#lets go merica

[zjpg]

surprise

summary you grew up super close to the sargeant family, so by nature, you and logan are practically siblings. this leads to you attending his races and meeting some of his friends. like oscar piastri... (smau)

pairing oscar piastri x american!vlogger!fem!reader

a/n loosely based off one of my dr's (i hope it doesn't come off as rushed 🫣)

[may]

yourusername posted!

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yourusername oh how i love being home. miami vlog coming soooon🏝 (logie -> p4🫶🏻) -> tagged: f1, logansargeant, alex_albon, williamsracing, f1mia, lilymhe

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logansargeant stop calling me logie. -> yourusername stop being named logan.

user1 i love their friendship -> user2 they grew up together right??? -> user1 yes, their moms are best friends since high school i think

user4 yn are you going to college? -> yourusername i'm taking online courses in journalism for right now 😁

lilymhe still upset we didn't get any good pics together😒 -> yourusername tell me about it😔

alex_albon your mum is so sweet, i see where you get it from -> logansargeant don't let them fool you, yn tried drowning me last summer. -> yourusername you called my dog ugly.

user5 miami is so pretty

oscarpiastri posted!

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oscarpiastri miami miami miami #P6 -> tagged: f1mia, mclaren

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user1 who are you hugging there oscar😉 -> user2 could be a fan or one of his sisters -> user3 were his sister there??? -> user2 idk maybe??

logansargeant merica -> oscarpiastri 🇺🇸🦅🤠

landonorris you did good🫡 -> oscarpiastri thanks mate! you too

user4 that looks like the top yn was wearing 🫣 -> user5 who's yn? -> user6 she's a travel vlogger and logans childhood best friend she's been to the last couple races so far this season -> user7 it wouldn't really be weird if it was yn, she's probably known oscar just as long as logan

f1mia we love to see the papaya 🧡

[june]

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yourusername barcelona treated me well... logan on the other hand... -> tagged: circuitdebcncat, logansargeant, f1, oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri i made it to the photo-dump😎 -> yourusername when are you gonna make it to podium?? -> user1 FOUL

logansargeant do you like hurting my feelings? -> yourusername you ate all my chips. -> landonorris you mean crisps?? -> yourusername no brits allowed.

user2 yn woke up and chose VIOLENCE -> lilymhe she's grumpy...

user3 so we're gonna ignore the last pic or.... -> user4 i was thinking the same cause whoooo toookkkk itttt

oscarpiastri just posted!

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oscarpiastri happy birthday to my girl -> tagged: yourusername

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yourusername thank you my love🧡 -> oscarpiastri 🫶🏻🧡

logansargeant i didn't think you were announcing today- -> oscarpiastri it's her birthday, i had to.

user1 I KNEW IT

landonorris what's up with you and americans mate? (you guys are cute) -> oscarpiastri look at her. -> user2 'look at her' SOBBING -> yourusername yeah same🥹

user3 this is the best thing i've seen all day.

user4 we're all stupid.

user5 the paddock is gonna be interesting, who is she gonna be there for??😭 -> oscarpiastri she'll be in papaya -> logansargeant over my dead body.

user6 how did no one see this 😭

yourusername just posted!

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yourusername SURPRISE! my boy got podium!!!!! i'm so proud of you!!!!! (best b-day ever🥲) #81 #P3 -> tagged: oscarpiastri, mclaren

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oscarpiastri i love you -> yourusername i love you more

logansargeant not celebrating my p4😒 -> yourusername get podium then we'll talk :)

user1 i love them so much already😭😭😭😭

user2 watching him run right to made my heart explode😭

user3 such a good race omg

landonorris yeehaw🤠 -> yourusername what did i say about brits. -> landonorris you let alex on here -> yourusername his gf is my bsf. -> landonorris YOUR BF IS MY BSF?!?! -> yourusername shhh

user4 lando and yn 😭😭

lilymhe you guys are so cute stoppp -> yourusername ily 🫶🏻

mclaren our favorite couple ;)

taglist: @formulola @sinofwriting @hs-is-loml @enhacolor @mrosales16

#oscar piastri #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri fanfic #f1 x oc #f1 imagines #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 #formula 1

[iocity]

ASL ‘Merica AU where Luffy LOVES to cuddle and spend time together with his family and friends (little guy is constantly and consistently as snug as a bug in a rug) and always hassles his brothers about it. Sitting down to watch a movie?? Luffy needs to sit in the middle for optimal warmth and comfort. Ace cooking dinner for them while they all chill in the kitchen? Luffy is constantly beside him, wrapped in a blanket, doing shit all but mooching off his warmth, bothering him about what he is cooking, and talking his and Sabo’s ear off (one of Ace’s favorite times of the day, has been caught secretly calling it ‘brotherly bonding time’). Sabo has a work from home day?? Luffy is ECSTATIC, setting up a pile of blankets and pulling out his nintendo switch and PROMISING to be quiet while his brother is clocks in (he fails and pouts when Sabo gives him “The Look”, still insisting that Sabo plays Mario Kart with him in the blanket fort during his hour lunch). He hasn’t seen Ace during the semester because he had to move for his mentorship?? Luffy is clinging onto him and asking to play video games or go outside and skate; Ace threatening to beat the shit out of his (and Sabo’s) ass(es) every five seconds while Sabo just points and laughs like a maniac (Ace doesn’t mind at all actually, he just can’t go easy on his little brothers). The ONLY motherfucker who can escape cuddling (if he is lucky) is Sabo, and that is SPECIFICALLY because sometimes he gets touch averse. Luffy tried to give Sabo a hug ONCE during one of these moods and got the most wide-eyed, fanged, angry “The Look” of all time, (Sabo felt like shit later and apologized while explaining the concept of touch aversion and boundaries, which Luffy did NOT understand but did respect) so now he tries to ask about Sabo’s mood before spending time with him or hugging him. The ASL brothers going home to visit Dadan?? Luffy is NOT letting her go for the next 15 minutes, and when he does he follows her around all day(he missed her) and tries to help around the house (he fails miserably and Ace ends up taking over telling him to go sit in time out with Sabo). Tl;dr Luffy is the cuddliest most quality time enjoying fucker around and I STAND on it.

tags :)) : @porschethemermaid

#asl trio #asl brothers #op ace #op sabo #op luffy #fire fist ace #revolutionary sabo #strawhat luffy #ace #sabo #luffy #aceposting #flame emperor sabo #saboposting #luffyposting #aslposting #ASLmerica AU iostyle

[asherxz]

PLEASE DO SOLDIER X READER 🙏🙏🙏🙏

GENERAL SOLLY DATING HEADCANONS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

FIRST REQUEST 💥

As its stated in my rules, if you dont specify gender or story form, i will assume its gn reader and HCs! Hope thats fine by you, anon! :)

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-LITERALLY acts like a stray dog. Barks at everybody, but shuts up when somebody shows him even the smallest bit of affection.

-Speaking of dog-like behaviors, I also believe he tends to follow you around like a lost dog.

-Very loud with the facts he has an S/O. Everybody knows that the two of you are dating, even if you don't want them to. I do think he would try and keep it a secret if you ask, but I can't promise it's a secret for long.

-Big on PDA! Loves hand holding and big hugs. Bone crushing hugs. Your back will let out a few cracks.

-If you're not American, he will refuse to believe so. Oh you're mexican? Not anymore. European? Nah, you just have a special accent. Oh, you speak another language other than English? Nah you weren't born with that language, you just learned it and is scaringly fluent with it.

-Speaking of speaking another language, he will make you translate what he says to that language. He could use hours with that. Be prepared.

-Will ask you at some point to get naked and covered in honey with him, its unavoidable. He will respect you if you say no, but he will be visibly disappointed. Don't worry though, he'll forget. If you accept though? Oooh boy, i hope you're ready for burn marks for when Soldier tries to rocket jump naked with you...

-Uses nicknames such as Cupcake, maggot and sometimes honey.

-I hope you're fine with raccoons, because you WILL have to help him care for his. Don't worry though! I'm sure none of them have rabies... I hope.

-Will take you out training with him, but lets you train in your own pace. Of course, if you ask him, he will help, he can just be a little rough with it sometimes.

-HE'S A SWEATY MAN. SWEATY, DIRTY AND STINKY, YOU CAN'T CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE.

-What i'm hinting at is; shower with him. Force him into that goddamn shower. Force him under that hot water and scrub him THOROUGHLY. He may resist at the start, but he'll eventually come to really enjoy it.

-He's not a big fan of having his helmet off, but that doesn't mean he never has it off. Just rarely. He does it much more often when you two are in private.

-He sleeps like a plank. He lays flat on his stomach, arms down by his side, and i hate to break it to you, but he snores. Loudly. Loud and proud cuz 'merica. Do cuddle into him though, he likes that.

-Overall, he would be a fine boyfriend! Maybe a little loud, rough and pushy at first, but after establishing some boundaries, you're all good to go!

