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hopefulstarfire · 1 year

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Shieldshipping for the OTP ask meme? (As many questions as you want.)

I'm feeling a little silly and goofy so let's go with all of them. I will be putting a read more up here too bc these are gonna be long lmfao. Thank you for the ask!!!!

1. Who wakes up first?

Maddox does for work, though Rishid's usually not far behind him. If it's a day off for Maddox though, he is sleeping in.

2. Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

Maddox.

3. Who takes longer getting ready?

Probably Rishid, just because he likes to take his time enjoying his morning and enjoying the peace and quiet before he gets downstairs.

4. When they can’t sleep, what do they do?

They both usually stay cuddling, though Rishid likes to read his books and Maddox will have his earbuds in watching B99, the Office, Always Sunny or any of Gordon Ramsey's shows. He likes getting to look over and see Rishid's little expressions over certain scenes in his book, and Rishid always enjoys hearing Maddox's quiet little mumbling commentary.

5. Who falls asleep while watching a movie?

They both do at this point. If they go to watch a movie together after they put the girls to bed, they're both just out like a light on the couch halfway in.

6. Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile?

RISHID.

7. Who comes up with the cheesy pick-up lines?

Maddox. He pulls them up on his phone and will go to wherever Rishid is in the house with a shit eating grin and wrap his arms around him and ask him. Or he'll text them to him throughout the day.

8. Who gets extremely competitive playing Mario Kart?

Maddox. But it's never if he's playing with Rishid and the twins. He enjoys his quality family time. It's when he's playing with like Kat or Marik or some of the others. Because they antagonize him, especially Marik, and he's tired of getting blue shelled consistently.

9. Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling?

Maddox.

10. Who sets the other’s ringtone to something loud and obnoxious behind their back?

It's not really their style at all.

It's Marik who does that to them.

11. Who rearranges the bookshelf/DVD shelf in alphabetical order?

Rishid. I think there's one day he and Maddox are cleaning the house together and he just decides that's more efficient to have it that way and looks nicer.

12. Who does the hands-over-the-eyes “Guess Who” thing?

Maddox, though it's a little while into the relationship. Mostly because he does not want to sneak up on Rishid and scare the shit out of him early on.

13. Who points out a dog when they see one?

Their daughters, like, before even Maddox can. They spot the dogs and Maddox is immediately like where--

14. Who’s prone to road rage?

I don't think either of them really get road rage. Rishid's pretty chill and Maddox usually is too. But if something irks him he's going to start grumbling.

15. Who’s prone to wearing socks indoor (or to sleep)?

Rishid for indoors and sleeping. Maddox is also indoors but he refuses to sleep in socks.

16. Who reminds the other to put on sunscreen before going to the beach (or pool)?

Rishid. He always has it for Maddox, but especially for the girls because he knows they got the paler complexion and he's worried they'll get really burnt.

17. Who carries all the important documents while traveling?

They both do. They actually do an itemized checklist together to make sure they have everything when it comes to not just the documents, but literally everything else.

18. Who gets the window seat?

Rishid. Maddox knows how much he enjoys getting to look out at the world below and all of nature and the sky in its glory.

19. Who puts their cold hands/feet on the other?

Maddox does, unintentionally, in his sleep.

20. What do they argue about the most?

They're not much of a couple to argue, but Maddox does fret a little because Rishid will lay his life on the line to protect everyone and self sacrifice a lot and Maddox just wants to make sure that he's happy and loved and also not being completely stubborn because sir you were struck with lightning once already let's keep that from happening again.

21. Who’s clumsier?

They're both decently graceful.

22. Who texts more often?

Probably Maddox and it's because he's sending Rishid memes while he's at work and Rishid's like "habibi you have tasks to focus on" "eh, my tech runs itself, look at this funny dog video".

23. Who is better with kids?

They're both equally great with kids and it's one of the things that drew them to each other; Maddox saw how great Rishid was with the twins and Rishid saw him as this amazing father and how much love he had.

24. Who’s the better cook?

I think Maddox just slightly because cooking is his great passion, but there are definitely recipes that Rishid's a lot better at. Rishid also is the person that fines the best fresh groceries and it's definitely helped improve Maddox's recipes tenfold.

25. Who mistakes salt for sugar?

They both have once or twice, mainly when they were really tired.

26. Who puts the fork in the microwave?

Neither of them.

27. Who cooks at 2 in the morning?

Probably Maddox.

28. Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1 a.m.?

Neither. I think they'd both feel so bad if they woke everyone in the house up.

29. Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies?

Maddox. If Rishid's making them though, he gives the spoon and batters to the girl.

30. Who likes doing the dishes?

Rishid likes to do them if Maddox cooked and Maddox likes to do them if Rishid cooked.

31. Who has bigger cravings? What are they?

Rishid makes this mouth wateringly good lentil soup and Maddox will get these big cravings for it, especially when he's sick.

32. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

Rishid. He's very observant and always keeps notes of what everyone likes and goes for and what they dislike. It also makes it a lot easier when the twins are sitting there like "ummmmmm....hmmm...."

33. How do they eat ice cream? What’s their favorite flavors?

Maddox absolutely loves ice cream sandwiches, they're his main goal to, but he likes butter pecan cones and the brownie batter blizzards from Dairy Queen.

Rishid I think really likes strawberry ice cream cups, he'd rather that than a cone.

34. Do they go on dates? What are they like?

They go on dates fairly often. They go on dates to the park with the girls, out to eat, to the library or even out to their backyard to do some stargazing with each other. There's some Botanical gardens outside of Domino that they really enjoy too. Literally anything they can do that's going to be nice quality time with each other is a date for them.

35. What do they smell when they smell amortentia?

I have apparently blocked Harry Potter so much out of my subconscious I had to look this up and I originally thought "is that food? Is this like the cilantro thing?"

Rishid would probably smell like fresh blankets right out of the dryer, spaghetti being cooked and the smell of Maddoxs cologne. Maddox would probably snell Rishids lentil soup, campfire and the shampoo his man's uses.

36. Which one is the secret snuggler?

No one expected Rishid to be a fucking cuddle fiend but this man is touch starved and just wants to hold Maddox close to him and enjoy his presence and let his guard down for a while.

37. Which one offers their jacket to the other when they complain they feel cold?

Maddox is. Rishid acts like he's not cold and that he wore enough layers but Maddox will catch him very subtly shivering and he's like "babe babe take this take this it's okay I'm a furnace I will be fine."

38. Who reaches for the other one’s hand while driving?

RISHID. If Maddoxs hands are off the steering wheel for any reason it is solely to steal some of his daughters fries from Burger World for the Dad tax. Because otherwise his father would beat his ass.

39. Who leaves little notes in the other one’s lunch? (Bonus: What does it say?)

Rishid and the girls do it for Maddoxs lunches for work all the time and they usually have the girls drawings and it's the cutest thing for him. Usually they're little encouragements like "have the best day ever" or "We love you very much" and they're so cute Maddox about tears up every time.

40. Who is the most affectionate?

They both are, but I think Maddox was the most affectionate at first, until Rishid felt like he could initiate it more. They both love doing forehead touches and finding each others hands to hold in any situation. They're very huggy too and Maddox isn't afraid to just fucking dip kiss him in public tbh.

41. Who is the big spoon/little spoon?

They will swap every now and again, but Maddox enjoys being the big spoon and having Rishid as the little spoon. But Rishid enjoys both acts, but, if he's having a rough night, he wants to hold Maddox and feel like he's got him and can protect him.

42. What is their favorite feature of their partner?

For Rishid, it's Maddoxs arms. They always feel like home and are warm and welcoming. He feels his best and his dafest being held and holding him. He also loves all of Maddoxs tattoos and tracing his fingers along them when they're cuddling; each tell a story that's so uniquely Maddox.

For Maddox, it's Rishids eyes. They're both very much like a cats but also they look like a couple of different gemstones. He loves seeing how they light up when he gets excited and how they soften so much when the girls come running up to their Abi.

43. What is the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

When they both realize they have feelings for each other (for Maddox, it's more like he realized "ohhhh these are even deeper than I thought FUCK") it's very much a thing of they're trying to play it so casually with each other while screaming internally because neither of them know if they should admit they have feelings or not.

When they do confess, the first thing that changes is that they start slowly but surely being more physically affectionate.

44. What are their nicknames for each other?

Maddox tends to stick with babe, Rishid calls him habibi.

45. Who worries the most? Over what?

They both worry an equal amount namely as like. The big brother's of their group constantly in charge of making sure nobody fucking dies and also they're the parents of twins. They worry all the time 😂. Also look at their fucked up lives it's normal.

46. Who initiates kisses?

Typically it's Maddox, but he always gets super excited when it's Rishid and flustered.

