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idk-bruh-20 · 1 year

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Tony, the futurist

Buckle in folks, I've had some thoughts and I'm about to make it ✨everyone's✨ problem.

Been thinking about Tony Stark, the futurist who saw the end of the world.

Tony, who in IM1 escapes kidnapping and torture and says, "I shouldn't be alive. Unless if was for a reason."

who, in The Avengers, has this exchange with Bruce Banner:

Tony: You know, I've got a cluster of shrapnel, trying every second to crawl its way into my heart. This stops it. This little circle of light. It's part of me now, not just armor. It's a… terrible privilege. Bruce: But you can control it. Tony: Because I learned how. Bruce: It's different. Tony: Hey, I've read all about your accident. That much gamma exposure should've killed you. Bruce: So you're saying that the Hulk… the other guy… saved my life? That's nice. It's a nice sentiment. Saved it for what? Tony: I guess we'll find out. Bruce: You might not like that. Tony: You just might.

Right after this, Cap tells Tony, "You're not the guy to make the sacrifice play, to lay down on a wire and let the other guy crawl over you."

And then Tony flies a nuke into a wormhole, tries to call his girlfriend because he thinks these are his last moments, did not go in there expecting to survive.

Although he survives, he witnesses an alien army so terrifying, so unbeatable, it gives him crippling PTSD nightmares and panic attacks, knowing they are not prepared to defend the earth.

I'm thinking about Tony who, in AOU, gets manipulated by Wanda into witnessing his worst nightmare.

Which, by the way, involves losing all of his newfound friends.

Later, he has this exchange with Nick Fury:

Tony: And I'm the man who killed the Avengers. I saw it. I didn't tell the team, how could I? I saw them all dead, Nick. I felt it. The whole world, too. It's because of me. I wasn't ready. I didn't do all I could. Fury: The Maximoff girl, she's working you, Stark. Playing on your fear. Tony: I wasn't tricked, I was shown. It wasn't a nightmare, it was my legacy. The end of the path I started us on. Fury: You've come up with some pretty impressive inventions, Tony. War isn't one of them. Tony: I watched my friends die. You'd think that'd be as bad as it gets, right? Nope. Wasn't the worst part. Fury: The worst part is that you didn't.

Tony's worst fear is to survive in a world he's failed to save. He has to "do all [he] could" or else the future he's terrified of will happen and it will be his fault.

(Not to put too fine a point on it, but there's a reason why Tony and Peter are so compatible as mentor and mentee.)

Tony's seen what's coming, and he's willing to do whatever it takes.

Here's the thing, though:

Tony doesn't actually want to die.

In AOU, when they're arguing about why he created Ultron, Tony says this to Cap:

"Isn't that the mission? Isn't that the 'why we fight'? So we get to go home?"

He tells Bruce that the reason they should create Ultron is to have "peace in our time."

He tells Pepper that his constant tinkering, his inability to ever, ever rest is because he needs to keep her safe from the oncoming threat.

Tony has a life he wants to protect, people he wants to keep safe. And, unlike the other Avengers, he knows exactly how impossible this will be to achieve.

Tony is the only Avenger who understands how severely outmatched they are. Maybe Thor understands the threat, but he has no ability to imagine losing.

Tony tries to get them to understand:

Tony: Recall that? A hostile alien army came charging through a hole in space. We're standing three hundred feet below it. We're the Avengers. We can bust arms dealers all the live long day, but, that up there? That's… that's the end game. How were you guys planning on beating that? Steve: Together. Tony: We'll lose. Steve: Then we'll do that together, too.

Well, they do lose. And they don't do it together.

And it turns out Tony was right about everything.

He was right that he would survive to face his world that he'd failed to save.

He was right that the Avengers would not be enough.

He was right that Bruce's powers would be worthwhile someday.

And, apparently,

some people think he was right that he was only alive for this reason.

Because, obviously, the only "reason" for someone like Tony Stark to be alive is to eventually sacrifice himself, right?

A character so traumatized can only find peace in death.

Right?

No.

Stop that.

Tony Stark may have been willing to risk his life for his family, but that doesn't mean he wanted that to be his end.

Remember when this happened?

Bruce: Saved it for what? Tony: I guess we'll find out. Bruce: You might not like that. Tony: You just might.

Bruce gets to live long enough to like his ending.

Remember when this happened?

All Tony ever wanted to do was make the world a better place.

And, what about this?

You're telling me that Yinsen didn't value family above all else?

That he thought Tony should die and leave them behind?

No.

Tony Stark is a futurist.

