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silvr-skreen · 8 months

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I wanna hear about the reboot's season 1 finale, I'm actually quite interested

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*big smile of insanity* ok!!! So this one is a 2-parter! Sorry for misspellings I am on my phone it’s 5am and I just woke up and I don’t have my glasses on.

Look out. HUGE POST INCOMING!!!

It talks about bigotry and is really kind of dark at points. Like the first half starts kind of funny but slowly loses the jokes, and part 2 only contains 2 jokes at all.

So some stuff that builds up before this includes “Ray has been getting less work” and “on of the human kid characters has a mechanic dad.”

The implication is that he’s been poaching Ray’s customers. Why is a not-so-nice person in the neighborhood? Well the reboot posits that the puppets are moving back in, and realized people aren’t so friendly so they’re trying to bring friendliness back!

So over the course of the first season it’s all pretty lighthearted and silly, with a few consistent moments where you can see the father being short with Ray. You can also slowly see as he manages to cause most of the puppets and other human actors to follow suit.

Now apparently Ray overcharges, talks funny, doesn’t know what he’s talking ABOUT. At first it wasn’t that bad, he still got work, but by the end of the season it’s obvious he hasn’t got any.

So he wasn’t able to keep the deed to his shop.

The human kid character who shall henceforth be known as Marcy has been getting apprenticeships from him (basically he’s been training and teaching her since he’s got nothing else to do and he enjoys it) and she’s distraught. That’s her friend and he’s leaving? It’s not fair!

She goes home to dinner with her dad and he mentions some land investment he made, and it comes out. He took Ray’s customers, made everyone more judgmental and harsh to him, and lo and behold, it’s out of bigotry.

The specific form of bigotry for this one is the kind shown against th Irish, as Ray is Scottish/Irish. The “he talks funny” is derogatory towards his accent and Ray knows it. He knew the whole time.

So she realizes what her dad did and why and she’s horrified and she tries to call it out but he yells at her for not seeing the bigger picture and she’s so distressed she runs out of their house and she ends up crying on the steps outside one of the neighborhood buildings. (The one with the mailbox you know the one.)

Part one ends.

Part twos got a darker tone and a bit more edge to it in an impactful way, so one of the main things in part two is we’re only ever shown the left side of Marcy’s face until way later on.

Another big thing that I didn’t mention is, her dad is a good speaker, he can convince you of a lot, so he’d previously (like in an episode earlier in the season) gotten the puppets to write down negative thoughts so “nobody needs to hear them.”

The message of that one had been about how it’s not good to bottle up your feelings.

However lo and behold he’d taken those papers and gone and dumped them in Ray’s workshop for him to find. Of course, after he removed any information that would help Ray realize it’s not about him.

So Pearl comes over and spots Marcy crying at the start of part 2, asks what’s wrong and Marcy tells her that her friend is getting kicked out because he doesn’t have enough money to keep working and everyone here hates him.

Pearl is sad, and Marcy even offers her one of those sheets of paper to prove it because “look at what they’re saying about him!” Turns out the one she gives Pearl is the one Pearl wrote, and Pearl is confused.

“How did he get this? I was told it was going in a safe, because nobody needs to see it.”

“Well there were like… ten of these!”

At which point Pearl realizes something is afoot, and asks for more info like “well who is it?”

Big reveal, Ray’s Fix is kind of over now. He’s gotta go, he can’t stay because he’s got no house or job or anything - well legally he could but he doesn’t want to.

So Pearl squawks out a distress signal and all the puppets come running to see what’s up, confused.

Marcy gives a much more concise explanation with a lot of tears and crying, the group takes off, hoping maybe he’s at the shop and they can talk to him, but he’s not.

It’s her dad, some contractors, and the mayor. They’re discussing the remodel or possibly taking it all down and starting over. That’s when they try to confront him and the dad feigns ignorance, there was no bigotry, Ray just wasn’t as talented.

A train whistle sounds and they realize there’s a train station nearby and so yet again the group rushes over and Ray is there.

And while in the old show apologies and forgiveness were easily earned/shown this one doesn’t have that. Sure they make up but there the undertone of some upset hurt feelings even after. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

So Ricky tries to extend the branch first, only for Ray to get very angry with him because he wasn’t immune to the “being tricked into believing bigoted talking points and acting on them” thing.

At one point Ricky tries to minimize it by saying that maybe Ray does talk a *little* funny. And ray is. He doesn’t like it.

“Funny to you! Because to you its an accent, you can put it on and take it off whenever it suits your tastes. This is my life! I can’t change who I am and I don’t want to! I just… I want people to like him.” <- almost 100% direct quote

Marcy tugs on his sleeve and he looks down at her, still mad (not at her specifically), but then horrified into silence.

We see her entire face for the first time and the right side of her face has a split lip and bloody nose. The implication being her father hit her.

