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YOUR PROMPTS ARE OPEN!!!! 🥳🥳🥳 im so excited this time has come! you know i'll probably send a few but for my first i'd like to request #'s 33 and 50 from the fluff prompts with my dear shifty, of course. mucho love 2 u!

A LITTLE PIECE OF HOME

Summary: Before your childhood friends Popeye and Shifty are shipped out, Popeye brings his new camera and decides to make some last minute memories.

Word-Count: 1.9k

Prompts: “can i keep it, the photo of us?” and “look at me.”

A/N: pearl, my love, my life-HI! your little request was beyond fun to write! this piece is short and sweet in (hopefully) all the right places-anything for you! shifty is our sweet sunshine boy and it was a pleasure to write for you. i hope you request more prompts soon my love-thanks you for being there for me. your messages always brighten my day. i hope you enjoy ❣️✨

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It was the perfect day outside. In Virginia, it felt like summer all year round. But today was different-it was absolutely gorgeous. The sun shined bright as the heat burned down on your exposed shoulders with the sun making your skin become pink. The day seemed too perfect for it to end so soon.

You, Darrell, and Robert had been friends since the three of you were in diapers. You all grew up in a small tight-knit town; living down the same dirt road that went for miles on end, going to the same Sunday church and packed diner for pancakes and milkshakes, walked all over the train tracks, the three of you were conjoined at the hip. Wherever they went, you went with them.

Robert was the one who brought the group together. In second grade, Robert and Darrell had been playing during recess one day and saw you, sitting all by yourself with tears coming out of your big eyes and your hair and dress all covered in dirt. Darrell saw you and ran over. He didn’t know you, but he hated seeing other people sad-so not only were you crying, but Darrell burst into loud sobs, followed by Robert. When you had stopped crying, Darrell and Robert took you to their little play corner and got wet clothes, rubbing the dirt from your face. The boys in your school had been teasing you and kicked dirt in your direction, messing up the outfit your mama had made for you. While Darrell attempted to “make you pretty” again, he asked for your name and asked if you had any friends. Once you told him your name and that you had no friends, he said that he and Robert were your new friends from now on.

And they truly were.

Now the three of you we’re in your twenties-still living in that small town in Virginia. Each of you had changed in appearance. Popeye grew into his round-face, his thin hair receding, but his dimples and slurred accent still remaining the same. Shifty, well to you-he was handsome. He hadn’t changed one bit, but every day he got even more handsome to look at it. He grew from the sweetheart who cried with you in second grade to the boy who offered to take you platonically to prom since nobody was “in their right mind” to do so. The boy with the sun-tanned skin and comforting smile was your best friend and the love of your life. But how could you tell him? Almost every girl wanted him. Bless their hearts, but he was too shy for his own good-and so were you. Considering your experience with men, you decided it was best if you and Shifty would stay friends. The two of you had done some for nearly a decade. But as you got older, it got harder to contain those feelings. Whenever you looked at him, you felt like you were going to throw up your heart.

The three of you all believed that you would live in this town for the rest of your lives and until you were all old and real adults. But that all changed in an instant.

Robert and Shifty had signed up for the Paratroopers and we’re being shipped out to Toccoa early next morning. They had broken the news to you last night at Shifty’s house with his poor Ma, breaking into tears. Just like his ma, Shifty’s big eyes began to burst into tears, which made everybody cry. Whenever he got emotional, it always reminded you of a younger and more innocent Shifty, the one that never missed a single shot and loved nature. Your one, true friend who you could tell anything to, the one who knew your small quirks and deepest secrets. The one man that you loved more than anything in the world that was now slipping through your fingers.

In that very field you sat in, you stayed silent most of the time. Shifty had his rifles slung over his shoulders, donning light blue overalls as he and Popeye walked around, casually conversing about being Paratroopers. You hide behind the tall grass, slowly picking the petals off of a bright daisy, muttering to yourself. You watched his every move; his lips moving with a smile, his smooth skin glittering in the sun, and his chocolate brown hair becoming golden in the bright sun.

You had become so lost in your own little world that you didn’t even notice Shifty, standing right next to you. He poked your shoulder and saw you looked up with a confused face, progressing your surroundings.

“Y/n? You okay?” He asked, bending down with his hands on his knees. “You’ve been awfully quiet.”

You looked up and subtle smiled to cover up your sadness. “I am, Darrell. Just a little sleepy.”

Darrell held out a free hand in front of your face, “Well, you wanna with me just a little?

You silently responded and took his hand, which lingered for longer than you wanted it to. His hands had been so worked, his skin remained as soft as silk. His fingertips finessed against your palm. The two of you walked side by side as you walked side by side, the sounds of the wind blowing through the tall grass filling the silent void.

Darrell was a little concerned by your quiet behavior. You were normally very energetic about him and Robert, but you were as silent as a mouse today. It was your last time truly with him and for Robert for one month, one year, who knew how long they would be gone for. Darrell maybe would never see you again, the small town the two of you grew up in, your bright smile. He wanted to see that every single day; whether that be waking up to you in the morning or having a little piece of you overseas.

Darrell was very in touch with his emotions, unafraid to conceal them. His ma always taught him to be honest, and that’s what he did best. So when you were down, he had to fix it before it was too late.

“Y/n?” He said in a low tone, turning over to see you, unresponsive as you looked down at your fiddling hands. You were hurting, and it broke his heart to see what. “Can you tell me what’s bothering you?”

You were unresponsive as you kept your eyes down, your hands scrunching with the fabric of your flowy skirt. He had done nothing wrong-he never had done anything wrong to you ever. But it was hard to think that the next time you would hear from Shifty-it could be a military letter and announce that he had died a hero. Just another number in a never-ending war. And that you, a fool, never confessed how you felt to your childhood best friend.

Darrell stopped in his tracks and let out a soft sigh, tenderly grabbing your forehand to stop you as well. His free hand moved to the edge of your chin, gently tilting it sideways so you would make eye contact with him.

“Look at me,” Darrell politely requested, his voice shaky.

You followed his request and looked at him, seeing that he was fighting back tears. You weren’t the only one, which made you feel relieved and even sadder.

“Oh Darrell...you know if I start with my waterworks, you’ll be followed’ after,'' You remarked and let out a dry chuckle, masking the incoming tears. It was too late and a stray tear escaped from Shifty’s eye, his pink lips quivering as he was speechless.

Just like you had stated, two tears came from your eyes as you used a finger to wipe him away. “Told ya’ so. Look at us, just little kids.”

Darrell rested in your palm, rubbing against it like a cat would with a pillow. “Like it was yesterday. I remember washing the dirt from your cheeks so I could make you look pretty again. Don’t know why I ever said that-you still are pretty.”

You patted his cheeks as you lead his hands down into your own, squeezing them. Darrell and you stood in the open field, hands tangled with each other, the wind blowing against you as the grass tickled your bare feet. Not only did the humidity make you feel warm, but so did the growing heat in your cheeks.

“How do you tell someone you love them?” Darrell casually questioned to break the silence that was growing in the wind.

A smile crept on your face, “Just like your ma would say, you just gotta be honest with yourself.”

“Well, I think I love you. No, I don’t think. I know it.” Darell declared, holding your hands close to his chest. “I wanted to let you know. I didn’t wanna ever tell you.”

You tilted your heart and let out a dreamy sigh. “Oh, Darell...I…”

The sudden click and flash of a camera before blinded you and Shifty. You squint your eyes as they burned with flashes of white light as Shifty pulled you into his chest, his hands protectively resting on your lower back.

It was just Robert, holding his brand new camera over his eyes, his thin eyebrows raised and mouth wide open in shock. Instead of reacting, Shifty and you stayed close together, both red in the face along with Robert.

Robert took the photo out of the camera and shook it, tucking it into Shifty’s pocket. You opened your mouth to speak, but Robert beat you to it.

“I’ll leave you lovebirds to it,” Robert said as he turned around, walking away in a hurry, “I’ll see ya at the Power’s for supper-I hope.”

Once Robert had left, Shifty dug his fingers into his pocket to retrieve the photo. You leaned against his chest and observed the photo. Robert had caught the two of you in the middle of your confession, hands tangled as your eyes met. Both of you had smiles on your faces-and Darrell looked amazing-even if he was in black and white.

“That’s not a bad photo of you,” You complimented as you leaned into his nice smelling chest, “You looked handsome.”

“And you looked pretty-but you always do.” Shifty shot back, planting a kiss into your face. He observed the photo and then looked down at you to compare, a big smile appearing on his face like a child on Christmas morning. Shifty had found his answer, and it was not only right in front of him but in his fingertips.

“Can I keep it, this photo of us?” Darrell said in your hair as he shook the photo, “When I need a piece of home. I’ll give you my whole heart, anything you want, darlin’.”

You nodded your head, “Yes, you can. You don’t need to give me anything-but can I ask you something?”

“Yes, darlin’. Anything,” Darrell stated as he looked down at your adoringly. He looked like he wanted to give you the whole world in that moment, If he could have, he would have.

“We only got a night left together for a long time. Can we spend it all together? Just one night?”

Shifty flashed his bright smile and kissed each knuckle on your hand, leaving a small mark. “Yes ma’am.”

Once Shifty had neatly stored the cherished photograph of you into his breast project, the two of you grabbed each other's hands and walked down the gravel road, back to the Power’s residence for supper. You leaned against his shoulder, letting him lead you. Whenever Darrell had gone, you would follow along. You knew your last few hours together were short, but if it was your last time ever seeing Darell-you wanted to make the most of it.

#carrie writes #shifty powers #shifty powers x reader #band of brothers #band of brothers x reader #shifty powers imagine #band of brothers imagine

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5-falsehoods-phonated · 3 years

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Tell Me You Hate Me

Summary: Story contains some intense intrusive thoughts, please mind the tags. Remus always has episodes where his emotions seem to completely shut down, leaving nothing but thoughts pounding in his skull begging for a reaction. When he finally breaks down, Logan is there to hold him together.

Warnings: intrusive thought, implied self bruising, depictions of violence and death, hurt with comfort, mild swearing

Ships: Logan x Remus, Intrulogical

WC: 3, 602

General Taglist: (ask to be tagged generally or in specific writing.) @im-an-anxious-wreck

Remus huffed as he flopped over to his other side yet again, kicking his feet out from underneath them and burying his face into his pillow. Finding it still too hot he quickly picked his head up and flipped the pillow to the cooler side, flopping face first this time as he fought to quiet his groan. Squeezing his eyes shut tight did nothing unfortunately and neither did leaving indents in his palms from his fingernails. Flopping over onto his back he tried taking deep, calming breaths- something Virgil had said sometimes helped them sleep- but he gave up after a few minutes. Shadows from the corners of his room licked at the edge of the safety of his bed and a spike of anxiety in his chest forced his feet back under the covers. A stupid false sense of security that died along with the anxiety as quickly as it had made itself known. The dull buzz of his fan did nothing to drown the ringing in his ears and he wiggled a bit to get the sheets unstuck from his back as his newest position began to get uncomfortable.

He closed his eyes again and sighed deeply before throwing the blankets to the floor and hurrying to the light switch to flick it on. Eyes still shut he stumbled into the hallway running his hand along the wall for a sense of direction wanting nothing more but a spike of caffeine to jump start the day. He left the kitchen light off since he didn't actually know how early it was and didn't want to wake Logan, instead holding his hand out and shuffling forward until his toe stubbed the bottom of the cabinets. Swearing he placed his hands on the counter and felt around until he found the coffee pot, finally deciding to open his eyes to the dim room so he didn't end up smashing the pot and getting glass in his feet...again. Filling it with water and grounds was simple enough, the routine so ingrained he had to force himself to actually concentrate on the action instead of drifting off into his own head again.

Briefly he thought about wedging his head under the spout and letting the freshly brewed coffee flow down his throat but he decided he liked the new creamer they had gotten too much to attempt that this time. Idly picking at his fingertips while he waited he glanced out the window of the shared apartment and wondered how hard it would be to climb down the building from there. Realistically he could do it- just squat in the sink and back up as carefully as he could to find footholds and balance. The thought of neighbors seeing a random ass sticking out of a window, wiggling as he got into a better position brought a flicker of a grin to his face, but the thought of then someone calling the police to report a break-in and the subsequential argument hed most likely have with Logan over his reasoning it had seemed like a good idea made him dismiss the thought immediately. Things were already on the rockier side with his husband, he didn't need something else making him regret he had ever proposed to Remus.

Things weren't at all bad in their marriage, new as it was and with as small of a space they shared. Remus just went through moods- quiet ones where he was mostly lost in his head and didn't want to make things tense by finding his way out of it. Moods where everything was exhausting, even engaging in activities with someone he loved more than anything else in the world seemed dull and tiring. He'd never tell Logan that, never even think about hurting him that badly, but sometimes he got so tired it was all he could do to get out of bed. And now his emotions were broken again and that certainly didn't help anything.

It didn't happen often, but every once in a while for whatever reason his brain had thought of, he couldn't feel anything. Not even sadness. Smiles were hard, crying was harder, brief spikes of anxiety died before he could think about them and anger or irritation which he usually relied on in these states were so far away he couldn't even think of what to do to make them appear. His world was dull and heavy and numb, pressing in from all sides in a way that would have been overwhelming if he could care to put any name to it. Instead he grew quiet, filing away thoughts and feelings to deal with when he could actually grasp them. Logan noticed; of course he did he noticed everything. Usually all Remus really needed was space and a little time to get his bearings. He would stay in bed a lot, even if he didn't manage to sleep, and watch youtube videos at random for hours on end until Logan came in with water or food or a reminder to get up and stretch. Remus would get up stiffly and stretch for a moment, maybe go to the bathroom, eat, drink and then go right back to curl as tight as he could under the blankets to blankly stare at the screen. He'd hear a soft sigh and feel fingers run gently through his tangled hair before the door would shut once again and he'd be left alone to his nothing and cold and numb and thoughts.

The thoughts were the worst even if he didn’t attach anything to them. Constant and intrusive and violent as they were they didn't even make him afraid anymore. It often seemed, in whatever fucked up process his brain had made up, that if his emotions shut down the intrusive thoughts needed to step up to compensate. Usually nothing more than a suggestive buzz in the background he had long ago learned to simply brush off they became a battering ram against the inside of his skull that he had to actively reason his way through to stop the twitch in his muscles. Boiling water for tea became sticking his hands in his pocket so he didn't stick it in the pan to watch burn and stick to the bottom, flesh pulling like hot cheese until it snapped away from his muscles and left his blood to be boiled by the heat. The want to tip his chair back became his teeth frigging as a graphic image of his head cracked open like an egg and leaking through the carpet presented itself to him like a proud child with macaroni art. A constant barrage of images and impulses that left him exhausted rather than disturbed and made him simply want to sleep them all away, which of course was when the insomnia kicked in and left him making coffee at- his eyes snapped to the oven clock and he sighed tiredly- 4:30 on the morning.

Thanking whatever gods were real it was a Saturday morning he brought down a mug and filled it with coffee and an obscene amount of creamer, chugging it in seconds and ignoring the sickly sweet taste before getting a refill and shambling to the couch to turn on the news. The news always had something going on lately and he was hoping it would be enough to distract from the thoughts of smashing his head through the glass coffee table or making another pot of coffee to chug through. Granted the latter was the better option of the two should he make it a choice but he knew his limit with caffeine and wasn't keen on his heart thumping in his chest throughout the day when he had no energy to do anything with the fake adrenaline rush.

