#gotta watch that cause my man is Wise

[superiorsturgeon]

Forgiveness

Ren: *visiting with Arkos couple after a fight with Nora*

Ren: *sighs* Thank you again for letting me come by on such short notice, Jaune…I just…needed some space from Nora right now…

Jaune: *doing dishes after dinner while Pyrrha plays with Arkos kiddos in the living room* Hey, it’s no problem! The twins love when their favorite uncle visits! *pauses awkwardly* We can set up the pull-out bed after I finish, if you need to stay the night…?

Ren: Thank you again…*hands Jaune a cleaned plate*

Jaune: *stacks plate in drying rack and starts on a glass*

Jaune: …you know, Ren, if you wanna talk-

Ren: *interrupting suddenly* How did you forgive Pyrrha?

Jaune: *nearly drops glass* W-what…?!

Ren: I-I’m sorry, I’m not very good at…expressing my emotions or talking about others…

Ren: But after what happened with Nora, I need to know!

Ren: Back when Beacon fell, Pyrrha sent you away before she went up in the tower…you said that was your first kiss, but then she used it to trap you in a locker. It was a betrayal of your trust when Pyrrha chose to send you away and go to a fight she couldn’t hope to win.

Ren: I could see that she hurt you, Jaune. Even when she came back, I saw the pain she caused you, but now…

Ren/Jaune: *look over at Pyrrha playing with squealing Arkos children, balancing one on each shoulder while squatting up and down*

Ren: …and now, I’ve never seen two people more happy or in love.

Ren: So please, I need to know…

Ren: How did you do it? How did you work past something like that and stay together?

Jaune: *puts down the glass and pauses, watching Pyrrha do push-ups with her son clinging to her back while her daughter crawls underneath*

Jaune: …I gotta tell you, Ren, it was really rough for us, when Pyrrha came back. At first, I was like, SUPER happy to see her again, you know? It was like everything could go back to the way it was before Beacon fell!

Jaune: But after that feeling wore off, I remembered all that stuff you were just talking about, like how Pyr kissed me, and then shoved me in a locker and ran off without me to get killed instead of coming with us, and it started to bug me.

Jaune: …like, I REALLY started to resent her.

Ren: We all noticed. You stopped talking around her and stopped looking her in the eye. I think Pyrrha almost cried every time she saw you because you seemed so distant.

Jaune: Yeah…I was kinda bitter…Looking back, I know what she did was a dumb teenage decision made under a lot of unfair pressure, but at the time I was still mad, and I guess I kinda wanted to see her hurt because she hurt me…

Jaune: …in hindsight, it was pretty shitty of me to be all passive-aggressive and cold just to hurt her back, and I was being a dumb teenager too…

Ren: Did that realization make the difference?

Jaune: Nope.

Jaune: Believe it or not, I called my mom.

Jaune: I told her everything that was going on, and my problems with Pyrrha, and she gave me some advice her grandpa told her about relationships:

Jaune: *does a southern accent* “When the goin’ gets tough, ya only have two options: Ya either stop lovin’ ‘em, or ya love ‘em a whole lot more!” 🤠

Ren: …so…

Ren: …that’s the secret?

Jaune: *resumes putting cleaned plates away in cabinet* …weeeeelllll…there was a lot more to it than that! Pyrrha and I had to have a big talk about our relationship, and there were a lot of tears and apologies, but great-grandpappy’s advice kinda made me sit down and decide whether I wanted to be with Pyrrha or not, and once I decided that I wanted to be with her I could figure out what I had to do…

Jaune: *feels an impact as his son glomps onto his leg like a koala*

Jaune: *grins down at Arkos kid* And I think I picked the better choice! *scoops up his son as Pyrrha gathers up Arkos daughter for bedtime*

Ren: …your great-grandpappy sounds like a wise man, Jaune…

Ren: If you don’t mind, I think I need to make a call.

Ren later called Nora and they made up on Jaune and Pyrrha’s pull-out couch.

Nora: *snuggled against Ren’s chest* I’m glad you called, Ren, but what made you decide to give me another chance?

Ren: Someone gave me some advice that helped me decide what I wanted:

Ren: *in a terribly-executed southern accent* “When tha goin’ gets tuff, ya only got two opshuns: stop luvin ‘um, or ya luv um a whole lot more!”

Nora: …

Nora: Ren, that was sweet and touching and everything, but that accent was, like, the WORST accent I’ve ever heard! 🤣

Ren: Nora, please, it wasn’t THAT bad…

Nora: I love you, Rennie, but that was so bad it was offensive! 😂

#rwby #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #lie ren #nora valkyrie #arkos #renora #jaune x pyrrha #jaune arc x pyrrha nikos #ren x nora #lie ren x nora valkyrie #the quote is from colonel potter in M*A*S*H #it’s not nice to make fun of other people’s accents #angst-ish #I don’t do serious writing that well

[dreamywriter143]

My Dearly Detested

Status: Prologue (7 part Mini-Series, 0/7)

Genre: Enemies to Lover troupe, Angst, Rude Neteyam, Comforting Lo’ak, some fluff, Romance, violence.

Warnings: Depictions of blood, Battles and cursing. Rude Neteyam😭. Reader is older then Neteyam by 1year.

Parings: Neteyam X Y/n (Reader)

Summary: Neteyam hates Y/n. He never liked how she always bested him in everything and never once sought the praises he was accustomed to. She had no one, yet she had everyone in the palm of her hand. He despised her, and that wasn’t going to change anytime soon. The but happens when the RDA threat comes and Jake tasks her with watching his sons? Neteyam can’t help but grow a newfound hatred.

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: I know I said I would post this after I finished ‘Precious Tsyeym’ pt1 and pt2, but I just couldn’t wait!! So I opted to post the prologue in the meantime. Enjoy!!

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“Where are you!??!” Y/n calls, desperately trying to track her way through the foliage around her. Her steps are rushed and hasty as she tries to make her way to the clearing. Her heart rate quickens at the thoughts flashing through her head.

Where was he? Why did he disappear? Was he injured? Is he safe?

Feeling her steps falter she takes a deep breath in. She had to find him, she had to make sure he was ok. A boost of determination causing her to steps to speed up as the leaves and twigs beneath her feet snap at the force she ran with.

Just as she makes it to the clearing a large stick smacks her on the head, with great amount of force causing her to stumble backwards. Her hand reaches up to rub the wounded area, feeling the sting of the hit. Groaning in pain she glares at the perpetrator who smirks upon eye contact. He griped the stick tightly, standing above her at the staggering height difference.

“You have to be quieter Y/n! You gave away your position and you were running around like a baby Talioang. Just because you are in a hurry, doesn’t mean you can forget all your training.” Tarsem teases, his tone playful yet it still had an edge. He was her teacher after all.

Y/n huffs out, shrugging her shoulders in defeat. “I kinda panicked! You vanished. I thought you left me, or worse. Got hurt!” She argues, her lower lip jutting out at the thought of Tarsem hurt. He was like a brother to her. She wouldn’t know what to do if he got hurt.

Her eyes furrow in fear as Tarsem tosses the stick away, taking a step towards her. His eyes softened at her words but the smirk has yet to leave his face. He ruffles his hand through her locks, effectively removing some leaves that was struck in between them.

“I’m a great warrior Y/n. You gotta have more faith in your teacher. One day, I’ll be the Ole’tekayan’s right hand man! You’ll see” He beams at the thought, causing a smile to twitch at Y/n’s lips. Y/n knew of his dream, and she believed it would come true one day.

Despite being 16 years old, Tarsem was a a force to be reckoned with. His skills separated him from all the other children in his age group, rivalling some adults even. He was allowed on hunts and raids due to all his accomplishments. Not only was he a great hunter, but also a great teacher. He had many students who worshiped him. He had also already gotten many blessings from his elders, Jake Sully included.

They nicknamed him ‘Tarsem the wise’. He was calm, collected, and ruthless when need be. He was wise for his age, which the Na’vi were proud of.

Y/n’s eyes gloss over with admiration at the boy, the boy who was a man now. The very same boy who took her in under his wing to train, to become strong like him. She was grateful.

Losing her parents to the Great War , Y/n had been raised by Tarsem’s parents. Their families were really close, and when Y/n’s parents bravery cost them their life they in-trusted their only daughter to Tarsem’s parents. Granted they did a great job raising her, but so did the clan.

The Omatikaya banded together to collectively raise her, she learned how to weave from Naya’il, she learned how to mount a Pa'li by Ma’luk and she also received Tsahik trainings from Mo’at herself. Who was very fond of Y/n’s mother. The girl was raised with love and affection in many manners, that’s why she felt so compelled to become as strong as possible. To protect her people, her clan.

All that was remanning was being a warrior, which she always wanted to be, ever since she had bagan watching Tarsem show great promise. She wanted to become like him, be strong and noble on her own so the aching hole in her heart can be mended once she is truly happy. Truly gaining her spot amongst her people.

She felt as though if she achieved the most, she could feel closer to her deceased parents. Her father was a great warrior, known for his strength and bravery. And her mother was a great healer, Mo'at's student who had been just as great. She grew up hearing their praises, which only motivated the girl to make her parents proud. Thus gaining the love and fondness from within the clan.

Even Jake and Neytiri were fond of her, though busy with Olo'eyktan duties and taking care of their children, they always included Y/n for training and even dinners. That being said, Y/n was a very friendly child growing up. Everyone was her friend, everyone ended up becoming her friend. She had this calming air around her, letting those near her feel at ease. She was very close to Kiri, and loved Lo’ak thinking of him as her baby brother though he was only 2 years younger. Then there is-

“Tarsem?” A voice calls, stepping into the clearing. His expression of question quickly turned to that of distaste once his yellow hues handed on Y/n. Scrunching his nose in mild disgust. His eyes trail from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. He snorts in annoyance at the leaves that were caught within her locks and the mud splattered all over her body.

He averts his eyes quickly with a prominent scowl. As if the mere sight of her caused his entire mood to sour. He looks up at Tarsem, who was waiting patiently for his next words.

“I was looking for you. I didn’t know you were….busy” he says carefully, rolling his eyes slightly. Y/n looks down at the mud between her toes. Shuffling from foot to foot uncomfortably. She didn’t know what she had done, but the eldest sons distaste for her was very obvious. It was as if he never tried hiding it. And she didn’t know why.

“I’m sorry Neteyam. I was training Y/n. Did you need me for something?” Tarsem replies casually, not noticing the underlying tension in the air. Neteyam huffs disapprovingly. He glares at Y/n, a sneer almost breaking through.

“Why are you training her? She cannot even wield a bow” he points out causing Y/n to flinch. She looks up, her eyes meeting those of pure hate. She swallows nervously. She wanted to respond back, but something about Neteyam’s eyes and the stiffness in his posture caused her mouth to clamp shut.

Tarsem’s tail twitches at his tone but he chooses to hold his tongue. He was speaking to the figure Olo'eyktan. The very leader he hoped to one day gain the respect of. Neteyam was already doing great at 9 years old. Being able to wield a bow and his precision being out of this world. He seemed to have inherited his mothers archery skills. He was already starting off so strong, who knew what he would accomplish as he grew up to become a man.

“Well, Y/n is my student. I’m obligated to train her. You didn’t state why you are here? Alone.” Taresem takes a step forward standing in front of a shocked Y/n. Squeaking at the sudden movement she keeps her head low. Not bothering to see how the eldest son of Toruk Makto would react.

“I was hoping to train with you. Father wishes for me to polish off my skills. I don’t see why you are busy with her when you could be with me. I’d give you far less trouble” Neteyam says calmly. Tarsem nods in understanding. He didn’t want to argue. If Neteyam wanted to practice with him he’d do so in a heartbeat.

Tarsem looks over his shoulder at Y/n who realizes her session with Tarsem had ended before it even started. Her eyes wide with sadness as she awaits his final orders. She couldn’t help but jut her lower lip out in a pout, her ears laying flat against her head.

“I’ll stay back with Neteyam. Please get home safely Y/n. I promise to make this class up to you” he says softly. Y/n nods mechanically. She doesn’t spare Neteyam a glance before she sprints away from the clearing.

Her eyes stung with embarrassment and anger. Who was he to talk about her like that? Regard her in such a way? What has she ever done to him? She was older, why didn’t he respect her? And why did he ruin her training session, the session she’s been looking forward to all week.

Angrily wiping her tears away Y/n marches her way home. The only home she knew of, Tarsem’s families hut. As she disappears she couldn’t help but feel the burning sensation of someones eyes on her.

She knew it was Neteyam. It was always Neteyam, always glaring at her as if her presence was of that of a pest. Y/n's eyes squint with determination. She didn’t care when, she didn’t care how long it would take. She vowed to become the best warrior possible, for her people. To honor her parents. For her family that raised her. And so Neteyam could maybe one day learn to respect her.

As a warrior of the Omaticaya.

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A/N: HIIII!!! I hope you guys enjoyed the prologue of ‘My Dearly Detested’. It’s going to be a 7-part Mini Series, where each part will be roughly 1-3k words each. I also have some information that you guys should know for the next chapter:

There is a 10 year time-skip from the Prologue to Part One

The ages will be: Y/n (20) is 1year older then Neteyam (19) and 2years older then Lo’ak (18). Kiri is also (18) and Tuk is (10). Tarsem (26) has a 6year age gap with Y/n.

#avatar #avatar x reader #avatar x y/n #avatar the way of water x reader #avatar the way of water #atwow x reader #atwow x y/n #neteyam #neteyam x reader #neteyam x y/n #neteyam fanfiction #neteyam x na'vi!reader #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #enimes to lovers #love #romance #angst #lo'ak #lo'ak x reader #avatar james cameron

[jtl-fics]

Fluent Freshman - Part 18

PREVIOUS

Weirdly enough the only thing that FF can think of as they head down the stairs is the first Saw movie.

