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Polls will start to be posted within the next week or so.

Bracket list under the cut!

UPDATE: LIST CANCELLED

*Starred shows have multiple theme songs or I have combined shows in a franchise in an effort to include as much as possible. These will have preliminaries built-into their polls on the first round. This is how it works: 1. all of the songs will go into a poll together against one other show; 2. the COMBINED votes for those songs will determine which show wins that poll; 3. only the top voted song for that show/franchise will move on, if the show has won the poll. (If you are confused it will make more sense when we start, I promise!)

The 100

30 Rock

9-1-1*

The Addams Family

Adventure Time*

The Adventures of Jimmy Neutron, Boy Genius

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

All That

The Amazing World of Gumball

American Dragon: Jake Long

Animaniacs

Arcane: League of Legends

Arrested Development

Arthur

Assassination Classroom*

Austin & Ally

The Backyardigans

Barney & Friends

Barry

Batman*

Bear in the Big Blue House

Ben 10*

Better Call Saul

Beverly Hills, 90210

The Big Bang Theory

Big Time Rush

Bill Nye the Science Guy

Black Sails

Bluey

Bob the Builder

Bob's Burgers

BoJack Horseman

Bones

Boy Meets World

The Brady Bunch

Breaking Bad

Bridgerton

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Buffy the Vampire Slayer*

Captain Planet and the Planeteers

Charmed

Cheers

Chip 'n Dale: Rescue Rangers

Choo Choo Soul

Code Lyoko

Codename: Kids Next Door

Cold Case

Community

Cory in the House

Cowboy Bebop

Crazy Ex-Girlfriend*

Criminal Minds

CSI*

Cyberchase

Danny Phantom

Daredevil

Dawson's Creek

Death Note*

Desperate Housewives

Detective Conan

Dexter

Dexter's Laboratory

Diff'rent Strokes

Digimon*

Doctor Who*

Dora the Explorer

Downton Abbey

Dragon Ball*

Dragon Tales

Drake & Josh

Ducktales*

Ever After High

The Fairly OddParents

Firefly

The Flintstones

Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends

Fraggle Rock

Frasier

The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air

Friends

Fringe

Full House

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood*

Futurama

Game of Thrones

George Lopez

George of the Jungle

Gilmore Girls

Glee

The Golden Girls

Good Omens

Gravity Falls

Grey's Anatomy

H2O: Just Add Water

Hannah Montana

Hannibal

Happy Days

Hawaii Five-0*

His Dark Materials

Horrible Histories

House, M.D.

How I Met Your Mother

How It's Made

Hunter × Hunter

Huntik: Secrets & Seekers

I Dream of Jeannie

I Love Lucy

iCarly

It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia

The Jeffersons

Jeopardy!

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure*

Jonas

Justice League

Kim Possible

The Last of Us

Laverne & Shirley

Law & Order*

LazyTown

The Legend of Vox Machina

Leverage

Lilo & Stitch: The Series

Little Einsteins

Lizzie McGuire

Looney Tunes & Merrie Melodies

The Love Boat

M*A*S*H

Mad Men

Madoka Magica*

The Magic School Bus

Malcolm in the Middle

The Mandalorian

The Mary Tyler Moore Show

Merlin

Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

Mister Rogers' Neighborhood

Mob Psycho 100

The Monkees

Monster High

The Muppet Show

Murder, She Wrote

Murdoch Mysteries

My Babysitter's a Vampire

My Hero Academia*

My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic

The Nanny

Naruto*

NCIS

Neon Genesis Evangelion

The New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh

New Girl

NFL (various network themes)*

Ninjago

The O.C.

The Office

One Day at a Time*

One Piece

Only Murders in the Building

Orange Is the New Black

Ouran High School Host Club

The Owl House

Parks and Recreation

The Partridge Family

Phil of the Future

Phineas and Ferb

Pinky and the Brain

Pippi Longstocking

Pokémon*

Power Rangers

The Powerpuff Girls

Pretty Little Liars

The Price Is Right

The Proud Family

Psych

Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure

Reading Rainbow

Reba

Red Dwarf

Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Riverdale

Rugrats

Sabrina the Teenage Witch

Sagwa, the Chinese Siamese Cat

Sailor Moon

Sanford and Son

Saturday Night Live

Schitt's Creek

Scooby-Doo*

Scrubs

Seinfeld

A Series of Unfortunate Events

Sesame Street

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Sherlock

The Simpsons

Smallville

Sofia the First

Sonny with a Chance

The Sopranos

Spider-Man

SpongeBob SquarePants

Star Trek (instrumental themes)*

Star Trek: Enterprise

Star vs. the Forces of Evil

Stargate*

Steven Universe

Stranger Things

Succession

The Suite Life of Zack and Cody*

Suits

Taskmaster

Ted Lasso

Teen Titans

Teen Wolf

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Teletubbies

That '70s Show

That's So Raven

Theory of Love

Thomas & Friends

Tokyo Ghoul

Total Drama

Totally Spies!

Transformers*

True Blood

The Twilight Zone

Twin Peaks

Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt

VeggieTales

Veronica Mars

Victorious

Voltron: Legendary Defender

W.I.T.C.H.

