#jeannies thoughts

[aphrodites-mirror]

when I was in school, it was so easy to motivate myself to do well on my exams because it was an easy way to get attention and validation, especially from my tc.

now that I am in university, none of my professors know me or care, I lost all my drive. I don't enjoy the subjects I used to anymore. there is no one to smile at me proudly when giving me back my assignments, no one to impress.

#guess school really made me develop a praise kink huh #vent #highkey missing my tc #med school do be kicking my ass #having my mouse moment #k #jeannies thoughts #tcc #teacher crush #tc #tc community #teacher crush community #unrequited crush #graduated

[txttletale]

hi! what's your take on other d20 systems, like paizo's pathfinder/starfinder? do you think they succeed in being a proper evolution of the d20 system, or are they held back by the same bloating and aimlessness 5e has?

hi! i don't like pathfinder but that's because i just don't care for the dungeon-crawler / high fantasy Thing that it's trying to do, nor for TTRPGs that are primarily about combat. in terms of achieving the goal of Doing That, i think pf2e is fantastically designed and has a lot of clever and elegant ideas. i've talked about how i have three levels of critiques of dnd, and pf2e solves basically everything on tiers ii and iii -- the tier i stuff just remains a dealbreaker for me

#ask #jeannie-youre-a-tragedy #never checked out starfinder but i mostly hear of it as just PF2E But In Space so i assume i'd have similar thoughts #ttrpg

[sga-owns-my-soul]

🖤 Excuse me! I would.love to hear more about Albertan Rodney if/when you are so inclined. Xxx

oh boy i am SO inclined buckle up bc i have some THOUGHTS about this!!

okay so i'm from alberta, born and raised, and i have literally been thinking about rodney being from alberta since the first time i watched tracker at like 11 years old. if you're not aware, alberta is a VERY redneck/conservative province, i refer to us as americas 51st state bc so many people here have a lot of Conservative Capitalist America Views. as one of the oil and gas capitals of the world, there is a lot of people who work on the oil rigs (everyone here (that i grew up with) calls them rig pigs, and i can 100% see rodney calling them that) especially in fort macmurray, which is located in the middle of the athabasca oil sands.

and like don't get me wrong there's a lot of great things about alberta but it's too cold in the winter and too hot in the summer and imagine you're a genius who's smarter than everyone around you by the time you're like 8 years old and you're just. Stuck There. stuck surrounded by people who think fossil fuels are the end all be all of power technology. surrounded by all these narrow minded people stuck in their ways and incapable of looking forward towards the future. he probably couldn't WAIT to get out of there the second he could, and i have no doubts he did

but i also think he gets, like, weirdly nostalgic for it? alberta is a fucking BEAUTIFUL province it's literally so fucking breathtaking and we have everything. we have mountains and forests and plains and grasslands and badlands, it's so fucking diverse and despite all its problems (so many problems), you can't help but look around sometimes and think "i am damn lucky to live here." i can just imagine rodney going to different planets and just taking a second bc whatever world they stepped onto looks /just like/ that provincial park he went to as a kid. or that picture of a mountain range he saw at school every day for 6 years. or some other vivid memory of where he grew up (it helps that they filmed in BC so it's not that much of a stretch to be like this literally looks like somewhere he's been before)

i also think there's a lot about being albertan that he hated as a kid but as an adult, specifically with his team, he's more inclined to miss. like obviously some things he shared the second he could (maple taffy was the first thing on his requisition list when they reconnected with earth and you cannot tell me otherwise. it's also what him and ronon first bonded over you can't tell me otherwise for that either) but certain things (like going to Edmonton or Calgary for Vacation bc that's where the Things To Do are, or maybe Banff or Jasper if you're feeling Touristy/Outdoorsy) that seemed so terrible for whatever reason as a kid seems... endearing almost? and especially when ronon and teyla start talking about athos or sateda, rodney just feels like he wants to share too, share this part of himself with his team that maybe he didn't always like but. it's part of who he is, it shaped him, and as awful as it was at the time maybe he wouldn't have pushed himself as hard as he did to get to where he is now. he worked and worked and worked to get as far away from that stupid town as possible and he literally went to another galaxy to get away from it and he ran right into the family he didn't think he would ever find (no that's not projection shut up)

wow okay this is getting long so i'll end it here but yeah i have Thoughts. about rodney mckay and how he definitely absolutely 100% grew up in alberta! thanks for the ask i hope this answer satisfies you

#actually tho thank u for this ask #it's so exciting when people actually wanna hear my thoughts on things #rodney being albertan has been something i consider as a Canon Confirmed Fact for forever #and as he's my Favourite Character Of All Time #i get kinda emotional sometimes thinking about it #when i was in grade 12 fort mac had horrible wildfires #and most of the area had to be evacuated #it was devastating #and sometimes i think about rodney hearing about that news #maybe jeannie mentions it in a message she sends #and he just kinda has to take a second #bc he was never really sentimental at all to his hometown #hasn't thought about it in years #but hearing that it all burnt down #his old house #his elementary school where he built a bomb #the place where he got his first job that was the first step of His Future #he gets kinda misty eyed #the team is like wtf are u okay #and he's like no yes no idk #and then they just reminisce with him about it #god i'm actually insane with this concept #anyways yeah that's my Albertan!Rodney thoughts #enjoy #rodney mckay #sga #stargate atlantis #alberta

[snailcubezz]

i cannot for the life of me draw ford to show the image i have in my head but Admire the Architecture is such a ford (and lucy) song to me .

gesturing vaguely at these lyrics Do You Get It

#🐠.txt #psychonauts #''shes only staying here cuz sylvia asked her to'' etc makes me think of. ford just kind of half-mindlessly fucking around camp post-deluge #esp the last ''while her personality pills like a worn out tshirt'' part . like the mind shattering Effects #also The Very Last Bit in the other image #''- but jeannie loves her and thats all that matters to her now'' ford making some fucked up decisions to protect her bc he still loved her #does this make sense . idk it makes more sense in the Lyric Art In My Brain but idk how to draw ford OR lucy i just have Thoughts about them

[ashtraysystem]

i can feel my brain searching for something to latch onto. like. personality wise. its. sucky.

