#and good luck with finals for you and everyone else going thru those!!!! i do not miss it lol

[teresa-moyocoyotzin]

short recap of my thoughts on 5x09

okay so i was gonna rewatch the whole episode and do a blow-by-blow reaction post but i’m not sure i’ll have time and i kinda wanna focus on watching my fave scenes from the show before tonight. also, everyone else’s reaction posts p. much sum up my thoughts lol 

nonetheless, i just wanted to give my main takeaways on the episode a week later, in case anyone cares where i’m at going into the finale! gonna go over the things i liked first, anyone who wants to just remain positive and not see any salty takes might wanna just stick to reading the first part b/c i definitely rant a bit at the end lmao. we’re still having a fun time tho 😂

THINGS I LOVED

- i mean... i think we know LOL

- obviously. i loved james and teresa’s i love you scenes, and kisses, and OOF THAT SEX SCENE. if someone had told me we were gonna get that scene back in like 2017??? i probably would have started literally floating. i totally respect that people had very specific ideas of what they wanted out of those scenes and could have different feelings about it but NOT ME BABES I AM ECSTATIC!!! i did go into the episode with a ~feeling~ that we were gonna get at least one ILY in the episode, and i just had a feeling it would be james, or at least that he would say it first. i’ve already explained in my meta about the scenes why i think it makes sense that he said it first and why i love it that he did, so i won’t go into that here. but i went in having really no expectations for it other than that it was gonna happen! i was debating about whether it would happen really casually while they’re talking, or in like a big action scene, or really dramatic or what, and what i would prefer, and i came to the conclusion that i would love it no matter what lol, but i was really into the idea of james just. fucking. saying it. while they’re just talking about something really casually. so therefore i was pretty happy with it when we got sort of a mix! they’re talking about teresa’s insane death trap of a plan so there’s that drama of “i don’t want to lose you esp. not before saying ILY” kinda thing, but it’s also just. so simple and sure! and then teresa’s i love you is like the perfect scene for me where one character is super focused on something else (in this case, trying to protect the woman he loves! agh!) and the other is just like.. i love you!!!! SO GOOD

- let’s see, what the hell else happened in this ep?

- oh okay i really liked james and teresa’s vibes this episode, they were so focused on each other and had this very ride-or-die feeling about them like they knew that each of their plans was increasingly stupid and desperate and might not even get them where they wanna go, but they were IN IT TOGETHER no matter what 😭i wish we had gotten a callback to that line but at this point, i’m p. sure they Know they’re in it together, and we do too. so it’s okay. i love that teresa still asks his input and considers his opinions even if she does her own thing anyways haha 

- oh on that note, i LOVED the moment where their plans to kill Kostya aren’t working and Teresa says something like “If I can meet with him in person, I can kill him myself” and James just has this LOOK that just is the epitome of the “I am in love with a women who is DESIGNED TO STRESS ME OUT” meme lol, it made me giggle, v classic QOTS moment 

- oh and of course, I LOVED that scene with devon and james at the end!!!!!!!! i was also confused about how james was showing all his emotions in that scene esp. since he tries to be stoic about his feelings for Teresa around Devon, but now that i’ve read a few people’s thoughts about, it i’m fully on board w the theory that james and teresa already knew this was coming, b/c they’re smart, and b/c james knows devon wouldn’t have let him walk away to save Teresa at the beginning of the season without motivation (like having him in place to kill her when she’s no longer useful to the CIA) and THEREFORE james was sort of “overacting” to make it believable to devon (and the audience lol) that he didn’t know this was coming, didn’t want to do it, but felt like he had to, rather than the fact that they were already plotting a fake death. that makes a lot of sense to me and makes me really love all the layers to that scene. it does give me a little bit of hope that the finale ~teresa’s not really dead~ reveal will be at least a little well executed and not just shoved in at the very end. we shall see though! 

- alright i think that’s what i loved about the episode, if u don’t wanna hear me bitching about the little things then u should probably stop here!! just have to get out some of my saltiness lol 

THINGS I WAS ANNOYED ABOUT

- i’m just gonna get it out of the way, yes, i too was supremely annoyed at the amount of KA and Pote take suburbia; it was all 1000% predictable down to the raccoon and the cookies, and the point could have been accomplished in exactly 1 scene, maybe 2, certainly not like 10 or however many we got. whatever. ugh. 

- okay. OKAY. chicho. we need to talk about chicho. i for one, am not mad that he called pote, my boy was stressed. I AM HOWEVER, mad at the writers for making pote come back after saying he trusted chicho to take care of teresa now. like. it totally devalued THE WHOLE THING!! imo, pote shoulda stayed his ass at home where we had to watch him settle all episode, and chicho should have gotten THE HERO MOMENT HE DESERVED (esp. cuz he’s on first name basis w teresa now??) which ALSO WOULD HAVE MADE THE SCENE WHERE TERESA GIVES CHICHO THE DISTILLERY AND THE BAR SO! MUCH! MORE! MEANINGFUL!!!!! or just made it make sense at all? like .... i’m just so confused by that whole plotline like what was the point? chicho does nothing but call pote and gets T’s whole legacy in NOLA? 

- and don’t even get me started on how it makes ZERO sense that pote would have had to charge in at the last minute to save teresa when JAMES THE SNIPER W AMAZING AIM WHO IS LITERALLY. IN LOVE WITH HER. is standing outside like. ur telling me james and chicho (who again, is supposed to be her #2 after james now) just stood there like “oh hey pote yeah you go ahead we’ll wait here good luck” like WHAT also.. how did pote get past all the guards that made james stay outside? are we meant to believe pote is that sneaky? y’all. it just. doesn’t make sense. this whole plot situation maddens me more than anythings tbh UGH JUST MAKE IT MAKE SENSE 

- oksana’s daughter..... what’s her name again? idk b/c we only MET HER THIS WEEK....okay this amuses me but i’m also annoyed b/c like. there were so many other women who could have taken that spot in the opening sequence... Lil T, Castel, hell even Isabela??? Like idk how they could have done it but they put so much effort into her plot in the first seasons that i really thought she was gonna end up w/ Teresa in the end.. idk that would have been kind cool, Camila’s two “daughters” eventually working their way out of the life together..again idk how they could have realistically done it but i really do wish it had been someone we met before. if it had to be someone new this season, they could have introduced her earlier instead of one of the seemingly dozens of random guys we knew for 1 episode before they died... like.. give her some depth please. is she even gonna be in the finale? honestly she better be after making us listen to pote welcome her into the family... like the family u were supposed to leave so u could have an actual baby pote? the family that’s literally dispersing as we speak? also.. since when did pote love oksana so much anyways? also...... just.. if teresa’s gonna have some sort of daughter figure or whatever she’s supposed to be, wouldn’t it make sense to have her be the one to give the big welcome to the family speech? idk y’all..... i’m amused but also baffled at the sheer lack of planning behind this. did no one realize they needed someone for the opening scene until like. halfway thru the season? did they plan to have it be castel but they couldn’t get her for filming (hence all the weird castel plots?) INQUIRING MINDS WOULD LIKE TO KNOW. it’s whatever tho lol 

- i just hope that what’s-her-name gets a lil bit of plot in the finale esp. since otherwise it might just be pote running around being pissy (i don’t actually think that haha but i am a lil nervous that teresa won’t come back until the last few mins and i’ll have to spend all episode looking at boaz and devon and pote and KA.. i haven’t looked at any spoilers tho so i’m still hopeful! i will probably make a post about my hopes going into the finale a lil later, both realistic and unrealistic :) 

#ik it's all been said before but i just had to get my feelings out before i could move on to the finale #the finale!!! wow.. crazy shit y'all #qots #queen of the south #jeresa #qots 5x09

[doctor-gyro-gearloose]

Understanding Gyro Gearloose

A fair day in Duckburg, the sun was shining and the air was warm on the face a perfect day for a perfect date, thought the ever so brilliant Fenton Crackshell Cabrera who was meeting up with Huey outside of a small coffee shop.

“Fenton!” Huey says, “You asked me to be here, why?”

“Huey! You and Dr. Gearloose know eachother..” Fenton murmurs not making eye contact with Huey when his face begins to warm.

“I’d say so, is there something wrong?” Huey asked.

“No! Gosh there isnt, I was just...wondering if you’d help me...Please dont tell anyone else, but..I want to surprise Dr. Gearloose with a date.” Fenton explains, stammering as he started to sweat.

“Well, then you have come to the right place, oh boy this is exciting! Where do we get to start?” Huey asked.

“Well, if there’s one thing I have to remember about Dr. Gearloose is that I can’t do anything too dramatic, he stresses out easily.” Fenton explains. “Do...you have any advice?”

“You’ve come to the right place Fenton, I know exactly what you need. Sit down my friend!” Huey says.

Fenton smiles, “Oh thank you Huey, youre the best!”

“Of course Fenton, now the most important thing is it to set the mood, you said that Gyro gets stressed easily, so plan for something small.” Huey explains.

“That’s easy! We can watch a movie in the lab, thats his comfort place.” Fenton says.

“Perfect. No big surprises, just a good movie, and some snacks, you guys could get hungry, every good date has snacks.” Huey said.

“Hm, light snacks, Dr. Gearloose doesn’t eat snacks very often, but i know what he likes so I will provide that.” Fenton says.

“Mood lighting. That’ll be everything for your date, warm colors, make it comfortable. Blankets are a must.” Huey says, getting excited for Fenton.

“Yes! I have plenty of those! I’ll use as many as I can to create the most comfort for Dr. Gearloose..” Fenton says.

“What movie do you think will set the tone?” Huey asks.

“Darkwing Duck! I just know Dr. Gearloose will like it.” Fenton says,

“Great. Now we have all the elements for your perfect date.” Huey says.

Fenton smiles. “This is perfect. All I would have to do is get Dr. Gearloose out of the lab so i can decorate it, Boyd can help! He can fly, oh, it’ll be perfect!” He starts to get excited about his little date.

“I know exactly how to get Dr. Gearloose out of his lab, I’ll act like I’m interested in one of his new inventions, and then Ill suggest we show it to Scrooge, he will leave the lab with me and then you can swoop in, decorate it with Boyd, text me when your done and Ill take Gearloose back, and it’ll be perfect!” Huey says, he smiles happy for Fenton.

“I knew I could trust you Huey, thank you.” Fenton says. “You go get Dr. Gearloose now, Ill need as much time as I can get, I have something I want to show him as well.” Fenton says/

“Huey is on it. I wont let you down Fenton!” Huey says.

“This means so much to me, I hope it works.” Fenton says, only a little nervous now.

“Don’t worry Fenton, Ill make sure it works.” Huey says while the two make their way to Gyros lab, Fenton hangs back so that Gyro doesn’t see him sneak in, there would be no way for him to lie about what he was up to, not to Gyro.

Huey walks up to the lab door, knocking on it awaiting Gyro.

Gyro hears the knock, walking over to the door, he opens it. “Red Nephew?”

“Yes its Huey here! I was interested in knowing more about your inventions!”

A rare smile forms on Gyros face. “I never figured any of you would be so interested in my work!”

“You’re the coolest scientist we know! Of course I am.” Huey says while Gyro lets him in his lab.

Gyro adjusts his glasses while he walks to his workspace ready to start information dumping on Huey.

“Can you tell me more about your cool shrink ray?!” Huey asked looking in awe at Gyro.

“Of course!”Gyro picks up the Gearloose Microphone, “The Gearloose Microphone! The microphone that can make tiny voices loud, and of course shrink you to a microscopic size.” He starts to go on in even more depth, gesturing wildly as he spoke. “You see my work is very well crafted Red Nephew, you are smart for taking such an opportunity to understand my inventions. All of the accusations you’ve heard are wrong, my inventions are never evil just wildly misunderstood.” Gyro speaks while lil bulb peaks from his hat as he says ‘evil’.

Huey didn’t quite expect Gyro to talk so long. They were there for a long time before Gyro finally stopped talking to take a breather, Huey took the opportunity to ask Gyro to take his presentation to the manor.

“Can we go up to the manor? I bet Uncle Scrooge would love to hear about the Gearloose Microphone.” Huey gasp, “everyone would love to see it!”

Gyro looks at Huey; “You really think that?!” He sounded hopeful.

“Of course.” Huey says, he smiles “Lets go!” He takes Gyro by the arm running him out of the lab.

Gyro screams, breaking free as soon as the two left the lab. “Never touch me again.”

“Finally.” Fenton says sneaking into the lab, he was starting to worry that Huey was going to be unable to get him out of the lab.

“Hey! Psst Boyd I need your help.” Fenton calls to him.

“Fenton! What do you need?” Boyd asks.

“I’m planing a date with Dr. Gearloose, i need you to help decorate the lab a little bit.” Fenton explains.

Really?! Ill help decorate!” Boyd happily said.

Fenton and Boyd begin to look for some decorations. He took Hueys advice and decorated with warm colors, making the lab a comfortable place to watch a movie in.

“This is going to be a perfect date.” Fenton says while he strings up some lights over the large window in the lab. He continues to tidy the lap, ensuring it will be looking its best when Gyro comes thru the door. Boyd flies putting up little paper lanterns.

“Wow. The lab looks fantastic!” Fenton smiles, the lab nicely decorated, comfortable for Gyro. “Now to just set out some snacks.” Fenton looks all over the lab for food, Gyro didn’t keep to much at the lab, but Fenton was able to make due with what was there. “Perfect!”

He takes out his phone and Texts Huey that has done all that he had needed to do.

Huey gets the message all the way back at the manor, to his luck Gyro stopped talking as he got it.

“And thats the Gearloose Microphone!” He says with pride, while Huey and Scrooge clap for him.

Gyro looks over to the time, “I should really go back to the lab now.”

“I will take you down!” Huey says, walking to lead the way.

Gyro found it odd Huey suddenly liked him so much, but he was enjoying him, not that he would ever admit that.

The two walked to the lab, Gyro opens the door to Fenton standing by it with a rose.

“Dr. Gearloose.” He smiles, handing to him.

“What is the meaning of all this…” Gyro asked, as Huey just winked, leaving while wishing Fenton good luck.

“Well, Dr. Gearloose, you are always so busy working and all...I planned this, very not date to watch a movie!” Fenton explains.

Gyro looked puzzled for a moment, looking at Fenton and all the lights around the lab, sure looked like a date to him.

“Come on! I set up the movie over here in my laboratory!” Fenton takes Gryos hand walking him over to his tiny bathroom lab. “Here we are.” He opens the door, the two enter the small space. “Sit down! I set us up some blankets.”

Gyro didn’t say anything, he sat down while Fenton started up the movie for them, once he was set up he joined Gyro on the floor.

The lights dim and the movie starts, Gyro was still quite confused about what was going on, and why Fenton would put so much effort into something for him, it wasn’t like he deserved it, least he didn’t think so. He sighs, when Fenton looks over at him, smiling.

Gyro suddenly felt warm inside, in the moment he was glad it was dark, because he was in fact blushing, something that he would not have wanted Fenton to see.

The movie goes on, Gyro found himself getting closer and closer to Fenton the longer that they sat and watched Darkwing Duck, before he knew it, he was wrapping himself around Fenton, resting his head on Fentons shoulder; he hadn’t felt this relaxed in ages, it was a weird feeling for him, but he liked it. Fenton was warm, he was cold, the heat felt nice to him on his body, he almost didn’t want whatever it was he had to end. He in fact, had feelings for Fenton whether he wanted to admit it or not, he sure couldn’t deny it now, he smiles admiring Fenton and the movie.