47. Who says I love you first? How did it happen?

Maddox and it's because it slips out talking to Rishid about how much he cares about him and means to him and it slips out so naturally and they're both just staring at each other like Oh my God that just got said oh fuck.

48. Who tells their friends/family about their relationship first?

Rishid. He mostly wants to make sure his brother and sister approve and they're just happy that he's choosing happiness for himself. He wanted their blessing because his siblings mean everything to him.

50. Who gets overwhelmed by small acts of kindness?

49. What do they do when they’re away from each other?

I think they're pretty self sufficient and try and focus on tasks they need to get done or just their leisure time or hanging out with the others! But they make sure to call each other every night and say good night and I love you.

Probably Rishid and it's because he's not used to it bc Trauma.

#shieldshipping #rishid ishtar #odion ishtar #maddox griffin #yugioh #ygo #yugioh ocs #ygo ocs #yugioh oc #ygo oc #oc x canon

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Here we are! I found an ending :D ::bounces excitedly:: Around 30,500 words, this is my longest Fandomversary ficlet ever and my third longest Thunderbirds fic. It took exactly a month to write 18 July - 18 August 2020 :D

For @soniabigcheese with her prompt Gordon and Bedlam. ::grin:: I’m not guaranteeing any of the other fics will or won’t end up like this :D I’m not in control here.

Many thanks to @scribbles97 for reading this bit (which is the biggest of them all at 3600 words) and for the inspiration at various points ::hugs you::

Thank all of Thunderfam for all your support with this fic. You have been absolutely amazing. I really hope the ending is satisfactory. Thank you for all your likes, comments and emotional support. I couldn’t do any of this without you guys.

Warnings: language

Enjoy!

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Title: Reactions

Author: Gumnut

18 Jul – 18 Aug 2020

Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS

Rating: Teen

Summary: Virgil and Gordon get into a bar fight which has many more consequences than anyone expected.

Word count: ~30,500

Spoilers & warnings: language

Timeline: Season Two, shortly after ‘Impact’

Author's note: Nutty's Fandomversary 2020 Fic Three. For @soniabigcheese who asked for Gordon and Bedlam. This one has gotten out of control and is much bigger than intended.

Many thanks to @onereyofstarlight , @scribbles97 for the reading and cheerleading and to @tsarinatorment for poking me from time to time and pointing me in directions I need to go ::hugs::

Disclaimer: Mine? You've got to be kidding. Money? Don't have any, don't bother.

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Bit 20

“What the hell were you thinking?” It was a hissed whisper and something beneath his hands moved.

“Shhhhh! You’ll wake him up and then we’ll both be dead.” That was Alan.

Virgil frowned.

“You know I prefer celery.”

“Well, that’s all they had.”

Gordon grumbled, something about pumpkin. “Thanks, bro.”

There was silence for a moment and Virgil drifted again, too comfortable to care.

‘They were both honourable men. The blond one, Gordon? He stepped in when this guy just got in my face. I was just sitting down for a drink between classes and that guy wandered over and started hitting on me. I just wanted a quiet moment.’ A cleared throat. ‘If Gordon hadn’t been there, I don’t know what I would have done. But then they were all fighting and I got scared, you know? If I had known it would start everything it did, I would have come to you sooner. But I didn’t and then it was worldwide news and...I’m sorry...I was scared, okay?’

Virgil frowned. He was warm and his brain foggy. He just wanted to sleep.

‘The facts that have recently come to light regarding the world government’s conduct have had dire consequences for certain leaders and, in particular, the leadership of the GDF. One thousand and seventy-nine people were aboard the failing launch platform and no GDF assistance was sent. If it wasn’t for the persistence of International Rescue, it is highly likely that the craft would have gone down with all aboard.’ And then Gordon was yelling at the top of his lungs. ‘RETURN TO YOUR POD SO WE CAN SAVE YOUR FUCKING LIFE!!’

That threw Virgil out of whatever slumber he was entangled in. “Gordon!”

He found himself on his belly in a bed. Foreign smells identified the bed as one belonging to a hospital. Hospital?

A hand landed on his shoulder. Soft words. “Hey, hey, Virgil. Shhh, you’ll wake him up.”

Scott? Huh? He rolled over, tangling in a blanket. He was fully dressed apart from his boots. What the?

“You fell asleep in a chair.” His brother, dressed in a suit, waved a hand at the seat he was sitting in. “John and I moved you to a bed so you would be more comfortable.”

Virgil blinked vaguely, but he only had eyes for the occupant in the other bed. Gordon was sleeping peacefully despite the news hologram hovering above his legs. Various scenes from the launch platform flickered on and off, the voiceover loud enough to be heard, but not to intrude. He watched film of his own ‘bird darting about. Scott and Gordon tackling the crowd.

Words fell from his mouth. “What’s going on?”

Scott had a shit eating grin on his face. “John did some filming.”

“He did what?”

“Highjacked a few of those journalists’ holocams and gave them the footage of the century.”

Virgil blinked at shots of himself catching Gordon as he fell. Every angle was available. The cameras panning as he checked his brother’s vitals, called his ‘bird closer and lowered a basket stretcher.

He swallowed at how much the expression on his face gave away when Gordon didn’t respond.

Scott hovered, caught between commander and brother.

When Virgil secured Gordon and began to draw himself and his brother into Two, one of the remaining crowd yelled out yet another demand to be taken aboard the Thunderbird.

The camera zoomed in on Scott’s face. His voice was ice cold.

“Return to your pod. This platform will be evacuated in ten minutes whether you are secure or not. This is your last warning.” As Thunderbird Two peeled away to a safe distance, Thunderbird One swooped in to collect her pilot and International Rescue evacuated the last of their operatives from the failing craft.

Thunderbird One’s loud speakers warned that the pods would be evacuating in ten minutes, that everyone would be safe if they were in their pod.

He didn’t say that IR wouldn’t collect stragglers, but his tone was one of a man on his last nerve.

The crowd ran back towards the stadium.

Virgil’s memories of the incident were different. He had Gordon in the cockpit, scanners screaming at him about internal bleeding. The realisation that he would have to fly his brother to the nearest hospital or risk losing him.

The war in his head between the thousand odd people below and the one brother under his hands.

And John’s word.

“Go, Virgil.”

“John-“

“Go. I’ve got this.”

An order from Scott and he was in his pilot’s seat accelerating away from the danger zone, his ‘bird clawing at the sky to gain speed.

He ignored the squawks from the idiot still strapped into his seat at the back.

The fact he had to swoop around an airliner as he set course for London, didn’t register at the time.

Now he saw what had happened after he left.

“John sent out a call for help and they answered.” Scott’s eyes were shining with pride.

All sorts of civilian aircraft emerged from the surrounding cloud layer. Helicopters, freight carriers, airliners, emergency services, all from the nearest countries.

So, ten minutes later when the stadium disassembled, each of the pods peeling away under its own power, there were enough craft in the sky to provide support.

Thunderbird One corralled, grappled and made sure all were safe, darting back and forth across the herd like an authoritive sheep dog.

The holocams cut to the herd arriving at the nearest airport, flashing emergency lights decorating the airstrip as the pods were directed to land, one by one, Thunderbird One and several other appropriately equipped craft catching and lowering those that struggled.

“He caught all of it on film.” There was that pride again as the newscast cut to a presenter hailing the wonders of International Rescue.

Virgil blinked.

His memory consisted of that mad dash to London, Gordon’s vitals and seeing him disappear behind emergency room doors.

Delivering the pilots from the crashed planes to medical care.

Physically restraining himself from punching the lights out of the man Gordon had injured himself saving. Giving him to the police, explaining what the man had done and that International Rescue would like to press charges.

The frown on the constable’s face had been odd. Virgil had assumed it had to do with the recent press regarding IR.

Perhaps not.

In any case, the annoying whiner continued his whining as he was taken away and Virgil was happy to see the last of him.

At least until Jack lined him up on a courtroom stand and shredded his life.

Gordon had surgery to stitch up the bleeding in his belly. A massive contusion still marked where he had collided with the airstrip superstructure during his leap to save that asshole.

His arm was strapped up after his shoulder had been relocated to its correct position and he was decorated in plasters.

The last thing Virgil remembered was sitting beside his little brother, holding his hand, waiting for him to wake up.

A blink. “Alan was here.”

Scott sighed. “Yeah. Still is. Grandma dragged him out of here so you and Gordon could get some rest.”

“And you managed to get to stay?”

His brother smirked, those eyes glittering again. “Been waiting for you to wake up. Got some news.”

Virgil frowned. “News?” He pushed himself upright, tired muscles complaining all the way. The last few weeks had taken a physical toll as well as a mental one. Letting his socked feet fall off the side of the bed, he sat up fully and stretched his shoulders and arms. “You’re a Cheshire cat, Scott. Spill before I find other means.”