#i dont know whats going on or why #i just know that theres shifting happening :( #im.. a little scared this time actually #bc i can feel it in a part of myself that i thought was solid #a part of me that i thought was constant #jeannie🍓 #cole🥾 #liam👾 #ash🍄 #i want to say its because i started watching the harley quinn series again?? #idk :( #vent #system vent

[jimmyandthegiraffes]

Absolutely weeping over a 60s tv show nobody else cares about

#I don’t know. there’s a lot to unpack #I just watched the one with the aviary #and I’m just rly emo abt jeannie/marty #they are both so fucking unhappy sometimes #I feel like sometimes it’s easy for the audience and for Jeff to forget that like #he’s dead. to Jeannie he’s dead!! #esp since in the last couple of eps Marty has been so serious and not in like. his usual panic-at-everything way #but in a way that to me suggests that he’s just. really unhappy #him being excited to show Jeff he can move a cup and then Jeff dismissing it #and I feel like it discourages Marty bc he ends up thinking yea whatever he’s right it is a stupid thing to be proud of #and then obvs Jeff is like okay now I’m gonna have ur wife flirt with some other guy like #nooo stop that’s the thing he’s SENSITIVE about lol #even tho I firmly believe that Jeff is right when he says that Jeannie should move on #I just don’t think it’s time yet #idk I should channel this energy into fanfic lol but I don’t have time rn #so I’m just. spilling thoughts everywhere #the fact that Jean is consistently SO vulnerable to manipulation when it comes to Marty #and the fact that Pete and her other friends either are oblivious to that or just don’t care #like in that fucking party where she’s sat on her own and she’s So fucking sad #and none of them go to see if she’s okay #and when she’s like hey I’d Really rather not do any kind of seance shit #they’re just like whatever come on don’t wimp out #like. they know of course they know. they KNOW she was bereaved recently #why don’t they listen to her when she expresses discomfort #like obviously it’s good for Marty that she goes along with it in the end #but they still shouldn’t be pressing her on something which is CLEARLY an upsetting subject for her #idek!! #anyway whatever #this is merely a FRACTION of my thoughts. I am thinking abt this show SO hard lol #randall and hopkirk deceased

[atargetedindividual101]

Help Stop V2K Slander

I am being harassed by V2k (voice to skull) by the people around me.. (mainly my Mary Cummins, Robin Jasinski, Nathan Sokol and Jeannie Dusetzina and the organized stalking gang) It is a way of hacking into someone's head and reading their mind & faking their thoughts. This allows them to force voices into each other’s head and my head through v2k, or voice to skull technology. It says the most perverted stuff. It fakes my thoughts and lies about things I haven’t done. V2k (voice to skull) is associated with organized stalking, which I am also a victim of.

This has been going on for over 8 years and no one will help me. In fact people seem to side with The organized stalking gang.

I need for people to stand up and say this isn't right! Demand answers as to who is doing this. I believe it is most definitely Mary Cummins, Jeannie dusetzina, Robin Jasinski and Nathan Sokol behind it,. Raising awareness will help a lot so please leave comments

#gang stalking #adult bullying #mobbing #organize stalking #human trafficking #v2k #voice to skull #victims #organized stalking #Jeannie dusetzina #mary cummins #fake thoughts

[mattyriddlesbitch]

hello! I recently got into fanfics again and youre such a talented writer 💗 i was hoping to get theo or/and mattheo w a Hufflepuff reader whose been acting really bratty so they put her in her place 👁👁 i hope its not too much for u n if u dont feel like it thats totally fine too! 🤞

Yes! I didn't specify the house, but I hope this works!

Attitude

Theodore Nott X F!Reader

Warnings: Orgasm denial, unprotect sex, creampie, cussing.

18+ Minors DNI!

You normally were so sweet. Never really had much of an attitude, or at least, if you did, it never lasted long. However, today, you were moody and short with people, especially to your sweet boyfriend Theodore. He was trying to figure out what you needed all day. Getting you food and sweets, trying to give you affection, trying to give you space, trying to make you laugh. None of it was working. He was losing his patience.

It was just before dinner when you decided to say another snarky thing to him while you were sitting with the boys. He snapped and dragged you over to the bathroom. You thought you were gonna get a lecture about talking to him disrespectfully in front of his friends. Instead, he had you bent over the sink, panties around your ankles while he fucked you from behind.

“You need to drop the attitude, cara mia.” He said, watching your face in the mirror. “I’ve been very patient with you today.”

“Just shut up and fuck me.” You moaned, gripping onto the sink.

Wrong choice of words because he pulled out and turned you around, gripping your waist tightly. “Is that how you talk to me?” His voice was low and stern.

“Can you please just fuck me, Theo.” You whined.

“What did I say about the attitude?” He warned, tilting his head down slightly.

“Drop it.” You said, huffing.

“Exactly.” He said, his tone a little softer. “So, how about we try that again?”

You rolled your eyes and before you could say anything, he grabbed your face with one hand.

“Without the attitude.”

You sighed, letting your body relax. “Can you please fuck me, Theo?”

“Much better.” He said with a small smile.

He lifted you up onto the sink and pulled your panties off your ankles as he stepped between your legs. He teased your entrance before thrusting in, making you both moan.

“Give me attitude again and I’ll stop, you understand?” He asked, taking your chin in his fingers to tilt your head to look up at him.

“Yes.” You nodded.

He started thrusting, holding onto your hips tightly. You held onto the sink as you tried staying still from his thrusts, moaning his name.

“You gotta be quiet. People will hear.” He warned.

You nodded, biting down on your lip to try to quiet your moans.

He smiled at your attempt and moved one hand to rub at your clit, causing your moans to get louder as you threw your head back. You brought a hand to your mouth, covering it to muffle the moans.

“Just needed to get fucked to lose that attitude, huh?” He teased, leaning in to kiss your neck.

You were so close, your pussy clenching around him as you cried out into your hand.

Then he stopped, ripping a whine from your throat.

“What?” You asked, moving your hand from your mouth as you tried moving your hips to get some of that feeling back.

“You didn’t think I’d let you cum that easily with that attitude?” He said with a smile as he leaned back to look at you.

You groaned, leaning your head back. “Please, Theo. I was so close.”

“Next time, I won’t be so nice, principessa.” He said before started to thrust again, rubbing at your clit.

You had to cover your mouth again, moaning loudly, eyes rolling back. Your orgasm was building up again almost as fast as it had left. You came around him with a cry of his name into your hand, trembling as he came too, spilling his cum into you. He pulled out and pulled your 

panties back up onto you.

“Gotta keep that in. Think of that every time you wanna act up again, hm?” He smiled before helping you off the sink.

Taglist:

@jeannie-beannie @yourenogoodforme @mixvchelle @helendeath

Let me know if you wanna be added!

