15 year old.” Vanessa argued. 

“Hmm…” Roxy’s pupils turned blue as she looked the security guard up and down. “I wonder…” She looked back up at Vanessa’s face right as the blue disappeared from her eyes. A smirk grew on her face. “You wouldn’t happen to be ticklish, would you?” Roxy asked her. 

Vanessa widened her eyes upon hearing those dreaded words. “Uhhhh…” She was able to get out, before shaking her head and putting on an angry face. “No. What makes you think that?” She asked, showing a fair bit of agitation. 

Roxy’s smirk grew wider. “Don’t think I didn’t see that. I saw your reaction.” Roxy warned her. “This-” She poked Vanessa’s upper ribs again, “...tells me everything I need to know.” She finished. 

Vanessa pushed Roxy’s hand away. “Quit that!” Vanessa ordered. 

“Or what?” Roxy asked.

“Or-...Or I’ll tickle you back!” Vanessa warned. 

Roxy’s smile grew enough to show some teeth. “Tickle me, then. I dare you.” She teased. 

Vanessa huffed and tried skittering her fingers on Roxy’s rib region, but…there was no reaction. No jolt, wobbly smile, or giggle left Roxy’s mouth. Not even a huff of air left the animatronic’s nose. 

Vanessa widened her eyes and stopped tickling her. “Oh god…” She muttered, her face as white as a sheet. 

“I think I forgot to mention that animatronics aren’t ticklish.” Roxy added. “But YOU on the other hand…” Roxy poked Vanessa’s lower ribs with her own index and middle finger. “...Are VERY ticklish!” Roxy teased. 

Vanessa squeaked and grabbed Roxy’s metal hand with both of her own hands. But the fact that Roxy just kept on pushing through Vanessa’s resistance to poke her ribs further, just showed the huge difference in strength between them. Roxy, being the animatronic, was filled with so much artificial strength, it should’ve been a crime. 

And Vanessa…Poor Vanessa…She was utterly powerless against the rockstar wolf. 

And to further show this, Roxy picked up Vanessa with one hand, while starting to poke her ribs and belly with her other hand. “Poke! Poke poke poke! Pokey pokey pokey POKE!” Roxy declared everytime she poked the security guard’s middle. 

“AAH- EEHEEK! STop- STAHAP!” Vanessa yelled. 

“POKE! POke- Stop what?” Roxy asked, continuing her pokes. “Poke! Poke poke!” 

“HAHA! Thahaha- Thahahahat!” Vanessa yelled back. 

“Come on, Ness. If you want me to stop something, then you have to be specific!” Roxy reacted. “Now poke, poke, pokepoke- poke-poke…POOOOKE!” Roxy gave Vanessa a big poke in the belly button this time, before swirling her nail around inside the innie belly button. 

“BAHAAAA!” Vanessa arched her back and pushed against the metallic index finger and thumb in an attempt to get out of her grip. “LEHET ME GOOOO!” Vanessa shouted. 

“And leave you to search my room without my permission?! No way!” Roxy reacted, swirling her nail further inside her belly button. 

Vanessa shook her head and kicked her legs wildly, hoping to be dropped soon. “PLEHEHEHEASE!” Vanessa begged. 

“Naaah. You’re quite entertaining when you’re being tickled.” Roxy teased.

“AHAM NOHOHOHOT!” Vanessa yelled. 

“How deep does this thing go-” 

“eeEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEK!” Vanessa let out the most high-pitched, glass-breaking screech a human could ever make…

“YOWCH!” Roxy suddenly had to drop her and cover her ears in pain! The screech was enough to make her ears ring for a good 5 minutes! 

Vanessa hit the floor on her butt first before curling up and holding her belly. “Yohohou’re ehehevil.” She whined. 

Roxy chuckled and sat down beside her. “You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.” Roxy teased. 

Vanessa let out another ear-deafening screech on purpose this time, causing Roxy to cower in pain and fear. “OW!” Roxy yelled, covering her ears. “Shut up!” Roxy spat at her. 

Vanessa flipped her off in response, before changing her voice a bit with a smile. “You know where that middle finger is going?” Vanessa asked in a makeshift Kermit The Frog voice. 

Roxy raised an eyebrow as she couldn’t help but giggle. “Uhhh…Ihi dohohon’t know.” She replied. 

“It’s going right up your butt!” Vanessa continued in the kermit voice. 

Roxy wheezed and covered her mouth. “Whahahat is that from?!” She asked. 

Vanessa laughed and put her hand down. “I don’t know…it’s something my mom showed me once.” Vanessa admitted. “Apparently people quoted it back in the day?” Vanessa added. 

Roxy laughed and rubbed her nose. “Sounds like something from the 2010’s.” Roxy mentioned. 

Vanessa chuckled and laid down on the floor. Roxy looked over at Vanessa, and began to think for a moment. “Hey Ness?” Roxy called. 

“Hm?” Vanessa replied. 

“Were you actually listening for something in here?” Roxy asked. “Or were you snooping?” Roxy asked next. 

Vanessa shrugged her shoulders. “I genuinely thought I heard something fall or shift in here…” She replied. “But then I started to notice your decorations…” Vanessa added, looking at the wheels on the wall. 

“Oh those?” Roxy reacted, looking at them herself. “Yeah, those were the first 4 wheels that were ever installed on my go kart.” Roxy replied. “And…I got to try out the go kart for the first time.” Roxy admitted. 

Vanessa giggled. “Looks like you had fun burning rubber on your first ride.” She teased. 

Roxy smirked. “Hell yeah I did.” She replied proudly. 

Vanessa smiled and sat up. “I know what it’s like to burn rubber.” Vanessa admitted. 

Roxy looked at Vanessa. “YOU?!” She reacted, shocked. 

“Yeah! I’ve burned rubber before. I used to go out driving on the back roads, and practice my drifting skills with friends.” Vanessa admitted. “I was the drift princess.” Vanessa declared. 

Roxy smirked. “Who’s the drift queen?” she asked. 

Vanessa giggled. “Look in the mirror.” She replied proudly. 

Roxy walked up to the mirror, and looked into it curiously…but instead of seeing herself, she saw a screen-shared picture of a female human. 

“Her name is Gwen.” Vanessa told her. “She was the QUEEN of drifting, AND she even taught me how-” 

Vanessa yelped as she felt something fall against her, and push her onto the ground. She looked up, and guffawed as she felt nails on her belly. “I thought you were gonna say ‘me’! You tricked me!” Roxy yelled. 

Vanessa arched her back and cackled as she felt 8 fingers all over her belly. “BWAHAHAhahahaha! Wohohohorrth ihihihihihit!” She laughed. 

“Worth it?! Did you seriously just say ‘Worth it’?!” Roxy yelled. “Oh THAT IS IT!” She took in a big breath and blew a strong raspberry right onto Vanessa’s belly, specifically right on top of her belly button. 

“NahahAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!” Vanessa shouted, covering up her mouth and temporarily muffling her cackles. 

Roxy moved her long nails over to the sides of Vanessa’s belly. “Having any regrets yet?” Roxy asked. “Cause if you don’t, then you know what’s coming.” the animatronic added. 

“NOHOHOHOHO! IHIHIHI REHEHEHEGREHET NOHOHOTHIHIHIHING!” Vanessa shouted back. “Okaaaay…suit yourseeelf~” Roxy blew yet another raspberry, making Vanessa absolutely lose her mind with laughter. “And if you keep being stubborn, I might just move onto something more evil~” Roxy warned. 