That one happened IN a bathroom right? He kind of watched all of them in a row to prepare himself for whatever Andrew might decide to do to him. But he’s near positive that one happened in a bathroom. It was derelict and he didn’t think it really had running water (or did it? Didn’t the guy wake up in a half-full tub? His memory is hazy in his bathroom related desperation and may be trying to protect him from thinking about water).

All leading to the main thought going through his head as he slowly headed down the narrow stairway to his death.

Would Andrew let him use the facilities before he’s handcuffed to a pipe?

The worst part about all of this is that he is not sure if he needs to take a dump or if he just needs to fart, he knows he has to take a piss. He’s read that when you die your body will relax and it’ll all just flow out of you and Nicky gave him these pants so he feels bad but he also does not want to face his death without pants. If he needs to take a shit then they’re definitely going to be absolutely ruined, if it’s a fart well…Andrew can’t kill him any further? He can mutilate his corpse a little but FF won’t be around to experience it.

No matter what he’s definitely going to piss himself. He had way too much water at Sweeties trying to consume the spicy ice cream.

You may be wondering why FF has not run away from his predicament and is walking down these steps without protest or comment or plea for his life.

First of all he is pretty sure that if he makes any sudden movements he will ruin these pants that Nicky bought for him. Second of all Andrew had already told him once that he wouldn’t accept any pleading for mercy he still remembers how he asked Andrew, “Please give me back my pen?” and Andrew had shot him a look that had his stomach cramp and his fingers itch for the bottle sweet pink relief in his backpack.

“I don’t like that word, don’t use it around me.” He said.

FF ever the pragmatic sort, “Which one?” He had asked because he had said a few, “I don’t want there to be a misunderstanding.” He followed up with when Andrew glowered at him only for the glare’s intensity to increase 10 fold.

“Don’t use the first word of your first statement or the last word of your second.” Andrew grit out and got up to leave without a word.

Message received loud and clear Andrew did NOT like words ‘Please’ or ‘Misunderstanding’.

So FF knows that any pleading for mercy would ABSOLUTELY result in Andrew not letting him take a bathroom break before him and Captain Neil make destroying him into a couple activity. The fact that Captain Neil is here is a bit of a shock but maybe Captain Neil has finally gotten the other Freshman Dealer up to snuff.

Maybe Kevin really did want to dissect him to figure out how Strikers keep passing straight to him?

They reach the door at the bottom of the stairs.

Ah, time to face the music.

At least he’d texted Gran that he was going to die when they had gotten into the club and the bathroom had not made itself readily apparent. Sure it was about his current ‘gotta piss / gotta shit’ situation but he’d been wise to keep his cause of death vague in that text.

The door opens and…

This is the NICEST torture chamber FF has EVER seen. (And after his desperation watch of all the Saw movies he has seen quite a FEW)

“Minyard, Josten, and Guest. Table 6 is yours.” A voice comes from the side and when he looks over there’s a man in quite a nice uniform standing behind a soft-lit bar polishing a glass looking every bit like a bar tender at those high-end places you see in movies. He looks around a bit more and there are some other people down here. It’s not quiet per se but it is a comfortable level of noise in comparison to the IQ dropping noise upstairs.

“C’mon Smith.” Andrew juts his chin towards a table in the back.

FF follows but continues to try and fit this nice little room into his world view.

Do these people watch other people get tortured to death for fun on a Friday night? Unlikely considering the upholstery on the booths and chairs looked like it’d stain if blood got on it. Was this perhaps a trafficking location where Andrew would sell off his organs to the highest bidder? He looked at the other patrons who seemed a bit higher class than the general club scene upstairs but not like they had the money to buy one of his kidneys. Maybe-

“Do not tell Nicky about this place, ever.” Andrew says as they slide into the booth. FF nods but can’t help but tilt his head slightly in an unspoken question, “He would absolutely tell any and everyone about it. Eden’s wants to keep this place a secret from the general public.” Andrew explains.

“Nicky currently thinks that there’s a straight swingers club down here.” Captain Neil says with a huff of laughter.

“Eden’s is cool, even though there’s some sick shit in the basement.” Floats through his head again.

What the fuck was a swinger?

His fingers itch for his phone but he’s currently talking with Andrew and Captain Neil so that’d be rude but they’re talking to him like he absolutely knows what a swinger is and he DOES NOT.

“It’s quieter down here. Figured you’d prefer it.” Andrew says as he gets up and heads towards the bar down here where the bartender was aggressively cutting ice chunks.

He and Captain Neil sit in silence for a few seconds before Captain Neil offers him a slight smile, “I know you’d rather be with your grandma and you and Andrew prefer not to say things out loud but we’ve really liked hanging out with you.” Captain Neil says.

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That’s such a nice thing to say to someone.

Especially someone like FF.

Especially especially when they’re planning on killing him?

He hopes his confusion stays off his face as he nods once. “It’s been fun.” It’s not even really a lie. Thanksgiving yesterday had been nice and loud and FF had missed the chaos of a Family Dinner more than he had ever realized. The car ride had been…a time but once he’d asked Andrew to either keep his eyes on the road or let him out Andrew’s hands had stayed at 10 and 2 and the ride had been smooth. Aaron and Nicky’s weight against him had been nice too, a warm memory before he developed a possible life long aversion to whipped cream. He’d gotten to go Black Friday shopping and Captain Neil even helped carry it home for him. Baking bad been nice even if the stress of doing it with his life on the line was less so. The subsequent nap and day spent doing normal college guy things had been…it’d all been nice.

It’s starting to feel like….

“Drink this.” Andrew puts a drink down in front of him.

No Andrew definitely wants his bladder to burst.

“What is it?” He asks instead looking at the creamy looking drink with suspicion.

Andrew rolls his eyes as he hands Neil a fruity looking drink as he sits with what is a few fingers of scotch. “It’s virgin.” Andrew says not answering the question at all and must pick up that FF won’t be drinking it until he gets the full answer because he continues after a moment, “It’s like a Pina Colada but with bananas instead.” Andrew answers.

It’s not that FF hates banana but why in the world would Andrew grab him this? Was it just one of the few virgins options on this place’s fancy menu or-

“Bananas will help get your stomach acid back down.” Andrew says, “Since you’re an idiot and ate that mango ice cream just because you wanted to impress that girl.” He rolls his eyes.

“Impress that girl?” There weren’t any girls at the table and how in the world would him eating that god-forsaken spicy ice cream impress anyone other than Betsy. Even Betsy would only be impressed by the depths he was willing to reach just to avoid what he perceives as an awkward social situation.

“The waitress.” Neil reminds him as if that cleared anything up.

“Yeah,” he says as if he has understood the conversation but he has not. “It was spicy mango.” He says because maybe if he keeps the conversation going he’ll get enough context clues to understand what might be his last conversation.

Andrew let out a huff of laughter and pushed FF’s drink closer to him, “Drink your fancy Banana smoothie Casanova.” He says.

No closer to understanding the conversation he accepts that it might be something that only becomes clear after he sheds his mortal coil and is no longer given a -10 INT debuff by his full bladder and revolting stomach.

He takes a sip.

Oh that’s actually pretty good.

It feels like he can feel it sizzling in his stomach and soothing the discomfort there. Maybe he should look into Banana smoothies as a replacement for what Abby has called a ‘concerning co-dependence’ in regards to Pepto Bismol. No one can put him on a medical watch if it’s just banana smoothies he’s chugging down like they’re going out of style.

“Thanks,” he says, “that was good.” He admits before reaching into his jacket and moving past the Megamind toy and grabbing his wallet. “What do I owe you for that?” He asks.

“We’re even.” Andrew waves away the money.

“You bought the stuff for breakfast, those brownies, and the pie tomorrow.” Neil says and FF blinks surprised to hear that they were talking about the pie he didn’t think he was going to get the chance to make.

“You don’t need to buy a spot with us.” Andrew says and FF leans back slightly at the intensity on Andrew’s face as he says it. “I invited you here because I wanted to. The brownies were good but if you don’t feel like making the pie tomorrow? It’s not like I’m going to drive you back to Palmetto and leave you on Abby’s doorstep.” He says.

FF feels gears start to turn in his head.

“It’s good pie.” He hears himself say.

“I didn’t even know about the pie when I invited you.” Andrew says and…

Andrew and FF sit in silence but honestly it’s not like Andrew’s sharpening his knives. The two of them mostly just do their own work or read. FF has been getting his German literacy up to snuff so that he can read the language when he goes there to visit Nicky’s fiance next year. He likes how serious Andrew is about learning it so that he doesn’t have to ask Captain Neil a thousand questions and it’d be nice if Andrew wasn’t obviously planning on murdering him.

Andrew brings dried apples and sends Captain Neil along with probiotic yogurts to their meetings. Both of those things tend to soothe his stomach and the yogurt that had been unflavored before was now vanilla which he liked a fair bit. It would have been a really nice gesture if it wasn’t for the fact that Andrew was making fun of his tummy troubles.

Andrew will put his foot down in practice sometimes when Kevin is getting too demanding wanting to know exactly how FF intercepted his passes to Neil. Kevin always backs off and Andrew will do the same when Jack starts to get a little too personal in his attacks at FF or when Sheena decides she’s going to be a bitch. It’d be nice if it wasn’t Andrew staking his claim that he was the one who was going to make FF’s life miserable.

Andrew drove FF around for an hour after Greg had shown up. He found out later from one of his friends that Andrew had threatened Greg after he had power walked away into the building. Andrew had driven him around and had only started heading towards the tower when FF had relaxed. It would have been nice if Andrew wasn’t trying to lure him into a false sense of security.

Andrew had invited him to his Family’s house over Thanksgiving when the bad storm had ruined his Thanksgiving plans. Andrew had threatened Jack to stop him from eating his Grandma’s pie and complaining about it. Andrew had stopped messing around with Captain Neil when FF had made it clear he was uncomfortable being in a car where the driver wasn’t paying attention to the road. Andrew had twice made him go to bed in the last couple hours.

It’d be nice if…

“We’ve really liked hanging out with you” Captain Neil had said.

Andrew was just trying to be nice.

Embarrassment rolls over him like a wave but FF has many years of pretending like he’s not going to die from embarrassment, “Thanks for inviting me. I’ll still probably make the pie tomorrow.” He offers.

Andrew’s eyes change slightly and FF is under the impression that he’s happy to hear that.

“Just enjoy your drink Smith.” Andrew says.

FF does go back to sipping his drink and letting more and more memories of things Andrew had done come to him and lets his embarrassment grow.

He finishes his drink and only then realizes that he is a code red in terms of bladder capacity. The new knowledge that this is not a torture chamber but in fact yet another overture of friendship from Andrew paired with his desperation finally loosens the question from his mouth, “Where’s the bathroom here?” He asks.

“There isn’t one downstairs but just head up stairs and hug the wall to the left.” Captain Neil answers.

“Bring your phone. If Frank doesn’t recognize you to let you back in.” Andrew reminds him.

FF nods and heads out of the club and up the stairs.

He might be doing a bit of a potty dance so he forces himself to become unnoticeable because he does not need cool people at a cool club to see him about to piss himself. Once he enters into a stealth mode that the United States Military would like to talk to him about he hugs the wall and nearly cries tears of relief when he sees a door labelled MEN.

He doesn’t think about the possibility of letting up on stealth mode because he is sure that he is about to make a face that he does NOT want any human being to see when he unzips his pants and starts to take the world’s most life-affirming piss on the planet.

As his bladder empties his brain is able to process the understanding that he had come to down in the basement he had thought would be his final resting place.

Andrew has been trying to be nice (and succeeding it was all so nice! He feels like an asshole! He is an asshole! Gran always told him that assuming makes an Ass out of U and Me. He had just thought it was funny grandma humor not valuable life advice!)

The night wasn’t going to end with Andrew’s knife in his stomach, it was probably just going to end with Nicky puking on his shoes (which is fine because these are the shoes Nicky was letting him borrow for the club anyways, they’re his shoes to puke onto.)

A secondary relief fills his system. His stomach, soothed by the Banana smoothie and now this, feels like it might actually let him live through the night.

While FF was distracted with a piss that would have made any number of cult leaders jealous with the number of divine revelations he was experiencing he failed to notice a second man enter the bathroom.

There was a reason that FF always ALWAYS became noticeable when he was at a urinal and the man who came to the urinal right next to him was showcasing that VERY reason.

He was trapped here for at least ten more seconds and he could hear the man grumbling distractedly but didn’t really pay it too much attention until…

“Fucking Wesninski Brat.” He grumbled under his breath.

Oh god dammit.