The Walking Dead

WandaVision*

Welcome Back, Kotter

The West Wing

Westworld

What We Do in the Shadows

The White Lotus

Wild Kratts

Winx Club

The Wire*

The Witcher

Wizards of Waverly Place

Wonder Pets!

Wonder Woman

Wow! Wow! Wubbzy!

The X-Files

Xena: Warrior Princess

Yellowjackets

Yu-Gi-Oh!*

Yuri on Ice

Zoboomafoo

Zoey 101

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angelicguy · 5 months

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the hammer of thor... captain americas shield... frasiers sherry....

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dark-magical-ships · 2 years

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TAG NINE PEOPLE YOU WANT TO GET TO KNOW BETTER !

I was tagged by @greghouse and @darkspawngf XDD Thanks very much to both of you!! <3

favorite color: Teal!

currently reading: a friend's fanfic that I'mn beta-ing (unreleased, but it's AMAZING and I WILL be boosting it here when it releases!!) and my own WIPs but otherwise nothing at the moment 😂

last song: Stay by Poets of the Fall

last series: Uhhh read, watched, or played? Read: A Memoir by Lady Trent, watched: Frasier, played: Marvel's Spider-Man (2018)

last movie: rewatch of Captain America: Civil War

sweet / spicy / savory: savory <3

currently working on: trying to figure out this chapter of 4th Wall, and also outlining/scrap-drafting bits and pieces of Naomi's AU longfic

no-pressure tagging: @daydream-sequence, @casperandherboys, @ectoplasmer, @codeshipping, @wooloo-selfship, @ninasrandomships, @rebeccaselfships, @jojolovenotes, @unaaaaaa, @mrsjailbird <3

#friends #jess #dia #about me!#tag game

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towritecomicsonherarms · 2 years

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TEN NEW COMICS YOU SHOULD PROBABLY CHECK OUT BECAUSE OF REASONS

Click the links for more info!

Briar

What if Sleeping Beauty never got her happily ever after... and instead had to save herself? Set in a brutal fantasy world that time forgot, this isn't the fairy tale you know!

Vanish

Oliver Harrison was a mythical hero who slayed the greatest threat to his realm before even hitting puberty. But that was then. As an adult, Oliver leads an average cookie-cutter suburban life-aside from the fact that he's mentally unstable, massively paranoid, smokes like a chimney, and gets blackout drunk every night to hide from his horrific nightmares. Will the arrival of a superhero team called the Prestige prove the madness isn't all in Oliver's head? And what about all the epic fantasy crap from his childhood?

The Roadie

More than thirty-five years after his heyday, a former heavy metal roadie must return to the backroads of America to do a job he thought he'd retired from: exorcist. But this time, he's not saving groupies and drunk bassists. He's trying to save his daughter.

Earthdivers

The year is 2112, and it's the apocalypse exactly as expected: rivers receding, oceans rising, civilization crumbling. Humanity has given up hope, except for a group of outcast Indigenous survivors who have discovered a time travel portal in a cave in the middle of the desert and figured out where the world took a sharp turn for the worst: America. Convinced that the only way to save the world is to rewrite its past, they send one of their own on a bloody, one-way mission back to 1492 to kill Christopher Columbus before he reaches the so-called New World.

Flawed

Frasier meets The Punisher!

Maskerade

Felicia Dance is hiding in plain sight. The provocative social media star and shock TV sensation has one of the most recognizable faces in the world-so she can't capture and kill the butchers who murdered her little brother and experimented on Felicia like a lab rat when she was a child. Not unless she looks like someone else.

Old Dog

Jack Lynch was a once-promising CIA operative. On the eve of retirement, looking back at a failed career, he is tasked with one final mission...that goes horribly wrong. He wakes years later to a changed world and deeper changes within him. When a shadow group offers Lynch a second chance at a life of adventure, he's paired with the last person he could ever imagine. In order to adjust, this old dog will have to learn some new tricks...

Star Trek: Lower Decks

Soon after leading her crew on a planetary expedition aimed at building bridges and advancing Federation technology, Captain Freeman begins to suspect that the planet and its people are not all what they seem... Meanwhile, the crew in the lower decks take to the holodeck, enjoying some much-needed recreational time-until a bloodthirsty visitor decides to join in on their games!

Creepshow

Each issue of CREEPSHOW will feature different creative teams with uniquely horrifying standalone stories.

Shock Shop

a brand-new horror anthology flip comic taking place in a haunted comic book shop with a twisted retailer filled with tales of terror sure to leave you with the lights on.

#recs #rec #comics #image comics #boom! studios #boom studios #dark horse comics

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fyeahcompetentwomen · 1 year

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Elimination Poll Group 1

This is the first of two elimination polls that I'll post today. The top three scorers in this group of 10 will get the three spots left in Group 1 of the bracket! This poll only goes one day, so vote quick!

Endorsement/blurbs under the readmore!

Sarah Jane Smith, Doctor Who: Investigative Journalism! It's how she solves mysteries with the Doctor and the Bannerman Road Gang.

Janet Frasier, Stargate: Frontline doctor to teams dealing with alien crap nobody has ever seen before. She is having to write the book, there are no guidelines but she is so steadfast. There’s such a strength to her that makes me believe in her. Big heart too. Adopted the only survivor of her planet, a young girl, and somehow balanced the career as head medical officer of the SGC with being an amazing mother.