I hope you enjoyed this anon! I rly wanted to write more, but i didn't want this to be too long... If you do want more, don't be afraid to ask for a part 2!

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 x reader #team fortress 2 x reader #soldier tf2 #tf2 soldier #tf2 soldier x reader #soldier x reader #x reader #headcanons #hcs #first post #requested #general dating headcanons #asherxz #anonymous

[maleyhae]

DO YOU THINK WE ARE SOULMATES IN EVERY UNIVERSE?

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem! Reader

Summary- You have being seeing this trend every where on tik tok, so you wanted to do it but on who? Your ex Simon Riley who you broken up with because of him always being gone.

Warning poorly written angst, out of character Ghost? Idk if I miss anything just let me know

A/N- I'm in my COD era so yay :D based of that 'do you think we are soulmates in every universe " angsty trend enjoy :)

YOUR POV:

You were scrolling on tik Tok when you saw this trend that's been all over your for you page, you wanted to try it out on your Ex-boyfriend. Simion Riley better known as Ghost. You and he had broken up due to the lack of communication. He was at Johnny or 'Soap' house. So you texted him.

TEXT MESSAGES BETWEEN YOU TWO

You: Hey sim I have a question

Simion: Go ahead and ask. And Sim?

You: Yeah sorry habit of mine

You: But, Do you think we are Soulmates in every universe?

read at 11:15 pm

You: Simon?

Simion Riley Pov:

I was hanging out with Johnny. Still not over my ex reader. Johnny is drunk out of his mind. Guess the Scot couldn't handle the alcohol like he claims. My phone vibrate who would be texting me at this hour?

NEW MESSAGE FROM [ ]

what did she want? I unlocked my phone and read her text

"Hey sim I have a question?"

Sim... Her old nickname for me when we dated. I texted back a

"Go ahead and ask. And Sim?"

She apologizes another bad habit she had always had then she asked her question. She asked if we were soulmates in every universe. We were hardly ones in this one why would she think that now? I left her on read while I got another bottle of the shitty beer he had at his house.

"If we are I hope I was brave enough in at least one of them to make you stay." I sent her and saw that she read it at 11:20 pm.

TEXTS BETWEEN YOU TWO (again)

Simon- If we are I hope I was brave enough in at least one of them to make you stay. How about you

You- I'm sorry Sim, I love you in every universe including this one, Just can't keep you with me in this one

Simon- I love you too my love, Just can't be brave enough for you.

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GUESS WHO'S BACK MY POOKIES WOOKIES

Upcoming fics

Ghost face bill

Stu x reader

Philip graves x Male! Reader

Also if my shit randomly goes to Pierre it's because I changed my name :3 so RAHHHH MERICA 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🦅🦅🔥🔥🔥🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

#maleyhaeranttime #maleyhae fanfictions #cod mw2 #cod x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #angst #no happy ending #ghost x reader angst

[the2ight2eer]

Alledia, in this version, is split up into 7 countries:

Windsor

Coco

Lufen

Nautilus

Frontera

Kanalis

Gulfeńn (which is split into more regions, or provinces)

(I will draw a better quality map someday 😔)

I made the map a little less of one big supercontinent, and I thought that making this world feel a little bigger would help make this story feel more vast without needing to leave the planet (I am never forgiving Kazu for that goofy ending in book 7, it literally came out of nowhere)

I will update this map later (I’m going to move the mountain range in Gulfeńn to the coast, so that geographically it makes a little sense as to why that whole area is an arid desert, and extend the mountain range up up north a bit)

During the war all the western countries are known as the Common Alliance (or at least, it will be if I don’t think of a less cheesy name). The best way to think about these countries is this:

(The flags are a bit ugly, but I tried my best 😭)

Windsor:

NOT occupied by Gulfeńn yet

the superpower of the CA

It’s really cold up there

Like… wet and cold

This place is just 1940’s England

Their national animal is the whale

I imagine Windsorian cities looking like Dunwall from Dishonored

Coco:

I haven’t come up with much other than it’s a small nation with not that much to offer in the way of trade, and was actually going through negotiations to become a part of Lufen before the war

Not occupied by Gulfeńn

Nautilus:

They are only partially occupied by Gulfeńn

The “front line” country

A lot of citizens have been displaced from here

This country (in my head at least) reminds me a little of Ireland

Frontera:

Completely occupied by Gulfeńn

A lot of elves actually live here

Human-Elf relations here is a lot more chill than in… say Windsor

Kanalis:

Also completely occupied by Gulfeńn

Basically if Chicago was a country

I always read Enzo and Rico’s lines in a Chicagoan accent, because they have Italian names 🤷‍♂️

Lufen:

‘MERICA RAAAHHHH 🦅🦅🦅

Idk, I have it in my head that this is cowboy country

This place is a lot looser than The boarder countries or Windsor

It’s a bunch of farmland broken up by forest, plains, and towns (kinda like where I live)

These guys are technically neutral, but have been sending supplies to Windsor

I will have a separate post for Gulfeńn (and why I am spelling it like that), but for now I want to focus on the human countries.

You might be wondering… how exactly did humans end up on Alledia anyways? Well my friend, I have a surprisingly simple answer for you!

I don’t fully know :/

I’d like to think they stumbled across the “Gate” (or portal thingy that Emily stumbled into) at some point hundreds of years ago, and adapted accordingly… but that leaves a couple of plot holes (how did that many people fit through the Gate? How did people of that many different cultures come all at once?) so let’s just not think about that for now 😅

The time period in which this will be set is more so in the 1930’s-1940’s. Because this is fantasy, we don’t have to be exact, and we can be a bit more flexible with “historical accuracy” or whatever.

I feel like a war oriented story such as this would benefit more from a Dieselpunk aesthetic. That way we have a bit of the modern age to work with, in terms of technology, and a thematic framework for the story right off the bat.

Here is an example of Dieselpunk! This piece is called Gray Monster by Jakub Rozalski:

I think mechs, blimps, and wartime would work perfectly with this genre of punk

final quick note, in my version of this story there are a couple different powers at play: The Common Alliance (bad-ish guys), The Resistance (okay guys), Gulfeńn (bad-ish guys), Ceilis (meh guys), and the Luna Moth Crew (good guys!)

Remember, this is an ongoing WAR. It is NOT a good time to live in Alledia, and the world should feel as such. With that being said, this is not going to be a “gritty” depressing story. I still want to capture the magic that the early books had. We can still have some fun with it!

Let me know what you think and if I should change anything :D

#amulet series #amulet comic #Cam’sAmuletRewrite #kazu kibuishi #duuuudeeeee this took me so long to get the formatting to work 😭 #Tumblr ATE like half my paragraphs #anywho… I am super stoked to share my thoughts on elven culture #’cause that’s kinda what started all this #and then after that I will show y’all my redesigns! Which I am also super stoked about

[mad4turtles]

Hi 🙂 Loved your work over on Ao3, so I thought I'd shoot my shot at a rottmnt fic request!I had an idea for a prompt that has a premise like

• Takes place in the future timeline.

• I hc that CJ probably had at least ONE super rebellious moment in his younger years. I mean he's a child raised by both Cassandra Jones and the Hamatos 😂

• Casey Jr is still young enough that he's not allowed on missions

I can imagine CJ really pushing to start going on missions after witnessing the aftermath of one gone very bad. He just wants to be more useful & be able to protect his family like they always protect him and aid the Resistance. Casey and Leo probably get into it on the topic of Casey going on missions cause Leo is both his sensei AND one of his primary parental figures. CJ wants, Leo definitely does not want.

CJ sneaks out anyway to prove a point & scares the crap out of the fam. CJ runs into some trouble, maybe gets only mildly hurt, but scared & definitely learned an important lesson. Leo and the squad pull up ready to annihilate x5 cause their kid is the thing that's in danger. Some much needed, healthy heart to heart between Leo and CJ after everyone is safe and any wounds are treated. Cause their bond has me in a chokehold 🥹

Thank you for offering up request! Super awesome if this prompt is do-able for you!

... anon. my friend, my good pal. Do you know what you have done to me?

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR AN EXCUSE TO LION KING THE HELL OUT OF THESE TURTLES AND YOU HAVE GRANTED MY WISH. I salute you!

This is a two-parter because I got 9 pages in and really didn't want to rush this. I was having far too much fun!

Enjoy Part 1 XD

(EDIT: PART 2 IS HERE)

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brave when i have to be

“Absolutely not.”

And really, Casey should have expected it. Even so, his jaw drops. “What?! Why?!”

Master Hamato Leonardo, leader of the only Resistance faction in the remains of Merica, and Casey's godfather, plants his hands on his hips and sighs. “We've been over this a thousand times, CJ—”

“But sensei,” Casey interrupts, stepping forward and clutching Uncle Tello's chainsaw hockey stick tight to his chest, “I can help! I'm not as strong as you, but I can still hold my own! I can scout, carry supplies back to base, or—or anything besides sitting around down here doing nothing while everyone else—!”