There’s silence for multiple long minutes as they stare at each other. I can imagine the framing in the back of my mind. It’s the right side of her face and the left side of his, just the two of them front and center, only the soft ambient wind sounds.

She apologizes for not stopping him and Ray crouches down and gently brushes her hair away and tells her he forgives her. “Marcy. You’re nine, you’re not supposed to save the world yet. It’s okay.”

Obviously signaling how while children are the future they need to have their childhood to become the people they can be, and how children aren’t as capable of holding responsibility for something like this as an adult may be due to reasons like family, not being old enough to understand, etc.

The puppets do all apologize again, with real apologies that don’t minimize the situation or imply Ray is overreacting, and he forgives them but says he’s “gonna keep an eye out.” For any bad behavior.

The train goes by and Ray doesn’t get on it, but Ricky mentions a rule he learned never got changed when they left the neighborhood the first time, “If 2/3 of residents believes a building to have been of exemplary service the deed can be reassigned to the owner at the time of service, regardless of current condition, location, or status of life.”

Basically the short is. If they can get 2/3 people to agree Ray’s Fix was a good place, they can get it back. So they’ve got to get a petition. I mean the mayor is already on site. They can do it!

Which they do. It takes a while since they also have to inform a few people “yeah it was bigotry that chased him out the other guy is not so nice.”

Marcy gets the most because who’s going to say no to a nine year old who’s hurt?

Ultimately they present the petition to the mayor and he’s about to grant the deed back and return the shop to Ray, but the dad throws a fit about how “you’re giving this place back to someone like him?!”

Then the phones ring… and keep ringing a lot.

Ultimately as it turns out some of his work was shitty and rushed. He was undercharging people to make it seem like Ray was overcharging them, then when he got rid of Ray he could raise prices all he wanted and there’d be no other repairman to go to.

However his work ethic included “they’re not paying industry standard so I’ll just cut a few corners who’ll know?”

As it turns out? Everyone. As now there’s a couple of issues with lights flickering or turning off, showers spraying like hoses etc.

Guys arrested for a couple of safety violations due to the low quality of work. Ray gets his shop back but it’s been kinda trashed and so he’s gotta put it back the way it was but it’s HIS AGAIN!

End.

It’s. A lot.

Season 2 ep 1 begins with him putting stuff back in its place.

Also funny enough I’ve been typing this for an hour on my phone and I’m so tired man. Ray.

Can you tell he’s my favorite? I hope I’m his favorite.

#my friendly neighborhood #mfn game #mfn ray #it’s Ray-centric.#Marcy is also really near and dear to my heart I made her up like. 3 days ago.

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williamrikers · 7 months

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just a small observation after rewatching episode 6 [4/4] for the millionth time: in the credits, both mew and top are associated with water imagery. in episode 1, we see mew sitting next to a fish tank, his hand against the glass of the tank, looking from the outside in, unable to touch the water. in episode 6, we see top sitting in a bathtub, his hair and skin wet, a large window (glass) behind him. so one of them is on the outside and can't reach in, the other one is on the inside and can't reach out. could this be foreshadowing for anything?

#only friends #only friends the series #*mine #sand and ray are both driving #nick is seen with his headphones #so i BET we'll see boston with his camera or photos when we finally get a boston-centric episode #each couple has their own theme/topic

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fiveapocalypse · 1 year

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A Five who wants a perfect world where everyone is safe and happy.

A Reginald who wants a perfect world where his wife is alive and there’s no apocalypse.

Forget Allison making a deal.

Think about Five resetting the universe, having a family again, but then becoming threatening, upsetting, when they try to take this away.

He doesn’t get it. They have their lives back. Allison has her family. Luther isn’t an ape, Diego has Patch, Klaus has Dave, Ben is here, alive and well. Why are they trying to take this away? Why are they being so difficult?

The world is perfect.

The world is too perfect.

Five is a god, and he will rewrite the world as many times as he has to for a perfect universe, for a world where everyone of his siblings is alive and happy.

Even if he has to kill everyone else to get to it.

#just a thing to think about it #the umbrella academy #alternate universe #five hargreeves #five hargreeves centric #five hargreeves fanfiction #allison hargreeves #diego hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #ben hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #luther hargreeves #eudora patch #claire #TUA ray

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ao3statistics · 1 month

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This is self-made. Date: 15.03.2024

The Clinton Jones meant here is the character from White Collar.

I assume no guarantee or liability for the completeness, correctness and accuracy of this chart despite my best efforts.

Includes fanfictions in all languages available, NOT English only. Includes all fandoms on Ao3 connected to DC, Batman etc.

More charts will follow. :)

Want to have a chart for different pairings, headcanons etc. in your favourite fandom? Send me an ask!