Una Chin-Riley (Number One), Star Trek: Canonically, she's a badass who has hopped around multiple departments in Starfleet and is serving as the First Officer of the flagship (where she is 'the best first officer in the Fleet'). She collects information and people tend to 'end up owing her favors.' Her Illyrian heritage gives her increased strength and a super immune system, which she successfully hides from everyone for decades while serving with distinction. When Captain Pike is kidnapped on Talos, she goes after him, breaks into the lair, and convinces the Talosians that humans would make terrible slaves by threatening to blow herself and all of them up rather than remaining imprisoned.

Zelda Spellman, Sabrina The Teenage Witch: High Priestess! Mortician! Midwife! Diretrix of the Academy of Unseen Arts (and its choir)! Teacher of ancient languages! Witch! Aunt and mother figure! There are not many things this woman is not competent at.

Barbara Gordon, DC: Batman but better. She’d the og batgirl, obviously kicks ass, but most importantly after batgirl she becomes oracle the smartest and most competent person in the extensive batman gang. she's the girl on the computer, she runs everything behind the scenes, she knows everything and if she doesnt know it she will find out if you give her two minutes also she's a wheelchair using queen

Emerahl / The Hag, Age of the Five: Magician so competent she reached immortality, clever enough not to want to be deitified. Works whatever jobs are necessary to reach her goals, from prostitution to healer.

The Armorer, Star Wars: She is a total badass: expert armorer, leader and mediator, warrior

Tara Cole, Leverage: Highly skilled grifter, the only one Sophie trusts enough to help out the Leverage team

Jancy True, Drawtectives: Investigating, being a detective, solving cases... herding junior drawtectives like cats...

William Patterson, Blindspot: Anything to do with computers or science or problem solving, she's your girl. She can hack, she can program, she can find answers, crack codes, solve puzzles, make connections no one else can, notice details. She kills at trivia because she knows everything. She's also highly competent in the field, with firearms and other physically demanding tasks. Her knowledge of science is profound (her father is Bill Nye the Science Guy. No, literally).

#bracket prep #elimination round #1 day poll #poll #group 1 #fyeahcompetentwomen #fuck yeah competent women

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slashingdisneypasta · 2 years

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Incorrect Quote: 'The Time Hook and Hilda Fell for the Same Person'

*Hook leaves the room to fetch something for but a second, but that's plenty time for the Queen to tell you a... story... Its also important to mention that you are currently on a date with one Captain Hook- a date that Hilda has deemed necessary to crash.*

You: *Gasp* -His wife was poisoned?? Jesus christ I gotta get outta here-

Evil Queen: Oh don't worry... he stood trial- They never proved a thing. *Not comforting at all, as she makes a very unsure sort of face*

Hook, returning with a platter: *Offers it to you* Crab puffs?

You: +_+

#Incorrect Quote #Incorrect Quotes #IQs #Disney Villains #Disney Villains Incorrect Quotes #Disney Villain Incorrect Quotes #Disney Villains Incorrect Quote #Disney Villain Incorrect Quote #The Evil Queen #Evil Queen #Evil Queen Grimhilde #Captain Hook #X Reader #source: Frasier

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cloverhighfive · 5 months

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I was tagged by @sensitivehandsomeactionman Thank you!

❝your top 15 favourite tv shows can say a lot about your personality❞

So just in order as I remember them...

Supernatural

Brooklyn 99

Avatar the last airbender (anime - in case this post exists after the remake is made, which I don't trust)

Seinfeld

Extraordinary Attorney Woo

The Glory

Fresh Prince of Bel-Air

Twin Peaks

Frasier

Star Trek: TNG

Les cités d'or (The Mysterious Cities of Gold)

Cheers

Six Feet Under

Kaamelott

Albator (Captain Harlock)

I'll tag a couple ppl cause why not (again, from memory), but feel free to hop on!

@mariekoukie6661 @deancrowleycas @warynerd @kansouame @super-sootica @becauseofthebowties

#tag game

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best-birdnamed-blorbo-bracket · 5 months

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Frasier was submitted without propaganda.

Captain Falcon:

Able to set his fist ablaze and punch so hard that the flames form the titular falcon. It’s the most famous move in Smash Bros.

#best bird blorbo bracket #tournament poll #f zero #frasier

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purpleplaid17 · 6 months

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Jess Watches // Thu 19 Oct Synopses & Favourite Scenes

Frasier (with mum) 5x09 Perspectives on Christmas

While receiving massages for their holiday stress, each member of the Crane family relates the story of the last few days, with subtle differences based on their own perspectives.

Finally an ensemble episode this season! It a Christmas miracle. Hilarious that the neighbours explanation for Niles's ineptitude was that he is "Dr. Crane's brother."

Chucky 3x03 Jennifer's Body

Chucky's complex motivations are revealed; Tiffany is tried for Jennifer Tilly's murder spree.

Tiffany & Nica are back! Woo hoo! I always enjoy episodes more when they're doing a c t i n g. Tiffany with multiple tit-ilating outfit changes and Nica finally getting some justice.