He is the Cassandra of the MCU. He warns the others constantly of the oncoming threat that only he, apparently, can see. (Even Thanos calls him "cursed with knowledge.")

No one believes him. Alone, he tries to prepare for the threat that he has witnessed. He sits with his nightmares and tries to find a way around them, constantly.

He builds a life worth living, finds people worth protecting, just like Yinsen told him to.

To protect the future, he does all he possibly can.

Tony deserved to be part of the future too.

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sabrerine911 · 3 months

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"Muscle Madness and big heavy weapons!" COLORED (MHW/MHR) (Ill paste the old text for context) Wanted to do a dumb comic comparing my 2 super massive vampire hunters Galmar and Beth to hunters with the "Buff Gamma/Extremely" aesthetic for fun. Its just fun a concept to me when massive characters wield very quick weapons XD Mind you Beth and Galmar could absolutely suplex or powerbomb a Rajang(did a comic on that last one XD) , but they like their quick weapons! (also yes, Galmar is bothered to call his Anjanath hand axe a sword XD ) And now I have some time to play some Sunbreak so I can work on making Beth's DB build biblically accurate, meaning as busted OP as I can possibly make it XD

#monster hunter #buff #monster hunter world #mhw #iceborne #monster hunter rise #mhr #sunbreak #hunter #muscle #galmar berastok #beth ravencoft #vampire hunter #unholy trinity #crossover #capcom

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jungle-angel · 2 months

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The One With The Sex Manual (Frat!Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: Big brothers will always look out for the little brothers and give free sex ed lessons where and when they possibly can

Warnings: Smut references, frat boy sex manuals, weird and very detailed sex positions/acts etc. BE WARNED SOME OF THESE POSITIONS ARE REAL!!!!! (lol)

Tagging: @floydsmuse @sebsxphia @attapullman @callmemana

Rhett sighed as he paced up and down the row of freshmen pledges seated before him in the living room of the Delta Tau house, hands behind his back and licking his lips, a nervous habit he just couldn't break.

"Alright guys," Rhett said to them. "Now I'm sure that this ain't the first time ya'll have encountered something sexual.......but I warn you.....nothing, I repeat......NOTHING......can prepare you guys for what you're about to learn in these lessons."

All of them looked at each other, nervous and uncertain.

"Anybody on Greek Row will tell you," Rhett continued. "That during a rager, you will encounter sexual acts that are filthy, disgusting, depraved and stunningly beautiful all at once. A Delta Tau in his natural habitat, often engages in these odd mating rituals during said mating season which lasts from Valentines' Day all the way up through March."

The boys scratched a few notes on their little notepads, hoping that the notes would at least serve them well enough in the days ahead.

"Now seeing as Florida Fuckfest occurs at the peak of mating season," Rhett informed them. "Ya'll need to prepare yourselves because anything and everything will be thoroughly fucked, including shit that doesn't even move. I guarantee that every one of ya'll will have your balls completely drained by the time spring break is over. So lets dig into the manuals and get in the weeds. Flounder? What's the first chapter?"

"Um......sex positions?"

"Alright so lets list out a few sex positions and what they are," Rhett said, turning to the portable chalkboard. "What's the first one?"

Flounder snorted, stifling a laugh. "Simba," he answered.

"And what does 'Simba' entail?" Rhett queried, trying not to laugh.

"Oh God......" Flounder squeaked. "I don't think I can read this......"

"Just try."

"When you blow your load on a girl's stomach, take some on your thumb, wiping it across her forehead, you go 'SIMBA' like Rafiki."

The other pledges and even Rhett couldn't help himself, their laughs filling the room. "Alright anybody else?"

"What's the Cleveland Accordion?" Stephen Rodriguez asked.

"Oh that's funny," Rhett laughed. "That's where ya'll quietly cum on her knees, loudly bust a nut in her face and then slam'er knees and face together like an accordion."

The pledges could no longer keep their laughter in, one or two of them simultaneously rolling to the floor at Rhett's explaination.

"Wait, this looks weird, what's the 300?" Danny Kelso queried.

“When you finish doin it, that's where you make sure your naked partner is at the end of the bed near your feet. Then yell ‘This is Sparta!’ and kick her off the bed," Kayce explained before taking a swig of Coke.

"You've tried this?!" Rhett exclaimed through a fit of laughter.

"I didn't have a choice!" Kayce blurted out. "I had to pee really bad and she wouldn't get off me!!"

"Was that Monica?" Rhett asked him.

"Yeah.....it was Monica," Kayce chuckled sheepishly.