"Remus?" The man winced as he heard Logan's sleepy voice in the hallway and turned to see him walking to the couch, face pinched in concern. "Are you alright? It's nearly five in the morning."

Running his dry tongue over even drier lips Remus nodded. "I uh- I was gonna go on a run today. Get out of the house you know- and I thought an early start might be good."

Logan studied his face carefully, though thankfully not seeming to notice the deep bruises under his eyes in the shifting light of the tv. Remus offered a weak smile and gripped his mug tighter, firmly dismissing the thought to smash it over Logan's head while Logan stepped back and nodded tiredly.

"I'm going to sleep for a bit longer. Please be careful Remus, I love you."

"Love you too, Logan." Remus turned away before he could see any more puty in Logan's eyes, anger licking up from his stomach but he simply clutched his mug to dissipate it before it could take hold, not that it really could. He listened as the footsteps died and the others door was shut, bringing the mug up and chugging the rest of it. Groaning slightly he realized he'd actually have to go out now, he couldn't lie to Logan anymore than he already had. Screwing his mouth to one side he decided biking would be easier. More chances to simply coast and he could wear his headphones without risk of his phone bouncing out of his pocket. Figuring he may as well go now rather than wait, since if he did he was sure he'd simply go back to curl up in bed, he quickly tidied up the kitchen and went to throw some clothes and a helmet on. Tugging his bike out of the hall closet he found himself on the street without quite remembering how he'd gotten there but in the end he supposed it didn't matter. This early in the morning there was virtually no one on the sidewalks giving him ample space to go as fast as he wanted down the hill. Hed ride back up the hill on his way back so he'd get some actual exercise to make up for just coasting for about a quarter mile later.

The wind was on his face before he even registered he had started heartbeat picking up slightly as the buildings on his right began to whip past faster and faster. He contemplated breaking a bit to slow down but his thoughts suddenly demanding he do a hard break, making him flip over the handlebars and skid into the road made him dismiss it quickly. Hed slow down eventually and he was fine for now. The streets were quiet and dark, the air was cool but the wind was so cold it felt like needles against his face. He probably should have worn at least a jacket from the way his arms were going numb but dismissing it was so much easier than thinking about how tiring it would be to turn around, go all the way back to his building, back up the stairs and into his room to get a jacket and gloves- and by that time he'd just went to stay in bed anyway since that would be closer so there really wasn't any point. The fold felt nice, it as waking him up along with the coffee and his heart was thumping loudly in his ears drowning out any thoughts that might slip through and his hands were gripping the handle bars so tight his cold knuckles were a stark white-

Instinct swerved his bike and slammed the breaks before he even noticed the truck speeding down the road. The driver didn't even acknowledge him as his hands slipped off the handle bars and his vision grew spotty. The sudden panic felt distant, dull and unimportant even as his breathing sped up and a thought rose up that told him he could have died: images of his cold body splayed in front of a sideways truck slammed it's way through to the front of his mind, blood pooled around the driver’s feet as his panicked voice called for help. Distantly Logan's screams could be heard as footsteps ran to his unresponsive body and everything was simply white and static and cold. The sound of another car's horn snapped him back to himself suddenly, looking around in confusion as he saw how light it had gotten and the quiet streets now coming to life with people Getting off night shift or waking up for their morning shift or running to coffee shops. His sweat soaked hands were nearly frozen on the handlebars and when he tried moving his legs he felt like he was trying to tread through a thick vat of glue that threatened to pull him down and under the second he decided to stop fighting.

As much as he wanted nothing more than to collapse and hope something on his bike punctured a lung on the way down though he simply turned and started back up the hill towards home. He didn’t know how long he had been standing on the sidewalk but he judged it to have been an hour at least with how bright the sky was now. Hopefully Lgan hadn’t worried too much, the thought bringing a wave of guilt that nearly drove him to his knees with the fierceness with which it crashed onto him but just like with everything else it disappeared almost as quickly as it decided to present itself and Remus was left to simply stare blankly at the concrete before him as his stiff legs took him to Logan step by mind numbing step. He just had to make it to Logan. Logan would know what to do, what to say; Remus knew all he ever had to do was ask. Logan was getting better at asking whenever he needed help so the least Remus could do was show that same courtesy.

But then- what if he didn’t understand? What if he couldn’t? What if he thought Remus was just crazy or having a mental break or because he couldn’t feel things sometimes Logan thought that meant he didn’t love him anymore? What if he decided to leave? What if he left and Remus was alone with only his thoughts and the cold and-

“Remus?” He snapped his head up at Logan’s voice, a quick brush of panic curling around him as he saw that he was back in the apartment with again no recollection of walking the rest of the way up the block and up the stairs and through the door. Logan was looking at him, that same pitying concern wrinkling his face as he stood in front of Remus with a mug of black coffee held tightly in one hand while the other reached out to him gently. And Remus, with the overwhelming feeling of nothing, nothing, nothing and still frantically beating heart with wild eyes full of tears that hadn’t fallen in a week, couldn’t think of what to say to make anything better for either of them. So he did what he did best.

“Tell me you hate me.” The words blurted out with his characteristic impulsiveness as Logan’s eyes blew wide and he only briefly registered his own surprise before the world turned gray again. Of course, the most painful thing for him to hear is what he wanted. No amount of horror movie jump scares or gore, of late night metal blasting at full volume through his ears, pf slamming his fists repeatedly into his thighs until he could barely walk the next day would be as painful as having someone he had cared about more than anyone else for six years now telling him that they hated him. That they couldn’t stand him because he was useless and unfeeling and so, so stupid to even think someone like them could love someone like him. He needed to hear the words he knew Logan was probably itching for permission to say, and now that he had it he could go all out, and maybe then something could get through his constant swirl of thoughts.

“Please I can’t- I’m so numb Logan. I haven’t felt anything in a week I just need- this is your chance to lay it all out.” Logan considered him carefully before reaching ver and setting his coffee down on the counter and stepping towards him. Gently, so gently it almost hurt, Logan took both of his hands and tugged, walking backward and around until he could sit them both down on the couch. Squeezing his hands slightly he took them away only to place them gently on with side of Remus’ face and hold him as if he was made of fragile porcelain, thumbs caressing his cheekbones in a steady rhythm that had his heart finally calming down and body relaxing into the touch.

“I love you.”

Remus’ breath caught as he locked eyes with his husband, who was simply smiling gently as him with the same loving look he had been giving him for years. Pressure built behind his eyes suddenly and he widened them to keep it at bay, shaking his head in defiance.

“You are safe. Whatever you’re feeling or not feeling is perfectly alright. You are with your husband who cares for you very much in the apartment we’ve shared for four years. You haven’t been sleeping well which may be contributing to your mental distress but that’s okay too because we can work on fixing that. I could never tell you that I hate you. Love you more than anything, Remus.”

Remus wasn’t sure why that’s what finally broke him, but the flood of emotions that crashed over him barely gave him time to breath before he gasped out a sob and smashed his face into Logan’s chest. Steady arms wrapped around him in a tight, comforting embrace as his legs were brought over his lap, essentially making Logan cardle him like a child but Remus couldn’t bring himself to care as he gasped and shuddered out weeks worth of pent up emotions that he was just now able to feel and it was too much, too much, too much all at once. His hands came up too fist in Logan’s shirt and snot ran freely down his face and his throat began to ache form the noises desperately escaping his throat. This was too much at once, he couldn’t handle this much at once.

But all the way through it Logan rocked them back and forth, hugging him tightly and whispering how much he was loved and cared for and how much better his life was with Remus in it even if he did leave the cabinet doors open and hog the blankets when they shared a bed. Careful fingers carded through his hair as he was told that it was okay to cry, it was okay to not feel anything or to feel everything and Logan would be there regardless. Logan would be there for him through everything Remus needed as long as Remus needed him for. The rocking and whispering didn’t stop until Remus pulled away, a little ashamed and embarrassed with snot covering his face and hiccups preventing him from saying anything but it was okay because Logan only smiled as him and laid a hand on his cheek before getting up and telling him He’d be right back.

It was only a few seconds before he was back with a cool washcloth pressed to his face, carefully wiping his sore, red eyes and rubbing gently as his cheeks and nose. It ws cool and refreshing and instantly Remus felt better than he had in weeks. His wild curls were brushed out of his face and a kiss was pressed to his forehead before Logan made to leave again, making Remus let out a pathetic whine in protest.

“I’m only going to the kitchen to get you water, Remus. Did you want to come with me?”

As ridiculous as it was, he did. So he slipped his hand into Logan’s and followed him out to the small kitchen, watching as he awkwardly poured a glass of water from the fridge one handed and passed it to Remus who downed it in five seconds and handed it back sheepishly. Receiving only an encouraging smile in return the glass was filled once again before he was tugged back into the living room and sat down on the couch. Logan turned to him and squeezed his hand gently. Always so gently and lovingly.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Remus knew they would have to eventually but he was so tired. Not the kind of tired he had been where everything was exhausting and irritating and just on the side of too much, but the kind of bone tired you can only be after having an emotional breakdown in your husband's arms at eight o’clock in the morning after only getting two hours of sleep the night before. So he shook his head, hoping against all odds Logan could read minds and understand.

To Logan’s credit he picked up that it was something best addressed at a later time, simply nodding again and reaching for the remote. “How about a movie instead then? As a distraction?”

Smiling a tired but genuine smile, Remus nodded and curled up into Logan’s side, eyes slipping shut before he could even see what Logan had picked. But that was fine. The volume was low and Logan’s arm came to wrap around Remus’ shoulder as he drifted off peacefully. He was safe and loved and right now, that was all that mattered.

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toxicfunkylittlecrazy · 3 years

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The Mandalorian: Chapter 16

Okay here goes because I CANNOT FUCKING CONTAIN MY EMOTIONS RIGHT NOW. tHIS FINAL EPISODE OF THE SEASON WAS EVERYTHING AND I AM STILL SCREAMING.

Screaming spoilers beyond the line.

Okay so it’s going to be just about the last 10 minutes because honestly this is why I am screaming about. The whole fucking episode was aMAZING and omg how did they do it in just 40 minutes wTF it felt like one of the original movies like it does feel like it takes place there but with better vfx if that’s even possible because the original trilogy was aces for being in the late 70s and 80s but that’s another subject.

This is not at all an objective review or post because I cannot stop thinking about how fucking gOOD THIS IS

AN ALL GIRL TEAM LEADING THE CHARGE AND TAKING THE WHOLE SHIP BY THEMSELVES?! OMFG BRILLIANT!!!!! THE WHOLE THING WITH THE SABER??? Haven’t caught up with Rebels or Clone Wars but I saw enough seasons to understand what Bo-Katan’s mission was and why her obsession with it and poor Din just being like “Take it” and not understanding a thing about how it works and Moff just taunting her, it surprises me how she didn’t kill him right there and then and omg it has so many potential for the next season I get so excited just thinking about it.

But what really started this whole post is the last 10 minutes... The structure of that moment was so fucking spectacular *chef’s kiss* it’s so overdone but it gets me everytime because that is motherfuckin good storytelling. I know I give Jon Favreau a lot of shit but that man has it nail down. He’s slowly but surely becoming one of my favorite screenwriters (And director even tho he didn’t directed this one that was all the brilliance of Peyton Reed which wOW! ant man anyone????) The overdone beautiful perfect storytelling im talking about is the “All seems lost” or “The Darkest Hour” memory serves me so bad right now but I’ve studied it in film school and I’ve seen it in enough films to know what’s coming. Now it may seem that what happens next its an ex-machina but it isn’t at least this doesn’t feel like this to me!

We’ve made theories since the episode with Ahsoka when she says “There aren’t many Jedi left” we knew, we felt, we prayed and we hoped. Every indication was pointing towards him and still the minute it as announced the ship approaching was an X-Wing I knew. I’ve been let down so many times with endings of tv-shows and movies that I no longer held hope that he would show up but they said X-Wing and I knew it!!!

Then the black cape, the green lightsaber! (though the first time the light saber appeared on screen it was white I knew that once the shot followed him it was going to be green) the black glove on the right hand, and the skills!! I never doubted for a second that it was Luke the one that came to save them.

bUT THE WHOLE SEQUENCE OF LUKE DESTROYING THE DARK TROOPERS!! Was it just me or did it look like Darth Vader killing off every rebel in that last shot in Rogue One? Because it fucking looked like that, black cape and all and oh mY FUCKING GOD IT WAS BRILLIANT!! I can’t wait to see the gifs and the comparisons.

AND THE WHOLE ENDING FUCKING DESTROYED ME! GROGU ASKING PERMISSION FROM HIS DAD!!! SOFT DIN TAKING OFF HIS HELMET AND FUCKING CRYING!!!!! THE BEBE BEING SO FUCKING CUTE WHEN HE FINALLY SAW HIS DAD’S FACE AND CARESSED IT SO SOFTLY??? MAN!! And just to make sure I was dead they show R2!!! COME ONN!!!! YOU KNOW HOW SOFT THAT LOOKED?!?!?!?! Luke (and Moff) recognizing the bond Grogu and Din have towards each other gives me feelings that I cannot write comprehensibly. It was just so goddamn beautiful.

Now here comes a controversial opinion...

I wouldn’t mind if the child doesn’t appear anymore... I LOVE HIM, I started watching because of the bebe but hear me out. I know it’s not going to be the last we see of him but I wouldn’t be bothered if we don’t see him again, because their story has been told. DIN FUCKING FULFILLED HIS PROMISE! He was charged with returning the child with his own kind and Luke is that, Luke can train him and we know how that can go. (And how it ended unfortunately) I might change my mind later and I am sad to see them apart of course I am sad, but right now, half an hour after I stopped crying watching the last episode I can tell you, I wouldn’t mind if the child never shows up in an episode again. Now, you take Din out of the show then that’s a big fucking mistake buddy. We saw Din changing so much through these last two seasons and it was because of Grogu. He’ll be forever thankful for that and like the absolute best father that he is he won’t let anyone stand in the way of him visiting his son, alright? Not even Luke Skywalker. akjsdfa

Okay I’m soft, I feel like I’ve got a lot to say still but this is all I can write right now. For me, I doubt anyone would read this lol but I’ve got no one to talk about this brilliant A+ show, it was just perfect!

#the mandalorian spoilers #the mandalorian #star wars #i'm still crying #spoilers #din djarin #the child #grogu #pedro pascal #long review #i think it's a review #its more like a shouting of words about one of the best episodes i've seen #is this long enough tags so you won't see the spoiler tag? i hope so #luke skywalker #i'm so glad i waited for the tv to be free to watch i would have died watching that scene in a small screen lol

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gandrewheadcannons · 5 years

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Drabble 1 (angst) (open ended)

I wrote a drabble that’s angsty like I’ve been recently.

Andrew doesn’t wish often for things. He prides himself on being reasonable. Pragmatic. He’s meticulously organized and often not caught up in frivolous thoughts that would have him desiring for something he could just create with a well-thought-out plan to achieve. He lived very much by the notion of ‘if you want it, go for it’ and liked that about himself. It kept him grounded, kept him level headed. Made it so he could breathe easier when he was anxious. If he stayed far away from wishing then he had less to add to his mix of doubt and insecurities. But right now, very out of character, he found himself sitting alone at two o’clock in the morning wishing.