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majorpepperidge · 3 months

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Lunar New Year update gives us new emotes and I'm using them responsibly

#Palia #Palia game #Zeki #Ray Hyllard #these last patches have been very zeki-centric and fellas im feasting

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goldiipond · 1 year

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ohhhh its always such a treat to see fanart of a character that clearly has a lot of love put into it and then you go to their blog and find that theyre absolutely obsessed with this character and its like all they talk about. other autistic people having the same not-normal attachment to characters i have gives me joy

#skye's ramblings #looking longingly at the ray-centric blogs that havent been active since 2019.. we could have been the best of friends #i dont even have to know the character if my friend's insane abt them i love them too. shaking all of yuor hands

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duckietine · 3 months

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they're so all over him it's making me do multiple backflips why are they like this. Sit the fuck down

#Ray centric full score trio official art is literally so crazy absolutely invading his personal space #and stop smirking you fool... silly ass #also Emma in the first one without her cattle number even tho Norman and Ray have theirs... post canon? Or is it obscured by the shadow...#I want it to be post canon so #tpn #the promised neverland #full score trio

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revoutionsingingintherain · 1 year

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Luke got his first guitar when he was seven years old. His ADHD therapist had recommended that he pick up a hobby as a fixation to redirect all his energy instead of doing something that could potentially harm him. Emily and Mitch had tried a lot of things at first. Cooking, drawing, basketball, running, everything that a seven year old would find interesting. But, as soon as Luke got his first guitar from his parents, he knew he had found his passion.

Emily and Mitch thought it was his fixation. Luke knew that music was the love of his life.

Two years into playing everyday, trying to practice chords from his favourite songs, and making new riffs just to see if he could make a decent song. He could, for a nine year old. His love for music was also how he met his best friends, Reggie, Alex, and Bobby. The Patersons had assumed that the boys had bonded over their hobby of creating music, or just playing covers of songs they liked. They never realised how much more important music was to them than they let it show.

Mitch and Emily did not seem to have a problem with the guitar and the lyrics and the music going on constantly. As long as Luke didn’t do anything that could harm him, they were fine. And when, at twelve, Luke started talking about making a career for himself in music, he started talking about being the best Rock band to ever exist, Emily and Mitch didn’t pay much attention at that time either.

But then, Luke got into high school, and he still spoke about creating music as a career for himself, and he still practised more with his band than doing homework or studying, and the Patterson couple couldn’t ignore it anymore. They knew that their son was very much serious about his choices.

So, they tried to explain it to him gently at first. Tried to tell him all the cons of being a musician. Instability in finance, no privacy, constant pressure, ‘all or nothing’ mentality, and the list went on and on and on. But Luke kept repeating to them, day after day, night after night, “I’ll do all of the bad stuff if it means that I can feel connected to the rest of the world through music. I’ll do all of it if I could just make people feel understood and valid, and alive.”

And Mitch would always just say, “That’s not your job, Luke. Leave it for someone else. You should focus on being able to provide for yourself and your family.”

And it went for months, and those months turned into years, and their gentle explanations turned to screaming and taunting and making comments about his choices. In the start, Luke would escape to Alex’s house, or Reggie’s, or Bobby’s. They’d never ask him to explain, and just cuddle with him and pretend not to notice when he cried, because they knew Luke would tell them when he was ready to.

By the time Luke was sixteen, he felt like he was immune to his parents’ words. It was the same thing over and over, like a broken record, and Luke had lost the will in him to fight his parents, to beg for their support and love. He just sat on the couch and listened as his parents screamed at him from behind.

“The boy never listens to me. He doesn’t understand that he needs to do something productive with his life.” Emily screamed.

“I worked so hard and paid so much money to get you into a good school, Luke, and you’re just going to waste it all away.” Mitch said.

“I mean, at least, think about your future family. No one will want to be a broke so-called rock star who’s scraping through life. Think of how you’ll provide for us when we’re old. Or are you going to make your father work all his life?” Emily yelled at him.

“Honestly, Emily, I think we should start keeping money aside for retirement. We shouldn’t trust him to be able to provide for us, if he won’t be able to provide for himself. We can’t be dependent on him if he’s going to have a very unstable job.” Mitch said.

And with all the screaming and taunts and the words echoing in Luke’s brain, he was surprised when his parents heard him. He hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but he said it before he could stop himself.

“Pay attention to me, please.”

Emily and Mitch turned towards him so fast, but he remained seated on the couch, staring out the window. “What?”

“Pay attention to me, please.” Luke said, louder.

He stood up, turning to his parents, “For once in your life, please, just pay attention to me. Pay attention to what I want to do, and support me and love me for it. Listen to what I’m trying to say. Listen to what my vision, my goal in life is, instead of putting your goals on mine. Listen to what I’m thinking and what I’m trying to plan, keeping everyone in the loop, instead of throwing assumptions about what could be.

Please, just pay attention to the words I’m screaming so quietly at you.”