It ends, the two were still quite quiet, not speaking a word, that was until Fenton spoke.

“Doctor Gearloose I would like to show you something...I have been working on.” Fenton says.

“Are you s—I mean of course, what do you want to show me?” Gyro spoke, he didn’t want to admit that he wanted to just stay on the floor snuggling to Fentons warmth.

Fenton smiles. “Behold! This is Gizmocloud.” He says while turning on his computer. “Here, put this on.” He hands Gyro a VR helmet.

Gyro puts it on his head; as Fenton joins him.

“It’s a virtual reality system I have been working on, heh, It’s still in beta. There’s glitches I dont know how to get rid of.”

Gyro was looking in awe, barely listening to Fenton, “This is...impressive F-er—intern.” He nearly slipped out Fentons name, but he couldn’t let Fenton know he liked him that much.

“You really think so?” Fenton says, while slyly turning on the sunset; setting the mood he thought.

“I do! This is incredible….oh forget it, Fenton.” Gyro smiles at him.

“I-I have a name.” Fenton smiles, he looks into Gyros eyes, taking his hand.

“Ah, well..” Gyro blushes, his feelings for Fenton growing stronger the longer they stood looking at each other.

“I think we have really good chemistry, Doctor Gearloose.” Fenton carefully kisses Gyro on the cheek, Gyro, now possibly overwhelmed by all these soft feelings he’s never felt for Fenton before, starts to tear up.

“You...mean all that..you did this all...for me?” Gyro asked.

“Of course, who else would I be doing anything for Dr. Gearloose, nobody is worth any amount of time or effect, just you are.” Fenton says, while Gyro unexpectedly hugs him tightly, his now very warm face touching Fentons.

“Fenton...thank you..” Gyro says, keeping his tight hold on Fenton.

Fenton smiles, overjoyed he couldn’t have asked this date to go any better than it did, quietly thanking Huey as well for all the help that he had provided making it possible.

Gyro then returns a small sweet to Fentons cheek, “Consider us even now.” He says, while he in reality also wraps around Fenton, kissing him softly.

While soft music begins to play, thanks to Boyd, the two return to reality.

Gyro is quiet again, looking at Fenton fiddling with his own thumbs.

“You ...don’t want this to end do you?” Fenton asked, he was starting to understand Gyros body language a lot more, understanding what he wanted without actually outright saying it.

Gyro shook his head, making Fentons statement true, he didn’t want it to end, not ever, he wraps himself around Fenton, causing the two of them to fall to the floor.

Fenton smiles, his date a larger success than he could have ever asked for.

The two of them laid snuggling for a long while until Fenton had fallen asleep, Gyro still wrapped around him admiring him, he couldn’t believe Fenton went thru all of that, just to have a simple little date with him. He didn’t realize how often he was pushing Fenton away until this point. Part of him felt guilty, but also lucky that Fenton had never once given up on him. He was greatful for him, truly he loved Fenton, he just never knew how to say it, until Fenton showed him how, just now. Gyro smiles, for once as he falls asleep wrapped around Fenton, where he could stay, forever.

#gyro gearloose #ducktales #ducktales 2017 #dr gearloose #fenton crackshell cabrera #fenro #here’s a fanfic #its..the gandra dee episode but make it FENRO #enjoy #fanfic #fan fiction

[hazelcephalopod]

The Eye of the World Ch 27-28

Summary- While team Luck runs, everyone else travels. Trails are found and a new directions chosen.

Disclaimer: this is my first read thru but I’ve watched all of the show this far and been spoiled on some book things. So… I’m going to lean into that. Enjoy figuring out what I know, and what I think I know, and what I just don’t. Also s/x I add commentary when I edit.

Spoilers for the first book and up to the most recent episode under the cut. Potential spoilers for latter books.

Ch 27

Perrin POV

Still with the Tuatha’an. I still like them here

Honestly that (slow) pacing is probably best if you spend most of your life traveling.

He (Elyas) understands the traveling life even if not the pacifism

Also yes I realize when I type ‘the Tuatha’an’ I’m basically saying ‘the the People’. (I know enough Irish to know that)

Elyas- no you need to eat and rest. Even if you and I don’t like it here, we stay. Also I’m not leaving because someone has to protect you children’

Pie…. Mmm. Food!

Well the wolves can smell Trollocs really well so there’s that. I’m guessing Elyas knows that.

‘The plot says wait so we wait!’

“Nothing is hunting them” -Perrin on the Tuatha’an. My observation- Sure, probably not actively but doesn’t sound like their lives are easy. Being happy despite hardship doesn’t mean they don’t experience it.

Perrins dancing!

… unexpected horny on main. Tbh, I was wondering when that’s kick up. Not hoping just wondering

“What do I do now? What would Rand do? He knows about girls?” -Perrin thinking to himself when confronted by girls dancing slightly ‘suggestively’ -I’m sure there’s a better word but it’s not coming to me- for the first time. LMAO. Mm, sure. lol. Rand know what to do? Oh wow. No Perrin. No. That’s adorable.

It also. Wtf is this man? (I know. I know what it it. It’s… let’s just say I’ve been warned)

I said what I said. But I bet it is a fun dance to learn! So good for Egwene.

Yea Egwene is right. She’s got it, enjoy the respite.

It seeps into you by being honestly quite nice.

“There is never any excuse for violence to another *human being*. The Way of the Leaf.” -teotw.

Also. Aram, Egwene is for sure not gonna stay here. Sry not sry.

Aw yes, the supernatural inhumane dangers. But see. Maybe, the pattern does actually just like them? Hmm? No one else. Just them.

Mmm that trauma really hit you hard man.

“No Ba’alzamon. Just ordinary nightmares.” -(Perrin) on his awful Trolloc nightmares [editor me- uh oh]

Wolf powers! Improve!

Oh it’s Balzo again. Interrupting a wolf dream… leave the wolf alone. No!

“The Eye of the World will consume you…” -Ba’alzamon- Balzo to Perrin, being his usually spooky, evil, dramatic self.

He also threw a raven at him. Which is weird -and a call back to earlier raven things. But no wound when Perrin woke. So there’s that at least.

Yup. Ol’ Balzo finally found you. Sry ‘bout that.

“[Raen to Elyas] ‘I think the wagons will go east. Perhaps all the way to the Spine of the World. Perhaps we’ll find a *stedding*, and stay there a while.’ ‘Trouble never enters the *stedding*,’ Elyas agreed. ‘But the Ogier…’” -Teotw as Elyas tells Perrin they must flee. Raen notes something and makes a decision as to where he will lead his band.

Nice bit of lore there.

Really do actually enjoy that we are in the character’s perspectives and those perspectives are not always accurate. Like Egwene wasn’t going to stay with the Tuatha’an, but Perrin never really asked what she thought he just assumed. And this far for teenagers I buy that.

I feel a little sry for Aram. But only a little.

Plz. Tuatha’an men hug. I buy only that they know Perrin doesn’t.

Ah yes. Ritual goodbyes!

Was Elyas a Tuatha’an?

Sure. Wolves are like jock preps. Dogs are himbo jocks

Ha! Egwene did finally get Elyas to ride Bela

“Perrin did not want to think about his dream. He had thought that the wolves made them safe. /Not complete. Accept. Full heart. Full mind. You still struggle. Only complete when you accept./“ -teotw. (/words/ are the wolves).

Lol. And he’s like ‘that was weird. Don’t like’ these wolves- ‘dude. Really? We just told you we could help if you’d let us. And all you’ve got is this is creepy, no? Enjoy your haunting nightmares.’

I’m sry Perrin but, Fuck you. Let her enjoy her jewelry from her ex.

“Advice! Nobody tells us how to be men. We just are.” -Perrin on Egwene telling him Ila was giving her advice on being a woman.

& I live thru Egwenes answer- “That, is probably why you make such a bad job of it.” And Elyas cackling.

Ch 28

Nynaeve! Nynaeve POV

Also at Whitebridge…

Oh fuck. Nynaeve (to herself) ‘oh I’ll train to be an Aes Sedai. To wreck you Moiraine’

“Moiraine would not tell her anything!” -(Nynaeve)

Well she answered. By magic. That’s how.

As for the rest. Infuriatingly closed lipped and dismissive yea

“If only there was some way to get rid of the woman [Moiraine]. Lan would be better by himself… And yet, Lan made her even more furious than Moiraine. She could not understand how…” -(Nynaeve). Lol

Oh she just has a great deal of experience in that duel type I suspect.

Oh yea the shoe drop anxiety. (Nynaeve)- “The silence seemed like a crystal doomed to shatter, and waiting for the first crack put her teeth on edge. It weighted on Moiraine and Lan, too…” -

She is part of the Pattern!

More watching…

Everyone is worried about the White Bridge falling down.

Little comfort when the wheel seems to will a Fade to your village.

“She did not ask questions; she gave sympathy…” -(Nynaeve) seeing Moiraine help the people of Whitebridge.

Townspeople, terrified- ‘this is fine.’ (Standing in their ruined town)

This is such a good example of the rumor mill

Hey at least it sounds like the Spray is ok! And Cap Domon. If rumors are true

Hey that found that inn! Bartim’s inn

“Their meal was consumed in silence…” -teotw. Oh so no Bartim talking to them about his feet? Shame. /s (I had enough for a lifetime already)

“Lan spared him one glance and snorted, ‘Militia. Useless.’” -Lan seeing the guard that reminds Nynaeve of Cenn Buie.

Red uniforms are interesting.

Wow. She got all that from the air? Cool

Can Aes Sedai move in a way that is a lie?

Didn’t stay long huh? Understandable

Off to Caemlyn!

#the wheel of time #wheel of time #wot #many thoughts on twot teotw #< block or filter to stop seeing these posts #wot book spoilers #twot book spoilers #twot book #eotw spoilers #eye of the world #the eye of the world

[unproduciblesmackdown]

like i am fine (enough) with all the plot devicery & him being a joke, even if that's of course hardly peak fun This Is Billions and that's how things often go, this is just potentially pulling the rug out Hard when i got my hopes up thanks to the 5x05 thru 5x07 period where it was like "oh hey the writers coming through, b/c surely when they were glad to finally get to write winston as much as they wanted that meant not just more material for him in sheer runtime but also in its complexity / variety b/c of this availability; why would they want to write him in more than they did in s4 / want to keep the character around into s5 & beyond if not" like wow all that focus in 5x05 even if it was a mixed bag, his longest arc yet, oh wow his arc with rian extends beyond even that one episode, wow it's Character stuff for its own sake / his feelings seem to be presented seriously :] finally a payoff, finally the Winston Character Material

like was already into the start of s5 frustrated abt [plot device only] and this is not New but it's not just the potentially dashed (let's call them bruised) hopes of those arcs from 5x05 through 5x07, this is about his character Overall, hence the prior extremely similar frustration.......like, had sure been thinking it Could just be a coincidence that, for some reason, not only have winston and taylor not had a real conversation since 3x11, but more mysteriously winston will often engage with taylor To No Response; i am going to flip out and not in a way everyone likes or respects if the Truth is that taylor feels the same way everyone else does and has disdain for winston / allows him to be around only Begrudgingly for his limited, nigh inadvertent Usefulness, but unlike other's they Can listen to what he says & refrain from expressing their disdain usually, they'll just always feel that b/c that's the Right, Objective way to regard winston

like i said, only secondarily discouraged re: riawin & less so i suppose, b/c there's still the way rian has acted towards him / the fact it seems a lot more involved to suppose rian does not like him as a person at all / alllll the work being done by eva victor saying they have a "horrible intense passionate" dynamic which, always going "hmm. uh oh" at the horrible and i guess it's possible Intense Passionate doesn't mean they kiss, but how passionate can it get if rian does not take him seriously at all b/c she's smart like taylor and no one does, including taylor.......but as always, both pre and post riawin being introduced, going like "boy not even sure i'd want the writers to humanize winston / give him serious emotional material by giving him a romantic subplot b/c i think they'd probably make him a joke :/ aka it'd only be fine if they wrote it well as character material beyond [just a joke at his expense]" and riawin Has felt like a pleasant surprise, but now that i'm just Overall having to go "Is winston just an eternal punchline" that goes for riawin too, there's always been the underlying anxiety that Rian Could Simply Think Winston's Entertaining When He's Annoyed Into Theatricality, and tbh i think "someone Wants to interact with winston just b/c they find it amusing to rile him up & get his personality to kick in harder" would be worse than simply being dismissive and/or shutting him down / ignoring him.....5x05 could be that she Does think his variety of opinion is valuable and/or wants him around for that personal entertainment of messing with him (and not in a good way :( ) and would've gotten pedantic about luck & math at anyone who brought it up, 5x06 could be [enjoying messing with him], 5x07 could've been "she would've talked to anyone about all that".....and even if they do kiss and stuff that doesn't mean she necessarily Takes Him Seriously / is genuinely interested in him As A Person, and that he's not a joke there.....if they go right to being friends (or end up there) you'd think that'd more require taking him at all seriously / being interested in him as a person, and that's always the ultimate priority here re: rian & winston's Dynamic, possible messy romantic/sexual relationship arc or not......the material can always treat winston Seriously without the Tone being serious, you know, like so far the riawin stuff Is always fun and funny but not a joke at his expense, unless it overall ends up being that way for no particular reason but that this is a new way for winston to be pwned by the material......(am also somewhat Optimistic b/c the way rian acts around winston is Unique to those interactions, why dial that back / backtrack it.....unless, again, it's just that rian loves a good joke / to be entertained) (this is all about going "alright i'm giving up (continues to have hope)" as i have about billions repeatedly lmfao but here i am, unfortunately still Caring)

#hardly a neat thesis statement in here but i just have a lot to say #it's winston (billions)!!!!! of course i do #it's not about any one thing......it's really just about. is winston Just A Joke and they have no interest in writing anything else #expressed it as ''is he like fanon jared'' a min ago l o l.......adam perlman doing research like ''bathbombs!! So funny omg'' #i Especially cling to hope re the riawin dynamic. thanks to the most textual stuff i suppose lmfao #but i also really hope that it's not just that Taylor Has Contempt For Winston Too B/c This Is Objectively Accurate / Correct #whyyyyyy would it be. why is he excluded #but then some slight indirect textual hope lmao Through the riawin hope b/c.... #if taylor thinks rian is smart and Like Them. and rian takes winston seriously (pending but....there's still some real evidence lol) #then i at least doubt that that's meant to be the ''objective'' Correct Stance.........s i g h #winston billions #the tl;dr here i guess is i'm agonizing over Old Frustrations / Concepts i was already wrangling previously #then billions got my hopes up and has somewhat dropped me back down so it's like oh i'm extra sensitive to this lmao #although i guess also possibly normal sensitive. i've always gotten periodically Quite Frustrated / smad about it lmao #and especially of course after events like 4x11 or 5x05......... #if he doesn't care if taylor values him; if they Don't value him.....what are we doing here. what's his reason for being here lmfao

[inkheart01]

The Crossover conundrum

Or the DOOM x EFTS crossover nobody but I was interested in

Alternative title: Someone builds a dimensional hole puncher and the first one thru is Doomguy

I'll edit when I have enough brainpower to make words do the pretty thing. Bonapitete. Enjoy. Here's my disaster. adios

The day started like any other, though Calle didn’t know whether to call it day, night, dawn or dusk, or everything and anything in between considering she was floating around in a giant warship in some sector of the galaxy that she had no possible way to pronounce. She took pride in knowing that she was the furthest human away from Earth. No, that was a lie. Last she had checked, Jade was on the other side of the ship. But still, the sentiment was valid.