That earned him an arched eyebrow. “Lady Penelope and Kayo came through. They found the proof we were not responsible for the incident in New York.”

Virgil’s eyes widened. “What? How?”

A hand landed gently on his knee. “It wasn’t your fault, Virgil. Lady P and Kayo found the cause and the persons involved.”

Virgil grabbed his brother’s hand. “But how?!” It came out louder than he intended and Gordon stirred in his sleep.

Scott’s hand gripped his. “The extra weight was cloaked. Penelope forced the authorities to give her access and she found the devices. Kayo was able to follow the trail of manufacture and found the thugs responsible. Jack jumped on it and all charges against you have been dropped.”

He stared at his brother. “Charges had been laid?!”

“But they are dismissed. You don’t need to worry about it.” The frown on Scott’s face told Virgil that Scott regretted even mentioning that fact. He had obviously hidden it.

“Did we break the law?”

“No!”

Had he been evading the law without even realising it? “Scott.”

Scott’s frowned increased. “No, Virgil. We’re not going there. You are not responsible. The charges have been cleared. End of story.” His brother’s glare brought that line of thought to an abrupt end. Whether it was because of the commander or the big brother, Virgil’s reflex was to obey.

Damnit.

“Is Virg being an idiot again?” The words were slurred and quiet, but so Gordon, Virgil was off the bed and beside his brother without thought.

“Gords?”

Tired brown eyes focussed lazily on him. “Hey, Virgil.” A slight frown. “You’re loud.”

He was on the wrong side of the bed to grab Gordon’s uninjured hand, so he had to satisfy his need for contact by running a finger through the hair on his little brother’s forehead. Gordon blinked and comically attempted to look up at Virgil’s hand.

Virgil couldn’t help but smile. “Sorry. How are you feeling?”

Those eyelids closed slowly and reopened blearily. “Tired.” A frown. “Where’s Alan?”

Scott stood up behind Virgil and those brown eyes latched onto their eldest brother over Virgil’s shoulder. “With Grandma. You need rest, Gordon.”

Gordon’s lips curved upwards. “Lookin’ spiffy, Scooter.”

Scott snorted, looking down at his suit. “Just playing the part.”

Gordon’s eyes drifted closed again. “You look good.” He frowned and his lips twisted as he attempted to shift on the bed. “Ow.”

“Stay still.” Virgil’s palm cupped the side of his brother’s head.

His eyes opened and found Virgil again, but Gordon didn’t say anything. His head did lean into Virgil’s hand and eventually those eyes drifted closed again. His breath evened out in sleep.

Virgil stared at his fishy brother a little longer.

Scott’s hand landed on Virgil’s shoulder. Voice quiet. “Come on, let’s get you something to eat.”

Illogically, Virgil found himself not wanting to leave Gordon, but he cursed himself at being ridiculous and removed his hand, letting his brother’s head loll gently onto the pillow.

Scott’s fingers gripped his shoulder and he led him from the room.

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Scott snorted when Virgil froze just outside the hospital front doors.

He had left Thunderbird Two in the hospital parking lot.

How he had had the mind to change into civilian clothes yet forgotten that he had a traffic hazard parked outside was a question he could not answer.

“Hey, at least you haven’t got a parking ticket.”

IR security had obviously been deployed. His ‘bird had been roped off and she was high up on her struts, well out of reach.

“She’s had her uses. John has found sanctuary. I think he may have even slept in your bed.”

Virgil blinked as his eyes passed over the crowd that was literally camped behind the ropes in the parking lot. Someone caught sight of them and started screaming. Within seconds several hundred people had emerged from tents and were screaming ‘Tracy, Tracy, Tracy!’

“What the-?”

“Popular opinion is as fickle as always.”

“Who did we save? The Queen?”

“Not quite. Though there was a prime minister, thirteen world councillors, a soap star and at least two musicians.” Scott frowned. “Foster? Two of them.”

Virgil stared up his brother. “Not Ben and Nick Foster?”

“Yeah, maybe?”

“We saved Ben and Nick Foster? Did you get their autographs?”

“What? No? Should I?”

“Are you kidding me?!” Did his brother live under a rock? “Ben and Nick Foster, Scott!”

“Ooookaaay.” His brother held up a hand. “Calm down. They did say that they were willing to support us in any way. I’ll let Jack know you’re interested.”

Virgil spent the next several moments considering what the hell he would do if the opportunity to meet the Fosters came up. Could he handle it? Maybe. It would almost be like meeting Kip Harris. That led to a train of thought of what might happen if they ever encountered the fire specialist.

“Are you okay?”

“Huh?” Oh, hospital, Thunderbird Two, screaming fans. He straightened himself, ignoring the flush that crept up to his cheeks. “I’m fine.”

Scott frowned at him a little but then led him across the lawn towards his ‘bird, their fans screaming the entire way. Their questions were so opposite to those of the last couple of weeks, it felt wrong.

“They really don’t hate us anymore?”

“You know it isn’t that easy, Virg. There are plenty who still hate us, or want our stuff, or the power. I don’t think that will ever go away. But popular opinion, the opinion that gauges what is acceptable? Yeah, it seems we have it again.”

“Because of John?”

Scott stopped and turned, catching Virgil’s eyes. “Partly, but I think mostly because the truth finally got to those who matter. The people with the real power.”

“Who?”

“The people.” His brother turned towards the screaming crowd for just a second and the calls for ‘Tracy’ switched calls for ‘Scott’. “The moms, the dads, the postman, the small business owner, the woman who drives the school bus…the people we used to be.”

“We’re still those kinds of people.”

Scott shook his head. “Perhaps inside, but not to the rest of the world.” A half smile. “We’re the Tracy brothers. We’re International Rescue. Billionaires who live on a secret island.” A sigh. “If all this has proven anything, it’s that.”

“It shouldn’t matter. We do the right thing.”

“It shouldn’t, but it does.” A shrug and his big brother turned towards Two and, with the return of his hand on Virgil’s shoulder, led him to his ‘bird.

The hatch lowered without instruction and they left the screaming to the green soundproofing of cahelium.

“Hey, Virgil.” John was sitting in Gordon’s co-pilot seat, his tablet in his lap and a number of optical cables hooked into the dash.

“What are you doing to my Thunderbird?”

“Not much. Needed her antenna mostly and a little extra processing power.” A twist of his lips. “Eos, say hello.”

Virgil’s eyes widened. “Eos?”

“Yes, Virgil?”

“Where exactly are you?”

“That is an existential question. I am in many places.”

“Including in Thunderbird Two?”

“Of course.” A giggle. “It’s comfy. John says it is like an old couch.”

“Eos!”

“Well, you did.”

Virgil glared at his space brother.

John sighed, let his shoulders drop and, pushing the co-pilot’s seat back, stood up and faced the music. “Virgil, yes, your ‘bird is comfortable. No, it is not old. Please can I not be berated for a slip of the tongue.”

Scott snorted so hard, he coughed.

Virgil glared up at John a moment longer before grabbing him into a massive hug. He squeezed the breath out of his brother, his face mashed up against a space-suited shoulder.

A strangled squawk from John and Scott outright laughed. “You’ve done it now, Johnny.”

“I’m sorry, Virg.”

His name was little more than a gasp from his brother. Virgil held on a moment longer before relenting and letting go. He blinked rapidly as his vision blurred. “Thank you, John.” It was his turn for a hoarse voice. “I don’t know how to-“

“Hey, hey, Virgil. Don’t strangle the messenger. I only passed on the truth.”

Virgil swallowed and shifted his feet. “You saved me.”

Turquoise widened and flickered to stare at Scott before darting back to Virgil. “You would have done the same.”

“But it was you who did it.” A shaky breath. “Thank you, John.”

John looked down a moment, as if embarrassed, before catching Virgil’s eyes again. “Anytime.” A small smile. “Though I can’t take credit for Gordon’s contribution.” John lent over touched his tablet. “He’s been bleeped all over the world. Grandma is mortified.”

“Oh, god.”

Scott grinned. “Oh, yes, our young aquanaut is in for it when he gets home. Homemade chicken soup and all. Make sure we bring in some extra survival supplies on the way back to the Island.”

Or was that grin a grimace? It was hard to tell.

“Gordon was bleeding to death.”

All the humour left the cockpit.

“He’s going to be fine, Virgil. You know that.” Immediate older brother worry.

A sigh. “I know, Scott. It’s just that all that swearing…Grandma can forgive him due to circumstances. He wasn’t thinking straight.”

John’s voice was clear and firm. “He said what needed to be said. And to be honest, he was the only one who could say it.” He tilted his head to one side. “It gave Sir Hugh Creighton-Ward the ammunition he needed to launch a counter offensive.”

“A what?”