Ryland had stopped filming hours ago and Shane had retreated to the editing room to work. Andrew had declined working in the same room as him feeling squicked by the copious amount of lip gloss Shane had been smearing across his mouth. He was left to his own devices in the spare bedroom when a picture had appeared across his twitter feed that had stopped him in his tracks. It was an old photo of him and Garrett, something someone had screen grabbed from a video where Garrett’s eyes are twinkling and Andrew’s got a soft smile as he stares at the boy. The person had tagged them both and added a message of ‘soft bois’ with a bunch of emoji hearts. It had been shared and liked a good number of times but it wasn’t the picture itself that had him stopping. He’d seen it so many times that at this point it didn’t surprise him to see the way he was watching Garrett in it.

No, what had him stopping was the top tweet underneath it that read, ‘Im sad they don’t seem to hang anymore…used to ship but now I hope Garrett finds people who can appreciate him. The squad definitely doesn’t’ That tweet had almost as many likes as the original, a list of people agreeing. He hesitates to click the profile and then decides against it, exiting Twitter completely and then opening his messages and scrolling to find the conversation with Garrett. It had been a few weeks since they’d texted and Andrew feels a bubble of guilt building in his stomach fluttering amidst something else that Andrew realizes is desire. He misses Garrett. He could easily admit that to anyone who asked. He didn’t to see him as much now that Shane had moved and Andrew spent the majority of his time here. But what he wasn’t sure that he was so readily able to admit would be the fact that, even though it’s just a brief moment, he wishes more than anything that Garrett was there with him.

Looking around the guest room it feels lonely and isolating with the glow of his phone and computer screen the only lights. Biting the corner of his thumb nail he hesitates as he figures out what to send. It was late and though he knew Garrett was awake he found himself, for one of the first times in their friendship, unsure of how to start a conversation with him. Thinking back to the horoscope Shane had read him he blushes despite being alone with his intrusive thoughts. He knew he adored Garrett. Had always done so from the moment they’d met in person and Garrett had shared his cold brew and spoke excitedly about a puppy he’d seen on the way to meet him.

Garrett was his go to guy for any anxieties he might have, his favorite person to get lost with in conversations, but he seemed so far away as of late. He hadn’t wanted to be a part of the series this time. Had explained it softly to them back in February that he’d rather take time for himself and to be with his family. It had felt like a slow bandaid being pulled achingly from Andrew’s side; the comfort of laughter and ease not being present in the long days of filming for the past nine months. He was tired.

Bypassing the messaging all together he bites the bullet and hits the call button, the screen enlarging with buttons and ‘calling G’ scrolling across the top. He’s about ready to hang up and send an apology text with each uwhen all of a sudden Garrett picks up. It’s loud in the background of wherever he is. Andrew hates that he doesn’t know.

“Hey!” Garrett’s voice shouts loudly. “Give me a minute, I’m trying to go outside.” There’s clinking of glasses and someone shouting as music suddenly blares and then it all fades into a quiet hum like something pulled from a movie. “Sorry!” Garrett sounds breathless and laughs a little. “It’s wild in there. What’s up? Are you okay?” His voice going from laughter to concern, the volume lowering into a normal speaking tone with Garrett’s quick pacing sprinkled into the tone.

“I’m good.” Andrew already feels the constricting in his chest lightening some. “Where are you?” A nervous laugh bubbling over and spilling between his lips as he says, “it’s like…way past a Garrett Watts approved party time.” Garrett lets out a manic laugh and Andrew finds himself craving to see the reaction in person.

“Oh I know! It’s so silly. I really did want to leave like three hours ago but now I’m kind of stuck because I got too drunk to drive back home.” Andrew can detect a hint of slurring to confirm the statement. A drunk Garrett was one of his favorite versions; overly tactile and honest with whoever he was with. Andrew could do with a hug.

“Are you okay? You want a ride?” Being forty minutes away was a stretch of an offer but Andrew found that he was up and walking towards his shoes. He’d drive it if it meant spending one night with Garrett.

“Oh Andrew that’s so sweet!” Garrett coos, “I’m really okay, it’s fine. You’re probably at Shane’s anyways?” Andrew hates that he’s so predictable now. Misses when he was only down the street.

“Yeah I am.” He sighs. From his window he can see one of the driveways with his car in it. “I don’t mind, Garrett. I can come.” He presses further. Garrett makes a booing sound and laughs again.

“It’s fine!” Then he drops his voice. “Actually, can I tell you something?” He trails off like he’s to giddy to contain the giggles that erupt. “It’s so crazy, Andrew. But oh!” He lets out another nervous laughter. “I kind of…maybe met someone.” He’s breathless, slurring together the last of his words into one quick session.

“What?” Andrew feels blank. Garrett had met someone. It wasn’t like this was different. Garrett had met so many people and Andrew had picked him up from countless of dates that hadn’t gone well but the last he’d heard; Garrett wasn’t interested in dating anyone. “Like…a someone?” His throat feels painfully scratchy like if he speaks any louder his hammering heart might claw its way up it and out through his mouth. Pitiful. The best way to describe himself in the moment.

“Yeah!” Garrett is whispering. “His name is Ron. We didn’t even meet through Tinder I just like… kept seeing him at the same diner as me at the same time and we ended up eating together a few times. I thought we were just friends but it turns out he thought we were on a few dates!” Garrett laughs. “I pretty much suck at this.” He admits but he doesn’t sound as despondent as he normally would with the statement. In fact, he sounds more amused.

“Wow.” He’s stilted in his commentary. The hopeful feeling that had warmed his body was slowly drained and replaced with something akin to regret. “How…uh.” He clears his throat annoyed that he feels like crying. “How long?” He wants Garrett to say a week. Wants him to say that he doesn’t think it’ll go anywhere.

“A few months,” Garrett says hastily. “I dunno. We aren’t like…it’s not super serious. But I really like him.” He’s enraptured as he says it.

Nine months of almost no time together save the odd weekday coffee now and then had Garrett in a relationship with someone for more than just a week. Andrew is definitely going to be sick.

“That’s great,” It isn’t. Nothing feels great. Andrew wants to hang up the phone. “Hey, actually, I have to go.” He tries to not let his disappointment seep through his gritted teeth. Garrett doesn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of his regret.

“Oh.” Garrett's disappointed. “Are you sure?” Andrew doesn’t want to. Wants to stay on the phone with him for hours. Wants to lay on his brown leather couch and watch an obscure western Garrett had found on Vimeo. Wants to drink English breakfast tea as they watch the sun rise because they’d stayed up too late make stupid videos he’d saved into a special file on his hard drive.

“Yeah man, I didn’t know you were out and stuff.” He doesn’t want to be that guy, unsure if he means the one who keeps a friend on the phone during a party or the one who is desperate for that friend to pity him enough to do it anyways. He’s not sure he cares that he’s both.

“I don’t mind, Andrew.” Garrett sounds surprisingly sober all of a sudden. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Andrew nods then remembers that Garrett can’t see him through the phone.

“Yeah.” He lets out a breath to loosen the constricting around his throat. Please stay with me threatens to pour out but he manages to keep it contained. They’re quiet.

“Megan Batoon get another boyfriend?” He knows Garrett is joking but it’s that comment that has him realizing why Garrett had gone and found someone knew. The slight under bite coupled with the reminder that Andrew wasn’t supposed to be interested in Garrett like that.

“No boyfriend.” He can’t bring the joke to life either. “Not her at least.” It falls flat. The noise from the background is completely gone now and Andrew wishes for the distraction of it back. He can hear Garrett’s breathing through the phone, heavy puffs like he’s starting up to say something then thinking better of it. Before Andrew can continue and apologize for whatever weird, standoffish twist their conversation had taken he hears someone calling Garrett’s name in the background. There’s a shuffle and then hushed tones before Garrett is back on the phone.

“Hey man.” He clicks his tongue disappointed. “I gotta go but maybe we can meet up for coffee sometime soon? Catch up.” He doesn’t sound like he had before. Sounds like he’s making an obligation to save whatever it is they have.

“Yeah.” Andrew wants so badly for that to happen and for them to climb back into each other’s space. “I really want to.” He knows it’s just a formality at this point. He only has a few weeks before the first episode drops. Coffee soon was looking like November if they both really tried.

“Cool! Yeah, that’d be good. Talk to you later,” Garrett doesn’t hang up quite yet, like he’s waiting. “Love you.” He tacks on as if he’s embarrassed to be saying it. It’s rushed.

“Love you.” Andrew’s slides out easily as if it was simple. A phrase both of them accustomed to saying. It shouldn’t be so hard. The phone goes quiet and when Andrew finally grows the will to pull it down from his ear it’s just his home screen. His heart sinks at the lack of Garrett.

Sadness envelops him like a blanket as he curls deep into the crevice of the bed with his hood pulled tightly up. Steering clear of Twitter he opens up Netflix on his phone and tries to fall asleep to an episode of The Office, Michael Scott’s antics soothing his mind. His dreams filled with images he can’t recall being real or not, Garrett’s name on the edge of his tongue; a sloshing wave of regret in his stomach. He makes a promise to himself then- no more wishing allowed, developing a plan to fix them before the year was up. It was what he did.

#gandrew #drabble 1 #angst drabble #open ended drabble #i might continue it if people wantedddd #i'm just in a mood lol #hope u enjoy ;)

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dbzebra · 4 years

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actually i have something to ask that's not about ships!! i want to talk about the King Piccolo saga. i can't think of a question, but maybe just ramble about what you liked about it? i've found myself liking it more and more (i'm not at the Piccolo Jr Saga yet in my rewatch lol but soon i will be, so that's included too) than i had when i first watched it a long time ago and i've really come to appreciate how much the filler moments contribute to the overall story!!

HI!! THANK YOU! :D

gonna put this under read more cause it got long lol

Ok so I LOVE the King Piccolo saga. Its been a few years so im a little hazy on details but imma just rant for a bit. Once i get back there ill be a bit more coherent and focused lol

Imo, its legit some of the peak in the series. ESPECIALLY in terms of art. DKP-Freeza had the best overall art imho. Anyway it starts off with such a bang i love it. Like im sad my boy Krillin dies. And then Oolong is all like “hey this piece of paper says demon on it” and it cuts to Mater Roshi and HE IS TERRIFIED. That shot of him hoding the paper practically trembling goes without saying.

Its the first time we legit see Goku out for blood. Like this kid is pissed tf off. He anhillates Tambourine when he was running away and fucking kicks Drums skull in without a second thought! And with that scene we have one of my favorite shots in the anime, thanks to the GOAT, Masaki Sato

this dude does some of the best key animation/artwork on the anime PERIOD. its just so clean. He went up to somewhere in the Android saga (I believe the last thing he worked on was Super Android 13. And its missed later on cause the Buu Saga with this style? good lord. (We did get Studio Cockpit for Cell-Buu, but there were only like 4 eps in the series they did)

ANYWay IM getting off track sorry. its just so good. this was the first time where the Z Fighters (ik this aint Z but i still call them that lolol) are legit dying and it just feels so helpless.

For all intents and purposes, Demon King Piccolo won. he took over the world. Crime was legal. Goku was presumed dead, Tien was MIA, Yamcha was crippled, and the Chiatozu Roshia and Krillin were confirmed dead.

OH RIGHT.

HE FUCKING. KILLS. SHENRON.

Wishes for his youth. Shenron is about to fly off and DKP is just like “nah” and MOUTH BLASTS HIM TO DEATH.

Its just like, even if they did win, too bad the worlds still fucked and your friends are dead cause the eternal dragon is dead. (lowkey tho it makes me wonder why that was never used again.) Like later on they go all about no Kami/Piccolo = no DBs but never “what if we killed the dragon” would have been interesting on Namek imo

there were only a few times the series felt that hopeless and every time it was great.

One of the sub arcs is all about the Evil Containment Wave which is one of my favorite techniques in the whole franchise

JUST LOOK AT IT ITS COOL AS FUCK

this move legit kills you just by using it. thats wild

And i love how King Piccolo (and even Junior in the following arc) just shits himself anyone even pulls out the rice cooker or whatever they decide to use. this dude is scarred lmao

Like this man hates martial aritsts so much he legit makes Tambourine for the sole purpose of eliminating any of them around the world so nobody could ever stand up to him again. terriying stuff if you think about it. and theres some sad scenes of seeing guys like Nam and them get slaughtered by Tambourine aka Dameon Clarke doing his Imperfect Cell voice (im a dub watcher lol)

This also introduces Yajirobe and I really like him tbh. His fight with Cymbal was great. dude legit sliced Cymbal ate him. I wish he was around more of the fights, hes tough af. (He was the savior against Vegeta but after that he became Senzu Bean delivery man lol). i mean i get hes the coward but he saved Goku more than once in this arc and hes a good guy overall.

Also speaking of Cymbal getting eaten, since him and DKP are telepathically linked, could DKP feel him getting eaten or nah since he was already dead?

As for the filler, this was where the anime staff really shone in the expansions. Like take the Ultra Divine Water. in the manga, Korin is just like “here lol” and Goku drinks it. In the anime theres a whole arc about the darkness. And while imo ti drags a biiit too long, the fact that they made a mini arc about him EARNING IT makes it so much better imo.

And then probably m favorite filler scene in the arc involves Tien when they were searching for Dragon Balls. (At least im pretty sure its filler) They track a dragon ball to the house of a dude Tien crippled back in his dickhead days lmao. The dude is pissed off (for good reasons) and lowkey petrified and this man Tien is beside himself with grief. Iirc he gets on his hands and knees, legit begging for forgiveness. (I think he even says something like, “if you want to break one of my bones or even kill me out of revenge, go right ahead” AND THE DUDE ACCEPTS HIS APOLOGY. its just so nce to see an actual redemption arc. Like with Piccolo its heavily implied in filler but never really explicitly shown when he turned good. With Vegeta he throws a tantrum and then hes like hmmm imma be good now. But Tien? The anime goes out of its way to show that this dude realizes his entire worldview was fucked and he feels the weight of it, all boiling up to when Shen almost kills Chiaotzu for not wanting to cheat. (Shen and Tao’s comeback in 23rd WT was a great conclusion to Tiens character arc buuut tbh i wish Tao wasnt a cyborg. YO WHAT IF GERO TURNED TAO INTO AN ANDROID AND HE WAS #19 OR SOMETHING that would be sick lmao.)

Also the filler with DKP’s origins that showed Muitaitos fight and detah and then Shen’s descent into being the prick he was in canon was really believable.