#slytherin boys #slytherin boys x reader #slytherin boys smut #thedore nott x reader #theodore nott #theodore nott smut #theodore nott x reader smut

[delafiseaseses]

Y'know what I think makes Jeannie May Crawford stand out so much amongst Fallout villains? Not just the fact she's associated with Boone and one of the horrors he's dealt with, but because she's different than most other Fallout villains, big or small.

[I'm not gonna be going into the cut Ghoul bigotry in Come Fly With Me even though it supports me point, as that is, well, cut and therefore not-canonical actions. Though it is in-line with her other behaviour.]

I know why Jeannie May feels different to me. She's an advocate of Normality. What do I mean by that? Well, it's simple. Her motive for her Big Evil Action is pretty clearly the fact that Carla didn't like Novac and was overall an annoyance to her status quo. The perfection of her town. Her "little desert oasis". Jeannie May is basically the leader of Novac. She owns the Dino-Dee Lite and by extension the entire town. To her badmouthing Novac is badmouthing her and that is a crime she cannot stand. No punishment is too great. Carla and her unborn child deserve to suffer, in her mind. She knows what the Legion do to women, but she didn't care.

But it doesn't just stop there. That's the thing. She doesn't just hate people disliking Novac. Jeannie May also resents the idea of people not being very social as Alice McBride says this "Oh, we keep to ourselves, for the most part. Try not to pry. I think Jeannie May gets bothered that we aren't more sociable, but it's just our way. Ain't that we don't appreciate what she's done, managing this town like she has, but I worry she feels that way anyhow." the McBrides were probably not at risk of the Carla-treatment, but who knows what Crawford would've done to them if she got too upset at their lack of sociability.

Oh, also, the reason she kept the document that got her killed? 500 caps. That's it. In the Bill of Sale it says "Payment of an additional five hundred bottle caps will be due pending successful maturation of the fetus, the claim to which shall be guaranteed by possession of this document." considering Jeannie May is a landlord to so many people that sum has to be nothing to her. The entire 1500 caps was nothing. But she was confident, arrogant. Nobody would discover her actions. Boone's suspicions wouldn't go anywhere (and he'd never suspect her). It was her town and she was safe in it. Everyone was unable to see past her act (except No-Bark if you believe that one thing he says is an indication he knows something is off about her).

Of course, when you're so confident that you'll never be caught, the thought never enters your mind anyone will find out. The only thing that enters your mind is... a .308 round.

#fallout #new vegas #fallout new vegas #jeannie may crawford #novac

[vintagetvstars]

Barbara Eden Vs. Kathryn Leigh Scott

Propaganda

Barbara Eden - (I Dream of Jeannie, Harper Valley PTA, Sabrina the Teenage Witch) - so so so beautiful and bubbly as Jeannie! I can't help but smile when I see her smiling. Here's her looking super cute in IDOJ and here's some more pics (pics below the cut)

Kathryn Leigh Scott - (Dark Shadows) - literally so freaking beautiful. i met her last year and i was freaking shaking. first time i saw her was Dark Shadows ep. 250 with her in the wedding dress preparing to kill a vampire and I thought she was the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. i love her and all of her Dark Shadows characters <3

Master Poll List of the Hot Vintage TV Ladies Bracket

Additional propaganda below the cut

Barbara Eden:

Jeannie Takes Tony To Paris | I Dream Of Jeannie

Kathryn Leigh Scott:

#vintage tv stars poll #tv ladies 1 #barbara eden #kathryn leigh scott #Youtube

[chrollohearttags]

a little drabble on the aot men and their favorite kinks, quirks and positions during sex.

content warning: sexual content, fingering, lactation, spit kink, bulging, breeding, rough sex, hair pulling, backshots, squirting and a whole lot of other horny shit. stay off my page if you have to ask permission to go to the bathroom.

📝: I swear my most random thoughts come to me right before bed or at 5am. Never in any in between. This is based on absolutely nothing except my own filthy imagination so don’t come for me if you feel like it’s wrong.

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eren + hair pulling • so we know Mr. Jaeger is a NASTY ass man and he’ll do any and everything. But I think Eren’s filthy little pleasure is pulling on your hair. Yes, he knows that you don’t like it because it takes hoursss getting it done. But honestly, he really doesn’t give a fuck. Not when he’s hitting you from the back, making your ass bounce on him and he’s telling you to keep that arch. You’ll be face down on the mattress, whimpering about how good it feels and next thing you know, he’s snatching your head up, tilting your head back so he can look in your eyes. “Nah, baby. Look at me when I fuck you.” Making sure you could see every reaction and vice versa. He even likes to grab the top of your head, tug it down and make you both watch as it slides in and out while in missionary. If he fucks it up, pulls your lace or sweats it out, that’s fine. You’ll have a stack in your CashApp and a cute little note the next morning, apologizing for how rough he was. His favorite position is backshots. Mans loves having a fat ass swallow him up while he’s nursing a blunt. Bonus if he puts his thumb in your ass.

armin + tittyfucking • personally, I believe Armin’s is tittyfucking or just any sort of play with the breasts. He loves playing with your nipples, running his hands up your shirt at random times to squeeze them and especially when you’re riding him and he pulls them out of your bra to watch them bounce. But he loves more than anything to lay you down, let you stick them together and fuck up in between them. You thought it was a little weird at first but it felt good once you let him try it and he loses his mind every time (and his moans are so fucking cute omg). His favorite place to nut is on your face and titties. Always feeling bad that he’s made such a mess of you. “Sorry, let me help you get cleaned up.” But he also knows your favorite form of foreplay, which is fingering you while he flicks his tongue around your nipples. Sucking on them and whispering sweet words in your ear. He definitely dreams about getting you pregnant so he can see you lactate once. Favorite position though? Reverse cowgirl or just being ridden in general. Anywhere he can watch them bounce.

connie + throatfucking • now, for Mr. Springer..I think he enjoys himself some sloppy ass head. Both giving and receiving but he goes crazy when you suck him up. Watching you jerk him off, all the saliva you use and how nasty you get?…he can’t take it. (side note: he grabs your face and spits into your mouth while you’re doing it) letting you massage and squeeze on his balls, flick your tongue across his tip and especially when you take him to the base and nearly choke on his dick..he wants to marry you right then and there. Knowing how much you despise your hair being touched, he sandwiches your pretty face between his palms and thrusts up into your throat. Loving how nasty you get for him, even becoming whiny when doing so. “..you suck that shit so good, baby. Damn…” his favorite thing to do is to hang your head from the side of the bed and use your throat as a sleeve. For his favorite position though, imma have to say he loved him some collapsed backshots.