“The World Security Council is in an uproar. I doubt Wainwright’s career is going to survive. Did you notice the complete absence of any rescue craft at the platform?”

Virgil frowned. “Wasn’t the crashed plane a World Rescue craft?”

“Hell, no. That was the fake rescue. It was supposed to land under difficulty, but the pilot mangled the ‘distressed’ landing and crashed it instead. When the whole thing went sour, Wainwright tried to halt our intervention, so she could send in the new heroes and make a real show of it. But then we refused to leave so she settled for inciting the mob we faced. Those people who refused to return to their pods? Some were plants ordered by Wainwright. A good percentage of that thousand were GDF personnel in plain clothes. She felt that uniforms wouldn’t be as heartfelt as civilian wear on film.”

A stunned stare. “You have proof?”

John looked out the forward windows. “An unforeseen communications error may have inadvertently refracted several of the conversations involved directly into the NTBS satellite.”

Virgil’s stare flattened. “You or Eos?”

“A communications error.”

“You then.”

“I don’t understand what you mean, Virgil.”

The engineer rolled his eyes. “Are you safe? You can’t be traced?”

The look John threw at him set nothing more than ‘Are you kidding me? Space ace communications astronaut genius versus those dweebs?’ Not that his brother would actually say those words…but then his specialisation was communications and he was quite capable of expressing himself non-verbally.

Those copper eyebrows could be lethal after all.

God, he had missed him.

Virgil resisted the urge to hug him again.

John must have picked up on it because he took a step back.

Scott took a step forward. “Sir Hugh has called for Wainwright to step down and face criminal charges. Several of her cronies have been named. General Strond is no longer the head of the GDF. Aunt Val has been reinstated.”

Virgil found himself staring again. “It’s been barely twenty-four hours!”

Scott shrugged. “Penny says her father likes to strike when the iron is hot.”

“You’ve spoken to Penny?” But then of course Scott had. She had that news to deliver. Another wave of relief washed over him.

Though sixty-three people had died…on purpose.

The relief was replaced with anger.

“Of course, I did. She flew in to check on Gordon.”

That stopped him in his tracks. “Lady P flew in to see Gordon?”

“Well, we are in London. Practically her backyard and she did have that news to deliver.”

“But to see Gordon? Does he know?”

Scott shrugged. “No. Both of you were asleep.” A quirk of his lips. “You were snoring and drooling at the same time. You are quite skilled in the sleeping arts.”

“Shut up.” God, the thought of Lady Penelope seeing him in that state was mortifying.

Scott burst out laughing.

Virgil thumped him. Just a little. Didn’t want to break any of those bird bones of his.

“Ow.”

“Wuss.”

“If you two have finished?” Yes, there were those two lethal copper eyebrows at work.

Before either could answer, Scott’s comms went off. “Scott, dear, Gordon is awake and asking for you. The demands to go home have started and my initial threat of cooking didn’t faze him at all.”

Wow, that was serious. “FAB, Grandma. We’ll be there asap.” Blue eyes shot at his brothers. “Well, that’s a new one.”

“Does he know about the media turnabout?” Virgil’s words froze both of his brothers.

“Oh, no.”

“Shit.”

Scott straightened. “John, secure Thunderbird Five and warn off Eos. The last thing we need is those two in cahouts.”

“FAB.”

“Virgil, you’re on distraction duty. Swipe his tablet if you have to. I want no new social media accounts. Jack is still sorting the last three lawsuits from the jello vs peanut butter war. Occupy him with anything. Paint him if you have to. Grandma would love another portrait. At least it will hold him still for a few minutes. And definitely no outside contacts that aren’t vetted beforehand. Call in Kayo if necessary. A bored Gordon incites bedlam.”

“FAB.” Virgil straightened where he stood.

“I’ll handle Alan. If there is one thing worse than a recuperating Gordon, it is both of them recuperating together. Do we have consensus?”

John and Virgil spoke as one. “FAB.”

Tall and commanding, Scott Tracy held his ground. “Very well…Thunderbirds Are Go!”

-o-o-o-

FIN.

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title: betsubara fandom: bnha pariring: kacchako; bakugou katsuki x uraraka ochako word count: 3.9k (including text in posts) warnings: none synopsis: in which the u.a. test kitchen tries its hand at the whole youtube thing, and the internet collectively ships kacchako. bon appetit test kitchen au + socmed au notes: written for day 3 of kacchako week 2020, with the prompt ‘desserts & sweets.’ i know that BA has its share of problems, but i really wanted to write this after stumbling across ba test kitchen fanfics on ao3 and some social media aus on twitter… i have so much respect for people who make smau fics, i don’t know how you do it. ochako here is a bizarre mix of brad leone, solha el-waylly, liziqi and emmymadeinjapan, and bakguou…. is bakugou :’) ao3: [link]

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別腹 | betsubara (n.) – Japanese, second stomach for dessert

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Susan Anderson @susan.anderson – Jun 29, 2XXX My grandchildren said I would enjoy watching the UA test kitchen youtube channel, but I don’t know where to start. Can someone please give me some suggestions? Why do they change chefs in every video? 62 🗨️ 133 ⭮ 869k ♡

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↳ Just Call Me Midoriya (✓) @dekiru – Jun 30, 2XXX Replying to @susan.anderson Hi Susan! I’m the kitchen manager for @ua_testkitchen, and I’d be happy to help! We have playlists for each of our web series on our YouTube channel, but I’ll do my best to explain each series below. 23 🗨️ 241 ⭮ 3.2k ♡

↳ Just Call Me Midoriya (✓) @dekiru – Jun 30, 2XXX Hot Takes – If you don’t mind some occasional foul language, this is a very popular series! Chef @bakugoukatsuki demonstrates techniques on how to make Japanese staples, from omurice to hand cut soba. It’s extremely educational! 123 🗨️ 213 ⭮ 3.5k ♡

↳ Just Call Me Midoriya (✓) @dekiru – Jun 30, 2XXX Bon Appetit – This series is all about French food, with Japanese twist! Chef @foreversparkling breaks down intimidating recipes like souffles, gougeres, and quiches for the amateur cook to try at home! 89 🗨️ 165 ⭮ 2.8k ♡

↳ Just Call Me Midoriya (✓) @dekiru – Jun 30, 2XXX Farm to Table – If you’re interested in where your food comes from, this is a great choice! Chef @u_ochako shows viewers what it takes to grow and cultivate ingredients. She also delves into the science behind making things like kombucha, natto, and beer! 155 🗨️ 188 ⭮ 3.9k ♡

↳ Just Call Me Midoriya (✓) @dekiru – Jun 30, 2XXX From Scratch – This is our only series with two hosts! We ask our chefs @shouto and @yaomomo to tackle the challenge of recreating popular junk food and snack items entirely from scratch. These can be anything, from your favorite candy to foreign staples like Twinkies! 102 🗨️ 288 ⭮ 2.7k ♡

↳ Just Call Me Midoriya (✓) @dekiru – Jun 30, 2XXX 10 Chefs – This series asks ten of our @ua_testkitchen chefs to undergo a series of culinary challenges of varying difficulties. These can range from cutting a durian to cooking a live lobster! 48 🗨️ 85 ⭮ 1.4k ♡

↳ Just Call Me Midoriya (✓) @dekiru – Jun 30, 2XXX The Great U.A. Bake Off – These are special videos that showcase U.A.’s biannual dessert competition! We invite renowned chef and television star @AllMight to join as our host and judge. Our resident pastry chef @satousugarman has held the title for the past four years! 99 🗨️ 174 ⭮ 2.1k ♡

↳ Just Call Me Midoriya (✓) @dekiru – Jun 30, 2XXX We also film various instructional videos, which are not part of any particular series. These can be recipes or in-depth guides to various kitchen tools and appliances. Hopefully these give you a good place to start, and feel free to contact me if you have any other questions! 21 🗨️ 98 ⭮ 1.1k ♡

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↳ Susan Anderson @susan.anderson – Jul 01, 2XXX Thank you, Mr. Midoriya. I started watching Farm to Table, and I’m enjoying it a lot. I do have a question – I’m reading the comments, and there’s a cooking term I’m not familiar with. What is a “kacchako?” Is it a cooking appliance? 721 🗨️ 2.1k ⭮ 8.9k ♡

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↳ Just Call Me Midoriya (✓) @dekiru – Jul 02, 2XXX Replying to @susan.anderson … Um. 202 🗨️ 4.3k ⭮ 10.4k ♡

↳ jfc they’re actually clueless @hitoshinsou – Jul 02, 2XXX Replying to @susan.anderson and @dekiru yeah @dekiru, what is a kacchako? 180 🗨️ 961 ⭮ 2.9k ♡

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“Hey guys!” Uraraka waved cheerfully at the camera. “My name is Uraraka Ochako, and welcome back to Farm to Table, a show where we explore where our food comes from!”