A rough blow to her shin spurred the young woman out of her stupor. She whipped towards the culprit, who was buried half under a giant ring, deep in the guts of the mechanism. Calle didn’t know what it was and didn’t want to.

Jemma pushed herself out from the behemoth, signing for a helping hand before clambering back under, pale face stained with dirt and mousy hair slick from sweat.

Calle reached towards the nearby mess of supply’s, handing Jemma exactly what she had asked for.

Which meant that moments later, she had front row seats to watch as the girl channelled her inner high schooler and rocket out from under the ring, tossing the literal hand with all the strength and speed of a professional pitcher.

And then she came for Calle, going straight for the talkers ankles as she ran, laughing and crying in mad glee.

Almost lost in the cacophony of joy, the machine beeped loudly, once, twice, three times.

Then it screamed.

Bathing the room in a violent red glow, it sprung to life, gears and cogs churning as it wailed, beeping and flashing in a wild symphony of horror.

The two girls sprung to action, Calle slamming the button to the intercom, screaming over the chaos as Jemma lunged towards the beast, twisting knobs and levers in a mad attempt to silence it. Time seemed to drag on ph so slowly as the two battled against the towering ring, desperate to quell it before the ship tore in half from its quakes.

They almost missed the door shuddering open like a camera, an influx of children and aliens pouring into the room and into action.

Jade was still in her flight suit, and Calle briefly realised that she would have to apologise again. The self-proclaimed pilot never got to fly.

Ian raced to help Jemma with the controls alongside Rochelle and Hunter, the towering aliens orange complexion drowned out by the violent red.

The only one who seemed to sink deeper into the glow was Max, who, alongside Hayley and Bayley and Adam, took up defensive positions around the machine, guns drawn and ready for anything that emerged.

The rest, Calle, Jade, Eviee and Maeve rushed to tear into the machine but were forced back by another shudder.

Which meant that the whole of the Lazarus’ VIP crew had first-class access to the portal swirling with a sickening green, and a metal giant emerging.

Towering and frightening, the human emerged from the portal, shotgun at the ready and so impossibly imposing.

Clad in green armour, the man was a sight.

And then he charged. Far too fast for anything human, he barrelled past Jade, past Ian and Adam. Straight for the triplets standing guard.

Calle cried out a warning, unable to help as the siblings leapt aside, followed closely by the man.

And then, almost in slow motion, the door opened again, revealing the tiny shape of Emily, bathed in light. She stood with her bear clutched tight, eyes wide and searching. “Teddy?”

And the man froze, turning to the six-year-old in shock.

Taking the moment of opportunity, Max lunged, all 11feet and 4inches of alien crashing into the man like a freight train.

But the man was quicker, spinning out of the Rashikk’s way. But he didn’t account for the aliens head-tail.

Quick as a whip, the length shot forward, desperately trying to wrap around his armoured neck, but with little luck. And so Max lunged again, dodging the arm blade and pulling the man to the floor with a strength that anyone who had seen a Rashikk fight, would know was a mere fraction of their might.

And anyone who knew Max, also knew that he was just waiting for an opportunity to unleash hell.

And that presented itself in the armoured man on the floor, who, with startling strength, pushed the alien off and lunged for his Shotgun, the weapon having been knocked aside in the calamity.

But Adam was faster, nimble and quick, he scrabbled for the gun, tossing his rifle to Calle who easily slid into his place, gun aimed at the man and finger on the trigger. Adam slid under the man's arm, gun in hand as the warship lurched.

The armoured man slid, unaccustomed to Vivaane’s piloting, or the alarming nimbleness of the Lazarus, and Max took the opportunity to force the man's helmet off and knocking him out in the process.

Hours later, after the crews buzzing had died down, Captain Kalishnamara strode was not the medical wing, intent on finding out what the incident was this time.

But nothing could prepare her for what she saw when the doors opened.

Eight humans flitted around the room, Emily was perched on Max’s bed, bear in her lap as she laughed at her adopted father's antics. Eviee and Jemma, ever the scientists, were drilling into the half armoured man confined to the room, a dark robot at his side, translating. Jade, Rochelle and Ian were watching, transfixed as the Rashikk triplets tried and failed to beat Adams score for the fastest time to take apart and re-assemble a gun.

And then there was the Askiir, Maeve, the one she trusted the least, who was hovering nervously around Eviee. She had nothing against him personally, but when one gas the ability to manipulate emotions, there will always be a slight distrust, at least in her experience, Eviee seemed fine with the lanky bug.

Jade was the first to notice Kalishnamara and snapped to attention seconds before everyone else, bare the two newcomers, and Emily who was using the wrong hand, but no one held that against her, and if they did, the Lazarus fleet was always ready for a hunt.

“At ease. Alright, I’ll keep it simple. Someone’s already given me the incident report and I’ll get around to it when I have the patience”, Eviee made quick work of translating the Rashikk���s odd symphony of clicks and whistles that made up their spoken language. “All I want to know is if there is a body count”

“Not today”, Bayley answered cheekily, earning a laugh from those in the room that could understand, and leaving the last two to Waugh’s for Eviee translation.

“Good. Let’s keep it that way a little longer”, finally moving from the doorway, she stalked towards the newest members of her VIP crew, noting something peculiar in the way they communicated.

Leaning down as not to be overheard, she motioned to Jemma. “You both speak in the language of hands, yet you cannot understand each other without translations. Why is this?”. Though she was still not fluent in Jemma’s hand language, she understood enough of the basics to cobble together a sentence.

‘Different hand language. Different Home’

“I see. Thank you”. The captain rose to her full height, and the man glared, unknowingly annoyed at feeling oddly small not once, nor twice, but three times since coming through the portal. Was this what everyone else felt when he walked past?

Eviee dutifully translated the aliens oddly melodic language, a strange sound to come from creatures so adept at war.

“On behalf of the Crew and Residents, I welcome you aboard the Lazarus” the robot thanked her, introducing himself and the man. Flynn and Vega. Odd names, but who was she to judge. “I am Captain and Fleet Commander Kalishnamara. But you may call me Lisa. It is a nickname, as I am told.

“You will be regarded as VIP guests while aboard, much like everyone in this room. Please, referring from breaking any of my men why we try to get you home. Now, any questions?”

“Just one actually”, Vega spoke up, “how can you understand them?”

It took Lisa an embarrassingly long time to realise that the robot had been talking to Eviee, who was desperately hiding her laughter from the confused Captain. But still, she managed to pull her source up and reveal the thick golden band around her bicep. “Universal translator. It hurt like hell but is incredibly useful. The downside, both speaking parties have to have one to be able to communicate.”

Flynn turned to look towards Emily, who was squealing as Max and Rochelle bickered.

“What’s the diagnosis doc?”

“You want my diagnosis? Your gonna fuckin die!”

“Don’t worry about her”, Eviee waved off the giants concern. “She doesn’t have one. We’re working on an alternative”

At that same moment, Lisa turned towards Max. “I was told that no major injuries were sustained. Why are you in Ned at?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. The beds are just comfortable”

Lisa sighed as she left the room, muttering about needing a drink. Followed by Jade, Calle, Ian and Adam, the rest of the Chaos club, two aliens, a robot and a confused mountain of a man and a six-year-old and her stuffed bear.

The day ended like any other, in that the Days without Incident board was wiped clean, five new reports were written up, and the crew was abuzz. The only new thing being that the armoury was now locked, indefinitely.

#EFTS #DOOM #God these kids #its a wonder there still fucking alive #Doomguy: Sees child #Also Doomguy: The fuck is you? #G/T #If you squint #Minigiants maybe #my writing #FUCK YEAH EFTS #Escape From The Stars

[mickeytheticklee]

like a wolf to the moon

*haven't done this in a long time so I wanted to do it again*

*kinda based off of that loona fic I made recently*

Oh Hyejoo...my baby wolf Hyejoo...I wish you the best of luck during this comeback but please don't overwork yourself.

But then she comes home ready to pass out with another set of bruises on her knees. Haseul was helping her balance and set her on the couch. Chaewon bought her some ice to set down while the others were trying to get cool. I stood there just looking at her, making sure she's okay. I hate when I become worried because it makes me do nothing but stare in her eyes. I came to Yeojin as a way to check on Hyejoo. She said she was getting better and that they can rest for a couple of days. Their next music show performance wasn't until Thursday. The reason why everyone was burnt out tired was because they had two rehearsals and they decided to go all out on all three performances. It's fine to go all out but this is Paint The Town, it's already tiring after one time. Doing it three times would be like a three hour workout in three minutes. But Yeojin did reassure me about Hyejoo's health which made me better. Of course I would still be worried but if something was wrong Haseul would force bbc to extend their break. So I let Hyejoo be cared by her members and washed up first so the girls can wash up.

It was later in the night. Jinsoul kissed me goodnight and reassured me that Hyejoo was alright. She knew that I was still worried since Hyejoo and I haven't talked since this morning. But Hyejoo barely talks unless she's in a good mood so I don't really care. By the time Jinsoul leaves, Hyejoo comes. With her sitting on the couch I thought it was my cue to leave. I hand her the remote and get up to leave as Hyejoo grabs my waist and sets me on her lap on the couch. All without saying a word to me. Affection wasn't usual in Hyejoo's dictionary. She only did it to Chaewon and even then she doesn't do it all the time. It's mostly a once a month thing unless Haseul or Vivi force her to hug in pictures. But it was very odd, then trying to get out and she's pulling me harder is even more odd. She was most likely trying to be affectionate as a way of comfort but girl is doing a terrible job at it. It's okay, I appreciate her trying tho. I then try to use my strength to get my arms out of her waist all for her to not feel a thing. She just stares at me and waits for me to give up so she can tickle me. After I gave up she was tickling my back while her arms were still wrapped around me. I was squealing with laughter while moving my body in hopes that I wouldn't be under the spell of her arms. But Hyejoo had a tight grip on me. She was easily as strong as Sooyoung, which says a lot.

Miren: Hyejoo...please stop. I promise I'm not worried about you.

Hyejoo: I thought you liked being tickled. So I'm doing you a favor.

I wasn't used to Hyejoo being a ler, or even tickling me. Tickling was still a new concept to her. At first she didn't like it, then she saw Heejin tickling me and suddenly she was interested. But she wasn't ready to tickle me when it was just the two of us. She only liked tickling if she was used as a secret weapon with Chaewon. Hyejoo released me but told me to stay or else I would get her wrath first thing in the morning with Jiwoo. And that's my main weakness, tickling that involves Jiwoo or Hyejoo. That tickle combo is very dangerous. So I did stay by her but wanted to annoy her. I just did it because she was in a good mood and I know I wouldn't be running away from her. I then poked her cheeks, then sides, then got back on her lap to kiss her cheek. She wasn't doing anything but looking at how happy I was. While I kept patting her head her hand slowly moved to my tummy. I didn't notice it because she kept focusing on me. I tried to be as still as I can for her but it's difficult. Those fingers catching every ounce of tummy and tickling was torture. I tried to limit my moving because I knew one little movement would cause her to be more of a tickle monster. I was already giggling but tried to see how I can do holding it in. I was fine, Hyejoo didn't start exposing the skin so I was fine. However she's a big teaser (thanks to a girl named Yerim).

Hyejoo: Don't you wanna laugh? I won't make fun of you I promise.

Such a big ass lie. She was joking around one time because I have a weird laugh when tickled behind my neck. It's fine to giggle around Hyejoo but nothing else after that. I was fine with her little tummy scratches over the shirt. As of now I was feeling content with myself. Being tickled, Hyejoo and I finally hanging out and getting close. One thing I do notice is that her eyes sparkle whenever I let out a yelp or just shiver in tummy tickles. I do notice that little smile that comes out of her when I do that but she pretends that Hyejoo doesn't exist. Then after at least 30 minutes Hyejoo now found out she can tickle my tummy while my shirt was up. I now needed to stop her because I promise I wasn't going to laugh in front of her. Right when she was about to do it I put my hands on her wrists. She looked at me acting worried but in reality she was getting impatient on me. I tried to lie it thru and say I should go to bed. She knew I was lying and yelled out Jiwoo's name so I can be scared. I fell for it...again.

Miren: I'll let you tickle my stomach once you admit you like my laugh.

Hyejoo: Why must I say it if you already know?

Damn it Hyejoo stop either being a bitch or a flirty baby it's not helping me. I lifted up my shirt a bit and planted Hyejoo's hand on my side. She was first feeling it, then caressing it, she knew she was waiting on an unexpected laugh from me. She then did light tickles then suddenly a surprise pinch which got me almost falling to her. I heard her laughing at how embarrassing my reaction was as she helped me find my balance. I told her I didn't want to be tickled anymore but she told me to continue. I lifted my shirt again and she lightly tickled it. I was resisting the urge of another outbreak of giggles. Then Hyejoo did a raspberry which made me fall on the floor with laughter. After I was leaving because Hyejoo was already teasing me enough. Hyejoo of course followed me to hug me to know that she still loved me and my laughter.

Hyejoo: Let's do this again, and next time... actually remember that I love seeing you laugh.

#tickling #kpop tickle #kpop tickling #loona #olivia hye #son hyejoo

[zexalweek]

Zexal Week Prompts

Hello again, everyone! It's time to reveal the prompts for Zexal Week! Now, just as a reminder, Zexal Week will be Sunday, May 24th thru Saturday, May 30th!

You are in no way obligated to participate, though if you do, you don't have to do every day if you don't want! You can do half the days, every other day, or even just one day if you'd like! 

But participating in Zexal Week isn't limited to producing content! Contributions are as simple as reblogging others' works, sharing your favorite new content, and commenting on what you find enjoyable, even if its something as simple as a “thank you” or a thumbs-up.

Finally, I want to thank those who sent in suggestions/ideas for prompts for Zexal Week! I tried to incorporate them all as best as I could!

Without further ado, here are the prompts!

Sunday, May 24th: High School/College! Share your ideas for what you believe would happen in High School or College for the characters! 

Monday, May 25th: Crossovers/AUs! Either create a crossover/AU, expand on one you've already created, and/or share your favorites made by other individuals!

Tuesday, May 26th: Songbird! Take any song (or lyrics from a song) you want and relate it to Zexal somehow! Be it a specific character(s), a scenario, or an idea you've had, and then share it with everyone, whether it be through fanart, fanfic, AMV, a blurb of text, whatever you like! (suggested by anonymous)

Wednesday, May 27th: Gimme Some Love! Pick a character you feel didn't get enough attention (whether it was from the writers, or the fandom) and give them that attention for the day! Draw them, GIF them, write about them, talk about them, give them an AMV, anything!

Thursday, May 28th: Rarepair Hell! Share your rarepair(s) in any way you want, or if you have none, your OT3(s)! If neither apply, share a ship you think is underappreciated!

Friday, May 29th: When You Wish Upon A Star... What's one wish you've had for Zexal? Whether it be something you'd hoped happened during the series, or something outside of the series (i.e. a movie, a mini-series, etc.)

Saturday, May 30th: Free day! Use this day to do what you want! Want to catch up on a day you missed? Not a problem! Want to expand on a previous prompt? Detail away! Want to take the reins and make/do something all your own? Go for it!

And if any of those don’t fit your fancy, here is a small list of alternate prompts, both general and specific!

Animal Crossing! With the current fad being Animal Crossing, try your take on characters in the Animal Crossing style, or as animal villagers! (suggested by anonymous)

D&D Night! It's D&D night for the Zexal Characters. Who's playing? Who's DM? What is everyone's characters? What happens during the campaign? Do they even know what D&D is!? (suggested by anonymous)

OC(s)! Share your OC(s), and/or share your favorites made by other individuals!