Rhett grew a little red in the face when he saw you in the doorway, biting your lip as you tried not to laugh. Kayce called for attention, himself and the pledges standing straight out of respect for you since you were the frat's First Lady.

"Baby I am so sorry ya'll had to hear that," Rhett apologized.

"Rhett don't apologize it was hilarious," you chuckled. "Besides, I've heard worse over at the Phi Gamma house. That's nothing."

Rhett took you in his arms and kissed you. "Wanna help me out here?" he asked you. "I could use a T.A for the sex ed classes."

You laughed, kissing him right back. "I'd be honored," you told him. Turning to the pledges, you let them be seated. "Alright dumbasses, let's get down to business," you announced.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #frat!rhett #frat!rhett abbott #frat!rhett abbott x reader #outer range

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meroaw · 8 months

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gamma con unfortunately was a bust (i didnt even break even), i wont be attending next year due to poor management and treatment of artists. not really sure whats going on with cons lately, but paying $300-600AUD for a table to be treated like we're nothing is really starting to get to me. its soo expensive!! and id like to AT LEAST make my money back minimum OTL

#meroaw rambles #meroaw talks #non art posts

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aita-blorbos · 12 days

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Aita for making a reference to Bruce Banner's megalithic gamma shlong?

I, (3M) was discussing how tight and linked up me and a robotic friend of mine (??M) are with a colleague (15F). In order to demonstrate just how tight we are, I compared us to The Incredible Hulk's pants (my friend) and his monstrous package yearning to bust loose (myself). However, it seems I miscalculated the probability of this female colleague not wanting to discuss what Bruce is packing. She was grossed out. She stated that the probability of her not wanting to discuss it was at one hundred percent! That statement caused some of my circuits to explode! She didn't seem to really mind, though, simply moving on. Which is fine of course, but I would rather not have my flesh original accuse me of being weird. After all, I was helping her. And I am merely three years old. And a pair of glasses.

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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lesbian-dp · 2 years

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Thigh Mega Tampon

Kinktober 2022

Day Sixteen

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 1,954

Warnings: Drunk sex, dirty dancing, one night stand, strangers, outdoor sex, table sex, almost getting caught, shotgunning, underage drinking, smoking weed (duh), clumsy sex, spit, packing ruined orgasm

Request: No.

Summary: You thought the party was a bust... until it ended.

A/N: This one was kinda hard to do, ngl.

Ko-Fi

Commissions

(Not my pics)

18+ ONLY

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"Whoo! Kappa Beta Gamma, forever!"

You cringed at the drunken scream of the large, blonde man. Watching as the cheap beer sloshed out of his red cup, splashing across the floor and soaking into his white shirt.

"God, I can't believe I'm here."

A chuckle from your side, "You were the one who suggested coming to this thing."

"Yeah, because I wanted to find someone to hook up with. Not to be surrounded by drunken frat boys."

"Gee, thanks," Wanda sassed humouredly.

You scoffed at the brunette, "Don't act like you're not here for the same thing."

"Only if I find someone who takes my interest," Wanda tried, raising her nose into the air, peering away from you.

The chuckle that bubbled from your chest couldn't be controlled, shaking your head at your friend. Before you followed her line of sight, only to find a college student drinking and conversing with his friends.

"Ah, seems you've already found someone already," you noted with a nod, "You really are picky, aren't you, Wands?"

Your reply was a swift jab into your ribs with her elbow, huffing as you watched her walk away towards the blonde man.

"And then there was one."

With a sigh, and your hands on your hips, you surveyed the bouncing frat house. Spotting partygoers dancing, playing beer pong, practically having sex in every corner, pounding drinks and shots in the kitchen. And some, even taking their escapades up the staircase, heading towards the many bedrooms.

Deciding you needed a drink to get through this, you made your way into the kitchen filled with bottles of liquor lining the counters.

"You wanna pour me one of those too?" a husky voice came from behind you, making your brows raize and peer over your shoulder.

With that one look, you already had your sights set on her. Hoping to take her home later that night.

With her fiery red hair, piercing green eyes, and full lips.

What could you say? You were a sucker for a pretty girl.

You raised the vodka for her to see, lightly shaking it side-to-side. You asked, "You want it mixed with anything?"

"No."

Your eyes glanced the girl up and down, evaluating if she could take straight vodka or not, especially with her short size. Which she picked up on. Easily. Ticking a brow at you, daring you to speak your judgements.

"You sure?"

"I'm Russian," she replied with a hand on her hip, "I can handle straight vodka. I was drinking it while you were still drinking apple juice."

"Your poor liver," you said dryly, pouring some vodka into a red cup before handing it off to her.