Vanessa shook her head. “STUHUHUBBOHOHORN IHIS MY MIHIHIDDLE NAHAHAHAME!” She declared. “FIHIHIGHT MEHEHEHEEE!” She yelled. 

Roxy dropped her jaw for just a few seconds. This girl…does not know when to quit. But, she made a promise. And a promise, she was going to keep. 

“Alright! It sounds like you REALLY wanna know what my evil plan is.” Roxy declared. “So here it is!” 

Roxy took in a big breath and blew onto Vanessa’s belly. “PPBBFFFBBBFBFBFBFFFBBFB!” 

“YEEEAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAA!” Vanessa was a complete mess by this point. And the funny part was, the full evil plan hadn’t even come into fruition! 

“Om nom nom nom nom!” Roxy started making these strange nibbling sounds while playfully nibbling on Vanessa’s belly. 

“EEEEHEHEHEheheheheheeEEEEE! STAHAhahahahahaaaap!” Vanessa shouted. 

“Om-nom-nom-nom-nom-nom-nom-nom!” Roxy kept on nibbling. 

“YOHOHOU’RE SOHOHOHO WEHEHEHEIRD!” Vanessa yelled. 

Roxy rolled her eyes and giggled. “Is there something you don’t know about me?” Roxy asked. 

“IHIHIHIHI-” Vanessa said back. 

“I’ll take that as a no!” Roxy replied. 

Roxy continued her little tickle attack on Vanessa for a little longer, before finally giving the security guard a little break. Vanessa spent the next couple minutes letting out breaths of relief before attempting to get back to work. She had wasted enough time already, and felt bad about it despite Roxy’s attempts to reassure her. Vanessa eventually got back up and bid her new friend goodbye. 

“Hey Ness.” Roxy called after her.

Vanessa turned around. “Yes?” She replied. 

“If I’m in the room, feel free to come in. But if I’m NOT in the room, then the room’s off limits. Okay?” Roxy told her. 

Vanessa gave her a little salute. “Ey ey, Captain.” She replied. 

All Vanessa heard as she walked back into the pizzaplex, was loud laughter that belonged to Roxanne. Vanessa felt good knowing she was now on good terms with Roxy. Though…she eventually wouldn’t mind risking getting on her bad side as well…cause as it would turn out, Roxy’s bad side was just another phrase to mean mischievous and playful. 

#female friendship #teasing #nascar #street racing #gen-z phrases #ticklefic #ler!roxy #lee!vanessa

[copiousloverofcopia]

Can we have “Ghaseball” introduced somewhere in a Copia/Papa fan fic?

Hey Anon better late than never as they say 😅

Sorry I got so much I'm working on so if you'll forgive me (as well as my other requestors) I promise I'm working on it all!!

Anyways.... Batter up!!! ⚾🧢

The Major Leagues

Also available here on AO3!

Definitely NSFW below the cut!

“You have nothing to be nervous about Cope…it's just a pitch.” Lia assured him, standing behind him and rubbing his back as he sat in the White Sox clubhouse. Copia ran his hands through his hair before putting on his baseball cap.

“Just another one of Imperator's ideas. I guess I have no choice. As if the NASCAR thing wasn't odd enough…now she has me throwing an opening pitch." Copia griped. He had spent the week preparing, the ghouls out in the churchyard pretending to play ball while Copia got his bearings. The unwitting Papa pivoted on his foot, rounding himself out for a pitch. Displacing the dirt beneath the homemade mound the more he practiced, as Aether and Dew snickered at his form.

It was clear from the start he hadn't a clue what he was doing. Lia could see it pained him, never having the same experience as a child his brothers had. So many things he was robbed of, made plain by things like this. Lia took his chin in her hands, bringing him to look at her. The faint sounds of the Sox practicing just outside.

"Hey…it's gonna be ok. You'll do great I promise." She smiled, her encouragement lifting his forlorn heart.

"You're right. I will do it Lia…and once we're home I will teach Vincenzo all he needs to know. I will be there for him, even if I have no idea what I'm doing." Copia vowed, his determination making Lia laugh. "What, I'm serious."

"Oh I know you are." She began, still filled with a lighthearted laugh, "but Copia he's only 4 you've got some time yet."

"Of course, of course. I won't waste a moment of it." Copia smiled, pulling her down to kiss him. The touch of his lips lingered, Lia feeling the heat unfurling her inside.

"Cope…we…need to—here?" She spoke, his lips continuing to return to hers, giving her hardly a chance to speak.

"I can't help myself, you look so beautiful." He purred, continuing to kiss her, finding his way down her neck.

"Well thank God you haven't gotten your paints on yet." Lia said, coming around to face him.

"Oh so you're open to it?" Copia asked her, wiggling his eyebrows. Lia began turning a shade of pink as his hand traveled up her thigh.

"You don't think we'll get caught?" She asked him. Copia palmed the stiffened outline of his cock as he looked at her. Tugging at her top and fondling her chest.

"If we do, I don't care." He said, bringing his lips onto her now exposed breast.

"Clearly." She giggled, Copia standing up and lifting her into his arms only to set her down on the counter in the center of the room. The surface was cold as it touched the back of Lia's thighs, making her twitch.

"Spread your legs cara." He demanded, his eyes ablaze with lust for his Prime Mover. She did as she was told, Copia sinking down to his knees before her, dragging her panties along with him down her legs.

"Oh fuck!" Lia moaned as Copia ran his fingers through her delicate folds and straight into her entrance. She was already so blissfully wet, Copia's mouth watering at the sight. He worked his fingers inside her as she slid around on the counter, holding on for dear life as her legs began to shake. Copia brought his mouth on her pulsing cunt, the broadness of his tongue pressing and slurping as he fucked her with his hand.

Lia reached down to grab the cap off Copia's head, putting it on her own. Seeing her, legs spread and the White Sox cap adorning her head made Copia absolutely feral. He continued to lap and swirl his tongue across her, pulling from her an orgasm Copia was sure they could hear outside. He stood up, wiping her juices from his mouth and dropping his pants.

"Let's make our own little league team. We start now." Copia declared, Lia nodding her head in agreement.

"Take me. I want that too." She panted, still coming down from the height of her first orgasm. Lia's mouth fell open as she watched Copia stroke his cock with his own precum, he was ready to take her. He brought himself to her entrance, his head touching gently before entering her. Copia kissed her deeply. "I may not know how to pitch, but I know how to fuck." He'd growled in her ear.

"Yes!" Lia called out as Copia slammed himself hard inside her. Sending pleasure shooting through her body. She grabbed onto Copia's shoulders as he fucked up into her, hard and fast. Her cunt, already clenching up around him.

"Ah…Lia yes, take all of me. I wanna cum so much…cum deep inside you. You feel so good amore. Cum for me again, sí" Copia whined, his cock barely holding back as it shuttered inside her.

"Mmm..sí don't stop. Ah right there!" Lia cried out as Copia shifted himself around inside her, lifting her up off the counter and into the air as he thrusted away. "I'm cumming!" Lia called out as she beared down on him, her body hugged tightly around his girth. The pressure was so intense Copia let out a hiss as his cock kicked, spilling himself inside her.

Copia and Lia held each other, the clock ticking away for Copia to be announced. "You better go get cleaned up and get your paints on before we get in trouble." Lia laughed.

"I suppose so." Copia whined as he pulled his softened cock from Lia's swollen cunt. Both morning the loss as Copia ran off to the bathroom to clean himself up. "I'll be quick." He yelled as he disappeared around the corner. Lia was dizzy, but very satisfied as she waited for him.