jean + bulging • ooh, now we all know Jeannie is packing (they don’t call him the horse for nuffin’ 😝) baby, that man is hung and he loves proving just how much. So much so, that his favorite part of sex is when he gets you flat on your back, legs up on his shoulders (or folded back) and he can watch you swallow every inch of his cock until it bulges in the pit of your stomach. Letting out a breathy “fuck..” as he slides in. And it only gets better when he starts to speed up and press near your bellybutton with those deep strokes. And even though he’s killing your shit, he can’t help but throw some praise in there to help comfort you. “You look so pretty with me inside you.” “Look how good you’re taking me, baby.” I think his favorite positions are side and missionary because he always wants to kiss you or see your face while he’s fucking you. He loves intimacy and soft moments.

reiner + breeding • y’all know this list would not be complete without baby father. Reiner has himself a nasty little breeding kink. Like this man will not come up off of you until he’s shooting blanks and stuffing you like a turkey. He’s sweet, nurturing and so loving up until it’s time to come and he gets downright desperate. Begging you to let him nut inside of it. And it’s not just one load..oh, he’s shooting the club up and emptying the clip. Pouring every drop of his warm seed inside of you until it spills out. Mashing your heads together, practically crying as he nears his climax. You claw up his back and wrap your legs around him. “F-fuck. Please..’gonna look so pretty with my baby..” and it’s so hot when he can no longer contain himself and just lets out the loudest cry ever along with all that cum. His is hands down the mating press or full Nelson. Anything where he can utilize that body weight.

#cherry’s fics 🍒 #cherry’s drabbles🍒 #aot x black reader #black fem reader #black reader #black fanfiction #black reader smut #eren x black fem!reader #eren x black reader #aot au #smut fanfiction #armin x black !fem reader #armin x black reader smut #armin artlert headcanons #armin x reader smut #armin headcanons #connie x black reader #connie springer x black reader #connie springer smut #connie springer headcanons #connie attack on titan #jean kirschtein x black reader #jean x black reader #jean kirschtein smut #jean kirschtien #jean kirschtein headcanons #jean smut #reiner x black fem reader #reiner smut #reiner braun headcanons

[training4theapocalypse]

a fine wee lass, a bonnie wee lass ch.1

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish x Fem Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ only

Word Count: 2k

Warnings / Tags: Smut, infidelity, size difference, references to previous underage romance (when they were both teens).

Summary: You're the bridesmaid at your brother’s wedding and his best man, John MacTavish is back in town. You just hope he doesn't remember when you last saw him, when you tried with all your might to stop him from joining the army.

A/N: I've not played COD since like 2012 but I keep seeing clips of Soap on TikTok and my wee Scottish heart just fancies the pants off him. This is inspired by a Scottish folk song called 'Bonnie Wee Jeannie McCall'. The dialogue is written in Scots - I hope you can follow along.

ALSO I just found out about @glitterypirateduck’s challenge by a happy accident the day after I wrote this and this fits nicely into:

Prompt 28: They don't need to know

Masterlist (there’s no other COD stuff here sorry)

Chapter 1: The first night I met her she was awfy, awfy shy

You pull your shawl around you as you stand outside the old castle. Rain lashes down across the sprawling Falkirk countryside while revellers laugh from the wedding inside. The music hasn’t started yet - you think that you’re safe to have a breather before you need to go inside for the first dance. 

You stand as close to the wall as you can, taking cover from the rain. Your pink satin shoes are getting soaked. Not that it matters. The shoes your brother’s new wife chose for her bridesmaids are so ugly it’s unlikely you’d have worn them again anyway. But she’ll be fuming when she sees the state of them.

The door to the castle opens behind you and you move over, dodging a puddle to let the newcomer seek the shelter of the castle wall too.

“Awryt, darlin?” asks a voice and you look up from the puddle at your feet to see John MacTavish, your brother’s best man, pulling out a packet of cigarettes from his jacket pocket. “I didnae think you smoked.”

“I don’t,” you say, putting your vape to your lips and raising your eyebrows once.

He pulls a sour face. “Them? They’re fulla chemicals and like, mercury, and that.”

“Oh aye? What’s in these? Vitamins?” you ask, flicking the pack of cigarettes in his hand with a forefinger. “You didnae smoke afore joinin’ the army.”

“Aye, well, I was sixteen when you last saw me. And you were, whit, twelve?”

“Fifteen, John.”

There’s only a year between you and your big brother, Tam. But the way he and John treated you, you’d have thought there was a decade between you. Acting like you were an annoying wee tag-along. You just wanted to be included from time to time.

But that was ten years ago. Last time you saw John, he was just a boy, and you, just a lass. But now he’s older, with a scar on his chin that’s only highlighted by his coarse, dark stubble. The scar cuts across the hair there like white lightning. He’s taller, and broader than when you last saw him and his hair is shaved much shorter and neater than the teenage John you remember.

“Aw, aye. I mind now. You and your pals had wangled your way intae the sixth-year leavers’ gaff. As usual.”

“Did I? Any excuse for a drink back then, I s’pose.”

“Aye, but I remember ‘cause I wis leavin’ in a few days for the army. And you were -” He cuts himself off suddenly.

“I was whit?” a smile cracks across your face, waiting to hear his description of how you looked that night. Beautiful? Stunning? Mesmerising? You see yourself as you had been - your hair perfectly straightened, your Oh Polly bandage dress hugging your form in all the right places. In your memory, you were the embodiment of a siren. You had dolled up that night to impress the older boys. Or, if you were honest, one particular older boy.

“Well, I mean,” he says putting a cigarette between his lips and flicking his lighter. The orange glow briefly illuminates his face, casting shadows that seem to momentarily harden his features, making you remember he’s no longer a boy of sixteen but a man of twenty-six. “You were absolutely gantin’ for it.”

Your mouth falls open and you hit his arm. 

Mortifying. 

“Whit? Fae you? Aye, right !” you say, sarcastically but your face flushes bright red, immediately giving you away. You might have been drunk but John MacTavish rejecting your drunken advances as a teenager was probably the defining moment of your formative years. 

As your words, brushing off his teasing, hang in the air, the jolt of embarrassment reminds you of a different party.

On that fateful night, ten years ago, the music was much louder. The floor was littered with empty cans and bottles and you’d ‘accidentally on purpose’ bumped into John in the hallway before pulling him into someone’s parents’ bedroom. You’d recklessly thrown your arms around him.

“Woah, woah, woah. What you daen?” he’d whispered in a panic.

“Please, Johnny,” you’d slurred drunkenly. “I dunno when I’ll see you again. Somethin’ tae remember me by.”