Content Creator Appreciation! Share your favorite Zexal fan content creators! Be it because of their art, GIFs, fanfics, AMVs, text posts, or anything else in between!

“Maybe, in another life... could we have been friends?” (suggested by anonymous)

“You're making this harder than it needs to be.” (suggested by anonymous)

“If there was ever a reason to love you, this has to be it.”

“Wishing on a star sounds stupid. ...I'll do it just this once.”

“Get offa me! It's hot enough as it is!”

“No number of lifetimes could ever justify this.”

“I know I don't need them to change my fate.”

“And as I walk beside these shattered ruins of the past...”

“I feel like I've gone blind without you.”

“With a little bit of magic, and maybe a kiss for good luck, I'll get it done.”

“Is this what it feels like to be old?!”

For those of you participating, I will be tracking the tags “#Zexal Week” and “#Zexal Week 2020” to find your posts and reblog them here! If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to message me!

See you guys in 2 weeks!

#Zexal #Zexal Week #Zexal Week 2020 #ygo Zexal #Yugioh Zexal #Zexal Week Original Post

[kind-wolf]

Happy Birthday 

to one of the loveliest people I have the pleasure to call friend! 

@angelaiswriting​

I wrote you a little story. Although it just recently dawned on me that I f*cked up by showing you the writing from my prime time. In comparison, this seems a bit lame. But I did my best. Hope you can enjoy it at least a little!

"You can not just get her flowers for her birthday, Volodya!" Anatoly insisted.

"She's also getting this." his brother replied, suggestively grabbing between his legs.

Anatoly sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that day. He was no expert in women and relationships either, (he still thinks it was pure luck that brought him and his wife together), but he was certain that giving your girlfriend only flowers and sex on her birthday, was not a good idea. And it certainly was not enough for a woman that puts up with his brother.

And as soon as he voiced that very thought, Vladimir rounded on him, scowl deeply etched into his features. "What do you mean put up with me?"

Toly, long used to his brother's temper only leveled him with a look.

And thus Volodya ended the discussion by huffing and storming into his office.

But in private, Vladimir couldn't help but think about his brother's words. Angela and him were so different, she was sweet and innocent, far too good compared to his calloused hardness, yet she doesn't seem deterred by his gruff behavior. But she is probably expecting more from him in this case. Something nice. Like her.

They had met in the little Russian corner store Ulyana always insisted to go to when he helped her with her groceries. It had been obvious, not only to him but also to the old Lady that this young woman was somewhat lost between all those foreign products. If it had been for Vladimir, he wouldn't have spared her a second glance, but of course, Ulyana insisted he goes and offers some help. And there was a glint in the old woman's eyes, he didn't like. Not one bit.

From that moment on, things escalated quickly. So quickly in fact that he can barely recall how it all happened. But here he was, months later, thinking about whatever birthday present his girlfriend wants. Fuck.

Days. Fucking days, countless packs of cigarettes and a very persistent headache later, he finally figured something out. It was perfect for her.

He would have to suffer though. But what is a little suffering after spending years in that shithole in siberia?

Also, a small part of him felt gleeful over the fact that it wasn't something she could or would want to return, even when she some day inevitably decides to leave him. This will be something from him that stays with her. A constant reminder.

~~~~~~~~~

Working on your own birthday sucked. Not that you had any big plans. It was a weekday and everyone had to work, so you figured you'd have a nice dinner with Vladimir, his brother and your friends on the following weekend.

You perked up a little when you came through the door of Vladimir's (who were you kidding? You basically lived here.) apartment and saw that the lights were on. He was home. Unusually early. Another exception made for you, after already getting up early today to get you fresh & gluten-free cupcakes, coffee and flowers before you had to go to work. You smiled to yourself. The softie.

When you entered the living room where he was sat watching some serial killer documentary with a drink in hand, you immediately spotted something out of the ordinary in the corner. Something big and square that was hidden underneath two blankets.

"Hey Volodya!" you greeted him with a chaste kiss after plopping down besides him. "What's this in the corner?"

He grinned. "Suprise for my birthday girl." When you sat up, clearly intending to have a look, he grabbed you around the waist and pulled you closer to him again. "For later." he amended. And to effectively distract you, his other hand came up to gently grasp your chin and guide you to him.

Kissing Vladimir still gave you butterflies every time. He always saw himself as this rough gangster, but when he kissed you his true self always shone through. It wasn't harsh or demanding. Sure, sometimes it was rough and dominating, but only in those moments. In general, it felt like the perfect mixture of adoration and passion. He rarely says how he feels. In fact, he had only ever said I love you once. But his kisses, they tell you every day.

It took you a second to get your bearings when Vlad pulled back. "Go get changed in something comfortable. We're picking your birthday present."

You were confused. "I'm supposed to pick my own present?"

"Don't start with that look. You'll like it. Promise." Vladimir assured you, giving you a rare genuine smile.

"Fiiiiine."

It wasn't long before Volodya pulled into the parking lot of a building, you had walked by a thousand times but never dared to go inside.

"The dog shelter!?" you exclaimed, voice raising with excitement. "We're getting a dog?l"

"You are getting a dog. You always wanted one, no?"

Instead of using words, you answered him by basically leaping across the seats and smothering him in kisses. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou!"

Vladimir chuckled and carefully pushed you away. "Enough. I thought dog might try to lick my face. Not you."

You wiggled your eyebrows playfully. "I know, you prefer when I lick something else."

"Don't start. Get out. Before I change my mind." Vlad growled, not able to hide his grin at the end.

He was probably bluffing, but still, you wouldn't take the chance and quickly hopped out of the car, almost running to the entrance.

In the last second however, Vlad caught up to you and stopped you by grabbing your wrist. "Before we go inside, you have to promise one thing, Мышка."

He was using his serious gangster tone, as you liked to call it, so you just nodded, waiting for him to go on.

"It will not sleep in bed."

"But if it's..."

"нет!"

"But when you're..."

"Not in bed."

"Alright, alright."

When you two stepped thru the door and up to the counter, the woman behind it greeted you with a friendly smile. "Ah, Mr. Miller, back with your wife now I see!"

You startled, confused not only at the way she greeted Vladimir, but also at the word wife.

Before you could correct her, Vlad gave her his version of a friendly smile. "Yes. She can pick one now."

She directed another smile at you. "Very well. Let me just get my colleague, she'll show you around."

As soon as she was out of earshot, you turned to Vlad, eyes still wide. "Mr. Miller? Wife? What? You've been here before? What?"

Vlad snorted at your obvious confusion. "да. Been here and asked what we need for dog. And to get papers ready. With fake information."

"So that's the box in the living room." you mused out loud. And before your brain could catch up with your mouth, you added: "You shouldn't have made me your wife. I don't even wear a ring."

Vlad gave you one of his calculating looks, where you couldn't tell what was going on in his brain. "So, you don't want to be my wife. I'll remember that."

"Oh. I- I didn't... That's not.. " you stuttered, face heating up immediately. That was really not what you were thinking. It just caught you off guard. Especially since you didn't think he would be the kind of guy that thinks about marriage.

Volodya's quiet chuckle and his hand squeezing yours stopped your brain from going into overdrive. "Мышка, it was joke!"

Thankfully you were saved from further stuttering by the woman returning with her colleague.

Time to pick your new companion!!

~~~~~~~~~~

Vladimir couldn't stop the smile from showing on his face as Angela's eyes lit up at seeing the first dog.

"Look Volodya! He's so fluffy!"

"Awww! Such a cute snout!"

"Those eyes!"

"What tiny paws!"

"See how she's wagging her tail!"

"His fur is sooo smooth!"

"Naww! How gentle he is!"

It went on like this for what felt like forever. And he knew they would spend the whole night here if he doesn't reign her in.

He stepped closer to the bars of the cage she was currently petting a little creme-colored rat-chaser. "You have to pick one Мышка. You know that?"

Her head whipped up and her mouth opened, ready to protest, but it seemed that reality slowly dawned on her.

The light in her eyes dimmed a bit. "I know. But howww?"

He extended his hand for her to take. "Pick one. If you don't like it we bring it back." Vlad offered with a shrug.

Instead of taking his hand Angela smacked his arm. "What? No! Don't be mean."

"Just pick one." he grumbled in return, clearly not seeing an issue with his statement.

She wandered slowly along the cages, Vladimir silently following behind.

"I- I think it's that one. He just looks so sad." Her voice nearly cracked when she crouched down and stuck her hand thru the bars of one cage.

Vladimir, feeling this weird prickling in his chest, crouched down beside her and pulled her against him with an arm around her shoulders. "Won't be sad anymore when he's with you."

A tiny smile from her was all the confirmation he needed. So he pulled her to her feet and gestured to the employee that has been waiting at the end of the corridor.

And since Mr. Miller had been here the day before, only the dog's information needed to be filled into the adoption papers before they could get out of there.

Angela struggled to carry the slightly too-big-to-be-carried-by-her dog, but she insisted on carrying her new baby.

"I really hope the other dogs will get adopted too." She said, while they waited at the counter.

Before he could comment, the employee came back with the papers. She handed Vladimir the dog's ID and told him the adoption fee.

Angela's concerns fresh in mind, Vlad hesitated only a moment before thinking fuck it and pulling a thick wad of cash from his pocket.

As soon as he pushed it over the counter, the woman's eyes went wide. "Sir, that's... that's way too much, we only ask for..."

"Rest is donation." He cut her off, with a tone that made it clear there would be no further talk about it.

"Oh. Ah, thank you then. And I hope you will be happy with the new addition to your family."

Once again a smile plastered on her face, Angela thanked the woman before walking out the door Vladimir was holding open for her.

"That was really sweet Volodya!"

He glared at her, even tho he already knew it didn't have that much effect on her anymore. "Get in car."

Angela giggled, knowing he hated it when she pointed out his soft moments.

It's been a week. A week with that little furry pest.

And while Vladimir usually looked forward to coming home, especially knowing she was there, waiting for him, his excitement was slightly dimmed these days. It wasn't that he doesn't enjoy seeing her so happy. He did. It was just, that dog needed too much attention. He couldn't even sit down and have a drink and just be, after a long day surrounded by idiots, before that little thing was climbing into his lap, trying them like his face, or even worse, chewing on the seam of his pants.

This day when he closed the door of his apartment though, it was eerily quiet. And neither Angela nor the dog came to greet him, despite it being not that late at all. He scowled but resisted the urge to immediately reach for his gun. With slow and silent steps he crept through the hall.

His posture relaxed though, when he stepped into the living room.

There, in between a mess of toys the two were. Curled up and peacefully sleeping on the floor in front of the couch.

Vladimir's little scoff must have finally alerted the dog to his presence because he blinked at him and thumped his little tail against the floor.

"You have to get better at guarding your мама." Vlad mumbled while slowly approaching them and bending down to pick Angela up. She stirred when he pushed his arms under her, so he tried to sooth her. "Shhh Мышка, 's just me. I'm taking you to bed."

Despite his efforts, her eyes slowly blinked open, while he walked to the bedroom. "But I still gotta walk him."

Vladimir tried to keep his face neutral and suppressed a sigh. Still, his voice sounded grumpy, even in his own ears. "I will do it."

"But, you don't want to." Despite her protest, her eyes were already closing again while he placed her onto the bed and put the blanket over her.

"Sleep, Мышка." He insisted, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of her head.

So there he was, walking the dog.

Suffering, just as he predicted.

Was it worth it tho?

да, she was worth it.

#Vladimir Ranskahov #vladimir ranskahov imagine #vladimir ranskahov oneshot #Daredevil #marvel's daredevil #daredevil imagine #daredevil oneshot #birthday fic #angelaiswriting #wolf writes #mcu #mcu imagine #marvel #marvel imagine

[tfw-no-tennis]

mtmte liveblog issue 15

death awaits!

oh god the cover. I aint ready 

the cover of overlords open mouth w/rodimus floating inside or w/e,,,,the overlord mouth fixation continues i see

and of COURSE its by nick roche. of course

oh god the tension and dread in the first page, as we get overlords sinister promise to murder everyone, starting with rewind, and then seeing chromedome rush over to open the door, and knowing that 30 minutes have passed already...

that full page spread of everyone vs overlord is amazing

also I always thought that ambulon was trying to kick overlord but now that I look closer he’s actually jumping away from overlord, having just crashed one of those hover...thingys....into him...which is honestly cool as hell. also I'm never over the fact that ambulon kinda looks like he’s smiling here, just having a grand ole time as overlord tries his best to murder everyone

and chromedome just seeing this and saying ‘rewind?’ is fucking killing me thanks

PIPES NO DONT DO THIS. YOURE JUST RUBBING SALT IN THE WOUND. PLEASE don't talk about how much fun you're having on your wacky space adventure oh god, that’s just asking to be murdered,

GOD AND THERE HE GOES, DRIVING TO HIS DOOM. PIPES NO

AUGHHHHHHHHHH AND THERES OVERLORD WITH HIS GIANT FOOT. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

PIIIIIPES ;_; 

his messed up goodbye thoughts are brutal...plus the final shot of him laying all busted up....god :( 

that guy seriously had some awful luck this trip. rip lil guy

BUT he sounded the alarm!!! so good for him!! that's a pretty amazing final act right there

oh my god I forgot abt this scene where rewind is like ‘so brainstorm why is my husband saying your name in his sleep :))))’ and brainstorm is like ‘haha idk its certainly not because we’re working on a secret project together, so jot that down!’ lmao brainstorm....

also dw rewind brainstorm is not fucking ur husband, just look at his evidentially extensive collection of perceptor-style microscopes...my man is microscopesexual 

I forgot abt the metabomb omfg

‘some of my favorite words are monosyllabic’ rodimus ily, himbo of my heart,

fort max :( rung :( 

oughhghghg I forgot abt the scene of tailgate making cyclonus a new horn ;_; and then cyclonus materializes menacingly bc tg dared to volunteer their room for movie night hvbfshdjkfbaskj cyclonus anti-social icon

AUGHHHH GOD THE PANEL OF RATCHET TALKING ON THE COMMS AND OVERLORD IS JUST, RIGHT BEHIND HIM, WITH HIS BIG STUPID LIPS, OH MY GOD

what the fuck, is drift a flying car??? hello??? what the hell????

seriously he’s got like, rockets and shit, what the fuck

anyways, the entire exchange b/w ratchet and drift here kills me, for multiple reasons.... ‘my faith and my sword’ lmao love it. and then ratchet refusing to leave drift and calling him his friend ;_; aughhh

rodimus w/the squad like ‘lets go gays!!!’ 

also I guess cosmos WAS on the lost light lol, totally didn't remember that, I'm guessing he left at some point to go be in the other series lmao 

I'm sorry but ‘amazing. you speak entirely in name’ is so fucking funny, but also like stfu overlord you're not allowed to be funny

MAGNUSSSSSSSS

now I'm confusing myself lmao, rodimus DID know abt overlord, didn't he??? wasn't that the whole thing???? I don't remember if he was involved w/the whole mnemosurgery plan but he at least knew that overlord was there...but we haven't been told that in-story yet so now I'm questioning that lmao

oh god I forgot that overlord almost kills magnus, jeeeeesus. good thing he’s a russian nesting doll otherwise he probably would've died fr 

also damn that's gotta be scary for everyone else, bc magnus is The Big Guy, and a renown fighter...plus drift got all fucked up...yall are in for a bad time 

tailgate gettin his panic on I see

swerve w/the meta narration lmao 

cyclonus ily sm.......

rodimus charging at overlord....ohhh my boy not your best idea

cd and rewind both saying ‘I thought you were dead!’ HHHHHHHH I'm destroyed fuck it all

rodimus (inadvertently) saving the day by saying ‘til all are one’...iconic!!