“I sincerely hope you're not just 'sitting around down here doing nothing' when there is plenty of training you could be doing and studying you can be catching up on,” Uncle Leo—no, Sensei right now—shoots back with an arched brow, frowning. At Casey's silent squirming, he leans forward with narrowed eyes that the boy avoids. "Don't think I haven't noticed. I got word from your dear Uncle Tello that your most recent test scores were, ah, disappointing.”

“Snitch,” Casey whines, scowling at the floor. 

Sensei leans back with another sigh, massaging his wrinkled brow with his prosthetic hand. Casey tries not to stare and fails. 

“Look, bud,” Sensei says, “Your heart is in the right place. You want to help, prove yourself and all that jazz, and you've come a long way. I mean that. But you're still young. Hell, even I wasn't going out fighting bad guys when I was your age; I was hot-wiring cars with Don for joyrides, vandalizing corporate office buildings—shitty teenage boy stuff that we thought was cool. Right now, that's all I want from you; to be safe down here, doing shitty teenage boy stuff while you still can. And keeping up with your training and studies, too, that's kinda important.”

Casey rolls his eyes. “Kinda hard to do that stuck down here, but whatever...” he mutters.

 Sensei's eye twitches. “Okay, I know I just said you should be a shitty teen, but that attitude right now is no bueno, niñito.”

“I'm not a little boy anymore, Sensei!” Casey cries. “I can take care of myself! I can fight, just like you! This is what you trained me for, isn't it?! To fight the Krang and save our world! I can help, why won't you let me—?!”

“Because you're not ready, dammit!” Sensei snaps, and Casey almost jumps. The slider lets out another breath, muttering what sounds like a prayer for patience. “You're not ready, Case. The Krang are stronger than all of us—I can barely stand to send your uncles and aunt up there, you think I wanna drag you along and watch you get—”

“I'm not weak, Sensei!”

“I'm not saying that, don't put words into my mouth—”

“Well, you're sure implying it!”

“Again, you can knock off that attitude—jeez, I sound like my Dad—”

“I'm not a baby, Sensei!” Casey stomps his foot. Yes, it's childish, but damn it, his Sensei won't listen. “You can't shelter me from everything!”

“You're really gonna make me say it. You're really gonna make me pull that card, aren't you.”

Casey bristles, his chest hot. “Don't—“

“Your mother left me with a responsibility to look after you, kid,” Sensei cuts in like a knife, prodding a metal finger in Casey's chest where his mother's mask is tucked against his shirt. “I promised her that I'd watch over you if the worst ever happened. And guess what, it did. And if you think for a second that I'm gonna break that promise over your stupid-ass death wish—!”

Eyes stinging and hot, Casey slaps the metal hand away and screams, “To hell what you think, you're not my father!”

Silence. 

Casey hears a leaky pipe dripping, his own thundering heartbeat. He looks up. His Sensei's face is slack with shock—and a hint of hurt—as he stares at Casey. For what feels like forever, they just stare at each other.

Casey wants to take it back—he needs to take it back because none of that was even remotely true or fair. It was mean, and Casey Jones Jr is a lot of things but he's not mean. That's not how he was raised, in part by the very turtle standing before him. He has to take it back.

But while Casey isn't mean, he is every inch his mother in her stubbornness, so he locks his jaw.

Sensei's expression goes blank. The slider takes a step back, drawing a deep breath that's barely steady, shoulders squared and shit. Casey should've taken it back. 

“... You're right,” Sensei says, his voice hard and cold. “You're right. I'm not your father. But I am your teacher and your superior officer, and as long as you're living under my layer of earth and metal, you'll obey my rules. You can start by reporting to the mess hall to cover Dan on dish duty, then you can take yourself straight to your quarters for the rest of the evening. Tee-ell-dee-arr, this discussion is over, and your ass is grounded.”

Casey chokes. “W-What?!”

"Uh-huh. For a month."

"What?!"

“You heard me. Think of this as your punishment for your insubordination and disrespect.”

“Kutabare.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You can't just—!”

“Keep it up and see what happens, I am being so serious right now.”

Casey meets his Sensei glare for glare. Ultimately, stubbornness aside, Casey relents first, scowling at the floor. “... Yessir,” he bites out.

Sensei nods curtly. “Good. Dismissed.” 

Casey turns on his heel and storms out of Sensei's room, hissing under his breath the whole way to the mess hall. 

(He doesn't hear his Sensei's hitched sigh or see the trembling hand that covers his face as he sits heavily on the bed.)

~0o0~

It's a stupid, stupid idea. 

But his Sensei always told him to trust his gut and follow his heart—it's his greatest strength—and Casey's heart is screaming at him to help. 

This isn't for him—not entirely. It's for everyone who comes home beaten and bloody, hope crumbling with every defeat. It's for the ones who never come back—for his Mom and Uncle Raph, who loved him, all of them, enough to stay behind and die with a war cry and a smile. It's for his Sensei, still recovering from losing his arm.

I'm doing this for them, he thinks as he slips his mask on, putting all his training to use as he sticks to the shadows, creeping along the edge of the crowd of foragers before slipping into an empty crate. His heart pounds in his ribcage, ears ringing as he feels the crate start to move, mechanical wheels squeaking as the squad move out through the tunnels. 

I'm not weak. I'm not defenceless. I can do this. I can help.

~0o0~

Casey doesn't go to the surface often. Uncle Tello used to bring him up to try and find the stars when the pollution wasn't as dense, lifting him and pointing out the constellations they could see from their hiding spot. Master Michelangelo brought him once to fly him over the ruins of New York, and show him what had once been a bustling city full of people; Casey still can't wrap his head around that many people existing in one space without a care.

But that was years ago.

Casey can still find his way back to base. He has the evacuation routes memorized down to the last detail, and Master Michelangelo had left mystic markings to lead lost ones back home, near invisible unless you knew what to look for—

“Or if you're family,” he'd said with a grin and wink. “Then you won't just see it. You'll feel it. The pull of home.”

Now, as Casey wanders the wasteland of what used to be Lower Manhattan, he wishes he could feel that pull. Leaving the foraging troop to scout ahead for danger was not one of his better ideas. Especially when they didn't know you had tagged along, and they move on without you. 

If I don't die out here, I'm dead when I get back, Casey thinks as he crouches behind the wreckage of a vehicle buried in the ruins, trying not to panic and mostly failing.

Sensei had lost his arm in their most recent mission. He'd barely made it back alive, Commander O'Neil dragging him on her back, ragged, burnt and losing blood fast. They were among the seven survivors from the raid that had left with seventeen. 

It was close. They'd had a replacement ready in time, but it was. Too. Close. 

Casey had already lost his mom. He can barely remember her voice now. He can't lose Uncle Leo. He can't lose anyone else because he can't protect them. He can't. He won't. 

Still, he thinks as he curls up into a ball to fight the chill sweeping across the landscape, you probably should've listened.

“What do we have here?”

Casey's heart skips. 

Shit.

Instinct saves him as he rolls out of the way right as the robotic claws of a Krang suit obliterate his shelter. 

The dust clears, revealing the glowing, delighted eyes of the creature piloting the mech suit looming over him. Jagged teeth flash in the red glare of the mech's singular eye as the Krang grins down at the boy trembling at its feet.

Casey gapes behind his mask. He'd gone out looking for trouble, and it finds him in the form of—

“Krang Subprime!”

Subprime cackles. “That's right! I see that my reputation precedes me. About damn time, too!”

Casey's heard enough stories and reports to know how dangerous Subprime is. Responsible for leading the charge that had wiped out Asia and melted the icecaps, he's Krang Prime's right hand for a reason. 

He'd gotten the drop on the raid team in the last mission. He'd taken Uncle Leo's arm. And now he's found Casey. Alone. 

Casey can't beat him. He'll die out here, and no one will know until it's too late.

You should've listened.

But Subprime has a weakness. A glaring one that most Krang don't seem to have. All Casey needs to do is exploit it, buy himself some time. He won't win, but he'll live. And get this asshole back for nearly killing his Uncle. Maybe. Hopefully.

Spirits, please let this work.

“Not really,” he says, surprised when his voice doesn't shake like the rest of him. “Everyone thinks you're freaking annoying, nothing compared to Prime. My Uncle says your all bark, no balls.”

Subprime's eyes pop open wide, mouth gaping like a fish. Casey considers laughing.

(His one weakness: his ego is fragile as hell.)

“You—You little shit!” he squawks, stomping closer and leaning down until he's face to wrinkled, pink face with Casey, eyes blazing. Casey holds his position, gripping his weapon tight in one hand, holding his breath against the stink of Krang flesh and dripping saliva. 