I COULD WATCH A WHOLE SERIES ON THIS

(Also my theory on why King Piccolo legit explodes when he dies is that he basically transferred his entire being into Piccolo Jr’s egg, body and soul, so he wouldnt really have a body left. they kept going on about he was his reincarnation so it makes sense to me lol)

nd the next arc (which tbh its basically one big arc) has the best fight in the whole franchise Goku vs Piccolo Jr aka the best fucking grudge match ever lol

#ediblenonsense #thank you for the ask!!#this was fun #i like this arc alot #piccolo arcs were peak imho #saiyan saga too

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mughler · 5 years

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ok im gonna go on a bit of a rant about euphoria and i might get a bit ~ controversial ~

OK so first of all im gonna preface this by saying that i rly like the show, its REALLY well written, you become invested in the characters so quickly, you never know what to anticipate, youre always left wanting more (i even stopped watching after binging the first three eps bc it was kinda triggering and i got rly sad at rues scenes rgnureug but i couldnt help myself so i kept watching lmao)

so firstly, this show is meant to be realistic right? it’s not. i mean its not the least realistic teen show i’ve seen, but i definitely wouldnt say this is an accurate reflection of teenagers today by a long shot. i feel like every school has like a handful (at most) of teens who are dealing with some really fucked up stuff but the show makes it seem like every teen has this craazy life when most ppls lives are rly just mediocre and sorta boring lmao, but ofc that doesnt make for a good story. so idk, i wouldnt call it realistic, thats all

secondly, WHY IS EVERYONE CHEATING ON EACH OTHER IN THIS SHOW. thats it. thats the entire second part lmao

thirdly, i really dislike how sex is portrayed in euphoria. i dont mind the scenes being graphic and containing nudity. but i dislike how it’s shot and how the scenes are portrayed. it looks more like a porno than actual teens having sex. there are only two scenes in the show so far that i feel were more realistic portrayals of sex; the scene between ethan and kat in ep 6 and jules and rue in ep 4/5 (i cant remember)

what i love the most about euphoria is definitely rue and jules, rue 100% being my favourite character. idk if i ship them bc the relationship is very toxic and codependent but rue and jules are the best written and multi-faceted characters on the show and even when they make mistakes you can see where they’re coming from.

AND TALKING ABOUT MISTAKES. its really sorta exhausting watching euphoria bc theyre all making SUCH B A D decisions!!!!! with characters like rue and jules and a few (notice i said few) other characters, their mistakes make sense or rather theyre more justified but aaaaall the other characters exhaust me because of all of their actions, theyre extremely self destructive

i think thats it oh ALSO kats storyline of being a camgirl makes me SOOOO uncomfortable probably bc its supposed to lmao but apparently some ppl are praising kat for being a camgirl when she’s literally a minor.. she obviously only values herself for what her body can provide for her (she thinks ethan only wants to have sex with her, she feels good about herself only when she’s desired) so her actions dont deserve any praise imo

so that was my rant feel free to msg me if you disagree or agree!! i’d love to hear your thoughts maybe change my mind on smth if you wanna

#euphoria #also i could do a whole rant about each singular character theres SO much to unpack

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things-we-used-tc-share · 5 years

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Cherry Wine

Open hand or closed fist would be fine The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.

This is based on @whatwashernameagain ’s “Keep Him Safe,” which you can find here. Contains spoilers for the last chapter!

Warnings: Mentions of physical abuse, emotional abuse

Ship: in the actual fic there’s pre romantic logicality but this more platonic!LAMP all in all

Plot: Patton never thought it’d be easy, but he hadn’t quite thought recovering would be this hard.

((Disclaimer: What I write is based on personal experience, and is not a one size fits all situation, ))

Door closing, door opening. The ticking of the clock on the wall, the running of water through the pipes and voices in the distance. When had every minor song become so loud; why did every single one feel so close and so threatening? Patton had been staring at the same blank space for so long his eyes were beginning to make shapes of the cracks, but he felt as if he would dissolve if he moves an inch to the left or right.

Tears. Tracking his cheeks like raindrops on the window after a storm had hit. Hit. God, that word had never felt so heavy on his mind nor tongue in so long. His head still hurts, but he could barely stand the thought of anyone touching him right now, he’d barely been able to breathe when the paramedics had arrived and started trying to patch him up. Patton wanted to scream. He wanted to scream and scream and cry until everything around him shattered and fell away, he wanted to be alone and yet he was a man that craved comfort, no, needed comfort like anyone needed air to breathe.

Logan.

It’s the thought of the man that finally makes him move as his gaze, teary and blurred, blinks into some conscious shell of a man. He looks around at the room, “Logan?” He whispers, so dazed, so tired. Fuck, he was so tired. There’s no answer, no response because he’s alone in the room. Alone. Vulnerable. Exposed.

Patton shivers and pulls the blanket around him but the tears fail now, too exhausted to muster the courage to cry.

The door opens and he jumps, his head turning so fast he thought he might have whiplash. “Sorry,” it’s Roman, looking drawn and tired and sick, he goes even paler when he sees Patton’s face; his fear, his widened eyes and tear stained cheeks, the bruises and cuts and pain.

Roman thought he might never forget the sheer pain in his friend’s eyes.

“I brought something for you to eat, and drink, to help,” Patton relaxes just a little, it’s just Roman, he knows Roman, right? Roman wouldn’t hurt him, right? Right now, he isn’t so sure of who is capable of causing him harm. “Logan sent me to make sure you’re okay, he’s being grilled on the situation right now, Virgil’s here too,”

Patton doesn’t talk as he accepts the oat bar and cup of tea with the shakiest hands the detective had ever seen. He only nods. “Would you like to see Virgil, Patton?” The baker feels a rush straight from his stomach to his heart and his chest tightens. Virgil must be so terrified right now, and he’s not there to comfort him or take care of him. He nods, eyes filling with tears.

Pathetic.

He hears it sear across his thoughts, but it’s in his voice. He startles and the tea spills and Roman, out of instinct moves just a little too fast. Too fast. The cup clatters to the floor, Patton’s arms immediately coming up to protect himself, a whimper escaping his throat.

Roman had thought he had experienced heartbreak.

But nothing, nothing compared to this.

“I’m so sorry,” He whispers, his voice tight in his throat but he wouldn’t cry, not yet at least. If he cries, Patton will blame himself, he knows this much already. “I didn’t think, I’m so sorry,” He steps back, so he’s against the far wall, observing calmly “I’m going to approach and pick up the cup Patton, is that okay?”,” He speaks slowly to stop the crack in his voice that he feels is coming. Patton nods so slowly and hesitantly. Roman approaches slowly, kneeling down to pick up the cup. “I’ll get you a clean blanket, and Virgil, okay?” Patton nods again, faster, as if there’s something pressuring him to answer faster.

Roman has never felt scared of himself before, but he’s a cop, he’s built to fight. Of course, Patton is scared. He wished he could make himself smaller somehow. He slips through the door and closes it quietly.

By the time he gets to Virgil, he’s frantically trying not to cry. “He’s not talking, I don’t even think he can Virgil, I...” His voice cracks and he swallows, straightening out both himself and his pride “You know more about this than I do, you understand better,” Virgil nods, his jaw clenching nervously as he’s led by the other to the right room.

As the door closes behind Virgil, Roman thinks of every case he’s had where someone has been abused. He thinks of every abuser that got away, every broken-hearted man, woman, child, person, every single one of them flashes behind his eyelids.

When you have a job that forces you to deal with the worst of the world every day, it becomes easy to see them as case numbers. Roman had never quite felt so angry at himself before for allowing himself to fall into that rhythm. Case solved, case closed. He’d forgotten why he did this job in the first place. To help people, people who he’d forgotten had lives after the case file was shut, people who were hurt, injured, abused, traumatized.

And what sort of person had he become, that he only really remembered this when his friends were on the receiving end? When it was Virgil? And now because it is Patton?

He glances through the window, watching the two interact.

“Hey Pat,” Virgil speaks as softly as he can. He tries for a moment to just push away his anger and his emotions, it’s something that perhaps Logan and Roman could not entirely get to grips with. Roman who constantly thinks with his heart. Logan, who could never half-heartedly love a person, practically shattered glass the moment he saw what Trevor had done to Patton.

“I brought Nicodemus,” Virgil holds out his hands slowly, to show the rat peeking out curiously from his sleeve, “I thought he might help for emotional support,” Patton peeks up at the boy.

Virgil was safety right now, neither too tall nor too broad, but tired and sad and holding a rat in the desperate hope that it would comfort his best friend. In any other situation, Patton thinks he may have laughed. “Can I come closer?” The baker gives a small and exhausted smile as he nods. Virgil sits opposite him and holds his hands out for the rat to crawl out onto Patton’s hand.

A noise between a sob and laugh escapes Patton’s chapped lips as the rat crawls into his hands. Because at least he still had this, at least there was one thing in the world that didn’t seem so terrifying. The little rat that scuttled up and down his arms warmly, sniffling. His eyes fill with tears as he watches the ball of fur sniff curiously, somehow relaxing into its gentle pitter patter of feet.

Virgil lets out a shaky breath, he’d hoped that it would help, but it was torture to stare and watch the other breaking and not being able to do anything about it. But he knows and he understands, Patton needs time, and time they will all so patiently give him if it means him healing. The door opens again, and Patton jumps just a little but relaxes a little faster with the rat in his hands.

Logan looks like he’d passed exhaustion as he enters the room, eyes drawn and face full of lines. Virgil can tell he’d been crying, and he wasn’t sure why that shook him up so much, but seeing Logan cry was such a rare occurrence. Had it been Roman, he’d have expected it because Roman was constantly made up of emotion.

The detective gives a very tight smile as he moved closer into the room and suddenly Virgil felt like he was intruding. But he wasn’t going to leave Patton, not now and not ever.

Logan sits on the floor, a safe distance away from Patton, but the baker appreciates the other’s attempts to make himself a little smaller. Finally, he feels like his breathing is returning to normal as he brings Nicodemus to his chest and nuzzles his nose against his fur. They sit in silence and allow the comfort of friends to warm the atmosphere. Eventually, people would need him to talk, they’d need a statement, they’d need to ask questions.

But for now, they sit in the quiet, Logan’s eyes watching, Virgil’s hands fidgeting, and Patton finally thinking about what comes next.

Roman enters the room slowly, with three blankets, he hands them to Virgil and sits down next to Logan. Patton doesn’t miss the tear tracks, he feels guilty but for once he considers that perhaps it isn’t wholly his fault as Virgil asks him if he can approach.

As he’s swaddled in blankets and the silent love of his friends, Patton, for the first time in so long finally and consciously thinks, now that he no longer has to stare at the cracks in the wall from fear of being alive:

“It wasn’t my fault,”

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falconineferdinand · 5 years

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Queen Mary

The night was warm. But too bad Lysithea, Ferdinand, Hanneman, Kronya And Marriane would be spending their time indoors.

“Alright. I have 2 rooms available. The Duke Of Edinburgh suite, and the infamous room b340.” Said Ferdinand.

Lysithea already felt a shiver crawl down her spine. Re assuring herself that ghosts were in a fact, not real for the umpteenth time.

“So who’s staying in what?” Asked Kronya.

“Lysithea and I are staying in room b340 as it only houses 2 guests. You, Hanneman and Kronya will be in the suite as it’s much more spacious.”

Lysithea was ready to die then and there. She’d done her studying, and it just made her want to leave even more.

“Are we going to our rooms now?” Asked Hanneman.

“Let’s drop our stuff off and then explore.” Said Ferdinand.

————

Lysithea hated the room. Ever since she stepped in, a horrible feeling made its way into her stomach. Dread.

“Okay, this is horrifying.” Ferdinand agreed.

“I say we leave and never look back.”

“Hell no, I spent 2000g for this trip. Let’s get our camera and go meet the others in the lobby.”

“Fine.” Lysithea crossed her arms. Thinking about the bullshit she’d have to put up through the entire night.

There was a knock on the door.

“I though we were going to meet in the lobby?” She said.

Her heart dropped when Ferdinand opened the door to reveal no one.

“I-it could have been cleaning staff! Or a prank!” She rationalized.

“Huh. Anyway, we should get going. I have the camera and Hanneman has the night vision one.”

“This is a horrible idea. We aren’t actually going to sleep here, right???”

“Where else are we going to sleep?” Ferdinand smirked.

“A HOLIDAY INN!” Lysithea pleaded.

“No! We will come back to the room at 3 a.m. When activity is high.”

The door led out to wall, where you would turn to meet the rest of the hallway. A long hallway that seemed to stretch on forever. A maze was all Lysithea could use to describe the place.

“Why is it so fucking cold?” She shivered.

“I heard that when ghosts are nearby, the temperature drops.” Ferdinand Stated.

“I hate you with every fiber of my very being!”

“That’s not a lot of fiber.”

“Motherfu-” She was cut off as Ferdinand froze.

“What the hell is it now?”

“I just read a really scary one.”

“What?”

Ferdinand had a piece of paper in his hands, gesturing to it.

“What is that?”

“It’s a list off all the things people have experienced in our room.”

“Fucking wonderful.”

“Do you want to know what it said?”

“No.”

“One man woke to the sight of a man sitting in the chair next to his bed. He said it felt as though it had been watching him sleep the entire time.” Ferdinand quoted.

“I’m not sleeping in there Ferdinand.”

“We’ll see.”

The two of them continued walking down the hallway until they were met with the elevator.

“You know, we could play the elevator ga-”

“NO!” Lysithea cut him off.

“Okay damn. Let’s just meet the others.”

——

They finally arrived at the lobby where Hanneman had a camera around his neck, Marriane fidgeting and Kronya looking bored as fuck.

“Ah, Ferdinand. Any strange ocurances yet?” The elderly man asked.

“Actually yes. There was a knock on our door. Nobody was out there though.”

“It could’ve just been a prank! A very cruel, sick prank!” Lysithea cut in.

“Our lights flickered off for a moment.” Kronya Said as though it was nothing new.

“This place gives me weird vibes.” Marriane looked around, as though she was hoping for something to prove her wrong.

“So what’s the plan?” Asked Kronya.

“Alright, we head to the isolation bay and take some pictures, then to the boiler room, explore, take some more pics and head back to our respected rooms where we’ll document what happens. Sound good?”

They all agreed, save for Lysithea who wanted to drop dead.

“Ferdinand please, can we go?” Lysithea pleaded.

“Lysithea I swear to Sothis if you ask to leave again I’ll strand you in our room for the whole damn night!”

“But it’s scary here!”

“C’mon! The groups already making their way to the isolation bay!” Ferdinand grabbed the younger girl’s hand and dragged her to their group while a string of curses and threats left her mouth.

As they made their way towards their destination, a faint high pitched noise was heard.

They all froze.

“What the fuck was that?” Ferdinand asked.

“Ew!” Marriane said to the noise.

“Sounded like a woman screaming.”

“Hmm, fascinating.”

“NOPE IM READY TO GO!” Lysithea did a 360 turn and was preparing to run away before Ferdinand grabbed her and made her walk with them.

They finnaly reached the Isolation Ward. A set of stairs that descended downwards greeted them.

“They kept the sick here?” Marriane asked. Ferdinand nodded as he took pictures.

“Ferdinand, look.” Hanneman showed a picture he took with a small transparent circle in the framed. Zooming in on it.

“A speck of dust? Really?” Lysithea Said.

“Nope, that’s an orb for sure.” Marriane Stated.

“Fuck me.” Lysithea muttered as she entered a room. It was dark and had two white bunk beds. They were just colored wood, no mattress or sheets or anything really.

“I hate this. I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.” She muttered.

“Boo.” Ferdinand Said. She shrieked before kicking him.

“Asshole!”

“Hanneman gave me a tape recorder. I was going to put it in here and see what happens.”

Lysithea looked at the bottom bunk and to the narrow door.

“I want to lay on the bottom bunk and see what happens.”

Ferdinand raised a brow.

“That’s out of character for you. If you really want to, we’ll stand at the corner and wait for you.” Ferdinand suggested. Lysithea nodded. He left the room.

It took her minute to realize what she was doing.

“Ghost aren’t real.” She muttered before laying down. It was quiet. Unsettling quiet. And heavy footsteps sounded from outside, she thought it was Ferdinand and the others.

“Can you guys be quiet?” She said.

“Uh, sure?” Marriane responded.

