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celestiarambles · 4 months

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Hitmen Have Feelings Too

Hii this is my contribution to JoMarina Week 2024! I'm posting this now because it's actually January 6 here in my country xD

Just a disclaimer, I have never been to a bar nor to India, so what happens in this one-shot may or may not be accurate

I apologize for any mistakes in the chapter. I hope you enjoy! (I actually enjoyed writing this lmao)

JoMarina Week 2024 Day 6 - Bonds

Summary: When Carmen takes some of the Bureau members out for a much-needed break after the disasters in India, Marina and Jonah drunkenly bond with each other, making Marina realize that Jonah wasn’t as bad as she thought he’d be.

Also cross-posted on Ao3: Hitmen Have Feelings Too - celestiamirasol - Criminal Case (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

Marina knows how beautiful she is. Her coworkers tell her that everyday, and men would immediately tell her how smitten they are with her even when they just met.

However whenever she looks at the huge scar on her neck caused by the assassination attempt she survived years ago, she would constantly think otherwise.

It’s the only thing that catches her attention whenever she would look at herself in the mirror. No kind of concealer could even cover it up. Screw it. Once she finishes up her makeup, she grabs one of her scarves on her dresser and wraps it around her neck, adjusting every fold to make sure no inch of the scar could be seen.

“Marina!” Carmen knocks on her door. “You ready to go?”

“Just a second!”

After solving a murder in Bollywood, India, Carmen and Athena invited the Bureau for some drinks for them to finally relax after the previous events that transpired recently, but only her, Angela, and Jonah decided to come along with them. Jack wanted to hang out with Lars (even though Lars was busy with his book, The Flashing Light), Ingrid declined due to work, Ripley just simply didn’t want to and Dupont was trying to learn how to play cricket. Elliot wanted to come along, but Carmen didn’t allow him to since he was underage.

When they arrived at a bar in Mumbai (whose people were able to quickly pick themselves up due to the recent flooding), the place was decently packed with people, with performers playing Bollywood music, making its nightlife alive even though the sun was only about to set.

Occasions like this are rare for the Bureau due to the demands of their job, so Marina rarely gets to drink. She doesn’t like drinking on the job, for it makes her even more stressed. But once she gets the chance to, she immediately seizes it.

“We deserve this, guys.” Athena says as she comes back with Carmen, both setting down various bottles of alcohol on the table. “When I was still a cop in Pacific Bay, we would usually go out and bond with drinks after a major case.”

“I guess we just don’t do it after what happened with the chief back then in Spain…” Carmen sighed, pouring a drink. She then slides it over to Angela. “So Angela, what’s the deal with Lars and that book? Has he finally found that spiritual enlightenment?”

Angela accepts the shot glass. The golden wedding ring shimmering in her finger caught Marina’s attention. “I don’t know, I still haven’t been able to talk any sense into him. Ever since he started reading that book, he’s been raving about the flashing light. At first, I just thought that he meant the bulb in his lab was broken. But then I realized it was the name of the guru’s book!” She quickly downs the shot. “It’s like he’s been indoctrinated!”

Being the psychologist of the team, Marina would usually help and offer advice to her teammates as a friend. However, she couldn’t think of any sensible advice to give somehow. There’s a reason why she chose to specialize in criminal psychology instead of marriage counseling, after all. All she could say was, “Maybe it’s his way of coping after his near death experience?”

“Oh. definitely.”

As the coroner continued to rant about her husband (with the agents trying to butt in with some advice along the way), she noticed how Jonah, the only guy in the group, was only simply intently listening. Or he was probably trying to. His ice cold eyes stared off at the distance, swirling the liquor in his glass before downing it, then would occasionally pour himself another one. He probably doesn’t understand the topic at hand. Why would he? Marina thought. Based on her psychoanalysis back then, hitmen like him aren’t capable of basic human empathy. Would he even be able to understand the concept of love? To her, they’re all psychopaths.

“Well, maybe we can leave early and you and Lars could have a date night together. We have the night off, after all.” Carmen suggested, smiling at her.

To Marina’s surprise, Jonah suddenly spoke up after being silent the whole time. “Yeah… maybe this time, you can properly communicate your feelings with him. It’s best for you two to open up to each other as a married couple, after all.”

“Well, I understand that the recent occurrences were traumatic to both of us… but I’ve tried my best to communicate with him. He’s been only focusing on that book he’s been reading. He wouldn’t even look at me.” Angela downed another shot. “I just want him to at least talk to me, tell me how he’s feeling…”

“We were all so busy with the recent disasters here in India, he probably hasn't fully understood what he’s feeling, so like what Marina said, turning to the guru is his way of trying to process things. At least try to understand that, and Lars should understand that you’re trying to reach out to him. Understanding’s the key to forgiveness, after all.`` Somehow, Marina could feel that Jonah’s gaze has shifted to her for a different reason. And whatever reason it may be, she didn’t like it.

“Wow Jonah, are you drunk already?” Athena laughed. “I didn’t know you could get so philosophical like that.”

“He has a side like that.” Carmen smirked, taking a sip of her drink.

She didn’t know that Jonah’s presence could annoy her even more. Why the hell did this blockhead decide to even come with us? She downed her drink and grimaced at how the liquor permeated in her throat.

After a few shots with the group, Marina decides that she had enough of Jonah’s existence and separates from them, heading straight to the bar. She called the bartender over, unconsciously twirling her hair. “Could you give me… a drink that could best describe how you think of me?”

During the rare occasions that they get to visit bars, this was Marina’s favorite game to play. She was enthralled by the raw, authentic atmosphere in bars, especially on how people wear their heart on their sleeves after getting drunk, in which they begin to show their real selves. She believes that everyone hides in a facade. And she was interested to know what bartenders would think of her so-called facade.

With a blush on his face, the bartender agreed and got to work, with Marina watching. After mixing and shaking the contents, he then poured a colorful liquid onto a shot glass, then he grabbed a lighter and set the alcohol aflame. “Sweet and feisty, just like you. And with a hint of vodka, too.”

Amused, Marina took a spoon to diffuse the flame. “Is it that obvious?”

“Your Russian accent? Definitely. It makes you hotter, may I add.”

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Oldest trick in the book. Once the flame was smothered, she downed the drink. She could taste the heat in her mouth, but there was definitely a hint of sweetness to it.

“How is it?” “Do we have a problem, buddy?” Like a menacing guard dog, Jonah approached the bar and glared at the bartender, holding a bottle of whiskey. Intimidated by his rugged look, the bartender immediately scurried over to the next customer.

Great. The psychologist frowned as the weapons expert sat next to her. She looked away from him, refusing any contact with him as possible.

But he insisted. “Hey.”

“Otyebis.” She muttered in Russian.

“So uh… why did you leave us?” His intimidating aura somehow dissipated, like this time he’s the one intimidated by Marina.

“Because I hate your face.” Jonah frowned and set down the bottle of whiskey on the bar counter. “Well, you never accepted the amulet I tried to give you…”

“That’s because an amulet won’t fix anything.”

“Well… could a drink at least fix something?” He grabbed Marina’s shot glass and filled it with liquor.

“Most definitely not.” She rolled her eyes. “You could’ve poisoned that.”

“Why would I even do that?” “You tried to do it once, maybe you’re here in the Bureau because you’re still out to get me!”

He chuckled in response. “You have quite the creative imagination, sweetheart. I shoot my targets, I don’t poison them. And I told you, I never miss a shot.”

“I remember that. And I also remember you telling me you purposely missed because you thought I was beautiful. What, were your previous targets hideous?”

“I-it’s not that, I swear!” Jonah blushed. “Normally, my targets are ordered to be killed because they’re threats. A danger to society. Take Omar Bahir for example, if I hadn’t killed him, Carmen and Athena would’ve been the ones dead. But you Marina… from the moment I saw you, I had a feeling you didn’t deserve to die. And I was right. You shouldn’t be the one to pay for exposing their crimes.” Unconsciously, Marina picked up the glass of whiskey and took a swig, the memory of her assassination attempt still fresh in her mind. How the bullet flew in the air in less than a second, giving her no time to dodge, and the color of the wintry blue sky in Russia as she laid helpless and bleeding on the Russian snow, too weak to call out for help.

As a psychologist and a criminal profiler, she would know whether a suspect was lying or not, the inner machinations of her mind, and a higher level of understanding and empathy. The Bureau only hires the best, and she is deemed the best in their eyes. But Jonah… she couldn’t see through him. Or maybe it’s because she refuses to.

Are hitmen really capable of having human empathy?

The funky and exotic Bollywood music overpowered the silence of the two as they took turns pouring and drinking their glasses of whiskey. Both of them didn’t know what to say, nor what to do.

Feeling awkward, Jonah scratched his neck. “I know sorry won’t fix what’s done… but I truly am sorry, Marina. I don’t know how to make it up to you.”

Then as if the alcohol began to take complete control of her body, Marina grabbed Jonah’s shot glass and she almost overflowed it with whiskey as she poured it. “You can start by taking a shot for me.”

“What?”

Her lips formed a playful smirk. “Hit or miss.” Jonah shook his head and downed it, some of the liquid spilling on his shirt. “Is that… all you want me to do?” His words were slurring.

“Ha!” The psychologist laughed loudly. “You’re already drunk!” “So are you.” He chuckled lightly to himself.

Suddenly, the alcohol made Marina forget her previous animosity towards Jonah. She didn’t know how long they stayed chatting drunkenly in the bar, but she was surprised at how similar they actually were.