The red-head shrugged, slowly drawing the alcohol to her lips as she spoke, "It mainly just gave me a high tolerance." She then threw you a wink. "See you later, sugar."

You licked your lips as you watched her walk from the room, heading straight to where college students were dancing close together, and the bass-filled dance music shook the room.

Almost as if she could feel your eyes on her, she looked over her shoulder, sending you a smirk, before she quickly moved to dance with her friends.

With that look in her eye and the smirk pulling against her lips, you gathered that she was interested in you too.

Hours dwindled by, and you proceeded to get drunker and drunker. A buzzing filled your body, along with a clouded mind.

You had found your way back to the red-head, who you had poured a drink for, hands pressed to each other's bodies as you danced close together, drink in hand, further inhibiting your senses, as the woman only intoxicated you further.

The bouncing music could be felt in your bones, her chest pressed against yours, arms thrown over your shoulders, drink hanging loosely at your back, her free hand threaded into your hair.

No words had to be spoken between the two of you. Like magnets drawn to one another, you were slowly pulled towards the red-heads lips.

Sadly, her friends pulled her away before your lips ever met hers, dragging her away to talk to a group of guys while she peered over her shoulder towards you, lips formed into a frown, silently apologising to you.

You couldn't believe how hard you were getting cockblocked.

With a shake of your head, you decided to refill your drink, hoping to quench your thirst for the red-head with more alcohol.

Hours later, the party was dwindling down in the early morning hours.

You hadn't seen the captivating woman you had hoped to take home that night since her friends had stolen her away from you.

Wanda had gone back to the blonde's apartment, wishing you luck on your own escapades.

The air was chilly, and the sky dark. A light breeze, cutting through those outside, you being one of them. Dressed in only a T-shirt and jeans, you were able to withstand the cold biting air. Blowing out puffs of sweet, earthy-smelling smoke, looking like fog surrounding the darkened trees, before disappearing.

"You're still here?" It was more of a statement than a question.

Looking up and to the side, you found Natasha watching you with a small smile on her face.

Throwing her one back, you asked, "And so are you. Should I be worried that your friends will come by and sweep you away again?" you finished, taking another drag of your joint.

"No." The red-head chuckled, shaking her head as she moved to sit down beside you. "They've all gone home or to guys' places."

"And they left you all alone."

"You're alone, too."

"Touche," you chuckled, "Why'd they drag you off anyway?"

"They were trying to set me up with a guy who's had a crush on me for years."

"And you don't like him back?"

"He's not my type."

With the way the red-head looked at you, it felt like her green eyes were staring deep into your soul, warming you up in the cold night. Her shoulder leaned into yours, telling you all that you needed to know.

Sending her a smile, you offered her the joint.

"I've never smoked weed before," she uttered almost bashfully.

"But you've been drinking vodka for how long?" you joked.

She rolled her eyes, "Shut up."

"Come 'ere." You motioned her towards you, gesturing for her to turn towards you. Pulling the joint from your lips, taking another drag. "Open your mouth."

When she did, you held onto her jaw, pulling her closer to you so that her lips brushed against yours. Automatically, she inhaled the smoke you blew out for her, pupils blowing wide with how intimate and seductive the action was.

"Will that even work?" she asked, blinking heavily.

"How about I keep doing it, and we can see?"

The red-head solidified your suggestion with the kiss that you were both desperate for on the makeshift dancefloor, tasting the weed on your lips, more so on your tongue.

She wasn't high, not really, but she was drunk. Not so much that she was swaying and wouldn't be able to remember anything the next day. You were in the same position, only with the added fuzziness that the marijuana had given you.

The partygoers had been playing beer pong outside hours before, when the part was still buzzing, and there weren't people passed out around the large frat house. The only people awake and still present were the ones busy cleaning up some, and the two pressed against the beer pong table around the scattered plastic cups on the ground.

The red-head panted against your lips as you pressed her into the table, her legs wrapped around your waist, holding you close as you rutted into her. Shirt pushed up, bundled just under her full breasts. The hot, taught skin of her abdomen reviling in the cold air.

You peppered kisses down the side of her neck, humming into her skin, sending vibrations through her body. Causing her back to arch, pushing her chest into you, hips grinding into you further.

"You're so fucking hot," you spoke into her neck, "The minute I saw you, I knew that I wanted you." A heavy kiss to her full lips. "You're fuckin' captivating."

"I felt the exact same way," she uttered, holding your cheeks between her palms, pulling your lips with every kiss, "You were stupidly hot pouring those drinks. I wanted to jump you right then and there. Take one of those rooms up for the night."