The moment had come. The announcers came on, as Copia and Lia waited for the moment he was to enter the field. Burn Baby Burn began to play and Copia knew it was time. Lia patted him on the butt as he left for the field, sending her a smile as he continued.

"...Papa Emeritus the Fourth!" They called out, Copia making his way out to the field proudly. Lia watched him, looking so handsome in his White Sox uniform. The "PAPA IV" stitched so proudly on the back. Copia had his bat and glove in hand, and a pep in his step provided by his Prime Mover.

She knew it was a powerful moment for him and when the time came he did wonderfully. A smile on his face and the crowd cheering for him. He could tell he was happy, and proud of himself. Lia knew that little Vinnie would be proud of his Papa too and so was she.

#ghost #copia #papa iv #papa emeritus iv #ghaseball #opening pitch papa #papa iv x oc lia #copia x oc lia #ghost fan fics #ghost fanfiction #ghost fics #you asked i answered #ghost smut #ghost smut writer #ao3 smut writer #ao3 smut #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #ren writes

[merv606]

Me again! I asked requested demanded begged about Daniel using his mechanic skills in Mercy to make a second escape…

Fine, I’ll write it myself 😆

Daniel’s (2nd) Great Escape

Daniel pulls some Leverage shit (if you’re a fan, see S3E8 The Boost Job to see a visual) and starts a car without the key and peels out like it’s Formula 1.

Terry: Where the Hell did he get the key for that vehicle?!

Goon #3: *wordlessly holds up keyfob*

All four of them pile into a car to chase him.

Goon #1: (into walkie) Activate the killswitch on Vehicle 8.

Their car suddenly goes dead.

Terry: What happened?! GET THIS CAR MOVING!!

Goon #1: *suddenly stops and looks in glove compartment and finds the killswitch* SUNUVA—!!!!!

Terry: What?!

Goon #1: He threw the killswitch in here!

Terry: Turn it off!

Goon #1: We can’t! It shuts down the system, rebooting it’ll take ten minutes minimum.

Goon #2: What is he? NASCAR? CIA?

Terry: *giving a frustrated chuckle* He’s a mechanic.

All three goons groan.

Goon #1: We still might have the GPS and tracking device. (to goon number 2) Check ‘em out. (on walkie) Be on the look out for a vehicle number 8. I repeat - be on the look out for vehicle number 8. Target is still on the move. If found — approach with caution and handle with care. Remember our orders, gentlemen!

Goon #2: … GPS is disabled… tracking device is located back in the garage…

Goon #3: Fuckin’ mechanics…

Goon #1: (to goon #2) Override the GPS then! We’ll get him back, Sir. There’s no way he’s gonna find his way out of here… unless he knows how to drive a commercial boat?… (on walkie) Secure any and all means of transportation! I repeat — Secure any and all means of transportation! NO ONE gets off this island!

They eventually get Daniel back after he realizes Terry was serious about being on an island - because of course he was.

Terry (very much NOT calm): What were you doing, Danny?

Daniel (deadpans, shrugging): Got bored and went for a drive. Had a nice time… Terry… where are your pants?…

👆🏻👆🏻👆🏻

Sometimes, when you want something done right, you have to do it yourself!

“Terry …. Where are your pants?…..” took me out lol

#brilliant #ask #i got an ask 🤩 #mercy is a sharp knife #Daniel Larusso #a man of many talents #cobra kai #karate kid #terry silver #silverusso #silverrusso

[introvertbard]

Yet more Anakin musings

I accidentally deleted my near-finished draft about this, and now I have to type it back up, so a lot of my original parallels will be missing, ugh. Content warning for slavery and especially the lack of autonomy that comes with it.

So it’s no secret that Anakin’s unhealthy attachment to Padmé gets stronger every time a humanoid male so much as blinks in her direction, and he overreacts so damn much.  I was just wondering how the powerlessness of his secret marriage, where he is Padmé’s husband but cannot ACT LIKE IT in public, is yet another way that he might consider the Jedi to be slave-owners under a different name.

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Anakin grew up as a slave on Tatooine, and I wonder just how FRAGILE the idea of marriage would be for the poor folks there, and especially the slaves.

All sorts of shit can happen--a raid or a gangster fight in Mos Espa will kill one of you while you’re just doing your business, and then the survivor has a VERY high likelihood of going from “free” to “slave” by the next morning. But even if you both survive, there is no guarantee that your impending new master wants two new mouths to feed, and there’s a small chance that you can go rescue your spouse.

You could be injured; you could have relatives and children to feed at home; you could just NOT HAVE much more than a blaster and a speeder, compared to the Hutts who have DOZENS of people at the palace alone.

Cliegg Lars tried to rescue Shmi from the Tusken Raiders with a posse of thirty moisture-farmers. They came back with FOUR, and Cliegg was missing a leg. I’m pretty sure that the reason he felt like he could do that was because 1) Owen is grown already, and 2) he’s got a girlfriend for support. A newly disabled man would NOT be able to get enough help on a farm from a young child, especially one who is ALSO traumatized from losing his stepmother to raiders.

Meanwhile, on the lesser end of the scale, some merchant might be doing business with you, a moisture-farmer, and they end up taking a shine to you or your spouse or another HOPEFULLY GROWN relative, so they offer to spend the night in exchange for [buying less water] / [paying more money]. And it’s like, very few people WANT a relative and especially a spouse to be prostituted if they can help it, but the merchant has more money, more rank, and at least a COUPLE of trained guards around to take care of their cargo. There is also a very high risk that refusing to sleep with them means they’ll stop doing business with you entirely, so can you AFFORD to say no?

So here’s Anakin Skywalker, who grew up enslaved with a single mother on the ass end of the universe. Nine-year-old Anakin couldn’t protect his mother or himself from their masters, because nine-year-olds are tiny and they’re not supposed to take on adult responsibilities--but even if he was older and bigger and stronger, he would NOT BE ALLOWED to protect her.

He knows this because Shmi wasn’t allowed to protect him. Watto’s got a gambling habit and he forces Ani to enter in podracing as a child. It’s dangerous as fuck, and humans are ill-suited for it. Shmi is terrified for his safety, but she is not allowed to tell Watto to stop endangering her child, because he is legally Watto’s property. Anakin is not allowed to refuse running in Space-Nascar.

“But he’s GOOD AT IT, and he’s got THE FORCE to help him!” Yeah, but Anakin’s pilot skills and Force-sensitivity really only amount to letting him survive long enough for Watto to... what? Keep fucking gambling with him?

Talented slaves are still SLAVES, they’re just more exciting than regular ones.

Shmi and Anakin have tracking chips on their bodies that their masters could detonate if they get too “difficult,” or try to escape.

Anakin and Shmi and other slaves who got implants don’t know where the chips are on them. Anakin is trying to make a scanner to locate them, under Watto’s nose. The slaves were most likely sedated, implanted with it during some other medical procedure, or they were just too young to remember.

Even without the chip, Watto could “just” beat her, or Anakin, or BOTH OF THEM, for protesting. He hasn’t done it (in canon?), but their former masters or other slaves’ masters do, and this threat hangs over Anakin and Shmi all the time. He hasn’t beaten them, but other people beat their slaves.

Ten years later, Anakin is grown up and married to Padmé--but he’s not supposed to be married as a Jedi, or he will be expelled, and her own reputation is definitely at stake if people know she's “corrupted” a high-profile space-monk, so he’s now forced to watch men hit on her or try to ask her out for dates. Are you really “married” if you can’t ACT like a husband and wife in public?