“For today’s episode, we’re going to be doing something a liiittle different.” On the counter was a pile of misshapen brown lumps, mottled with different black and brown spots. “On our cacao episode, a lot of you were a little… shall we say, disappointed with me, when I didn’t make chocolate out of a cacao pod.”

Uraraka’s smile turned icy, as a screenshot popped up on screen. She held up a little slip of paper from her hand and cleared her voice.

“ ‘Making chocolate isn’t easy,’ ” she read, widening her eyes for emphasis. “ ‘This girl has no idea what she’s talking about.’ ”

The dark, saccharine expression on her face never faltered as she ripped up the paper into tiny pieces, throwing bits over her shoulder.

“Now, I’m here to show you that actually, yes – making chocolate can be easy!” The hard smile was replaced by a warm grin. “My friends at Tokyo Cacao sent me some pods to work with, and lucky for us, they’re ripe and ready to go!”

She beamed, picking up a pod and showing it off to the camera. “I’ll show you guys how to turn these bad boys into chocolate - and after that, I’m gonna share one of my favorite chocolate recipes with you!”

Uraraka then grinned mischievously. “First things first – we gotta crack this little guy open.” Reaching under the countertop, she whipped out a gigantic chef’s knife. It was easily as long as Uraraka’s forearm, and the polished blade was engraved with two characters that clearly read, ‘Bakugou.’

A choking sound was heard off screen.

“Holy shit Uraraka, you took it?!” A man popped into frame, gaping at the knife in Uraraka’s hand. “Dude, Bakugou’s been looking for that all morning - he’s going to kill you for real this time!”

“Not if he doesn’t find out,” she said seriously, fixing the blonde man with a pointed look. “You’re not going to rat me out, are you, Kaminari?”

“And get killed in his Baku-rage? No thanks.” He shivered, staring at the knife as if it was going to attack him. “At least you’ve got a chance of surviving.”

Uraraka laughed, rolling her eyes. “You’re acting like he’s going to eat you or something.”

“You don’t know about poor Mineta,” Kaminari looked grave as he closed his eyes in a moment of silence, before scurrying out of frame. He called out, “If anyone, especially Bakubro, asks – I was never here!”

“O… kay?... ” Uraraka blinked at the camera for a few moments and then shook her head in amusement. “Anyways, back to the topic – opening the pod! The rind is pretty thick and slippery, so be careful where you’re cutting! The best way is to set the edge of the knife in one of the grooves and give it a good whack, like this - !”

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Pro Chef Makes Omurice | Hot Takes | U.A. Test Kitchen 3,439,062 views ･ August 29, 2XXX

To quote our favorite foul-mouthed chef: “Even a F***ing idiot can make omurice.”

Join Bakugou Katsuki in the U.A. Test Kitchen as he makes a Japanese comfort food staple, omurice. This isn’t your average, amateur omurice omelette video - Bakugou breaks down the special tricks and techniques he uses to achieve the perfect taste, shape and texture. His recipe uses buttery chicken, fried…

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“Oh fuck, that’s good,” Bakugou groaned, mouth full as he chewed. The mango-coconut tart in front of him was dotted with swirls of candied orange peel as a garnish, but it did nothing to hide the fact that the entire thing was dusted with a liberal coating of violent red chili powder.

At his side, Uraraka beamed, sniffling a little from the pervasive scent of spice in the air. “I added some lime too, just to break up the richness – it’s not too sweet?”

“S’fucking perfect.” Bakugou scarfed down the last bite of the piece in his hand. He let out another long moan, the sound of it deep and guttural, and Uraraka’s eyes widened as she stared, her cheeks turning red. “Screw it, I’m eating this for lunch.”

“Eh?” Uraraka blinked, snapping out of her daze just as the tray was snatched from her workbench. “Wait, wait – Bakugou! Give it back, I haven’t even tasted it yet!”

“Pft, like you wouldn’t down a carton of milk after one bite,” he scoffed, holding the tart above his head and trying to fend off Uraraka with his free hand as she pulled at his arm. “Fucking get off, Uraraka, I – !”

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SHIP KACCHAKO @retrograade – Aug 17, 2XXX alright since some of y’all are fucking BLIND here’s a list of every bakugou x uraraka moment on the u.a. test kitchen youtube channel (a thread) 184 🗨️ 5.3k ⭮ 12.6k ♡

↳ SHIP KACCHAKO @retrograade – Aug 17, 2XXX [01] the great u.a. Baking show, cheesecake: during taste tests bakugou hated every single person’s cheesecake EXCEPT uraraka’s peach and plum one. He said it was acceptable BUT THEN HE GOES BACK FOR ANOTHER PIECE 2 🗨️ 229 ⭮ 10.4k ♡

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↳ SHIP KACCHAKO @retrograade – Oct 28, 2XXX [33] farm to table, jicama/watermelon: bakugou says there isn’t enough heat in the dipping sauce during taste tests, uraraka then pulls out the extra spicy version she made just for him and bakugou looks flabbergasted when he tries it and then HE TAKES THE SAUCE HOME 10 🗨️ 121 ⭮ 2.4k ♡

↳ SHIP KACCHAKO @retrograade – Nov 01, 2XXX [34] from scratch, shrimp chips: at 14:53 you can see bakugou and uraraka in the background working on something together and when aoyama comes in waving around a whisk like a madman bakugou PUTS HIS ARM AROUND HER WAIST AND PULLS HER OUT OF THE WAY 15 🗨️ 146 ⭮ 2k ♡

↳ SHIP KACCHAKO @retrograade – Nov 01, 2XXX [35] from scratch, shrimp chips: when uraraka’s taste testing the final versions, she tells bakugou to come and try them. Bakugou grabs the chip she’s eating out of her hand and takes a bite AND THEN STUFFS IT BACK IN HER MOUTH BEFORE WALKING AWAY 29 🗨️ 132 ⭮ 2.4k ♡

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↳ SHIP KACCHAKO @retrograade – Jan 11, 2XXX [69] hot takes, udon: bakugou says he’s only doing this video because someone said he had to, and uraraka mouths at the camera “he can’t say no to me” and bakugou sees her doing it but just rolls his eyes HE DOESN’T DENY IT 34 🗨️ 204 ⭮ 1.8k ♡

↳ SHIP KACCHAKO @retrograade – Jan 11, 2XXX [70] hot takes, udon: bakugou’s testing the dough consistency and yells at uraraka to come over so he can compare it TO HER CHEEKS and the man no cap says “not soft enough, it needs more pounding” and the blush on her face AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH 119 🗨️ 451 ⭮ 3.6k ♡

↳ SHIP KACCHAKO @retrograade – Jan 24, 2XXX [71] the great u.a. bake off, pavlovas: honestly just take this entire episode as proof you can FEEL the tension through the screen my god. the way they’re play-fighting/flirting throughout the episode jesus fucking christ the flavor is immaculate 85 🗨️ 154 ⭮ 2.1k ♡

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↳ SHIP KACCHAKO @retrograade – Mar 01, 2XXX [82] bon appetit, coq au vin: aoyama asks uraraka for help and bakugou literally spends the entire video glaring at aoyama from the background and ochako mouths “I’m almost done katsuki” at 15:43 SHE USES HIS FIRST NAME 26 🗨️ 98 ⭮ 1.9k ♡

↳ SHIP KACCHAKO @retrograade – Mar 09, 2XXX [83] hot takes, takoyaki: uraraka asks bakugou to taste test a smoothie for her and he goes, “the one you made yesterday was better” but later he says something about hating Mondays WHICH MEANS HE AND URARAKA WERE TOGETHER OVER THE WEEKEND 37 🗨️ 159 ⭮ 2k ♡

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↳ teatime @kabedondon – 6h Replying to @retrograade the detail in this thread is scary but even more concerning is the fact that you’ve somehow managed to convince me, at the very minimum, that they’re fucking 13 🗨️ 1.1k ⭮ 4k ♡

↳ SHIP KACCHAKO @retrograade – 4h Replying to @kabedondon welcome to the club, hope you enjoy your stay 21 🗨️ 59 ⭮ 573 ♡

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Todoroki stared down at the gooey, green-streaked mess of chocolate in front of him mournfully. At his side, Yaoyorozu looked equally despondent, poking at the dull sheen of dark chocolate covering the biscuit in her hand.

“Should we…?” Todoroki glanced over hesitantly, and Yaoyorozu bit her lip.

“I was really hoping we’d get it this time.” She sighed heavily, before turning around. The camera zoomed out, the frame widening to show a few people milling around in the background. “Uraraka! Do you have a moment?”

A chirpy voice replied, “Sure!” Todoroki visibly sighed in relief, quickly dumping his mixing bowl into the sink of dirty dishes as Uraraka came into the shot.