FORT MAX IS HEREEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

drift just casually chillin w/no legs

chromedome going into extreme detail about all the mnemosurgery he’s been doing on overlord for WEEKS while rewind is Right There....my dude.

this issue has a LOT of completely white backgrounds but I cant even rlly blame milne bc this seems like more drawing work than usual

oh god cd don't say ‘we’ll finish this conversation later’ at a time like this, that’s never a good idea,

rewind no don't do it :( :( :( 

that panel of cd’s arm getting cut off...AUGHHH

GODDDDDDD IM FUCKING CRYING. AUGHHHHHHHHHHH I.....

so incredibly fucked that cd does what’s best for rewind by blowing the pod up....hhhhh god 

and then that last panel of cd laying on the ground....fucking destroy me!!!!!!!!

also I love that at the beginning of the issue we see whirl with the missile launcher thing, and that’s what cd uses at the end here....good bookends. jro is really great about putting stuff in the story that just seems like innocuous filler/fun character building but turns out to ALSO be plot relevant later

HOLY SHIT I forgot about the cast page with the big red X’s thru the dead people’s profiles....jesus christ 

AUGH this issue was a rollercoaster, phew...and the emotionally devastating conclusion to this arc is still yet to come! 

I will say that it’s super interesting looking back on this, in the sense that rewind & chromedome are introduced as the first ever gay tf couple, and a few issues after we get told this explicitly, rewind is killed. this doesn't really end up being an issue representation-wise bc literally everyone is gay and there are a bunch of other significant gay characters/relationships later on, AND rewind comes back later 

but still! it’s interesting to think about how, at the time this came out, the phrase/concept ‘bury your gays’ wasn't really something that was talked about a lot (or like, it was, but not as often as nowadays, and not really under the term ‘bury your gays’ iirc), but at the time of publication this would have fallen under that trope (though rewind coming back later negates it imo). I think it would've been tough for this story to come out nowadays due to the backlash that would've occurred from rewind’s initial death (it also makes me wonder if there was any backlash when this DID come out) 

to be clear, this isn't a writing criticism - in fact, the reason this is able to work at all is because of the crazy amount of representation mtmte has. it’s like, youre able to kill off gay characters without it being ‘bury your gays’ if literally all your characters are gay by default, and there are a bunch of significant gay relationships happening - technically speaking, any death in mtmte is bury your gays lmao 

this is a completely disjointed rant but my point is like, if this issue came out in 2020 people would probably be pretty put off by rewind dying (understandably), but in the context of the series as a whole I don't consider this to be bad writing/bad representation/bury your gays 

and like, WERE people really mad about this in 2013? I am curious now, bc I would definitely feel kinda betrayed if I didn't know all the stuff that happens later 

but its pretty nice, because now I'm free to enjoy the writing and be emotionally devastated by rewinds death in a normal way, and not a ‘I'm angry at the writers for killing off one of the only gay characters’ kinda way

anyways I'm tired as hell so I'm going to bed, ill continue the emotional devastation later, phew

#lj rereads mtmte

[z-iridest]

They say if ur a difficult child to your parents you will be punished with a even more difficult child when it comes time for u to have kids. Can you do one where todoroki has gone thru a messy divorce where he got solo custody of his nine-year-old twin sons! (if u could make the baby mama really annoying that would be sooo funny) but the boys are hell bent on making his life as difficult as possible hahah how will he tame the beast. Inspired by the appeasing children episode.

(Oh, boy, this is gonna be fun! I give you....)

As a kid, Shoto had been put through extremely intense training since he was five years old. It was hell, being pulled away from his older siblings, barely able to talk to them save for maybe dinnertime, and the abusive training only got worse when his Mom got put in the hospital. His Mom had been his rock until that point, and having her being taken away.... That was the catalyst that started him rebelling against his father, against the power that laid on his left side... He gave his father hell until Enji Todoroki finally realized the error of his ways and started trying to make up for it. If only Shoto had known just how bad things would be once he became a father...

Shoto slid right foot first toward his sons' rooms, able to hear them yelling at each other from the kitchen. Just as he reached the door, he spotted his two sons locked in a quirk fight. Thinking quickly, he activated his own quirk, his ice putting out his oldest son's fire while his fire side melted his younger son's ice. "Boys, do you want to explain to me what's going on here?" He asked, gritting his teeth a bit to keep from yelling. The boys started talking at once, causing him to sigh as another arguement started. "THAT'S ENOUGH!" He finally yelled, his boys both looking at him and the argument ceasing immediately. "One at a time. Yuki, you start first." He walked to the middle of his boys and sat down. Yuki had snow white hair with striking red tips, and grey eyes just like Shoto's right eye, reflective of his inheritance of his grandmother's ice powers. Granted, Yuki couldn't use his quirk for very long without getting dehydrated or getting frostbite, but still... Yuki was the more tenderhearted of his boys, and was the easiest.

"Kai said the reason Mom left was because I'm a crybaby." Yuki told Shoto, clearly upset with his brother. If Yuki had inherited Shoto's ice, Kai was the fire half of him. Kai had striking red hair with white tips, the boy's hair color opposite of his 4 minute younger brother, and the Todoroki family's signature teal eyes, just like Shoto's left eye. With Shoto's fire half, Kai could easily turn Yuki's ice into water, but if the boy got overheated or dehydrated, it was game over. Kai had also inherited Shoto's bullheadedness, and that stubbornness was what really gave Shoto hell. Was that what people called karma?

"Well, you are a crybaby!" Kai interjected before Yuki could go any further.

"I am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Boys, enough!" Shoto interjected before the argument could escalate further. He sighed a bit, running a hand through his half white and half red hair. "Come here." He held up his arms for his sons. Yuki instantly cuddled against Shoto's left side, just like when he was a baby. Kai had stubbornly stayed put for a minute, arms crossed angrily over his little chest. "Kai." Shoto's voice was soft in tone, but also stern as he gestured for his son with his right hand. With a huff, Kai sat down and put his back against his father's right side, his arms still crossed. Shoto sighed as he put his arms around his sons. "Boys, you need to understand something about your mother. She didn't leave because of either of you." Shoto told them.

"Then, why did she leave, Dad?" Yuki asked. The question had been innocent, Shoto knew that, but he couldn't help but grimmace as he remembered that day. The twins had only been six months old....

"Shoto, I'm leaving you." Kira angrily huffed, carrying a suitcase and a duffle bag over her shoulder. Shoto had just gotten back from hero duty, exhausted and looking forward to spending time with his kids. The thought that Kira had packed up and was ready to leave him and abandon their kids... It shocked him.

"Why are you leaving, Kira?" Shoto asked, fed up with his wife's antics. Everytime something didn't go her way, she through a huge fit and blamed him for everything, even when he hadn't even been there. She would leave for several hours everyday, not coming back until very late at night. She looked a mess, she was usually missing a shoe or piece of jewelry, smelled like alcohol, and had hickeys all over her. He wasn't stupid, he knew she was cheating on him.

"Because," She began, talking to him like he was a child. "I hate you, I hate our kids, I hate this goddamn place. I want to be free for once, go my own damn way!" Shoto scowled, seeing right through her. She was blaming everyone else but herself.

"And you didn't leave me sooner, why? I already know you've been cheating on me since we got married." Shoto had shamelessly called her out on her crap, making her go pale at the fact that she had been caught. "Come on, Kira, you don't hide it. I know you hate our marriage, but why did you wait until we had two infant sons to care for? To place the blame on two innocent kids? You know what, go ahead and leave, but don't you dare try walking back into my sons' lives when you don't care about anyone but yourself." Kira glared at him.

"Fine! I hate those damn brats anyways! Good luck raising them without me!" Kira yelled before she flipped him off and slammed the door, leaving Shoto alone with his sons. Shoto grit his teeth, about to go after her when one of his sons started crying. Maybe Kira had left, but he wasn't about to... His boys needed him.

"Your mother had something wrong with her, choosing her own selfish wants over you guys. I don't know anyone who wouldn't want to be around you boys." Shoto told them after a moment. The scowl on Kai's face eased up a bit, Yuki hugging his Dad. The divorce had been horrible, but thankfully, Shoto had gained sole custody of his sons. The courts had found out about Kira's alcohol and drug abuse, deeming her unfit to be a mother. "But, you know what? You guys have Grandpa Enji and Nana Rei, and so many Aunts and Uncles who love you so much. We all love you, and we'd do anything to protect you. But, that brings me to something I want you guys to remember." He shifted a bit, his boys looking up at him. "Blood is thicker than water. That being said, you guys have a duty to watch each other's backs, to protect each other. You know how your Uncle Deku and I fight villains together?" When the boys nodded, he continued. "That's what I mean. Now, I don't mean that you two get into fights all the time at school or anything... I mean protect each other. If there's a problem, you guys put your heads together and solve it together." Shoto told his boys. They looked at each other and scrunched their noses, making Shoto laughed a bit.

"Do we have to get along all the time?" Kai and Yuki asked at the same time.

"No, I know you guys can only go so long without arguing. It's okay to argue every now and then, but no more physical fights, okay?" Shoto asked his boys. They both nodded. Shoto grinned. "Attaboys." He gave them a hug before getting up.

Dinner was to be made, and soba sounded really good in that second....

[geejaysmith]

Kat and I have amazing conversations sometimes and I felt they had to be shared. Also, alienfuckers, dad jokes, Maxwell’s alternative lifestyle and other headcanons, and Ace Attorney: Doug Eiffel edition. Full transcript under the cut.

Gill [Yesterday at 6:05 PM]: On an Unrelated topic: after the finale the crew remembers "OH YEAH, EIFFEL ACTUALLY HAD A FACE-TO-FACE CONVERSATION WITH ALIENS" and now in addition to all the other reasons to want him to Remember they're really freakin' curious to know how that went

Kat [Yesterday at 6:11 PM]: Minkowski: so what did they look like Eiffel: me (They do seem to like his body, they had a few models to choose from when talking to Cutter.)

Gill [Yesterday at 6:13 PM]: Eiffel, probably: at least the aliens think I'm cool I know what was meant by that but your phrasing made me think "In a shocking turn of events, it is the aliens who are attracted to the human." The aliens... are alienfuckers

Kat [Yesterday at 6:17 PM]: I don't think that's their jam but that WOULD be just his luck

Gill [Yesterday at 6:18 PM]: It is unlikely, but also: it would be hilarious

Kat [Yesterday at 6:21 PM]: the aliens keep sending me mental sexts and i crave death

Gill [Yesterday at 6:22 PM]: And lo another shitpost transforms into a fanfic concept, like a humble irradiated lizard becoming Godzilla: "would you fuck your clone?"

Kat [Yesterday at 6:28 PM]: leave him alone has the man not suffered enough

Gill [Yesterday at 6:28 PM]: No

Kat [Yesterday at 6:29 PM]: sigh

Gill [Yesterday at 6:29 PM]: Dance for my amusement, Douglas And also because I earnestly suspect that in the case of Eiffel and an interested alien-consciousness-in-the-form-of-a-Xerox-copy-of-him the answer would end up being "yes"

Kat [Yesterday at 6:34 PM]: idk i feel like it'd be more like "Oh what you spend two fucking years trying to drag us into the star because you can't be assed to make an appearance but you'll teleport across the galaxy for a booty call? Fuck you and I mean that figuratively" later sluts

Gill [Yesterday at 6:36 PM]: Bob is a bad datemate Is this entire train of thought brought on by the fact I still think of the person who expressed they shipped Bob/Eiffel in the tags of the "Take your double to Disneyland" post? Perhaps

Kat [Yesterday at 6:39 PM]: i don't know that you can have this at the same time as 'what if the aliens' bodies are still the people suppressed' without it getting Fucked Up but that's your perogative I guess as long as I don't have to hear about it family can't walk w me tonight so i need to hit the treadmill for a bit. ttyl

Gill [Yesterday at 6:41 PM]: See u in a bit! But ah yes, I hadn't thought of that til you brought it up Points at one explanation of Dear Listener manifestations for some ideas, points at a different explanation for ideas that would become unintentionally Pretty Fucked Up under the first explanation Although there is comedy potential to be found in Eiffel and Eiffel-2 having the "are we down with this" conversation In the /Justin McElroy voice, "someone just discovered they have ~the world's worst fetish~" sense

Kat [Yesterday at 7:33 PM]: a different terrible concept: eiffel with his pop culture references restored will likely be called upon to testify at the united nations

Gill [Yesterday at 7:37 PM]: O h  g o d Ace Attorney: Doug Eiffel edition

Kat [Yesterday at 7:46 PM]: i mean they're gonna have to tell the world SOMEHOW and i'd think the international court would want to know and he's the one with the subconscious recall implanted sidenote if the DL can do that mental transfer could they have just... asked them to reupload whatever their most recent scan of eiffel was there are so many ways around this that's why it failed to get much of an emotional rxn from me

Gill [Yesterday at 7:47 PM]: Minkowski and Lovelace trying to get him to practice his testimony bc if they hit enough subconscious recall triggers they can at LEAST get thru an explanation of the aliens without Eiffel going off into a tangent Once they're off the Dear Listeners' script though all bets are off

Kat [Yesterday at 7:48 PM]: here's a list of preplanned questions your honor we're not responsible if you ask anything else

Gill [Yesterday at 7:51 PM]: Eiffel, maybe: now Goddard didn't send up us there to bring home any xenomorphs but let me tell you, with the Decima project? They might as WELL have let a facehugger get up close and personal with me The translators rapidly swapping notes on late 70's sci-of cinema because a handful of them actually know what he's talking about

Kat [Yesterday at 7:54 PM]: Minkowski headdesking behind him Eiffel English isn't most of these people's first languages

Gill [Yesterday at 7:57 PM]: The news cameras are all dead-focused on Eiffel. He's hit his stride and is picking up steam. "And it was right around the time I was coughing up my liquefied respiratory system that I thought to myself, gee, I'd MUCH rather get a face of alien wing-wong than deal with this!" Minkowski is off to the side. She is visibly restraining herself. No poker face in the world can hide how hard she is longing for death. Whether it is hers or Eiffel's is a subject of contentious debate.

Kat [Yesterday at 7:58 PM]: someone at an elementary school: hey Garcia, is that your dad

Gill [Yesterday at 8:01 PM]: Anne, who was four the last time she saw her father in person, gets one look at the man weaving an intricate Star Wars metaphor out of crimes against humanity and recognizes him instantly, but signs back "I have never seen this guy before in my life."

Kat [Yesterday at 8:04 PM]: good call kiddo

============

Gill [Yesterday at 8:10 PM]: Honestly I love the concept that no matter how much Eiffel may drive them up the wall sometimes the rest of the crew would meet Anne and immediately be ready to kill a man for her sake

Kat [Yesterday at 8:15 PM]: as far as we know he's the only crewmember with kids women in the military... it wouldn't be easy even if you wanted one, which idk if any of them did

Gill [Yesterday at 8:15 PM]: Wait wait, brainwave: it is actually AMAZING that Minkowski had no idea Eiffel had a child because... does he seem like the kind of guy. Who would ever resist a Dad Joke.