"I would have let you."

She giggled as you began unbuttoning her black jeans, which she quickly helped you tug them from her body, along with her underwear. Leaving her fully naked from the waist down.

Leaning down, you spit a great glob of saliva against the red-head's clit, rubbing two of your fingers against the nub as she whimpered before you quickly thrust into her.

The table rocked and creaked underneath as you pounded her into the hardwood. Strap, slipping and sliding within her, her wetness making it pop out and land on her clit, thrusting into it a few times before you stuffed her full once more.

The red-head's legs were thrown over your shoulders, calfs resting on them, the girl bracing herself against her forearms, pushing herself up to meet you in passion-filled kisses, separated only by gasps and whispers of pleasure.

You couldn't help but scatter kisses across her bare chest. Shirt hiked up high above her breasts, cups of her bra pulled down under them. Taking a nipple into your mouth, you sucked against the sensitive flesh, making the woman groan into the early morning air.

Feeling the sharp tug against the back of your hair, you removed your lips from her tit with a pop, peering up at the red-head, letting her pull you into another hot and heavy kiss.

"Oh, holy shit," she whined against your lips, rearing down against each of your thrusts, one arm bracing herself behind her, as the other still held onto the back of your head, "I'm so fuckin' close. I'm gonna come- Please make me come."

You smirked against her plump lips, hips speeding up to do as she wished. Until that lust-filled haze was lifted and instead was replaced with cold panic, as far-off voices could be heard nearing the backyard.

The red-head's eyes matched yours, blowing wide with fear of possibly getting caught in the next few seconds.

Quicker than you ever imagined, you pulled your clothes back on. Well, yours was easy to solve. All you had to do was shove your strap back into your pants and pull them back up your thighs.

However, the woman you had the pleasure of fucking had a much bigger task. She pulled her bra up and tugged her shirt back down, that was easy enough. She chose to skip the underwear altogether and instead jump straight into her jeans. Her red panties being shoved into your hands, she quickly grabbed her discarded shoes, and you both ran from the garden just as the students rounded the opposite side of the frat house.

You had the girl pressed up against the white slats of the building, giggling into each others skin at the close call.

"I'm Y/N, by the way," you panted against her chest.

The red-head giggled into the sky, slowly turning into lighter shades of blue, as the sun rose over the college town.

"I'm Natasha."

"Well, Natasha." You removed yourself from her, hazily grinning up at the beautiful woman. "Do you wanna come back to my place so we can finish this off?"

Her sultry smile was the only answer you needed.

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zeldonovan · 2 years

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planned obsolescence !!!!!!!

[id: a drawing of penelope video from blaseball short circuits, a marble statue person with a broken left arm and an old tv head, drawn from the bust up in a blue palette. one of their output ports is connected to a bright pink cable, leading up and out of frame, while their screen shows three static modification symbols, one centered and two cut off. "gamma" is written vertically beside them. /end id]

#HI im sleepytired and had not the best day so :} penny ddoodle #ALTERNATIVELT TITLED ELECTRIC ANGEL 4 PGR REASONS;;; BUT THIS ONE IS ALSO COOL #blaseball #furious fists #penelope video #atlantis georgias

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murfeelee · 1 year

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IWTV 2022 INSP Pt5: A Vile Hunger for Your Hammering Heart Pt1

Louis [narrating]: Claudia's night rambles had exposed us.... There would be no Roaring Twenties for us. We would be underground for 7 years. Emotionally, I was vacant... As the Great Depression set in on the nation, I barricaded myself within the dilapidating walls of 1132 Rue Royale, educating myself from Lestat's library, ignoring all other duties of the role Claudia once mocked me for: the unhappy housewife.... Lestat: “You draw me into your gloom! I sit here thinking, 'Light yourself on fire, see if he would notice!'" Louis: "It's your fault she's gone. If you hadn't pushed her, if you hadn't--” Lestat: “’Claudia...Claudia...Claudia!’ I cannot listen to this insanity about Claudia one more time! ...I am the one who is presently standing in front of you. And unlike Claudia, I am a full-blooded adult, with all the right...appendages. So, if my considerable considerables continue to be squandered...” Louis: ....

-- Interview with the Vampire (AMC 2022, S01E05)

MY THOUGHTS & CC CREDITS

MY THOUGHTS

I felt so bad for Louis. Lestat sniffing around Louis for sex whenever Lestat wasn’t philandering with his sidechick, meanwhile all Louis wanted was his daughter to come back home.