“Huh, that’s definitely not right…” The brunette poked Yaoyorozu’s chocolate mixture with a frown. “What temperature did you heat this to?”

“45 degrees?” Uraraka hummed, scooping up a bit of the mixture and dumping it into her hand. She rubbed at it, frowning. “What did you use as your seeded chocolate?”

Todoroki slid the half-empty bag of chocolate chips across the counter, and Uraraka dumped a pile of them out. Little disks spilled across the marble, and she tested one piece between her clean fingers. “Uh, you know that you’re supposed to use tempered chocolate to seed, right?”

Todoroki opened his mouth, paused, then closed it abruptly. Yaoyorozu buried her face in her hands and audibly groaned.

“Hey, the good news is that you can totally reuse this!” Uraraka tried to smile encouragingly. “Did the matcha chocolate come out weird too, or –?”

“Oi, what the fuck is this?” The camera panned to the side, where Bakugou was holding up Todoroki’s abandoned mixing bowl in a fist, features twisted into a grimace. “Did all those e-cigs fry your brain, Half-and-half? Who the fuck doesn’t sift matcha before –”

“Hey, lay off of him, Bakugou.” Uraraka stomped over and snatched the bowl away. “Tempering is hard! And you know white chocolate is tricky.”

“Tch, please.” He scoffed. “What kind of idiot can’t temper chocolate?”

Uraraka’s eyes flashed, and she planted her arms on her waist. “Have you ever tempered chocolate before?”

“What kind of dumbass question is that?” Bakugou growled. “Course I have, I didn’t live under a fucking rock like these two morons.”

Yaoyorozu bristled indignantly, but Uraraka held up her hand. Todoroki just looked tired, and muttered under his breath, “Here we go again…”

“Then you wouldn’t mind giving us a demonstration, would you?” Bakugou looked at her sweet, smiling face suspiciously. “Or are you too chicken to prove it?”

Red eyes flashed dangerously. “... the fuck did you just say?”

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The video cut to a shot of lumpy, melted white goo, before zooming out to show Bakugou’s scowl. “What the fuck is wrong with this shitty chocolate?” He kept stirring, even more vigorously this time, and looked down at the mixture as if he was trying to set it on fire with his glare.

Todoroki and Yaoyorozu were tucked a little ways away, snickering quietly as they watched from a safe distance away. Across from Bakugou, leaning casually against the counter, Uraraka smiled gleefully.

“Hur-dur, ‘what kind of idiot can’t temper chocolate?’ ” she mimicked, her voice lowered in an approximation of the blonde’s low growl. Uraraka laughed, and then ducked as a chocolate-covered spatula sailed over her head.

“FUCK OFF, ROUND FACE!”

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smolbean678 reblogged kryssalys ochaakou:

reasons you should stan uraraka ochako, u.a.’s farming goddess and resident bakugou whisperer:

- has probably saved about half of the “from scratch” episodes by virtue of being the only person in the entire u.a. test kitchen who can consistently temper chocolate

- speaking of chocolate, this woman pulled the hardest flex by making her own chocolate from a raw cacao pod, and then proceeded to make chocolate chicken mole with it just to prove to the haters that she could

- is the acting president of the musutafu ninniclub, a japanese club for lovers of garlic. she also openly admits to sleeping with a ninnikyun plushie, aka the club mascot which is apparently a giant garlic clove (seriously, you can’t make this shit up guys)

- vocal advocate of Feeding Japan, a hunger relief organization that works to combat food insecurity, and is frequently seen volunteering at food banks and soup kitchens (1) (2) (3) (4)

- a lot of the ingredients she features in the “farm to table” series come from her parent’s farm! (pics) she grew up working at her parents’ stall at her hometown farmer’s market and promotes buying locally to support regional farms and businesses.

- this masterpiece of a tweet: “I love food and I love to eat. If someone wants to shame me for my body then they can go fuck themselves.”

- creates recipes that not only taste good but are also healthy, quick, easy and beginner friendly – yes, I’m looking at you, mr. bakugou “just fucking flip it and reduce for 3 days” katsuki – see the archive of her recipes here (x)

- has a tiktok dedicated entirely to trolling todoroki’s reactions with weird flavors of soba, these are my favorites (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7)

- she’s a self-taught chef who started as a dishwasher and worked up to being the sous chef at ryuko tatsuma’s restaurant dragoon before coming to the u.a. test kitchen and was regularly praised by food critics (1) (2) (3) (4) (5)

- has single-handedly saved u.a. millions of yen from that one time she stopped bakugou from ‘accidentally’ exploding an air fryer

- speaks fluent baku-rage, not to mention their chemistry is off the charts hoO BOY the slow burn is fucking real y’all

alright there’s so much more stuff but I fucking hate formatting links, so watch farm to table and follow uraraka on social media (twitter / instagram / tiktok) because this queen deserves our love. thanks for coming to my ted talk.

hoooooot-hoot:

[link] to the twitter thread for my fellow kacchako shippers, i gotchu

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“Ugh.” Uraraka glared down at the sad, deflated lumps sitting in the middle of her ramekins. “Where is Aoyama when you need him?”

“That looks pathetic,” a blunt voice said, and Uraraka sighed as Bakugou came into the camera frame, leaning over the counter to peer into one cup with a skeptical look. “What the hell are you making?”

“Well, it’s supposed to be a pistachio-strawberry souffle.” She huffed, rubbing at her neck in frustration. “I can’t figure out how to get the nuts to distribute evenly… and it’s just not rising? I don’t get it – I remade my pastry cream like, three times, I know it’s fine, and I buttered my molds but it just…”

“You try freezing the molds after you butter them?” A frown came over Uraraka’s face as she shook her head. Bakugou grabbed one of the little cups, prodding the contents with a finger, and made a face. “Keeps it from contaminating your mixture and fucking up the rise.”

“When I make them at home, they’re usually fine at room temp,” she said dejectedly. “I don’t know why I can’t get it right today.”

The camera zoomed in a little, focusing on Bakugou’s expression as he glanced towards Uraraka. He looked a little concerned, and after a beat of silence, he came around the counter to stand beside her.

“Oi, don’t get all mopey on me, Cheeks.” He nudged her shoulder lightly, settling a hand across the back of Uraraka’s neck. “You good?”

She sighed heavily, leaning a little into his hand. “Yeah, yeah, I just… I don’t know. My brain isn’t working right now.”

“Tch.” Bakugou looked over the mess of bowls spread across the counter, eyes settling on the deflated looking egg-whites on one side. “Look – I’ll help ya out, just this once. Don’t quit on me now, yeah?

She blinked, looking up at him with furrowed brows. “But I thought… don’t you have that thing, with –”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it. This is more important,” he said, shrugging off his leather jacket and rolling up his sleeves. Uraraka just looked back at him in confusion.

“But…” She bit her lip hesitantly. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” Bakugou smirked back at her as he tied on his apron. “I got you, Cheeks.”

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[Video: Todoroki, frozen in place with blank eyes and noodles falling out of his mouth as someone shakes his unresponsive body]

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Uraraka rubbed her eyes, blinking as she gaped.

“You…” She looked up at him, chin trembling. “Did you really…?”

“Tch.” Bakugou huffed, trying to hide a smile. “What, your eyes don’t work now, Cheeks?” he teased.

“I just - ” Uraraka pinched herself, yelping at the pain, before a huge, toothy smile broke out across her face. “Oh my god, I can’t believe you actually did it.”

“You did get on your knees and beg, so…” He shrugged, snickering as Uraraka approached the counter reverently, her face glowing in sheer joy. “Ten kinds of mochi, as fuckin’ promised.”

She turned to him pleadingly. “Can I…?”

“I already took the photos.” He nodded at the spread, a rainbow of different colors delicately arranged with a pot of tea, ready to be eaten. “Go for it, babygirl.”

Uraraka already had a daifuku mochi halfway to her mouth, lips open as she got ready to take a bite, when an unfamiliar voice cut into the video.

“Wait a second.” Both of them paused to look at the camera in confusion. “Did he just call you babygirl?”

There was a beat of silence, before Uraraka’s face exploded into a bright red blush. Next to her, Bakugou quietly muttered, “Fuck.”

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Title: There’s a cafeteria? Words: 2000 Ships: None, but this part here is the hopefully cute moments between Benrey/Tommy, and where Benrey has his little feelings for Gordon Warnings: None Characters: Benrey, Tommy, Gordon Part 3 of ? Part 1 HERE, Part 2 HERE

This is a story where they find a cafeteria. No dangers, just lighthearted interaction here, I think. Some people just want to hold hands here.