“You actually took Psychology too?!” She was shocked, but her drooping eyes prevented her from expressing it.

Jonah nodded. “I actually planned to go to med school, but then I got enlisted in the army and then my focus just shifted. It actually comes in handy during hostage situations, I was glad I was at least able to finish it.”

Another conversation then opened up once Marina offered to check out the amulet that Jonah wanted to give her so badly. “So this thing symbolizes forgiveness?”

“Uh yeah, just like what that Dupont said.” She smiled. “I’m actually quite interested in cultural trinkets like these. It’s one of the things that I look forward to whenever we go to different places for missions.” “So… does that mean you forgive me?”

The amulet glimmered in her hands as Marina contemplated his question. “...Not until we dance first.” “Wha - hey!” Jonah had little time to process what the psychologist said as she pulled him to the dance floor of the club. She then broke away to shimmy along to the smooth tunes of the trumpets and drums. “C’mon… don’t tell me you don’t know how to dance?”

A smile slowly spread across his face as he awkwardly stepped side to side and bobbed his head to the beat, watching Marina drunkenly dance. Catching his lack of dance moves, Marina shook her head and took his hand once again. “That’s not how you dance…”

She attempted to spin him. Jonah twirled regardless of their height difference, laughing at Marina’s enthusiasm. “...that’s how you dance!” She yelled.

The two then laughed, jumped and swayed along to the music, their playful dance moves drastically clashing with the dramatic and funky mood of the music. Jonah then pulled Marina closer to him.

While the blood orange sun sunk on the horizon, the air became hot yet invigorating at the same time. Something seemingly put them on a high they can’t back down, and it wasn’t the alcohol.

Then like a magnet touching a metal surface, the two kissed.

It was like they were the only ones there at the bar. Marina closed her eyes, lost in the moment, while Jonah placed his hand on her shoulder, longing to get closer to her. But by accident, he made her scarf slip and her huge scar was now then exposed to the world. To Jonah.

Feeling the hot air turn chilly and breezy, Marina then pulled away to see her scarf on the floor. It made her snap out of the drunken trance she was in..

Jonah’s eyes widened at the huge scar, realizing where she got it. “Marina…”

“Get away from me!” She picked up her scarf and then ran away, stumbling a bit. Jonah didn’t know whether to chase after her or not, but he still did, worried that something might happen to her if she got away from his sight.

“Marina, I’m sorry!” “No!” Marina ran outside, where she accidentally bumped into Athena, whose phone was in her ear, looking a bit confused.

Athena lowered her phone and ended the call. “Marina, I was trying to call you -” “Marina, please, I didn’t mean to -” “NO!” Marina grabbed Athena’s hand. “Stay away from me, and never talk to me again!” He then turned to Athena for help, who just sighed. “Carmen and Angela headed out earlier, Angela wanted to try and talk some sense into Lars again… I suggest you sit in the front of the cab later, Jonah.”

Once they were able to haul a cab, Marina was the first to go inside the back seat, trying to distance herself from Jonah as far as possible inside a small cab. Frowning, Jonah did what Athena said and sat in front.

“So… what did Jonah do?” Athena asked once she was sure that the weapons expert was asleep after a few minutes.

Staring out the window, Marina contemplated how to respond. Both of them were drunk, so she didn’t know whether both of them mutually consented to that kiss or not. She didn’t know (or maybe remember) if they actually enjoyed the kiss. Marina wanted to hate it, but the foggy memories of the things Jonah told her about him, his interests, the guilt in his eyes when he saw her scar…

Is there really something more to Jonah than assassinations and murder?

For a whole week, she’d been thinking about it. Ever since the kiss, Jonah never attempted to approach her again. He would avoid her gaze whenever they’re both in the breakroom while Marina reaches for a bag of tea. He wouldn’t look at her during briefings or emergency meetings with the Bureau either. Whatever eagerness was first there trying to make up with her before was now replaced with hesitance and fright.

A cup of tea in her hand, Marina sighed once again while thinking about Jonah. It felt embarrassing for her to admit he has been on her mind ever since they kissed.

She knew she wasn’t overreacting, so she didn’t need to apologize. Any person would react like that if they ever survived an assassination attempt before. She’d even think it was Stockholm Syndrome given that he held her captive before, but no, she wasn’t like that…

Her previous animosity towards him turned into curiosity. The previous psychological analysis she conducted towards him was on her desk. It indicated her perception towards him as an aggressive, dangerous individual with volatile instability… previously, she’d immediately thought he wasn’t to be trusted. Her instincts were never wrong, after all…

However, he refused to kill her. He had principles, he wasn’t easily blinded by the money nor the task at hand. He could’ve chosen to kill her without any further questions, but he chose not to. And somehow, he brought along the guilt of almost killing her all this time.

Maybe there’s a chance I was wrong about him.

Knock, knock. Marina turned to her office door. “Come in!”

The door opened to reveal Athena. It made Marina a bit disappointed, hoping it was Jonah. “Hey, Lars is inviting us to the monastery since he’s going to renew his vows with Angela there. Wanna come?”

“Uh, sure, definitely.” Maybe it’d help her take her mind off of Jonah for a bit.

But it didn’t. As the Bureau watched the happy couple kiss amidst the orange rays of the sunset, it only reminded Marina of their own kiss. And why she chose criminal psychology instead of marriage counseling.

“I am so happy that Angela and Lars have made it through all these hard times, Athena…” She whispered to the agent beside her.

“Definitely. I hope their marriage will keep staying strong.”

“Me too…” She heard Jonah say, who was on Athena’s other side. “Marriage is hard work. It takes guts to forgive…”

“Speaking of forgiveness…” Marina spoke up and turned to Jonah’s direction. This time, there was no alcohol influencing her. It’s simply her own conscience. “Jonah, I've had time to think... about how you disobeyed your orders to kill me… Maybe I should get a better understanding of your side of the story... over some tea?”

“Tea? With me?” Jonah’s eyes widened, the blush evident in his face. “Uh, sure! Just say when.”

She laughed in response, hoping to bond with Jonah, their hearts finally on their sleeves. Without any liquor. “...When.”

#criminal case #criminal case game #criminal case save the world #jomarina week 2024

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mostdontknowit · 2 months

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Shock

When I was twenty years old (2013) I struggled with adulthood. I had recently came out and fled my parents place. This resulted me in couch hopping between a few people.

One of them, who's name is Jeff, let me stay with him. He also gave me $100 to help me. We didn't have proper wifi, we stole it from a bar net to us, essentially. I didn't know yet at the time I was going to struggle with finding a job. I couldn't go to school and I just flat out didn't know how to job search which killed my motivation.

Jeff and I had sex once but he explained he's mostly a-sexual. He wanted to keep things entirely platonic. I was fully on board as I was still kind of struggling with that kind of stuff. I felt extremely shameful whenever anything became slightly sexual.

Jeff told me he was embraced in Chinese culture and had lived there for a while. His facebook was in Chinese. He also apparently had like several college degree's. He was in the process of getting a degree in counseling.

What I remember about him saying of his family was that they were from California and agnostic. They were slightly homophobic and didn't understand why he dived into Christianity. That kind of stuff isn't too common. Though I guess you hear stories about people converting.

One thing that urked me about him was he analyzed everything I did. This is hard to deal with when living with someone. He was deeply critical of my first love, who broke my heart. But was an insanely great guy and I still hold him dearly. I thoughtJeff analyzed me so much because he was studying to be a counselor.

Someone (let's call him Mike) who he knew from California, moved to Portland. If I recall correctly Mike was a member of Jeff's youth group he was a youth pastor for. Or maybe it was like he was the son of one of Jeffs friends, I honestly don't remember the fine details. But I remember going out with Jeff and Mike a few times. From what I remember about Mike is that he was also borderline a-sexual. I think he was maybe closer to his mid-20s. He was essentially a-sexual but wanted to explore and thought he might be gay too. But it may have been repressed? I also remember him being a virgin which was a big topic for discussion. I didn't know him as well.

I was supposed to live with Jeff until I either found a job or until the new school year. But someone invited me to stay with them who lived in a better location, had full wifi and I got a long better with. After that I never heard from Jeff again and wanted to wait a while before I reached out again. A few years ago I tried reaching out to Jeff but got no response. I wanted to pay him back for giving me cash and letting me live with him when I was experiencing my own housing crisis. But I never got a response. I tried googling him a couple times and got his business information, but I thought that would be inappropriate for me to contact him that way.

Anyway the actual crazy part of this all is that I just found out Jeff was arrested for "multiple charges of oral copulation of a person under 16, sodomy of a person under 16, and forcible lewd act upon a child," that took place between 2006-2008. This was several years before I met him. I'm in quite a bit of shock about it. There's a lot of things that don't make sense but then a lot of things that do. Like maybe he was saying he was practically a-sexual as some weird cover up or to disguise his own insecurities? Was him analyzing everything I did some kind of sign of him having control issues? I always thought the whole thing about living around in China sounded suspicious and I especially thought him having several degree's sounded suspicious. I wonder if "Mike" was one of the Victims, I remember thinking Jeff seemed interested in Mike but I always dismissed it.

#gay #sex offender #youth pastor

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the-lady-general · 8 months

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Every time I remember Supernova Part II my EYES are rolling so hard I have to pick them up from THE FLOOR. "What is it now, the lady general." I'm grumpy about how Paramount are treating Prodigy, so I'm finally posting a rant I've been brooding on since January, that's what.