The Consultant 1x06 Glass

Patoff continues his bizarre mind games, now including Craig's fiancée. Craig returns from sick leave to find changes in the office. Elaine discovers a disturbing trend in the newly developed computer game.

So the boy who killed Sang is Patoff's A.I baby and they're studying human behaviour by testing it's limits. idk at this point. No idea where the story's going but really enjoying the mystery of it.

Our Flag Means Death 2x05 The Curse of the Seafaring Life

As Blackbeard remains plagued by the distrust of his crew, Izzy schools Stede on how to be an effective captain.

Them actually talking about, and trying to process their traumas. And being more mindful of their harmful behaviour and how they treat others. Also, the proposal was so sweet and intimate. I love that it was a moment shared just between them.

Gen V 1x01 God U.

Since 1965, Godolkin University has trained some of the smartest superheroes the world has ever known, including three current members of the Seven. The university continues to offer support to all students.

I was about to stop watching a couple of minutes in because yet again Kripke &co. had killed the mother. And I didn't want another show of him traumatizing characters by kiling the women in their life. But literally a few seconds later the dad got killed too so I guess I'll allow it if it's equal opportunity traumatizing lol

#frasier #chucky #the consultant #our flag means death #ofmd #gen v #polls #tumblr polls #jess watches #day 30

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instantespanoramicos · 11 months

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Ok my Frasier fan mutuals. I had this idea at work

How about a high school AU where Niles and Daphne are "The school couple". They've been together since kindergarden and everyone (and I mean it) think they are the cutest.

Because bullying is not allowed in this AU. No. NOPE

And Niles is a genius and helps everyone with homeworks and exams. He's still our shy, adorkable Crane boy but no one messes up with him. He has a lot of friends and the school jocks hang around with him.

And Daphne is the cheerleader captain and she's the kindest, selfless girl in the world who helps the rest of girls to achieve what makes them happy.

They are the perfect couple. The king and queen at every prom dance. And nothing bad happens to them. They are happy forever.

End of the TED TALK

#frasier #niles x daphne #niles crane #daphne moon #tv

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writtenjewels · 1 year

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Stranded part 3

Part One, Part Two

Joey's world was reduced to fuzzy outlines of things. He could still tell what everything was, but it was all out of focus. Nathan assured him there was nothing really worth seeing anyway. Their surroundings appeared to be forest and mountain and that was about it. It was hot here but not unbearably so. Joey wouldn't have even minded the trek if it weren't for that weird creature roaming around.

“Is that thing still following us?” he asked.

“Nah, I think it gave up,” Nathan shrugged.

“What do you think it was?”

“Not sure.” Nathan paused in their walk to think it over. “You ever see that Brendan Frasier movie?”

“Encino Man?” Joey frowned.

“No, cabeza de mierda. The other one.”

Joey stared at his friend, biting back a laugh. “Did you just try to call me a shithead in Spanish?”

“I didn't try,” Nathan argued, smirking at Joey. “I succeeded. Point being, the thing that went after us looked like one of those things the mummy calls up in the climax.” Joey had to think for a moment what Nathan was talking about.

“Oh yeah,” he nodded, once he had the image in his head. “That part was really cool.” They turned a corner and kept on walking. Joey squinted hoping to make out their surroundings but it only seemed to make things even more blurry. He didn't notice Nathan had stopped walking until he ran into the other man. “What's up?”

“Joey, you're not gonna fuckin' believe what I found.”

“Rachel Weisz?”

“Not as hot, but nearly as good.” With that lead-in, Nathan stepped aside so Joey could have a look. He had to get a little closer before the image became clear to him. And Nathan was right: Joey didn't believe it.

It was beer. Bottles of beer chilling in ice. Joey gaped at it in shock. Where the hell had it come from? What was it doing here? Nathan was already reaching down and taking one out. Before Joey could form a word, his friend was popping open the top.

“Uh, wait a minute--” The rest of his protest died the moment that bottle touched Nathan's lips. Nathan guzzled down half the bottle in one go. Joey eyed his friend warily, waiting to see what would happen.

“Hoo!” Nathan sighed out. “That hits the fuckin' spot! C'mon, help me drag these into the woods so we can sit and drink them in the shade.”

“Seriously?” Joey squinted again. “You want to drink some random beer you found in the middle of nowhere while some crazy zombie soldier thing is running around?”

“And why the fuck not?” Nathan challenged. Joey could think of tons of reasons why not. He opened his mouth to list them but then slowly closed it again. Instead, he fished a bottle out of the chest and popped it open.

“Salud,” he toasted, and took a drink.

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Salim didn't know where exactly he planned to go when he walked away from Dar. He tried everything he could to convince the captain to change, or at least alter, his plans for the Americans. It should have been enough to strand them here and have them struggling for a while, but no: Dar was adamant about punishing them. Salim had no grudge against the Americans-- only knew them from the cowboy movies he watched-- so he had no part in the planning.

He could hear the spray of bullets up ahead. One of the Americans defending themselves against the Ancient Ones, he guessed. There was a moment of silence and then more gunfire. Those bullets weren't going to do any good and eventually the American must have figured it out, because there was silence again. Salim turned in the direction of the noise and moved toward it.

The Ancient Ones were under orders not to kill the Americans, but Salim still wanted to make sure. Balathu came charging his way.