You had leaned in to kiss him but he turned his head. You were so drunk you didn’t care. You sucked on his neck, feeling that dark stubble under your sloppy tongue as your hand found his cock in his jeans.

But he’d stopped you in your tracks. Pinned your arms to the side. He was stronger than you, even as a teenager.

“Naw, look, I cannae,” he had said. And even though your eyes could barely focus on his, you could tell he was annoyed at you. But you didn’t care. You just wanted him so badly. 

“Aw, come on, John. Please? I’ll show you my tits,” you had said. “I’ll - I’ll go the full way. I’ll do anythin’. Just - just don’t leave, awryt?”

The sound of cheers from the reception hall cuts through your memory and snaps you back to your current, rainy surroundings.

“Aye, well, I was probably just dreamin’,” says present-day John. “It probably never happened.” 

It’s considerate of him, to pretend that it never happened.

But no matter how hard you try to pretend, there’s no denying that you made a fool of yourself, plain and simple. 

Sometimes late at night when you can’t sleep, the memory makes you cringe as you replay that embarrassing moment. You try and cut yourself some slack, remind yourself that you were just a desperate, heartbroken teenager who’d drunk half a bottle of vodka working up the courage to make the move she’d always thought about. Begging John not to join the army. Begging John to fuck her. 

He had declined both requests.

But that doesn’t matter because you’re a fully grown woman now. One that hasn’t spent more than a second thinking about John MacTavish coming home for her brother’s wedding. No, sir. Not one second. Definitely not.

You exhale a laugh like it’s a funny memory. “Maybe it did happen. I cannae really remember, I must have been steamin’ drunk,” you say. But you know what happened. He knows what happened. And he knows you know. 

John's response comes with a delay, his chuckle soft and tinged with a hint of meaningful self-deprecation, to try and frame some of the embarrassment back onto himself. “You must’ve been steamin' to have tried it on wae the likes of me. You were always far too good for me,” he laughs, but this time his smile doesn’t quite reach those bright blue eyes. 

There’s a long silence as you say nothing. With a deliberate motion, you bring the vape to your lips, inhaling deeply, the action grounding you back to the here and now as the artificial kiwi-passionfruit-guava fills your lungs with something that you know must be bad for them. As you exhale, your gaze drifts down to your soaked shoes, the pink satin darkened by the rain. They’ve changed beyond recognition.

“Woah,” he coughs his own puff of smoke. “Now just whit is that ?” asks John, his eyes clocking your left hand.

You tilt your hand subtly, letting the diamond catch the cloudy daylight. “Did Tam no mention it?” The words linger between you, almost casual. “I’m engaged, John.”

For a moment, John just stares at your hand, his face unreadable. Then, a low whistle escapes him, a mix of surprise and something unspoken. He glances up at you, his eyes searching yours for the answer to a question that he doesn’t voice. “Engaged, eh? Tam never said a word.” His gaze shifts away, a frown creasing his forehead. “Where’s the lucky man the night?”

“He’s offshore the now - he works on the rigs.”

“Christ, I’ll say,” says John, taking your hand and examining your ring. “He’d need tae be workin’ in oil for a big rock like this wan.”

Your hand feels small in his. His thick brows soften from a frown when he pulls his gaze up from your engagement ring to meet your eyes. His eyes are blue and full of a warmth that you wouldn’t expect from someone who, from Tam’s account, is a hardened soldier. 

Your heart thuds in your chest when you realise that he’s been holding your hand for too long. But you don’t retract it.

“Aww the best tae the happy couple, then,” he says softly. “I suppose Tam never telt me ‘cause he had a lot to be dealing wae his own wedding and that.” John lets go of your hand. “Dae you no miss your fella, wae him being offshore?”

“Four weeks on, two weeks off. I see him plenty… More than your missus sees you, I expect. How often d’you come home? Once or twice a year?”

“I’ve no got a missus so I don’t need tae worry about that.”

The raucous laughter from inside the wedding venue dies down suddenly. And you hear the master of ceremonies announcing the entrance of the bride and groom.

“Gads,” says John, stubbing out his half-finished cigarette. 

“If we miss the first dance, we’re fucked,” you say. “I’ll never hear the fuckin’ end of it.”

You try to carefully step over the puddle - John takes your arm and holds on to you so you don’t fall. He opens the oak door for you but as you’re about to pass, he grips you tighter, stopping your movement. 

“Listen, darlin’, there are some things that are just off-limits,” he says, his voice a low, gravelly whisper in your ear as he leans close. He smells like cigarettes - normally that smell would turn your stomach but there’s something sweet in his aftershave, like vanilla, that makes the tobacco smell musky and warm. 

“Meanin’?” You look up at him, confused.

“The last time I saw you,” he murmurs. “You were mad wae it. I couldnae, in good conscience, take you up on that offer when you were that drunk. And you’re my best pal’s wee sister tae boot. I couldnae dae that tae Tam.”

“John, that was - that was a long time ago. It was nothin’.”

“And now,” he continues. “Now you’re engaged. Which means you’re even more off-limits.”

Off-limits?  

He’s talking like you’re in that bedroom again, begging for his attention. Except you’re not. You’re not begging for John again. He’s just assuming that you’re about to.

That presumptuous bastard. 

“You’ve got some fuckin’ nerve, John MacTavish. Who are you tae try and let me down gently? It’s been ten years and I’m no even slightly interested in you anymore.”

“Naw, I know,” he says, refusing to match your volume or tone of indignation. “I’m just tellin’ you out loud why I won’t be trying it on with the most beautiful lassie in the room. And why I said no back then, as well.”

“Haul! You two!” You and John spring apart to see your tiny, furious wee auntie storming down the hallway. “You’re missing your brother’s first dance with his new wife and you’re both supposed to be on the dancefloor.” 

“We - we are?” you stammer.

“Aye, did you no hear the emcee telling the wedding party to join the bride and groom? That means bridesmaids and groomsmen, ya pair of glaikit idiots. Your maw’s fuckin’ ragin’”

And with that, John lets the door behind you swing shut and you both leg it past your auntie to the reception room, with you leaving wet footprints in your wake as you go. The music from the room swells into clarity as you burst through the doors and skid inelegantly onto the dancefloor. 

Your brother and his wife are too absorbed in their own happiness to have noticed your late entry and you breathe a sigh of relief. But it’s short-lived. You immediately stiffen again when John takes your waist and you realise that he’s your dance partner.

As the two of you begin swaying to the music, your mind races. You’re no longer that sad, rejected teenager, yet here, in John's reassuring grasp, you feel the ghost of her stirring. His gaze is careful, and guarded, but there's still that question in his eyes that he’s forbidden to ask.