The Pattersons did not respond well to what Luke had said. Luke ran away for the first time that night, coming back after the police caught him three weeks later. And then at seventeen, he left for good. They never paid attention to him. They never listened to him.

In 2020, after Luke, Reggie, and Alex had become humans, and Julie had told Ray the full truth, Ray had enrolled them in Julie’s school. He had asked the boys to select the courses they would enjoy.

Luke wanted to choose music, and he knew he could, but his parents’s words stopped him. Because, what if they didn’t make it big? What if he was barely above the water? What if he couldn’t take care of Julie, of Alex, of Reggie? What if he failed his family?

Luke chose a programme he would never be happy in.

When he’d given his sheet to Ray, Ray had looked at his selections, and just said, “Are you sure, mijo?”

Luke nodded, though his eyes told a different story. His twisting fingers told a different story. His bouncing feet told a different story.

Ray had nodded, and pulled out his laptop to file it in.

When school had started, and Luke got his schedule, his eyes filled with tears when he saw the classes for the music programme instead of the sucky one he had chosen. Julie had hugged him, and Alex and Reggie wrapped themselves around him without a word. Maybe they knew. Maybe they didn’t. Luke was just happy in that moment.

That night, when Luke got a moment alone with Ray, he whispered, “Thank you.”

Ray knew what he was talking about and he said, “I’ve gotten good at paying attention to silent screams. You can be who you want in this house. No restrictions.”

Luke hugged Ray, sobbing uncontrollably.

Someone finally paid attention to him.

#julie and the phat ones #julie and the phantoms #julie molina #alex reggie and luke #luke and alex #luke and reggie #luke jatp #luke patterson #julie and the fat one #julie and the himbos #luke-centric #i was in the mood for angst #angst #jatp #good parent ray Molina #ray molina

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marshmallowprotection · 1 year

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My birthday is coming up Tuesday! Boy, have I got a nice treat for all of you if you enjoy Danger Ray. <3

#mod kait #not mm #its like a reward for all of us #the 7th is gonna be ray centric

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rainyraisin · 1 year

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Okay I resisted the urge for long enough/j

Just gonna leave some small details here and then when the concept designs of the main 4 are done I'll start rambling about other stuff yxfbocugkvh

Basically, youngest Donnie (14), twins Mikey and Raph (15) and oldest Leo (16), age order will stay that but ages are subject to change. When the series starts out they don't really have the healthiest relationships with each other, tbh the best one is probably Raph and Donnie, but as the series goes on they come to understand each other more and become closer to one another, the catalyst for it is meeting Casey (aka Season 1 episode 1) as April tries her best but she doesn't really want to butt in since it's their business, even though she's basically part of the family at this point (shes known them for 4 years, shes 17 when everything starts, idk what age Casey will be yet probably same school year as April but a few months younger). Also Splinter will probably be more like 2012 but also like Rise where he slowly becomes a better parent to them over time, idk Splinter is the one main character I have like no ideas for atm and the only thing I have for him atm is pretty spoilery

But uh yeah take that small bit of info about my iteration so far as you will :) Things are subject to change ofc since these are all rambles from 3AM last night but idk i quite like it so far :D Definetly gonna be very family focused rather than there being much romance or anything. Idk maybe if I watch Samurai Rabbit, Leo can have his silly bunny guy :) I just love found family sm lmao

Also when it comes to villains I'm gonna utilise ones from both 2012 and Rise and maybe also make some of my own. If the villain is in both of those iterations I'll pick my favourite interpretation or pick the one that fits better (like as much as I love the Rise foot clan I think 2012 fits better here). Ofc they'll be tweaked and changed but they'll be based off them!

Okay I'm gonna stop now before I say absolutely everything 💀💀💀

#rai rambles #i love turtles so much im so excited about this #i love the concept of youngest Donnie sm #hes just gonna be a silly little guy whos a little fucked up actually #i have so many ideas and i wanna say them all RN but if i do then im not gonna start designs lmao i just know it #im stupid like that fyifihxggcjg #im gonna try so hard not to make too much Donnie centric stuff but i love him so much lmao #silly autism turtle

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sqwishywrites34 · 1 year

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Stay Away From My Son

A/N: Being the longtime lover of Criminal Minds I am,, I’m making a full fic from a TikTok scene I made lol I had this whole big scenario in mind for it so I decided I’d expand on it here. Have some Team Dad!Hotch and Team Son/Little Brother!Spencer

disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or it’s characters, they belong to Jeff Davis

Characters: Aaron “Hotch” Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Jennifer “JJ” Jereau, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, David Rossi, Penelope Garcia, Original Male Character(s)

WARNINGS: groping, grinding, spicy content(not smut)(lime? maybe?), weapons, swearing, probably bad writing, attempted present tense(not what I’m used to but I’ll try ;-;)

As much as Hotch didn’t like- no, detested sending one of his own into danger without proper protection, it couldn’t be helped. He couldn’t even send Reid in there with a gun, he’ll have to rely on the younger’s acting skills to keep him safe. They’d figured out the Unsub’s identity and got all the evidence they need to convict him and his current location, which also happens to be his hunting ground. He works at a gay nightclub as a bartender, a job that wouldn’t make it suspicious if he flirted with the patrons.