Can you get married if you’re a slave? What does that MEAN for them? Their spouses would be pimped out to their masters’ clients, or be forced to have sex with the masters themselves. Poor people would get solicited by rich folks, and forced to weigh their emotions versus money/resources. Or they just wouldn’t be able to protect their loved ones from assault by people with more social status, more money, more blasters, just more of everything, and you have to DEAL WITH IT and pick up the pieces as best you can.

And in real life, marriage between slaves could be seen as a “positive” in that “YAY, YOU GET MORE SLAVES!” Or “look, I’m not THAT bad--I let you have RELATIONSHIPS!”

It could be seen as a neutral because you can’t micromanage EVERY SINGLE PART of your slaves’ lives, so what’s the harm if they keep doing their jobs?

It could also be a “negative” because now the master has more mouths to feed, and humans take a long time to grow up, or their once-obedient slave starts acting up when their spouse/relative gets pimped out or forced into dangerous jobs, and now you have to sell one off (or THREATEN to sell one of them off) to keep them quiet.

And with Anakin growing up to be Stonking Hot Hayden Christensen, who was already solicited/lusted-after by multiple women as a forbidden-fruit Jedi, I can only imagine how much WORSE that would be on Tatooine if he had still been a slave and at the mercy of whoever wants him.

Adult slaves would almost certainly be compartmentalizing “non-coerced sex,” with no power or resources attached, compared to: “sex for money,” “sex for physical safety,” “getting barked at by their master to sleep with someone,” and all the other ways that they cannot control their sexual relationships.

It reminds me of Anakin and Obi-Wan’s dialogue before their final battle in Revenge of the Sith--everyone knows he has a hard time taking responsibility for himself, but I also find it telling that he doesn’t blame Padmé either, at least not for long.

When Obi-Wan gets out of the ship, Anakin at first calls Padmé a liar and force-chokes her in a rage, but he gets this horribly confused look on his face and THEN he starts screaming at Obi-Wan:

“YOU TURNED HER AGAINST ME!”

She said she loved him thirty seconds ago. She didn’t WANT to turn against him, she didn’t WANT TO lie, she didn’t WANT Obi-Wan to kill him--but he made her do it, because slaves don’t get choices.

“YOU WILL NOT TAKE HER FROM ME!”

Obi-Wan wants Padmé or their child or both. She wants to stay with Anakin. She’s carrying Anakin’s child. But Obi-Wan will take her anyway, because slaves don't get to pick who they want.

OBI-WAN MADE HER DO THINGS SHE DIDN’T WANT TO DO! THAT HAPPENS ALL THE TIME ON TATOOINE! This totally makes sense to Anakin’s formerly-enslaved and Sith-fueled brain!

Shmi could not protect her son, and Padmé cannot protect her husband, and Anakin couldn’t protect his mother, and now Anakin cannot protect Padmé or Baby Skywalker, and he’s seething like a cornered animal.

Meanwhile, Obi-Wan is clearly having an entirely different conversation, because he thinks Anakin is 1) an equal and 2) in his right mind.

Like, the man just kept telling Anakin to “LET GO OF HER!!!” With words. After rewatching the scene years later, I just keep thinking “OBI-WAN, SHE CAN'T BREATHE! YOU GOTTA FUCKING TACKLE HIM! OR PUNCH HIM! USE THE FORCE! DO IT NOW!”

But that’s also me 1) watching this from my safe living room, and 2) being a fairly normal person, who was not indoctrinated by warrior-priests to chant away your hard emotions.

So Obi-Wan didn’t know, or didn’t realize, or didn’t want to admit, that Anakin is going off the rails, and in times like these, you need to fucking MAKE HIM stop choking Padmé. But now she’s unconscious and Anakin’s screaming at Obi-Wan and he’s IGNITING HIS LIGHTSABER.

Canonically, the novel of ROTS says Obi-Wan left Anakin on Mustafar because he couldn’t bring himself to properly kill him, so it is also very likely that Obi-Wan was fucking shocked out of his mind and couldn’t bring himself to HIT Anakin, his padawan and brother-figure, not even to make him stop choking Padmé.

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Musings on Anakin’s Mental Damage Loop:

So Anakin calls Padmé his wife and he calls himself her husband, but they are publicly not-married because the Jedi can’t get married. He cannot protect her from men who think she’s single, like his mother couldn’t protect him from being a living gambling chip, like he couldn’t protect his mother from Tusken Raiders.

And he calls himself free, but he can’t bear to leave the Jedi Order because that is all he knows, and he thinks he owes them something, and he believes them when they say he’s Special, and he is always hurt when The Masters Do Not Love Him.

He wants to free the slaves when he’s nine years old, but ten years later, he wants to be a master of the Galaxy. He says he will be a Good Master, because he once lived in terror of Bad Masters, and he knows what they do and he knows that he Will Not Do That. He doesn’t realize that he shouldn’t want to be a master, that he’s just going in circles with who gets to be in chains this time, BECAUSE THERE’S NO THERAPY IN A GALAXY FAR, FAR AWAY.

And he calls himself An Adult, but he runs off against orders, he flies too fast and lands too hard, he sulks or throws tantrums at twenty years old, because he has learned that Bad Kids Get ACKNOWLEDGED, even if it hurts and he hates being treated like a child, because he’s acting like a child.

He keeps saying things he does are not his fault, because Slaves Don't Get Choices. He WANTS TO be a person, he WANTS TO make choices, but he doesn’t realize he already is a person and he’s made choices, lots of them. That’s almost certainly a part of why he’s so reckless--because at his core, regardless of what he says or believes, maybe Anakin’s still not used to the idea that his actions matter to people, because slaves don’t matter to people.

Anakin hasn't broken out of his conditioning because the Jedi unknowingly ENFORCE it, both with their hierarchy and with their mishandling of him as an individual. They’re barely equipped to deal with REGULAR children, let alone a damaged kid that was freed from slavery last week, so ten years later, they think he’s just acting up like regular people do, and they dress him down for being foolhardy and tell him to SHUT UP AND LISTEN. They don’t know why this makes him MORE mad, why he won’t control himself and acts foolhardy again, and rinse and repeat.

Because what kind of CONTROL has this man known? Not when he was born into slavery, not when Another Master bought him and his mother, and not when Another Master gambled him off WITHOUT his mother. And he is not able to control when Qui-Gon dies, when he’s taken from Shmi, when he gets a crush on the very first pretty girl he sees, because he’s not used to dealing with death or loss or affection as a Person Who Experiences Things, instead of a Slave That Things Happen To, and so the emotional tidal waves of PRETTY GIRL IS NICE TO ME and MOM ISN’T COMING ON THE SHIP and QUI-GON JINN IS DEAD and OBI-WAN IS MY NEW MASTER overwhelm the poor kid, like they’re forces of nature.

He wasn't in control when someone drafted him into a war and told him to go on this mission or that mission, or that one and that one and that one, for three fucking years.

He cannot control Padmé Amidala, or Shmi Skywalker, or Ahsoka Tano, or Obi-Wan Kenobi, or anyone else he loves in his too-hard-and-too-fast manner, and he clutches them in his vice-grip because he knows they soothe the frothing pain in his soul, but he thinks he needs other people to make the pain stop, because he thinks he can't control himself.

#anakin skywalker #star wars #content warning #slavery

[justagalwhowrites]

hello love!

I hope you’re doing amazing and taking care of yourself I wanted to ask you since we gotta till 2025 for season 2 of TLOU I don’t know what to watch in the meantime so what shows or movies do you like or recommend???