[What happened back there?] Salim asked him. The Ancient Ones could no longer speak with words but Salim had figured out their unusual language of clicks and shrieks. Balathu told him about being shot by the American and retaliating with a spear throw. Then the American had disappeared.

[What do you mean, disappeared?] Salim frowned. Gone, according to Balathu; he couldn't find the American he'd been pursuing. [There are plenty of other Americans for you to chase around,] Salim reasoned. [Don't worry about this one.]

That seemed to appease the Ancient One, and he went charging off again to hunt. Salim was more curious than ever about this American. He continued walking forward a few more paces. He let out a gasp when he spotted the other man. A gray cap covered his head and he wore a blue T-shirt under his body armor vest. The soldier's head lifted at Salim's noise and Salim was a little startled by the American's appearance.

More specifically, startled that he was so handsome. The cut of his jaw, the slope of his nose, his mouth. Salim didn't realize he'd been staring until the American started speaking to him.

“You from here?”

[Not exactly,] Salim hedged.

“Guess we ain't gonna have much conversation,” the American sighed. “Still, it's nice to see a pretty face.” Heat shot through Salim and gathered on his face. “Human!” the American corrected himself. “A human face!”

Salim stared at the American in surprise, his eyebrows shot up. “You think,” he clarified carefully, “that I am pretty?” It was the absolute last thing he expected from an American.

“Fuck!” The soldier's face twisted like he was trying to fight the embarrassed blush on his face. “I thought you couldn't speak English!”

“I'm very good with languages,” Salim explained. “I'm Salim,” he added.

“Jason,” the other man returned after a moment. Salim noted how he was favoring one of his shoulders. A quick assessment showed his clothing was torn and stained with blood.

“You're hurt!”

“Yeah.” Jason's lip curled up in an amused look. “A fuckin' armored zombie threw a spear at me.” Something about his dry delivery made Salim laugh. “Speakin' of which, be careful. That fuckin' thing could still be close by.”

“I think we're safe for now,” Salim soothed him. “So,” he resumed with a smile, “you think I'm pretty?”

“That ain't what I said,” Jason argued. “I didn't say that at all.” Salim raised an eyebrow. “Where'd you come from, anyway?” Jason demanded in an effort to change the subject. “You stranded here like us?”

“Not like you, but I can't leave, if that's what you're asking.” It was too complicated a situation to get into just now. “And for the record,” he added, a gleam in his eyes, “I think your face is pretty, too. Then again,” he went on before Jason's responding blush could spread too far, “yours is also the first American face I've seen outside cowboy movies.”

“Huh.” Jason still looked embarrassed and a little unsettled. “John Wayne or Clint Eastwood?”

“Steve McQueen.”

“The King of Cool himself? Fuck.” Jason shook his head. “That's a fuckin' high bar.” Salim felt his smile growing wider. He liked this American. “That's one of my favorite movies,” Jason told him.

“Mine too,” Salim agreed. Their eyes met, Jason's head tilted in such a way that the cap brim didn't hide his features. His eyes are brown, Salim noted as a pleasant warmth filled him.

– – –

Rachel turned and reached out a hand to help pull Clarice up. Her legs and arms felt about ready to fall off but they finally made it up the mountain. Clarice panted for breath, hands braced on her knees. Rachel took the opportunity to fish out her canteen and take a long drink. Once Clarice was recovered enough, Rachel passed the canteen along to her.

“We finally made it to the top,” Clarice gasped out. “I can't believe you do that sort of thing for fun.”

“It helps me get out of my head,” Rachel explained. “Makes me push myself on my own terms.” Clarice caught her eye, a little smile touching her lips.

“Yeah. I get that. Kind of like when I memorized the periodic table backwards.”

“What?” Rachel stared at her.

“You know, like usually you start with Hydrogen, Helium, Lithium, and so on. But instead I went backwards and... why are you looking at me like that?”

“Huh?” Rachel blinked out of her daze. She didn't even realize she'd been staring, or wearing a little smile as she did. She had missed nerdy tangents like this. “Sorry.” She looked around hoping to distract Clarice. “At least we made it to the tower.”

“I don't know if I'd call this thing a 'tower',” Clarice argued. Now that they were close to it, Rachel could see there was a sort of base around the object. There was also weird patterning on it that she couldn't make sense of.

“It has a pointy end,” Rachel pointed out.

“Right.” Clarice gave her an amused look. “Because that's what defines a tower: a pointy end.” Rachel laughed, and she was surprised by how good it felt. When was the last time she laughed at anything? Clarice matched her smile and Rachel felt a little lighter.

The two of them decided to wait for the others near the tower but not too close. Some instinct made them cautious of it. Rachel gazed out over the landscape spread below them. The tower was situated in a great spot for them to see the rest of the area. The smoke from their crash was gone now.

“Look at that sunset,” Rachel awed. She felt slightly guilty that she wasn't longing for Nick to share the moment with her. Or even Eric, for that matter.

But she did hope they were both okay, wherever they were.