His type is Twinks, especially first timers that fell for his charms and would willingly follow him out back where he would have sex with them before drugging them and taking them to his place, an apartment above the club. Now, to lure him out to avoid putting civilians in danger and as to not scare them, they sent Reid in undercover.

Spencer, in a brightly colored, loose fitting crop top with very short jean shorts the rest of his legs in fishnet and chunky heeled combat boots, light makeup on his eyes and glittery cheeks makes his way into the club. Garcia has their computers queued up with the security feed inside the club, All their eyes trained on Reid and Lukas Mertins, their Unsub. Spencer makes his way through the crowd, blending in and letting the larger men grab on his hips and rub up on him, the other smaller-statured men dancing up against him as a show for the others. Finally, he makes it to the bar and sits down, panting and excitedly and nervously looking back at the crowds, fitting into his role perfectly.

Lukas takes the bait instantly and looks Spencer up and down like a Lion about to pounce on an injured Gazelle. He slides his way to Spencer, startling him with an introduction.

“Hey, there. I haven’t seen you around. Newcomer?” He asks, deepening his voice as to be alluring.

“Oh, yea! I just moved here from Wyoming!” He yells over the booming music, “I’m Callum!” He sends a charming grin to the man.

“What’s your poison? Gin? Tequila? No, you strike me as a Sex on The Beach kind of guy!” Lukas sends a wink at Spencer, confidence radiating off of him.

“How’d you know?” Spencer grins back at him with that amused surprise Lukas was expecting.

“Little bartenders’ secret, cutie, maybe I’ll teach you some time,” he speaks as he begins making the drink, when he notices Spencer taking out his wallet, “oh, no! You put that away! First timer’s get their first drink on the house!”

“Really? Are you sure?” The easy conversation continues on before another twink runs up and all but drags Spencer back to the dance floor as if they knew each other forever. Lukas keeps his eyes on “Callum” the whole time, clearly taking the shine to him that everyone had hoped(and dreaded).

Spencer makes his way back to the bar, giggling and panting as he returns to his flirtatious conversations with the Unsub.

“Hey, Callum, do you wanna get outta here? My shift just ended.” Lukas leans in close to say the words directly into Spencer’s ear.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Spencer sends a lustful smile at him, his lip between his teeth. Smirking, Lukas jerks his head to gesture Spencer to follow him to the back which lead to the alleyway.

Before they even cross the door’s threshold, Lukas has his lips against Spencer’s, his tongue damn near down his throat. As he gets them out the door, the loud slam resonating through the speaker, his hands are firmly gripping Spencer’s ass, kneading and landing the occasional slap.

Spencer’s hands are lost in Lukas’ hair as the larger man backs him up against the brick wall. Patting his ass, Lukas gets Spencer to jump and wrap his legs around his waist. Holding Spencer up with his own body and the legs around his waist, he begins grinding against him, moving to attach his lips to the brunette’s neck.

“Fuck, baby, you taste so fuckin’ good,” his hand slides up Spencer’s body and plays with his nipple, coaxing moans from the twink in his arms.

“Lukas Mertins! FBI! Get on the ground with your hands behind your head!” Hotch yells at the man, all too eagerly as the team notices. The blonde immediately drops Spencer though he doesn’t let him get away. Mertins wraps his arm around his neck, holding him flush against his body, pulling a pocket knife from his slacks and presses it tightly against Spencer’s throat in retaliation to the guns aimed at him with 5 accompanying death glares.

“I don’t fuckin’ think so. You back the fuck off or I’m taking this slut out.” He hisses out and glares directly at Hotch.

“Hang on there, Reid.” Morgan calls out to said agent when he sees the flash of panic that appears for no more than a few seconds.

“Let him go, Mertins. You’re not getting out of this.” Hotch all but growls out, sending quick glances at Spencer to ensure he’s alright.

“I beg to differ-” Before he could finish, Hotch fires a shot into his shoulder, making him drop the knife and release Reid to cradle his injury as he stumbled to the ground, grunting and growling in rage.

“Then beg.” Hotch snarls, grabbing the jacket they had grabbed for Reid and hurrying to put it around his shoulders, Prentiss coming forward to pull him into her side both for warmth and a sense of protection, while Morgan happily forces Mertins’ arms behind his back. If he accidentally tugs just a bit too hard on the arm Hotch shot, then no one mentions it. Nor do they mention if he just so happens to grab onto the same shoulder to bring him to his feet.

“Least you can do is have the twink suck me off.” He sneers, nodding at Reid.