Behold this paragraph from Memory Alpha:

In 2384, Vice Admiral Kathryn Janeway took on Dal R'El, Jankom Pog, Rok-Tahk, Murf, and Zero under her wing as warrant officers in training, as a compromise, due to Starfleet Justices refusal to let them formally enroll into Starfleet Academy as they felt it was unfair to the Federation citizens already on the waiting list. (PRO: "Supernova, Part 2")

They're minors.

Does Starfleet not have a cadet programme for minors.

Does it *have* to be Starfleet Academy or are protagonists too good for enlisting.

Can they not apply through the usual channels. Are protagonists too good for waiting lists.

Is this criminal court responsible for Starfleet Academy admissions.

Is that not in fact a problem for the admissions board, which can then decide what to do with these children's now existent criminal records.

At least one of them is a citizen of a UFP member world.

What is their citizenship status anyway.

Does anyone give a fuck that these minors are victims of sentient trafficking and forced labour.

What the FUCK are interstellar salvage laws like that the kids are accused of theft *for bringing the Protostar back to Earth*. That's the *opposite* of theft.

On what bloody grounds are they accused, judged, and defended by Starfleet in a court martial. Is that not a massive conflict of interests.

These guys have been shitting in a bucket for 4-6 weeks, how *dare* Starfleet put them on trial without giving them time to see a counsellor.

Can the right honourable judges please point to the investigation over whether or not the Protostar was stolen and if so by who. Can the right honourable judges please point to the outcome of the investigation where it says whether a crime has been committed and if so by who. No? That's what I fucking thought.

All I'm saying is if they don't put Chakotay on trial for gross negligence or whatever before letting him like get a change of clothes and some counselling like he deserves, I'm going to cause public disorder outside Starfleet HQ for the blatant favouritism.

THESE ARE CIVILIAN REFUGEE CHILDREN OH MY GOD WHAT ARE THEY DOING WITHOUT PROPER LEGAL REPRESENTATION

Janeway is not proper legal representation (I love her but there are trained and experienced specialists for this kind of thing) WTF DID I JUST SAY ABOUT A CONFLICT OF INTERESTS

Is Tellar just going to accept that Starfleet put one of their citizens on trial with no time for a proper investigation into the alleged crime, no proper legal counsel, no time to follow procedures for asylum seekers/temporally displaced persons/trafficking victims/orphaned minors.

Speaking of Jankom: How come he can be put on trial with his crusty old DIY cybernetics? Is the multi-mitt safe? Is Zero's containment suit going to fail mid-trial and kill whatever braincells remain in the Starfleet judges? Did Gwyn fully recover from her amnesia? Is Dal's genome stable? Is Murf capable of following the trial and can the court understand his testimony? Did the forced hard labour disabled kids get medical attention at all before being marched into this farce? Does anybody know?

Speaking of farces: Does anybody care about the breach of the Romulan Neutral Zone? The Romulans maybe? Is there a Romulan diplomat who cares about that? No?

Speaking of unlikely stories: Are there witnesses? Like, ANY witnesses? Janeway? The legal defence of the accused is the only witness the court has bothered to invite? Nobody else? The Romulan delegation that had two people killed by the accused? The Kazons that had two people killed by the accused? The slavers that abducted Zero? The survivors from Jankom's sleeper ship? The Enterprizians that had their planet polluted for over a century by Starfleet?

Are they going to put the Enterprizians on trial for stealing the Galileo?

WHYEVER NOT?! MAKES AS MUCH SENSE AS ACCUSING THE KIDS OF STEALING THE PROTOSTAR DOESN'T IT?! SPOCK'S ALIVE SURELY THEY COULD PIN THE SLOW AND EXCRUCIATING DEATH BY WARP PLASMA/DILITHIUM RADIATION OF A BUNCH OF ENTERPRIZIANS ON SPOCK BEFORE REMEMBERING HE HAS DIPLOMATIC IMMUNITY AFTER TWO MINUTES OF JOKINGLY INSULTING HIM IN COURT. DOES THAT SOUND FUN? DOES THAT SOUND LIKE A GOOD EPISODE? MUCH TENSION. SUCH CHEAP. VERY WOW.

This ethics problem is about to become an engineering problem right bloody fast as I'm pelting the idiots at Starfleet's JAG office with hammers.

#best star trek show ever made for 11 episodes straight #spoilers #this is like. the 61875920th time i'm typing this rant about how my kids & haneway deserved a better finale #and i'm going to finally post it once i post my jankom pog fic #as a treat #a self-indulgent grumpy ranty venty treat so don't click on the read more if you're not into that #dead dove do not read #... it's been a month since I posted my fic and i just found this draft so #in honour of paramount ignoring prodigy for their animated star trek celebration: enjoy me being a disgruntled old hag on behalf of the kid

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vivacissimx · 10 months

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Hey hope your well.

I have some really stupid questions (absolutely understandable if you don't want to answer)

What would be some presents Baelon would gift Viserra? And vice versa, what would be some presents Viserra would gift Baelon?

What would other members of the family (Viserys, Aemma, Daemon, Alysanne, Jaehaerys) gift Viserra? And again vice versa, what would Viserra gift them? (Not like they need for much, they're king and queen and all)

Anyways thank you, stay safe, take care. Stay Hydrated.😘🫂

No such thing as stupid questions 🤺💢 huh okay let me think. I did kinda make Baelon the kind of person who enjoys giving physical gifts as a love language, which I don't believe isn't canon given that Daemon is bestowed dark sister while Baelon is alive—so presumably he gave up the sword such that his son could have it, perhaps even on the condition that Jaehaerys gift it to Daemon following his knighting. And i think this follows Baelon's consistent honoring of Alyssa as warrior by playing a part in such a public gesture towards their son Daemon (who HOTD was briefly correct about, Alyssa WOULD love Daemon best lol).

So in Love Doesn't Live Here he does give Viserra various things, first of all the theme of him always cutting her fruit, and then also he gives her various dragon-related accessories (arranges her saddle, whip, teaches her about riding). Then he also gives her jewelry, which is something Viserra likes, so he wants her to like his gifts & is trying to show her that he notices her preferences. Thoughtfulness yknow it's drawn from how he tells Alyssa she's braver than him, he's not shy to involve himself in "women's business" when said woman is one he loves. Long-winded but anyway that's to say: I think Baelon would give Viserra gifts according to her interests. Jewels, arranging entertainment shows of dancing & music, when they have a daughter he'd spoil her too & this would be a method of loving/honoring Viserra as the child's mother.

For Viserra gifting Baelon... I do think she is like a "vain" person but also a "I take care of my people" person. So Baelon would be one of those husbands who has not chosen a single shirt for himself in years LOL just my wife dresses me and he looks good, you know? Various sporty objects like jeweled daggers and the biggest sexiest horse. This is not technically a gift but I also feel like she'd be one of those people who is all over their partner in public like LOOK HOW HOT AND DESIRABLE MY MAN IS!!! it's so cringe but she's a show-off and Baelon is obviously not a guy who minds. He's secure so he's fine with playing these kinds of love games in public.

Viserys is a dumbass, he's canonically a gift giver but for Viserra he'd just co-sign whatever Aemma gives Viserra & Aemma I think would value gifting her aunt things that she finds interesting but are not appreciated by the general court. So maybe textiles and what not out of the Vale, as LDLH!Aemma is very proud of her heritage. I also think the greatest gift Viserys could give Viserra would be heeding her counsel when he's King, along with funding her ventures. Alysanne & Jaehaerys I believe would gift her things like interesting tomes or gifts from foreign ambassadors because Viserra appreciates rare interesting items. Daemon does not give gifts lol. His measure of care is involving himself in Viserra & Baelon's ventures in King's Landing to be "helpful" and also possibly killing people who are unforgivably rude or offensive to Viserra.

In return... well again I find Viserra to be a person who takes care of things ahead of time, who likes to make things smooth via manipulating situations. I think she'd be the type to organize events on behalf of her family (nameday feasts or tourneys or more private events) despite not necessarily enjoying these herself. Ficwise Viserra is a Quality Time enjoyer so anything that allows her to spend time with said loved ones would be a gift she's eager to give. Aemma specifically, I feel like she'd dress her and what not because her niece HASSS to be the baddest bitch in the 16-25 noble ladies cohort at ALLL times. Anything less would be embarrassing. Daemon, she lets Baelon take care of, the most valuable thing she can offer him is a sympathetic ear.

Hope that answers your question!

#ldlh #fic asks #baelon targaryen #viserra targaryen #q

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therowan · 2 years

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WHY BUCK AND EDDIES’ STORY MATTERS

So I felt the need to post in pride month about and why I resonate with the characters of Buck and Eddie so much. I’m what you’d call a late bloomer when it comes to relationships being something of an introvert, having serious self image/body dimorphism so bad that I had to stop modeling in my twenties because I was making myself ill with self loathing and depression at not meeting the standards of others around me. I had a lot of opportunities to ‘hook’ up with both men and women but never really synched with the whole surfacey vibe of the people around me. Never a hit it or quit it type. During my sojourn into modeling I made a friend who was in retail sales and she was my perfect Yang she was outgoing loud dynamic and fun. We ended up being friends for years until her finance cheated on her and she needed a place to live and I became her safe haven. Long story short our friendship bloomed in love and the love evolved into desire and the rest of what I always thought everyone was looking so hard for…a friend that you love mind body and soul. We married saved up bought a house and within a few months were the proud parents of a beautiful daughter. I finished college changed my career into psychology and she opened a boutique. Then 18 months after our daughter was born she was diagnosed with rhabdomyosarcoma and after three years of surgeries/chemo/treatments she died. Leaving me a widower at the age of 29 with a three year old daughter. After my wife died I fell into the role I had. Father, homeowner provider. I didn’t date or even think about finding anyone else. Simply worked and took care of my house and my child. As part of my work I took part in counseling and discovered a great therapist who helped me navigate my grief and pervasive depression. He challenged me to strike out and try something that frightened me to shake me up a bit. So I chose weight lifting/MMA classes. I suddenly was out in the world and discovered myself a bit more as I gained more confidence I began making new friends.