But I don’t blame Claudia for leaving them behind in that toxic AF house, so she could live her own life. Louis was never gonna leave Lestat, regardless of their marriage being a bust and his daughter running away from home, and Lestat didn’t want Claudia around anyway, he just used her as a babytrap. What a mess. U_U

On a lighter note, give it up for the MVP of Episode 5: the raccoon! 😍

CC CREDITS

- Lestat robe, tank top & pants in gamma by me

- Lestat suit at TS3 Store

- Louis PJs by EA, afro by Glorianasims (gender-conversion by me)

- Pet raccoon at MTS

- Poses X X X (IMHO website not loading for me, and I’m lazy)

#sims 3 loustat #loustat #interview with the vampire #sims 3 vintage #Sims 3 pets #sims 3 gameplay

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polniaczek · 2 months

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THE FACTS OF LIFE (1979–1988) | 5.03 “Gamma Gamma or Bust”

#the facts of life #facts of life #tfoledit #jo x blair #jo polniaczek #blair warner #edna garrett #lisa whelchel #nancy mckeon #gamma gamma or bust #tvedit #mine #completely unprompted...#and for what reason I ask you #what is jo supposed to say to that #what is the expected reaction

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alexthefly · 1 year

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Hi! Thankyou so much for the ask @amistrio! I might divide these into two posts if that's okay?

Gamma Crisis

This came about from a challenging myself to whump the one person that nobody dares whump. But because I'm a chicken who lacks discipline, it turned into a silly little sickfic instead. Still, I'm planning to include a little bit of angst further in, if I ever get that far.

It's the protocol they all dreaded. Protocol Gamma. Grandma's sick.

As the elevator doors opened onto the main living area John was greeted by the most delicious smell.

It was a bad sign.

“Alan!”

His youngest brother started and almost dropped the bowl of steaming hot water he’d been concentrating so hard on carrying.

“John! Glad you made it. We weren’t sure if-”

“Of course I was going to come down. This is important.” He motioned to the bowl. “Want me to take that?”

“Nah, best not. It’s hot and you’re clumsy.”

John shot him a look, but held his tongue. There would be time for brother-dragging later.

“So is it-?”

Alan’s brow furrowed.

“Yep. Full-on flu.”

Dammit.

He’d been afraid of this, ever since Gordon came home from London with a temperature last week. He’d shaken it off pretty quickly (good thing too; he was a terrible patient) and the rest of them had managed to avoid getting too close, but Grandma was never one to let an infection risk get in the way of her Hippocratic oath.

“Is Scott on soup duty?” John asked, purposely turning his wayward thoughts towards the practical as another waft of deliciousness found his nose.

A shake of the head. “Virgil. Scott was flapping, so Virg took over and sent him to run inventory in the med bay instead.”

Med bay?

“It’s not that serious, is it?”

“Nah, he’s just being thorough. He’s got Gordon checking for extra blankets too.”

It sounded like Virgil was in full field marshall mode.

Scott might not be the only one guilty of flapping…

“Okay, I’ll head down there first and give him a hand. Are you sure I can’t carry that for you?”

“Nah, I’m good,” he replied. “You could get the door for me though.”

John pressed the button to summon the elevator, which opened immediately, and reached through to make sure the door couldn’t close...

…Which was unfortunately exactly when gravity decided to bite him in the ass. Hit with a sudden wave of vertigo, he found himself stumbling sideways just as Alan was stepping through. Elbow clashed with elbow, and steaming water sloshed out onto the floor and all down Alan’s shirt.

“Ow, hot!”

“Oh god, Al, are you al-”

Alan shook his head quickly. “Don’t panic, it’s not hot enough to scald. I’d probably better go get cleaned up though.” He nodded his head towards one shoulder, on which he was carrying a small towel. “Could you grab that please? I’ll get another one upstairs.”

Understanding, John took the towel and laid it over the puddle of water.

“Thanks,” said Alan, “I’ll come back for that once I’ve delivered this.” He cocked his head as something occurred to him. “Uh, John? Exactly how quickly did you come down?”

Uh-oh. Busted.

“What do you mean, exactly?”

Alan gave him a look that was so Scott it was scary. John pursed his lips and considered his words carefully.

“Fast enough to reflect the seriousness of the situation,” he hedged. “Not so fast as to be actually dangerous.”

Alan snorted and held the look, but John didn’t back down. After a few seconds of impromptu staring contest, Alan conceded.

“Fine, but if the others find out, I know nothing.”

John’s lip twitched. “Always.”

“Rude. Just take it easy and stay away from anything breakable, okay? We’ve got enough going on already.”