“That what you think he is? Some twink?” Hotch squints challengingly at the man, daring him to go on.

“He gave me blue balls.” With that, his glare is directed at Reid who only barely shows any of his discomfort, though enough to have Hotch pissed at the man before him.

“Did he?” He feigns surprise and sympathy as he slowly takes the 3 steps forward. Suddenly, in a flash of barely a second, his knee rises to meet Mertins’ crotch, a deep grimace returning as the Unsub groans and collapses to his knees as he curls in on himself. “Now they’re black and blue balls.”

The whole team says nothing as they watch the scene and make not a move to intervene, though some are wearing smirks at Hotch’s display of protectiveness.

“And you say you’re not the dad.” Prentiss, still with a slightly shivering Reid in her arms, teases. Hotch glances back at her, a glare with no heat behind it playing on his features, though he says nothing.

No one says a word but they all notice his lack of denial.

Emily leaves Spencer with a quick squeeze as she goes to take Mertins from Morgan when they begin to head back to the vehicles.

“Hey, you okay, kid?” Derek asks, pulling Spencer into his side for side hug for comfort and to provide some warmth.

“Yea, or well, I will be. Once I can brush my teeth.” Spencer’s answer prompts a chuckle from most of the team and a soft grin from Hotch, who’s just relieved Spencer is alright.

“That was impressive, you know. I don’t know many people who could keep their cool in a situation like that.” Dave smiles at him and gently touches his shoulder as he passes to one of the SUVs.

“He’s right, Spence, that was really brave.” JJ offers gently, a smile on her face she usually reserves for her sons.

“Bravest twink I ever met,” Emily teases, a playful and kind smile on her lips that Spencer can’t resist returning.

Once everyone gathers into their respective SUVs, they begin the drive back to the station to firstly get Spencer back into his own clothes and to pack up to head home. Hotch takes to sitting in the back with Spencer as Emily drives, holding Spencer as he’s still shivering; as well as for his own peace of mind to ensure he’s safe, not that he’ll admit that out loud.

“That was impressive, you did very well,” Hotch sends a small, proud smile to him, though it soon turns to slight worry, “are you okay, though? That was a lot.” Spencer smiles at the concern, really seeing his “Dad Mode” as the team calls it.

“I’m okay. I’ll be much more comfortable in clothes with more coverage and some mouthwash, but I’m alright, right now.” Nearly the moment he finishes his sentence Emily’s phone blares to life, flashing with Penelope’s contact.

“Hey, what’s up, Garcia?” Emily announces into the phone, signaling she’s on speaker.

“Oh my sweet Boy Wonder! How are you?! Are you okay?! That was amazing! I didn’t know you could move like that! I’m definitely taking you the next time I go dancing! Please tell me someone punched that guy in the dick! Did he hurt you?! Be ready for a hug the moment you get back!!” She rushes, hardly taking a breath between sentences, making Emily and Spencer laugh and Hotch lightly chuckle with a fond smile.

“I’m alright, I promise. We’ll see about that dancing. Don’t worry, his genitals did not leave unscathed. And I’m looking forward to it, Penelope.” Spencer stays grinning throughout his update.

“Good! And, see, this is why I’m not in the field! No one messes with my Beautiful Boy Wonder! He wouldn’t be walking away at all if I was there!” She lets out her mini rant, adding in more bits of her protectiveness of him, in particular of the team, before she eventually hangs up.

They get back to the station, wrap everything up, get Spencer back into his own clothes, and bid adieu to the local enforcement and climb on the jet.

Spencer’s still low body temperature is making him tired, which he tries to explain the science behind as he’s floating in and out of consciousness. Hotch, who’s sitting beside him, smiles fondly at his habits and lightly directs his head to lean on his shoulder, where the Doctor promptly falls asleep.

The team, expectedly, grins at the sight and Derek and Emily immediately jump at the chance to take pictures, most of which sport a Hotch glancing at the camera with an amused smirk.

“Still not ‘the Dad’?” JJ smirks at Hotch over her book, gesturing with a quick glance at the man on his shoulder.

A defeated smile on his lips, Hotch huffs a silent chuckle, “No comment.”

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darubyprincx · 11 months

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also, i'd like to point everyone towards the one and only shipfic we have EVER written. flower husbands, crack and a whole bunch of comedy, scott comes out as gay during a summit in the worst way possible because he forgot how horses work. it's right under 10k words and i am very proud of it!

#ray's tag #writing #its not romance centric which is the only reason i survived at all. The focus is on the wildly specific situation that Scott got landed in

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neonstatic · 1 year

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i've probably said this before, but i will never forget the couple times that i've spoken on racism, barely three to four sentences, only to be bothered for days by non-black ppl who couldn't handle the idea that antiblackness exists.