And here’s where the Eddie/Buck thing comes into play. I made a friend with a guy a bit younger than me. We’d hang, he’d help me with fixing up house or yard when able. He was great with my daughter like a member of my family. Our hangouts were consistent usually when he wasn’t on a date with some random girl he’d be over my house cooking dinner with us, playing video games having drinks playing music etc. it all changed one night we were invited to a mutual friends wedding and had to travel a distance to get there. We figured a hotel room would be the safest bet since it was so far away and knew both of us would be drinking. After a long and fun night we stumbled back to hotel showered collapsed on bed and we both lay there in the silence. When suddenly my friend sat up and said “I can’t lay here without saying this.” He edged over to the side of his bed and put his head I. His hands. Concerned I got up and went over to sit next to him worried that maybe something had happened either to his family or with his health so I told him. “ you can always talk to me…you can tell me anything.” And he did…he told me that he’d been in love with me for years, but didn’t want to be “gay” he said he just could t find a woman he felt the same way towards and it was eating him up inside. He began crying and apologizing for ruining our friendship and begged me not to stop being his friend. I embraced him and holding him in my arms and wiping away his tears it hit me how much I was in love with this blubbering mess of insecurities. We didn’t do anything that night but fell asleep in each other’s arms. In the morning with clearer heads we walked down the shoreline and slowly talked it out. Two straight men in their thirties who had been best friends realized on that weird May morning that they both loved each other. We started slow. Kisses holding until finally about a week later it just evolved and we both came to the realization that “yeah…not straight” since then I’ve realized and processed that I’m demisexual I need emotional love he’s realized that he’s more on the bisexual spectrum. The reason that Buck/Eddie resonate with me is that I lived that. I never expected to find my soul mate in my best friend. But it was something we had been making all along. Thanks for listening and being here along with me.

#buck and eddie #buddie 911 #oliver stark #eddie diaz #ryan guzman #911 fox #evan buckley #911 #911onfox #911 show

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watching the star trek movies again. i refuse to rank them because i love them all, but here are some thoughts. i may have a bit of an attachment to one of the characters.

The Motion Picture: One of my favourites. The 2022 Director’s Cut makes all of the sweeping establishing shots even longer and the music is so good, it’s so indulgent i love it. Enamoured with McCoy asking if he can tag along when Kirk pulls Decker aside and then powerwalking into the turbolift without waiting for a response. Love that whenever anything vaguely sad happens the characters all immediately tear up.

Rating: Prosthetic beard and gold medallion / 10

The Wrath of Khan: I still hold my longstanding position that this one is actually kinda confusing and all over the place, especially if you have no clue who Khan is like I did when I saw it as a kid. The ending is really impactful tho and I still always cry. Classic “despite his protestations, Spock is by far the most impulsive member of the crew” moment. Love McCoy counselling Kirk at the beginning. Most of the shots of the the Enterprise in spacedock are reused from TMP, which I wouldn’t have noticed had I not watched them in quick succession.

Rating: What about my performance? / 10

The Search for Spock: Wish they centred katric ark McCoy more, but I live off of the “but it seems that I’ve missed you” scene. Judo master Sulu. Saavik doesn’t get enough respect. The whole heist scene and the ending on Mt Seleya is great, but some of the Genesis planet stuff is kinda eh. I feel bad for Maltz (who is apparently played by John Larroquette??) because he wants to die so badly but no one kills him. Love it when Vulcans are super religious.

Rating: The way McCoy smiles after Spock remembers Kirk’s name / 10

Voyage Home: Honestly wasn’t what I was looking for in this run thru, but it’s still very fun. Wish McCoy was in it more. I feel so bad for him at the beginning trying to have a rapport and Spock is just… not there for it. Love the president’s uniform. love all of their uniforms. My Mormon friends all love the LSD joke and I always think of them when I get to that part. Another classic “Spock is the most impulsive member of the crew” moment.

Rating: Well, nobody’s perfect / 10

The Final Frontier: This is the best Star Trek, actually. I’m surprised gay fans aren’t all over this one. Lots of people think it’s about God but it’s actually about finding your family from among those you can trust to give you the love and support you need to make it through your pain, and coming to terms with when you’re alone or when you weren’t there for others with their help. Love that the villain is genuinely a good guy. Love that instead of Sean Connery, they got the guy from that one gay movie from 1970. (he plays sybok better than connery ever could tho.) Pioneer 10 :'( It’s kinda stupid, but it has the best character interactions in the entire series and it’s the only film to really put McCoy into the spotlight.

Rating: Melville :) / 10

Undiscovered Country: Solid finale for the original cast. The signatures at the end and the “where no man—where no one—” always get me. So does McCoy devastated he can’t help the Chancellor. The Kirk fight on Rura Penthe is fun, but I think the comedy is one of the weaker aspects of this one. Shout out to my mother, who, upon seeing the opening scene, goes “oh is this the one with Christian Slater in it?” (he’s in it for less than a minute.) also shout out to “the ice cave monster,” i’ve been looking for you. Love Spock’s little lies.

Rating: Sweet Jesus / 10

#star trek #mccoy is my blorbo #i love him #genuinely y’all need to watch final frontier #star trek says found families are good and cool #the way mccoy’s pain centres the guilt he feels at the loss of his father #the way spock’s pain centres sarek’s rejection of him #the way kirk’s pain centres on not being there for david or sam #the way sybok and spock are both brothers outcast from vulcan society #the way the army of light is a family #the way mccoy makes his family’s beans recipe #the way mccoy is a nervous wreck over kirk’s freeclimbing #the way ‘I thought you said men like us don’t have families?’ ‘I was wrong’#the way they are a family together :)#row row row your boat #i speak #i’ll add onto this when i watch the tng movies next week

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Cub Part 15: the Answer

Synopsis: Roman, Seth and Dean are a pack of werewolfs. Protecting their city from the scumbags of the world ends up with a surprise when a victim left for dead imprints on Roman Reigns.Hey everyone. I had a lot of formatting problems when I tried to post this, so let me know if anything is wrong with it.

The counsel had gone to a private room to deliberate. As soon as they’d left the room, all of the Alaskan wolves headed to our table, telling us not to worry. It was going to be ok. Sika had smiled at me as he adjourned with the rest of the counsel, but his bombshell announcement that he believed we were imprinted was all anyone could talk about.

“O le galu” I thought, and Roman was the one who talked. “Yes! What is O le Galu?” Roman asked Fia Fia, but it was another tribal member who answered.

“O le galu means The Wave” She started. “When imprinted couples first mate, a wave of love and joy are emitted. Most of the time it is unnoticeable, but I guess Sika felt it.”

Seth perked up. “I did too. I didn’t know what it was, but it was powerful. I just,” he paused trying to think how to explain it. “I felt completely happy. I figured it was only because I was linked to them.”

“Even the pilots felt it!” Naomi said. “I remember hearing them talking about just suddenly feeling really happy.”

The elder turned to Naomi. “Where was the bedroom on the plane?”

“In the back” Seth answered, and the elder’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“The whole plane felt it.” Fiafia said. “I just didn’t know what it was.”

The elder smiled as she laid a hand on the same hand Roman was holding. She held it there as she smiled down at us. “Everything is going to be ok. I know it deep in my heart.” She bowed her head and whispered a prayer over us.

The deliberation lasted 20 minutes, which gave us time to sober up. The longest 20 minutes of my life, despite everyone reassuring us.

A silence fell over the room as the door to the room opened, and everyone went to their seats as the counsel sat down.

The Tribal Chief Filemu stood regally. “The counsel has deliberated and come to some decisions. Are you imprinted?” she paused to smile at me. “Yes. In fact, Lagi said it was the strongest connection she’s ever felt.” She stopped here for some slight cheering, and she motioned the crowd to quiet down. “BUT!” she continued. “We are very concerned about the three days it took you to come to the counsel.” This was something we hadn’t thought about. “You should have asked for help the minute it happened.” A murmur went through the crowd. “That’s 3 days we could have used to help Y/N. In fact, if you’d told us, we would have flown to Alaska to help. That’s 3 days you and your pack and your mate had to worry.”

Roman was deflated. The joy of proving we were imprinted was dashed by this point. He knew better. We knew better. Waiting just made things harder.

“Now, over the past few decades, we’ve allowed rumors and bad information to spread. We let our tribe think that turning a new wolf would result in severe punishment or death. We fully believe that’s why you waited to come to us.” Roman nodded yes.

Sika spoke up now, “You know better. If you mess up, I taught you to admit it and face the consequences.” Roman nodded again.

Filemu continued. “The counsel feels the best punishment is this: You owe the tribe 72 hours. You will serve this time volunteering in our local hospital Emergency Room.” Roman’s mood lifted immediately. “You also owe your parents 72 hours each. You also owe your pack 72 hours.” Seth started chuckling in his head. “Finally, You will donate 72 hours to your mate, however she wants you to.”

Roman’s mind immediately imagined eating me out, and I couldn’t stop the smile on my face. “Guys!” Seth chided through our link.