It must have been a few minutes before Lysithea got up and and returned to the group.

“How was it?” Asked Kronya.

“Weird. It felt really sad in there, but like, non threatening too? It was hard to hear any noises as you idiots were being so loud with your footsteps!”

The group looked at each other.

“Lysithea, we weren’t moving. And we didn’t hear any footsteps.” Explained Hanneman.

“But you guys were the only ones out there! Who else could it have been?”

Their faces gave the answer she needed. Her face paled.

“You’re fucking with me right? There is no way those footsteps were made by a ghost!”

“You saw the plaque. Over 56 named deaths. It’s a possibility.” Ferdinand shrugged.

“I hate this so much. Why did I ever agree to you?”

Ferdinand gave a shit eating grin.

“I don’t know, but I’m sure glad you did.”

Lysithea glared at him.

——

They were now under water as they walked through the engine room. Many mechanical parts of the ship were able to be seen.

“It’s really stuffy down here.” Sniffed Marriane.

Hanneman freezed.

“Hanneman? What’s wrong?” Asked Ferdinand.

“I believe this is it.”

Hanneman stood under a white doorway, curved and a bit wide.

“Door 13.” Stated Kronya.

“Why must the number be 13?” Lysithea Complained.

“Allegedly, 2 firemen were crushed to death under this doo-” Hanneman was cut off by a thud from up ahead.

“....What the hell was that?” Ferdinand spoke in a shaky voice.

“Ew.” Marriane Said.

“I wanna go home and I wanna play Minecraft and forget this ever happened!”

Hanneman cleared his throat and walked away from under the door.

“It’s like, really cold under here.” Kronya Said.

“Should we do the tape recorder?”

Hanneman nodded.

“Okay, so speak loudly and don’t whisper. We’ll each ask a question.”

“If this works I’m going to lose my shit, Ferdinand.” Lysithea spoke.

“Everybody shut up!” Ferdinand held the recorder in his hands and pressed play.

“Is anyone there?” Marriane projected her voice. They waited a solid 30 seconds before continuing.

“Do you know my name?” Asked Ferdinand. Another 30 seconds went by.

“Say something.” Lysithea half whispered it. Praying to Sothis there wouldn’t be a response.

The noble ended it.

“I’m ready to head back to our rooms.” Kronya yawned.

“Let’s go check out our room and see if anything is wrong with it.” Ferdinand suggested.

———

B340 was horrible. It was below sea level and had only recently re opened to the public. To make it worse, there was a box which contained some spiritual things that Lysithea and Ferdinand put away.

They put it under the bed.

And now it’s on the table.

“I didn’t fucking move that. I swear in Sothis’ name I didn’t move that.” Ferdinand stood by the entrance to B340.

“Did you guys leave the lights on?” Asked Marriane. Lysithea nodded her head furiously.

“This isn’t funny anymore Ferdinand. I’ve had to put up with enough of your bullshit but this isn’t funny!”

“I swear I wouldn’t fuck with you like that. I-I-I’m shaking, look at me.” Ferdinand extended his hands to show them unsteady and wobbly. Tonight was only the beginning of their troubles.

@lysithealag @mariannejane @crayola-kronya @hannemanshash

TBC

#//i reached limit so ill comtinue on another post #again i recomend watching shane dawsons video kn the queen mary #and sam and colbys vidoe kn room b340 #the whole ship is pretty fucked ngl #//also im going to bed bevause im tired

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amazingmichelleman · 5 years

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Tell me your opinions on BatB 2017 (it's one of those things where left to myself I'll dislike it, but I am capable of flipping a mental switch and appreciating a bunch of things about it. ("Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes."))

i know its been like 15 years since you sent this but here we go. I liked the beauty and the beast live action movie for three main reasons. 1.) more detailed individual character growth 2.) good updates to the music 3.) gastoni mean, everything that people complain about is totally right, theres a lot of wonky stuff in the movie but idk i still just think its funand as a note before i start getting into it, i realized one big thing i liked when i watched linsay ellis’s video on youtube when she complained bc there wasnt very much romance but THATS WHY I LIKED IT LOL. the movie is more concerned with belle’s and beast’s individual character growth than their romance AND TBH if this movie had gone the way of maleficent and purposely shunned romantic love for the power of platonic love honestly that would have been a MUCH stronger plot line. beast and belle had real bff vibes. ah what could have been...

ok so 1.) character plots. this was a very 50/50 split bc gaston and beast got well developed arcs, belle only got like half way through hers before it was dropped, and the servants was like.....you didnt even try did u.gaston ill get to later, but the beast i loved cause he had more lines where he was just being chill and not sad or angry, unlike in the original. his story was very much about unlearning toxic masculinity and stopping the cycle of abuse from his dad, and i thought that was way cooler than the “changed by belle’s love” trope. they seemed a lot more like friends and shared common interests in books. and like. when beast scoffs at belle cause she likes a “girly” book like romeo and juliet but then she catches him reading it and enjoying it later? thats good stuff man. thats gooood stuff.

and just like. the song where hes singing to his mom “not until my whole life is done will i ever leave you.....” AND THEN HIS MOM DIES AND HIS DAD LEADS HIM AWAY reblog uf u crie evry tiem.... and then when they go thru the book thing and he’s like Oh Paris I Love Paris What Shall We See First!!! an absolute cutieBelle’s story really started going somewhere and im mad that it just ended like “figured out my origin story so guess im cool now” like no. they had a really good line in the song that went “i was innocent and certain, now im wiser but unsure” and then that’s never resolved! like belle has always been such a cool character who didnt let beast walk all over her and when he finally figured out her boundaries, thats when they could start to communicate like hello?? awesome woman alert and you just let that drop?? and everyone says that belle’s backstory abt her mom wasnt needed and theyre probs right but the scene where beast is like Paris?! meanwhile belle brooding in the background. good stuff. belle’s song, the plague doctor, her dad being forced to leave his wife behind.........................good food man good foodand the servants everyone has talked abt. the whole “it was our fault the beast was abused” nonsense, plus in general their line abt “whats a servant without serving”, and that evil village lady reuniting with cogsworth and its played off as a joke, like why do you gotta do these good men and woman dirty like that2.) music?? good!!!! good music. days in the sun? good. gaston song?? good!! kill the beast!!! so good. it was all good.3.) Gaston!!!!!!!!!! a problematic fave wow!!! i think what really makes him good is the actor choice. i generally dont care abt actors so i dont know anything abt the man, but he seems like a good guy ya know. if the actor was sketch playing a bad character id be like ew but cause the actor seems nice and hes playing a bad character im like whoohoo!! is that weird? idk whateverGaston’s descend into evilness is like. the character arc of the decade my man. the way you expect him to do his douchey thing in the beginning like in the original, but he’s actually not that bad, and u know he DOES have a point abt spinsters not able to thrive in this time period, like guilt tripping not cool, but he didnt say “women shouldnt read!!” so thats a step upand he like. genuinely wanted to win her over by helping her dad. like he really tried but belle’s dad really pushed all his villain buttons man! so he did a bad thing like not cool dude. and then!!!! then he’s got to stick with it and defend himself against the townspeople. they’re not madly in love with him so he’s got to MAKE them that way. the way he turns around that conversation was SO good and roping lefou in against his will and jumping on the kill the beast thing to save his own skin. and from there he’s just gotta keep going!! he’s gotta hunt down the beast not just for belle but for himself and his standing in the village. like i just thought that whole spiral was done SOOO well. best part of the movie tbh. and even tho lefou’s sexuality was problematic, it really added to his and gaston’s arcs of one person becoming evil and their close friend jumping ship on the situation bc they know that their loved one is wrong.so like. yeah. live action beauty and the beast, man.

#onceuponymous #beauty and the beast #batb2017 #but yeah it was for sure a wonky movie in general #i feel the same way abt maleficent too #good stuff i liked but over all ehh

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asianpower5 · 5 years

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Ok so its been 24 hours since I saw the movie and I wanted to write down my thoughts, most of it is for me so I can go back and read how I felt about it years from now, its going to be very long and wordy but im just writing as the thoughts come and now worrying about grammar or anything, that includes timeline, so my thoughts may come to me out of order . I’m going to put it all under read more so i dont spoil it for any of you lovely people

So I got to the theater like 40 minutes early because I just couldnt contain myself and I wanted to get my perfect seat. Wore my new HTTYD shirt and brought my toothless plushie from build a bear (another little girl had the same idea she was so cute)

but now onto the movie

they threw me for a loop I was totally expecting a “this is berk’” speech as the very opening, not the raid, but honestly this movie is about change so I liked the change. But I still got my fix, because as they flew back to Berk my only thought was “this is berk”, AND THEN HE SAID THE THING YES.

Loved the scene in the great forge, it just really showed how big Berk is and how many vikings there are, and seeing them all happy and enjoying a meal together just warmed my heart, plus Gobber teasing Astrid and Hiccup about marriage and Valka beating Spitelout at arm wrestling haha.

Tuffnut was comedic gold, talking about his “beard” and giving hiccup bro pep talks. And when he said the earth was round? and the stars? I almost died laughing.

Grimmel being a complete jerk and drugging those poor dragons with their own venom.

Fetch with Hiccup’s leg?? and him dropping it in Astrid’s lap and then being over protective of the leg when Stormfly came near it? Then Hiccup tickling Astrid, what did we do to deserve such a cute Hiccstrid scene?

Toothless meeting the light fury was even better than I thought, he was such a dork and had no idea what to do, then looking to Hiccup for advice about how to flirt oh gosh silly boy.

Im calling Hiccup out on his saying Astrid isnt a romantic, I mean Hiccup is totally the hopeless romantic, but Astrid in my mind is totally a secret romantic, at least when it comes to her own relationship.

Also Toothless practicing his mating dancing by watching his shadow and studying the naddars as they danced was so adorable.

Ok ngl I actually thought Grimmel had shot Toothless in the house, and I was so happy to see that is was part of their plan and that he had back up (sorry Fishlegs I love you and you took one for the team so good on you!). Why I was surprised by this idk, I know these characters enough to know that they would pull something like that. BUT HICCUP TELLING GRIMMEL OFF AND CALLING HE OUT FOR SITTING IN STOICKS CHAIR, YES BOY. That just made the feeling of Berk being attacked and flames burning everywhere hurt so much more.

The meeting with all of Berk? Just wow, I mean first off I love that Hiccup had his whole gang up there with him, just goes to show that he really trusts them and values them as being part of the team. Astrid sticking up for my boy and Tuff just going “IM WITH HIM WHO ELSE” A plus team work, I loved the support. Not to mention the fact that Hiccup was able to convince them all to pack up what little they could carry and leave. I mean we know from the first movie that vikings are stubborn, but they are also capable of change. The fact that they left their home of 7 generations and probably left some import things they couldnt carry with them was such an amazing gesture. And Berk really is where ever the vikings are, it is not just a single island. It really hurt to see them leave the island, the place where it all started, but the fact that they all stuck together really shows how strong of a bond they have as a people.

Light fury knocking Hiccup off Toothless, such a sassy girl I love her. I mean come on Toothless was obviously gunna save him. Also the sheeps wanting to be dragons is something I never new I needed, especially after seeing how afraid of dragons they used to be (I mean the dragons did hunt them, but im all here for them cosplaying as their favorite dragons)

I JUST REMEMBERED I NEVER TALKED ABOUT FLASHBACKS SO LETS DO THAT NOW. First of little toddler Hiccup??? THE FRICKIN CUTEST THING EVER OK. I know there was a line in the trailer that wasnt in the movie the one where Stoick says something like “I believe its your destiny to find the hidden world so dragons and vikings no longer need to fight” but I wasnt sad that they didnt keep this line. I think it makes more sense to have what they did, Stoick talking about finding the hidden world so they could protect Berk from it. I mean this took place when they were still fighting dragons, so yea the line about destiny could mean he thinks Hiccup would destroy the hidden world, but the tone of the scene was so calm and relaxing that to me it gave off the vibe that Stock was implying that Hiccup would unite their worlds, which doenst make sense since again they were still at war with the dragons at this point. So I liked what they had in the movie, I think what they kept fit the tone and it still showed how Berk was at war with the dragons.

NEXT FLASHBACK. Little Hiccup just sneaking down the stairs and then his little face like “oh shit” when he saw his dad was up and trying to sneak back up. The way he said he wanted water, I JUST IT WAS SO CUTE, whoever voiced tiny hiccup good job because omg it was so cute. How happy he was to go over to his dad and sit on his lap. When he asked Stoick if he would get them a new mom, my heart just broke I mean Hiccup was so young that he didn’t fully grasp the situation, and I mean before Hiccup got caught sneaking downstairs we saw Stoick crying. That was so important to me I mean Stoick the Vast, he is massive, and remember the first movie the fact about him ripping a dragons head off as a baby? Yea this character who basically screams masculinity has yet another vulnerable scene, showing yet again that crying is ok (I mean back in the first movie when he told Hiccup he wasnt his son, and when he met Valka again?? yes please keeping showing people that being masculine doenst mean you cant cry!). Stoick teaching Hiccup about love, yes dad points for you, I adore the scenes like these, that show how much Stock loves his family, he would be so proud of Hiccup and who he has become. OH YEA SIDE NOTE HOW I FORGET HICCUPS STUFFED DRAGON? THROWBACK TO THE TV SERIES THANK YOU.

New Berk, cuz thats the best I got to call it right now, love how everyone basically immediately goes to claiming their areas ahha.

Ok Snotlout my boy did you really just say “who died and made yout Chief” because too soon, I still love you

Low key thought they were gunna make Snotlout and Eret a thing, despite the weird flirting Snotlout had with Valka. I mean he was trying to be taller than Eret, and Eret was like hah no, yall id ship it ngl eret and snotlout

Toothless meeting up with the light fury again, but this time trusting his instincts is another reminder that toothless is in fact an animal, a very intelligent animal, but an animal who has instincts and a desire to be with his own kind, I mean can you blame him? Its been at least 6 years since hes seen another dragon that was like him, maybe even longer depending on how long he was alone before he met hiccup.

The throw back to the forbidden friendship scene? With toothless drawing in the sand, and oh God I never thought I would get so emotional about sand but dang that sand animation just was so realistic that I wanted to touch it. Hiccup being like “wow now you can draw”, Toothless growling at the light fury like he did to Hiccup back in the first for stepping on his art, come on guys Toothless worked hard on his art! The light fury flying away but toothless not being able to follow her, another throwback to when he couldnt fly with the dragons during the snoggletog special.

Hiccup making toothless a tail to fly alone, and Im glad they added the part when Astrid said they tried it before, again throwback to snoggletog, and that he didnt want the tail, and Hiccup clarifying that it was because he had no need to fly alone before. Now my only worry here is that the casual fan will just think that the exchange is a copout, I mean unless you remember the special you wouldnt know that they tired making him a tail fin and he didnt want it, so to the casual fan it might seem like they only added the comment to answer the question “If hiccup could make a tail fin why did he never do it before?”. Seeing the special where toothless destroys the tail really adds a layer of depth to the scene, because those of us who saw it remember that it was a statement that even though Hiccup had the ability to create a tail so toothless could fly alone, toothless wanted to fly with his best friend and didnt care for the tail.

now the actual scene with toothless flying alone finding the light fury, first off it was so cute how he showed her his new tail! He was so proud of it, and no doubt proud of his best friend for making it. The scene itself though reminded me so much of the romantic flight, the way they flew together above the clouds and how it gave a sense of flight because we couldnt see the ground, ugg it was so beautiful. I was honestly blown away by the animation, the clouds and the color, they were all so beautiful. Toothless and the light fury flying together and really bonding, similar to Astrid and Hiccup on their first flight together, ugg all the throwbacks to the first movie really killed me. Also Toothless trying to copy the light fury and how she goes invisible was so cute, he was like “ah yes I got this, wait no shit again, no shit again again!” then he basically summons thors power of lighting and finds his new power, so proud of my baby.