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When everyone joined Gordon at the table, Benry silently returned to the room to explore what he couldn’t before. What caught his eye was the serving area on the far side. As he approached, he noticed it was completely empty. No heating trays filled with the menu of the day. No pots containing self serve soups or stews. The chill boxes with the clear doors had no ready made sandwiches or salads or desserts.

Hm. Just like home.

He had just started to climb up on the counter for fun when Tommy’s friendly voice sounded near him.

“Benrey, there are so many soda fountains here.” Benry could hear him smiling. “They have all your favorite flavors.”

He hadn’t noticed, but when he looked to the far wall, he saw there were also dispensers for milk, coffee, tea, juices, and water.

“Yours too.”

“Mine, too.” Tommy nodded, before pointing at the machines. “I’m--I’m gonna get some drinks for everyone. Do you wanna help?”

“There’s nothing to eat here.” Why wasn’t there food?

Tommy took his answer in stride. “I think everyone went home. It’s late.”

Benry looked around for a clock. The only time he really cared about was when it was time to finish work. And it was beyond that. At least with their jobs, they were used to working late and not always being able to eat at scheduled breaks.

He stepped away from the counter, staring at Tommy. “Hey you haven’t eaten in a long time have you?”

Tommy’s shoulders fell. “Yeah...”

Benry moved in close to him. “We should do something. Let’s find something for you,” he said, continuing to stare right at him, and Tommy brightened up.

“Okay!” But he took a quick glance at the others at the table. “I’ve got the--the, uhh, the...We’ll get the drinks later.”

After he followed the other’s line of sight, Benry straightened up and started to stalk towards the group. But he came to an abrupt halt when a hand caught his, and his eyes flashed to Tommy’s worried expression.

“He shouldn’t be here,” Benry explained. “The cafeteria’s closed.”

He really wanted to say that to him, to hear what he had to say, to argue with him a bit. But Tommy shook his head.

“Mr. Freeman said he needs a moment to calm down.”

“I don’t think he’s ever calm Tommy. When is he ever calm?”

“When he sits down he is,” Tommy insisted. “We’ve sat a lot.”

Benry glanced back at the table, eyeing Gordon Freeman who was facing away from them. He looked like he was having a conversation, his arms gesturing widely.

“...Why does he move them so much? Why does he do that?”

No one else did it that often. Gordon Freeman moved his hands with every sentence, was always pointing or waving them around, was always reaching out and touching everyone.

Tommy watched for a bit, but answered like he already knew. “It’s how he talks. Everyone talks in a different way. Just like you and your Voice.”

Benry stared blankly. Huh. Maybe that’s why they didn’t understand each other. They spoke differently.

There was a tug on his wrist, Tommy leading him back--which Benry didn’t mind--before letting him go--which Benry did mind. He liked being physically close to others, liked casual affection, and he knew Tommy enjoyed it, too.

“Hold hands again please?”

“Okay.” Tommy didn’t hesitate to reach for him. “But we can’t have food if the cafeteria is closed.”

“We can have food.” They were allowed to be here. They worked here.

This time, Benry led the way and they both pushed through the door that led to the kitchen. Same as the other room, the prep areas were spotless.

Benry huffed, glaring at the refrigerators and freezers. “Nothing here.”

“Ohh, it can be a game,” Tommy said in wonderment upon realization. “First to find something good.”

Benry yanked a few cabinets open nearby eagerly. If there was one thing they both enjoyed together, it was a race. But every cabinet above and below only contained pots, pans, trays, and plates. “Who does this?”

“That’s how kitchens are,” Tommy said, matter-of-fact. “You gotta check the pantry.”

Another door led to an enclosed area filled with shelves and storage containers, Tommy disappearing inside. Benry followed, but there was nothing already made or easy to eat.

“We should get takeout. We should order delivery.”

Tommy looked up at him from where he was crouched searching through numerous cans on the bottom shelf. “I think that’s against company policy.”

Breaking company policy sounded great. Getting food delivered sounded better.

Benry’s voice rose, excited at the thought. “Get on the phone.”

Another voice cut through from the doorway, a bit smug, a bit reprimanding.

“Didn’t you say something about how you never walk off?” Gordon stood there, arms crossed and head tilted, and when Benry didn’t answer, he grinned at Tommy. “Hey, Tommy. What do you got there?”

Tommy stood up with two of his findings, one in the crook of each arm. “Look how large these cans of soup are.”

“That’s like, the size of a bucket,” Gordon said, impressed. “I bet that could feed us all. You want to go heat that up? I’ll come and help.” When Tommy slid past him, Gordon patted him on the back in a friendly manner.

“I’ll be right there. You coming, Benrey?”

Benry’s eyes narrowed. Gordon Freeman really did just touch anyone whenever to convey some type of message and no one seemed to mind. Benry had stepped away half of the time it happened to him, usually because Gordon was being sarcastic or rude at the time. But with the others, he was nice or encouraging...or sometimes a bit desperate to get a point across--which was funny to see.

Most of the time Gordon seemed to lay a hand on him lately was to hit him across the room. Not that it hurt, but it was mean. Gordon Freeman was only mean to him and Benry wanted nice touches again.

He must’ve been thinking for a while, because Gordon began to shift, coughing to get his attention. “Hey, come on. You can talk, you know. I kinda prefer it. Feels a little weird when you don’t.” He began to ramble on. “Especially since you never seem to blink and you’re standing in a tiny room that’s not very well lit. You know like in those horror stories, where there’s that one ghost or demon just standing there not moving and--”

Benry found himself tuning out and he stared down at his own hands. Tommy said Gordon Freeman spoke differently, used his hands to communicate. Maybe if he tried the same way…

He strode up to him, Gordon cutting himself off from whatever he was saying to give him a confused look. He firmly placed his hand on the other’s shoulder, maintaining intense eye contact. Not that he meant to--he was trying to focus instead of blanking out again. Every time he did that Gordon Freeman walked off.

Instead, Gordon waited patiently for a response, and prompted when there was none. “Dude?”

Benry’s eyes widened a fraction.

Oh shit he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t think this far. This didn’t quite feel the same as when he held hands with Tommy, or sat close by Dr. Coomer, or played games and chatted with Bubby. This felt stiff and cramped and--

“You speak weird.”

“You know,” Gordon started off, surprisingly not irritated in the slightest at his insult. “Everything you accuse me of, you do yourself, did you know that? Like your weird light show when you aaa,” he said wiggling his fingers around for emphasis. “That’s speaking weird.”

Benry didn’t understand how it was weird when Gordon was the one who tried to mimic his Voice. He tried to learn what it meant and he tried to make the sounds. Benry heard him compliment it multiple times. And it was...nice. It was nice that he liked it.

“You said it was beautiful.”

Gordon’s voice squeaked like he was caught. “I did? You heard that?” He was flustered for just a moment, but he composed himself easily, words firm. “I’ve...gotten used to it. You could just use words to communicate instead. Well, actually, I don’t understand you most of the time when you do that, either, but…” he trailed off, eyes sweeping to the hand still on his shoulder.

“Why are you doing this anyway? You’ve never done this before.”

It’s not that he sounded accusing, and he knew he was changing the topic, but Benry automatically threw it back at him.

"You’re the one doing things no one does. You touch people’s faces and you think you can get away with it.”

Gordon sputtered out a laugh, clearly not expecting that. “Okay, yeah. I guess you’re right. That’s a little weird. Are you mad about when I did that to you? That feels like forever ago now that I think about it.”

Benry remained quiet at first. He was expecting an argument, for him to deny it or get defensive. Arguing and denying things was fun. People agreeing with him was even better. But Gordon Freeman was laughing and seemed relaxed despite Benry’s attempts to aggravate.

“Are you calm now?”

Gordon blinked at that. “Are you asking if I’m okay?”

Benry just stared at him.

“Like, no joking around? You’re not going to insult me if I answer, are you?” Gordon grinned like he was playing around, like no way he believed this was serious. “I cannot imagine how it would be if you--you--actually showed some concern towards me.”

Benry stared harder at that.

“Life would be so easy if you...” Gordon stopped in realization. He looked at the hand on his shoulder. “Are you…?” He gestured. “Wait. Is this…Are you trying to comfort me?”

Benry didn’t answer.

It took a while of mutual unsure staring, before Gordon’s expression softened. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m good. What about you?”

Light orbs fell from Benry’s mouth.

“Benrey,” Gordon sighed as he rolled his eyes towards the ceiling, which usually meant he was ready to move on.

Benry was, too. The hand communication worked, but his own way was easier. And everything would have been fine, if Gordon Freeman’s fingers hadn’t wrapped around his wrist right then, because having a gentle touch reciprocated made all the difference.

It still felt stiff and cramped, but suddenly everything went warm.

His eyes narrowed at the touch as he inspected it closer. “You’ve uh, you got something to say, then you should say it. Use words to communicate.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but,” Gordon pushed at Benry’s arm, “I’m gonna assume those colors you blew out meant you’re okay, too.”