Kat [Yesterday at 8:15 PM]: haha fair

Gill [Yesterday at 8:16 PM]: Eiffel: Actually, I have amazing self-restraint when I choose to exercise it. (Various noises of disbelief.) Eiffel: have you ever heard me tell a dad joke? No? I rest my case

Kat [Yesterday at 8:21 PM]: biggest plot hole of the series more like it was too painful a memory but still

Gill [Yesterday at 8:22 PM]: If he ever patches that connection it'll open the floodgates

Kat [Yesterday at 8:26 PM]: He'll become the Maes Hughes of the gang, except with fewer war crimes

Gill [Yesterday at 8:27 PM]: ...has anyone on this crew done war crimes? SI-5 excepted of course, they have obviously done war crimes

Kat [Yesterday at 8:32 PM]: yeah SI5 is war crime central I'm not sure about some of the other stuff executing a prisoner? idk about Minkowski

Gill [Yesterday at 8:32 PM]: Also my thought

Kat [Yesterday at 8:32 PM]: she wasn't a formal pow though it was an ongoing engagement I don't know the rules

Gill [Yesterday at 8:32 PM]: Minkowski Has Done One (1) War Crime (Goddard Futuristics attempts to bring that against her in the court case only for Maxwell to stroll in like lol what's up gang)

Kat [Yesterday at 8:37 PM]: does Goddard in its current incarnation last long enough to sue anyone i mean i think you could sue them for attempted genocide

Gill [Yesterday at 8:38 PM]: Look I have had one semester of business law You were the one who almost went to law school Also re: other characters being parents, the only one I could see going kiiiinda either way on the subject is Lovelace and it wouldn't have been terribly high on her priority list prior to the Hephaestus mission I can see characters having the opinion that they could see Minkowski as a mom but she and her husband both strike me as understanding themselves and one another as being more career-oriented

Kat [Yesterday at 8:44 PM]: yeah if she wanted to rise in the ranks of the military... that would probably be a strike against her

Gill [Yesterday at 8:44 PM] And the implication she's got a Complex about her parents having both left promising careers to raise her Also, Lovelace: Well I always said I could see myself settling down someday, maybe have a family if I met the right person, but when I took the job with Goddard it was legally dubious whether I could actually do that- Eiffel: Because you're an alien? Eiffel: Eiffel: ...wait a sec

Kat [Yesterday at 8:54 PM]: ha It's ok to be gay in space

Gill [Yesterday at 8:56 PM]: Alternatively it's Hera who said that bc didn't connect those dots right away, meanwhile Eiffel saw Lovelace in a flannel shirt once and Knew Immediately Eiffel may be dumb but somehow his Bi-Fi has yet to fail him

Kat [Yesterday at 8:59 PM]: Hera doesn't grasp  human sexuality nuances

Gill [Yesterday at 9:01 PM]: Funny addition to above thought: Eiffel put together that Jacobi was gay after like three days on the Urania, was the only one on the Hephaestus crew to do so, and just never felt it was relevant to bring up Hera, my child... you have much to learn (Also, Hera, probably: I'm experimenting at the moment, I'm looking for a torrent so I can download lesbianism)

Kat [Yesterday at 9:04 PM]: I don't know which option is funnier, that Jacobi is just Really Fucking Obvious but Eiffel was the only one paying attention or that it was super subtle and everyone's like How Did You Do That lovelace's righteous fury overwhelmed her gaydar, she was too mad to go 'same hat'

Gill [Yesterday at 9:07 PM]: Eiffel: I have something to confess to all of you... Jacobi: Eiffel literally not a single person on this ship is straight Eiffel: Oh I was just going to recount a PG version of my wild younger days, let's just say I know a thing or two because I've seen a thing or two.

Kat [Yesterday at 9:07 PM]: Jacobi on Earth: Just matched with myself on Grinder a-fucking-GAIN

Gill [Yesterday at 9:10 PM]: Jacobi: Oh I definitely picked up on it but who wants to go playing into stereotypes by speculating on what may or may not be a promiscuous history? Eiffel: Promiscuous? Look I've got notches in my belt but mostly I just ended up laying in somebody's bathtub at a house party while just conscious enough to nod along to someone else's relationship drama. Eiffel: to several sororities, I was the Gay Bathtub Wizard.

Kat [Yesterday at 9:11 PM]: Maxwell on day one of orientation: So if SI5 is paramilitary what's their stance on alternative lifestyles? Jacobi: I was recruited in a gay bar.

Gill [Yesterday at 9:12 PM]: Her asking the question has my brain going in several different directions

Kat [Yesterday at 9:13 PM]: I think she was recruited right after dadt was repealed... if obama exists in this universe fantasy obama

Gill [Yesterday at 9:15 PM]: One part of my brain: Maxwell is also gay Another part of my brain: Maxwell is exclusively attracted to nonhuman persons Yet another part of my brain, most adjacent to number #2: Maxwell voice, who in their right mind would build a robot that can't fuck? The 4th part of my brain: Maxwell wants to know how chill they'll be with her living exclusively off energy drinks and frozen yogurt for weeks at a time

Kat [Yesterday at 9:15 PM]: honestly I figured whatever it was it was MUCH weirder than just being gay

Gill [Yesterday at 9:15 PM]: Maxwell: I have plans to take over the world with my army of battle bots and rule as their robot queen.

Kat [Yesterday at 9:16 PM]: Maxwell: wait if you were recruited in a gay bar does that mean our boss frequents those or did he just go there to get you Jacobi: Believe me the question haunts me also Jacobi: sounds great i'm in

Gill [Yesterday at 9:16 PM]: Or, Maxwell: I am not joking for an instant when I say that I for one welcome our alien overlords "When I was 13 I tried to get myself abducted by aliens" except it's not a joke it's an actual minor headcanon of mine Also I almost typed "adopted" rather than "abducted" which shows you why Alana would probably want to do that

Kat [Yesterday at 9:19 PM]: she did say she's on bad terms with her family

Gill [Yesterday at 9:20 PM]: She grew up a pastor's kid in a tiny rural town in Montana, hearing that they don't get along is the furthest thing from a surprise to me. The surprise is that Maxwell has a restraining order against them

Kat [Yesterday at 9:21 PM]: tht implies the court found reasonable cause to issue one wack anyway i had a long day, i'm gonna call it a night

Gill [Yesterday at 9:21 PM]: o/ But yeah that Maxwell empathizes with nonhumans, apparently more than with most regular humans, that makes perfect sense to me I can see her frustration with the AI Ethics board in her last job Expressing Their Concerns and her suppressing flashbacks to many a Creationist rant, and trying to keep her eye from twitching visibly, and no I am not projecting I am just coloring in blank spaces in the narrative with my relevant life experience

#wolf 359 #conversations with kat #deliverusfromsburb

[arsyeong]

[8] thief | ijb.

o n e  /  t w o  /  t h r e e  /  f o u r  /  f i v e  /  s i x  /  s e v e n

summary: it was about time you got your own letter from the thief. word count: 2,469

a/n: wahhhh ,,, this is the end of this!!! whew ,, the longest fic i’ve ever written :O n e ways im probably uploading this to my wattpad (@/meontie) and might even edit it?? but this is it for now ^^ i hope this last one was ok hehe and thank you to everyone who read it thru ,, it meant a Lot to me. thank uuu <3

You were thankful it was winter. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have had enough time to replay those few seconds in your mind once more.

The smile on your face slipped slightly when you realized it was snowing out. As much as you loved the snow, it wasn’t fair enough weather for Jaebeom to visit later at night. You get out of bed and stretch unenergetically, disappointed your meeting with him would be postponed again.

As you go through your morning routine, all you could think about was seeing him again.

You wanted to ask him what all that was about, whether that was a long time coming or a spur of the moment thing. You wanted explanations and you also wanted to explain. You longed for him, and maybe you were also hoping to relive that moment but without any pressure from villagers bent on putting him in jail.

A loud meow yanks you from your thoughts, and you turn to your cat. “What’s the matter, (C/N)?”

When the cat’s close enough to you, you notice the ribbon tied around its leg, securing a rolled up piece of paper. Intrigued and hopeful, you squat down and gently take the message from your cat. She walks off the moment she’s free while you shift to sit on the floor.

I shall steal from you at midnight, it reads, JB. 

You never thought you would be excited by the thought of someone breaking into your house and stealing from you.

A smile takes over your face, happiness seeping into your features. The thought of finally seeing Jaebeom was enough to get you up and running, finishing the last of your routine and heading out to make sure all the work you’d need to do was finished in time for you to prepare for later that night.

The day passes by quickly as you run around the town, providing help wherever help was needed. To the townsfolk, this was just who you were – eager and happy to lend a helping hand, committed to the lifelong job of service her mother had left her.

To Bambam, however, your excitement was obviously something more than your usual kindness.

“So,” he starts as the two of you set down your crates. He looks at you closely, noting your smile and your glimmering eyes, concluding that there’s something with you today. “What’s up?”

“The sky?”

“We’ve outgrown that.”

“I know,” you chuckle. It dies down when you see the way he was looking at you though, as if he knows.

That’s when your nervousness starts.

Your mind races, thinking of an excuse as he scrutinizes you. Even during that night, you had thought that maybe he was onto something, but you had been in a blissful and emotional state then. Now, you were fearful of what he might think, what he might know.

“Say,” he says finally, “want to hang out tonight?”

You shake your head almost immediately. “I’ve got a lot to do later.”

“Need some help with that?” he offers, but you’re quick to refuse once more.

“I’d rather do it alone,” you say defensively. You aren’t aware you’ve taken a step backward, but he is, and that was enough for him.

There’s a silence between you and your once lover before he quietly asks, “Does he make you happy?”

“Who?” He frowns at you as if to say, Do you really think that could fool me? You feel silly; Bambam was also your best friend, someone who knows you well.

You decide to give up and simply nod slowly. “Yeah. He does. A lot.”

It hits you too late that you were confessing you liked someone else to a person you once almost had a relationship with. Blushing at the realization, you look down. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry for being in love,” he says softly, but you could also hear the awkwardness in his voice. He clears his throat and continues, “As long as whoever he is makes you happy and treats you right, I’m happy for you, (Y/N). I really am.”

His sincerity convinces you to direct your gaze from the ground to his small smile and then to his eyes. You try not to wince at the obvious sadness mixed with his gentle stare, but you know he meant what he said. He always did.

Suddenly feeling emotional, you hurry to him and do a small jump to wrap your arms around his neck. He doesn’t hesitate to hug you back, and you stay in that position for a while, your heart beats saying all that needed to be said.

You’re quite teary-eyed when you pull away. “Thank you,” you say, “for everything.”

“It’s like you’re saying goodbye,” he laughs, though you know he’s also feeling a rush of emotions.

“I’m just saying thank you, Bambam,” you say, “Know the difference.”

The two of you burst at that, and you’re energized to lift heavy crates once more. It’s dusk when you finish and he walks you home after successfully convincing you to have at least one drink with him.

You’ve missed being with him like this, as friends and without you constantly thinking about

hiding your feelings for him and whether or not he has feelings for you. It was just the two of you hanging out and having fun like you used to.

“Are you sure you don’t need help preparing whatever?” he asks for the nth time as you stop outside your door. You shake your head and he sighs in mock defeat. “Well, will you tell me about it tomorrow?”

“I’ll think about it,” you hum, though he knew from your grin that you probably wouldn’t talk about it to him for a long time. “You should go home now so I could start doing my stuff.”

“Oh, you want me gone gone, huh?” he asks, feigning pain and even clutching at his heart to add dramatic effect. “That’s not a nice way to talk to your best friend. You’re hurting me.”

You smack him playfully as you laugh. “Stop being such a drama queen, Bambam!”

“At least you call me royalty.” Smack! “Okay, okay! Geez, woman! You’re so strong.”

“It’s from working,” you tell him, “Something I believe you,” you push a finger into his chest, “should start doing too.”

“I’ll live my life carefree for as long as I can,” he says, “and then I’ll start working.”

“You should start tomorrow.”

“I can still live carefree tomorrow.” He catches you by the wrist just in time to save himself from another hit, but you use your other hand to do it instead. “That hurts!”

“As it should!”

“I’m leaving now,” he chuckles, “I don’t want to be near your hitting machines.”

“They’re hands, Bambam.”

“I’m leaving!” he calls out, already walking away and putting his hands into his pockets. You laugh as he goes and, just before he turns the corner, he makes sure to wish you luck for the night.

As soon as he’s gone, you enter your house and you’re met with darkness.

When you open the lights, you find Jaebeom seated on a chair, looking bored as he played with an empty glass. From the little bits of water still left in it, you assume he’d drank from it just now while waiting for you.

Confused, you look at the time. 10:10PM.

“I couldn’t wait,” he says, as if reading your mind, pulling your attention back to him. “I thought you felt the same.” There’s disappointment in his voice as he sets down the glass and turns to you.

Under the pressure of his gaze, you say what’s on the top of your head. “It’s still so early, Jaebeom. You could get caught.”

“Will you turn me in?”

“Of course not,” you say, shaking your head violently to add emphasis. “If I had wanted to turn you in, I would have done it then.”

You see in his eyes that he’s acknowledged your wish to change the subject but he remains silent, even moving his gaze away from you and to the glass on the table.

“Jaebeom,” you start, unable to take a moment more of waiting, “we need to talk about it. About everything. You can’t keep running away from the discussion forever.”

“I can.”

“But will you?” You look at him with a plea in your eyes, desperately wanting him to say he won’t, wanting him to say anything, really. You sigh when he doesn’t even open his mouth to speak.

You take the seat across him; his eyes flick to you briefly but he says nothing. He doesn’t even look like he wants to talk. “But why is here then?” you think, a frown coming to your face as you try to figure him out, “He doesn’t want to talk but he isn’t leaving either.”

“Why do you put up with me?” he suddenly asks, and you’re pulled from your contemplating. Jaebeom still refuses to face you, but at least he said something. “I’m a thief, (Y/N). A no-good thief.”

“You’re also a kind person,” you tell him, “who likes to cook and read and sing and dance and make corny jokes and,” you trail off, struggling to come up with more things to say but also feeling embarrassed at saying too much. “You’re more than just a ‘no-good thief,’ Jaebeom,” you finally say, and there’s silence again.

“But that doesn’t make me any less of a thief,” he says. “Doesn’t it make you feel uneasy? That you’re friends with a criminal? Isn’t it scaring you away from me?”

“If those were supposed to scare me away from you, I wouldn’t be having this conversation with you.”

“What if people find out about us?” he asks. “They’d think you were helping me escape because I’m your friend.”

“They aren’t wrong.”

“Wouldn’t it destroy you? If all the people who once looked up to and trusted in you suddenly turn against you and treat you like you’re nothing?”

“Well, it would hurt-“

“Then why?” He’s raised his tone. “Why are you still with me like this when you know it’s going to bring you pain?” You’re shocked when he stands up, obviously frustrated and looking at anywhere but you. “I can’t protect you, (Y/N). I can’t beat up people who hurt you, I can’t get out there and help you with your work, I can’t do anything for you.”

“I can’t hold your hand in public,” he continues,” can’t take you on dates, can’t buy you things you need, can’t show other people you’re mine, can’t profess my love for you-“

He stops abruptly, eyes widening as he takes in his words. You’re stunned, too, but you’re happier than anything.

“I’m yours, huh?”

“Wait, (Y/N)-“

“That’s a nice nickname,” you say, cutting him off and watching his jaw drop even more. “Could we make it like a couple thing? I’m yours, you’re mine? Something like that?”

There’s a hint of a smile on his face at that but, when he turns to you, it’s gone and he just sighs. “(Y/N),” he starts gently, taking your hand in his and pulling you a step closer to him. “I like you. A lot.”