Now I fully believe that Toothless was going to go back to Hiccup after he spent time with the light fury in the hidden world, no way my boy would leave my other boy without a goodbye. But the other started to freak Hiccup out, I mean Hiccup knew his best friend would come back, but the others made him doubt it and seeing him freak out was heart breaking.

Astrid being like boy hop on we gonna get yo dragon, yes girl. Honestly them going into the hidden world on Stormfly? I mean need i say anything about the animation in this scene? The visuals were just breath taking, I cannot put it into words. Tootheless being the alpha is always a win, also Astrid calling him a king and Hiccup realizing that this beautiful place of dragons, is not place for humans, because Valka said it best, greedy humans ruin everything.

Hiccup and Astrid getting caught by a dragon and then going on a fun slide ride, and of course toothless comes through as the alpha to protect his humans, ALSO STORMFLY DONT THINK I FORGOT ABOUT HER, CUZ YES. I mean just like toothless Stormyfly will protect her human best friend, and I love her.

How did I forget the next raid scene? I mean dang again the visuals and the lighting were just so spot on. Them all getting trapped? Valka being a badass and working with Cloudjumper to save them? Hiccup jumping and just escaping the clutches of Grimmels dragon? RUFFNUT

Ruffnut my girl dont think I forgot about you, I just I dont even know what to do with you. She was amazing, I mean shes just does not care, not scared that shes a prisoner, she fricking just talks about how ‘hot’ she is and just other random stuff about her life, like girl give me that confidence. But when she talked about the island i was like girl no dont do that, but her flying back and saying she doenst look back in response to being asked about being followed was pretty darn funny.

Bro the scene of the light fury and toothless getting captured? Toothless protecting her and telling the other dragons to stand down, at least until they can escape. Just heart breaking, help is so close, but I guess thats the downside of being the alpha, having that power can be used against you.

Astrid my girl, pep talking my boy Hiccup JUST LIKE THE FIRST MOVIE. And yes parallels again, just like in the first one Astrid said things to hiccup, she was very honest with him pointing out the things that had done wrong, the first pointing out how messy the situation got because of the lies, and in this movie pointing out how he constantly doubts himself, and in both Hiccup has a sassy comment regarding her pep talks, but Astrid always follows up with the good, like how he was the first viking to ride a dragon or how he was always brave, even without toothless, showing how she would always be by his side to support him and help him, especially when hes about to do something stupid. I just ugg they are couple goals, they dont even need to say I love you because they SHOW IT in their actions, in their support for eachother, their cute banters, and I am here for it. ALSO I MEAN HE KISSED HER HAIR EARLY AND THEN HER FOREHEAD THOSE ARE SO CUTE TO ME AND JUST SO NATURAL FOR THEM AHHH. Also “so what are you gunna do about it” “probably something stupid” YES YES YES I AM HERE FOR THAT SHIT

Everyone jumping off the island so they can ‘fly’ on their own, just first off so visually amazing, and second off so symbolic to me of each of them spreading their own wings and growing up into amazing people.

Fishlegs and his baby dragon, I mean come on lets be real that shit is adorable, and baby dragon had his big dragon (does that dragon have a class name? because I dont remember it) friend and Fishlegs be like dont mess with baby dragon.

Yooo I knew it, from the trailer I was like “Tuffnut is probs pissed that this dude cut off his hair beard” and boom it happned, but rip hair beard (until the end of the movie that is when it comes back)

Yall that unspoken scene where Hiccup and Astrid are just frickin shit up WHILE THEY JUST LOOK AT EACHOTHER, I MEAN HICCUP JUST CASUALLY THROWS SHIT TO START A FIRE AND THE ENTIRE TIME THEY ARE STARING AT EACHOTHER HAVE A CONVERSATION COMPLETELY WITH THEIR EYES LIKE THAT IS SOME NEXT LEVEL SHIT AND COUPLE GOALS.

I got such satisfaction out of Toothless destroying grimmels arrow shoter thing and watching as Grimmel started to get afraid, I mean this dude was so confident in his abilites, and up until now he has had the upper hand, but then you can see the “oh shit moment” as he realizes he is starting to lose and heck yea im here for it. Speaking of oh shit moments, when hiccup was riding toothless and they wer getting attacked? and then toothless is like “I SUMMON YOU THOR AND YOUR LIGHTING” and hiccup was like WTH?!!??!?!?

Ok yall that scene when toothless got shot, and hiccup is hanging from the light fury with grimmel on his leg? I mean Grimmel really thought that he had won, he underestimated the love Hiccup has for Toothless, and the moment that Hiccup told the light fury to save Toothless and he let go? the hesitation she had trying to pick who to save? her new mate, or his best friend that she now seems to understand has a great important meaning to toothless? The image of Hiccup falling, and the camera angle? I mean seeing him fall from above, seeing it in his face that he was content, content knowing that his best friend would be alive and safe and that Grimmel would no longer be able to hurt the dragons or his people? Such a self sacrifice, a true Chief just like his father.

Then the light fury to the rescue! Hiccup being like LOL BYE GRIMMLE YOU DEAD. Also reminded me of when he started to ride toothless back in the first movie and they fell and hiccup got back on his back and in control just in time, because dang she saved him his butt just before he hit the water. But seriously I loved this scene, she went back for hiccup, she saw the interactions Toothless had with him, how Toothless protected him and Astrid in the hidden world, how Toothless CHOSE HICCUP when he saw him in danger in the hidden world, she came to realize that this boy is important to Toothless, and she saw that Hiccup was willing to die for Toothless, and she went back and saved him, and God I got emotional.

Also Hiccup leaning on Astrid because he has lost his prostectic leg, yessss im here for it

NOW TO THE REAL TEAR JERKER I mean gosh you could just see the realization again in Hiccup that the dragons didnt belong with them on Berk, that even though they love the dragons and the dragons love them, even though they have worked together for years and they want to live together in peace they just cant do it safely.There are too many people out in the world who would attack berk, and we have seen that both in the movies and the show, and that puts both the people and the dragons at risk.

It was safest for everyone if the dragons went to the hidden world, where no one could find them, well expect Hiccup and Astrid who have been there once. I just cant though, that scene was just so amazing and heart crushing. I mean you can see it that Toothless doesnt want to leave his best friend, and Hiccup doenst want him to leave, but he reassures him that its ok that its best for everyone and that its time to say good bye for now, not forever though. Then oh God how Astrid follows him, because she knows hes right too, she knows that they can no longer live with their dragons safely, and she takes off Stormflys saddle and says good bye to her best friend. THEN VALKA who has lived with the dragons for 20 years, she knows too and she doenst hesitate to let Cloudjumper go free, and it made so much sense to me that she was so willing to do so even after being together for 20 years, she has protected them for 20 years so there is no doubt in my mind that Valka would do this without a second though if it meant that was the best thing for her friend. THEN OMG EVERYONE ELSE FOLLOWS THAT JUST HURT SO MUCH. I mean ever single Berkian seens what Hiccup did, and everyone knows they have a special bond, I mean they all have a special bond with their dragons, but Hiccup and Toothless are different, they were the only pair that we know of that needed each other to fly, I mean sure the other vikings needed their dragons to fly but their dragons didnt need them to fly, toothless relied on hiccup to control his tail and that bond is so special. Anyway, I just thought that all the others saw Hiccup doing this, and hes their Chief the man who started the whole riding dragons for them, so I have no doubt in my mind that they would follow his lead, and again to me they see Hiccup and Toothless doing this letting go, so they must think “If these two can do it so can I”. I just really think it shows how much the vikings truly care for their dragon friends, when you love someone you want the best for them, you want them to be happy, even if that means you need to say goodbye. And thats what happened here the vikings loved their dragons so much that they were willing to say goodbye to their friends if it meant that they would be save, and the same goes in the other direction, the dragons are not dumb and I believe they knew that leaving is what was best too, that leaving meant that their viking friends would be safer. The love they all have for each other is so amazing. I only wish that the goodbye was long, I am so bad at goodbyes and omg I just wish they had a longer time to say goodbye, not only to their dragons but to the others as well, I mean toothless saying goodbye to Astrid and Stormfly too Hiccup? uG I SUCK AT GOOD BYWS OK I JUST WANT EVERYONE TO BE ABLE TO SAY GOOD BYE TO ALL THE DRAGONS.

But man i said to myself ‘you can do it dont cry’ didnt work, I sobbed, legit sobbed, and it wasnt my normal movie cry were its just tears, it was the kind where you can feel the pain in your chest from your heart beating to hard, from trying to hold back the chocked sobs so no one else would get annoyed, although lets be real they are did the same thing so we all cried. Seeing them all fly off, AND THE REVERSE HAND TOUCH I CANNOT, THAT REALLY HURT I JUST COULDNT TAKE IT THE PARALLELS REALLY KILLED ME THE ENTIR MOVIE. Then Toothlesses look back at Hiccup, and then the long shot and seeing the massive wave of dragons, and then seening toothless following from the back as he is the last to leave, the vikings looking on with sadness and fondness for their dragons, really did come for my heart.

NOW ONTO HAPPY TIMES. the Wedding, oh my god, how lucky can a girl be? I got to see the mother of all my OTPs get married, and dang they were beautiful, and they looked so happy, it just warmed my heart to know that these two dorks who truly have a special relationship finally got married. Then Gobber called them Chief and Chiefstriss and wow really hit me hard that these two were going to lead Berk together, because they are always there to support each other. THEN that kiss so cute, and how Hiccup goes to gently cup her face with his hands, just wow my otp is the best.

Then we again have love master Tuffnut who will take Snotlout as his new student, and FISHLEGS HAS A LITTLE BABY GRUNKLE STUFFED ANIMAL IN HIS BAG. aND RUFF being like “you win i love sensitive guys” Then we have Hiccup and Astrid looking out to the sea as their friends and family come together with them, and Astrid lays her head on his shoulder so great.

Now dang my boy HICCUP WITH A BEARD??? BEARDCUP IS REAL, and he is wearing his fur cap, and Astrid looking like a frickin QUEEN, and AGAIN HOW LUCKY CAN A GIRL BE I SEE A WEDDING AND I GET CHILDREN????? MY OTP HAS TWO CHILDREN???? AND THEY ARE GORGEOUS.

buT DANG when they saw Toothless through the fog and then the light fury and then the little baby heads pop up, and you can see how happy Hiccup is. But Toothless doenst immediatly recognize him, which makes sense because I mean 10 year for humans can change the looks drastically, and hiccup has a beard now so he doenst look like what toothless remembered, plus hes the alpha and must protect his family. Astrid protecting her children like a frickin badass mom, and Zephry hidding behind her mom and Nuffink going into her chest? Ug love it, they trust their mom to protec them, and I love this to because it really shows that they are children, I mean I have no doubt that Astrid and Hiccup are going to raise them to be brave, I mean its Hiccup and Astrid, but they are still children and well they have grown in a world without dragons, different than their parents, we know at that age Astrid was fearless, I mean she wanted to fight a flightmare, but now the world has changed and they arent at war and they can raise their kids as kids, and I love that they showed that fear in the children it just gave a sense of realism to me.

Then HIccup DID THE THING with the hand and Toothless finally was like “WAIT THIS IS MY HUMAN” and his eyes went big and omg how he attacked him with kisses and licks. Then Astrids laugh to see them reunite, and them urging their kids that it was ok, and remember before when I said they would raise brave kids? Well this little cuties were afraid, but they still listened and trusted their parents, and omg Zephry was so stiff from fear and her face, and Nuffink was hiding his face, but Hiccup came and showed them how to approach Toothless, and wow here we go again with the hand touch and HIccup telling them to let him come to them, and Toothless did the thing AND OMG THEIR REACTION WAS SO CUTE. The way Zephry cocked her head and smiled, and how Nuffink dropped his hand from his face and his mouth widened in awe of his dragon.

THEN I GET TO SEE HICCUP WITH HIS SON RIDING TOOHTLESS? AND HIS SOON IS JUST MAKING THE CUTEST LITTLE WAVING MOTIONS WITH HIS HANDS. And hiccup throwing his kid in the air as he giggles in delight, and I swear I heard him say “Dada” and it killed me. Then Astrid being Astrid flys right passed them ON STORMFLY, like thank you for not forgetting about my girl, because she loves Stormfly and Stormfly loves her and seeing Astrid ride her with her daughter just made the scene even better. They could have easily forgotten about my girl, but they didnt, they didnt do her dirty, I may not have gotten to see the moment when she and Stormfly met again, BUT I SAW THEY RIDING TOGETHER AND THATS GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME.

Oh yea bonus points for seeing the light fury and the babies flying with them. Then Hiccup just flys upside down dropping Nuffink on Astrids head, and ug the way he just casually clings to his mother, then I was like wow I hope Zephry gets to ride Toothless with he father, AND THEN HE PULLED UP NEXT TO THEM AND HELD OUT HIS HAND TO DO JUST THAT, dreamworks you really came through for me, thank you so much for allowing Dead and all the other hard workers of this franchise make this amazing world for us. It tore my heart apart, but I loved every second of it, and I have no regrets, it was honestly a great ending,no matter how badly it hurt and how badly I wanted them to live together forever, it was just the perfect ending with a great lesson about letting go and moving on, becoming your own person, and being happy with the memories you had, because being able to say you loved something or someone and letting them go is better than never loving them at all, thats what happend to the vikings and dragons, and thats what happened to me personally at the end of it all. I cant wait to relive the magic and watch all the movies again.

oh how could I forget? The end credits, you thought the pain ended with the end of the movie nope the credits are going to give you every major scene from each movie, reminding us where we started and where we have come to, and that was just the cherry on top of it all.

Also side note a girl sat behind me and she goes “is that a toothless plushie?” and yes it was so she asked to see it so i handed him to her and we started talking about the movie, she was able to see it during an early release boo i had work. Anyway she asks me how old i was when the first came out, and I said 16, she seemed shook and i asked her the same, she said she was 5, so if math does me right she would be about 14/15. I was older than she is currently is when the first movie came out, thats wild. Then i laughed off the age difference saying “you would never know ill be 25 in a week”, and her (i assume) mom said I looked young haha. But because of the age difference I gave her some good life advice, I told her not to care about what others think of you, Im almost 25 crying over a dragon movie that means the world to me as i sit with my dragon plushie, and her mom just agreed with me and told her to listen to me because I knew what I was saying haha. Shout out to this girl too because shes the one who told me that Hiccup and Astrids’s kids had cannon names, I had been avoiding everything I could about this movie so I was glad to be up to date on that.