“I should vaporize your sorry butt right freaking here, you disrespectful waste of flesh! Sure, Prime may be our leader, but I'm the tactical mastermind, y'hear me! I'm the reason we've come this far in taking over this planet! I'm the brains in the outfit—!”

“Literally though,” Casey grins, shifting ever so slightly on his back. Rocks and metal dig into his back, and he does his best to ignore it. He has never been this close to a living Krang, and he's scared shitless, but he can't falter. He can still get away. He can still live. “I mean, You are a giant brain thing in a mech suit, so...”

“Shut up! You talk more than that dumb blue turtle with the fancy sword.” Then Subprime grins, slow and vicious. “Speaking of which, how is he? Last I saw, he was bleedin' out pretty bad after I bit his arm off. Never heard him scream like that. It was music to my ears.” He licks his lips. “His blood tasted delightful.”

Casey wants to be sick. He wants to kill this disgusting son of a bitch more than he's ever wanted anything in his life. 

Keep your cool, Case, Sensei's voice echoes in his ears. Anger is a dangerous ally when it's not focused. Sharpen it. Give it form. 

Casey breathes in. 

“Aw, got nothin' to say, pipsqueak?” Subprime chuckles, slamming a metal hand beside Casey's head, caging him in. “Now, you've got two options. You can spend the rest of your worthless life in our labour camp, or go ahead and make your last request. If nothing else, it'll be entertaining. I do enjoy the way you humans beg for mercy.”

Casey breathes out. 

“In that case, I have one request if you would kindly grant it,” he says softly. 

Subprime chortles and leans in, jagged teeth dripping. “I'm all ears.” 

“Could you scream in agony like a little girl bleeding from the face?”

Subprime blinks. “Could I what—?”

Casey thrusts his roaring chainsaw into Subprime's left eye. 

Subprime screeches and rears back, metal hand cradling his bleeding face. “YOU—YOU SON OF A—!”

Casey is already running, leaping over and ducking under debris and wreckages from a time long gone. 

For my Sensei, you dusty bitch!

He can hear Subprime giving chase, moving faster than anything Casey can hope to outpace. But he has size on his side, and he squeezes through tight gaps between collapsed buildings and pipework, crawling through a gaping fissure in the ground leading to the sewer system. Far too big and down an eye, Subprime struggles to catch up, bellowing and hissing after Casey as he brute forces his way through the rubble and vines, claws just catching the frayed hem of Casey's cape.

“Shit—!” Casey stumbles, careening into a wall slick with Krang slime and—a familiar smell that Casey doesn't want to think about too much as he bolts down through the tunnel, feet and heart pounding. He'd thought—hoped—blinding the bastard would've slowed him down. 

“Wretched brat! I'll tear you limb from limb, you insignificant—!”

“Can't catch me, bitch!” Casey screams back, scrambling up a rusty ladder that leads back to the surface. Adrenaline pumps through him like electricity, and he all but punches the sewer grate, barely feeling the pain in his busted knuckles, crawling out into the open. 

He remembers this street; it leads to the Hudson Cross—from there, he can find Uncle Mikey's runes. He can get home—

“Gotcha!”

Cold, solid metal slams Casey into the asphalt, pinning him face down. His hockey stick flies from his grip, skidding out of reach. The breath leaves him in a painful rush, he can't even cry out as one claw pierces his shoulder. Warmth pools under his shirt and drips onto the concrete, sticky and wet.

No.

“Heh... hehe,” Subprime's wheezing laughter over Casey's head feels like a blade against his neck, honed, ready and aching to swing. “Thought you could get away, did ya?”

No, please. 

He can't help it. Casey sniffles, tears leaking through his eyelids as he squeezes them shut.

I was so close.

“Awww, what's this? Tears? Gimme a Krangin' break!” Subprime presses harder. Casey chokes on a sob as his bones creak in protest. “What's next, you gonna call mommy and daddy to come save you from the big, mean old Krang-y? Ha! Should'a thought of that before ya blinded me, you freakin' pest!”

Help. Somebody, please, Sensei—

“Forget the labour camp.” Subprime tightens his grip and lifts Casey's limp, bleeding body off the ground. “I'm gonna enjoy smashing you to a bloody pulp instead!”

Help me, please! Da—

“Put. Him. Down.”

Casey's eyes snap open.

Subprime's grin falls. “Huh—?”

A flash of green, and a blade slices Subprime's arm from his shoulder. 

Casey's falling for half a heartbeat before two strong arms pluck him from the air. His stomach swoops as he scrambles for purchase on—he squints—Uncle Tello's shoulders as they zip across the street on the propellers of Tello's battle shell. “Oh my god!” he cries.

“Not quite,” Uncle Tello quips as he skids across the broken street and sticks the landing. His purple visor flickers to life across his eyes, analysing Casey's from head to toe. He doesn't put him down. “Are you alright?”

Casey's knuckles are broken on his right hand. His shoulder and nose are still oozing blood, and his body feels like one giant bruise from that chokeslam into the ground. He can hear Sensei and Commander O'Neil holding an enraged Subprime back behind them, and his heart feels ready to leave his body with how hard it's beating. Other than that—

“I-I'm okay,” he stammers. He sniffs, swiping his unbroken hand under his nose. “I'm—I'm okay.”

Uncle Tello doesn't look convinced. “Can you stand?” he asks anyway. Casey nods, and Uncle Tello sets him down carefully. He keeps one strong arm draped around Casey's shoulders, bringing the other up to speak into his vambrace, his tone clipped and urgent. “Nardo, April, I've got him. A little banged up, but nothing serious. I've also got a pack of Krang Hounds incoming from the south, ETA two minutes. Sister is with them and seems to be in a good mood. Much as I want to carve the innards out of Subpar here, we gotta book it.”

Casey gulps. Subprime is one thing, but he never wants to meet the Sister. 

He looks over his shoulder—and chokes when he sees Master Leonardo standing on top of Subprime's fallen mech, sword poised over his bloody eye. He can't see the slider's face, but his voice carries across the empty street, cold and dark and nothing at all like the man he knows—

“Don't. Touch. My boy.”

And then he carves Subprime's eyeball out of the socket, tossing it across the street. 

Subprime wails in agony, thrashing on the ground and narrowly missing Commander O'Neil as she slides neatly under his flailing leg, nabbing Casey's weapon as she sprints over to them, Master Leonardo not far behind. 

“Get going!” she shouts. 

Casey doesn't need telling twice and runs like a bat out of hell, not daring to look back. Uncle Tello, who can run (or fly) rings around Casey any day, sticks close to his side. Commander O'Neil draws up on his right, leaving his Master at the rear, boxing Casey in.

“How're we gonna get back to base before they get here?!” he cries. He can hear the barking and howling already, getting louder, closer.

His aunt grins. “Same way we got here so fast!”

Ahead, golden light explodes like a star against the twilight, leaving a mystic ring of blessed orange in its wake. 

Master Michelangelo hovers above it, winking. “All aboard the Mikey Express, leaving now!”

“Impeccable timing, little brother!” Uncle Tello crows. Casey wants to cry. 

They all leap through the mystic portal right as the first Hound rounds the corner of a building. Michelangelo zips through last and shuts it with a swipe of his hands, plunging them into darkness and silence save for their panting.

They're back in the tunnels. They're home.

Casey drops his head with a shuddering breath, leaning back into Michelangelo's steadying hands on his shoulders. It stings, but it's grounding. He can breathe. It's over.

Then he lifts his head to look at the back of his Sensei's shell, sees his clenched fists and thinks it is far from over.

“Leonardo,” Uncle Tello approaches the slider, one hand reaching out. “It's fine. It's fine, we are all fine, so I need you to do me a solid and breathe—”

Sensei slowly turns his head to face Uncle Tello, and even Commander O'Neil takes a step back at the frigid rage swirling in his eyes. Michelangelo inhales sharply through his nose, gently pulling Casey closer. Uncle Tello doesn't flinch, meeting his twin's glare evenly. Eventually, he backs off with raised hands. 

Then Sensei turns to Casey, and Casey wilts under his stare. He's pissed.

Somehow, Casey finds his voice. “...um... Sensei, I—”

“You. Deliberately disobeyed me,” Master Leonardo says lowly, and oh god, he's not pissed. He is livid. 

Casey shrinks back against Michelangelo's chest, his grip the one thing keeping his knees from folding under him. “Sensei, I'm—I'm sorry—”

“Medbay. Now.” 

Master Leonardo marches past them, brisk and tense, a silent threat that they should follow if they want to live. 

Uncle Tello and Commander O'Neil share a look that Casey can't translate. Then Uncle Tello sighs, his expression crumpling for the first time as he buries his face in his hands. This close, Casey can see how much they're shaking. 

Casey's gut twists viciously with guilt. 

Commander—no—Aunt April pats Uncle Tello's shoulder firmly with one hand, the other pulling back his frayed purple hood. “It's alright, Don," she says. "Casey's here. Leo's here. We're all here." 