Benry pulled away without any resistance, muttering and mumbling noises under his breath. “You were trying to hold hands. Is that it?”

He held his hand out, offering it to him, because that’s what he wanted, and because he was being kind and trying to help by doing things Gordon’s way. But Gordon somehow didn’t understand, and his attention went from Benry’s hand to his face with a scoff.

“You trying to make jokes again? Hand jokes? Come on, man. That’s old. Unoriginal.”

“I don’t make jokes about that. I’ve never--”

Gordon made a whole bunch of noises, waving his arms around in an attempt to shush him. “Please. Stop talking.

Benry side-eyed him, unamused. Gordon Freeman had no right to get mad when Benry insulted his intelligence, because the man was dumb and slow and noticed nothing. But he kept quiet as Gordon continued.

“Let’s go eat. I don’t think I trust the others to heat up a can of soup between them without some sort of collateral damage.”

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Batman TAS: Heart of Steel (Part 2)

“I do wish your toys wouldn’t play so roughly with you, Sir.”

Episode: 39 Robin: No Writer: Brynne Stephens (Brynne Chandler) Director: Kevin Altieri Animator: Sunrise Airdate: November 16, 1992 Grade: A

Picking up where we left off, and things don’t appear to be off to a stellar start. Batman escaping the grabber that is installed incredibly high up on the cave ceiling seems anti-climactic. Because after that, HARDAC just gives up. Batman starts to track its location, and it disconnects from his system, ending the moment. What the hell, HARDAC. Didn’t you just have control over everything? You couldn’t have locked Batman out entirely and prevented him from even getting that far? Luckily this segment ends with a pretty funny callback to Part 1 from Alfred, and from here things are awesome the entire way. I think that the cliffhanger last time was only there to be a cliffhanger and get ratings for Part 2. I guarantee it was an afterthought. But whatever, it’s out of the way, now let’s get to the good stuff!

The previous episode was used to set a lot of things up. It had some good moments, but they held off from showing us the major excitement. This episode flies by, and it feels like nonstop action with some of the best imagery we have yet to see. I’m so happy with how well they nailed the designs of a lot of these robots, and the concept was taken to its max potential. I love the way that the robots (disguised as people such as Bullock, Gordon, Mayor Hill, etc) move around, sometimes walking and talking just like you and me, but other times they leap and scuttle in a way that almost resembles the way the little girl moves in The Exorcist or like the girl from The Grudge. Paired with their glares and those piercing eyes, and it’s easily as creepy as anything on Courage the Cowardly Dog. The most disturbing moment is when one of the robots twists its head all over the place and then follows Batman up the elevator cable. It’s a moment of tension because we know the bot will grab Batman if he doesn’t hurry the hell up and solder through it. It’s a similar feeling to being followed and trying to quickly unlock a door. After Batman solders through, the elevator falls many floors and completely demolishes the robots that were onboard, and we get to see their mangled carcasses. Like with Captain Clown from The Last Laugh, robots give the writers a lot of fun opportunities for violence that is not typically permitted. There’s an earlier scene where a robotic Bullock is thrown onto the Bat-Signal where it gets electrocuted. We see a charge running through it, its hand twitches, and it loses its skin-like shell. Seeing how willing Batman was to deliver this type of punishment to Bullock was a little bit concerning, and we even see Barbara start to cry during the aftermath before they realize that it’s not really Bullock. Beautiful stuff!

During the climax we get a lot of this type of thing all shoved together into one scene. There are explosions galore (I sorta gave up on the fire count that we had going, but if I hadn’t, you’d better believe that this episode would count toward it), some twisted imagery in the form of seeing Bullock and Gordon suspended in a tank of water for observation, and Randa gets part of her face ripped off, revealing a metal skull underneath. It makes Batman jump in fear as he turns around and sees her. While one of Batman’s major talents is scaring the piss out of the criminals he fights, as we know from Scarecrow episodes, he himself is not immune to fear. It’s nice to see him expressing this emotion without the use of mysterious gas.

HARDAC’s motives were fleshed out a lot more, and they are a little cliché. Replacing all humans, eliminating man-made flaws, allowing the world to run smoother, yada yadda. We’ve heard this before. What I find more interesting is Karl Rossum’s role in all of this. What I gathered was that Rossum designed HARDAC to replace certain human-operated functions with robot-operated functions. For example, self-driving cars. He had a daughter that died in a car accident, and so he vowed to rid the world of the possibility of this happening to anyone else. Because he…for some reason…gave HARDAC a free-thinking mind, HARDAC decided to take this plan much further than intended, considering all humans a problem period. They’re too imperfect. Ironic, given HARDAC’s quick downfall, but hey, this is the 90’s. Technology has a long way to go. Anyway, Rossum’s motives are pretty vague, though, so I could be interpreting this wrong, but I like that there are a couple of ways to take it. I can see someone else going more literal and imagining that he wanted to replace drivers with robots, or even some of the more problematic citizens. Who knows. Interestingly, in Part 1, we see Randa using a self-driving car, which I just now remembered. I thought I remembered something too about Randa being modeled after his daughter, but they never mentioned this. Head-canon I guess. I have to ask, is Rossum innocent? He doesn’t seem to be in much trouble at the end, but we have no way of knowing how far he was going with this plan. Yeah, HARDAC went further, but that doesn’t mean that Rossum wasn’t trying to go further than most sane people would, you know? I have a feeling that we’ll never see him again and won’t have to worry about it, but Batman the Animated Series has this way of surprising me.

Barbara Gordon gets more time this half hour, and she’s so rad! Her voice actress (Melissa Gilbert) plays her so well, and combined with the lines, she sounds like she’s incredibly intelligent. How love how she talks to her stuffed bear when she’s by herself, but what she talks about is how she plans on breaking into Cybertron to rescue her father. It combines cute with badass and capable, and she seems to be a strong female role model that any kid could look up to. Not to say that I condone putting yourself into the kind of danger that she did, but hey. You know what I mean. Last episode she may have been an extension of Jim. This episode she broke out of that and felt like something entirely her own. You already know that I know, but for those who don’t know what’s coming (Char), hopefully we’ll see lots more of Barbara! She did mention how much she enjoyed getting in on the action, and Batman told her that she did an excellent job. If that doesn’t sound like a recurring character, I don’t know what does!

I don’t have too-too much more to say, but this episode was way better than I remember. So far, it may even be top ten material. Char loved it too. She said that she was happy that no one died in the end, but jesus, when Possum was fried by HARDAC’s laser, I thought he was going to be left a pile of ash. Never program a super-powerful, free-thinking computer to have weapons like that… You give it a will to be free and a way, what could go wrong?

Get a load of Gordon’s tall mustache.

Some of the animation in this one reminds me of The Tick. It’s the line work as well as the eyes. I couldn’t find any info on who did the animation for The Tick, but could it have been Sunrise?

Jesus, he’s not dead? The intensity of HARDAC’s laser blast was shocking, and it looked soooo violent.

I keep seeing a smiley face on HARDAC’s light/eye/whatever. On purpose?

Basically what I see when I go to the dentist. What creepy lighting! I like how intimate this segment was.

It must be so therapeutic for Batman to get to beat the shit out of the fake Bullock, especially after this shit-eating grin. What a great face!

Bullock’s twitching hand was super gross. Anyone else agree that this is Sunrise’s best work on the show?

This robot almost looks zombie-like, which is fitting considering Bullock’s apparent demise.

What happened to the batarangs, Batman?

Even when dead, those red eyes stare in such a malicious way.

“Please let go of my cape.”

Is there any reason that these guy need to have light-up eyes like this? No! HARDAC clearly installed them just for the “Holy shit, what the hell is going on” factor.

Yes, HARDAC, humans are so imperfect. Meanwhile one of your friends lets Bruce slip away like this.

KILL IT. KILL IT. KILL IT.

THANK YOU.

These trashcan robots very much look like the robots from Castle in the Sky.

Seeing them in this kind of danger is quite disturbing. As is the fact that a computer is keeping humans contained like this.

Up until now, we’ve only seen Randa as a drop-dead gorgeous woman. We saw the twist coming, yet it’s still quite the surprise!

A really stupid moment in an otherwise amazing half hour. A makeup mirror deflecting a laser like that felt really implausible (yes, in the face of everything else), and it also seemed like a lame way to remind us that Barbara is, in fact, a woman.

Batman panics as his head is about to be crushed by an elevator. Batman breaks a few times during Heart of Steel. He’s sure to experience some nightmares about computers.

Bob Hastings has a tremendously good moment as he calls out the name of Jim’s daughter, thinking she’s dead.

Char’s grade: A Next time: If You’re So Smart, Why Aren’t You Rich?

Full episode list here!

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