“I do too.”

He blushes but he goes on, “I can’t do anything more for you. I like you, you like me, but that… that’s just it. Those are only feelings and words; I can’t do much action on it, especially in public.”

“It’s alright,” you say softly and as convincingly as you can. “You being with me is enough. The two of us like this,” you take a step close to him and give his hand a little squeeze, “is enough.”

His eyes search yours for signs of anything negative; he was afraid, you could tell. “Jaebeom,” you say in an attempt to cut through his worried thoughts, “You’re enough.”

“Will you think the same in the future?” he asks. “Will you still think I’m enough if this town turns you away for being with me?”

“I will,” you say, and even you’re surprised by how fast you replied, but you realize you mean it. You really did.

When he realizes that too, a small smile on his face slowly grows until his eyes were gone and happiness was laced in all his features. Then, he pulls you to him in a tight hug, as if transferring that joy to you with physical contact.

“You know,” he says after a while, and you hum into his chest, “The ‘steal’ in my note to you had two meanings.” You hum again, a curious sound this time, wordlessly asking him to explain. “I would either steal your heart,” he says, and he feels you smile into him, “or steal away from you.”

“Like run away?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m glad you did the first,” you tell him, pulling away to look up and beam at him.

“I’m glad I did too,” he mirrors your smile.

“Gosh,” he groans, “I feel like a fool for hesitating-“

“Good.”

“But can I kiss you?” His question surprises you as much as his kiss that night did.

“That was my first kiss, you know,” you say, suddenly feeling the need to inform him as you think back to the night he’d kissed you so quickly.

“Oh,” he says, eyes wide in surprise as a blush creeps onto his cheeks.

You know he’s about to start apologizing and ruining the moment so you’re quick to say, “But feel free to steal as many kisses as you want from now on,” you even wink at him, “It’d be very appreciated.”

He recovers from his shock and laughs heartily, you following suit just because you feel so content and happy.

His lips were on yours before you know it and, this time, you pull him closer to you. Your hands attach to him and his on you, refusing to let each other go, especially now that you were safe and away from the rest of the town. The two of you were in another world, a world only for you.

You pull away to breathe but he keeps his forehead rested on yours. “I’m never letting you go,” he says, and you give him one energetic nod before your lips collide once more. Jaebeom holds you to him with a firm hand on your waist and another one gently caressing the side of your face.

It’s unspoken as you keep kissing but both of you know the letter you received that morning was the last he’d ever give. JB’s thieving days were over now that he’s found the greatest treasure of all, a treasure he had spent years searching for though he had no idea what it was. He held that treasure in his arms now, and that treasure was you.

p r e v i o u s

#got7 #got7 fluff #got7 angst #got7 scenarios #might edit it #got7 aus #got7 thief au #harvest moon ds cute au #harvest moon ds cute #bambam #bambam fluff #bambam scenarios #jaebum #jaebum fluff #jaebum scenarios #jaebum aus #jaebum thief au #got7 harvest moon au #got7 jb #got7 jb scenarios #got7 jb fluff #got7 jb angst #jb #jb scenarios #jb thief au #jb fluff #jb angst #kpop #kpop fluff #kpop angst

[ofcelesticls]

greetings earthlings !! it’s ur resident space mom, saoirse, here and holy FUCK dudes am i JAZZED to be posting this rn !! i’m #blessed….. #honored….. #grateful….. wow. without further ado, i present u all with my dear, darling, dumbass daughter…… KIKI !!

this is going to be less of a bio and more of me popping off abt lucy SO if u want to read an actually cohesive bio go ahead and click HERE !! she also has a stats page HERE if thats the kinda thing ur into !! otherwise… lets go stupid (ahhh) go crazy (ahhh)

welcome to kiki’s delivery service

my MFN WOMAN….. ˚ * ☆ – KIBBY KIKI KIBLER – ☆ * ˚ …. where to begin i dont even KNOW but i will say that this girl? is my queen. the loml. she’s lowkey actually me so i’m biased but i?? love her.

okay. SO. she’s kind of a hardass. there! i said it! she is! but it’s not really her fault! let us dive right on in and see why she is the way she is

so first things first she was adopted and like its never been a secret or something she doesnt talk abt so basically everyone most likely knows all about that if theyre close to her! she tried rly hard in high school to try and find her birth parents ( using her skills she gathered through copious hours spent watching true crime documentaries ) and came up short so that kind of made her like :/

shes super super close w her adopted family though! she’s been with them since she was a baby so like... there’s nothing WRONG w that family dynamic

when she was a lil tiny one her best friend was her grandma who was like…. a super oddball lady and always told crazy stories about ghosts and sprites and fairies and all that stuff but kiki absolutely LOVED it. her parents eventually had her grandma move into a retirement home type of deal when she got rly old and senile and that was super hard on her… which leads into my next point !!

another big thing that defined her life is that she was a SELECTIVE MUTE which developed when she started kindergarten ( which was also the school yr after her grandma left ) and she finally overcame thru therapy around the time she was in fifth grade.

it was through an assignment from her therapist that she and daisey first “spoke” bc in second grade she was still terrible at speaking to other kids n her therapist suggested she tried to write a letter instead as a sort of first step to ease into  things! she didn’t expect for daisey to write back but she did!! and they became “friends” for a while but that ended after fifth grade

once she overcame her anxiety she rly started to FLOURISH as the beautiful little weirdo that she is !! words literally cannot even explain to u what kind of strange this little duck is but she’s also perfect and the only one allowed to insult her is ME.

but then... yknow..... middle school n high school happened and kids are MEAN. so sad. she could talk but she often didn’t because everyone looked at her like she was crazy and she ended up being... more on the outside of things than on the inside.

but also she’s so genuinely good even though she can come across as rly….. brash…. she’s not MEAN but she just doesn’t have the time or the energy to bullshit around with anyone. she’s gonna call it like she sees it and anyone who doesn’t?? on her shit list.

also, by default, she’s not a very trusting person so???? ur gonna be likely to see the more Aloof and Quiet kiki than anything else UNLESS youve proven to her that she can open up to you!

but BE WARNED. if u wrong her.... WHEW, it’s game over! good luck EVER getting her to open back up to you again!

also don’t underestimate her intelligence. don’t do it. ppl try to brush her off as an airhead or an idiot bc she’s….. the way she is…. and says shit abt the prophetic dreams she receives... but she’s also honestly so smart and will go off on u in a HEARTBEAT abt systematic oppression or psychology or politics bc she’s a criminal justice major & psych minor

she loves astrology and so do i so i gave her my bday so that we could have some of the same signs in our natal charts… since she’s literally…. me. ANYWAY. she’s a cancer sun, scorpio moon & libra rising !! which makes her a fundamentally emotional person…. she’s got those water signs across the board INCLUDING her mercury in cancer (which i can best describe as sighing being her preferred mode of communication)

she’s also a big time SLYTHERIN and that’s that on that! thank u!

 i .... don’t have the brain power to think abt wanted plots at the moment but u BET ur BOTTOM i will dwell on it and have some kinda something up tmrw!! but UNTIL THEN !! pls message me (either on here or on discord though i will say discord is preferred) and we can chit chat it out and maybe start to brainstorm some things!!

#veritasintro #PHEW what a time

[kae-karo]

[1] hi!! so idk if you've seen dan speaking at the mental health panel or not, but there was one part that hit me really hard and id love to know your thoughts on it! basically he was saying that often content creators, and people in general, are struggling with their mental health the most when it seems like they're thriving (uploading constantly, getting good grades, etc) but everyone thinks they're fine. which is literally my life rn but i can't take a break from overworking myself bc i need

[2] to get into college. do you have any advice abt how to provide for my future while still taking care of myself? also, i just want to thank you for running such a healthy and positive blog bc it has helped me thru some difficult times, and you seem like such a thoughtful and caring person!

hi dear! oh no :( I'm so sorry, that's such a hard position to be in - I havent been in school for a few years, and not in high school since 2012 yikes lmao, so I'm sure things have changed a bit but hopefully I can still give some advice that helps?

I'd say first and foremost, talk to a trusted adult you know in person about how you're feeling - whether that be a parent, older sibling, favorite teacher, advisor, etc. they may have advice more specific to your situation that might take into account details I dont know. and while this is my first piece of advice, it can also be the hardest? sometimes facing our demons and being honest about them with others who have only seen our "good side" can feel impossible, but it can be a crucial step to help build a support system that you can go to when you feel you're struggling

the next thing I'd say is, on a small scale, start taking time for yourself. I know that's like. the hardest thing to do when you have like 6hr of homework a night, minimum, plus clubs or sports or other activities that take time, but literally even sneaking five minutes between some bits of homework to do something that's calming and centering for you can make a difference - if you can grab five minutes to go sit in a space you feel comfortable, away from your work, to breathe and think about something other than your work, that can be helpful

the next one is sorta like. tangential, but take care of your body as well - you're still a growing and developing human, so this is ESPECIALLY important, but drinking lots of water (and not too many sugary drinks/chemical drinks) and eating veggies and getting enough protein can literally make such a big difference in your brains ability to function at it's best. the other important thing here is sleep - every body is different, so keep in mind what your body does best on and (when you can) aim for that. between hydration, good nutrition, and sufficient sleep, you're laying a foundation that can help your brain be more successful throughout the day

I wish, ultimately, i had a perfect answer for the fucked up school system (esp in America which is what I'm most familiar with), but it honestly sets you up to fail. what (unintentionally) worked well for me was having a blow-off class or two - classes that were easy for me (like sign language, or French 1 after I'd already taken Spanish for several years) and could help boost my GPA without stressing me out as much. if you can find those classes- and definitely look for the ones that are easy for YOU, don't just ask around for the easiest classes - that can be a really nice break in your day and help relieve you of some after-school stress

here's another "honesty is the best policy" situation - if you find yourself struggling to understand a concept, or homework is taking you so much longer than some of your peers (or the teacher says theres only an hour of hw a night and you end up spending far longer on it) talk to the teacher! tell them you're struggling, and ask if you can get some help understanding a topic. be specific about what you dont understand (dont just go "I dont get it") and explain your thought process - this can help teachers understand where you're veering off the path and what you might be missing. and, more importantly, if you're coming in for help, they're more likely to be lenient with you because they know you're trying (yes I'm aware that was more a "school help in general" bit of advice but in case that's something you're struggling with)

now heres....maybe some controversial advice. take calculated risks. example: if a teacher has a policy where they drop your lowest homework grade in a class and you're doing alright in that class, but you have a day where you're saddled with WAY too much work for another class where you're struggling, it's okay to say "okay, today I need to go to sleep by 10pm, I can either finish this difficult homework or complete homework for the class that will drop a grade", sometimes it makes more sense to skip that one homework and get a zero to spend time dedicated to the class you're struggling in and get rest. in a similar vein, there is also a limit to studying - there is a point where you physically cannot absorb more knowledge. it is so much better for your brain - both from a focus and memory standpoint - to get a little extra sleep than to stay up late studying well past the point where you will retain knowledge.

now....again, I havent been applying to colleges in ages so my advice might be a bit stale, but colleges tend to look for good grades but also challenging classes, or improvement over time in classes, etc etc. they want to know you're working hard, and that you have diverse interests. college apps are a bit like resumes honestly, except you cant lie about your GPA. but like. you can fluff everything else. literally EVERYTHING becomes fair game with college apps. you can talk about fanfic or a fandom you're in if you phrase it the right way, like there are barely rules lmao. and you can make yourself sound very appealing

so my advice would be basically this: work hard, but learn your personal limits. figure out how much sleep a night makes you feel awake and focused the next day (again, it varies!) and aim for that as much as you can. try to eat nutritiously when you can, and drink lots of water. dedicate time to your homework and studying, but be sure to take regular breaks and ACTUALLY shift your brain away from your work during those breaks. and it's also good to dedicate time to life activities - like I said, colleges want to know you're a diverse person. spend time in clubs you like or playing sports if that's your thing, or do things unconnected to school. and remember, you can fluff that all up on a college app! but also remember - you have to live with you for the rest of your life, and there are so so many paths to a good job or a college education if that's what you decide you want, be sure to prioritize your health as much as you can. the education system tricks you into this never ending cycle of "if I just push through ___________ I'll get to ___________!" and taking that through your life can be really challenging and exhausting. I need to acknowledge that some of this is easy for me to say - I was a good test taker in high school, I went to college, and I bullshitted my way through (that's a whole other story lmao) but like. I need to acknowledge that, by some privilege and luck, I do have a college education. so when i say this next thing, please take it with a grain of salt, but there is more to life than chasing what society tells us to chase - there is family, there are friends, relationships, hobbies and interests and love and dreams and spending hours playing video games and SLEEP and getting sunburned cause you spent too long out under the sun photosynthesizing and collecting pens or shiny rocks and ANIMALS there is so so so much in life and I hate with such a burning passion that, for the first 22 years of our lives, we are told the ONLY thing in life is getting through college, getting a degree. again, I need to acknowledge that I say that with a background of privilege, and that education can help people get out of bad situations, etc, but there are many paths to education and they dont all require you to put life on hold to get there

let me tell u a story real quick, cause my education looks (from the outside) "easy" (turns out I had depression and eating disorders of all kinds yeehaw !!!!). my sister did NOT have an easy time in school - my parents could afford it, so she had a tutor for some of her challenging subjects, but she also dealt with anxiety and depression the entire time. she didnt get into the college she wanted to, but got put in a sort of program where, if she got good enough grades in some community college courses, she could get into the school. so she worked her ass off, dove even deeper into her mental health issues, but eventually did get in. and then she had challenging classes and didnt have a great support system, and she ended up failing out of many of her classes, to the point where she got put on academic probation. so she took a year off, got a job at a daycare, and I have literally never seen her happier or more well-adjusted. shes going back to school now, for early childhood education, and working part time at the daycare while she takes a light course load at school

another story for you - my aunt graduated high school and went straight into the workforce. she came from a dirt-poor family and couldn't afford it. she bounced around a bit, but eventually found company that she worked well with. they paid for her to go to school, and she finally got a degree many years after what we would consider "traditional". she had a few other jobs, but shes been at her current company now going on 20 years, has been through several promotions, and works directly with a c-suite employee. she is also the only woman in her office, a very traditional trucking company where she works with engineers on a daily basis

there are many paths to education, if that's where you want to go, and it's okay if it ends up looking different from the traditional path were told to follow. do what you can to avoid sacrificing your mental health for an education - if its what you want, you will get there. and remember to ask for help along the way!! I hope that helps a little, dear

#advice

[caralexana]

Natblida (The 100 x FTWD xTWD Crossover - Chapter 1

PILOT

CHAPTER 1

 Important note: By the end of season 3 (the 100), Clarke destroyed Allie indeed, but in this story we don’t need to worry about the nuclear power plants melting down.

“Choj op, Heda”

Lexa took a deep breath as the woman helped her into a sitting position so she could eat. Her eyes observed her calmly.

“How can I call you?”

The older woman showed her a smile “Thia, Heda”

“Hmm” she observed the bandages over her abdomen, unsure of what really happened.

“Fayogon” Thia explained “Skaikru gon”

“What happened?”

“Everyone believes you are dead, Heda.” She spoke “Titus brought what I believed was your corpse to me. Yu kik thru”

The former commander remained silent. The last moments she remembered were like a blur in her mind. She did remember Clarke next to her.

She could only remember Clarke…

“Everything was chaotic after you died.” Thia explained “Ontari wanted to be the next Commander, she murdered all the Natblidas.”

Lexa’s full attention was on Thia, by that moment “What?” She moved her hand to her neck.