And behind your own eyes, you can’t help the stream of curses going off inside your head. 

You curse your nerves for being the reason you got so drunk at that party. 

You curse John for being Tam’s best man.

But most of all, you curse yourself as you watch your left hand rest on John’s shoulder as you dance, the giant diamond ring glittering like a heavy disco ball. 

#scotland forever #soap x reader #john soap mactavish #task force 141 #smut #soap cod #soap mw2 #john mactavish x reader #burns night #cod fic #cod mw2 #cod fanfic #soapitup

[honeybleed]

hey babes!! first of all, I hope you’re having a good day 🫶🏾🤍 and thank you for always popping in my inbox with the BEST asks. I appreciate them sm. ik u mad at your husband right now but imma need me a lil sum for jeannie. Something real spicy and kinda drama filled cause I’m in a messy mood 🌚 I’ll leave the context up to you 🫶🏾

CHERRY YOU KILL MEEE 😭 COS TELL ME WHY I WAS JUST WAITING ON THIS FJSKSJSJ but anyways u already know, hope u having a good day too my sweets muah 🩵

content & warnings: female reader, black-coded reader, halloween (yes i know it’s november), jean & reader are seniors in college, exes, angst, alcohol consumption, jean an asshole at first sorry, toxic relationship since jean head of the sassy man apocalypse and tryna fight, lol dis lowkey selfship coded, no smut but suuuuper suggestive so mdni

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Jean sucks at the feelings talk.

That’s why when you were gonna head home for the summer break, you got a text saying you should see other people.

Violent thoughts overtook your brain as you dropped your box as you were packing to head back to your family’s place for the holidays.

And the snow globe he brought you shattered, glitter spilling across the wooden planks.

You were never the sort of person to chase after a man.

But being dogged out by somebody who was your first everything was probably the biggest blow you’d experienced in a while.

The entire summer was spent in your room, curtains shut as Radiohead droned on. Your parents and siblings were getting sick of you.

But bit by bit, you got there. Slowly rebuilding yourself. You weren’t completely whole again after Jean broke your heart.

You could say you glued yourself back together and put on a brave face when senior year began.

People talked — they always do. Seems like Jean had been having a whale of a time since he shot that stupid text. He’d got around, to say the least.

And you brushed it off.

That is until you were in the same vicinity as your asshole ex who couldn’t even give you the grace of breaking up with you face to face.

He was burning lasers into the back of your head as you weaved your way through the masses of crowds in the rowdy frat party.

They’re lame but you promised your friends you’d try since you were ghost all summer.

You were getting all kinds of stares and whistles. The bodysuit at the rushed attempt at Mileena was garnering attention, to say the least.

Greeting your friends, downing the gross alcohol juice concoction in the solo cup, you were actually enjoying yourself.

That is until he who shall not be named descended onto you like a bat out of hell, dragging you to the closet.

“Jean!” You hissed, ripping away from his grip on your wrist. “What the hell is your problem?!”

“Oh, I'm the one with the problem...?”

“Yeah! Stop giving me evils at every dude I dance with!”

“So you'd prefer to be kissing a few other schmucks?” He spat. He had a habit of clenching his jaw whenever he was mad and the nerve in his temple would throb.

“Maybe! I bet they wouldn’t dump me via text like YOU!” You barked at him. You were angry but you could already feel a lump in your throat.

That shut him up. You could practically see the humiliation washing over him.

“Well, I just couldn't deal with being stuck with your whiny bs every day, but I was too weak to just say it. So I broke up with you over text.” He fumed. “It was the biggest pussy move of my life. I should've just been honest right from the get-go, but I guess I was a coward. There. You happy now?”

He looked mortified. You blinked a few times, feeling your eyes sting.

“Oh God, please don’t cry, I never meant…” Jean stuttered as he put his hands on your shoulders. “No, don’t do this to me, baby…”

He paused. Freudian slip of the pet name.

“I…drove you away?”

This is so stupid. Cramped in a closet, crying. He hadn’t even told you why. He just told you he thought you should see other people.

“Listen, it was never about you, it was about us being wrong for each other. I just couldn't see it, but I guess I should've known. I was too selfish to notice how I was making you feel. I'm sorry, I've just been a complete jerk to you. I should have just told you sooner how I was feeling, but in the end it's no excuse for how I've treated you. You just didn't deserve any of it. You didn't do anything wrong, you didn't do anything wrong, okay?”

“Okay. But…we’re not together anymore. Why do care if I dance with other guys?!”

“It’s probably just some stupid male ego thing. I guess I just feel like if I'm not the centre of your life, then I've failed. It's my own insecurities coming back to haunt me.” He said lowly as he struggled to meet your eyes.

The explanation. It clicked. It made sense. Jean was a hothead who was always terrified of losing you. Despite your constant reassurance, he never believed you.

But as you slumped against the wall and clutched your head, all the heartbreak from the summer hitting you like a truck, the right answer just seemed so damn absurd.

He kneeled in front of you, cupping your cheeks.

“Don’t touch me.” You muttered despite you falling into his touch regardless.

“I'm sorry. God, I'm an idiot.” He sighed.

“No…I mean, yeah you’re an asshole for dumping me via text but I’m sorry I was driving you mad.” You groaned.

You knew you were a lot to deal with. You and Jean both jumped too fast into this relationship.

“You shouldn't be apologizing. You deserve someone better than me. Hell, I don't even know how you put up with me for so long.”

“Is that why? Is that why you dumped me, Jean?”

He smoothed the top of your head and kissed your forehead gently.

“Maybe. But there's more to it than that. I was too scared of being in a relationship, of committing. Being with you meant having an obligation, having to give you my time and attention. I just couldn't handle it. But if I'm being honest with myself, I know that was just an excuse. The truth is, I knew you were out of my league the moment I laid eyes on you. I knew I wasn't good enough for you.”

You felt anger overtake your senses as you balled up your fist and thumped his chest, hard.

“Ow! Hey! I'm telling you the truth, don't take it out on me! I never wanted to hurt you, ever! You deserved so much better than me.”

“That was not your call to make and you know it!” You cried out, furious at him.

“I know, I just couldn't see why. I was scared you'd leave me. So, I did what a selfish idiot would do, I left you first. I figured that I'd rip the band-aid so that I wouldn't have to feel so hurt when you walked out on me. So yeah, I know, I'm a complete jerk who threw away the most important person in his life.“

“You don’t get to say that bullshit. You don’t get to use that crappy excuse! You should’ve TOLD me how you felt! You asshole! You think anybody wants a text telling them to go see other people?!”