#ray says #i already dont speak on it a lot cus my main thing is complaining abt relational and identity stuff #and this website is very american centric so african american ppl's experience of racism is v different from what i experience-#-living in the multicultural city of a country whose ppl pride themself on ''being better than the us'' (eye roll)#but it rly shows sometimes that you're just not allowed to speak on antiblackness. in any way.

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fiveapocalypse · 1 year

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The chestnut family taking Five in after the reset.

He’s thirteen, and alone and Luther had gotten so angry at him that he’s still kinda reeling from the anger. Everyone walked away, he’s stuck to deal with his own thoughts and how much he fucked everything up. Ray is just walking home from getting groceries but he sees the kid sleeping in a dumpster because it’s the most adequate shelter from the rain and he feels bad so he takes him home, and Allison says it’s her brother, her oldest-littlest brother, and Ray doesn’t entirely get it but he knows Five is important so he helps her and Claire nurse him back to health (when did he get so skinny? He’s so cold. He’s disoriented and doesn’t fight either of them on taking care of him. His fever is so high, the threat of taking him to a hospital looms over all their heads).

Five doesn’t get better the following days, weeks, Allison says treating him isn’t working, Ray drives them all to the hospital at two in the morning because Five’s fever is ridiculously high and he’s been tossing and turning and screaming every four minutes. Allison is terrified. This is worse than the shrapnel wound. The bullet wounds. Getting buried by heavy red bricks. Whatever else Five faced trying to help them, and she realizes she’s just been a horrible sister and just—cries over everything. How she acted, her siblings stuck without their powers, Five. When Five finally is allowed visitors, he’s exhausted, and groggy, and everything is a blur. He doesn’t seem to remember much past the age of thirteen, but there’s blurs and images and he doesn’t even stay conscious for long either.

It stays like this for a while; a long while, and Allison just gets to work recreating a bedroom for Five. He had been sleeping on the couch before. She draws Five’s old bedroom from memory and fills It with as much toys and posters and dumb things she can think of.

Five wakes up one day, still a bit out of it. He has brain damage, half of his memory has just collapsed in on itself. He sees Allison and just bursts into tears because she’s supposed to hate him. He doesn’t know why, he just knows. Allison doesn’t know when Five will gain his memories back, if he ever will, but she doesn’t mind reading him and Claire stories, or giving him yogurt like she used to, or listening to him talk about rocks. Sometimes he gets horrible headaches, worse than migraines, and he locks himself away from her telling her she’s awful, horrible, he must be remembering something she did, or something she let happen, whichever it was, Allison doesn’t deny his claims until he comes out of his room looking every bit of 58 years old that he has always claimed to be.

She says his name, just quietly, and he just collapses into her arms and calls her selfish, annoying, the most idiotic one out of his siblings. He cries in her arms anyway and sometimes, the cycle repeats, sometimes it doesn’t, Five’s memories jumble themselves around in his head and one winter morning, as snow begins to fall, Allison sees something extraordinary—or maybe, she just sees something she can’t quite understand what to feel towards.

Five whips his head towards her when she opens the back door and in a flash of bright, bright blue, he disappears, disappears and is suddenly right in her arms, hugging her tight enough to suffocate her, even if he’s not trying to. “Ally,” he sounds so quiet, nothing like the Five she knew, “Ally, Ally, Ally, A—”

The last time he had his powers, all of his siblings were dead.

Allison hugs him back, just as tight as he did her.

#the umbrella academy #five hargreeves the boy #five hargreeves #five hargreeves centric #alternate universe #allison hargreeves #ray chestnut #claire #tua headcanon #tua s4 speculation

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ieropski · 1 year

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once i had a dream i kissed gerard and i woke up . and then later i had another dream i kissed frank and i woke up . i guess my brain is collecting them

SFSDFSD wow. i went through my archive to count the number of mcr-related dreams ive had and i think its about four or five. idk how to express to all of you that this is extremely notable. actually i often tend to have dreams related to my real life or things i think about in my real life. so i suppose ive just been thinking REALLY hard about mcr for the last 7 months or so and maybe this was predictable. none like yours though FSDFF.

#collecting them also. i seem to have had 2 gerard-centric and 1 ray-centric. rest were general whole gang #1st gerard one is the one where he promised they'd play demo lovers at least twice this tour #WHICH ENDED UP BEING RIGHT ???? sep 20 and oct 11 #i just searched it up #ask

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greyfix · 1 year

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Weaving

Title: Weaving

Ship: Bakugou Katsuki / Kirishima Eijirou

Summary: Bakugou Katsuki holds braids close to his heart. It was something he did with his mother and considered it something truly intimate. Kirishima Eijirou’s hair is getting long.

Word Count: 1032

Requested By: n/a

Warnings/Tags: Fluff, LIght Angst, Reminiscing, Braids, and they were roomates, omg they were roomates, domestic, new relationship, soft bakugou katsuki, bakugou katsuki centric, kirishima eijirou is a ray of sunshine.