#clarice stokes #rachel king #nathan merwin #joey gomez #salim othman #jason kolchek #house of ashes

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allie-campbell-bradshaw · 5 months

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Chapter 14: Surprises

A/N: Okay, we’re getting back to this story being good…I promise, the fluff is coming! It’s honestly hard to believe that we are now 14 chapters into this phenomenal story. I know it has been a slow start, but I promise we are going to start moving forward from here on out. I mention this in every chapter, but in case you missed it- I do not give permission for my work to be re-posted without credibility. If you do want to post this story to your page, please be sure that you tag my account or at least mention its original source in your post.

Also: This story is sequential…please go back and read my other chapters, in order, for the best results!

Again, thank you for being here and I hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: Swearing

Chapter 14: Surprises

BRADLEY’S POV

“Holy shit!” Javy exclaimed with wide eyes, completely taken aback by the story I had just shared with him. The story of Friday night, sparing the excruciatingly romantic details.

Natasha’s eyes left mine to meet Javy’s, looking equally as impressed as him, but not as obvious, “Wait until Frasier hears about this!” she exclaimed, calling out the inevitable–Emmett was going to be filled in. And when he was, all hell would break loose with endless amounts of teasing and bullshit.

“So you lost her number, and then spent the past 24 hours in the hospital waiting for her?” Javy was retelling the story out loud so he could comprehend it better. He was still struggling to process all the developments that had occurred over the weekend.

“Yeah,” I answered. Short and casual.

“Geez” Natasha stated, eyes going wide and letting out a loud gust of air as she adjusted into the seat next to me.

Javy was sitting in front of us today, taking the turn to sit alone. That was our agreement for the seating arrangement since the tables only fit 2 students. We opted to take the front two tables on the right side of the lecture hall. Javy sat at the very front table and Natasha and I were directly behind him. Every time we had lecture, we would rotate. Tomorrow would be my turn to sit in the front. Thank God it wasn’t my turn today! I was dog shit tired!!!

Javy and I adjusted in our seats, as well as the rest of the class. The Naval Academy was very punctual. This class, Flight Training I, started right at 10:45, and if you were a split second late, you would be locked out of the hall. Someone in my Calculus I class was not even 10 seconds late and found himself struggling with the locked doorknob. Another student in class got up to let him in, and was stopped by the Captain that was instructing the course. The student that was late AND the student that tried to help both did 50 pushups on the field of the track after class. The rest of us had to watch at attention, heavily concentrating on our stance, we didn’t dare breathe out of place. No one has ever been late to anything on campus since then.

It was now 10:44 and our flight instructor was nowhere to be found. Everyone in class was looking at each other, waiting for someone to speak up.

I was about to pull out my phone and check my school email for possible cancellations when a white man, nearly bald, stormed into the room. He had a few strands of white hair resting on the bottom portion of his head. He was wearing the same service khakis as we were. However, his were decked out in ribbons and insignias, whereas we only had 1, the generic service ribbon that we got on the day we took our oath.

“Good morning midshipmen,” He said sternly, obviously not someone that cared about having a ‘polite’ reputation on campus. There was a pause in his voice as he reviewed the roster which was attached to a clipboard on his desk, “and women” he finished, noting the two women that were in our course. I looked over at Natasha, who scooted in her chair, bothered by the lack of respect taken towards her gender.

He dropped the clipboard down onto the desk, leaving a loud echo behind him as he leaned over the steel and into our eyes, “I honestly don’t give a shit about learning your names. Statistically speaking, 2 of you will fail out of the aviation program before you get to the finish line, 3 of you will die in action within the first two years, and another one of you will be a POW in the middle east before you’re 30, which means that only 1 of you will have what it takes to make it to Top Gun before retirement, and even then, nothing is guaranteed”.

A chill ran down my spine as this man spoke his last sentence. He never once made eye contact with me, instead looking in the opposite direction of the room, but it seemed as though he directed that statement unto me. I looked down at my notebook and blue pen, picking it up and twirling it through my fingers. Natasha noticed the change in my demeanor, and learned forward, a look of concern on her face. I didn’t want to explain this to her. Not now. Maybe not ever. So I just shook my head and kept my gaze down. Her gaze went back to the instructor as he finished his statement, “Let the bloodbath begin.”

Javy looked over his shoulder at the two of us, feeling completely uneasy. I could see the fear in my classmates' eyes as the realization that some of us in this room would be dead soon became a hard statistical fact. I continued to spin the pen around as he went on with his introduction, “I am Rear Admiral Thomas Campbell. You will call me Rear Admiral Campbell, not ‘hey you’, ‘teacher’, ‘mister’, or ‘Sir’, do I make myself clear?”

My eyes went completely wide with shock and fear as he announced his full name. Before then, I had completely tuned him out. The pen that was in my hand fell straight onto the paper, leaving a trail of ink as it went flat onto the surface. I could feel Natasha’s eyes on me and in my periphery, I could see that Javy was tense, his head half tilted to us, but still keeping his eyes forward.

“The only exception to my name is to call me by my call sign, “Panther” when we are in the air. During your first year, you will spend a total of 80 hours in our simulation room and 20 hours in the air, flying our cessnas. You have all been grouped based on ability and performance on your pre-assessment taken last week. Three of you will be with me, two of you will be with Justin Fulterski, call-sign “String Bean”, and the last two will be with my daughter, Allie Campbell, call-sign “Baby”. Both of whom are adjunct instructors with their pilots license. They are not active duty soldiers, so you do not salute them”.