At a nod from his father, Roman stood, so I stood too. “I’d like to thank the counsel for your understanding, and I apologize for waiting so long to report it. I will be more than happy to volunteer my time to the tribe to my parents, to my pack” He looked lovingly down at me as he wrapped an arm around me, “and to my mate”. He kissed my forehead.

I added in a warm “Thank you.”

A huge, imposing counsel member who hadn’t smiled all day suddenly looked up. “Let’s get to the party!”

He smiled big and winked at me as the room hummed with laughter.

Filemu smiled too, “Good idea. Meeting is over.” She sang out, and the room erupted into cheers. Roman was quick to put his hands over my ears, but we were laughing the whole time.

Naomi approached us. “Would you like to rest while we set up?”

I didn’t feel like I needed to rest. In fact, I was so excited I could barely contain myself. I wanted to scream and shout and dance!!!! Roman thought we should rest though, so we agreed. Two teenagers approached us. “Come this way” a young lady said. “I’m Safina” she explained as we went down a short hall.

“I’m Manaia” the young man said. “It’s been our honor to prepare your mating room.” He said as we reached the door.

We walked into a beautiful room. It was warm and inviting and as I looked around I saw that there were candles and flowers placed around the room, stones and seashells were deliberately placed on a table with a bowl of water. I tried to see everything, but I knew I was missing some of the symbolism. “It’s beautiful!” I purred as I took in the whole site.

Safina smiled warmly as Manaia put his arm around her. Oh! They were a couple!!! “It has been our pleasure. Can we get you anything?” They obviously thought we were going to mate right now.

“We’re just going to rest… for now. Could we maybe get some waters?” Roman said sitting on a couch.

Manaia quickly exited the room to get the waters, and I sat next to Roman, snuggling up to his side.

“Let’s call Dean,” Seth chirped out with excitement.

“Yes!” I agreed, but Seth was already calling.

As Manaia returned with the waters, the call connected, and Seth held up the phone so we could see Dean. “How did it go?”

I smiled at Dean. “72 hours.” I said. Dean looked confused. “We are imprinted. In fact one of the people testing us said it was the strongest link they’d ever seen.” I could see the relief in Dean’s face already. “But there’s one hitch. 72 hours.”

A crippling pain ripped through my hand, effectively distracting Roman and I from the phone. Roman began massaging my hand as Seth took over for us. “The counsel is upset that Roman waited 3 days to get help. They admitted that they have allowed the rumors of severe punishment to get out of hand, and they understand that’s why Roman waited. So, the counsel thought the fairest punishment was to volunteer 72 hours to the local hospital ER, 72 hours to his parents, 72 hours to you and me, and 72 hours to Cub.” The pain subsided.

“That doesn’t sound too bad.” Dean said, and Roman agreed.

“I’m looking forward to volunteering 72 hours to Cub.” Ro purred as he kissed my nose.

“Oh yeah,” Seth said. “She went into heat on the plane.” He told Dean.

Dean lit up, “Oh!!! Congratulations you two!”

A light knock on the doorframe of the open door caught my attention. It was Naomi. “You need to be resting, Y/N.”

“I’m way too excited.” I sang out.

Roman kissed the top of my head. “She’s right, baby, lay down.” I adjusted until I laid on the couch, my head on Roman’s lap. He stroked my hair soothingly.

Now that he had the news, Dean was as giddy and excited as me. “I’m trying to trade shifts so I can come be with you guys.” When I did a happy little clap, Dean smiled.

Safina and Manaia returned. “There’s no need to hurry,” Safina said, but we are ready whenever you are.” I smiled wide.

“Uh uh.” Naomi shook her head no. “You need to rest for a while.”

“I’m too excited to rest.” I said. “I’ll rest tomorrow.”

My pack was quick to argue, and we agreed on a compromise of 15 minutes of rest. Everyone cleared out of the room except for Roman and I, and I rested my body per instructions, but I wanted to join the party. There was music and laughter and kids running around the hall outside of our room.

When my 15 minutes were up, so was I. Roman chuckled at my excitement. We walked into the main hall again. The whole room had been transformed. The raised platform where the tribal counsel sat was transformed into a stage. A wide-open area in the center of the room was filled with children dancing and playing, and tables lined the walls of the room for sitting. The aroma of delicious food filled the room, and I looked to see a buffet set up on one side.

Cheers erupted as we entered, and I cringed as the volume hurt my new wolf ears. Roman placed his hands over my ears, and we laughed at the whole thing.

“Ah, here you go.” Seth said pulling a little clear plastic box out of his pocked. He opened the box and gave me two bright orange foam earplugs. I kissed his cheek as I thanked him and inserted the plugs. The noise of the room immediately quieted to half volume which was wonderful, but as we got seated at our table, I realized the foam was expanding and blocking more and more sound with each second. It was a huge relief.

“Why couldn’t I have these earlier?” I chuckled at Seth, and he told me he’d picked them up while I was resting.

Naomi’s boys Timmy and Trevor brought us plates of food while other kids brought a variety of juices and drinks. As we began to eat, the tribe did too, forming long lines at the buffet before sitting down to eat. The mood of the room was sheer happiness. Kids laughed, adults talked, babies squealed in joy.

When dinner was over, a bell rang, and the room quieted down. Filemu spoke. “Families present yourselves.”

The room erupted with activity, and someone I hadn’t met yet escorted Roman and I to two chairs in the middle of the room. A young family of 5 walked up to us. The youngest daughter, dressed in a beautiful traditional dress and a mop of thick, curly, black hair framing her angelic face approached us.

“My name is Talia. I am from the Lutu family, and we made you this lei to welcome you to the tribe.” She’d obviously been coached on what to say. I leaned low, and as she placed the lei over my head, the heavenly aroma filled my senses.

“Wow! You made this?” I gushed over the little angel. “It smells amazing, and it’s so beautiful.” I focused on the whole family, “Thank you! What an amazing gift!”

When that family was done, a second replaced them. 6 kids and 2 adults. Their youngest son approached and presented me with a gorgeous wooden carved wolf figurine. “Wow!” I gushed. “Did you do this?” I asked the youngest and he smiled with pride as he nodded. “I helped” he said “but Daddy did most of it.” His father patted his shoulder with pride.

“We all helped.” The father told me, but I could tell it was mostly him.

“This is so beautiful. I’m going to treasure this.” I hugged close to my chest the little figurine, and the little boy beamed with pride, and the dad blushed a bit.

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My sweet Cub was winning over the tribe one family at a time. As they presented her with gifts, she gushed over every single one…. Even the gifts that had been made by kids. She found something to “love” about everything presented to her; even the crayon drawings that the children had made. This was my mate, so sweet, so strong. Putting their feelings over hers.

[What made her feat more impressive was the fact that she was in terrible pain. The activity of the past few days made the pain worse, but she smiled as family after family presented her with gifts.

“Seth, get her a Tramadol.” I sent the order telepathically, and Seth jumped up to complete the task.

“I don’t want to get sleepy.” Cub said as she laid a hand on my arm.

“You won’t. Not with a Tramadol. It will just take the edge off the pain.” She tried refuse again. “Now that we’re linked, you can’t hide your pain anymore. You’re taking a Tramadol.” Seth chuckled.

A young teen approached with pitchers of water and juice. “She’s the BAC!” He said as he filled up Cub’s glasses. “Uncle Ro, I’ll be right back with a beer.”

“BAC?” Cub asked.

“You’re the Bad Ass Cub.” The young man repeated.

We had no idea what he meant. “What are you talking about?” I asked.

“It’s a nickname the teens have given Cub.” Seth replied.

“You got stabbed 16 times, three days later you turned, three days after that you decide to fly here, and go into heat on the plane. Then you insist the trial be today, and you’re here at the party.” The young man paused for a brief second. “You’re a badass.”

“And we’ve heard you never accept pain meds, despite going through all of that.” A young girl answered.

We were shocked. “But I couldn’t have done any of that without my pack. They saved my life. They’ve taken great care of me. They’ve sedated me for the changes, so I haven’t had to feel the changing, and I’ve had plenty of pain meds. Trust me!” Cub answered.

“Nope! Face it, girl.” Naomi said. “You’re a badass.”

“But I didn’t do anything. My pack did all the work.” Cub argued.

“And you survived it.” Seth answered. “You’re a badass.”

Cub didn’t agree at all, but she let the discussion drop. “You really are a badass.” I told her through our link, but she wouldn’t believe it. ]

The way the tribe reacted to me had changed drastically today. When we first walked in hours ago for the trial, the tribe was cold and standoffish. There were disapproving looks and whispers shared behind my back. Now that the imprinting was proven, I was once again respected. Now I was treated much as my Cub was.

When the dancers took the stage to do the Haka, Seth and I were taunted to join them. I tried to object, buy my father shot me a look that I knew all too well. “Come on” I said to Seth as I rose and took off my shirt. It had been a long time since I’d done the Haka, and it took Seth and I a few minutes to get into the routine, but one look at my Cub, smiling at me like I was her whole world, and I relaxed, easily remembering the dance.

Naomi, seeing my cub sitting alone in the center of the room, joined her. They laughed and smiled and watched diligently as we danced.

When the haka was done, Seth and I went to rejoin cub. Her eyes raked over my naked chest lustfully while I put my shirt back on. She envisioned kissing her way down my chest.

“Don’t start that.” I told her through our link. “You’ll end up missing the rest of the party.” As I reached her, I ran a hand over her hair and kissed the top of her head before sitting down. She answered with a lusty growl.

Timmy and Trevor ran up to Naomi. “Mama! He stole my seashell!” Trevor whined.