OMG hi lovely!

I'm doing great thank you so much for asking! I hope you are, too!!

I haven't been watching much lately, I've been spending basically all my downtime writing lol BUT here's some stuff that I've generally enjoyed over the past few (maybe 10?) years!

Shows:

The Sopranos - Watched this right at the start of the pandemic and almost immediately saw why it was considered one of the best TV shows ever made. The idea of a mob boss going to a therapist? 10/10, fabulous. (HBO/Max)

The Newsroom - I'm a former journalist and lover of Aaron Sorkin so this show was addictive for me. Give me a good walk and talk dialogue sequence any day. Season one is far and away the best but the other two ain't bad. (HBO/Max)

Crazy Ex-Girlfriend - This show was CRIMINALLY underrated. Several new musical numbers every episode, the writing is so damn brilliant it should be taught in school if it's not already. It also tackles mental health beautifully and is hilarious without being overly silly. (Netflix)

Fleabag - Brilliant, insightful, funny and heartbreaking all at once. Phoebe Waller Bridge is a genius. The worst thing about it is that it's so damn short. (Amazon)

Andor - Probably the best Star Wars series so far (SORRY MANDO I LOVE YOU SO MUCH) the storytelling and character work here is so damn good. If you haven't seen it yet, make it a priority. (Disney+)

Movies:

Baby Driver - A love letter to what you can do with sound in film, it's got so much to enjoy. Great performances, editing that's pure genius, excellent storytelling with fun action and a great script. Watch it if you haven't!

500 Days of Summer - in my opinion, this is the best "romantic comedy" (not sure it can REALLY be called that) since When Harry Met Sally. A really critical look at what it means to put the idea of someone over the actual person, it's funny and insightful while making its point.

Promising Young Woman - It's dark and funny and truthful and cathartic all at once. It's a movie length middle finger to the patriarchy and I'm all about it.

Knives Out - Everyone's probably already seen this but the fact that Daniel Craig plays a southern gay detective and is having the time of his life now that he's free of James Bond, it brings me so much joy. The mystery is great, the performances are top tier, it's damn near flawless. Will watch at any time. (Adjacent recommendation: Logan Lucky, a heist movie with a bunch of rednecks robbing a NASCAR race including Daniel Craig debuting his kooky southern drawl. Super fun!)

Nightcrawler - This was one that was super underrated (even though it was up for Best Original Screenplay at the oscars), a noir psychological thriller about a stringer who shoots video freelance for local TV stations. The appetite for bloody content pushes him further than you would expect. It's dark but so well done!

These might be a bit all over the map but hopefully there's some stuff here you've never seen and it's helpful!

Thank you for asking and for being here! Love you!

#ask #tv recs #movie recs

[ledenews]

‘Tis the Season to Be Very Thankful

I’ve referred to it as the “top of the year.” It’s the end of one year, and the beginning of the next.  It’s a time for friends, family and reflection. The holiday season kicks off with over-eating turkey and ends with a brand-spanking new year in which to make a difference. The next four weeks are going to be a great time, and while not directly productive, it will pay huge dividends in the upcoming year … and on that, you can depend. It’s been a year when I’ve stopped referring to our offspring as children. They are truly adults, with their own lives, and their own families. I’m thankful that in spite of their parents’ little foibles and eccentricities, they turned out just fine … happy, productive members of society. They have learned to be pretty good family, too! Just as I’ve learned to be a better parent. I’ve had the blessing to be the alpha male for the first dozen years in my 12-year-old granddaughter’s life. That brightly burning torch has been passed to strong, capable and caring hands, and I’m supremely confident and thankful for his abilities. I’m so thankful for my friends and acquaintances, who are such an important part of the tapestry of my life. I’ve learned awesome things from them, some of which I’ll use, and some of which is interesting “knowledge for the sake of knowledge”. Eric challenged me to know the difference between cast and forged (it’s not trivial). His method of doing so was a page out of one of his bosses’ book, and that bit of knowledge will stick with me forever. Rick educated me on tribology, and it drove home a point that more is not always better, but sometimes it needs to be “just right”. I was invited by a retired NASCAR crew chief to “get on down here and help me build some engines”, probably the highest compliment he will give. At one friend’s urging, I went to a pen convention (mostly fountain pens), and it was simply amazing and eye-opening. So many bits of knowledge and observations, lovingly given and gratefully received. I’m grateful for every day in which I learn something and every moment in which I react as a thinking, caring being. Just a little bit better, every day. I’ll also remain a change agent - a “Pro Troublemaker” who embraces change and leads from wherever I happen to be, in an effort to add value. While I’m not always successful, there is nothing better than getting home at night with that smile that says you made someone think, shared what you learned from life, and possibly, just possibly, made the outcome a little bit better. I’m thankful for the friend who invited me to participate in a committee where I’m the outlier. The lone numbers person in a sea of those who “feel”. Selfishly, I learned so much about their point of view, and they now understand what “the metric of success” is, especially when they are spending money taken from taxpayers. It might appear to be a win-win situation, but trust me, I’ve learned much more about their point of view than they have of mine. I’m grateful for all of them. Good people endeavoring to make a difference. There is nothing better. I’m reminded that I’m no longer in “the target demographic,” and that the current generation in charge is running the show. They have different priorities from my generation, and I know their solutions are going to be different. While different is not always better, better is always different. They “got this,” and I say that with heartfelt enthusiasm and gratitude. They are going to rock it and do great. I’m grateful for this holiday season, and all that it offers. I hope our paths cross, and that we can both be grateful for the exchange. Read the full article

[the-firebird69]

The Top Manufacturers of Formula 1 Cars – Montreal Grand Prix

They don't even let him figure it out and it's not these people here and it's not us and it's a Max and they don't want him to know that Dodge isn't there forcing their Chevys in there and you can tell they have the stupid names like Red Bull racing they don't make a car some other dumb names he just sponsors and they don't make a team up and make their own car. And he knows that much and he knows that dodgers in there and that Chrysler's not which is really Plymouth and he wants to make a Chrysler car which is really Plymouth and she's got Dodge cars that are in there already and they were doing it for quite some time and I guess they did pull out and they stopped racing and then recently dropped out of NASCAR those stories are true I think it is they're going to get back in now and she's going to come up with it and she's also Ford and she's going to help design them won't be too hard to hit our base to design with the body looks like but his task is pretty tough for being where he is yes design it from nothing but basically looks like the dodgers

I'm going to have to help because he can't do it from where he is but he can help here but he said the Dodge charger the Dodge Challenger and those cars look a little like it but really it's the one you looked at this afternoon which is the road runner and the one that he looked at all sorts of duster and the guy called it a roadrunner the whole time and it's a Plymouth duster it's a different class and I guess I'm making fun of you and it wasn't Paul dodos it's Trump, and it might be you doing it because you're an ass too and you're a stupid motorcycle matches the color but I know what a duster is you dick and I don't know why you wouldn't I'm young and I can identify what the cars are even though once in the 50s he's trying to get real mad instead I did it on purpose he said screaming it said stop it all I messed up as s*** thin.