The doors opened and Justin, followed by Allie, came into the room, wearing the green flying suits that we will eventually wear in the air. Now Javy was completely turned, looking right at me. Natasha was covered in shock, but trying hard to hold onto her poker face, a face that won a poker tournament this weekend. However, she did steal some glances my way every few seconds. A few other classmates had their eyes glued to me while the remainder were still focused on Admiral Campbell’s speech.

I kept my eyes down, grabbing my aviators and pulling them over my eyes, avoiding all eye contact from the front of the room where Allie was now standing. I used the opportunity I had to steal a glance at her, knowing I was shielded by the dark tint of the glasses so she wouldn’t know I was looking.

Her eyes were right on me, her lips pursed and cheeks slightly pink with a sort of “gotcha” look on her face. She looked away a few seconds later and brought her gaze to her father. Her hair was tightly pulled up into a bun on the back of her head, the standard for women in the military.

Her father…Her father was my flight instructor, and not only that, he was an admiral for my branch of the armed forces! I brought my attention back to him, my head swimming too much to even be able to half-focus, but I tried. “And now for our flight assignments,” Admiral Campbell went on, grabbing a stack of folders. “I will be taking those with the least amount of flight experience, which is Ashton, Stellar, and Heights,” he said as he made eye contact with the two men and the woman who were called, slightly embarrassed at his candid reasoning. “Machado and Trace will go with Bean. Which leaves Ryans and Bradshaw with Baby”.

We both made eye contact with each other as her dad handed her over two files, obviously papers of me and my partner. I took off my aviators and looked at her, hard. I couldn’t decide what to think. On one hand, I was excited that I had her as an instructor, but on the other hand, I felt cheated. We spent almost 2 hours together on Friday and not once did she mention having a pilots license or being an instructor on campus for that matter. She must have seen the torn expression on my face, because when I looked up at her again, she looked quite insecure in her position. She was now avoiding eye contact with me completely.

Rear Admiral Campbell continued his speech, telling us that we would spend our first month in the simulation room before we get into the air. This new flight training program was designed to get Naval Aviators in the air before attending flight school, working with the harder military aircrafts. For the next three years, we would just be focused on the cessna’s and getting as many flight hours in as we could before our next step.

After the Naval Academy, we would all go to Rhode Island for Officer Training School. This was a requirement for anyone entering naval service. So Natasha, Javy, and Emmett would all be going along with me. Once we complete that course, Emmett would be separated from us, and the two others and I would go to Florida for the Air Indoctrination Course. Then there would be flight school, our final step to officially become an aviator for the U.S. Navy. We would either stay in Florida or go to Texas for that. The whole process was going to be long and tedious, but knowing that Allie was going to be one of my instructors for a small part of it, made it a little more fulfilling than it already was. Something a little more special.

I didn’t realize how lost in thought I was until Natasha nudged my shoulder. I quickly blinked and came out of it, seeing that all of my classmates were getting up and heading for the doors of the lecture hall. Natasha looked at me concerned and confused, but I just brushed it off, making my way to the doors. Allie and Justin were still standing in the front of the room, watching us as we left. I looked over my shoulder at her one last time, letting the frustration of this surprise show on my face, shaking my head at her as I went up the steps of the isles. She looked down, with an upset expression now on her face. Justin turned his head to her, but I didn’t catch anything else at that point. I was already out of the room by then.

I followed the crowd of my classmates as they walked down the halls, Natasha standing to my left and Javy to my right.

“What the fuuuuuuck,” Javy whispered.

“Shut up,” I snapped back, keeping my voice down so no one else caught on.

“I just can’t-” Javy went on, finding himself as speechless as Natasha and I already were, “Did you know about this?” He asked, looking over at Trace.

All she did in response was raise her eyebrows and shake her head, not knowing what to say at this moment.

Eventually the crowd we were following went outside and onto the tarmac, watching as upperclassmen were walking around the area, every one of them paired up and getting settled into their T-68 Texan II.

All of us watched in amazement at what was happening. They all had flight suits on, helmets, and a full team of managers helping on the ground.

“Calm down boys!” Admiral Campbell said to us. Natasha let out a loud breath. I looked over at her and saw in her eyes that her blood was boiling, obviously Admiral Campbell was not used to women being in this program. “You won’t be flying these babies until the beginning of your fourth year. Third if you’re lucky,” he went on, looking at me as he said this. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked over at Natasha who just raised her eyebrows a little bit and gave a slight nod, a soft smirk on her face. I never was one to stick out from the pack, so I didn’t really know how to handle this…and I didn’t really want to learn.

“Now ladies and gentlemen,” he started. It was nice to see him finally getting into the inclusion: “Enjoy the show.” He kept his stance tall as he turned around, his hand behind his back, holding his fingers together.

We watched as Justin and Allie emerged from a hanger, both of which were carrying their own helmets. His were various shades of green, with the words “string bean” written in yellow paint. Hers was white with ‘Baby’ painted in light blue cursive along the top.

Both of them quickly got into a Texan, strapping themselves in and communicating with the ground crew. They were signing things to each other, although I had no idea what they were saying. Eventually they stopped signing and the aircraft was turned, the backs now facing us. Admiral Campbell looked over at a grounds crew man that was standing by a radio. Campbell nodded at him and the Black crewman turned on a handheld radio that was sitting on a table.