NEXT

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#Fluent Freshman AU #FINALLY CAN PUT DOWN MY TAGS #You have no idea the number of times that I had to sing hollaback girl to myself during this #It was B-A-N-A-N-A-S #We have now closed the 'Andrew is going to crazy murder me' emotional arc #The 'Oh god if Andrew or Neil find out that I know Russian they're going to stop being my friends and hate me' arc begins #He's gotten a confirmed 3 friends today #And he got to go to the bathroom #He's riding a high #Not only is it 3 friends it is 3 friends who like him enough to invite him to spend the holiday break together #That's so nice #Andrew is so nice #FF cannot BELIEVE he thought Andrew 'eat these dried apples' Minyard was going to stab him #Captain Neil is lucky to have him #Also Andrew is lucky to have Captain Neil #Neil and Andrew are definitely down in the Speakeasy right now enjoying FF's bathroom break #Andrew's ordered FF another round of Banana daiquiri #Andrew: I can't believe he ate that ice cream. His stomach must have been killing him. #Neil: Yeah he was really pale and sweaty until he started drinking that banana drink #Neil: I'm a little worried about Smith finding the bathroom. Maybe I should go up? #Andrew hand on Neil's thigh: he'll be fine. We can go look if he's not back in 10. #AFTG AU #AFTG OC #AFTG #AFTG Shitpost #AFTG Fic #My Fic #Andreil #FF - Pt.18

[huanted-dennys]

i was rewatching rotb cause i’m having a bad day and i know we all understand that this version of mirage is very different then the idw and g1 depiction, when it comes to personality

g1 mirage is very aloof and proper and rotb is pretty much the exact opposite

so it’s natural to think they are different in other aspects such as his skills and stealth as an autobot and we see this in the way the other autobots talk about mirage

“mirage isn’t exactly known for being quiet” -Arcee (my queen )

“Way to be incognito” -optimus (and his general attitude towards mirage)

i’m sure there’s more quotes i had to stop watching half way through cause i had to do something

And at first glance you’d think they would have good reason to think that

rotb mirage gives off an air of not giving a shit about what people think, he’s loud, makes jokes and laughs at inappropriate times, and he has a goddamn Porsche as an alt.

on the other hand g1 mirage, as i said before, is quiet, aloof, and very stiff socially wise when it comes to other autobots and to top it off was in spec-ops (his entire job was to not be noticeable)

it also reflects in how their outlier abilities differs (as it’s often changed up from continuity to continuity)

you wouldn’t fault the autobots for thinking that mirage wouldn’t be very good at keeping a low profile

but when i was rewatching i noticed that, they’re very off the mark

yes he loud and gives off the annoying brother vibes but when it comes to laying low he does it very well

e.g

- when we first see mirage he’s hiding in his alt mode (a Porsche) and at first it seems like a bad choice but he hides in an area (rich person garage) where there’s heavy security and other just as flashy cars where not a lot of people would come through casually, so it’s not the worst hiding spot

- when noah first try’s to break in, he doesn’t freak out or try to scare him off, which he could’ve done cause it was legit just him and noah down there, just re locks his doors. when he does get in and starts to hot wire him he again doesn’t freak out and just lets noah think he’s a normal ass car. he only goes off when security comes up and points a gun at noah

- when noah and mirage are on the bridge running from the cops, the cop taps the back of mirage and swings him around and when noah freaks out and asks him to “do somEthinG pLeAse!” he turns his lights on FIRST so the cop doesn’t see and then transformers around noah

-before he uses his holograms when running from the cops he waits for a truck to block the cops view before he projects his holograms

- when the autobots are arguing over how to get the key from the  museum it’s mirage that suggests they use noah “He can fit through one of those little doors take the key and leave a nice little “iou” :3”

-when noah and mirage go to break in noah starts freaking out a bit and tells mirage he has to “switch it up, turn into a boat or a helicopter or something” but what does mirage do? turns into a god damn garbage truck

-when elena noah and the autobots first get to peru wheeljack brings up the celebration that closes up pretty much the whole city cause there’s just so many people in the streets. it’s MIRAGE that suggests a night mission and it’s OPTIMUS that doesn’t want to (noah was the one to suggest he and elena go)

again i’m sure there’s more but i’m tired and i gotta finish rewatching it

i just love the idea that this stupid man is one of the sneakiest of the autobots stuck on earth

#transformers #tf #rotb #tf rotb #transformers rise of the beasts #rotb spoilers #mirage #tf mirage #plz let this man have a spec ops background like his g1 counter part

[enchantedgrunge]

💖 Snapshot (Idol!Hyunlix x Reader) 💖

Chapter Three - Something New - MDNI

Paring: Idol!Lee Felix x Reader x Idol!Hyunjin (Some Hyunlix action)

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: SMUT! Please MDNI. Cussing, smut, threesome, mild degrading?? (Idk if anything else please lmk)

A/N: Thank you so much for waiting and for the positive feedback from the first two chapters. This is my first time in about 8 years writing NSFW content so if its not the greatest that's why! I'm definitely starting off small with the scene before jumping in full force! Also thank you to my friend for proof reading / helping me flesh some ideas out! Enjoy!

You followed behind Hyunjin laughing with Felix about some video he was showing you. Hyunjin was happy to see you both connecting in this way, but he still felt a bit jealous to not be the focus of both your attention. He had woken up this morning with you in his arms and now you were laughing with someone else like he didn’t exist. “Come on guys.” He says setting the stuff down in the practice room and sitting down to stretch. You followed Hyunjin’s directions, never taking your eyes off him as he instructed you on the proper way to stretch so you didn’t get hurt.

(Gotta use your imagination with this photo)

Hyunjin stood up to stretch his upper body and smiled at you. “I’m glad you both are feeling better.” He said as he watched you and Felix talk about something he didn’t really understand. You smiled brightly and stood up, going over and wrapping your arms around the taller man. “It’s all ‘cause of you Hyun!” You said with a giggle, kissing his cheek causing him to blush. “Yeah Hyun, it's all because of you.” Felix teased the nickname you had used as he stood up to go turn on the music. “We are going to start with just some warm up dances that we normally do after longer breaks.” Felix says as he begins to dance to the song. Hyunjin notices the way you are watching the two of them in the mirror. The light blush dusting your cheeks and the way you can’t seem to stay still. He smirks a bit and looks subtly at Felix who is also watching you in the mirror. He hums to himself thinking he might have caught on to you checking them out. He starts to think back on the last few weeks and the fact that you have been extra cuddly with him, more than the other 7 guys. He also thinks back to last night, you asking him to stay with you threw his feelings for a loop, but he thinks you might have the same ones. 

They go through the song a few times with you just watching before they have you join so that they can figure out where you are skill wise. You catch on fairly quickly, glad you took a few dance classes a few years ago that helped with this moment. You wanted to impress them, honestly you were having some odd feelings about liking and enjoying watching both the men in front of you. Eventually the music fades for the fourth time and you sit down on the couch already exhausted. You blush as you look up seeing Hyunjin tie his hair up and Felix push his sweaty locks out of his eyes.  “I thought you said you had never danced before?” Felix says, smiling brightly, grabbing everyone a bottle of water. “Oh, I took a few dance classes back in the states but I never did anything further.” You said as Hyunjin sits beside you and Felix decides to plop down on the floor in between your legs. You can’t help but smile at the fact that he’s been more cuddly with you and he truly seems to be okay with doing it as well. 

Hyunjin watches as your hand moves through Felix’s hair pushing some behind his ear and he can’t help but smirk a little cause he knows how much the younger male likes that. Felix leans back onto the couch yawning as he closes his eyes, taking a little rest. He shivers as your hand moves down through his hair making a light blush on his cheeks, you don’t notice but Hyunjin does. He definitely can tell you have some type of crush or feelings for him by the way you’ve been acting and now he has the thought you feel the same about Felix. There continues to be some light conversation and some light flirting happens between everyone as Hyunjin and Felix compliment the way you move and how you dance. As this is happening Hyunjin gets an idea and decides he needs to talk to Felix to see if he’s game to test his theory. As he is trying to think of a way to talk to Felix without you overhearing, you tap Felix’s head. “Get up silly, I need to use the restroom.” He moves to your spot once you get up leaning his head on Hyunjin’s shoulder. “Hm Lix, I have a feeling our new photographer has some developing feelings for us.” He says, causing Felix to sit up wide-eyed. “Shit Hyun always so fucking forward” He mutters as he looks at him softly. “But, you really think so?” Hyunjin nodded, “The way she was watching us says enough.” He looks at the younger male, “B-but both of us are you sure?” Felix stutters and then starts muttering about how that would even work and wouldn’t someone end up getting hurt in the long run and that he couldn’t do anything if it would hurt Hyunjin. Hyunjin stopped his rambling and chuckled. “Let me worry about it, if you trust me I want to try something okay?” He asks the other male who nods quickly. “Of course I trust you Hyunjin.” 

You come back in and smile at the two males, finishing off your water. “Okay we are going to kick things up a notch, you can watch a few times and see if you can pick up like you did with the practice dances. Hyunjin said as he got up and went to switch the music on the laptop. Him and Felix got up into position beside each other. Your eyes widened as the intro to Taste started to play and a blush spread across your cheeks. You had wanted to learn a song of theirs but, this is not the song you were expecting.

“Fake eyes open” 

The song rang through the surround sound as your eyes focused on the two men in front of you. You had watched this dance a hundred times but getting a literal show of it had your breathing picking up and you discreetly pressing your thighs together. You wished you had worn pants instead of shorts today cause it made the action more visible.

“Just look at me, babe, day and night”

Your heart was beginning to race faster as you noticed Hyunjin was watching your reaction in the mirror. This made you blush and you tried to stop squeezing your thighs and focus on their dancing. You were failing miserably. Hyunjin thought he picked up on your behavior changing a bit while watching them dance but he wanted to get you a bit more worked up before he acted on it.

After watching through once Hyunjin came over and got you, “Okay just follow us.” He said as he began showing you the dance moves. You were picking up on the moves and were doing pretty well until your attention focused on one of them. That's when he watched as you fumbled a bit on the parts where you had to move your hips. He wondered what was going on in your head to fumble during these parts. After the 4th time you missed the mark on your own hip movements because you were too distracted by theirs, he was a bit frustrated, though not angry. He decided to take matters into his own hands, in a more literal sense. “Y/N, I know you know how to move your hips.” He grumbled, and moved behind you, grabbing your hips. You let out a soft gasp as he moved your hips to the music’s beat. At the same time he essentially grinded your hips against his own making you break out into a deeper blush when you felt he was semi-hard through his sweats. Hyunjin let out a soft breath before looking at Felix, whose eyes were wide and blown out, obviously affected by what he was seeing. “Tell me to stop,” He muttered as he placed a soft kiss on your neck. Instead of stopping him you pushed your hips back into him making him chuckle. “I knew you could use your hips baby.” He smirked looking at Felix motioning for him to come over. Hyunjin’s head was going crazy, “You wanna stand there and watch or come over here too?” He asked Felix who nodded, blushing deeply. Hyunjin smirked, his eyes fully on you looking for any sign of disinterest in the suggestion or discomfort. He would stop immediately if you even seemed the smallest bit uncomfortable. However, you seemed game for it too when your hands went to Felix’s chest as he walked over. “Are you going to help too, Lix?” Felix watched as your hands rubbed over his chest and he looked to Hyunjin for direction. “Kiss her neck like this.” Hyunjin said, demonstrating on the other side of your neck what Felix should do. He did as he had shown him and Hyunjin turned your head and placed his lips on yours kissing you with a heated rush. Your hips pushed back into Hyunjins as you kissed him back quickly feeling him fully hard against your ass. You couldn’t help but smirk at the fact that you did that, your hands on Felix’s chest moved under his shirt. Feeling his warm chiseled body against hands made you shiver with the thoughts of what was to come. 

“Do you want to get on your knees for us baby?” Hyunjin asked wanting consent from you before they did anything further. “Yes, god yes.” Felix moved so he was beside Hyunjin and you turned to face them before slipping down onto your knees, feeling both of them over their sweats. “You have us both so worked up, pretty.” Hyunjin smirked as one hand went to your hair as you pulled down their sweats revealing both of them to the cool air in the dance room. You let out a small gasp at the sight of them. Hyunjin was definitely bigger than Felix but both were decent sizes. You were honestly in a bit of shock that this was actually happening as you began to stroke them both to the rhythm of the song playing through the room. You hummed and placed soft kisses onto Felix’s tip causing the younger man to whine out. God you could get used to that sound. You looked up to him for permission and once he nodded, you were slipping your mouth around him causing him to moan out your name. Hyunjin watched and couldn’t help as he got more turned on by what he was witnessing. 

Hyunjin placed his hand on the back of Felix’s neck causing the younger to look his way. Felix’s blown out eyes were something Hyunjin wanted to see more often. He smirked at the thought of that happening. “Tell me to stop,” He muttered again to Felix this time as he leaned in, placing his lips on the younger males. Felix was in heaven at this point trying to focus on you and Hyunjin, he let out a soft whimper at something you were doing causing Hyunjin’s tongue to slip into his mouth. Felix pulled back to look down at you, he was met with your eyes and a view that made him nearly cum. You were watching them intently as you took him in your mouth wanting to please him. “I-I’m gonna…” Felix couldn’t get it all out before he was cumming down your throat and you gladly swallowed giggling a bit as you turned your focus onto Hyunjin. Felix watched you and then  looked at Hyunjin, his face going bright red. “What’s wrong baby?” Hyunjin asked as his free hand went down to slip into your hair as your lips wrapped around his cock. “I- can I help?” Felix asked with wide eyes. The question made Hyunjin groan and you felt him twitch in your mouth. “Fuck yeah you can, get on your knees for me Lixie.” Felix slipped down beside you and you pulled off Hyunjin’s cock so you could share with Felix. Your mind was racing because this is probably the hottest thing you've ever done. You both worked Hyunjin to his release which ended up down your throat like Felix’s. Hyunjin helped you and Felix stand up and proceeded to kiss you both lovingly. “We’ll talk back at the dorm.” He said softly as you both cuddled into him. Each of you knew this conversation needed to happen plus Hyunjin and Felix didn’t get a chance to please you but they knew that was too risky for the dance room. 

(Lee Know being sneaky)

Eventually after getting cleaned up and situated you three were in a cuddle pile in the middle of the dance room just talking quietly amongst one another. No one heard when the door creaked open a bit and Lee Know peaked his head in a smirk falling on his face as he saw the three of you. He chuckled quietly to himself and closed the door knowing he had won the bet. 