#wip ask game #alex answers #thunderbirds are go fanfic #thunderbirds are go #alexthefly fic

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mahoutoons · 1 year

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one thing i dislike about sonic frontiers is that while tails and knuckles have recounts of their adventures in previous games, amy.... doesn't. it gives the impression that her deeds aren't as impressive or worth mentioning when that's far from true. she had an impact on various characters (ex. shadow and gamma), helped bust sonic out of prison, helped cream and big find their friends, helped reunite a bird with its family and single handedly took on the robot that was stalking her and even kidnapped her all because it hurt said bird. people forget how she basically SAVED THE ENTIRE WORLD by reminding shadow of his true promise in adventure 2. yet it isn't recounted like tails and knuckles previous adventures. it was probably due to time constraints but still... she played a very important part in the adventure games and it would be nice to acknowledge that.

#am i being a biased amy stan again?#probably #sonic the hedgehog #sonic frontiers #sonic frontiers spoilers #amy rose #rebecca talks

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woolmasterleel · 9 months

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God I have so many characters to design/redesign

To redesign I have:

Ophiocordyceps Demiascareous

Pea

Red Moon Medlodaunious

Laycie

Yugami (some pretty minor stuff for him- mostly a wardrobe change)

Mirror (same as Yugami, also want to make it more obvious that he's made of stone)

Mirror's LAE form (I don't think I like him bald...)

Rukka Vincent

Avkiran Opal

Magyrah Valizor

Lavanya Valizor

Akyrah Valizor

And to design I have (oh god):

Pandora's human form (I drew a bust but I have yet to design the rest of her)

Romirr Kagami

Abacus Linae

Indeterminate Fate

Nemesis Pandora

Lavanya's Rapid Corpus mutation

Alice (both her younger form and her demon form from later on in the story)

Charlotte Synthaelda/ Motherboard

Evzen Roiyatsu

Laycie's angel form (I'm leaning towards some ox-themed design, perhaps.. I don't want her to look too feminine)

Atomus Cogitonis (+ "deity" form)

Evelyn Cogitonis (+ "deity" form)

Eregarde Cogitonis (+ Pseudo-Human cell infection form)

Allllllll the variants for the Pseudo Humans (which I guess isn't a character but a species, so I may leave these for when I go to plan out Limbo Altered Entities)

Reflections of Mirror (Alpha, Beta, Gamma Delta- they all have minor difference representing their combat habits)

Reflection of Romirr

Truth of His World

Mirror-infected Pseudo-Humans (again, more of a species rather than a singular character)

Monarchy of Hearts

Eclipse

Needle and Thread

Love Story

I. Have no idea where I'll start... Probably Love Story because oh goodness I am so excited about them. But after that? Who knows

#oc #thoughts with leel #Posting my thoughts because I can do that here

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attiredpan · 1 year

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Going through and loooking at some of my concepts about Nog As A Captain™️ and I go back and forth about all.

First is in relation to stationing/ship and the alike because I have three different location concepts:

One is the Enterprise, because it’s the freaking Enterprise and it’s iconic and it would be awesome and so well deserved.

Two is an absolute Jerry Rig of ship that is being held together with duck tape and a whole lotta hope that what O’Brien taught him stuck.

Third is he gets sent back to DS9 in a similar manner to Sisko (albeit with more on the note of the douchy Starfleet higher-ups just kinda not wanting to deal with him at the moment and minus the ascension to godhood)

Second is Canon Characters vs Original Characters that are present:

Obviously his family and Jake are there consistently for all three settings, but with the DS9 stationing I kinda go back and forth about pulling certain characters from the moth balls. Kira’s definitely there, Bashir, Ezri, Morn, etc, etc. I go back and forth about when Dukat starts showing up because that would also incur Sisko show up.

That point is also the same with Amy for another multitude of reasons. Because a) this would incur certain relatives showing up and b) the question of ‘what is all these years later, they find her brother somewhere nearby? Or while visiting somewhere else? Or checking out an anomaly?’ But for the most part, I enjoy adding her in because of the humorous plot lines of the newbie crew trying to figure out if she and Nog are together or not while the older crew watches in bemusement. And she’d be adopting the newbie crew cause they’d all be babies.

Third is cliches

There’s always gonna be certain cliches in Star Trek shows(ex. O’Brien Must Suffer, Kirks Shirt Curse, etc) so what sort of cliches could be applied here?

Im hard set on the Kirks Curse, a)considering we haven’t had it for three captains timeline wise of this. B) because it’s iconic and it can be addressed as the nuisance and weird consistency that it is. Same goes for the suffering that seems to befall every engineer ever.