Nami rose to leave, rolling her eyes at me. “Can’t you two ever get along?” She started chiding the children.

Cub needed the restroom. “I’ll take you.” I said, rising from my chair and offering her my hand. As we walked we held hands.

“We are NOT going to ask her!” It was Filemu’s voice coming from inside her office.

Another voice weighed in. “We have to. If there’s even a chance that we could heal Haych and the others, we have to ask!” I recognized the voice. It was Elder Sina talking.

The answer was quick. “No!” Filemu answered. “She was human 3 days ago. Humans don’t think that way. They’re shy! She’s going through enough.”

As we reached the door to the office, Cub stuck her head in, and I saw all the elders inside. “My apologies, tribal chief.” She nodded respectfully to Filemu. “Did someone want to ask me a question? I heard something about healing?” Cub paused waiting for an answer, but nobody did. When she didn’t get an answer, she continued. “If there’s a chance I can help someone heal, I want to do it. Please.” I smiled with pride at the purity of my Cub’s heart.

My dad was the one who spoke up. “Cub, There’s a theory that the O le galu can cure mental health. The theory is the pure joy can help reset some conditions like PTSD and depression,” He answered. “Since you and Roman have the strongest imprinting we’ve ever seen, there’s a slight chance you may still be emitting the O le Galu when you mate.”

Elder Lakopo motioned us to come in and sit. “Y/N” He came over and took her hand, staring into her eyes. “We have been trying to decide if we should ask you to help. We know you still think like a human, but if you can think like a wolf… like a tribe member…. You could heal a great number of our tribe.”

Cub was excited at helping the tribe. “What can I do?”

Filemu started to protest, but my dad waved away her argument. “Can we leave the door to the mating room slightly cracked while you two first start to mate?” He asked. “It would be for just a couple of minutes, and nobody would have to see you. The wave gets weaker each time you mate. We want to leave the door cracked to ensure the wave can escape the room no matter how weak it is. ”

Cub looked around the room. “That’s it?” She asked.

Filamu looked excited now. “That’s it. Is that something you could do? If you mate tonight?”

Cub looked up at me, questioning. “If all you have to do is crack the door for a few minutes, and nobody has to see us, then yes! We would love to help.”

A sigh of relief moved through the room, and everyone smiled.

Elder Lakopo looked down at my cub again. “Thank you! Truly! If this works, my son may find some relief from his PTSD.” My mate’s heart swelled at the thought that we may be able to heal people.

“You’re welcome, and I hope it works for everyone’s sake.” Cub answered.

“Well then,” Lakopo continued. “Let’s get back to the party!”

By the time we re-joined the party, Filamu was making an announcement that we would try to do the O le Galu, and that those who needed healing should be the closest to the door. Just as we got seated, members of the tribe started approaching our table, thanking us for allowing the tribe to try this. My mate’s heart swelled at the thought that we may be able to heal people.

As the party progressed, there were more performances…. Dancing… singing…. More food… more laughing… more fun.

My sweet mate had never felt true acceptance before, and I could feel her struggle with her feelings of inadequacy. Seth and I both kept reminding her that she deserved this and more, but her brain continued to attack her. It would for a long time. We all knew that. She knew that. In fact, she didn’t think she’d ever feel worthy of acceptance.

“You’re so beautiful.” I said through our link. Her brain protested. I pulled her close to me, kissing her gently. “I’m going to tell you every day until you believe it.” I pressed my nose against hers and nuzzled it. “Then I’m going to tell you every day, because it’s true.” Something in Cub broke, and tears of joy began to stream down her face.

“I don’t deserve you.” She said through our link.

“Yes, you do.” I answered. Then we stopped talking, and just felt. Dabbing her tears away, I stood up.

“Come on.” I offered her my hand, which she took eagerly.

We weaved our way through the room full of people until we reached the door. She couldn’t tell what I had planned…. Which was good. As we learned to explore each other through our link, keeping surprises would become impossible, but for now, I had this one and the one Dean was working on.

We crossed the road and walked onto the beach. Cub inhaled deeply, looking up to see the start of what was sure to be a beautiful sunset. Our tribe had planned this for me, and a large blanket was laid on the sand with a basket filled with fruits, cheese cubes and small wine bottles.

“Every time I think I can’t get any happier, you manage to do it again.” She said loud enough to cover the sound of the waves.

I sat on the blanket, leaning my back against a piece of driftwood, and pulled her to sit between my legs. I wrapped her in my arms as she grabbed a grape to munch on. As the sweet globe exploded in her mouth, she started thinking something that melted me.

Perfect.

She was loved. She was desired. She was relieved of her struggles. She was grateful.

“Perfect” my own brain thought back.

She turned to look at me, and a tear of happiness escaped my eye, sliding down my cheek. She was so happy to see it, she started crying too.

Right after we sat, the DJ started talking, “Looks like it’s going to be a beautiful sunset! Let’s slow down the music and let our couples enjoy!” As we sat enjoying the colors of the sky, I noticed other couples claiming spots on the beach around us so they could enjoy the sunset too. There was a communal feeling of joy and love all around.

This…. This moment, sharing my love with my mate, with my tribe, feeling their love back, soft music lilting over us, the sky lighting up in oranges and purples and pinks as the sun snaked its way to the horizon. This was perfect.

Our perfect sunset didn’t last long enough, although, I would have sat on that beach, holding my beautiful mate forever. When all the others had rejoined the party, we made our way back too.

“On Bended Knee” by Boys II Men was playing as we walked up, and most of the couples who had watched the sunset with us were dancing. Seeing them, we wanted to dance too, so I pulled her into my arms and we began to sway with the music.

“I can’t wait to make love to you.” I said through our link.

She lit up with a giggle, “you’re not getting enough today?” She looked up at me.

I laughed too. “First off, I could never get enough of you. Second, we’ve been mating…. Not making love.” Lust clouded her eyes as I continued. “I want to explore you. I want to kiss” I kissed her “And lick” I paused again “And touch” I leaned over and kissed her neck. “and caress and pinch and suck and nibble……” I felt her core clench and smelled her heat. “Every single inch of you.”

“You did that on purpose,” She said through the link. “You set my heat off.”

“For the good of the tribe.” I teased her as I scooped her up into my arms, kissing her as I made my way to the mating room.

The whole place erupted in cheers and congratulations. Seth had the foresight to get to the mating room door before us. “You just let me know when you’re ready. Ok?” She nodded yes. “I’ll open the door until the wave is done, then I’ll close it. Ok?”

This was important, and there was no way she could focus on his words. She could barely think with the heat running through her. I’d have to do it… for her, for my tribe. “Got it.” I said as I passed him. “Thanks.” I said as I closed the door.

She attacked me pulling, clawing, kissing, biting…… There was no use trying to calm her. Nothing could do that but mating. I stripped my clothes off in a minute and she did too. Laying on the bed, she pulled me down on top of her.

“Now Seth.” I said aloud. There was movement and urgency in the hallway as people in need were guided closest to the door.

Sliding a finger over her slick ribbon, I found her as ready as always. I wondered briefly if that would happen when she wasn’t in heat. When she wrapped her legs around my waist and bucked her hips at me, my thoughts disappeared. I pushed into her.

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POV Cub

Roman was leaning against the headboard. I was between his legs, leaning back against him while he kissed the top of my head, and we reveled in our love.

The O le galu had been a success. Cheers, laughter and sighs of relief still rang through my memory. We were proud that we were able to help people. Even now, after we mated, we could feel a sense of calm, safety and happiness from everyone at the party.

We knew we should get up, but we were far too happy and comfortable to pry ourselves apart.

My eyes scanned the mating room, seeing symbolism everywhere, but I didn’t know what the symbols meant. “Can you tell me what all of this means?”

He took a deep breath, “It’s been years since I created a mating room, but let’s see what I can remember.” He looked around, choosing to start at the bowl of water on a bedside table. “Well, the ocean water represents life. The ocean is where we make our living fishing. The ocean brings great beauty and great dangers, just as life does. The flowers,” He pointed to a glass bowl filled with bright, fragrant flowers “They represent the beauty of love. The sand in the tall glass bottle, it represents our tribe. One grain of sand can’t make much of a difference, but a whole beach of sand can contain an ocean. We are stronger when we align with each other and our ancestors.” He kissed the top of my head as he chose the next item. “The tapestries tell the stories of our people. Each pattern has a distinct meaning, and…. I’m afraid I don’t remember them all. I do know that line of diamond shapes?” He pointed to the middle of one tapestry “Right there? Those stand for fertility.” There was a moment of excitement at the thought of having children together. “The candle? That’s for passion.”

“We’ve got plenty of passion.” I teased. And he hummed his agreement. His fingers lazily traced my arm in a sweet caress, while my fingers stroked his arm.

“I can’t remember anything else. I’m sorry.” Roman grabbed a glass of water from the bedside table.

I leaned up to kiss him. “It’s ok.”

We sat contented for a few more minutes before we decided we should get back to the party.

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POV Roman

She was falling asleep leaning up against me. I had to admit I was exhausted too. The tribe was getting ready to switch to their wolf for their night run. A couple of the counsel members asked if we wanted to join them, but we were far too tired.

“You’re not going to wolf out tonight?” Seth asked, even though he knew the answer.

“No, but you can. Go run with the tribe. Have a blast.” Roman whispered.

“Let’s get you back to the hotel then. The moon will rise in….” Seth checked his phone “bout 20 minutes.”

The DJ’S music stopped, and he took to the mic. “Our couple is getting ready to leave. The moon will rise in 22 minutes, and it’s a 10 minute drive to the hotel, so say your goodbyes quickly.”