Uncle Tello's breath shudders out of him. His head still in his hands, his snout twists as he nods.

Aunt April smiles ruefully, patting the soft shell's arm again. "Go. Take care of yourself, Dee. We'll handle things here.”

Uncle Tello responds with another nod, making Casey's innards twist even more as he watches him go. 

Then Aunt April sighs, looking at Uncle Mikey and cocking her head after Master Leonardo. The mystic warrior nods back and ushers Casey forward, not letting him go.

“Don't worry, little man,” he says softly, pressing his beak into Casey's mangled hair. Like he's trying to convince himself that Casey's here at all. “We'll patch you up first, then we can rest. It's... it's been a long day.”

Tell me about it, Casey almost says. Instead—“'M really sorry, Uncle Mike...”

His Uncle sighs into his hair before pressing a kiss to his crown. “I know you are, little man. But I'm not really the guy you should be apologizing to.”

Casey gulps.

I think I might've had better chances with Subprime.

---

Part 2 coming soon!

(Feel free to send more requests <;3)

#rottmnt #my writing #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles the movie #future leo #casey jones jr #hoooo boy casey is IN for it y'all #i also HAD to use Subprime i miss that son of a bitch

[comicavalcade]

Submariner Summer 34

Ay Namor Nation, this is a big one! #SubmarinerSummer part 34, and we are doing one of THE comics of all time, Tales To Astonish #100: Let There Be Battle! After sharing the title for dozens of issues, we finally get the Astonish crossover of Namor vs. Hulk. Behold the cover!

Stan Lee is scribing this one himself, and lets us know our sense will be shattered. The great Marie Severin on pencils and Adkins on inks, Sam Rosen lettering. Title page has our Prince contemplating Hulk as he falls into a predicament, thinking of making him an ally

Namor recaps his predicament, being banished from his people after being falsely believed a traitor (thanks to Plunderer, and a shitty screen). But since he's matchless in the sea, and Hulk is Strongest One There Is (on land), and they're both outcasts...well, the logic is clear

So off Namor goes to make an ally and make the surface pay. Things go smoothly right away (/s), as the second he surfaces, someone shoots at him. 'Merica. Turns out, old foe the Puppet Master was in the middle of a heist, and now Namor has spoiled it.

This throws Puppet Master into a rage, but he soon stumbles on an idea...since he can't strike at Namor directly, how about using *Hulk* against Namor? So, one radioactive puppet later, Hulk bursts out and is sent to destroy Namor! Namor's plan of alliance is now sunk

From here? Its game on, as Namor and Hulk descend into all out battle on Miami beach. Let me tell you, if you're unfamiliar with Marie Severin, she is absolutely one of the Silver Age great artists. This woman was highly underrated, and this ish a shining example

Excuse me if I gush, but the scenes deftly show the two fighters' power, their figures bold yet fluid with the motion in the panels easy to follow. And there's plenty of motion as Namor seeks to take the battle to the air, then the water, and Hulk accidentally obliges

The oceanic recharge brings Namor careening back; IMPERIUS REX! A quick dip in a pool gives Namor a clear advantage but ends with a Hulk leap.

I'm just giving some highlights of the tussle, btw, there's a LOT of action packed into this 22-pager The military's called in, though they don't actually do anything as the titans clash; love how often Hulk or Namor burst out of the panels in this issue, too powerful to contain

And in one excellent page we get the obligatory moment to remind, Namor has his own code, his own honor, and foreign though it may be at any moment in the midst of destruction he might just come and save any or all of us; that's just how he rolls

Namor finally maneuvers Hulk into the sea, and from there...well, Hulk continually loses ground 😁

Hulk is also getting sick of the voice of the Puppet Master in his head and that isn't helping either, a distraction that isn't even properly feeding his anger

Namor launches a colossal assault using his speed and strength to toss Hulk around helplessly; that's right, mi gente, we have reached the "going in circles for the win" stage of Silver Age fights

And, this also spells doom for Puppet Master, as the giant waves wash his whole hideout away; double L for Puppet Master, double W for Namor, who doesn't even *know* he's defeated Puppet Master along with the Hulk

And yes, the fight is finally over; the last relentless assault has left Hulk washed up, and only Bruce Banner remains, unconscious on the sand. Namor doesn't know from Bruce Banner, though, and so confused he wanders back to the sea. So much for his plans for alliance against the surface

You all might have guess that I love this issue, so I am in no way impartial. But listen, this is peak superhero action. Nay, peak heroic epics: its Herakles vs Triton, Gilgamesh vs Enkidu, Jacob vs the Angel, Krishna vs Chanura. Lee and Severin were both firing on all cylinders

If you agree, feel free to let me know; if you don't, drop a line as well and let me where you think it falls short. We're about to come to a great transition for Namor (and Marvel) so things are about to shift, and I'm interested in where we're all at on Tales to Astonish

But we're not *quite* there yet, although we are at the beginning of something new, so NEXT we cover Tales to Astonish #101: ...And Evil Shall Beckon!

#submariner summer #submariner #namor the sub mariner #namor #namor of atlantis #namor the first #incredible hulk #hulk #bruce banner #robert bruce banner #battle royale #namor vs hulk #let there be battle #tales to astonish #marvel comics #marvel #silver age comics #stan lee #marie severin

[corneliaavenue-ao3]

Ok let’s see how drunk you are: Ginny/Cousin Barney

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(There’s no Alabama flag emoji so let’s stick with ‘Merica) 

(TAKE ME HOME, COUNTRY ROADS, TO A PLACE, I BELONG)

Alexander Weasley was excited to attend his cousin's William's wedding. Not only was it his first wedding that he has ever attended, but his future cousin-in-law was going to be part v eela wtih a bunch of veela cousins. He was very excited.

He sat with his mom and dad on the groom's side of the aisle. He didn't know his uncle Arthur very well, let alone Bill and his six siblings. However, family always invited family to their weddings, so here Alex was.

He didn't know if Bill was is second cousin of third cousin twice removed, but he did know they were related because they shared the signature Weasley red hair.

Alex recognized a lot of his Weasley family from various reuinions held throughout the years, but one face was new to him. They called him Cousin Barney.

He must have been close to Bill's side of the family since he was an usher like Bill's siblings. It was George that ushered him into his seat, but it was Barney that caught his eye.

From the way he was awkwarldy escorting guests to their seats to the way he stared at his Cousin Ginny throughout the entirity of the wedding. There was something odd about him.

His red hair did not match the same signiture Weasley shades of red, and he had 0 freckles. He talked to both International Quidditch Star Victor Krum and Elphias Doge all while staring at his own cousin.

Disgusting really.

But it was the way she reciprocated, that truly caused him horror. Some old hag made a loud comment about his cousin's dress, and she turned around and winked at her cousin!

Alex grabbed a shot of firewhiskey from the back table. Purebloods stay purebloods for a reason, he justified. If his cousin was in love with some cousin he never met, what was he to do about it?

Maybe he could find some veela cousin of Fleur's to forget about it.

#im going to tag this as weasley shades of red like a fifty shades of grey knock off #idk what this is #drunk prompts

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Hey, you're from Germany, right? Do you have any tips for writing a German character? Most specifically, a German character studying abroad, and another character placed in Germany working In a office.

Things like relationships (familial, platonic, and romantic), office culture, normal habits, and cultural shocks a German may have would be very appreciated!

Sorry if this ask is tiresome. Thank you so, so much! <3

As always, Germans are like other people. Different personalities, different opinions, different worldviews — every German is different. So, you have a lot of options to build your character with a unique character.

That being said…

Studying abroad/living in Germany

So…I assume studying in ’merica, aye? I have been there when I was a teeny tiny cat but I have also heard stuff from people who have studied abroad. And uhhhh Germans hate Americans lol (though this could also be a European thing, not a German thing).

We make fun of your school system a lot. I don’t wanna be mean but things like education, school safety, your food etc. are often victims of our dark humour. A friend of mine was studying abroad and the people could genuinely not tell what exactly Germany is. Is it a country? A continent? A city?

Adding to that, she was overwhelmed with things like “Do you know Hitler?” or “Are you a Nazi?”

Bro…we spend months and years learning in detail about our country’s history. We visit concentration camps. We watch movies from that time, analyse in detail how the people got manipulated. We read books the victims wrote. Germany still imprisons people who are a hundred years old. Germany is well aware of its past. It’s also aware that something like this cannot happen ever again.

Since that was a bit deep uhhhh let’s go over to food. I dunno about y’all but from what I’ve heard…you’re ordering food for dinner and eat it on paper plates…? Look that’s what I’ve heard and I gotta tell you that most Germans eat bread and Brötchen for dinner (though this is also changing, a lot of people are cooking warm meals for dinner nowadays).

And — can’t stress this enough — Germans love bread. When you go into a supermarket, the first thing you’re gonna see is a bakery.

And inside the supermarket is also a mini bakery.