Wow this took me like 2 hours to write i think? I mean yea it was mostly for me to read later in life so I can remember this day, all the photos i took before hand, and all the excitement I had, wow Hi future me! Sorry about all the grammar mistakes but Im just typing as the thoughts come, hope I didnt break your heart again as you read all this. Until next time

#httyd 3 #httyd3 #how to train your dragon the hidden world #httyd #VERY LONG POST #personal #this is literally just for me to read later #and im tagging it just so i can find it later in life

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bitchcakcs · 5 years

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have you ever noticed that ( jessica drew ) from the ( marvel universe ) looks a lot like ( meghan ory )? but ( she ) also goes by ( spider-woman ). Having the abilities of ( bio-electric spider physiology & pheromone secretion ) sure makes them a force to be reckoned with. they’re known to be ( tenacious, ) but also ( capricious, ) and they’re ( ~eighty ( due slow aging experiments), physically thirty-five ) ) years old.

{ trigger warnings : mental illness, mentions of suicide attempts, child abuse, sexual abuse, torture, overall hydra bs, comas, experiments/medical stuff, kidnapping, and pregnancy ─> ive indicated which sections contain each. }

hey everyone, me again!! here’s my second baby aka jessica drew!! more about her under the cut~

INTRODUCTORY INFORMATION ABOUT JESSICA //

okay so jessies backstory is going to be pretty similar to her comic canon along with a few of my own head canons sprinkled in. the biggest change will be some alterations to her pregnancy backstory, which i’ll explain based on what cal and i plotted for jessica and carol.

JESSICAS CHILDHOOD BACKSTORY & ESCAPING HYDRA // ( has most of the triggers here, pls skip over this if it’s likely to trigger you <3 )

jessica’s father was a hydra scientist, who used her as his lab rat, experimented on her, and is responsible for her powers.

when jessicas mother was pregnant with her, she was exposed to her father’s experiments. in nothing short of a miracle, jessica was born healthy, or so they thought.

when jessica was a kid, her exposure to the uranium on her family’s estate made her incredibly sick to the point of near death, coupled with what would be revealed as a subtle DNA match of wundagore widow DNA in her blood, and so her father injected her with more DNA of the wundagore widow to try and turn her into his precious experiment that’d salvage years worth of failed research

while her father was abusing her mother in front of her, jessicas bioelectricity activated and she attacked her father, then fell unconscious

when she awoke, she was naked and surrounded by male hydra agents, now a full grown teenager.

hydra brainwashed her into perceiving all of her loved ones as demented creatures. they also had her manipulated by one of their male agents into believing he loved her. this was her first boyfriend.

hydra trained her in multiple styles of martial arts. she was personally trained by the taskmaster and worked under the tutelage of one of hydras supremes, otto vermis.

jessicas first assignment was to infiltrate shield and murder nick fury. but shield showed her the truth of what hydra had done to her and of her origin story

jessica betrayed hydra, escaped, dyed her hair brown, and ran away. she lived briefly in london where she connected with mordred the mystic and a sorcerer named the magnus, the latter of whom taught her how to acclimate back to civilization.

she moved to LA, where she made her first friend, lindsey, in a therapy group. she worked as a bounty hunter in LA until moving in with lindsey in san fcanscico.

shield and hydra both started trying to track her down. hydra found her, and her boyfriend confessed to having manipulated her so she’d stay loyal to hydra. in a 24-1 battle, jessica murders taskmaster, her ex boyfriend, and the other hydra agents.

nick fury again attempts to reach out to jessica, this time telling her he knows her parents are alive. she finds her mother brutally murdered on the bed and finds her father’s research

jessica then goes undercover to seduce otto, pervy old man, to try and discover information about her origin and about her father. they try to kill her, and reveal that madame hydra wont be happy when its presumed jessica’s dead. (more on this below)

she decides to infiltrate hydra again, this time she finds her father, and when it’s revealed he only cares about her because she’s his experiment, jessica’s conditioning kicks in. she reveals that hydra tortured her for her entire life, leaves the facility, and then meets the next legacy of her father’s experiments: other spider-mutated girls, just like jessica. she blows the facility up and leaves.

she went back to her place with lindsey and worked in San Fran as a PI. there, she earned a reutation as the dark angel of san fransisco.

DEPOWERED & REPLACED // ( mentions of suicide attempts & mental illness, kidnapping )

during her time as a PI, jessica went on several adventures. for one thing she found for herself an archenemy in Morgan le fay. In one of these particular magic-related brawls, she was left powerless.

she helped out the x-men by letting them move in with her

she continued working as a PI, powerless, even doing investigation on the criminal territory of madripoor

as her powers started coming back, she teamed up with the heroes for hire. she also worked with jessica jones on a case involving mattie franklin.

however, her powers kept fluctuating, and so she accepted a deal with madame hydra herself, who’d become obsessed with jessica because she became convinced she’s jessica mother when morgan le fay convinced her she was meriem drew. as part of the deal, jessica had to join shield as a double-agent to give information to hydra. fury figured it out and used jessica to spread false information for hydra

at this time though skrull queen veranke kidnapped and replaced jessica. jessica was held a prisoner of war on the skrull’s ship for two years. and most everyone regarded jessica cruelly after she got back, because they were reminded of queen veranke, who was responsible for the skrull invasion.

she became extremely depressed this time, and attempted suicide by venom blasting herself in the head

jessica joined sword, the european version of shield, and began hunting down skrulls

the rest of jessicas adventures after this time involve her working as an avenger and dealing with the spider-verse. there she seduced Morlun and became his “lover,” gathering the information that would let them defeated the inheritors. she was killed during the secret wars, but the timeline was undone.

PREGNANCY & PRESENT //

jessica did get pregnant, but instead it was as a surrogate for carol’s baby. gerry is therefore carol’s biologically.

the rest of the pregnancy, giving birth on a skrull ship she was invading with carol at her side, remains canon

she decided to work part-time as a hero so she could be around more for gerry but also show him what it means to be a hero.

now she works as a freelance PI, part-time hero, rogue shield agent, and committed mom. she’s a full time Spider-Mom though and wants to love on all the spiderlings always.

A BRIEF SYNOPSIS OF HER POWERS//

jessica is one of the totemic avatars (weird spider-verse shit). aka she’s a strong baby

superhuman strength, speed, stamina, durability, agility, reflexes, flexibility, and enhanced hearing

containment immunity: of all radiation, drugs, poisons, and toxins

wall-crawling

bioelectric venom blasts

accelerated healing factor and slowed aging

pheromone secretion: of fear/repulsion and sexual/attraction pheromones

self-propelled glide — she used to be able to fly. now it’s just gliding.

MISCELLANEOUS//

raging lesbian ok thanks

crippling fear of rats

shield agent rank 7

has an obsession with her red, classic american motorcycle. seriously, it’s her baby

i imagine she actively stifles her english accent, which was a defence mechanism in the past to stay hidden from hydra and shield, then stuck

she constantly dyes her hair brunette, hates wearing it blonde

lowkey Sex Addict™ . but also was taught sex should be weaponized. v similar to black widow in this respect

will respond to jessica, jess, or jessie (or spock, to carol)

shes a sad baby who needs all the love ok????

so that’s it for my baby jessica!! let me know if you want to plot! im so excited to write her with all of you!! <3

#﹠⋅ 。✗ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱɪꜰɪᴇᴅ. ⋮「 ── from now on ‚ spider-woman fights back! 」#「 file. 」#﹠⋅ 。✗ ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀ-ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ. ⋮「 ── jessica drew. 」#assembleintro

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0nlywateristheriver · 5 years

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My Second Wife

Link to story with original pictures: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1O9-fjebl_2IBrzJxBdK0zVDJ04gQLD7zc6BzmBJLzDw/edit?usp=sharing

@doctor-of-fair-play

My Second Wife

@onlywateristheriver

After over a thousand years married to the woman, the Doctor had gotten the knack of pinpointing about where River was along her timeline, without the aid of their diaries. They had to have been married by now - she looked older than she had that day. As of yet, however, River didn’t seem to know her which, despite being a bit offensive, also offered the opportunity for a bit of fun…

“D’you know?“ the Doctor couldn’t help but have the corner of her mouth twitch into a smile just barely contained. River had pulled this on her once, though now she realized that River might have been talking about her. Timelines. “You remind me of m’second wife. Well, second proper wife… there were a few others just for the fun and the party. The resemblance, s’uncanny. Course, her hair’s a bit curlier, and she has this nasty habit of carrying ‘round weapons. Once shot m’hat! Very rude. Never carry ‘round weapons, makes you look weak,“ she paced around River, tapping a finger against her holster, “Naughty, naughty. And… this is the silly bit. She’s an archaeologist. Can you imagine it? Time travelin’ archaeologist. That’s cheatin’! Don’t you think that’s cheatin’?”

onlywateristheriver

River’s eyes narrowed as the woman in front of her went on about weapons and hats and archaeology. “I’ll have you know, archaeology is the best way to find some of the most precious things that would have otherwise been lost to time. I was lost when I went to university and becoming an archaeologist helped me to find the best thing in my life. Led me to it again and again. And saved my life and the life of those I love more than once, so don’t you go on about weakness and silliness and cheating.” River tutted.

doctor-of-fair-play

The best thing in my life. Did she mean…? The Doctor stood a little straighter, a curl of guilt moving inside her. She’d never really stopped to think, stopped to consider… Anthropology she could understand, she was a bit of an anthropologist herself, but archaeology? Climbing about in the dust, going through old scraps of papers and wisps of lives long since ended when all of it was there, within reach, when one was to just step past the barrier of time. Alive and real.

“M’sorry. I was just havin’ a bit of fun.” The Doctor pulled up a chair, leaning in a bit closer to her wife, “S’really important to you, isn’t it? S’not just a way of… Why though? When you can step out in the world, amongst the living, why limit yourself to fragments? S’a vortex manipulator, isn’t it?” the question didn’t sound very convincing, she barely even glanced down at it. “You could go back, see it all for yourself. Nothin’s really lost.”

onlywateristheriver

“I didn’t have this from the beginning. I was left on my own with nothing. I had to find my own way with nothing but my own will and determination. All I knew was that there was someone I needed to find. Someone who could be anywhere, anywhen. I was as weak as a kitten and as knowledgable as a newborn. But I grew up fast and I used what I had around me. Archaeology was the best way to find what I needed. It’s served me well.”

River leaned back in her chair and looked the woman up and down. “Why am I telling you any of this anyway?”

doctor-of-fair-play

“Just have one of those faces, people can’t help but talk when I’m around. Sometimes. Honestly, I’ve not the knack for it I used to.” It was probably the height. Or the breasts. The Doctor leaned forward, elbows on the table, and twirled her straw around the emptying glass.“And, I mean, m'also your husband and I’ve been dropping hints all night. So there’s that. Really, River, you’re usually quicker on the uptake. How many people d'you think have a time travelin’ archaeologist for a wife?”

onlywateristheriver

River stared for a good minute or two at the woman in front of her. It was the eyes that finally convinced her. “I never thought I’d see you again.” Slowly she smiled. “And I certainly never came across this in my research. How long has it been for you?”

doctor-of-fair-play

The Doctor waited for some reaction from River, trying to read the expressions that passed over her face. Eventually, River smiled and a smile brightened the Doctor’s face too. “Y’know me, m’like a bad penny.” Her smile wavered, the unwelcome memory of their last goodbye pressing into her mind. “Been a while on my end, haven’t seen you since a bit before I last regenerated - don’t think you’re there quite yet. M’two thousand and something if that’s any help?”

onlywateristheriver

“Two thousand? It has been a while then. For me as well. I haven’t seen you in probably a hundred years, maybe a hundred and fifty?” She tried to hide the sadness that always surfaced when she realized how long the Doctor had left her alone. She knew they couldn’t spend all of their time together, that was dangerous. But she still missed him, ‘her’ she corrected, terribly when they were apart.

“I’m glad you found a way to go on. I know you were worried that you were at the end.”

doctor-of-fair-play

“S’not what I was worried about. But you know me, never liked endings.“ She let out a slow breath, hands stuffed in her pockets, and looked inside the cafe. The light of the grimy fixtures shone a warm gold, and the clink of dishes and silverware, the murmur of voices could be distantly heard. It would be better to laugh, better to pretend they weren’t both moving towards a goodbye, than to stand out here in the rain speaking of things that couldn’t be changed. “Come have dinner with us. I think you’ll like them, m’friends. And there’s a lot of catchin’ up we have to do, you and me. All the bits we missed.“

onlywateristheriver

River took a deep breath and put on a smile she didn’t really feel. “Okay. Lead the way.”

doctor-of-fair-play

Slipping a hand into hers, the Doctor led her back into the cafe. The chill of the rainy evening faded as the door closed behind them, though the Doctor’s hair was dripping and her shirt was tight to her skin, sticking and cold. She gladly slipped back into the booth, as it was near to the faux fireplace in the corner which gave off a very real glow of warmth from glowing plastic logs. Humans, they couldn’t just stick a space heater in the corner. Very few races were so focused on the ‘atmosphere’ of a place.

“We got you both another round of hot chocolates,“ Graham said, holding one out to each of them. The Doctor took hers gratefully, wrapping icy fingers around the warmth of the mug. “I’m amazed you’re not half froze, standing out there.“

“So is one of you going to explain?“ Ryan asked. “I didn’t take you for the married sort, Doctor.”

Yaz gave him a nudge under the table with her foot - the Doctor knew this because she missed Ryan and caught the Doctor’s shin instead. “What he means is, we thought you’d have been around, River? We were just saying, we’re a bit surprised we haven’t met you before, that’s all.”

onlywateristheriver

So, they were going to hold hands then. They’d never actually done the couple-thing before. Not with anyone they actually knew personally outside of her parents and not even then, as her dad had always been a bit overprotective for the brief moments they’d had as dad and daughter. River found that she liked it very much. She didn’t release her wife’s hand even when the older man held out the hot chocolate for her. “Thank you.”

She turned to the girl. “Well, the Doctor and I have had such an interesting history, always meeting out of order. Has she told you about any of it?”

doctor-of-fair-play

No. The answer was ‘no’. She’d not said a word. So many names she never let past her lips, because it hurt too much, because she didn’t want to scare her new friends by letting on how many had been lost while she’d carried on. The Doctor, such a survivor. Always living while those she loved… Perhaps the tension showed - a tightness in her neck, an expression on her face - because Yaz seemed to understand and saved her. “I think we scared the Doctor off talking about personal things when she let on she was two thousand and we threatened her with two thousand birthday parties.”

A small look of confusion touched against Ryan’s face, for she’d once mentioned her age in passing but there had been no talk of parties, but he caught on after a moment, “Right yeah.“

“Love a good party, me,“ the Doctor said, feeling able to take a breath, “but so many candles. Don’t really want to be blamed for another fire - Rome was bad enough.” She took a sip of her hot chocolate. “Why don’t you tell them ‘bout the Byzantium, dear? That was a good one. This one decided the best was t’drop by the TARDIS would be to fling herself out another ship’s hatch.”

0nlywateristheriver

“Two thousand birthday parties? I don’t even think she’s ever had even one.” River nudged the Doctor with her shoulder. “Dad and I tried to throw him a surprise birthday party once. Mum was supposed to keep him occupied for a couple of hours. They didn’t come back for two days! He never could quite explain why, but I think Mum had let it slip somehow what we’d been planning.” River’s eyes got misty for a moment.

She gathered herself back together. “The Byzantium. Right. You were so young then.” She smiled at the Doctor then winked at Yaz. “He looked about twelve years old, and so easy to get all flustered. Particularly when I landed right on top of him when he pulled me into the TARDIS.”