The party broke out in cheers and applause, and a crowd gathered around us. Seth picked Cub up, holding her while I got up and passing her back to me. She was exhausted, and she wanted to stand to say goodbyes, but her legs hurt too bad. “It’s ok baby. I’ll carry you.” I said through our link, and she relaxed in my arms.

We were swarmed as we made our way out the door with everyone thanking us for the o le galu and saying goodbye. My sweet Cub plastered a sweet smile on her lips as I carried her out to the golf cart.

“You guys did awesome tonight.” Seth said when we arrived at the hotel. Cub smiled inside, but she was so tired, her lip barely curved.

“Thanks Sethie.” She had meant to say it out loud, but said it through our link instead.

He leaned in to kiss her forehead. “Get some sleep, Cub. Night Ro.”

“Thanks. Appreciate you.” I said to Seth as we went inside. “Don’t have too much fun.” I teased him through our link as I carried Cub to our room. One of the hotel staff, who I recognized as a fourth cousin, was quick to catch up to me and open the room door for me.

Our room had been transformed into a mating room. Roses, sand, tapestries, ocean water, rocks… the whole deal. It was an incredibly sweet action from our tribe.

@mindofasagitarius @lclb13 @serenityfiretrash @lustyromantic @reigns-5sos @bigpsychicbagelauthor @omg-im-such-a-masochist @marlananicole @wickedsunfire @starwithaheart @spookys-girl for the wolf fic @pitlissa22 for the wolf fic @snowpanda18

#Roman Reigns

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jmdbjk · 2 years

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Run BTS show content ideas that we might see in the future.

...and not necessarily as a Run BTS episode!

This Photo Folio idea was Jungkook’s because during Run BTS ep. 124 aired Jan. 12, 2021, he came up with this idea. Here is how that episode unfolded and all the ideas that poured forth and a long analysis of how many have been used so far:

In the first part of episode 124, they brainstormed and presented ideas. They were given about 20 minutes to jot down some ideas. They did a lot of talking while sitting. Hobi said roller skating. JK and RM approved, then Hobi backtracked thinking it too dangerous, then Jin said in that case bicycles are too dangerous too. Yoongi said tennis and RM approved of that too. A few months after they filmed this, they probably shot the Dynamite MV’s and all that went with Dynamite including the roller skating rink that ended up in a couple of Bangtan Bombs. As we saw, Tae and Hobi were newbies at roller skating.

They all jokingly talked about a drivers license challenge for RM.

Hobi said hair designer. Yoongi brought up team sports and JK said e-sports, Yoongi said basketball.

Hobi said raw fish/slicing fish which was a very unique idea. A sushi show. We’ve seen various Run BTS episodes that involved cooking and food prep.

Jimin said keyword location hunt meet up using memory or telepathy to find it and all meet there. Yoongi said it could be emotional, Hobi said it would be funny if all but one made it to the meeting spot...they all laughed about the possible outcomes of that idea.

After writing down their ideas they each stood on the platform and made presentations.

They all said standing up there speaking made them nervous. (kekekeke)

Yoongi's presentation:

Sports challenge but wasn’t clear whether to play as one team against another unknown team or what. They did table tennis in episodes 138 and 139.

Psychological counseling or mental analysis which Jimin thought it was a great idea. This was the MBTI Lab videos they posted on BangtanTV back in May of this year.

Tae’s presentation:

Learn a music instrument and then perform a song as a band. Um is this why JK has been really taking his drum lessons seriously? We’ve seen him carrying the drum stick case everywhere and not yet once seen him playing drums recently.

Bangtan in disguise...travel on public transportation etc. and if you arrive at the final point without being recognized, you win. As soon as you are recognized, you are out of the game. Everyone agreed that was a brilliant idea. But good luck with that. Security guys will need to be in disguise as well.

Hobi’s presentation:

Hair designer. Jimin was ok with it as long as it was just styling and not cutting. I am really, really serious now. All of the long hair on the members is for this episode. We will be getting Hair Designer Bangtan in an Run BTS episode. Mark my words.

Healing time doing what each member likes to do for self care but separately. Jimin did not like it because he feels they should be together doing something.

BTS song festival, divide into teams and make songs to upload to Soundcloud for Army.

Jimin’s presentation:

The telepathy meet-up. This is obviously the theme of the upcoming Run BTS reboot – the Run BTS Telepathy Special teaser with them being led out of the studio blindfolded and we’ve seen photos of them out on the streets and in front of that stadium. All of which was filmed earlier this year.

Robotics. I would love to see them try this but so far, not any evidence that it might come to pass.

Crafts, accessories, friendship accessory (jewelry), silver. Of course, this was Jimin’s Vlog.

Hide and seek police and thief game on a large scale. This would be interesting.

Jin’s presentation:

Maze, large scale or 7 identical rooms and each has as much time as they need to escape it. Escape room type thing. I am thinking they did something like this in the past.

Scavenger hunt on a mountain (rent a mountain hahahahaha, money is no object for Jin) similar to the one they did on ATVs but this time walking/hiking. I would love to see this.

Classic childhood games, throwing at a target, hopscotch, rubberband, spin tops, etc.

Tae's additional idea:

Mafia village role play game where each member plays a character they need to really get into while the game is ongoing. They did this in Ep. 120 Dec. 15, 2020 when they role-played and searched for clues in real buildings, and in Ep. 121 when they continued their missions but at the end of the episode they got transported back in time to Joseon Dynasty and those episodes were 145, episode 146 and 147 which aired August 2021.

Namjoon’s presentation:

Create Run BTS theme song (ost) using simple objects. They did create a Run BTS song but it was far from simple. It’s a banger and apparently going to be used as the ost for the Run BTS reboot!

Lucky 7 with simple things (the childhood games idea), flipping bottle competition, bottle caps, etc. Run BTS episodes 126 and 127 were titled 777 Lucky Seven 1 and 2.

Fan merchandise. Of course this is the Artist Made Merch we fought the Hunger Games for at the beginning of this year. These items were already in the works by the time this brainstorming episode aired in January 2021 as the planning stages began in late 2020.

Jungkook’s presentation:

Photoshoot for editorial pictures. THIS is where Vampkook originated. This is the Photo Folio idea.

He brought up team sports again and everyone discussed different sports.

Jimin brings up shooting a music video for a b-side song and JK says he had that idea as well.

In the second part of the episode they reconvened at some point within the following month and a half and they narrowed down the short term and long term ideas:

The results:

Short term show themes: Role play Mafia game and Lucky 7 games. These were episodes 120-121 and 145-147 and Lucky 7 games were episodes 126-127 as mentioned above.

Long term project: Learn a team sport and all kinds of sports were listed: basketball, tennis, volleyball, dodgeball, baseball. As it turned out, tennis was the chosen sport and it played out in episodes 129 and 130. We know Jin ended up taking on tennis as a hobby because we’ve seen a Bangtan Bomb as well as Jin posting on his IG his late night tennis practices and we’ve seen Jimin and Jungkook going to their tennis lessons together for which I cannot find the video but here someone posted a clip of it on twitter.

So...that leads us to why I started this post in the first place: Photo Folio which was Jungkook’s photoshoot idea. We are getting photos and maybe behinds I think.

And the other ideas they brainstormed...I wonder if we will see they have learned music instruments since we know Jungkook carried his drumsticks everywhere. Playing music instruments as a band, a b-side song music video shoot, large scale maze, robotics, hair designer, Bangtan in disguise...all ideas we are waiting to see realized. They did so good coming up with ideas.

NOTE: I believe the brainstorming episode 124 was filmed in 2020 because they spoke about social distancing. The first part of the episode with blonde Jimin was filmed probably March 2020 and the second part with black hair Jimin was filmed probably late April or early May before the 28th because by then Yoongi had black hair.

#Run BTS the show #vampkookie #i got to watch a bunch of Run BTS shows for this post #i would love to see them playing instruments on stage #i think going to concerts where artists play instruments has influenced them #i see a bruno mars/anderson paak vibe #one can dream and hope #bts chapter 2 #blonde jimin

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talesfromsiteredacted · 1 year

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One Doozy of an Insult

After too many instances of a certain member of Site Command forgetting almost everything, Dr. Gears gently snaps.

It's been a long day. Dr. Clef is passed out on the staff sofa, snoring. Doctor Gears is sitting down with a book and a cup of coffee. I'm dealing with a 914 hangover, and ready for a long rest. Almost everyone is in recovery mode, except Dr. Bright, who lost his glasses. Again. He's tearing apart his storage locker.

"C'mon, where the hell did they go?" A long-rotted apple core sails by my head, landing in the trash. He never looked, yet a perfect shot. I've seen him do that a lot, and it's always weird. An empty can of Jolt hits the recycling bin. "Here glasses glasses glasses... Papa Jack kinda needs you to see... are you my glasses? Not unless I wanna be Groucho Bright. They gotta be in here someplace." Not long after that a filthy and disused sock knocks the book out of Dr. Gears' hand. And our long suffering boss looses a tiny bit of his cool.

"Jack... what was that... thing?" He's holding the sock with tweezers. He looks like he just ate the Tuna Surprise before riding the world's fastest tilt-a-whirl. It shouldn't be possible to turn a human's skin a shade of army green, but that's the hue I thought of.

"Oh... yeah... my old, er, athletic sock. Just toss it out." And now Dr. Gears is as red as my hair.