“Look, I said I was wrong Y/N! What the hell else do you want from me?!” Jean yelled. “What the hell do you see in me?”

You let out a pained noise as if the wind was almost knocked out of your chest.

“When you say shit like that, it breaks my heart!” You cried out.

“I'm sorry…I just think so little of myself. If I knew you could be happy with someone else, I couldn't be the selfish jackass who kept you tied down to the wreck of a man like me.”

“Can you stop saying bs like this? I love YOU, I wanna be with YOU! And I’m just me. I ain’t perfect.” You said, exasperatedly.

“No, but you're pretty damn close.” He said with a snort.

“Idiot.” You sighed as you leaned in to kiss him.

“Hurry the fuck UP IN THERE!” A voice yelled, banging on the door.

“Jesus!” You cried out, as your hand gripped your chest in shock.

“Oh, I think someone's just jealous he's missing out on all this.” Jean said with a cocky grin as he lifts you, presses you against the door and suck on your lower lip gently which makes you moan slightly.

“Ah fuck, they’re doing it!” A voice calls out.

“I’m not fucking you in a dingy closet.” Jean snickers as he leans to kiss your neck. “C’mon. Lemme take you home. Please?”

Those amber hues of his. You let out a sigh.

Did he deserve this? No. But did he have you wrapped around his finger? Absolutely. City girls down -500.

"Now...what in the hell are you supposed to be?" You questioned as the two of you headed out of the party, hand in hand.

"The Grim Reaper. Why, who do I look like?" He chuckled, arching a brow.

"Like...a guy in all black.." You snorted.

"That's not even a costume, dummy. Do you not see the scythe I have propped up against my shoulder? Now who are you supposed to be?"

"Guess." You said flatly as his eyes raked over the bodysuit and mask that you'd lowered to your chin.

"You're missing a key component." He scoffed.

"I just didn't wanna do the whole prosthetic jagged bloody teeth thing." You sighed. "Makeup is one thing. But prosthetics?"

"Well, the whole toothy thing would make it peak Halloween." He chuckled as he looked you up and down again. "I won't knock it though, you look good."

"Yeah...maybe next time you can be Johnny Cage." You grinned.

"Oh, don't tempt me with a good time. I bet you could pull off a mean Sonya Blade."

"You damn flirt.." You murmured as you shook your head. "That 613 will go on your card."

"Wouldn't have it any other way." He grinned as he kissed the top of your head. "You know I only had eyes on you in there."

"Explains why you dragged me into the closet to yell at me.."

"I didn't yell. I reprimanded you, and it was in private so no one heard."

"Cos you got mad at me dancing with another guy, huh? Gentle reminder, you're my ex. Ergo we have no business together."

"You're damn right I did, I don't want you dancing on some other schmo. And why were you doing it in the first place?"

"Cos I wanted to! And don't even play dumb you were having the time of your life with that chick."

"So? I wasn't grinding on her ass on the dance floor now was I? I was just talking. Jesus..."

"You probably would."

"I would not, goddamn it. And don't start again. Now that we're past that bullshit, how about that sleepover?"

"Sleepover? That's what we're calling it now?" You said with a wry laugh. "Promise you won't get disappointed when I bring out the chick flicks and nail polish instead of letting you fuck."

"Promise you won't be disappointed when we end up doing both." He grinned.

"Are you still rooming with Connie and Sasha?"

"Yup. I mean, we have separate bedrooms and all that of course. It's not like we're sleeping together. Why, you don't want me bunking with some other girl?” He asked.

"Oh please. You think I'm that jealous I'd be wary of Sasha of all people? She wouldn't touch you with a ten-foot barge pole."

"Touché. I'm an avid spokesperson against flatcest." He chuckled.

"Huh?"

"Baby, that's like one of the first rules of rooming. Sleeping with your flatmates always descends into disaster."

"Ah. I guess that makes sense." You responded. "Connie still a slob?"

"That man child? I'd be lying if I didn't say he's improved. Freshman year with his dirty boxers all over our floor nearly drove me to insanity." He said with a shudder as he reminisced.

"Have you drank?" You asked, curiously.

"A little... you?"

"A lot.." You responded. "Tasted disgusting though."

"Ah...that explains why you're so damn whiny. C'mere..." He said as he threw an arm around you, pulling you into his side.

"What else would you have gone as?"

"I thought a vampire. A little blood, a little bit of a vintage tux, some fangs, the usual stuff. But in the end, I figured I was hot enough to go as myself." He grinned. "What about you? What were you gonna be if you weren't Mileena?"

"Maybe Morticia Addams...so I could wear a 27-inch jet black buss down y'know.....grins. But I'd need my Gomez... and well...you're a giant.."

"Yeah, I'm too tall to be Gomez, you're right." He paused. "Here's an idea, what if you were Gomez and I were Morticia? I bet I can pull it off for you."

You blinked a few times at the absurdity of his suggestion.

"I could pull off the dress and makeup and all that stuff. Would you still go as Gomez if I promised I'd be Morticia?" He insisted causing you to throw your head back with laughter.

"What? I could totally do it. Look at this body, it practically screams Morticia Addams." He smiled as he flexed his muscles a few times. "I'll even wear the makeup. For you."

"I never would've thought you'd be interested in drag." You chortled.

"You think I don't have it in me to be a hot goth girl?" He teased, his voice dropped low. "And for you? I'd be interested in anything. So, you down?"

You couldn't turn him down. The glimmer in his eyes was making your heart race.

"Next Halloween. I'll be Gomez..." You said with a dazed smile.

"I'm holding you to that." He said with a satisfied grin.

"Did you just know we were gonna hook up?" You questioned as you followed after Jean into his bedroom. More annoyed at yourself than him, really.

He chuckled as he yanked off the cloak of his costume and hurled it over the armchair, revealing the black t-shirt and jeans he wore underneath.

"Yes." He said triumphantly. "I saw my gorgeous girl and I knew."

You sat on the edge of the bed. It'd only been a summer away, one season. But his body looked a bit different.

"Did you go somewhere hot?" You asked, referring to the tan.

"Yeah, went to Cali for two weeks." He said as he began to pull his shirt over his head, revealing his muscular physique. "You?"

"Oh, nothing much. Just wallowed in my room to OK Computer."

"Jesus fuckin' Christ." Jean said with a wince. "Y/N, I'm sorry."

"I love how the idea of me wallowing to Radiohead is emitting that level of disgust from you."