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[fitzs-space]

Watched Labyrinth last night with @galacticjay1, and my brain worms took over.

So woe, hermitcraft Labyrinth au be upon ye

Gem as Sarah, main character energy unfortunately but someone's gotta do it. she's the type to just end up in situations. that way the baby Toby can be her puppy Winnie. [alt option would have been Scott, cause Scott's got the vibe to just be in places, but he could not be bothered to actually go through the labyrinth]

Bdubs as Hoggle, just look at him. the tolken short guy whos forced to help and will complain every step of the way about it, and will completely kissass up to their boss. Also both having a prized possession always kept at their side [the Clock, and the bundle of jewelry]

Scar as Jareth the Goblin King, Yea. Who else.

Etho as Ludo, just vibes really. Quiet dude willing to help and can just do wild shit for no good reason. [alt option was Doc, cause he's got the tall brute force energy to him as well, by they said it didn't fit. Docs got more of a higher energy to him then what would fit]

Rens Sir Didymus, Dog Knight. eccentric mf who screams out soliloquys going on about saving the fair madden they have devoted their time and service to, is that Sir Didymus or Ren? yes. Ok those are the main ones, now onto the other characters met in the labyrinth in approximate order of appearance

Xisuma is the worm. look at that mf and tell me I am wrong, one of the lines is this dude asking Sarah to come in for a cup of tea. Id apologize to the Xisuma enjoyers, but this is tumbler and people know he's a bit of a wet paper bag kinda guy.

Impulse and Skizz are the door Guards, The guards have no idea what's going on and neither do those two. I know its Technically the "Four Guards" and It could be team Zits, but the vibe isn't there fully. the type of mfs to mislead someone by pure accident[Skizz], and also cause its a lil funny[Impulse]

Martin as the False Alarms, their entire roll is to dramatically shout false warnings at the people who pass. If I didn't make the man who abuses the voice effects on his GoXLR as the rocks who wait to shout at people, I'd be making a mistake. [listener ass bitch] Also there is straight up a line where one of them goes "oh please, we don't get to shout these very often, its only our job" in some posh voice, then go back to the deep dramatic shouting. and that's just Martin man.

Grian and Mumbo as the Door Knockers, vibes [its also funny to make everyone's favorite guys as characters only seen for five minuets at most] If any two guys are going to be subjected to living their life forever constantly shouting at each other barely being able to understand what the other is saying, it'd be those two. Grian would be the Left, would also scream if he couldn't hear someone [Watcher allegations also] Mumbo as right because the ring in his mouth could be drawn as his mustache

Tango's a Firey, look at him. Cartoon ass bitch, the entire scuffed greenscreen dance sequence is on par with his thumbnails. I know there are supposed to be five of the dudes, but shhhh Zedaph would also fit with these fuckers. the type of guy who could probably detach his head, but still knows that there are manners and its rude to throw someone else's head

Pearl as the Junk Lady, she's the cleaning lady and collects trash, was it ever a question? And Pearls gremlin voice is the exact same as the Junk lady's voice

Doc's the lil fairies at the beginning of the labyrinth, everyone say thank you to Doccy for butterfly truthing Doc.

Jellie as just all the goblins, Scar the Jellie king instead of the Goblin king. The threat of Winnie getting turned into a cat is kinda funny, also there's the Humongous? that's a Jellie panda

the only main characters Im missing is the Wise Man and the Hat, I just do not know who to put them as, maybe Xb and Keralis cause of vibe? or Xb and Hypno cause of the horsehead farms bit. I do not know.

All that will come from this is me maybe drawing Ren and Scar as the characters, feel free to do what you want with this, my brain just needed to scream about this really

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #labyrinth #dont ask man #Hermit labyrinth au #got my grubby minecraft enjoying hands on the silly david bowie puppet movie #im not tagging the characters

[sciencewithottsnpotts]

The Family Business

Criminal Minds x Winchester!Sister

BAU Team x Supernatural Reader

Saving People Part Three and Final Ending to the Saving People Trilogy :)

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What an accomplishment it was, to be 19 and living a good life. You were interning at a law firm when your Boss got called in on a priority case, and you were the lucky duck who got to go with him to carry around all his paperwork. But you didn't mind- cause you knew pencil pushing would eventually lead to taking leads on cases. Normally, your Boss worked on the side of the DA's office, prosecuting criminals to the full extent of the law. But this case was an exception. Y'all had been hired to be counsel to a suspect in a major murder investigation. And low and behold, the group of individuals running the case just so happened to be the FBI's BAU.

You watched Hotch's reaction as your Boss pushed past him into the interrogation room to interrupt Derek Morgan in his stare down with your new client. All of the agents that currently occupied the room looked affronted but unsurprised at your Boss's appearance. Though none noticed you standing in the doorway until a certain computer tech had to get into the room.

"Excuse me. So sorry," she sang as she glided into the room. It was then that a certain individual with eidetic memory turned around and saw your face.

"Y/n Winchester?"

That name had everyone whipping around. Your smile was genuine as you gazed back on them.

"Hello guys. Long time no see."

"Winchester? Why does that sound so familiar?" Came Garcia's cheery voice.

"Because we got to work together 4 years ago. On what the news dubbed the "Sacrificial Spree Murders" that consumed upwards of 80 deaths once you got those perpetrators to confess."

"Holy shit. That's right!" Emily Prentiss's face was kind even in its shock. Though everyone's perceptions changed when Hotch spoke.

"I also recall you conveniently disappearing when said confessions happened before you went MIA for 6 months."

You couldn't help but blush at that. "Heh- yeah. Fight or flight- ya know? You no longer needed me with those confessions, and I was getting antsy from having been in the same place for too long. So- I bolted. Besides. I didn't need you guys tracking me to figure out where I parked my car or putting a gps device in the wheel well. I know you're with the government- and that's exactly why I didn't trust you."

"Fair enough I guess," commented JJ. "Especially since those guys got effectively sentenced without your testimony. My question would be- why are you here now?"

All attention was on Jennifer Jareu as she asked that question. But before you could answer, distinct yelling came from the interrogation room where your Boss was making his way to the door with your new client.

"Interrogating my client without offer to counsel is against this man's given rights. It is because of this we will be taking our leave unless you can provide a valid warrant for his arrest?"

Before Hotch could get a word in edge-wise your Boss paced forward.

"Exactly what I thought. Here is my card," with a snap of his fingers you had handed him a business card to give to Hotch, "And you can contact me or my intern with any future desires to reach out to my client. Good day, Agent Hotchner." And just like that he was marching out with the potential Unsub in tow.

"Aaaaaaaand that's my cue. Gotta follow the boss cause I have the keys to the Mercedes. It was nice seeing you guys- though I don't know if I'd call this "better circumstances". I guess I'll be seeing you around. Bye!"

And just as suddenly as you'd appeared to them, you were gone.

"Who the hell was that?" Came Morgan's voice as he stared around at his team as they watched the practical (familiar) teenager leave the room.

"That," explained Rossi, "Was one Ms. Y/N Winchester."

"Wait- Winchester as in that psycho-genius from that Sacrificial Murder Spree?"

"The very one- so it would seem." Prentiss said, a quizzical look on her face.

"What the hell is she doing working in a law firm? More importantly how? She's like 18!"

"If memory serves she would actually be 19 going on 20 as she had turned 16 by the time the case was wrapping up." Spencer buttoned his suit jacket, as he collected his bag and made his way from the observation room, now made obsolete with no one to observe.

The rest of the team merely looked at each other, before following him out to re-strategize in the conference room.

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"Winchester," you're boss said, as you drove him and your client to the hotel. You looked up into the rear view, as he was sat in the back conspiring with the potential Unsub.

"Yes, sir," you acknowledged.

"Do me a favor when we get back to the hotel and call up your brother. We're going to need all the assistance we can on this one, if we're going against the FBI instead of working with them."

A trickling sense of unease slithered down your spine and coiled in your stomach. Call my brother?

"My – uh – brother sir?"

"Yes, Samuel."

Sammy, you want to say. "And why would we need him, sir?"

The look on your boss's face is incredulous. "Why would- you think you got hired because of your grades kid? Shit no, this industry is all about connections. Winchester is a powerful name in these courts. You're here so I have a solid line directly to the big man. So call him. We'll need all the wisdom we can get."

"Yes, sir. Will do." Is all you can say. Samuel Winchester the Lawyer? What kind of weird alternate reality was this? Did you fuck with the wrong dragon that stole a magical charm and get thrust into another world that mimics this one?

No, you think, you remember too much, and far too little at the same time. Because that's the truth. You remember your mother and her funeral. Your father and your brothers. Dean's mother hen attitude, Sam's healthy fitness lifestyle. Hunting. You remember all of it. You even remember Dean taking the Mark. The demon possessing him. Hell- literally. You even remember the case with the BAU. Every last detail of it. Getting captured, getting the girls out, going to the police, and...

You don't remember actually catching the bad guys.

But the BAU did! They said you bolted. And that sounds like something you'd do, but you can't actually remember it.

Why can't you remember it?!

"Winchester- watch out!"

"What?"

The sound of a truck horn has you zoning back in, though too late. You swerve, in an attempt to avoid the head on collision, and instead loose control of the vehicle, speeding uncontrollably off the edge into a deep forested drop below. There's screaming, and yelling, and a whole lot of fear.

This is not how I thought I'd go out! You think, closing your eyes and bracing for impact.

You feel yourself fall, and hit the ground. But it's far more mild than you expected. There's no screaming any more, no smoke. In fact, you're lying on linoleum tiles.

"Oh gosh, I am so sorry, are you ok miss?" You know that voice.

You pick your head and yourself from the ground, to see Spencer Reid of the BAU, reaching around a door, shock and remorse clear in his eyes.

"Uh, yeah. I'm ok, I think."

There it was again, the coiling unease, it was growing.

"Ah, Ms. Winchester, what brings you back to the precinct?"

You look around, surprised to see that, yes, you are back in the precinct. The one you had just left yesterday. When you got in a car crash.... Only you didn't.

Why were you back?

"We've brought back our client," your boss says behind you, exasperated.

Suspicion crosses Spencer's features, "Pray tell, for what reason. For you both left quite confident and angered yesterday."

"He wishes to make a deal." came another voice further down the hall your boss was standing in.

Your blood runs cold. You know that voice. Leaning around your boss, you see, of all people, Sam Winchester. And he's in a suit. And his hair- oh Chuck his hair!! It's cut short, and slicked back. He- he- he looks- jeez, he looks like a prick.

It doesn't take long for everyone to gather in the conference room, a camera set up in the corner, to record the whole room and this odd interaction. You sat against the same wall the cameras on, claiming to stay in the back ground to observe. Which, technically isn't wrong.

You were mostly trying to figure out, what in all of HELLS HALF ACRE WAS GOING ON!!

You were silently freaking out, and don't know how you managed to keep your face so neutral. Cause there was Sammy. Your brother Sam, dressed up in an expensive pin-stripe suit, hair all wrong, face too cold, working with your boss and client (do you even know their names?? Who are these people?) sitting across from the FB-fucking-I!

How do you not remember anything before this. Why don't you remember the arrests from the Murder Spree case like the team does?? Why didn't you die last night when the car went off the highway? Was that even last night?

For the love of all that is holy- what the HELL WAS GOING ON!

Your distress must have been obvious to everyone in the room, for it was Agent Prentiss who addressed you. "Are you alright Y/N?"

You look up in shock, ripped from your internal break down, and realize that everyone in the room is looking at you. You had to get out of there.

"Um, actually... no, I'm not." Your hand comes up to your head, pushing on one of your temples, while the other lays against the wall for balance. "I have a killer head ache that came out of nowhere. I think I may have a concussion from my collision in the hallway." You wince, hoping the lie is believable.

"What collision?" Asked Hotchner.

"That would be my fault," came Reid, "I opened the bathroom door to quickly, and preceded to hit Ms. Winchester with it." Remorse was evident in his voice. But you didn't care. This was all wrong.

You wanted to leave. You needed to leave.

Your panic must've shown through some, for it's your brother who speaks next. "Why don't you go to the break room and get some water, then find an observation room to lie down in the dark. We'll come get you when we're done here."

"That sounds like a good idea. Thanks, Sammy."

You don't see the confusion that crosses your brothers face at the nickname. He was Samuel to most, Sam to few and well, hadn't been Sammy since you were 12. At least here.

But you didn't know that. And you didn't care to. You speed walk to the break room, lowering your hand from your head, only when your in the seclusion of the room. The windows in the room are fortunately covered by their blinds for now. You grab a drink of water as you were told. But your growing panic doesn't let you sit.

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. 

Run. 

Wrong. 

Run. 

Wrong. 

Run. Run. Run. Run. 

WRONG!

Over and over it screams in your head. You begin pacing the floor. Mug squeezed so tightly in your hands, your knuckles are white and your fingers are red.

This is wrong! You slam your mug and hands onto the counter, frustrated. The surface clinks underneath the impact. And that's when you see the drawer in the cabinetry.

You rip it open with a bang! At first glance it's all tongs and serving spoons. But buried under the layers of grimy and unorganized plastic wear you see it- a knife.

The tarnished reflection it shows in the horrid florescent lighting tells you the only truth you need- it's silver.

You hop to the fridge next, squished between the counter and the sink you had drank from earlier. The chances were low.

But there, inside that fridge was a fuck ton of brown butcher-paper-wrapped slabs of meat that said "Loui's Lambs. Best Chops in the State!" As well as a sticky note saying thank you to the cops or some shit for a stupid fundraiser.

You skip that useless information and instead look for the messiest wrapping on all the products. The one that was the juiciest, leaking the most, promising to be the bloodiest. Instead, you found a plastic Tupperware container, like the one you get potato salad in at the deli, full of "spare bits". Hey- don't hate- that's what it was labeled as, that was not your doing.