Author’s Note: Thank the bf for making me write, otherwise this would not exist.

Ao3, Tumblr

Katsuki has been watching Eijirou style his hair in his usual bold fashion for a long time. It’s been years, and he’s stuck with it as his signature style. It seems to be the only thing that has stayed consistent from their day’s at U.A. Nothing else was the same, and Katsuki loved that.

It’s super manly bro! Eijirou would say when Katsuki mentioned it. Katsuki wouldn’t change a thing about it.

Two weeks ago Katsuki and Eijirou fell into their relationship entirely by accident. They had been living together for two years after graduation due to the agencies they were sidekicks at being near each other. It was convenient, especially since they spent three years living in the U.A. dorms together, so there weren't any real surprises. They each knew how the other lived.

At one point their friends had joked about them dating unofficially, and it triggered some thoughts in the both of them. When they really thought about it they were, kinda, dating unofficially based on the way they acted and treated each other. They both harbored feelings for each other, though they were oblivious to it at the time.

Of course it was Katsuki that said something first, ever the blunt one. “Are we dating?”

Eijirou blushed and sputtered for a moment before speaking, “Do you want to be?”

“Yes.”

“Then we are!”

“So are you gonna kiss me or what?!” Katsuki growled.

Eijirou smiled happily and jumped at the opportunity.

Even though Eijirou’s hairstyle had stayed the same, the length of his hair had not. He had grown it out to the point where it was just past chin length. It fits in updo’s just right. Not too long, and not too short. There were no strands falling out. It was the perfect length.

All Katsuki wanted to do was run his fingers through it. Were the bright red locks as damaged as he thought they would be? So much bleach, box dye, and hair gel can’t be good for it.

One night, as they were hanging out in the bedroom, background noise on the tv, Eijirou asked a question.

“Will you braid my hair?”

Katsuki’s whole world came to an end. He was transported to some of the only good parts of his childhood.

He was sitting on the floor in front of the sofa in the living room of his childhood home. His mother was sitting behind you, a brush in her hand. His hair had been dampened so it hung to his shoulders from the weight of the liquid. There were hair ties, a comb, and hairspray lined up on the table in front of him. Katsuki melted at the feeling of the brush soothingly scraping against his scalp.

He stayed perfectly still as his mother created the part and sectioned off the hair. He didn’t move once as his mother weaved her hands through the strands. He obediently handed her hair ties when needed and shielded his face when she sprayed the hairspray.

He would stare at himself in the mirror afterwards, amazed at the unruly blonde locks finally tamed and tied down.

He thought about another time and the roles were reversed.

Katsuki now sat on the sofa while his mom kneeled in front of him facing the table with the supplies neatly laid upon them.

This time he was the one spraying down his mothers hair. He was the one brushing through. He was the one parting and sectioning the hair, and weaving the strands between his fingers.

He couldn’t stop smiling, this time.

These experiences he kept with him forever, even after his mother fell ill and died. Even when his father fell into depression at the loss of her. Katsuki still braided his hair, and remembered his mother.

“Katsuki?” He heard Eijirou's voice, and was jolted firmly into the present.

“Go wet your hair and bring me my brush and comb.”

Eijirou beamed.

There was no sofa this time, or table with neatly arranged supplies. This time it was his shared bed, with the man he loves sitting before him and the supplies scattered across the quilt.

This time the hair he brushed through was bright red instead of pale blonde. When he ran his fingers through it, he knew that somehow Eijirou managed to keep his hair healthy despite the heaps of product it endures every day.

Katsuki parts the hair in front of him perfectly down the middle. He carefully brushes the hair he’s not ready to braid yet into a pony tail, then twists it into a neat bun, tucking in all the loose hairs and flyaways.

He takes the first section and splits it into three, and crosses them over each other in the start of the braid. Taking up a new strand with each movement. He weaves the hair together into a tight, neat pleat and ties it off on the end before starting on the next one.

Katsuki and Eijirou sit there and work in a completely comfortable silence, only broken to ask for a hair tie, or for Eijirou to tilt his head a certain way for easier access.

Eijirou was completely content. His eyes lulled shut as he basked in the feeling of fingers through his hair. He loved knowing that he was going to get to keep something that Katsuki worked hard on. Something he knew meant alot to his boyfriend.

Katsuki thinks about his mother, and he thinks about Eijirou. He thinks about how things may have gone if they had the chance to meet. Mitsuki Bakugou is a hard woman to get along with, but if anyone could have managed it, it would have been Eijirou Kirishima.

The silence continued as Katsuki quickly weaved together the strands of the second braid. He was efficient in his work, and not one hair was out of place.

Katsuki put his hand up to shield Eijirou’s eyes as he sprayed the hairspray, and then held up a mirror so that Eijirou could see how the braids looked.

Looking at the beam on his boyfriend’s face all Katsuki could think was, I think my mom would have liked you.

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