We love it. Can’t really live without it.

Germans complain (at least here in the East). You go out with friends? Instantly complaining about your stupid neighbours. You go to the club? Instantly complain how lame it is. You went somewhere for a special occasion? Instantly talking about everything that went well and all the things you would’ve loved to be better.

Germans love football (soccer). Personally, I hate it more than anything. But Germans love it. It’s insane to me. They sit in the stadium and scream…definitely has something Romanesque to it.

I’d say most people have a rather difficult relationship with their parents. Generational trauma is a big thing. I mean, Germany being split and being reunited is a big part of my parents’ childhood. And since healthy communication wasn’t really a thing back then, most parents just don’t really know how to communicate with their children. So, I’d rather say it’s kinda messed up? Again, I can’t speak for everyone but that’s just what I’m getting from talking to my friends etc.

It’s not that they don’t love us, it’s just that they cannot always show it when we need it.

I believe it is best if you watch a few TikToks of people who aren’t from Germany experiencing Germany, they can definitely tell you about all the different things way better. For example this one is about “language,” cake, grocery stores, German windows lmao, and this German tiktok icon making fun of Americans.

I hope this is somewhat helpful? I’m not working in an office, so I can’t tell you much about that, unfortunately but maybe someone on Tiktok could help you with that. People documenting their life is a pretty good source of information. (Other than that do not trust TikTok ever!!!)

#writing tips #no writing #pls don’t cancel me LMAO #hope this helps

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

Dracula Daily: May 24

Dr. John Seward

Lunatic asylum man

Strong jaw

Good forehead

Nervous nelly (sat on his hat, could definitely use a fidget spinner)

Madly on love with Lucy; it's a one-way street (if he wore a fedora, he would tip it here, "friendzoned again, m'lady")

Quincey P. Morris

'Merica!

Don't mess with Texas!

Young

Fresh

Too young and fresh to possibly have been on as many adventures as he claims (spinner of tall tales, teller of whoppers; he really IS an American!)

Sounds like a dude-bro; lies to impress the ladies

Educated, exquisite manners, makes up fake American slang because it makes Lucy laugh (he's definitely playing up the Texas schtick)

"Won't you just hitch up alongside of me and let us go down the long road together, driving in double harness?"

Lucy feels worse rejecting him than Old Man Seward

*tips cowboy hat* I done been corralled into the friendzone like a lonesome steer, I tell you hwat

"Can I kiss you, little girl?" "Sure!" Texans are weird...

Arthur somebody

Number three

Also there

"I'll tell you about him in a second," never tells

If it wouldn't make her a heretic, Lucy would join a polycule with all three men (Quincey is from 19th century Western America, he knows about the Mormons, he'd be down to clown). We don't know much about Arthur except that Lucy loves him most; she spoils the Bachelorette Game by saying that Arthur is her fiancé before she even mentions her other suitors. Doc McForehead and Cowboy Quincey never stood a chance.

#dracula daily #lucy westenra #lucy #john seward #dr seward #quincey morris #cowboy #texas #merica #quincey #arthur

[jennyandvastraflint]

Xena reactions S1Ep6, and one more after that for tonight XD

Xena's stupid grin gods she's so in love with Gabrielle

"Don't get lost" GABRIELLE'S FACE

Oh no, someone killing people?

First aiddd

Do they not understand first aid. Urgh

Introooo

Entire smol village after her

"Gabrielle!" shouts for gf

Gf is trying to chill in her undergarments. Pweeetty

Screw the man. (me every episode)

YO THEY PASS THROUGH THE HOODED GUY???

The way Gabrielle is SO chill about it. And believes Xena without question

"If we get separated" YOU CAN'T SEPARATE LESBIANS IT'S ILLEGAL ACTUALLY

And there was only one horse (just like with Gigolas)

"It's me you want, let her go" HHHHHHH GAY.

Gabrielle so shocked Xena allows them to take her captive so long as Gabrielle is unharmed

"Save yourself" HHHHH Gabrielle doesn't wanna leave herrrrrr

XENA'S LIL SMIRK

ARES!? God of War??

"out of yourself" sounds dodgy

STOP UNDRESSING HERRRRR

*BACK* 👀

Damn care for the elderly, healthcare? Better than 'merica...

What kinda offer is that. Just let her have adventures with her lesbian gf

Boooo to the villagers

Xena in your gf we trust

Gabrielle my babygirl... "She's the only murderer here" "Not for long" HHHHHHHHH she's everything.

Gabrielle as her advocate, in lesbians we trust

"You would've done the same for me" GAAAY

Gabrielle will find something, she's literally so smart

OH FFS ARES SCREW YOU

He wants to bring Xena to call on him

Poor Gabrielle

BUT NONE OF THE MEN WHO DIED CARRIED SWORDS HHHHHHHHHH she's so smart

"Any of the blood get on you?" "Well obviously, I was helping him" The Point Is Right Thereee. Saw it, walked past the point.

Urgh lil bitchy village

Gross. I hate this guy.

RIPS THE CHAINS

Honestly the guys fucking TORTURING HER had it coming so much. She deserves to go wild.

NOOOOOOO, SHE HARMED GABRIELLE. AND NOW GABRIELLE RUNSSS

:((( I'm sobbing gaaaaah the ANGST (once again. I am trying not to draw parallels to Jenny and Vastra, HOWEVER. I'm *just saying*)

"What you did wasn't you" HHHH *dies of lesbian emotions I'm experiencing*

DIFFERENCE BETWEEN JUSTICE AND THE LAW

The smiles!??? I AM NOT SOBBING AT ALL

Ah fuckkkk

Blergh, Ares... Screw you

"Only if they find me guilty" :3

Ah yes. Force of arms. Totally for peace.

Oh who's she gonna make him bring back

The people ARES KILLED??? >:) if they aren't dead, they can't execute her

"marvellously manipulated" brilliance I love her

"the very soul of goodness" WHOOOP

Gabrielle's HAPPY smileee

HHHHHHHHHH LESBIANS

pfffftttt, Gabrielle hit her sbdhshsh

As you can tell I was REALLY gay while watching this.

#i will stop with the comparisons to other ships over MY DEAD BODY #you can pry the Jenny/Vastra parallels to this out of my cold dead hands >:) #v watches xena #xena warrior princess #xena and gabrielle

[real-artemis]

my canon divergent street feeling fanfiction

street feeling 2: the downward spiral/alternate universe

after saving all of coventry from evil vampires churches was living it large. no weird dorks or bitchy goth vampires in his ear about “consumerism” and “time travel” no more. the guy was doing great. after getting promoted at the government he had nothing to do but be rich and sit in his mansion so he had taken up alcoholism as a honby.

he took a swig from his alchemized (he has an alchemiter like in homestuck) simpsons branded liquor. man…. this must be what it feel like to be a vampire… he thought to himself, letting the booze consume him rather than tonconsume the booze. you could say,the consumer, the vampire was really him all along.

on his super awesome rich boy couch, staring off into the void of alcoholism, churches is consumed by unimaginable horror. he is alone. frick. lanky was fine i guess but that’s his associate you gotta have some boys to hang out with you know no gang no life. no ska. no synthesizer. fucking damn it.

i should call carp, he thought.. oh wait he cannot. maybe i shouldnt have turned carp into the evil meat eater police where they would be converted into a hippie stoner for life, a punishment worse than death. the fact that theyre dead isn’t why he cant call them its that he cant bare to face the terror he created. or maybe it was the meat eater police. either way he is complacent and shameful as across every timeline.

i should call them, he said out loud despite the sentence not being in quotation marks, disregarding the previous train of thought becauuse that is alchohlohlism for you (see: roxy lalonde of homestuck fame) and he picked up his garfield telephone and dialed those fateful digits

“suhhh mane i havent heard from yew in weeeeks mane”

fuck. he forgot they turned them canadian too. this is gonna be hard.

“carp. the alcohol has turned me to a life of platonic celibacy. why hasn’t frankie called me in three weeks”

“dont swet it mane they heard about the vampire thing and fled the country mane sory”

FUCK. “but i didnt turn them in”

“yeaaaaa but they went to merica where theres more meat.” yes, he thought, because americans are obese. why hadn’t he thought of this sooner? he has to go to texas. he will find some boys there. he will find gang. there will be synthesizers of all shapes and colors.