“Yes, Heda. Titus removed the flame… But I do not believe he kept it.”

“Where is Titus?!”

“Dead, Heda”

Lexa gulped, taking a moment to process all the information. Titus always did everything for her. Yes, he would do it for any commander. But she knew he cared for her.

“Who is the commander, now?” She asked

“No one, officially, Heda.” Thia explained “The flame is missing. There is a war out there, for it”

“Clarke…” Lexa whispered.

If Titus gave away the flame, there was no one else he could possibly give it to. He knew Lexa trusted Clarke.

“How long have I been here?” Lexa asked

“Over two months, Heda”

The younger lady looked away, trying to adjust to everything she was being told. She remained silent as Thia spoke again.

Thia told her about everything that happened after she was accidentally shot and presumed dead. She told her about the chip that completely took control of people’s mind and body. She told her about the city of light and about the battle in Polis.

“They say Klark Kom Skaikru saved everyone”

Lexa showed her a small smile, proudly “That does sound like something Clarke would do”

“You need to rest, Heda” Thia spoke

“Where am I?” She asked

“Eden” Thia smiled at her “You are safe here… at least for now”

Lexa looked at her, already considering the possibilities.

It was obvious for her that Clarke was in possession of the flame. And, if some were actually thankful for her doings in Polis, she was sure some were still against Wanheda. Plus, Clarke had a slight magnet to trouble.

Lexa knew it was a matter of time until people suspected she had the flame.

Either way, Clarke would be in trouble.

“Hod op, Heda!” Thia was next to Lexa in a second as she saw her trying to stand up.

Yet, it wasn’t necessary since the young lady quickly discovered her body wouldn’t allow her to move so quickly.

“Ahhh” she suppressed a painful groan

“You are lucky to be alive, Heda. Please rest. You cannot yet move. Beja”

Lexa stared at her, desperately wanting to go against it.

“Beja…”

Finally lying down, granting Thia’s wish, she whispered “Chof, Thia”

Thia smiled at her “I will be around”

  *Away from Eden*

 “I’m sorry cutie” Alicia said as she disemboweled the rabbit “You are the first living creature I get in three weeks”

Truth was, she was worried about it.

She was hungry.

She was out of supplies.

She had searched for everything, all around, in the past weeks. It was miles between each small town or village, but everything seemed to be already scavenged, so she was unlucky with that.

She had no other solution other than hunting down some animals. But even with that there was no luck.

That rabbit was the first animal she had found in those weeks.

In fact, she was being honest. It was the first living creature she had found. She almost couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen a human.

“I mean, I know this was my choice, but it would be nice to know if I am or not the last living person on the planet” she kept on talking.

It sounded awkward, but she felt the need to speak out loud, since silence seemed to be a part of her, by then.

 “Gosh, you are delicious” she said, after a while, when she got to finally eat.

Alicia made sure to create a perimeter around the place she was in, somewhere in the woods. She was good at it. After all, she had to.

She knew how to make simple traps and noisy traps so she could sense if someone was approaching.

She looked up at the sky, as she used to in the past nights, before casually drifting off to sleep. She had no idea of what she was doing.

She felt like she had no purpose.

Sometimes she wondered if she should return. Yet she still felt she did not belong there, even if she missed them.

However she also knew she was already too far and that they probably moved too. So she had no idea where they were.

Plus, she always listened to Morgan’s stories and wondered if she was any close to the communities he spoke of.

And what if she was? Did she want to join? She couldn’t be so sure.

She was sure she wanted more meals though.

So, once again, she let herself sleep with the uncertainty of what would happen the next day.

  Alicia woke up hours later, already feeling the sun rays on her face. There was no time for her to wonder for how long she left herself sleep, since she heard noises nearby.

“Is that…?” She asked herself, already combat ready, as she approached. “…a dog?”

She wondered if she was hallucinating but she did hear barks. Carefully, she made her way to discover an actual dog, stuck in one of her traps and already surrounded by walkers.

Quickly, she moved to take down the walkers around the dog but his continuous barks called the attention of even more.

“Shhh, it’s alright, puppy” she spoke, not stopping.

She sensed the danger increasing.

More and more walkers appeared and it wouldn’t take long for her to be just as trapped as that dog.

“Shit…” she sighed, not giving up.

She couldn’t precise for how long she was there, alone, but after a while she sensed there was someone else close.

“Dog!” Someone shouted

Her eyes caught an arrow through a walker’s head, though she still saw no one. Not for long though.

Then, she saw herself being helped not by one but by at least two men.

Having no idea if she could trust them or not, that was no time to think about it. So, the three of them fought the remaining walkers.

“Daaamn!” She noticed the smile of the tallest man, as she took down a walker near him. “Dat a girl!”

Alicia frowned at him, momentarily distracted by the walker approaching in her back. The man, however, noticed and was about to help before yet another arrow punctured its head.

She observed her surroundings.

No more dead. She sighed to herself. At least for now.

“Come here, good boy” she observed the men.

While the tallest one remained with a smile on his face as he stared at her, the other went for the dog. Both carried a good amount of weapons.

“Are you alone, miss?” the tallest one asked

Alicia stared at him, suspiciously.

“Well… I’m Negan. That ugly face is Daryl” he pointed to his friend.

The young lady raised her eyebrow at Negan. Morgan told her a lot about his days back in some communities and there was a lot she didn’t hold. Yet, she was sure this was the Negan he once told her about. After all, it’s not such a common name. But she also remembered Morgan talking about Daryl and he seemed to like him.

Yes, she was sure they were some of the ones Morgan told her about. She couldn’t be sure if it calmed her down or not, but she decided not to talk much about it and take her own conclusions.

Once Daryl approached them with the dog, Alicia noticed the animal was injured, but alive.

“Your dog certainly fell into this lady’s trap” Negan smirked at Daryl

“Dog is smart, he’s used to traps like this.” Daryl stared at Alicia “You were helping him, though, thanks”

She glanced at him, still alert “I was gonna eat him though”

Negan laughed while Daryl didn’t seem to find her words amusing “You would kill a dog?”

Alicia looked at him “If I was hungry, you bet”

“I like this one” Negan chuckled, approaching her. Alicia didn’t appreciate it and quickly pointed her machine gun barrel at his throat “Woah!” he exclaimed “Miss, slitting my fucking throat won’t work alright, someone else has already tried that shit”

“How about we test that?!” She spoke, irritated “It’s dripping guts… I can see many possible outcomes with a single cut”

Negan showed her a small smile “You proved your courage, miss. I mean you no fucking harm”

Alicia was ready to answer, basing herself on what Morgan once told her. Yet she could bet things had changed. If Daryl was trustworthy and allowed himself to be near Negan, then things had certainly changed.

“Please lower that, kid. We’re not gonna hurt you” Daryl spoke

Her eyes deviated to Daryl before staring at Negan once again. Eventually, she lowered her weapon.

“Good.” Daryl approached her “You alone out here?”

“With those beach ball sized lady nuts… fuck, she can go anywhere she wants” Negan chuckled “Oh…” he stared at her “But you are running out of food, uh?”

Alicia frowned at him. Such a statement would be easy to assume, obviously. They surely knew the area and scavenged everything already. She had been around that place for long enough to conclude they already had taken all that was worth something. She knew it was useless to deny it.

“Actually I got a rabbit yesterday”

“You got lucky” Daryl spoke “Not many animals around to hunt, no more”

Negan stared at her “How long have you been around here, miss?”

“It’s Alicia” She finally said it

“Damn!” he leaned back “She actually has a name”

“Fuck off” she spoke

Negan laughed “Come with us, there’s a fan-fucking-tastic community nearby. You don’t have to be all alone, you know”

“Who says I am?” she defied, knowing it would be useless

“Alicia, Alicia…” he chuckled at her “I am too good at this shit... We both know you are, don’t we?”

Daryl approached her “He has talent to get into people’s nerves. Don’t mind him” he spoke “He’s right though, you don’t have to be alone. Plus, you’ll starve if you stay out here”

Alicia looked at him, almost in defeat.

“You know you will, right? Been out here long enough?” he asked

Alicia took a deep breath, she could not argue.

Both were right.

“C’mon and I’ll cook you some spaghetti!” Negan started to walk back

Alicia frowned “You do not have spaghetti”

He turned, chuckling at her “Wanna bet?”

She sighed, in defeat “I’ll go get my backpack”

“Awesome!” Negan exclaimed, as him and Daryl waited for Alicia to return with them.

Daryl stared at her as she did “What?” she frowned

“Nah, you wouldn’t kill my dog” he spoke

Finally, a small smile emerged in her lips.

I think this is safe.

  *Arkadia*

“You are not going anywhere!” Abby exclaimed “You just got here! We just got here!”

Clarke stared at her mother, then at her friends. She wasn’t expecting them to understand.

But her intent was more than to take the flame away from there. She couldn’t bear the weight in her shoulders. She couldn’t deal with the pain in her heart and soul.

She had to leave.

She needed time and space.

“Clarke…” Bellamy approached her “They have no idea where the flame is. We have time to think about what we can do”

She stared at him “You have that time, I am sure you will do a great…”

“Shhh, you are not leaving, period” Raven argued “Can’t you see, Clark? For god’s sake, they will eventually come and try to destroy everything, whether you have the flame or not”

Clarke stared at her enraged friend “We need you” Raven continued “You are not going anywhere. We are not going anywhere either” she finally showed her a supporting smile.

The painful knot in her throat didn’t allow her to say a word. While she knew it wasn’t wise to leave her people at that point, she wasn’t sure if she could deal with everything.

 Everywhere I go I see her face.

#fanfiction #fanfic #clexa #alicia clark #lexa #ftwd #the100 #twd #clarke griffin

[boymeetsweevil]

THANK YOU

I’m just crying no big deal thank you for being so kind i’m gonna go curl up a d*e now :’)

HONEYYYYY 💕💕💕💕 I LOVE YOU SO MUCH THANK YOU!!! For Science was beautiful and I loved every bit of it. Bot matter the wait, its completely worth it because you put so much thought into it. The ending was so nice and im so happy for oc and kookie. Please keep up with your amazing writing love ❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

i just read fs7 for a second time (bc yes i had to read it twice to fully take it in) and oh my god it’s so amazing 😭😭 you really outdid yourself w this series. i can’t tell you how many times i’ve read through it all and i love it even more every time i do. you’re such a talented writer honestly thank you so much for gifting us this fic ❤️

The ending to FS was so authentic!! Awkward and mushy and funny and hot! You really did their relationship justice. Thank you for putting in so much work I'm so happy the series ended this way. You're amazing!

FS7 was a fuckin ride and it was everything I could’ve wanted and more 😫💘 it was amazing like I honestly can’t put into words how satisfying it was but I was smiling sm while reading 🤧 you’re so talented thank you for writing this masterpiece!! FS FINALEEEE IM CRYINGGGGG UWUUUUUUUUU

haaaaaaiiiii just wanna say those 27k words of amazingness was SO worth the wait! thank you so much for the FS series, you did great and can't wait to read more stories from you <33

The last part of for science ahhhhh I screamed! I loved and missed the whole friend group and you put so many funny one liners your dialogue is so natural and entertaining

FS! Oh man where do I start... it was so so so sososososooooo good!!! THE WHOLE SERIES IS JUST SOOOO GOOD. THEY WAY U WRITE IS SO FREAKING WONDERFUL. The scenarios aren’t cheesy or too overtop, the feelings and everything are just sooo realllll. YOUR CHARACTERS ARE JUST SO WELL CONSTRUCTED ARGHHH. Freaking Jungkook and his Captain America crush, same JK I love Chris Pratt and his ass too. So sad that FS has come to and end but it was the perfect finale. I LOVE YOU ❤️ The way i cried, laughed, and just the overjoy from FS 7 i swear to god i hate ending something so wonderful i get a lil disappointed going back to my regular life and not living thru this amazing art thank you for this series i loved it!! I just reread your entire FS series again and the ending was so sweet 😭😭 thank you so much for sharing ur writing!! I also really liked how everyone’s friendship developed in FS7

I just finished FS and I loved it! Awesome job ✌🏼 I love your writing style. It’s not try hard but it’s also not boring lol idk how to explain it but it’s captivating. I’m excited for your future works if you plan on continuing to write 💜 Also, good luck on finals! wahhhhhhhhhh that ending was PERFECTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!! i am so so happy but also so so sad to say goodbye to these characters. i'm gonna miss fs!jungkook so much!!!!!! :(( thank you for sharing this wonderful story with us!!

OH NO WHEN DID YOU POST THAT FINALE :((((( I LITERALLY LOVE IT!!!! THE WHOLE GROUP IS BACK AND JUNGKOOK STOPPED BEING A COWARD CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT?????? I AM SO HAPPY 🥺 When I started reading this, it only had 3 released parts, and now it’s done :(((( i’ll miss you clowning FS jk!!

i've waited a full day to really formulate my thots on the finale of fs... and damn bitch u KILLED me I LOVED ALL OF IT THANK U FOR WRITING ALL THAT BC REALLY? WHAT A FUCKING TRIP THIS HAS BEEN love u forever and ever and ever and am so blessed that u share ur work with lil ol me!! love u to the moon and back <3 u deserve all the good things life has to offer you ! -- crack cocaine anon

I wish I could give you better feedback dissecting every. little. bit. of For Science and how I thoroughly enjoyed the entire series but it's coming out as word vomit lol. I absolutely cackled at the sex Pavlov'd and watermelon slapping. Yoori was fantastic as always ("one day I'm going to get a fresh manicure just so my hands look good when I finally smack the shit out of him." Beautiful) and I just love the group dynamics as a whole. They remind me of my friends :( And the main couple,their whole sometimes-awkward-and-painful process of working things out and then slowly, naturally falling (back?) into love hit me in all the best ways. Overall 10/10, will definitely read this again and anything else you write <3

wow you really snapped with that ending for FS huh i’m- wow seriously one of the best writers ever I feel happy and sad now that FS has ended. Happy because I feel like it was the perfect ending to an amazing series and sad because we have to say goodbye to all these amazing /funny/cray cray characters. You are an amazing writer and I hope we get the chance to read more of your stuff in the future!

I am actually devastated high crying that FS is over. I invested so much EMOTION. Bless your soul. FS finale is amazing. you wrote beautifully and progressed the plot at an anticipating rate. i loved it!!! wondering, did you go off of any certain real life jk looks for his platinum hair, piercings and no glasses? and the ripped jeans...... if u did please post them i wanna see!!!! (ANON, unfortunately I couldn’t find a pic with all of those in one, but there’s this edit and this outfit)

Just needed to let u kno that FS is a masterpiece and i loved it so so so much~ its def my fave fic i've ever read and i love your characterization! Im sad its over but ahhhhh it was so good and i wanna say thanks for writing it - 💖🐰

For science was amazing, I want to congratulate you for writing such a beautiful story for us!!!! Really!!! thank you!!!! for the time and effort bc your fic is genuinely one of the best I've ever read!!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ jesus, i cannot express to you how much I love FS, it was everything i want in a story like it took ages to read but yet it felt like minutes and when i was done i was heartbroken that i’ll never see the characters again, i can really relate a lot of the characters to some of my own friends and i love that despite finding it strange, when i was reading it i found myself laughing out loud at the jokes and cringing at overly handsy jk, your writing is top tier and i’m going to miss FS so much

my heart is swelling while reading the last chapter of fs. It’s been a wild ride and I’m so happy to b part of it!!!!!! Thank u for writing such an amazing story

#CC anon #bunny anon #talk