"Yeah. I fucked up, huh baby?" He sighed as he kneeled again, between your knees. "Will you let me make it up to you?" He murmured as he unzipped the bodysuit and kissed along your shoulders and neck.

You nodded as your eyes fluttered shut at the feather-light kisses on your bare skin.

"I need to hear you say something, baby." Jean said lowly as he cupped your face in his large hand.

"Please..." You sighed, goosebumps all over your skin.

"Please what? Use your words, huh?" He said, making your brows furrow.

"Stop being annoying." You snapped.

"Sorry, sorry. It's just funny to get under your skin." He chuckled as he got up. You moved back until you hit the headboard and he hovered over you, with a grin.

"I hope you don't mind me taking my time." He said softly as he stroked your cheek.

You ran your fingers through his hair as he kissed your neck before finding your lips with his mouth and pulling you in close. His fingers digging into the plump flesh of your skin. Afraid he'd lose you again.

Your tongues intertwined as you embraced in a long, deep, intimate kiss that made you both moan.

"You missed me, huh?" You teased, when the two of you laid in the sheets, out of breath.

"You have no idea, Y/N." He whispered as he kissed the spot underneath your ear. "Can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead." You mumbled.

"You said you didn't see anybody during our break up, so what did you do...when you had needs? Huh?"

You wanted to roll your eyes. This was definitely Jean's insecurity all over again.

"Why do you wanna hear me talk about touching myself so bad, you perv?" You scolded.

"I'm just curious!" He pouted.

"That don't work with your grown ass." You snapped as you pushed his face away.

"Baby, please."

"Fine. Yes."

"To what?"

"Jean, now you're taking the piss." You barked.

"Please, please..." He whined as he nuzzled the juncture between your neck and shoulder.

"Fine! To the videos you used to send me!"

"That's wrong and you know it." He told you off but he clearly was proud of himself.

"Whatever. We made too many weird videos anyway." You snorted at the memory.

"Maybe we should film more, huh?" He grinned.

"Dunno, baby." You said as you stroked his cheek. "What if they got leaked around campus, huh?"

"Then I'd find out who leaked them and break their legs with a tire iron." He said with a chuckle as he kissed underneath your jawline.

"I forgot how unhinged you are." You sighed with a giggle.

author’s note: city girls down -500 dedicated to one of my fave fics hehe but if u reached dis far ty for reading 💓

#jean kirstein x reader #jean kirstein angst #jean kirstein fluff #aot x reader #aot x black!reader #aot x black y/n #aot x female reader #⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ nara scribbles

[ashtraysystem]

someday. oh someday. 🖋

i cant believe how much i physically missed them. i want to do more for them🥃, but at the same time theres my own boundaries that i have and have to respect for myself and for my system. and i'm so glad that they respect that too.🍄

i think someday i'll be ready. because i think that is an experience i want to share with them, at least once. 🥾🥃

at least, the thought of it is nice. but with cupiosexual its very difficult to tell if its something i actually want vs something i just like the thought of. thats part of whats so difficult about being cupio, i genuinely cant tell. 🍓

I've gotten more comfortable with certain, more intimate things over time, and I'm very happy about that. 🥽

#cole🥾 #tommy🥃 #sylas🥽 #jeannie🍓 #ash🍄 #xavier🖋 #intimate thoughts #strawberries and cream #vent #system chatter #switchy

[lelelego]

Have you ever drawn Carla? I’m curious what your interpretation of Boones departed-wifey would be?

tbh i hadn't thought much about what she looks like, but now i did think about it and here's my thoughts :^D

i think she was pretty classically beautiful, given that even paggro ass stupid ass bitch ass jeannie may acknowledged she was pretty, and ranger andy calls her a knockout.

given that the only concrete thing we know about her is that boone and her met on the strip, my interpretation is that she was a common strip-goer/lived in the strip. a very charming and social woman, probably put a lot of care into her appearance (i have to imagine makeup of some kind exists in fallout) and from that, most likely loaded and/or had a lot of connections. a real socialite!

which would fit in well with the idea that novac made her unhappy (from ranger andy's dialogue). i mean, she probably had a great social life and many creature comforts in the strip, and she left that all behind for boone when manny talked him into moving to novac, a small countryside settlement with basically no amenities (the horror).

rip carla

#asks #anonymous #doodly thingy #fallout tag #rip carla............... and the family they tried to create together

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

Someone on a Discord group I'm in has been reading Animorphs for the first time, and they're bothered by the way Ax has trouble with walking/balancing on two legs, compared to how other complicated bodily stuff (e.g. flying as a bird) is always simple when paying attention to the body's instincts. From an out of universe point of view this is obviously to show that he's alien and has trouble fitting in with humans, but from an in-universe point of view it seems inconsistent with other morphing stuff. Sure, humans have to learn to walk, so it's not entirely instinctual, but birds also have to learn to fly (I think? I am very much not a biologist, maybe I'm wrong about that) and yet they can use instincts to fly reasonably well with no practice at all.

We ended up deciding that because he mixed four different bodies in the Frolis maneuver, his balance instincts expect him to be a different height than his body is, which I think is a cool idea even though it's certainly not Applegate's intent. But I'm curious if you have any thoughts on the issue?

So I actually don't think Ax struggling with human morph is at all inconsistent with the rest of the series. There are loads of times the kids struggle to perform actions that a real version of the animal would be able to perform effortlessly.

Marco takes a lot of trial-and-error before he determines how to make web as a spider (#10). He says he doesn't understand how it happened but that the resultant webbing is probably ugly as hell by spider standards.

Everyone nearly gets trapped in morph in #21 because the kids are terrible at orienting as fleas, to the point where it takes them half an hour to land on a dragonfly that's less than a foot away.

The first time a human morphs an andalite (#33), Tobias immediately gets his own tail blade stuck in a tree.

In MM1, Tobias notes the colossal stupidity of Marco and Ax being mice who walk directly across an open field; anyone who's ever released a mouse in the middle of an open lot will tell you that that's the best way to get it insta-killed by predators.

The kids' inability to use echolocation all that well is a major plot point in #4, #10, #17, MM2, and #27.

And then throw in the fact that humans themselves don't pick up bipedal forward motion that quickly. Babies take an entire year to go from sitting to rolling to creeping to crawling to "cruising" (using furniture for support) to standing. And even then, they're not called "toddlers" because their gait is particularly smooth or skillful. There are instances of feral children (Jeannie, Ramachandra) who didn't learn to walk at all with no one to teach them. Walking is natural for humans, but that doesn't mean it's automatic or effortless.

#animorphs #andalites #morphing #humans