But it was full, and it was bloody. And it was as you starred at the two contents filling either hand, knife and bits, you realize why this doesn't feel right.

Your vision flashes. Dark warehouse halls, the dripping echo of an old abandoned and leaking building. Two men, one with dark and one with light hair. Tattoos, hidden under layers of grimy clothes. Glowing eyes.

"Djinn."

You whisper it, but the sinking in your stomach makes it feel like your yelled it. Djinn. It explained everything. Sam, the lack of memories, the glitch when the car almost crashed. The migraine! You were losing blood. You were loosing it fast. Cause these men didn't take long to act. You remember. Leaving the precinct, the day you brought back the girls, sneaking off to your car and searching out the two men.

Only back then you hadn't known about ask the tattoos that lingered beneath the dirty sleeves of your captors. You thought they were just human psychos. You remember it now. You remember it all. You also remember the only way to escape this dream world.

Your death.

You glance at the knife again. Putting the blood back into the fridge. You wouldn't need it. Because there was no djinn here. Not in this world. No, this world was controlled by djinn.

You slip the knife very carefully up your blouse sleeve and make your way from the break room to the bathroom. You double the act of the headache. One hand gripping your forehead, the other pressed against your stomach to keep the knife hidden in your blazer.

You could feel your heart beating out of your chest, headache and nausea becoming quite real as you physically lost more blood to the djinn. 

Chuck you hoped this worked. You were a Winchester for fuck's sake. Dying at the hands of a djinn, was not in your "Top 10 Ways to Die as a Winchester" list. 

You rushed into the bathroom and then the biggest stall, falling down as a harsh pang shot across your head. 

Why did your mouth feel so dry suddenly?

You pulled the knife out from your sleeve with shaking hands. Carefully, you lined the blade up with your heart. Just as you were ready to act, the creaking of the door broke through your pounding head.

"Y/N? Are you in here? Are you alright?" called out one Emily Prentiss. A vision of her flashes before you at the sound of her voice. Of FBI Agents swarming an abandoned warehouse. Flashlights swinging across the darkness. Voices calling "CLEAR" as they pass through rooms. An echo of Emily's voice as she lifts your head, the rest of the team following behind her. And a shadow and a flash of blue.

"No!" you shout, bringing the blade down, stabbing yourself in this dream world. 

"Y/N!" Emily's voice is urgent now. You blearily look down and see blood quickly pooling on the floor, hands going numb. The door bursts open, Emily standing above you with horror on her face. A shadow forms behind her, magic blue eyes and arms of tattoos visible in your fading vision. 

The last thing you can process in this false world is the word "duck" before the world goes white.

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The beeping of the heart monitor is almost lulling to the team as they sit in your hospital room. All six of them crammed into the small emergency room, waiting for you to wake up. If Strauss or anyone higher up were to ask why all of them were waiting there, Hotch was prepared with the "protocol" argument. They needed to interview you, be assured of your safety, be prepared to get CPS involved if needed, and all that other red-tape type shit.

The real reason, though, was you had saved them. Barely conscious from the head trauma visible on your forehead you had stabbed the unsub, while laying in Prentiss's arms, as he attempted to kill her himself. Then you somehow managed to pull yourself up, half alive and still bleeding to death, to follow the sounds of gun shots and end the life of the other Unsub who wasn't falling, despite having over five bullets in his chest. They don’t even know where you got the knife from.

The team had been in shock as they watched their respective suspects die. Blue flashing from their eyes, the light of their tattoos dying with them as they collapsed to the ground. Morgan and JJ, both of whom had fallen victim to the magic of the djinn, awoke with a gasp as the last one fell. You falling alongside the second one had the team acting fast. Ambulance already on standby they got you rushed to the hospital. You had to have three blood transfusions. One in the ambulance on the way, and two more once you got to the hospital and your neck wound was stitched up. Doctors state you had lost about 30% of your blood before you had finally passed out. It was that fact that left the team truly speechless. By all rights you should have been unconscious and on the brink of death by the time the found you. 

And yet, in their attempt to save you from the unsubs, you saved them. They had all seen the man with blue eyes and blue tattoos survive the gun shots, as he got his hands on their team mates, knocking them unconscious with a glowing hand. It was impossible, what they saw. Morgan refused to speak about what he dreamed about for the short period of time he was under. JJ looked haunted, but was writing it all down in the notepad she had found in the back of the SUV. Prentiss had tossed her jacket to the side, as it was covered in the blood from the first unsub, who had almost succeeded in doing the same to her, or worse. Reid sat in the corner, replaying the days events in his mind on a loop, trying to justify things and fill them in with fact when there was mostly only the impossible. Hotch and Rossi stood in the corners, worrying over their team and their wellbeing, processing everything as well. 

This job had become more of a headache than it was probably worth, and was going to be a boat-load of paperwork. But one thing they could focus on were simple facts and truth.

The unsubs were no longer a worry, but other impossible worries lingered in everyone's minds.  

Yet, as sherlock once said, "When you have eliminated all which is impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth." And so the truth stood. The unsubs who had died were no ordinary men. They weren't natural. Nor was it some kind of extreme technology that allowed them to be what they were. No matter how much Reid and the team didn't want to accept it there was only one option that truly remained. The supernatural just might be real. 

And you had a lot of questions to answer when you finally woke back up. 

__________________

You hated hospitals. You hated cops (Jody Mills and Donna Hanscum excluded). You hated people who refused to understand your world. You hated monsters, specifically the ones who enjoyed hurting people. You hated your dad for bringing your family into this world. You had a lot of unresolved anger and trauma to work through. Not to mention the echo of your djinn induced dream haunting your sleepless nights.

But you were grateful to now have the BAU partially on your side. You didn't have to worry so much about having them tracking you. And while they weren't quite ready to absolve your brothers of their "Most Wanted" status, most of them did not see you as a potential threat. Instead you had made a deal. You'd keep a reliable form of contact with them, and they'd be sure to reach out for a consultation should a case start looking a little... unnatural. 

And as you drove away in one of the bunker's many vintage cars you had stowed away outside of town, you couldn't help but smile at how things had somehow, for once in your short Winchester life, ended relatively well.

Your peace of mind is interrupted by a chirp on one of your many cellular devices. A note from Sam.

Black eyes have been turned back to green. Next task: find a solid stain remover for this Mark. You able to come home to lend a hand with the laundry and pest control? 

The relief that flooded through you at knowing Dean was finally demon-less was strong. Foot pushing heavy on the pedal you blast some music, and text back a simple response.

Wayward's coming home. Tell mother hen I say "Hey". See y'all soon.

Being a Winchester wasn't easy and it was never boring. But hey, you know how it goes.

Saving People. Hunting Things.

The Family Business. 

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Aaaaaaaaand we're finally done!!! Ah that's crazy! This has taken so long (literally over a year I am soooooo sorry) and has been through so many rewrites. But I'm so happy to have finally created an ending I'm happy with, and I hope you are too. Do timelines match up between the two shows? absolutely not, but that's not important lol.  Thank you all who have followed along on this little trilogy! You're engagement is so encouraging, and your patience is appreciated. 

One note I would like to add:  Suicide is no joke, and is never an ACTUAL answer to our problems and struggles. I plead to everyone here, that if you are having thoughts of self-harm or suicide, depressions, or even possible hallucinations to please seek help and treatment. There is nothing wrong with you, and you're allowed to ask for help. Remember, someone does actually care, even if you feel alone, and there is always a future, even if it seems bleak now. 

Thank you all again!

Tags: (I hope I did this right)

@sylum @ampal98 @singhfae @supernerdycookietrashblr

@super-sexy-agent-hotchner (I don’t think this one works)

#criminal minds x winchester!sister #bau x reader #supernatural sister #saving people hunting things #the family business #aaron hotchner #david rossi #emily prentiss #derek morgan #spencer reid #jennifer jareau #penelope garcia #criminal minds #supernatural #winchester!sister #dean winchester #sam and dean #sam winchester #supernatural x reader #criminal minds x reader #solving crimes #djinn are assholes

[soranihimawari]

Fondly Yours

Delayed Sakusa x Reader (sorry Omi!)

Pairing: Sakusa x friend!reader

Word Count: TBA

Warnings: none? Mentions of injury (reader: head// Sakusa toe stub)

Reader is fem!presenting

The first time you met Sakusa Kiyoomi, you were out on a coffee shop delivery. The MSBY had asked for a coffee run early in the morning from your family ran shop. Regardless, you were on the morning delivery rotation and weren’t prepared to take a volleyball to the noggin.

“Oww,” you rub your head after you spilled the last coffee all over the court floor. Number 15, the outside hitter steadies you and he snaps at his setter who accidentally hit the ball to go astray.

Funnily enough, that’s how your absurd friendship began with the popular outside hitter began. You two hung out every other weekend and one hang out led to a party invitation which led you to a year later where you find yourself.

“Oh c’mon, Atsu,” you whine. You’re all gussied up in your dress blues (your military casual formal wear from when you were [and still] employed with) and you wait on the blonde setter comes out of his room.

“You look sharp,” you say.

“Was it yer idea to have a ‘formal’ for Omi’s 30th?” Atsumu says fiddling with his cuff link.

“Yes,” you laugh and roll your eyes. “Because you all wanted to see me in my old dress blues. Gotta remind youse guys I make a wonderful lady.”

“And who you trying to impress huh? Cause lord knows if Omi didn’t fall fer yer ass ya would be having his birthday party at his penthouse!”

Atsumu’s typically a loud mouth and an instigator of saying rumors that may or may not be true. You raise your eyebrow at him and play it off, but given the heavy hitters in your shared core memories with the man of the hour being told second hand by his closest confidant on the team, you realistically… freeze. Blushing three different shades of lock and peach color. You momentarily gain your motor skills back as you find yourself being escorted to the ride share with Atsumu holding your arm.

Hours later, at the private area of the speakeasy lihnge you’re in, you are all cozy nursing a whiskey smash cocktail next to a very socially drained Sakusa Kiyoomi. Surely there are snacks scattered on the table, gifts—intimate toys and other wise too are haphazardly littered as well—too are noticeable in the dim lights. Here is something not many people know about a tipsy now 30-year old broody volleyball player: he becomes very affectionate. Like a neighborhood feral cat become docile as he rests his head against your shoulder. You hold his hand and give it a squeeze whispering a birthday greeting on top of his curls and you see his lips curl into a small smile.

Yes, you may have an unconventional start to your friendship, but knowing how Atsumu was right, you push that aside the moment you enjoy your privacy away from the rest when said 6’3” volleyball player presses his lips against yours soberly at 5am. The rest of the party is a blur until you recall his team allows you to watch over their more than tipsy friend. You go home with Sakusa to his place, holding him upright as he limps due to stubbing his toe earlier at the speakeasy’s low table before leaving. You help him undress halfway, no belt, no silk button down in bed, and you decide after he falls asleep to go to sleep too right next to him.

That’s how you find yourself nose to nose with him in the dawning hour. His lips suddenly on yours calling you, “pretty” and his mumbling woke you slightly and you, garnering your senses to realize not all of Atsumu’s tale was a lie, you cup Sakusa’s face and kiss him back.

“Sakusa fuckin’ Kiyoomi,” you curse under your breath with a warm groan when he kisses your neck next. “You do that again and ‘m afraid you might need to show me what else that mouth can do.”

“Gladly,” is the last thing you hear before humming an acknowledgment of said dare.

#🌻— flying around collecting pollen—queue #sora after hours #haikyuu x reader #sakusa x reader #sora scribbles 2024

[toastedwrittenthoughts]

God, I can't stop watching this scene and I hope you all will bear with me cause MAN!

I GOTTA TALK ABOUT IT!

From what I’ve watched of this series that Richie doesn’t have a lot materialistic wise. … Sure, he’s got his family, his TBirds, his image and now, he's got serious interest in a girl.

I notice that like the other Tbirds he’s got his comb, a zippo lighter, a car...? I say that loosely since its more shared than anything and his Tbird jacket.

I feel like his comb and his lighter are something that he’s gotten as gifts, the car is ‘borrowed’ and Jane’s got his sister as her best friend/campaign manager. His family likes her since they gave her a warm welcome and his parents just gushed at him when he brought her over.

She’s certainly got his attention, both his and his family’s approval (Olivia’s acceptance pending), his thoughts and opinions, his affection and to me, the jacket was the last piece of himself he was willing and wanting to give her. After all, he doesn’t have money to throw around like the Soc’s do and even goes as far as stealing a wallet to pay for their date/hooky day.

So, when this he says;

"I was going to give you my jacket tonight."

And she in turn states; "I don’t want your jacket!"

This. This right here, the look on his face, kill me every time.

Because, Richie, despite being the leader of the TBirds, is very picky on who he 'dates'. This is solidified on the fact that Cynthia states that he doesn’t go on second dates with ANY girl, regardless of social status. And since giving a girl your jacket is a symbol of your commitment to them, Richie was nervous in doing so because he hasn’t ever done it before and damn it if it didn’t make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside when he was awkward as he tried to take it off. 

I might be making a bigger deal about this than necessary but when he tries to explain what his intentions were to Jane at the party, she rejects the jacket, not only the symbolism of it, but also the last piece of himself...

That to me was like saying “I'm offering you everything I am, everything I've got, and you just… don’t want it?” And the look on his face says that to me.. Like he just hit a wall and now tries to process what she just rejected.

Ooof.

The look on his face never fails to make my chest ache. He's already hurt, but now she's just racking it up with her padding that blow with "I have my own." And I understand that she does.