"Doctor Jack Bright, I am your superior, not your janitor. As far as this... thing. Dispose of your slovenly overabundance of trash, and you might find what you lost. Although, good bloody luck finding anything in that microcosm of a landfill you call a locker. Try finding cleanliness in there, although to clean that lot we'd have to take it to our nuclear test site as there's no way to get rid of all the accumulated gross mess you call a locker. On a final note... see if you can find a decent pair of trousers in there, as I'm not sure what makes me more nauseated... the sight of your untoned nude posterior or your lack of hygiene overall. I'll have the hazmat teams sent up, you'll need help to even find a clue in there."

I blink at Clef, who woke up just in time for Gears to snap. He's as confused as I am.

"Did... did that... just happen, or was it just the weirdest post-shift dream?" He looks like he's unsure of the reality he's in.

"It happened, Alto. And I suggest you and young Rabbit might want to head off someplace. I, however, am forced to remain here until this entire lot is gone off for incineration. I may even send its owner along with it."

"If you ever feel up to eating, I'll bring up some dinner. I just made a very nice lasagna, I can drop by any time with a hot plate, and I'll cover your break."

"Very kind of you, Rabbit."

"You're my favorite boss, Big Boss. And you shouldn't face the horrors of the cafeteria after that ordeal. Just let me know when you're hungry."

"Hey, that's not fair to you, kid. You've been through as much. Bring enough for three, and I'll find some company for you. Well, better company than Bright."

"Oh gods... not Lenny the Letch." Gears said, horrified.

"No way. I think Rabbit will be quite pleased with her dinner companion. Besides, no one deserves Lenny."

"Fine. That being settled, I guess I need to get ready for my date."

"Off you go, then. Although I'm not sure I want to know whom on earth Alto set you up with. I'll be calling around 7 tonight."

"Please don't wait up, Boss. I promise no hanky, and my panky is in my other jacket I left at Site 47."

We depart, and not five feet from the door Clef stops me.

"That was both the classiest and most complex dressing down I've ever seen. Gotta hand it to Charlie, he can tell you to go to hell and you'd look forward to the trip."

"Heard O5 wants him for the Counsel. I'd back him."

"That wouldn't surprise me. Speaking of surprises... your date tonight is someone you know, fond of black clothes, a decent guy overall, and you already know... it's the Doctor. Don't ask how. Better you don't know." He walks off, and I'm stunned.

#scp foundation #tales from site redacted #agent rabbit #dr gears #dr clef #dr bright

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guillotinekim · 2 years

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As a long-time watcher of the CW's Arrowverse, I decided to indulge my curiosity and start watching Smallville some time ago. I have been slowly but surely making my way through the episodes and am currently nearing the end of season 3.

...As always, I have some thoughts.

In no particular order:

I find myself actively SCRAMBLING to mute the episode every time the intro starts. It's so displeasing to the ear. 🥲Somebody save me fr, because girl what is this?

A boy aiming a telescope at his neighbor's house so he can spy on the girl that he's attracted to is not a good way to set the stage for a ship at ALL. Super creepy.

Jonathan Kent is insufferable. He was awful to Lex for a long period of time and has a really annoying "my way or the highway" type of energy. You're not always right, my guy.

...What are the ages here? I can make an educated guess about the Smallville High students given their year in school...but what is the age gap between them and Lex Luthor? My understanding is that he's already graduated university prior to the first season...so I'm guessing roughly eight years? So why was it appropriate to write a scene in S1 where a fourteen year old Lana attempts to seduce Lex? And why does no one find it odd that Lex becomes besties with a kid who only just barely hit adolescence?

The will-they-won't-they dynamic between Clark and Lana got old in season 2. In season 3 they actually did get together...but it lasted for all of two seconds and now we're back to mutual pining? Let this be the last season. Please. I beg.

Clark is actually wildly unintelligent...? For someone trying to stay under the radar, he makes a habit of being present at crime scenes, seemingly appearing out of thin air when it's most convenient (super speed) and is constantly at the Kawatche caves?

Baby...these damn caves. Let's get into it. The writing on the walls translating to Clark Kent somehow being the "savior" to a tribe of Native American people is the epitome of a white savior plot if I've ever seen one.

I see a lot of potential for Chloe's character (there's something I can't help but appreciate about a talented journalist character doggedly pursuing the truth) but she either has no concept of boundaries or doesn't respect them, which I find very distasteful.

The sheer amount of characters infatuated and/or obsessed with Lana Lang is ridiculous. Don't get me wrong, she's very pretty and kindhearted. But we're really going to do this every few episodes of every season?

They created a new sheriff character for absolutely no reason. Sheriff Adams was introduced as though she was going to be a new hurdle in the Kent's lives (by actually doing proper police work...imagine that), yet she doesn't contribute to the storyline at all...?

Was Henry Small a necessary addition? I assumed that the discovery of Lana's biological father both being alive and wanting to know her would change her life significantly. But instead his new wife pops up blaming the demise of her marriage on Lana (? You were busy secretly filing for divorce when you should've been scheduling appointments for couple's counseling? How is that on Lana?) and effectively guilts Lana into pushing away the only immediate family member she has left on Earth. I felt like my time was a bit wasted there.

Clark has every right to choose what he does or doesn't want to disclose about his personal life, but there's a lot of lying and gaslighting he ends up having to do to hide his secret. Despite this, he seems to demand a level of transparency from Lex that he himself is unwilling to give.

At some point I started noticing that the majority of Clark's scenes at home are of him in the barn. It's giving the network gave them a budget for a bedroom or a barn and they chose the barn. 😂

Is the running gag of S.T.A.R. Labs having shitty security in any way inspired by Smallville? Because the way people are able to just waltz into places that should be secured and not easily accessible (including but not limited to: Lex's mansion, LuthorCorp, the literal hospital, etc) is concerning...

Is it me or do people in Smallville keep scoffing at the idea of supernatural abilities despite the fact that people with said supernatural abilities keep popping up in town and more often than not, causing a scene and getting arrested?

Pete planting a kiss on Chloe and revealing that he was in love with her was both VERY unnecessary and completely out of nowhere.

Speaking of Pete, it feels like the writers don't know what to do with him. I know he's Clark's best friend...but is he? It was established via dialogue that Clark's close with Chloe and Pete and that the latter has been his best friend since grade school...but it seems like the majority of development has been placed on Lex, Lana and Clark's relationships with the both of them. Chloe's able to snag some storylines and development here and there because she had a crush on Clark and she's got that whole "nosy reporter" thing going for her, but Pete? Sometimes it feels like Pete is just...there. Even with knowing Clark's secret, he's not as involved in the plots as I thought he would be.

Chloe's been a poor friend to Clark a handful of times, but she's not the only one. In the last quarter of the first season, Clark finds out that Chloe has a crush on him and out of nowhere begins this storyline of Clark feeling conflicted because of his long established romantic feelings for Lana and his previously non-existent romantic feelings for Chloe. Lana isn't available (I believe because of Whitney if memory serves me correctly) so he settles for Chloe as a consolation prize, despite the fact that he has not shown even the slightest inkling of being attracted to her even once the entire season. After their relationship crashed and burned in the span of five minutes (because Lana was always his first choice) I realized that we have barely seen the two of them connect as friends. The majority of time Clark spends with Chloe is out of necessity. When he needs to use her, her resources or her connections, is when he makes himself available to her. It's been addressed since I noticed it, but the dynamic hasn't changed much. They're both guilty of being shitty friends.

I'm unclear on what exactly the effects are of Red Kryptonite. It's my understanding that it removes Clark's inhibitions, but removing someone's inhibitions and changing their personality at the core are two different things. It literally turns him into an asshole.

Clark's worst moment so far was definitely allowing Lex to be hauled off to an asylum knowing full well that Lex wasn't having a psychotic break and was actually being drugged by Lionel.

Are we 100% sure that Lionel's government name isn't Lucifer?

I know that Lex Luthor is supposed to be a villain, but bro? If my own father and best friend did me like how they did Lex in episodes 8 and 9 of season 3, I'd turn on everyone too.

Before I forget, now is a good time to mention that in episode 8, there's a scene where a crazed, paranoid Lex yeets Lana through a stable door for having the audacity to pour him some chamomile tea for his nerves. The resulting crash landing startles the horse inside so badly that it promptly tramples on Lana's back. I'd like to take a moment to acknowledge that the scenes that followed of Lana's recovery placed basically all of the emphasis on her left leg. Now to be fair, I did notice that said leg was bent at an unnatural angle after she got stomped out. But the horse was literally doing an Irish folk dance on her SPINE?

I try not to get attached because I know Lex is destined to become a villain...but I find myself rooting for him. Why can't he ever have nice things? 😩

That being said, the moment I realized Lex's life would be a nonstop series of unfortunate events was in S2E2, where a woman with seduction powers manipulates Lex into marrying her sans prenup, all the while planning to off him and abscond with his fortune. But when the plan to gun Lex down is unsuccessful, she shatters a nearby bottle of alcohol on his back and LIGHTS HIM ON FUCKING FIRE. I cannot make this up (and I won't lie, I laughed at first because what the entire fuck). For a character that usually seduces men to do her dirty work, she lit Lex's ass up like the 4th of July with no hesitation whatsoever. 🥴

Last but not least: The level of talent coming from the guy playing Lex Luthor...this man is acting in every scene he gets as though it may be the last one he'll ever get to do in life. 10/10.

#I had so many more thoughts but tweeted them on a suspended account so I can't remember half of what I watched in season 1 #I know Clark has a bedroom it's just a joke #smallville #arrowverse #the flash #dc #dc comics #clark kent

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