Said laughing about as much but who the hell cares he says I don't want to talk about this s*** and I'm starting to see something because mad now when you're talking about him you want some Dead and gone it doesn't work he doesn't want him there he's trying to harm him all the time and we're not respecting it is what it looks like and sounds like it feels like it seems like it kind of is we don't want to do it on purpose and don't want him to get hurt and he's stuck there he doesn't want him satiated he want him heated up 24 hours a day so we have to do stuff to him to get rid of him actually I'm going to honor what he's saying and honor him and stop laughing about him too it's wasting my damn time the whole stupid universe is watching me and they're talking about this moronic retard and pushing stuff through them so get rid of the idiots doing it I'm sending the order now

Thor Freya

It's a Plymouth duster and John remillard doesn't want Thor and Freya help me design it and they don't want it back in action and the max don't want it back in action but most of this weak f** next door who should be dead as I ordered him dead

Zues Hera

Great he's pushing people around I've had it I'm ordering it now the guy's freaking dead

Thor Freya

This several designs no there's the duster which is a class

And the roadrunner and that's a class

And the super b a class b, and all we did reckoning the rest of my life or in blue jeans but I will I'm going to go forward and say adventure guess that that's where class b came from was the super Bee itself and it's a car that Dave my brother made for his wife somewhat and made with him and he loved her

Zues

I honor you and I respect you and I believe that's what he did and that's why it's us not just you and we have to both rejuvenate and I'm getting mad I wasn't doing a lot crap but this guy next door is and Thor Freya I have to help design it but you're right. And we're going to go ahead and ask them to help and see if they can figure out what they're doing cuz really they're getting to people and it's angry we want them gone it's just these pissy assholes but they're dangerous to him there's way too many here you can't even breathe.

Hera

So the super Bee is class b

The roadrunner is like the same size as the duster

Zues

It's a little bit smaller not incredibly much and John reward you're gone you're dead I'm going to issue it now to my people I'm going to get approval and you're freaking out I can't stand you freak you f****** loser yeah why don't you just think your whole ship and say one and for crazy why does it tell people what you're up to you suicidal crap

And what a name who you are everywhere he goes there you are I got to stop it and he's been ordering it requesting it demanding more troops and people I'm going to get everybody in a meeting right now we didn't do a damn thing but make it worse I want to know why didn't come in here and stop him like I told you to what the f*** are people doing

Thor Freya

How do you run your program with a bunch of f*** and weeklings and pussies are you stand up and be men I'm tired from my man doing this to me you people are mine you listen I'm a real man I've been struggling under all their weight and I'm asking you to take some of the weight and what the hell do you do you stuff this f**** to me 50,000 times today what it's supposed to be zero it's it's so the performance of yours as a military force here is so invisible I don't know what the f*** you're really doing if anything

Zues

It's good to hear cuz it's absolutely true that was so abysmal that we should be demoted we should have a rank taken away all sorts of stuff, it's not cuz it ganged up on us so you tired of the day thing I'm running up a report and saying it's so abysmal I'm thinking of interviewing people he says f*** you just interview people this is the way we are we have to be because this kind of gay s*** I don't want to rely on gay f****** p**** retards who have up everybody to come near including us our plan has to succeed it has to these people are f*** ups in there either way mucking up the way we think it's in order to do it I don't care what other states we're questioning people I'm going ahead and doing it now it's an independent study of my right to do it

This f****** assholes to do a job they don't do

Frank Castle hardcastle

I know it looks that way I know it seems that way I know it feels that way he's on me every second of the day how can I be a leader you dumb a******

Zues

Okay I'll take no you won't take it with a grain of salt you take it on the chin and go outside and try and sell hamburgers from McDonald's actually I see what you're saying it's ridiculous it's a sea I'm saying you guys jamming and I'm sending me against me there's one thing that something for the cause this is obscene it is obscene

[lafeae]

L K and Q for the ask meme!

L: what’s the weirdest AU you’ve come up with?

Somehow I feel like we could be here all day with this one. If there’s an AU, I’ve probably thought of it at least once, unless it was crossover, and even then, I did a very strange crossover waaaaaay back when.

There’s actually a toss-up: one is a Yu-Gi-Oh crossover I did with House M.D.

Plot: Kaiba is a wealthy benefactor to Princeton-Plainsboro hospital because House was able to diagnose Mokuba with an ataxia syndrome. While he’s there, he has a seizure and the team has to find out what’s wrong with him. I don’t recall what sort of disease he had, but at one point they thought it was Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease, what is commonly called Mad-Cow Disease. It wasn’t that, that was the ‘scary’ diagnosis before they found out the real reason. Unfortunately, I don’t know what the real disease was.

This story is a beautiful combination of my nerdy fandoms, and if I was actually a doctor, I might have been able to write it convincingly.

Second: An Inuyasha stockcar/NASCAR AU

Plot: Sesshomaru is a driver who gets into a really bad accident on the track and ends up paralysed (I think?) and the power of love and hope from Rin helps him heal, and also there’s a big battle on the racetrack with Naraku at the end because there’s also magic still in this world, but I don’t remember anything other than what I told you. I was 13/14. It was not good.

K: Whats the angstiest plot you’ve come up with?

One that wasn’t shared and I exclusively kept in a notebook when I was a moody teenager ~16.

Kaiba is also an edgy teenager, he’s dealing with his literal internal self still talking to him. It was a very amateur look at depression and how e vis ourselves that more or less climaxed with him having a chess match with himself, and every wrong move he made, a corrosive goo was eating? him, threatening to let the “bad” version takeover. I think now I might be able to manage the plot about like….self-consuming depression and how it reflects on the outside better, but really it was an edg-y version of depression, self-hate, suicidal overtones with no actual plot other than suffering. Nothing like…tying it up.

It did spawn a poem I still remember:

Mirror, mirror

On the wall

Don’t you care about me at all?

Why do you show me this horrid scene?

Why do you show me this horrid thing?

You love to give the thing I despise

And yet offer nothing to idolize

I rip you apart,

Into cracks

In hopes you go away

Mirror, mirror

I will look at you one day

And I will say:

I think I like you better that way

Because when you’re shattered, you don’t mock me

And you don’t make me feel ashamed

(There’s another stanza, about getting better and loving yourself, but I actually don’t remember it. This is the best recollection I have of a poem/drawing that I ripped up a loooooong ago).

But yes, all the angst. All the edge.

Q: Any discarded plot lines/scenes/stories?

I had a whole ass story idea with three different chapters or so, set in Edo Perios Japan, wherein that Jounouchi is possibly a supernatural entity of some sort, but he’s thrown into a daimyo’s castle jail because he’s an unwanted foreigner possibly spreading Christianity which was very…unwanted at the time. They also barely let in any foreigners besides the Dutch.

The truth of the plot was that he knew a Hyakki Yagyō—a ghost parade in Japanese folklore—was due to pass through the town with the castle. He was something like a witch who could sense these things, perhaps even a half-demon (hadn’t decided), but his rambling just came off as crazy. So eventually, he was going to get just Kaiba and Mokuba out of the castle before it caught fire, mostly because he can convince the brothers and become a little enamoured with Kaiba, but also because Kaiba and Mokuba are under rather brutal conditions from Gozaburo, the daimyo of the castle, who pretty much would feed his sons to the wolves for a shred of power from the shogun.

So yeah.

Here’s what I did get done: The Jailhouse Fire

Thank you for the asks!

#ask memes #weird plots #tw: depression #tw: suicidal mention

[nickgerlich]

I Want To Be Elected

There are only a little more than six weeks remaining before mid-term elections. There are many important seats up for grabs, not to mention governorships. Candidates and their marketing teams are going all out, not just distributing yard signs, but now speaking to us through social media.

But it’s not like the candidate adverts we see on Facebook and Instagram are  blasted out to the entire universe. No, they are paid placements, and they are placed with extreme precision based on user profiling. Believe it or not, your music preferences, the stores you frequent, the sports teams you support, TV shows you watch, and more are now being used as predictors.