#doctor-of-fair-play #rp #13 #river song

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the-storyteller-and-her-soldiers · 6 years

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I Miss You (Inktober Day 2 - Tranquil)

Title: I Miss You

Word Count: 2,183

Warnings: Okay so this is my first actual angst story when it comes to selfshipping! So this time the warnings are legit! So there are mention/implications of death and a second of self-deprecation. But other than that I believe we’re good! AND THERE IS A HAPPY ENDING!!! (Message me if you’d like anything else tagged)

Ship: ((CAN YOU GUESS??)) The Storyteller and her Shield (Gladio x Myself)

Summary: (So I’m participating in Inktober and today’s prompt is Tranquil and what’s more tranquil than peace of mind!) So it’s been about a month since my unexpected and unknown passing. Though since I haven’t been laid to rest I decide to check in on someone I hold dear. I’m honestly surprised by what I find.

Smoky charcoal clouds passed through the sky covering any stray ray of moonlight that tried to shine down on the streets below. The lack of light would have been a problem for the single soul who dared to be out this late, had it not been for the flood of flickering orange street lamps that were littered throughout the neighborhood. If anyone else was insane enough to be out this late, the sight of the one hooded figure with their back to the street would have been eerie enough. It truly appeared like a scene from any modern day horror movie. But this was the real world, and surely demons and nighttime monsters didn't exist. The figure covered by the washed-one-too-many-times hoodie was just someone who had trouble getting to sleep and thought a little nature might help. But if someone were to stumble upon this sleepless soul, they wouldn't be able to help but wonder what the other was looking at so intently in the pitch black. That is until they listened to the sound of rushing water that came from the flooded stream beneath them. The sound of the burbling brook seemed to have the power of putting anyone at ease, which made it one of the hidden gems of the neighborhood.

Tranquility finally set itself into the aching hole of the blue hooded figure, a hum of content filling the otherwise silent air. Though quiet is something that rarely remains in the town that this silhouette called home and soon enough tiny patters of water droplets diving from the sky and onto anything in the world below filled this silence. The sounds of rain crashing into several surfaces of the sidewalk, stream, street lights, and leaves were almost like a melody to the figure. But as much as the lone soul loved any form of song, the hatred of being soaked outweighed it in every regard. So much so that they felt the need to vocalize their disdain to the sleeping world,

"Oh come on, can't one day go by where it doesn't rain?" Anyone could practically hear the eye-roll the figure was making as they continued, looking to the sky. "I guess that's your way of telling me to get my butt to bed, huh Mother Nature?"

As the figure continued to send glares to the heavens above, the hood fell off the figure's head, revealing a messy strawberry pink ponytail and a pale face, that of a young woman. At this she groaned once more, rubbing her cheeks before beginning to fumble with the difficult behaving hood. When the hood covered her head once more, it now only covered the back side of her head since it had caught on their ponytail leaving her face easy to see. Knowing that this was the best she was going to get, hands of ivory dropped to her sides before slamming themselves into the hoodie's pockets, trying to get dry and warm. Beginning the journey in the opposite direction of the place they now called home, the sleepless soul made her way towards the home of her partner, Gladio.

Surely he won't mind if I spend the night. It's so much warmer at his house than it is at mine! As she thought of where she'd soon be, a sad laugh drowned out the drowning rain. He probably won't even notice I'm there. Though I do wanna make sure that he at least got to sleep, it has been rough on them this past month... The teal hood nearly fell off her head once again when she shook it in an attempt to get rid of the thought. She knew thinking like that would only confuse her and be of no help to anyone, so it was best not to mull it over.

Rounding various corners and trudging through the orange lights that flickered when the girl who was getting damper by the second approached, she listened the quiet of the night. Another pit settled inside her as they thought back to the noticeable thumping that her boots usually made, so she began trying to listen for that over all the other quiet ambiance. Yet no matter how hard she tried, all she heard was the pittering of the rain. It was unsettling in a way, but she'd get used to it all soon. She had to since it seemed like the situation they were in wasn't going to change any time soon. So again, it was better not to think about it.

The rest of the walk was almost like the girl had set herself on autopilot, focusing on nothing but the movement of her feet and ground under them. Tired eyes only lighting up when the roof of the oh-so-familiar home was in sight. The scarlet hue of the street lamps making the ebony color of her eyes that much brighter. Grounded footsteps picking up their pace to a light sprint, which only halted when they stood on the expansive oak porch and in front of a sliding glass door.

The girl turned her head both ways, scanning for any other potential intruder. Once they were sure no one else was around, she bent down and picked up an inconspicuous grey rock that laid beside the outer frame of the door. Flipping it over into their other hand dark eyes scanned over the crudely etched "G + R" along with a small doodle of a heart next to the letters on the bottom of the rock. The drawing was so small that if she hadn't been the one who had drawn it, she wondered if she would have even noticed it. When she questioned it, she began to question what her partner thought of it, if he noticed it at all. Nevertheless, the small sketch made her lips curve upwards while she continued to think. The girl was only pulled from her thoughts when a particularly large raindrop fell on her head. Her nose scrunched before she stepped closer to the door to step out of the rain. She then twisted the bottom of the rock, revealing the key to the back door

“Ah, the special key to my special entrance.” She held back a giggle while reflecting on the memory of when Gladio had shown her this key. How he told her that she could use it whenever she needed to, even when he wasn’t there. It was such a sweet gesture, one that helped the girl in more ways than she could ever express. For a moment one question came to mind, but it vanished quickly since there was no point in questioning something that couldn’t be changed.

Fitting the key into the lock after a few misses, the girl unlocked the door and stepped inside. The everlasting chill was lightened ever so slightly when the door closed behind her. She wandered inside, placing the secret key in its container and on to a nearby bookshelf. Although the house was darker than it was outside due to the lack of light, the girl made her way around just fine thanks to her prior knowledge.

This is just a quick check-in and then maybe I can get some shut-eye as well. Remember that! The girl reminded herself repeatedly since the last thing she wanted was to disturb her partner and any company he may be keeping.

The floorboards seemed to creak with every few steps she took, making her recoil back in her own horror. They had never done this before, but all the girl could say to justify it was that times were different now. Although, that didn’t stop her from at least wincing with every sudden noise. After failing miserably at her self-given mission of being stealthy, the girl finally made it to her destination, Gladio’s room.

She twisted the door open, expecting to see a fully occupied bed, but what she saw broke her heart even more. Gladio laid in his bed, alone. Clutching for dear life, a bear that the girl recognized as her favorite that she used to own. Looking closer she took notice that his cheeks were... tearstained? Bringing a hand up to her lips and clasping it over her mouth, she held back her own tears. There was no way that he could still be this upset after this much time. Not because of her. No one should be. In her own eyes, she wasn’t worth it. Yet here was the cold hard truth laid before her. She wanted to go to his side and wipe away the tears, comfort him! But she couldn’t, she’d cause more harm than good, right? She just used both hands to hold back her cries and shook her head, trying to avert her gaze. But any resistance the girl had broke when Gladio called out her name. Something that the young lady nearly didn’t recognize from not hearing for so long.

The young woman hurriedly made her way to her partner’s side, sitting on the edge of the bed to wipe away his tears. She never wanted her partner to suffer, not because of her. Not knowing whether or not he would be able to even hear her, she placed her hand over his lightly grasping it.

“It’s okay sweetie, I’m here,” She tried to soothe, rubbing her thumb along the side of his hand. “I’m here.”

She saw Gladio reach out for her, and the young lady had to shut her eyes so hard that her head started to hurt. All so she wouldn’t break down crying.

“I miss... you,” Gladio confessed, his voice a mix between a mutter and sleepy groan.

Another quiet wince left the girl’s lips. “I miss you too, hon. So, so much. But hey, I’m no longer in pain, so that’s a positive.” The girl whispered, mustering up a positive attitude. “But I am so sorry if I caused you any pain! I never thought that I...” She paused trying to keep her composure, “That I meant that much to you. I do know that you’re really strong and you’ll make it through this. And even if I can’t do much, I’ll do my best to help you! You’re going to be just fine, I know you will. But still take all the time you need, that’s what’s important.” A glance at the clock that sat on the nightstand reminded her of the time, 4:47 in the morning. She should be going soon, after all, it would be rude if she wasn’t prepared for her final big day.

Letting go of Gladio’s hand, the young lady let it fall to the bed as she stood from the bed. She turned around, leaning against the bed to place a butterfly kiss on her partner’s forehead. “I don’t know if you’re even hearing any of my thoughts but I just really want you to know that I’m sorry for any pain I’ve caused but I love you more than I can ever say.” She then leaned back, taking one last look at the sleeping brunet who she had held so dear. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

Gladio woke up just moments later with chills running through his upper body. Despite the intensity, they were oddly soothing, though, by the time he could realize where he was or what they might be, the strawberry-haired lady had already vanished. Even though the dark sky held such devastation the night before, as amber eyes gazed out towards it now, for some reason Gladio felt as though things would begin to feel okay...

"And that's the ending!" The young lady beamed while closing the document she was reading from. Ebony eyes looked around at their audience expectant for any responses. "Well, what do ya' think? It's not my magnum opus or anything, but I did just spend ten hours straight writing this, so please give me some credit." The young lady was about to crash her head into the table mat below, but mere centimeters away she felt a hand tug at the back of her collar. "Thanks, babe."

Gladio gave a content hum of acknowledgment while lowering his girlfriend onto the table to where she rested her head.

"I kept tellin' ya when you kept askin' me for opinions, you did good. But I think you broke Prompto."

The lady author lifted her head to see where her usually upbeat friend sat quietly. "You're not gonna die, are you?" He asked, with his voice being only a whimper.

Gladio tried to hold back a snort as he watched his girlfriend practically leap out of her chair and begin freaking out in an attempt to calm down her friend.

"YOU ARE NOT HELPING!" The bright strawberry shot at her boyfriend, who just stood marveling at her actions...

#ship: the storyteller and her shield #gladio x myself #self shipping #selfshipdom #self insert #selfship community #self indulgent stuff #romantic #real world au #platonic #selfship #ghost #ghosting #inktober #haunted #death #hurt #comfort

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Here’s the first chapter of my book I made in wattpad hope you can check it out

Sombra's pov

I sighed as i relaxed on my chair as I had hacked another corrupted company finding out information about them. Like what there doing there plans there resources the usual stuff, but this was getting boring real quick already so. I decided to get out of this home Im in sense I've been cooped up in here for to long I got up from my chair and stretched I went to my grabbed my clothe and towel as I went to the bathroom to get ready

-Time skip till she's ready-

After I was done i was wearing my Black leather jacket with a purple shirt with a light purple/white sugar skull on it and blue jeans. I grabbed my bag as I put my laptop in it and my charger's as well as i grabbed my phone and keys I also grabbed my gun just in case everything goes south . As i headed towards the door i opened it and walked out i closed it behind me as I got the keys and locked the door. I put them away and started walking to a bar near by here I rarely go there either to get a drink or meet a client to do some business.

As I headed over there I passed by buildings and people I sighed as I see friends laughing and talking and family's together as well but I looked away i don't want to start feeling sad again just because I feel lonely shit I have to be lonely anyways the "job" I have isn't quite well safe for a matter of fact I don't want anyone I care about getting hurt or used against me so I have to leave everyone I once new and erased them from my history and everything else making sure none of them will be traced.

I also had to change my identity and delete myself from every system so no one will track me down or figure out who I was I mean I have to I am the notorious hacker after all. I smirked a little at what I thought as I realized that I was in front of fareeha&angela's bar. This is the only place that is near by from my home and I usually visit this place for two reason 1. Get wasted as fuck 2. Doing business and today happens to be both. I walked in the bar as I looked around people chatting away some on the dance floor I kept looking till I saw a table in the far corner not close to the bar keepers or my one.

Before I walk towards the seat I went to the bar and ordered a michelada as I waited for my drink I felt a pair of eyes staring at me I ignored it pretending I didn't notice. I then got my drink from the bartender who has that Egyptian symbol on her eye i got my drink and went to the table in the corner. I put my michelada on the table as I put my bag on the table as well I bring my phone out as I started texting my customer when there going to be here they texted back right away as they will be arriving soon I texted back saying ok I turned my phone off as I put it down on my lap as I took a tip of my drink feeling the spice tasting the lime I relaxed only a little bit as I enjoyed my drink .

It's already been five minutes and this bastard still isn't here I had already finished my drink and was about to go home when they have finally have arrived they looked around in the bar as they finally saw me they walked up to me and sat down on the chair in front of me holding a bag "you got the information I need " they said " yes now do you got the money to pay for the information " I said they nodded there head "let me see it, the money if it's all there " I said they hesitated but they handed the bag to me I opened it and counted the the money.

I saw all the money was in the bag as I reached in to my pocket and pulled out a usb drive containing all the information they need I handed it to them by putting it on the table and sliding it towards them as they got it they looked at it then nodded " it was a pleasure doing business with you again sombra" " same here if you want to do business again you know how to contact me " I said they got up from the seat and left with the usb drive I gave them. I do not work for anyone I just give information to anyone just as long the price is right it could be the good guys or it could be the bad guys doesn't matter to me.

I got the bag full of money and stuffed it in my bag I brought along once I find that I looked up and looked at the bar, should I get one more drink before I go... eh why not I put my bag on as I got up and went to the bar I sat down and ordered vampiro and for some reason this other bartender game me a weird looked I just looked at her confused but she shook it off and went to make my drink I shrugged it off as well as I waited patiently for my drink as I rested my head on my hand I then felt someone sit next to me and of course I ignored them. " well I have finally found you chére I heard you could get information " I heard the person say next to me she had a French accent I looked at her making sure this wasn't no trap.

the bartender then brought my drink as I looked away from the lady and payed for my drink "depends on the price your willing to pay " I said as I looked at her again "hmm how about ten thousand " I smirked

Twenty thousand " I said I saw her eye twitch a little " fifteen thousand my final offer" I thought about it I already did got paid and that might not be a bad price "alright then fifteen thousand it it so what do you want me to dig up for you arãna " I said as I saw the spider webs on her tattoo left arm "I want you to search information about the organization talon" I raised my eyebrow I looked away for a moment as I took a sip of my drink.

After I drank my drink a little bit I looked back " wow why that organization hmm what type of information you want " I said curious on why that instead of other organizations "personal reasons and any information is good enough " I thought about it for a little bit " alright deal I turned my body fully facing her as I took my hand out she looked at my hand then she took out hers and shook mine "call me sombra" I said " Amélie LaCroix " she said I then gave her a piece of paper as I let go of her hand and got my drink as I drank it all up fast I then got off my seat and walked away as I headed for the front door I felt her pair of eyes watching me as I leave as I was in front of the door i opened it and looked back at her I winked at her then I left the building leaving her alone and with my phone number to contact me

Amélie's pov

I watched her as she leaved I looked at my hand as I saw the piece of paper she left on my hand with a number on it I then looked at Angela as I nodded my head to her "she agreed to help give information to us about talon we'll find out what's been happening to the creatures who have been disappearing " I said to Angela making sure no one overheard us she then nodded " good I just hope she will not get hurt because of us or worse " Angela said I nodded in agreement.

I’ll let the readers decide if they want to ship her with Dva symmetra or Amelia a.k.a widowmaker

#overwatch #sombra #sombrafanfic #overwatchstories #spyderbyte #symmetraxsombra #symbra #somva #sombraxdva #widowxsombra #widowmaker #dva #symmbra

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