“i have to go carp”

“what mane but we just started talking mane”

“i hate you canadian carp. i hate you so much. do you know what it means to hate? i didn’t. i thought i did. i thought i did when i rid coventry of vampires. i thought i did when i changed my name. i thought i did five minutes ago before i called you. but i didnt. i never have, not until now, not until now have i known what it means to hate. i hate you. hate. hate. i hate y”

they hung up. damn. couldnt even ask them which way texas is. from coventry its probably like diagonal left, but due to being shit face slammed out on alcohol churches does not know his left from right. but what he does know is what he must do. he must go.

churches makes a beeline out the window. FOR TEXAS, he thinks, heading straight for canada. he doesnt make it very far before falling into the river and drowning. thus was the life of churches patrick rothschild. god bless and amen. rest in peace those damn vampires rest in peace all of them. the end

i love this so much new pinned post there are tears in my eyes this is the most awesome shit ive ever read i love churches roxy lalonde alchoholism texas garfield phone i love canadian hippie stoner carp i love texas frankie i love rich boy associate lanky

#street feeling #fanfiction #beautiful artwork

[aparticularbandit]

For Fake: Chapter Two

Summary: America lied about having a girlfriend to get her moms off her back, but when they want to meet said girlfriend, she asks her good friend Viv to step in and help.

Viv Vision/America Chavez

Chapter Rating: G. Fic Rating: T.

AO3

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“Why did you choose to meet me in a diner?”

“I don’t know.  Thought it would be a good place for a first date.”

Viv stares at America.  Her breath stills in her throat, which is far more painful than anyone ever admits.  She feels like she’s choking but also a bit like she’s going to cry.  It’s that same tightening, raw throat sort of feeling, all pain and fire, and she doesn’t understand why she should feel it at all.  “You….”  She can barely choke the word out.  “You what?”

“Thought it would be a good place for a first date,” America repeats without any idea what she’s doing to Viv.  She piles jam packets one on top of another, a row of grape then a row of strawberry then another row of grape.  “You know, if they ask about it.”

“Oh.”  Viv nods in an attempt at understanding – she does understand; it isn’t an attempt – and swallows past the fire in her throat.  That should help.  It doesn’t.  “Right.  Yes.  That makes sense.”  Her head tilts to the side.  “Would you like me to tell them how you built a tower out of jam?”

America shrugs. “If you think that’s cool, I guess?”

For not the first time, Viv glances around the diner.  It’s a small, hole in the wall sort of place, full of knick-knacks and sporadic pictures of art.  Most of the diners she’s seen have some sort of theme when they’re like this, but if there’s a pattern in this one, she can’t find it, not in the plastic shot glasses, the equally plastic teacups, or the also plastic little barnyard animals in various bright colors scattered here and there.  She’d hesitate to say the theme is plastic, which seems likely, but there’s a mishmash of modern art all over the walls, that scattered thrown paint sort of art that she likes much better than the photorealistic stuff.  Their table is wooden, covered with photos and fancy postcards with a thin layer of glass overlaying that, but that layer of glass feels sticky.  It doesn’t matter how much Viv scans the table – and she probably shouldn’t be scanning the table, she probably doesn’t want to know what tidbits and grime gets left behind – she can’t pinpoint what, exactly, causes that sticky feeling.  It looks clean.  Maybe the entire diner just feels like that: Sticky.  Grimy.

In the weight of all this, Viv gauges her answer to America’s question.  She focuses on the bright red straw stuck into her glass bottle of root beer.  “Sure.”  Her hands clasp together in her lap.  “I guess.”

The waitress, whose nametag says Dottie in bright curlicue script nearly as golden as her corkscrew curls, returns with her notepad in her front pocket, a pen fiddling between her fingertips.  “Good to see ya again, ‘Merica!  Joey’s been workin’ on that idea you told him.  Think he’s got it about done.”

“Really?”  America’s eyes light up.  “Think it’ll be done today?”

“What will be done today?” Viv asks, glancing from America to Dottie and then back again, deciding to let her gaze rest on the one she knows instead of the one she doesn’t.  (She will never admit this, but in the back of her mind, she does a search for this Dottie – not just by name, but by facial recognition, too, among other things.  All of the information leaps to her immediately, but she won’t go over any of that while they’re talking.  That would be rude.  She doesn’t want to be rude.)

“Well, nothin’s gonna be done today.”  Dottie wheedles her pen through her fingers, back and forth like a silver coin that doesn’t catch the light.  “Joey says maybe tomorrow.  Somethin’ don’t taste right.  But he’s close.”  She smacks her gum.  “And who’s this little miss?” she asks, tilting her head towards Viv but keeping her eyes entirely on America.  “Don’t tell me you finally got yourself a girlfriend—”

“You’re as bad as my moms!” America groans out, hitting her forehead against the table.

Viv looks up at Dottie, who turns to her with wide eyes.  “No,” she says, eyes just as wide as Dottie’s.  “We are just friends.”

“Well, just friends, you’re the first friend, Miss America’s ever brought by.”  Dottie punches Viv’s arm in that gentle, joking way people sometimes do and then winces, shakes her hand a few times.  “Ow.  What are you, made a iron?”

Viv’s gaze drops.  America hadn’t asked for her to look more human when they came in, but she’d made the change anyway.  Scarlet skin and bright lime green hair make her stand out in the crowd, and she thought being incognito would be a good idea, considering their plans.  This way, if anything gets back to America’s moms, they don’t know it’s her.  Still.

“No, I am not made of iron,” Viv says, and it isn’t entirely a lie.  She’s made primarily of vibranium and Horton Cells, what little iron she has is very, very scarce.  Significantly more than an average human, perhaps, but not enough to comment on.

“Oh, I know, hon.  It was just a joke!”  Dottie slaps her back in an overly familiar way and winces again.  “Figure you’re made of somethin’ super.  Don’t much care what.”  She glances over to America, who hasn’t moved but still has her forehead resting on the table.  “Want your usual, hon?”

America just lets out another groan.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”  Dottie turns back to Viv.  “Ya want anythin’, hon?”

Viv’s stomach grumbles.  “I’ll take whatever America’s having.”  She hadn’t intended on taking anything at all, which is why she’d foregone a menu in the first place.  As a result, she has no idea what this diner even has – burgers, certainly, and fries, which are a staple of diners just such as this, but she would never be able to give exact names of any of their multiple offerings.  She expects those names to give some indication of the diner’s theme; perhaps it would have been better to take a menu just to have a clue on that.

Dottie’s brows raise.  “You sure?  She gets some really—”

“Don’t say weird,” America interrupts, sitting up with a sharp look towards their waitress.  “You promised you wouldn’t ever call any of it weird.”

“Wasn’t gonna say weird.”  Dottie returns America’s glare with a sharp look of her own – sharper, maybe, from extended use.  “I was gonna say interestin’, which isn’t wrong, hon.  You have interestin’ combinations.”

America scowls, sets her elbow on the table, and then rests her head in her hand.  “That’s the same thing as weird.  Just nicer.”

Dottie sighs with exasperation, as though this is a conversation they’ve had multiple times.  “Now look here, hon.  Joey wouldn’t be taken your ideas and perfectin’ ‘em if they were weird.  He’d be givin’ me all sorts of googly eyes and complainin’ about it from here to high water.  You just wouldn’t hear none of it.”

Any of it, Viv corrects internally, although she doesn’t say it.  She expects Dottie would be offended by that.  Instead, she looks up at Dottie and says, voice soft but firm, “I like her ideas,” although she’s never had anything that America’s cooked.

Or – she’s never had anything good that America’s cooked.

Mostly because the last time America cooked, she tried to combine chocolate with mashed potatoes in the microwave, which tastes bad on its own, but also put it in the microwave for so long that the potatoes exploded all over the microwave and eventually caught it on fire.  And that was only the latest in a serious of culinary attempts that got her banned from using Kamala’s kitchen (and likely would have gotten her banned from Viv’s kitchen, too, if they ever met at her house (they do not)).  She often chalks it up to multiversal travels, trying to bring some “really cool!” cuisine from another universe into their own, trying to recreate it, but while those ideas might be solid in theory, America didn’t have the skill or knowhow to make any of them herself.

Maybe it would be better for Viv to say, “I trust her ideas,” instead of, “I like her ideas,” but she’s already said it and, unlike certain other superheroes she will not name, she cannot take it back.

Dottie’s eyes light up.  She places a hand on Viv’s shoulder and gives her a squeeze.  “Picked a good one, ‘Merica.”

“She’s not my girlfriend—”

But by then, Dottie has already walked away, whistling as she does.  America just groans and bangs her head on the table again.  “This was such a bad idea.”  It’s the sort of tone that begs to not be answered, that just needs the moment to vent.

So Viv gives her that moment and doesn’t say anything at all, instead taking the time to go over the files she’d pulled on their waitress, the so-called Dottie.  There’s a lot, even in the scant files she’s pulled up in her precursory search, and there’s more in the files she draws from the Avengers complex, from SHIELD, from various other political entities and agencies.  As the information downloads itself, as she goes over it, her eyes widen.

“What?” America asks, breaking through Viv’s concentration.  When Viv focuses again on the real world around her, she sees that America’s turned her head to one side, half-resting on her arm instead of entirely on the table.  “Something wrong?”

Viv increases her auditory input, searching for the sound of Dottie’s voice, and when she’s convinced that it’s suitably far away – that she’s suitably far away – she places her hand gently over America’s, leans forward, and whispers, “Dottie’s a Black Widow operative.”  She hesitates, then continues, “A lost Black Widow operative.”