We can thank Meta, owner of Facebook and Instagram, for making all of these data points available. It’s called “Detailed Targeting,” and more likely than not, your habits as a consumer, be it music, restaurants, sports, whatever, are reflections of where you stand politically.

To be fair, Meta did ban targeting based on interests in social issues, causes, or specific politicians. Apparently, all the other little bread crumbs we leave behind tell everything that the candidates want—and need—to know.

Thus, a conservative candidate will likely be interested in those who love NASCAR, hunting, listening to Ted Nugent and Joe Rogan, and dining at Chick-fil-A. Liberal candidates will seek out those with very different tastes, like craft breweries, progressive menus, EVs, and maybe some jazz fusion. Instead of shotgun advertising, this is audience-of-one.

It is interesting to note that the candidates and their marketing people do not see these ads so much as a way to sway voters across the aisle, but rather to reinforce established practices, and also to help raise funds for their campaigns. I would go so far as to say they might just grab the Undecided vote, though, or those in the middle.

Here in Texas, we are facing a showdown between incumbent Republican Governor Greg Abbott and his Democratic foe, Beto O’Rourke. I have not seen one ad for Abbott, but  have seen quite a few for O’Rourke. I guess the interests and so forth that Meta can glean from my posts and any other information I have revealed tell them I would be likely to vote for O’Rourke, as well as chip in a few bucks. Abbott, apparently, has given up on me.

There is always a danger when you rely on profiling, because you might just get it wrong. I’ll leave it at that.

But I do give O’Rourke credit for a very creative grassroots fundraising campaign, in which he asks for a measly $3-$5. He’s clearly positioning himself as an “everyman” candidate, and you don’t have to be rich to donate. He’ll take your money. Or, as I was kidding with someone a few months ago, they should have hit me with “Buy Beto A Beer.”

You might be wondering how all of the information is collected. Every time you check in at a place, you have most certainly announced your pleasure with it. Every music video you post or share does likewise. Your travels, the foods you eat, your vehicle, the books you read…all are indicators. And remember when you logged in to Spotify (or some other site) using Facebook? Yeah, you implicitly allowed to cross-sharing all of your data. Your playlists just became common knowledge over at Meta.

It is almost cliche anymore, but the truth has never been clearer: If you aren’t paying for the product (meaning social media), then you are the product. Teams of data miners are working overtime to figure out everything they can about you.

And if they can convince you to vote for their candidate, as well as send money, they will have done their job. Don’t want to be profiled? Be careful what you post anywhere. Or, just go back to listening to the radio and getting all of your news from the paper. And in a little more than six weeks, it will all be behind us.

Dr “Vote For Me“ Gerlich

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[jessejunkocreates]

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[anxiousauthor89]

Hands

The drive back to the graveyard was eerie. A thunderstorm swept through the city and hail rained down with a powerful force. It was safe to say Myricle’s rage matched the weather. Her mind painted gut wrenching images of her daughters body in the most horrid places. This wasn’t a random hit. Someone knew what she had done...or maybe they knew who she came from. Both were a pretty good reason to damage her in such a way. 

“I dont know how long we can stay yall....we gotta go...we done done too much here.” Myricle said as they stopped at the light. “We know sis...but we gotta see whats up...we gotta find our mama too mane....my ol girl in trouble i can feel it...” Joseph replied. “Yea...she fucked up mane I cant feel her love nomore...” Jeremiah mumbled with tears in his eyes. “Head up boy, we good.” Joseph rubbed his brothers head; breathing deep to fight his own tears. The twins have always had a very strong connection with each other and their mom. Danger had hit them where it hurts. 

Myricle felt horrible. Joy was already gone. That was a fact. But these men had no answer for where their mother was. And as a child that has missed her own mother, she fell into the compassion she felt. “Turn left. We going to find ya mama first. Whoever has Joy already did what they gon do. We still might have time for your mama..” Myricle spoke sternly. She knew how much they respected her. And now it was her turn to show them how much she truly cares. This time, they come first. The twins were shocked but relieved. “Thank you sis.” They said in unison. Traffic was backed up and it looked like a block party was in session. Police cars were lined up on the street. Medical examiner vans and yellow tape was spotted from the corner. Without another peep the car sped up to NASCAR speed. “NO NO!! WE CANT HAVE CONTACT WITH THE LAW!!! PULL OVER WITH THE CROWD!!” For the first time Myricle screamed at them rather than to them. Her chest heaving and grabbing them both by the arm as she squeezed between the two front seats; she waited for an answer. None was given. Instead the car came to a slow stop, right in the middle of the crowd as instructed. Joseph passed out dark sunglasses to everyone, and they all put on either a hoodie or a hat. They could by no means be recognized. There was no way they could get caught. Moves still had to be made. They sat quietly and rolled the windows down. There were so many police and detectives walking on the porch it was hard to tell what was in front of the door. “Damn they need to fuckin skurt mane I cant see and I’m gettin hot, a nigga finna just say fuck it and go up there fuck all dat.” Joseph spat violently. “On my life right nah boooyy!” Jeremiah chimed in. As if the boys in blue heard the harsh request, a single file line formed and the porch was clear. A few of them were crying. One stopped to throw up in the grass. In the doorway, just beyond the first screen door, was a sight even the most evil could never forget. Hanging from the porch ceiling with an old rope, was Joseph and Jeremiah’s mother. Blood dripping from her chin, stab wounds all over her. Her neck had been broken, her head shaved, and her lips sewn shut.  As if seeing her there wasn’t enough, all eyes slowly looked down to find that she was holding something. Before anyone could make a sound, Myricle furiously removed her sunglasses and stepped out of the car. Standing there focusing her eyes, praying they deceived her Myricle recognized parts of what she saw. “Naw....naw aint no fuckin way....naw mane..” Myricle began to sob and collapse against the car. The twins jumped out helping her put her glasses back on. “Sshhhh...Chill sis lets just go...” Joseph cried hardly able to get his words out. “I wanna go cuz I’ma kill someone cuz I knew she was hurt!” Jeremiah held Myricle and sobbed with her. “I cant go....do you see what shes holding? LOOK AT HER!” Myricle yelled forgetting all about not getting caught. “LOOK HARD!! THOSE RINGS!! THE NAILS!! FUCKIN LOOK!! Its Joy!! “Its...” Myricle choked through her tears. “My baby....shes holding her....hands...” 

[dresssyria93]

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[t-made]

Chase Elliott | COTA Winner

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[dontshootmespence]

Possessive

Summary: After months of denying his feelings for you, Spencer sees you dancing with another man at a bar. Jealousy takes over and everything bubbles to the surface.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Male Reader

Word Count: 1,648

Warnings: Shameless smut, oral and anal sex, anal fingering, use lube folks, jealous Spencer, fuckinggg.

A/N: I have had quite a few requests for more male reader fics with Spencer. This anon asked for one where Spencer and the reader like each other but are just friends because they’ve never wanted to cross that line, but after Spencer sees the reader dancing with another guy at the bar he takes the reader home and shows him who he belongs to. :D

After watching Y/N flirt with nearly every man at the bar, Spencer couldn’t take it anymore. With a determination he should’ve had long ago, he shoved his way through the throngs of people to where Y/N stood with someone else. “Spence, what are you doing here?” He asked, his million-watt smile flashing across his face. 

“Just here to let off some steam after the case,” he replied. A muscle ticked in his jaw and he knew Y/N could see it. They were all profilers. It didn’t take a genius to figure out there were unspoken feelings bubbling to the surface. “You?”