Personally I would have followed up with 'I want you.' You being him, in general. Not the jacket, since the last time she got a jacket from a guy he wanted to date her in secret becasue of gossip.

But the difference I see here is that Richie wants to be public with her, not hide their relationship away, regardless of the gossip.

But the blow up he has at her I can’t help but justify a bit. Everything he says he’s probably thought about for as long as he’s been interested in her and his fear and pain make him lash back in the same way he is probably feeling.

And he’s right.

They don’t talk about himself much when they are together, it’s mostly about her or the election. Her terms. Then again, when they do talk about himself, hes almost defensive about things. Like him and his grades/school and his family.

But what really kills me is the final jab he takes.

"I know the real reason why you won’t wear my jacket.... Because being with a guy like me, brings down your stock."

This might be his biggest fear verbalized and he just dropped it at her feet. And what does she say?

The three words that always make me want to backhand her in the mouth.

"That’s. Not. Fair."

That’s not fair?! Are you kidding me right now? You wanna be his girlfriend and everything so how about; "That’s not true?"

And what really lands the hurt for me is that she doesn’t deny his statement. Which no doubt makes him come to a realization that he is somewhat right. It's the classic 'a girl like her can't be with a guy like me.' You can tell just by the look on his face that the truth of that, no matter how small, still probably stings like a bitch.

And since she doesn't deny it, to him, its also not fair... She’s letting what others think about her and his ‘lack of status’ sway her and that effects her perception regarding them. Its not fair.

Hence the ‘You’re telling me’. So bitterly defeated..

Like... ShiT.

Dude lost the girl before he could even got the girl...

Anyway, I may be overthinking this, I don't even know if what I think makes any sense but I will die on this hill about this scene.. If they don't right their relationship, I will fight someone...

Anyway, thank you for reading my TED talk.. I'm gonna go hide now, but I would love to hear your thoughts about this...

#grease: rise of the pink ladies #richie x jane #heartbroken #richie valdovinos #olivia x gil #olivia valdovinos

[eldrytchcryptid]

"You gotta enjoy every part of your transition, you're still becoming a man now - even without it."

-a very wise trans girl

I've been waiting almost a decade to start testosterone, and finally having a date for my gender appointment has made me... almost ignore all the euphoric changes (and all the weird and funny changes) happening in my transition as a trans man. So I thought I'd make a list of pre-t stuff! I might add more later - or y'all can add some too!

Socially transitioning

- feeling I gotta make sure to let ladies go first (on the bus, through doors etc)

- "Ma'am?" "Who??? Oh right. Uh yeah no." / "Deadname?" "DEADNAME?" "WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO RN - oh lol."

- oh god am I making her nervous DUDE STOP BEING WEIRD *I'm literally just walking home and it's dark* BE LESS WEIRD *aaaAaaAAA*

- *mmm boobs* *AAAA IM LOOKING AVERT AVERT AVERT*

- am i still allowed to say hi and pull faces at cute babies or is it weird cause I'm a dude now?? Am I creepy?? But kids! Kids are fun!!

- *on dating apps* oh god this is so different now I have to come up with conversation oh god oh no

- yes let me pick up these heavy chairs for you ma'am yes I am helpful I am a valid man now / yes let me get this thing off this high shelf even tho I'm only 5'7

- *watching videos of me a year ago* oh shit I actually speak lower now w/o T

- that crunchy morning / cold-ridden / drunk low rumbling voice 😩👌

With a (stp) packer

- *upon putting it on* oh oh it's a dick holy shit yes

- *upon taking it off at the end of the day* 😭 noooooo my dick my broski I miss you already

- the fcking toilet seat

- aim aIM GOD NO nOT THERE

- I really hope I don't look like I'm hard rn

- *need to adjust* *no I'm disgusting don't look at me*

- *upon crossing legs* oh shit I can't wait hold up it's in the way *has to change way to cross legs*

- manspreading?? Am I spread too much??? help

- these trousers as tight af but my dick looks amazing right now

- left or right. Too far up wait *searches pictures of dudes to find out where to put my dick

- *touches whilst sat chilling at home* fren. safe. i love u pp

- *squish* *wiggle*

- *I will hit you with my penis as an threat*

Minoxidil (pre-t beard growth)

- *stroking beard* hheeeeeee fluffyyyy

- RAZOR BURN ITCHY

- researching how tf to shave cause apparently i can't fuckin do it right

- stubble???? Itch???? Euphoria???

- *strokes* hmmm yes indeed

- gotta fuckin use twice the face wash cause I'm essentially shampooing at this point

Body

- huh yea guess that's me (instead of hatred/disgust)

- yeeeee hairy legsssss

- cis guys wish they had this ass dude

- need musle gib *too chronic fatigued to work out*

- mm yes men's clothes (on top half w/binder)

- mm no men's clothes (thighs and ass too strong 🥲)

- shoes make me taller let's fucking go

- men have tits too right? Ye man I just got man tits

- *stroking the mirror like I'm Mulan* am I just a gross man? Is this my fate?

- strapon. just. strapon.

#trans #transgender #ftm #trans man #transmasc #trans positivity

[chinzhilla]

i was tagged by @sandushengshou @khaotunq @baek1nho and @chickenstrangers to post my top/favorite creations from each month of 2023! thank you all so much for thinking of me <33

doing this loosely and with director's commentary bc i can never resist

january: my top set is this winteam hugs one. man i struggled so much with maintaining quality while trying to do that yellow to blue gradient coloring down the set. i definitely remembered it as looking worse than it does though, so i was pleasantly surprised to see that no it looks pretty good actually. probably also my favorite from that month since the others are very basic but honorable mention to my chinzhilla set cause i gotta shout out my beloved namesakes

february: top is jimbo the gogurt cat 😻 february was a slow month for me gif-wise so there aren't that many to choose favorites from, but it's probably my eclipse rewatch ep4 for the coloring

march: well uhh march was even slower than february i have two whole posts from that month and they're both eclipse rewatch sets (this was when my old laptop died and i spent like 3-4 weeks without photoshop). top and fav for this month is the eclipse rewatch ep5

april: top is akkayan in the first our skyy 2 trailer and fav is .... akkayan in the second our skyy 2 trailer (the quality of these is so much better how did i manage to make those first gifs look so bad 😅). honorable mention to my coloring in the eclipse rewatch ep8

may: ahh the our skyy 2 days...take me back..... top is every akkayan kiss as it should be. which i think is also my top post on this blog. as it should be. fav is vegas x it's about time (tw for glitch effect/flashing). there's some stuff there that i would go back and change cause i don't think it comes across great in retrospect, but i'm still really pleased with all the technical details

june: top was minoru's heart eyes part 3 (a gif series i WILL come back to shortly - i think the bleak midwinter is the perfect time for an odt rewatch). fav is akk x identity, but god would i go back and redo the typography and layout of the lines/text boxes (iirc i was like. minutes away from missing the deadline on this event so). still very pleased with the blending and what the set actually conveys though

july: oh look another gif series i've put on hold.... top is word of honor rewatch ep1, fav is tied between kp pretty boys (a set which is very pretty itself, if i do say so myself, and was very fun to make) and lomfontien kiss details (truly one of my all time favs on this blog even though it's so simple also everyone please go watch la pluie right now thank you)

august: bombastic side eye: the series takes the cake this month, which was SUCH a fun set to make (as was its spiritual companion, objectifying him to filth, which trailed by only about 30 notes). fav was charn vs wkx quotes. i honestly think i nailed it both conceptually and aesthetically

september: top is the first kanaphan drinking straw cinematic universe which continues to delight me whenever it shows back up in my notifs. fav is tied between cursed sandray parallels (tw glitch) (because it was one of those where as i was making it and inflicting emotional damage on myself, i knew it was going to be delightful inflicting that damage on others, and it was) and sandray x it will come back (mostly for the neon text and its reflection in the first two i just think it looks really good)

october: top was sandray love scene details (tw flashing) which was basically a rip off of my lomfontien kiss one from july but this one was much more successful lol. favorite is only friends x shameful company (tw flashing) (which now i can't look at without thinking of the sign skdjfds). really happy with the cards gif in particular

november: the guynawa kiss won november and they deserved it. my favorite was jim x loss which took me foreverrrr and i redid the last two gifs like three times but it was worth it. also shoutout to my dan x shadow post for all the 'wait there's actual monsterfucking in this show' reactions it elicited

december: top is phayatharn ep1/ep2 parallels and i have to take back what i said about every akkayan kiss being my top post - this one beats it by three notes! which surprised me but i'm glad we're all in this madness together with these two. fav has got to be morkday x come closer (tw flashing) if only for how much i beat my head against a wall over it during the creation process skdjfskj. although i also really love this set of tharn's sexy dream (nsfw) specifically because i added an offset pink layer and i'm OBSESSED with the way it looks with phaya's tattoo

if you read all that.. thank you and also i'm in love with you. anyways it was super fun to look back on everything i made this year! and interesting to realize i'm not nearly as prolific as i thought, especially in the first half of the year. here's to many more gifsets in 2024!!

tagging a few people i don't think have done this yet, apologies if you already have! and as always no pressure

@i-got-the-feels @pharawee @markpakin @difanghua @junghaesin @krystaljungs @firstmix @khaotunqs

#bon.txt #tag game #gifmaker things

[lesser-mook]

SUPERMAN BLUE, Superman mutated and became Electro Lite edition lol

It was a good run. Authors tried something different. And Supes was out of his element, and had to figure out a new powerset all over again

He even fucked up a chase and almost hurt people cause of his power glitches, it showed just how much work he put into his reputation of knowing what the hell he's doing. When people look at him as a loose cannon.

Which is partly why My Adventures With Lois-Chan insisting Clark be in a city while he doesnt know or seem to care that he's developing random unpredictable destructive powers on a weekly basis- is so agitating.

Lore Superman cared enough to figure it out first in isolation, and not risk Heat visioning a mfs face off accidentally because he's just that fucking stupid to want to care to figure out what it is before just suddenly using it like no problem in a convenient situation that CONVENIENTLY needs the heat vision specifically-

Bra- Vo.

KidsWB would be proud, Jake & Writers.

Now in the case of something developing after he left the farm, well you're in luck, cause the lore covers that too, hence the COVER:

When the blue shit phase happened, lore wise, he got scanned & seen for it so he can know what was going on- before and after.

Not just Traaal-la la la la 🎶 Skipdidee do DUM headass in his day to day like nothings wrong, not knowing what could happen next like he doesn't know he's a goddamn alien.

"My Adventures" Clark is an adorable fucking dumbass. Zero IQ points. (Which is the point I suppose, because this "Clark" being an idiot act… actually is not an act lmfao. He is that stupid in that universe lol.)

Got your Himbro = hunky dumbass Clark Kent, at the expense of Clark Kent.

Well done writers.

And my man in EP4 got the nerve to fire off the heat scopes with such precision like we seen him train with that shit. Thought they was lowkey with that. Unfortunately I'm watching the show, gotta do better than that. Dude was suffering the entire day last time, now he an expert? Cause if it were Rey or Danvers, or any other Mary Sue, i'd be on their ass too. Stop rushing through the shit, the Episode is like 21min. Where are you going in such a hurry? Slow tf down and tell a story & not just a plot point, Jesus.

Frfr, we'll see if the "BLUE" torch gets passed on, OR instead, a good opportunity gets "passed" on.

#superman #superman blue #dccomics

[mslanna]

The Devil Wears Nada

Chapter 6 of A Mortifying Ordeal ow up on AO3

Just a regular morning getting ready for a convention. Difficulty level: naked devil (IYKYK, it's a great mod.)

Strangely I wake before the alarm sounds which is in itself alarming. 'Specially 'cause I don't feel tired much. The world is warm and heavy and for a sleepy moment I wonder ifn I'm back home – tucked under my weighted blanket, forgot to turn down the heating overnight. But nah. My blankie doesn't breathe.

Reality rushes at me fast enough to give me whiplash. Oh dear. So that really happened. All of it. My face burns hotter than the rest of me which is already simmering. For hating sweating, this is surprisingly okay. Prolly because the heat is caused by devil man lying on top of me like the best weighted blankie ever.

So he's still here. Gotta put that on my small victories list. Last thing I do before blacking out is asking him to stay and he does. Gotta remember that. He feels so good. Solid. And, believe it or not, tucked my hands up on his back with his wings. I love it, let my fingers trace the joint of his wings.

"Do you always take this long to get going?" The words breathe into my ear soft and teasing. Unfortunately, he props himself up after that.

"Only when I'm comfortable."

That got a smile from him. Indulgent if I'm a judge of that.

Wanna drown in his eyes. Wanna caress that skin until it's time for bed again. Want to run my greedy hands over those swirls of ridges and smattering of hair. I tug my hands free and cup his face. An actual real devil. In my bed. Well. Whatever his plan was, as amazing as things have been, no presumed memories manifested.

Is it okay to treat your one night stand like a boyfriend? On the other hand, when will I ever get another chance? He doesn't react to the slight tugging, so I rear up and kiss him softly. "So, what's next?"

"I could ask you the same." Raphael rises and while the view is spectacular, I'm suddenly very cold and lonely. Something pinches between my legs because, however I had managed that feat, I fell asleep with cum seeping out of me. Must have been really knackered and happy.

My memory soars up and yeh, totes out of everything with bliss. Will miss the devil. Better get it over with. "I need to shower and see if I can grab a bite before breakfast closes." Running my hands through my hair. "And then I dress up again and return to the convention."

"You looked lost there," Raphael remarks and he's no wrong.

"Yesterday was the first day and I didn't know anybody. But today people will be back and now I know them."

"And you know me." Should get a licence for that smirk. Goes right to impolite regions it does.