“She’s not lost,” America answers.  “She’s right here.”  She leans back against the booth seat with another, smaller groan, and then slaps her hands on her thighs.  “This is, like, a hideaway diner for supers, or something like that.”  She tugs her lips to one side and bites on a bottom corner.  “Agatha brought me here a while back when I said I was lonely.  It was way before I met all of you, and I just....”  Her hands fidget beneath the table, drumming against her legs so loud that Viv can’t help but pick up the sound, the vibrations of it all.  “I was super lonely.”

Viv glances around the diner again.  They aren’t the only customers here, but they might as well be.  She starts to do searches for the other customers when she can catch a glimpse of their faces.  Her eyes widen again.  “Isn’t that Mordo?  Isn’t Stephen trying to find him?”

“You can’t look people up!”

Viv hesitates.  She doesn’t pause the search continuing in the back of her mind, but she does pause her wary reading of it.  “Why not?”

“This is, like….”  America’s eyes shift as though she’s looking around the rest of the room, but she’s not really paying attention to any of it.  Her eyes never pause, never focus, until they return near to Viv, until they fall to her fidgeting fingers.  “It’s a safe zone.  You can’t come in unless someone else brings you in.  Mom was here when they created it, and she wove a bunch of spells and runes and stuff into the bricks and mortar or whatever it is they used to make this place.”  She takes a deep breath in, lets it out slowly.  “People come here when they just want to be normal again.  So they don’t have to…to think about anything.  They can just come to a diner and have a good time, you know?”

Viv considers this for a moment.  Her head tilts ever so slightly to one side.  “And Joey?”

America sighs.  “He’s a clone of some guy related to Wanda.  I think.”  She shrugs.  “I’ve never really asked. It’s kind of rude to ask. But he has the most gorgeous white hair!”

For a moment, Viv considers what she’s about to do.  Then, well – this is a safe space, isn’t it?  She glances over just long enough to catch Dottie out of the corner of her eye, and as if reading her mind, Dottie gives her a little nod.  So she takes a deep breath in and shifts her hair into the bright, blinding, beautiful white that she imagines Joey has.  Her eyes return to America, and she tilts her head to one side.  “Like this?”

“Yes!  Exactly like that!”

When America reaches over to run a hand through her hair, Viv blushes a scarlet so bright that she’s certain it looks like she normally does.  Her gaze flicks over to Dottie, only to catch her mouthing, “Gay,” and giving her a wink.

We’re not girlfriends, Viv wants to tell her, because it’s true – they aren’t.  But as she sits back against the booth, she can’t stop the flush of warmth building in the center of her chest.  She doesn’t like America that way – she knows that well enough – but it’s nice to pretend.

Even if, technically speaking, they haven’t started pretending just yet.

#bandit fic #december banditnanza 2023 fic #for fake with viv and america #marvel #marvel comics #mcu #wandavision #america chavez #viv vision #america chavez x viv vision #viv vision x america chavez #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #agatha harkness #vision mcu #mcu vision #dottie underwood #joseph magneto #harximoff #wandagatha #wagatha #again they aren't in this chapter and aren't the primary ship but they are here and canon in this context #some of these characters aren't /in/ this chapter but they're in the chapter if you feel me #A N Y W A Y

[tenaflyviper]

Yeah, I'm not going to apologize for making and sharing what amounts to a "Fuck America" playlist.

I have seen a lot of people talking about not wanting to celebrate this year, and it's understandable:

Women here now have less rights than their mothers had at their age. And we know from an information leak that the 6 people abusing their power to bring this about (4 of whom lied under oath in order to gain that power) are coming for LGBT rights and contraception next (oh, and Social Security and Medicare).

Y'all motherfuckers said it was just "fearmongering" years ago. Y'all said "You won't lose your rights".

Fuck. You.

You're the same assholes now celebrating a "win" that only represents 30% of the American population. That's bullshit, and you KNOW it.

The same corrupt SCOTUS just started allowing teachers to force prayer in schools. We have republican politicians on TV preaching in favor of christian nationalism. We have others speaking at legitimate white supremacist rallies. Others take pictures with their children holding assault rifles in front of the Christmas tree. Still others genuinely believe there's a conspiracy to completely replace white people with minorities. Oh, and let's not forget the same people that don't believe teens are old enough to learn sex education at school deciding that 10 years old is old enough to HAVE A BABY.

All this shit that sounds cartoonishly evil? It's 100% REAL.

So, anybody pissing their little diapers and whining "Boo hoo! She made a playlist mocking MUH 'MERICA!" are free to leave, and form your very own shitty little ass-backwards country somewhere else, because you DON'T represent America. You represent what's WRONG with it.

If only y'all cared as much about kids being murdered at school--or basic human rights--as you do about media that no one is forcing you to look at or hear.

#dunno who I actually upset tbh #Idk what happens in that group since I cut them out of my life #but I'm happier and healthier for doing so

[sea-dukes-assistant]

Im Norwegian and here we have a one year military service period. So if you get drafted into the military thats how long you have to stay. Then there are degrees and careers you can do on top of that. Im not certain about other places in Europe but I think some at least have the same deal.

My questions isn't so much as "How does Europe military?" but more "bro, this is not a thing in 'Merica, how are royals going to a service academy and NOT doing their required active duty time after graduating?"

In the land of bald eagles, if you get accepted into a service academy (West Point, US Naval or Air Force Academy), it's literally future commissioned officers playing student. Upon graduation, they receive their degree and a commission in that branch of service. They are required to serve a certain amount of time on active duty. This is extremely difficult and often includes Congress getting involved to just...not do it. So to see that, in Europe, apparently you can just dip out on that requirement is wild to me, unless of course it's the whole "I'm special and daddy said I don't have to" and the government is like "ok" and just lets that happen.

Drafting is different. We don't have a draft; we are all volunteer. If you're drafted, that means you are enlisted and definitely not an officer.

Maybe I'm not understanding, or maybe it's poorly explained, but it baffles me. I'm betting the situation is poorly explained, because "military training" here is literally bootcamp or officer candidate school. You sign your contract, you go do bootcamp, and you're active duty for the length of your contract. So when folks be like "[royal] did military training and didn't serve *passes judgment*" I'm like...HOW???

[comicavalcade]

Submariner Summer 8

Hey Namor Nation, its time: part 8 of #SubmarinerSummer read through--Tales to Astonish #77, To Walk Amonst MEN! Hulk gets the cover, and frankly from here on Hulk and Namor will alternate the covers pretty much. Should I not post the Hulk covers? Let me know if you think so!

Still, it may not have been a Namor cover, but the title page is a banger. Regal af frfr, Gene Colan ate, etc etc. Clearly Stan was inspired to get fancy with the words when he saw that page

Anyway, Namor informs his council he's going to the surface to take care of the disaster at the source. The Council isn't thrilled, worried about the danger to him from the surfacers, though Vashti backs him up. Only Namor alone can save Atlantis! Imperius Rex!

Meanwhile, the people continue to suffer, crying out for their Prince to act. But not Dorma, she wants to go with Namor; Namor, of course, says no, firstly because he doesn't want her in danger, but also because she has to watch for The Behemoth, a mysterious weaponized monster created by Atlantis for a doomsday scenario

So off to the surface Namor jets, soon encountering a massive drill that's causing the destruction. At least it wasn't nukes this time 😀👍

Then we cut to the surface and...oh oh oh of course. Dr. Hank Pym, the human science disaster himself. (also Jan!)

At any rate, Namor makes sure the drill stops hurting his people, then goes to tell the surfacers to *not* destroy the indigenous people of the place. Which, of course, means its time for the US to attack; nobody tells 'Merica what to do

And, lets be serious: Namor is always ready to let the surfacers fuck around, because he will let them find out. Oh, sorry, I mean: "If it is battle they seek...it is battle they shall get!"

Even still, he actually slips into the US ship rather than just destroy it outright, but he's in no mood for diplomacy; its his way or the seaway and he commands a halt. Dr Pym isn't having it though, he's got a job to do. And...we've reached our cliffhanger!

This issue is cooking for sure. A touch of Atlantean politics, a bit of exposition with Namor and Dorma foreshadowing a threat, and then a classic "the surface goads Namor into hostility" scenario with a reveal of Avengers Ant-Man and the Wasp themselves in their civilian identities.

The title and end pages are both especially good, great book-ending. Colan really continues to deliver on this series. And so come back for the next installment--Tales to Astonish #78: The Prince and the Puppet!

#submariner summer #namor #submariner #sub mariner #namor the sub mariner #namor of atlantis #namor the first #lady dorma #dorma #lord vashti #vashti #atlantis #hank pym #janet van dyne #antman #ant man #the wasp #to walk among men #tales to astonish #marvel comics #marvel