“Same.” He replied. For a moment, Y/N turned his attention to the man standing next to him. “John, this is Spencer. Spencer this is John.”

John leaned casually against the bar, all cool smile and endearing charm as he extended his hand to shake Spencer’s. But instead of taking it, Spencer just returned with his usual awkward wave and a curt ‘nice to meet you.’ “So John,” Spencer started, “How do you and Y/N know each other?”

Leaning over, John grazed his body against Y/N. “Just saw him on the dance floor and had to get to know him, you know?” Spencer understood more than John could ever understand. If it weren’t for those damned social niceties, he would shove himself in between John and Y/N right now. “We’ve been having such a good time I decided to buy him a drink.”

Spencer bit the inside of his cheek to keep his brain in check but it was growing more and more difficult by the second. 

“Were you planning on meeting Y/N here?” John asked. “Or was it just a coincidence?”

Confidence oozed from him in a way it hadn’t in years - maybe ever. “Actually, I was hoping to run into him. Could you excuse us for a second?” 

Without waiting for an answer, Spencer grasped Y/N by the forearm and walked toward the front door. “Spence, what are you doing? John and I were having a good time?”

“Well, I don’t want you to.” Spencer replied quickly. “Not with him.”

Y/N pivoted onto his back leg and crossed his arms over his chest. “Why?” The ‘I want to hear you say it’ was implied. They’d been dancing around this for too many years for him not to know what was going on.

Spencer sucked on his bottom lip. “Because you should be having a good time with me. We should be going out. You should be dancing with me. For years, I’ve been too much of a bitch to say anything. I’m sorry it took until now for me to say it, but I want you. With me. Not him.” God, that felt so much better. Even if Y/N were to turn him down right now, there was something about just getting it out there that pulled the weight off his shoulders. 

Glancing over his shoulder, Y/N sought out John’s face at the bar and gave him a cursory wave, the kind that let him know he wasn’t coming back to finish that drink. Like the gentleman he was, Y/N pulled out a 10 dollar bill and waved it in John’s direction, willing to pay for his own drink considering their impromptu date didn’t go anywhere. John, in turn, shook his head and waved Y/N off.

In an instant, Spencer whisked Y/N outside and toward his car. “Let’s get out of here.”

Y/N laughed, the earlier tenseness easing from his voice. “You gonna take me home?”

Spencer smiled for the first time since seeing Y/N and John at the bar. “Finally, so we can do what I’ve been imagining for years.”

“What have you been imagining?” He asked, slipping into the passenger seat of the car.

Spencer clumsily put the key in the ignition, his previous confidence starting to fall away as he stumbled over his words. “Making you - making you mine in every way imaginable.”

Swallowing against his growing need, Y/N bent over and reached into Spencer’s pants, releasing his cock from its confines just as Spencer sped out of the parking lot. “Before that, I need to do what I’ve been thinking about for years.” He spit into his hand and wrapped it around Spencer’s shaft, moving slowly up and down as he licked at the tip and tasted the tang of his pre-come. He moaned when he felt Spencer tense above him. “If you can’t control the car, the safe word is banana,” Y/N laughed.

“Are you really going to make me say banana?” Spencer jerked the wheel left as soon as the light turned green. 

“I’m basically just hoping I can make the calm and collected Dr. Spencer Reid scream banana.”

“You’re mean.”

“You love it.”

“I’m going to get you back for this, you know.” Spencer stated.

Y/N didn’t care. As Spencer’s free hand snaked into Y/N’s hair, he wrapped his lips around the head of his cock, rolling his tongue around it and pressing against that sweet spot that he knew from personal experience could drive a man insane. “Fuck, Y/N, that mouth is something else.”

Encouragement was one of the best drugs in the world, Y/N thought to himself as he took more of Spencer’s hardening cock into his mouth. Road head was always made out to be glamorous. It really wasn’t. The angle made things especially difficult. But that wasn’t going to keep him from trying. Hearing Spencer moan was too heady not to deal with a little discomfort.

Reaching into Spencer’s pants, he cupped his balls and massaged them as he bobbed his head up and down, allowing the building saliva to drip down his cock. They were going to need to use someone’s jacket to get up to the apartment if they didn’t want to make it completely obvious that Y/N had just had Spencer’s cock in his mouth. “Fuck, Y/N. I can’t...the car...I-” Spencer eased down on the brake, thankful to whatever deity existed for a red light.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” Spencer managed to choke out. Slipping his free hand into Y/N’s hair, Spencer gently pushed down on his head before cursing at the light for turning green. That light always took forever, but not now apparently. As the muscles in his stomach coiled, he saw upcoming traffic and knew he wouldn’t be able to control the car. “Banana,” he said through clenched teeth. “I’m going to combust. and crash if you don’t stop.”

Easing off, Y/N chuckled and wiped the spit from his mouth. “It’s almost worth it, but I need to see what else you have in store, so I’ll give you a break.” On the rest of the way home, Y/N lazily stroked Spencer’s cock, pulling away just as he was about to come. 

Spencer parallel parked with the expertise of a NASCAR driver, desperate to get inside. He pulled off his jacket and wrapped it around his waist. “Let’s go. I’m ready to lose it.”

“What do you want to do to me?” Y/N asked, huffing and puffing with need and slight exhaustion after running up three flights of stairs.

Once inside, Spencer slammed the door shut and pushed Y/N against the wall, his stomach pressing against the cool wood of Spencer’s front door.  “Believe it or not, I’m not so great with the words right now. I’ll show you. The second I saw you with John I realized I couldn’t do this anymore.” 

With hurried hands, Spencer unbuckled Y/N’s belt and pushed his jeans and boxers down around his ankles before reaching into a nearby furniture stand to grab a bottle of lube. “Prepared for this?” Y/N chuckled softly, whimpering when Spencer scratched his nails up Y/N’s ass. 

“I’m always prepared.” Spencer nibbled down Y/N’s neck and shoulder as he squeezed some lube into his hands. He rubbed quick circles around Y/N’s ass before slipping a finger inside and watching as his mouth dropped open. “Been thinking about this for a long time.”

“Me too,” Y/N groaned. “Long enough for me to know I don’t need the foreplay tonight.”

Spencer laughed and pulled Y/N’s head back by his hair. “Do you want my cock?” Y/N nodded. “Say it.”

“I need your cock in my ass, Spence. Fuck me.”

Quickly, Spencer lubed himself up and pressed the head of his cock to Y/N’s ass, pushing slowly as he eased himself passed the tight ring of muscle. Moaning, Y/N pushed back to take him deeper. “Fuck me. Show me how desperate you were when you saw me with John.”

At the mention of the other man’s name, Spencer sunk into Y/N’s ass and grunted. “Fuck.” Spencer reached one hand around the front and grasped Y/N’s cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. He wanted, needed, to overwhelm him with sensation. He bit down on Y/N’s earlobe and marked his way down, practically branding him with teeth marks.

“Spence, I’m gonna come,” Y/N breathed as he slipped a free hand into Spencer’s hair and pulled. “Come in my ass.”

Without another word, Spencer buried himself in Y/N and let go before feeling Y/N tense in his hand. 

“Fuckin’ hell, Spence. I never knew you could be so possessive. I think I like it. I know I like it,” he laughed, turning around and pulling Spencer’s bottom lip between his teeth.

Spencer walked Y/N back toward his bedroom and began stroking his cock again. “Believe me, that doesn’t even scratch the surface of the things I’ve imagined doing to you.”

It was going to be a long and delicious night.

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