“Texan 2 ready for taxi.” Justin said over the radio.

“Texan 3 ready for taxi.” Allie’s voice came through the radio.

“Texan 3, begin taxi first, face North,” another voice said. I looked up at the air traffic control tower that was right above us. The windows were completely tinted black with white stone covering the leg of the tower. Natasha and I stole a glance at each other, with a WTF expression on our face as the shock of this morning settled into a reality.

After a few minutes, Allie came on and said she was ready for departure. I looked over at the walkie and heard the same air traffic controller say, “Texan 3, you are clear for departure”.

“Copy, clear for departure.” Allie said. Within seconds, her aircraft roared to life and we watched as her plane sped down the runway and took off towards the Northern sky. Everyone turned their bodies as her jet moved past us, the sound excruciatingly loud and wind intently smacking onto our bodies. “Holy shit!” a classmate yelled. No one else said anything, instead we watched in amazement as the jet circled around us in the sky.

Eventually, Justin was also up there, and we watched as the aircrafts moved, obviously showing off a well-rehearsed flight show. They spun, and spiraled, and circled each other, ending their show with a “fly by” right over the control tower. Everyone's eyes, including my own, were beaming.

I watched as Allie’s aircraft landed on the runway, coming to a halt and taxing over so Justin could land. Then they drove their aircraft back over to us and sat there as the grounds crew helped them with the proper procedure of getting out of their aircrafts. I glanced down at my watch and noticed that this whole thing lasted over an hour, although it only felt like 15 minutes.

Justin and Allie walked over to us, taking off their helmets and balancing them down on their hips, standing behind Admiral Campbell.

Campbell turned around, facing us now, we weren’t able to see his eyes anymore since they were shielded by his aviators: “I hope you all took something out of that,” he began, “They may not be naval aviators, but they are your flight instructors, and I trust that all of you learn something from them. I can tell you right now, they are without a doubt more skilled than any of you are, even the more experienced ones”. At this, Allie and I looked at each other. She gave a cocky smirk and brought her eyes back to her dad, but I kept my gaze on her. The breeze that was created by the other Texan’s that the fourth years were now flying kept hitting her, causing her hair to slowly come out of its tight bun, strands blowing around in the wind. Her blonde hair was even more prominent now against the green of the flight suit than they were against the deep red of her sweater last Friday. Shit! Her sweater. It was still sitting in the front seat of my new bronco. A car that he gave me as a gift for being admitted into the Naval Academy, which is a hilarious reasoning given the circumstances. I knew that this “gift” was really an unofficial way of him asking me to visit. But honestly, why would I? I had nothing to say to him, and God knows I would NEVER spend another Thanksgiving, Easter, or Christmas with him ever again! Never.

“And now, to the locker rooms,” Admiral Campbell said, “You have a present waiting for you”. He turned his body and began walking towards the doors that we came out of over an hour ago. Shit! I completely missed what he said, being lost in my own thoughts of him.

I watched as classmates passed me and made their ways to the doors, finding myself frozen. Frozen in a physical and mental sense. Allie passed me as well, which now left me in the back of the pack, watching everyone walk through the door. I used this as my opportunity to talk with her, since more and more witnesses were now indoors, especially her father.

I started walking and increased my pace to a light jog so I could catch up to her, which I did in a matter of seconds: “You could have told me,” I said calmly, but making it clear that my patience was rattled.

She looked over her shoulder at me and decreased her pace, “You never asked,” she said to me, dropping her head and looking at the ground as we made our way closer and closer to the door.

“Don’t pin this on me! I told you that I was in the aviation program here, and you never even thought ‘well hey! Maybe I should tell him that I’m his Goddamn flight instructor’”.

She froze at this, letting out a big “huff” as her body turned towards mine: “Look,” she said to me, putting on that same calm tone in her voice that she gave me the day I hurt my hand with that ‘rehearsed speech’ of hers, “If I would have known that I was your flight instructor, yes, I probably would have said something. But I didn’t know anything until this morning, and besides, it’s not like I could have given you a warning this morning in King Hall because you weren’t there. Instead, you were sitting around in the hospital, waiting for me”.

“How did you-” I started to ask, then froze as I assumed the answer to my own question, “You nurses really hear everything don’t you?”

She gave me a ‘no shit’ look and then turned her body, aiming towards the door, but I was able to grab onto her arm before she could move an inch. “Why didn’t you at least tell me about your dad?” I asked, still keeping a calmed tone in my voice. I have learned that the best way to get anywhere with her is if you kept your composure as best you could.

Whenever I got mad or frustrated, she would too. She always matched my energy, and I could tell that this hypothesis was correct because she immediately lost a bunch of tension in her body, relaxing a little as she looked down at my hand that was wrapped around her bicep. Her mouth was slightly open, and her breath increased a little. She looked at me with a gentle look in her eyes as she continued to breathe. She closed her mouth, and I noticed her eyes became a little hard, “Well,” she began, in her all too familiar sassy tone: “I would have had time to get to that, but I was underwater”. She shook off my arm and made her way to the door. Damn. Right when I thought I had her figured out.

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