And lastly is: What Is The Plot?

Something that very much is based on the environment they’re in. With DS9, it could follow a line of ‘what has happened while we were away?What has changed and what has stayed the same? What has happened to our beloved characters and station in our absence? How has it grown and changed with the times?’

And with the starship concepts, I feel like it might be a similar episodic adventure storyline with major villains and minor villains alike while exploring the uncharted. But always an air of looking over your shoulder because it’s the Gamma Quadrant. Last time we were dealing with this place, there was the feeling of the constant threat of being blown to bits. Same goes for if they were sent to the Delta Quadrant.

TL;DR, I have been busting my last braincell because of dreams and ideas I’ve been having

#this is just rambling #star trek #star trek ds9 #deep space nine #ds9 #star trek oc #Captain Nog #nog ds9 #jake sisko #oc | amelia hayes #benjamin sisko #kira nerys #ezri dax #julian bashir #rom ds9 #quark ds9 #ishka ds9 #there’d be so much adoption of the crew it’s not even funny #pan shut up

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jungle-angel · 2 months

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The One With The Sex Manual: Part 2 (Frat!Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: Rhett's Kamasutra 101 lessons continue

Warnings: Hilariously filthy and depraved sexual acts, smut, references to sexual intercourse, frat boy weirdness etc. See Urban Dictionary for details (lol).

Tagging: @floydsmuse @callmemana @attapullman @sebsxphia

"Alright, so seeing yas ya'll have been studying this chapter thoroughly," Rhett said to the new pledges. "Lets get back into it. Kelso, what position is chapter two, section eight?"

"Camel ride," Danny Kelso answered.

"And how is this performed?" Ravi Sharma queried, trying so hard not to snicker as he scratched it off on the chalkboard.

"Receiving partner lies on his/her side with the uppermost leg forward. The penetrating partner kneels astride the receiver's lowermost leg, thus gaining access to either vagina or ass. Good for pregnancy, or for overweight partners. Experiment, as one side usually gives better alignment than the other for any given pairing," Danny explained.

"EXCELLENT!" Rhett exclaimed. "Ten points to Gryffindor!"

"Um.....Professor Abbott?" Stephen Rodriguez said, raising his hand. "What's the Montana Mating Press?"

"I put that one in there," Ravi chuckled. "That's where ya'll make a giant pillow mountain and then fuck your partner stupid in the mating press position while ya'll pray that you don't fall off the bed."

"You've tried this?" Rhett laughed.

"Dude, my people fucking INVENTED the sex manual," Ravi pointed out.

"What's the Screwnicorn?" Joey Castro enquired.

"Ah, Joey, I'm glad ya'll asked," Rhett chuckled. "That's where two partners are crawlin around on all fours with a strap-on tied to their heads, tryin to penetrate each other. That act can be found in the sex manuals of the Phi Gamma Kappa sorority, as it was often performed by drunken sorority sisters."

You had been sitting in the corner, trying to hide your laughter while the pledges busted out laughing, all of them going completely red in the face as Rhett and the others kept going into all the filthy details. They hadn't been wrong. Many a time, you yourself had been witness to The Screwnicorn in the hallways of the Phi Gamma house during a rager.

"Wait, Tony Danza is a sex position?" Flounder asked.

"Yeah that one we don't do," Rhett told him. "If it involves donkey punching your partner, don't do it unless they're a real asshole."

"Ok so that means we skip over Hot Donkey?"

"YES!!!!!!" Rhett told him, his eyes going wide as he gave a fervent nod.

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. You knew that in a house full of men, there would be sexual depravity, but this was ludicrously funny.

"Alright class is dismissed for the day," Rhett told them. "Make sure next time ya'll bring your manuals and we'll continue. Professor Sharma, Professor Andreola and Professor Dutton will be joining us so make sure ya'll are prepared."

As soon as the pledges had left the room, you wrapped your arms around Rhett's waist, kissing his shoulder hidden beneath the fabric of his blue button-down while a teasing finger found its way into the beltloop of his jeans.

"Ya know," you said. "We've got an extra two days off before the start of spring break."

You could hear the eager, needy purr in his throat as you rubbed his belly a little.

"I'll take that as a yes," you chuckled.

"My room.....five minutes, we'll have the whole afternoon to ourselves," he groaned as he pulled you around and buried his face in your neck, tickling you with his soft, smooth, freshly shaved cheeks.

And you gladly obliged.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #frat!rhett #frat!rhett abbott #frat!rhett abbott x reader #outer range

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