I smile. "They know not I knew thee-"

I stop. Prolly not wise to quote Byron at the devil. "So, what about you? While I think there's some rather desperate people at every con, I don't think it's the richest pickings around here."

"I think I already have the richest pick." That red prick replies.

And I blush because of course, kind words are more embarrassing than lying buck naked before the devil with a cum-crusted cunt. At least this finally gets me going. Beeline to the shower is blocked by devil incarnate. I dare not run into him. The delays! Also, I'd like to be able to walk today.

"Sweet-talking won't get you anything you didn't have already." Trying to be suave and flirty here.

"That is where you err." He catches my chin between his fingers and smiles a kiss over my lips. He sure ain't got no problem with the rammies of being late.

But I got self-discipline, and the smithereen of that I cling to gets me into the bathroom. There's a worrisome moment where I think he might stick around and watch. Like, there's defs more aesthetically pleasing things than watching my scrubbing dried fluids from my cracks.

"I think I will investigative this Baldur's Gate 3 you mentioned. It will explain a lot of things."

"I hope you have a pocket dimension stashed away in which time doesn't pass." I grab the mat from the shower and place it before it, then reach for the neatly folded towel in the cabin and turn beet red because did he think I just pushed my bare ass up at his face? Time to ignore. "The game takes around 100 hours to play."

"Is that so."

"You can always speed up by watching vids of the important bits." For a moment I try to shrug out of clothing I am not wearing. When my head catches up with that fact, my brain restarts with a few blinks. "Anyway, I can show you if you wanna."

"After you showered." He points out.

Oh. Oop. "Yeh. And brekkers," I add as the pieces of my plan come back to me. "In the meantime-"

"I am well capable of entertaining myself," he interrupts me. "Do not worry."

"Kk. Hands off my phone tho. I mean it."

He leaves with a chuckle which isn't a promise. And we both know I'll never catch him rifling through the remainder of my apps unless he wants me to. Smug bastard. I try to shower fast. There's a number of thin cuts on my skin I have only hazy memories of receiving. Plus bite marks of deep red when I scrutinise them in the mirror. I run my index finger over the one at my throat.

None of it will show once I have my costume on. I am at the same time relieved and disappointed. A quick check-in with more private parts find them unharmed if a little pommelled. I lick my lips and quickly mess up my hair into what passes for a hairstyle.

When I return to the room, Raphael lounges in the lone comfy chair of the room – now devoid of heaps of clothing that lie haphazardly on the bed – reading. I can't remember ever being so glad I didn't write a diary. Or journal ifn I wanna sound all grown up. Not sure what a devil finds in sci-fi with eldritch horror, not to mention The Fallen is the second book in the trilogy. He looks up and rises. My skin is dry within the moment. Hot. Damn.

I slink over to the tiny excuse for a desk face red again. As if there's anything he didn't see, touch, lick already. Raphael takes it as invitation and try to ignore how he presses against my back especially when I lean over to open the laptop. Gotta remember the rammies and quencies. Gotta get to breakfast before they close. Time to talk a million words a minute and concentrate on that only.

"Here's were you turn it on," I push the power button thinking about the words I am using more than I wanted but well. At least my background isn't artistically naked devil any longer. I exhale slowly. At least the motivational is fully dressed if fully cringe.

"Be the devil you want to see in the world?" Raphael chuckles and I feel it in my bones.

"Trying to motivate to finish sewing," I get out. "Worked, too. Costume is all done. Not gonna wear it tho, mind you." I mean, how could I? With the real thing here and breathing down my neck? I think not.

"It worked in more ways than that, I would say." His lips graze my ear and I have to get outta here before I bang him senseless.

"Anyway. This is how you go online and that is the video site. You can just type your search here. Anything with your name and 'all scenes' or such should work. When you done, you can just close the lid."

I straighten and feel his chest against my back the whole way. He could take a step back. He doesn't. Puts an arm around my waist instead and turns me to face him. Who had the smart idea to show him tech before putting on pants? Doesn't matter. If he looks at me a little longer, I'd have had to change them anyways.

He doesn't look though. Plants one on me is what he does before moving me out of his way. Not sure this will work out. He's driving me crazy. And, judging by his self-satisfied face, that is on purpose. Could really do with a memory of whacking him right now. Anything to belie the fact I'm utterly gone for him.

I thrown on sweatpants and a wide shirt just so I can get going already. Raphael sees me off with a light slap on my ass. I move, mostly driven by thinking really hard about the prices of food at the con. Horrendous. Over my budget. Definitely not as tasty as the devil at home. Oh dear.

Breakfast is decent, but then I am easy to please. Give me scrambled eggs and buns and I'm happy. If there's cut fresh fruit with yogurt I m in heaven. The fruit here isn't fresh, at least the cut version isn't, so I'm hanging somewhere between. Not for long, though because I inhale my food and wash it down with two generous mugs of tea.

This whole devil in the morning thing cost me time and I don't want to be late. Not to mention that Raphael sitting in my room, with my computer watching BG3 clips is giving me all kins of feelings, not all of them good.

My own fault, really. Could have sent him off with information instead of sabotaging myself by giving him access to all my files. I'm looking at myself from outside shaking my head at my predictability and how desperately I try to go opposite directions at the same time.

I want him gone fast so the pains won't be so bad. I want him to stay forever because – gods! Why wouldn't I? He's perfect! I wanna go with him, but I can't because I'm not the person he came to find. I want to be somebody else with all my heart, but that at least is a familiar feeling.

I return to my room slightly breathless and fidgety and slam down a second keycard next to Raphael before I think better about it. "Told reception I forgot mine in my room," I say at his frown. "They didn't disable mine either. So. Here you go. Free access."

I regret my last words immediately, because the whatever Raphael did in my absence, getting dressed was not it. If he wants to put his ass on the suspicious surface of an upholstered hotel chair, far be it from me to question it. Only maybe, he will have to wash before I bite. Anyway. Well. At least he wasn't doing anything exciting? I swallow and drag my eyes back up to his face.

"My, my. You were in a hurry to return." He looks at me, not even up though he's fucken sitting. "I appreciate the thought, though I can let myself in whenever I want."

"It's different when you're invited."

Raphael raises a brow. Probably wondering what difference that is. He reaches for the white card and his hand gets close enough to my pussy for it to perk up full of hope. The devil just picks up the plastic and eyes it with mild interest at best. It contrasts really nice with the red of his fingers. I stare. I know what those fingers do.

"Anyway. I'll get ready now and go to my con. You do – whatever you please."

"I will."

He rises and for a moment I think that maybe I'm what he wants to do. I might. Even if I'd drip cum from my cunt for half a day and hate every second of that. But Raphael just looks down at me, perfectly aware of his effect. Bastard.

I huff to myself and get on with putting on my costume. Smart little me made sure it was not more layers than absolutely necessary. It gets really hot in those halls and thinking of Raphael doesn't lower the temperature any.

Quick thanks to my docs for removing my tits so I don't have to wear a binder any longer. I loved those stupid things more than life, but they do add an extra layer of mostly plastic. The things we do for love. Seems I am already used to sweating for it. Nice.

When I pick up my trustee foam war hammer I pause. Paint is already peeling off the edges. Am I too lazy to make another one? Gods yes. That fucker is a piece of work. I mean, I could have chosen a different one from the game, but the huge and decorated maul one is my absolute fave. I pry at the gold and silver paint because I can which means I have to.

"Not as sturdy as you are sued to?" Raphael's voice drops down my neck and spine hot and gravelly.

Lucky I like him because otherwise intrusion of my personal space like that gets the war hammer in the face. He really lucky because magicking the foam prop into an actual weapon would have slowed me down, not stopped me. I lower the heavy thing to the ground. No need to dent the floor. Then I turn slowly.

Hell, he's in my space alright. There's no space left which he does not occupy. Wish I'd complain but the main danger is that I just climb him like a tree again. I take a deep breath which helps a little. Not as much as I hoped because now my nose is also full of devil. What a life.

"Raphael." Ahahaha, that is not just resigned, that tone is downright sad-horny. "I can't bring an actual weapon with me. The con has rules and 'no real weapons' is one of them."

"You don't like it?" He raises a brow which doesn't make him any more readable.

My hands easily sneak around the handle again, even though I can't see it behind me. It feels good. Solid. Strong. Tempting. I turn again to raise it and give it an experimental swing. The war hammer lies in my grip with soft reassurance. It's a thing of beauty. I can't help but smile.

Well, maybe I shouldn't because that thing needs to have blood and entrails all over it. Those protrusions on the head are made to break and maim. Yet it feels no more dangerous in my hands than a dance partner.

"It's lovely. But I can't take it with me." I am glad for the no-weapons rule because I sure as hell would have arms longer than noodles if I tried to carry this hammer.

"A pity." Raphael points to my right where my slightly rumpled foam hammer appears on the floor.

The weapon I hold doesn't evaporate. It doesn't vanish when I put it down between us either. And now I kissblocked myself stupidly because I'm too short to grab the devil over the long handle. I know I only have a single braincell, but being around Raphael makes my disregard its use even more than usual.

I don't wanna seem ungrateful. Given the chance I will keep this megaton trinket and schlep it all the way home. I place my hands on the end of the handle. It fits my palms a little too well. "I'll just – put it over there with the rest of my things," I say lamely.

On the other hand, I could just stand there and stare at him for the rest of the day, but that's not very productive. Also, he needs to get some pants on. Devil dick is distracting, even if it's just hanging out. But I am being very brave about it and turn my back. The foam hammer is ridiculously light in comparison.

Then I stand in the door like a fool. Does one kiss their devil goodbye? I wanna because I wanna smooch him 24/7 all day every day. But I also don't wanna because what if it really a goodbye-kiss?

Raphael kindly solves my problem by retreating into the bathro om. I try to get the image of him squeezed in there with his wings smushed flat against the tiles out of my head all the way to the convention.

#bg3 #bg3 raphael #raphael x tav #mel writes fanfic #sleazy second-hand car dealer #a mortifying ordeal #chapter 6

[smallestapplin]

Hello Ez! I hope you're doing well! Because you're a big brained genius who got me to see how cute Wallace is through your writing. So I have my own request: Reader who's in a relationship with Wallace meeting Lisia for the first time! Gotta get the niece's approval if you're gonna date the water boy. (I keep picturing me and Wallace in the stands at one of her contests cheering for her and holding up signs.)

Of course! Wallace deserves some love too!

This is gonna be easy and fun cause she’s such a fun cheery character.

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Dating you has been nothing but a joy, Wallace never thought he’d find someone to have so much fun with, and be able find someone to feel vulnerable and comfortable with.

But the relationship was almost to the year mark.

True he wanted to see if you would stick around long enough, or if you were a right fit.

But now his only worry.

How would his niece like you?

Yes he absolutely talks about you to his older sister when they went out for lunch.

And he was sure to let his niece know as well.

But after a while both wanted to finally meet you.

To meet the person that had someone as collected as Wallace tripping over his own feet.

While his sister hadn’t picked out a time yet, Lisia had.

You’ve never seen Wallace this nervous in all the time you’ve known him. You two sat in a more private part of a small restaurant, sitting in a booth as your boyfriend looked so worried.

“Wallace, it’s okay, you shouldn’t be so worried. I’m sure me an Lisia will get along just fine.”

Those beautiful turquoise eyes look at you with such concern.

You hold his hand and gently kiss the back of it.

“It’s okay, I promise you I will do my best.”

He’s truly grateful for you.

“Uncle Wallace!”

Said man stood up and waved back to his niece, walking out of the booth to greet her.

“It’s so nice to see you again!” The young girl cheers.

Wallace smiles and pats her head “like wise little star!” He looks back to you and gestures.

“This is my partner I was telling you about.”

“Hello Lisia! It’s great to finally meet you.”

She practically beams “you’re the infamous ‘oh sweet dear’ I keep hearing him talk about!? Ah! I’m so excited! Uncle here never stops talking about you!”

“Hey!” Wallace tried to chime in but was ignored.

“He doesn’t stop talking about you either!”

“Dearest!”

You and Lisia giggle as she takes the seat across from you and Wallace slide right by in next to you.

You were taken aback at how excited your lovers niece is.

She talks and rambles about how much Wallace has told her about you and her told her mom.

Which lead to you cooing at the now flustered man.

“What? I love you and wanted to talk about you, is that such a crime?”

It was playful but his bashful expression is a rare one.

“It’s not I’m just so happy you think so highly of me.”

You smile at the gym leader as his expression softens.

“Honestly uncle I don’t see why it took so long to introduce us! Look at how much of a simp you are.”

Wallace looks to Lisia shocked and confused.

“Simp? What on Earth is a simp?”

“Oh sweet Arceus Wallace you aren’t THAT old!”

Wallace feels this is a blessing and a mistake.

He watches you and Lisia get along so easily, bonding so well.

Too well.

Now it’s leading to him being ganged up on.

Lisia is very easy going and just as charismatic as her uncle.

You thought when Wallace left to use the bathroom you’d get the ‘do anything and you die’ talk.

But she look at you contently.

“You know, I’m really happy my uncle met someone genuine…actually I’m happy to finally set work aside to have a life for once.”

You choke on your drink causing her to laugh.

“Sorry! Sorry, it’s just he’s always put family and work first, me and mom never thought he’d every find a partner.”

You steady your staggered breath and smile at her.

“I’ll be sure to take care of him and treat him well.”

“I don’t doubt it.”

You two talk for a while longer before Wallace returns.

“I do apologize but I passed a clock on the way back. You have a contest to get to.” He gestures to Lisia who pouts.

“Yeah I know, and I’m absolutely going to win it! But it’s so nice spending time with you two.”

“Maybe we can have dinner one night with you and your mom?” You offer.

She perks up “really!? Oh that would be great! I’ll ask her tonight.”

She hugs Wallace then surprises you with a hug before waving bye, heading off to her contest.

“So, what do you think?”

“She’s an absolute delight, you’ve definitely had some influence over her, she’s got you spunk.”

Wallace lights up, running a hand through his turquoise hair.

“Oh why yes of course! What kind of brother and uncle would I be if I didn’t help?”

You chuckle at how dramatic he can be.

But you’re happy she likes you.

You totally don’t hear Wallace crying happily after he gets several text messages from Lisia later that night.

You know it’s because he was so worried you two wouldn’t like each other, his sister and niece are the most important people in his life, and with you added to the mix he just wanted everyone to bond.

But if his sister is anything like him, there is nothing to worry about.

Lisia and you bond so well in fact, you two exchange phone numbers by your next meeting, and plan little hang out days.

Over time she practically becomes your niece.

His sister ends up the same way.

You two become quick friends.

You’ve heard horror stories of partners meeting the family, but this was a joy.

They welcomed you and accepted you with open arms.

Always bullying Wallace that they thought he’d never find someone.

Or in Lisia’s case, calling him old.

#long post #pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokémon #pokemon fluff #pokemon fanfic #pokemon wallace x reader #pokemon wallace #pokemon oras

[storiesofsvu]

happy law and order thursday!!

Okay, city tv has registered that I’m not actually in Toronto and now we’re back to the backwards viewing order…

OC first:

My goldfish brain has half forgotten if we’ve seen this blonde dude before or if I just know him from somewhere else.

There’s so much goddamn tension between bell and the other captain, like there is no way they haven’t fucked…

Ugghh mama bear belllll…. Heck yes to these parents watching out for their kids, nothing gets past them lol.

Still don’t like/understand jet using air pods instead of official ear pieces…

Okay, yes Reyes was on his way to blowing the op, but jet didn’t need to jump right in, she kinda fucked the whole thing up.

Bruh… is that bitch dead? Do we need to start reminding the younger generations they need therapy too?

Okay, good, shrink time it is! Bonus that it’s Ayanna’s personal shrink, not department, a: more personal. B: proves that she’s in therapy and we know she likely needs it.

They might be exes, they might be frenemies, but they certainly do work an interrogation room great together

I feel like gunfire in the midst of a gas station parking lot where all the fuel is, is a deadly idea… that could have gone so much worse. Esp considering this is in relation to bombing cases…

I know a lot of it is likely just the era that the show was created/originally airing but the differences in the squad room designs between departments baffles me.

Elliot really out here lecturing his own brothers like he didn’t up and leave out of nowhere. God I hate this shit lol.

*

L&O now. How much attention will I pay?

Jfc… that dead body was a jump fucking scare

What is WITH all the shaky cam tonight, ugh.

I have said it before and I will say it again: Samantha Maroun goes shopping with Rita Calhoun.

Fuck, cases like this fucking suck. But like, legality wise, they’re right. It’s easier to get the perp behind bars by just using the more solid case they have with the rich white victim. If they try to get justice for all the victims, it’s way more likely that they case can and will be thrown out or land on a not guilty verdict. Ugh. Politics

If they need to prove that the vic and the perp didn’t have sex at the sex club on the night of the murder…why not just run a rape kit? Or would some kind of exam like that just be part of the autopsy?

More shaky cam… loving this.

Also why the fuck did my subtitles disappear halfway through this episode? I’m deaf… I need this shit..

Seriously that crime scene photo needs to come with a fucking warning. Jesus

*

Okay. SVU time

Wonderful. I’ve gotten my subtitles back. Thank god.

This is a weird start… hmm…

Getting even more interesting… ngl…

Okay, circling back around, I thought we might be about to get a plot twist of ray being the perp.

UUGHH. I saw a tweet about a new female officer/detective and as much as we all hope that she’ll stick around for more than a season… if Officer Gomez is the new squad member, she’s a woman poc so the chances of her sticking around are slim to none, lets be fucking real.

 Okay, don’t get me wrong. I know that this girl is tiny and she’s an escort, but if a man came in and confessed to rape you’d still take him immediately into an interrogation room. This is a double standard. Especially cause she’s young, thin and pretty, I’m not going to ignore that or let that slide either. *side eye* (like yes, we later do get to the point that she was forced at gun point, but they don’t know that til after. Everything is complicated and there’s lots of lines crossing over and blurring but my statement still stands)

When are they gonna make Bruno an actual part of the team? Why is he still just a guest star?

Man, it’s gotta be hella hard nowadays when it comes to taxis and shit. You have legit taxi’s, multiple companies, gypsy cabs and multiple ride share apps and companies.

Odafin Tutuola only knows about robin egg blue because of Phoebe… there is no way he would know otherwise.

This doctor clearly fucking rich as hell, fuck

HOW does the SEX CRIMES unit currently not have any women working for it??!! (I’m not counting liv cause she’s the captain and irl she would not be in the field, she’d be constantly swamped by paperwork). Even in this episode, it would be helpful to have either terry or fin and a female cop going to talk to a vic/potential vic, if I had been assaulted in any form, remembering it or not I wouldn’t be very open to talking about it if they were talking to me like that, both playing the alpha role. At least with Velasco he can slip into a more soft, quiet, supportive type of conversation/questioning…

“where do you keep your receipts” is something that ALWAYS blows my fucking mind on these shows as a bartender. I DO NOT GET IT. Maybe it’s cause we have tap/card machines that don’t require signatures in Canada, but like…we don’t keep receipts, and even when there are the ones we do keep, they don’t have names, they don’t even have the full credit card number on them, so there would be no way to track someone. We had 250 people in the room each night and as a bartender, unless they had a tab with me, or a personal connection/were a good tipper/conversationalist, I’m not gonna remember them. Our reservations are usually for large groups, so sure we have a single name/card on file, but there’s no way to pin point someone out of their 4-40 people friend groups.  Random bar/service industry things that drive me wild on tv shows. That’s all.

Okay, we’re taking the bracelet off, I think that’s some progress finally.

You know, I wouldn’t mind commercial breaks if they weren’t the same fucking commercials every damn time. That’s the issue with live streaming shit. I miss cable…

“well…they’re idiots, but at least they’re consistent” LOL

Ice T really said “hold on…I need to earn my paycheque for the season” with the amount of screen time he has this ep…

Wait…what’s the plan here? The cops have talked to the perps, there’s no way they wouldn’t be sus about ray coming back in on this. Why not send Velasco or other cops in to bribe the things out and play the ray role? This seems like a bad idea lol.

“wife is here” WHY DID NO ONE TELL VELASCO??

Why don’t we get to go to court anymore?!

Who is this defence attorney? She looks familiar.

I need to raid Velasco’s closet. This coat and sweater look so fucking cozy. They’re mine now.

Glad to see liv branching out to a new type of therapy.

#law and order svu #svu #law and order #law and order special victims unit #law and order organized crime #law and order spoilers #spoilers

[calliethetrekkie]

Star Trek TOS S01E05: The Man Trap

Original Thoughts

"Didn't like it when I tried it when I was 15, to the point that I deemed the show boring and after trying another episode or two didn't pursue it any further. Not as bad trying it again at age 28, but still not to write home about. I can't put my finger on why, but I just do not care for it. But every show's gotta start somewhere, I guess..."

(I didn't do a watchthrough post on it, so that's me digging up my memory of how I felt)

Rewatch Thoughts

Oh Callie, you silly, silly girl...

You want proof that an episode order, even in a show that isn't continuity driven, can be important? This. As a first episode, this episode is a bad choice. You're just thrust into it first thing in an episode that doesn't quite convey the purpose of the series as well as say... The Corbomite Maneuver or even The Cage pilot. This is an episode where you really have to empathize with one of the main characters despite us not knowing or having any connection to him yet and with how it's done here, it didn't work on me.

Now admittedly my 15-year-old self was more concerned with classical/historical animation at this point in time and I only tried it because my dad told me there was a series before TNG. Because I was too stupid to realize that a show titled 'Next Generation' had something before it. I wasn't interested in the franchise in general and I think I used this as an excuse to convince myself that it wasn't worth it. You'd think as someone who had enjoyed researching animation history as a teenager, I would have been, but I wasn't.

But that was then, this is now. On the rewatch in 2021, I felt pretty much the same after it and the other two episodes from before (Charlie X and like... half of Where No Man Has Gone Before), but I decided to keep going. And I'm glad that I did since I fell in love with the show and McCoy became my favorite character. So when I watched it again sometime after finishing the TOS era, my opinion did a complete 180. Especially because I knew and could feel for McCoy so much more that time around.

So, with all that said, how did I feel this time? Oh Lord where do I even start?!

IDK the reasons why they pushed this over The Corbomite Manuever unless there was some late-game production issue, but I can kind of see why of the first batch they had to replace it with, they picked this one. Next to it, this is probably the one that establishes the main cast best, even allowing more for Uhura and Sulu than the others so far have. It also at least has an engaging plot that one can get sucked into, even if due to the events this one doesn't present the purpose the best. A show that starts with them having to kill an alien, the last of its species no less, in a show about exploration and diversity may feel a little out of left field compared to others, is what I'm saying. I can see why this was probably deemed the next best thing, however.

Despite my initial reaction both times I first watched this, I can now happily say that my opinion is FAR more favorable. There is so, so much that I want to talk about it that will cause this review to get WAAAAY too long. I'll post more on my main blog and I already did once here, but I'll do my best to convey it onto here.

Plot-wise, this is an intense one. We've already dealt with being tested by aliens, space criminals, and transporter malfunctions. Now we have something killing crew members, and this time it feels much more personal. Not only because we've now grown accustomed to these characters, but because of McCoy in particular. This is one where you really have to care and worry about him. Not just because of the tension regarding if our heroes will survive, but because of our concern for McCoy and how this is going to affect him. Kind of like how you had to feel for Kirk last episode, and next episode you're asked to do the same for Spock. This is where we are connecting to these characters and where we want them to be okay. IDK if they planned it that way, but it's certainly how I read it.

Speaking of McCoy, let's talk more about him. This is the first episode where we get some backstory, though sadly a LOT of it like about his wife and him having a daughter have still never made it into the show aside from the daughter being mentioned in the animated series. I think enough people know about it, and it's appeared in side material enough that it's considered canon, but his relationship with Nancy is still the best that we get. It starts really cute with him anxious and Kirk clearly enjoying every second of it while teasing him ain't helping him. But it gets a lot more sad the more we realize that Nancy isn't Nancy and the creature use those feelings to manipulate him. The creature outright says that it feels his much more strongly than from Crater, and ain't that just perfect for McCoy? He just feels so much and so strongly, and that made him an easy target.

A lot of credit REALLY goes to DeForest Kelley. The man did not, and imo still hasn't gotten enough credit for how freakin' amazing he was as McCoy. In this episode he's given a LOT to do, not only as McCoy, but at one point as the creature pretending to be McCoy. He portrays so much in the characterization, having that grumpiness we know and love but also this sense of... fragility, I guess is the best word? For as gruff and volatile as McCoy can be at timed, there's also this sense that he's so much more fragile and sad than he lets on. If you know more about his backstory with his divorce and about his father, it makes perfect sense. So him seeing the woman who he almost ended up with likely after the divorce, that one second chance he almost had but still lost, had to be a lot. But then everything else happens, and he finds out that not only was she dead, but from his POV he had to kill her all over again in order to save Kirk, someone he also cares a great deal about. That'll go in another post, but all that fear, sadness, anxiety, infatuation... De portrayed it all perfectly.

And while he wasn't fake!McCoy for long, he also portrays it with much more insecurity and is more withdrawn and quiet. In the conference room scene, as he as the creature acting as McCoy tries to explain how it's just trying to survive, and they shouldn't kill it and is clearly getting more and more worried as it realizes that it's running out of time. It's also really the only time we get to hear from the creature itself, showing some level of intelligence and desperation to survive. It's not just some mindless monster, it knows what it's doing, which makes it even scarier. The scene almost makes me wish we could have just had De doing Fake McCoy the whole episode, but that wasn't to be. The man was such an excellent actor, and he put his all into it in this episode especially. He did more than make McCoy feel like a character, he made him feel like a person.

We get more from other characters as well. Seriously, Uhura, Rand, and Sulu are utterly adorable in this episode and I love them. We have moments like Uhura attempting to flirt with Spock, Sulu and Rand with the plants, Kirk's utter glee at getting to hear more about McCoy's love life (his reaction when he learned about 'plum' is just beautiful). There are a LOT of good moments. Even the monster costume here looked pretty damn good, considering the show's budget. We even get a bit of a darker side of Kirk as he has no problem killing the creature, albeit only because it's killing his men, and he is NOT going to allow that under any circumstances. If that means breaking some moral codes, so be it. We have Spock realizing that McCoy is fake despite so far their longest interaction being them arguing last episode, which still says a lot if Spock could tell even at this point that something wasn't right. Really, I could ramble forever. But I guess I better try to keep this from going much longer.

It's funny thinking back to my teenaged self now. If I told her that she was going to love this episode and these characters and get sucked into the franchise she's avoided for years, she'd probably look at me like I was crazy. She was in a different place than I am now, and that's okay. It took time, but I grew to love this episode. IDK if I'd rank it as a top tier episode or anything, but it's still a good one. A tense plot, good character moments, and if you're a McCoy fan then there is so much to read into. It's just a shame that because this aired first a lot of that got lost. But if you watch it in production order or even just go back after going through more, I promise that it will be a lot better. Or you liked it from the get-go, I can only vouch for myself XD

Original Rating: 2/5

Rewatch Ranking: 7/10

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