#melissa on leverage

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

I understand I’m watching season two of Leverage: Redemption really late, but I just wanted to rave for a second at how great this show is. You can tell how much love and care the showrunners and the actors have for these characters. Hardison not being there, but being mentioned whenever it makes sense, or being called in for help or just emotional support during big character episodes. Even if Aldis Hodge is busy he takes the time to film a little fake zoom call. It means the entire world to me. They know that these characters would be talking all the time, even if they’re apart because they are each others people. Ugh, I’ll cry.

#god this is one of my TOP comfort shows #alec hardison #aldis hodge #leverage cast #leverage #leverage redemption #melissa og #melissa on leverage

[fahye]

book recs: feb 2024

(disclaimer: I have spent nearly three months languishing and sullen with post-COVID symptoms and have read, over dec-feb, eighty-one books. this is a ruthlessly streamlined list of recs that does not include, uh, all the rereading of sarah maclean and charlie adhara and georgette heyer books.)

AT FIRST SPITE by olivia dade - what if I moved in next to the man who ruined my engagement to his younger brother, and tried to ruin his life by playing monsterfucking audiobooks really loudly?? a heartfelt and lovely romance that also expertly sets up a great small-town setting for an ongoing series.

THE REFORMATORY by tananarive due - historical horror based on the existence of a real school for boys, clear-eyed and brutal in showing the the effect of racist systems in the 1950s american south. compelling as hell. even if you're not usually into horror, I'd recommend this: the ghost aspect is light-handed and really not as important as the horror of what humans do to other humans.

SOMETHING WILD & WONDERFUL by anita kelly - this is a m/m romance about walking the pacific crest trail which made me see the appeal of very long walks. a miracle! it's gentle and emotional and well put together; the characters really grabbed me.

THE BELL IN THE FOG by lev a.c. rosen - the followup to 'lavender house', and somehow even better?? a historical mystery series featuring a queer private eye in 1950s san francisco who looks into crimes against other queer people. amazing queer history! ACAB! I hope there are fifty more books in this series.

FEAST WHILE YOU CAN* by mikaella clements & onjuli datta - beautiful, greedy, terrifying small-town horror that is also a fucking fantastic, gorgeously written sapphic love story. this one IS for the horror fans. it gave me the absolute creeps but I couldn't put it down.

LADY EVE'S LAST CON* by rebecca fraimow - I described this on bsky as 'if you like Leverage, space opera, old screwball comedies, and dashing sapphics who are at all times spiritually wearing a leather jacket: this one is for you' and I stand by that. huge amounts of fun.

LONG LIVE EVIL* by sarah rees brennan - I will be screaming from here until forever about SRB's first adult fantasy book. if you like the isekai'd-into-a-villain-character setup and want it to be hilarious, genre-savvy and wildly angry and clever, you will roll around in this like a blood-stained mud puddle and then beg for more.

THE LAST HOUR BETWEEN WORLDS* by melissa caruso - really clever and original fantasy about a woman on maternity leave who gets dragged into saving a cocktail party which is falling through increasingly murderous and bizarre dimensions. LISTEN, JUST GO WITH IT. it's a seriously cool adventure.

YOU SHOULD BE SO LUCKY* by cat sebastian - yes, it's another m/m romance about queer history in the mid 20th century, this one between a baseball player and the journalist assigned to write a story about his slump. made me care about baseball. cat is a genius.

*I read these as ARCs, they're not available yet but consider preordering or keep your eye out for them!

#book recs

[spoilmesweetieforficssake]

reader x mel, where mel calls reader daddy for the first time ;)

This feels (for me at least) like it follows on from the Dom Reader x Melissa fic (which can be found here) but can definitely be read alone.  As warnings go – too short and NSFW unless you’re reading wearing your best poker face.

~*~

Your hands grip her hips tightly, anchoring you and giving you leverage as you thrust into her.  She’d asked for this, said she needed not to think and only feel.  As much as you love it when she uses her words, you know sentences are hard to come by at this point.  Now, you get to revel in the downright sinful sounds you’re able to pull from her.

Looking down at her, you can’t help but bite back your own moan as you continue to pound into her, relishing the sounds of your flesh coming together as the strap you’re wearing sinks to the hilt.  Half collapsed on the bed before you, having fallen forward onto her elbows when her arms would no longer support her, her face is partially obscured by the duvet, but her glorious hourglass figure is still on full display.  The day you’re not affected by those curves is the day you’re dead.    

“Don’t stop, daddy, don’t stop.”

Your hips stutter, and you’re not sure if you really heard what you thought you did, half gasped and muffled as it was in the covers.

“Please don’t stop,” comes the plea from the red head.

Shaking your head, you pick up the pace once more, your movements becoming more fluid.

“Yes daddy!”  The words are hissed out on the heels of a gasp.  “Just like that.  M’so close.”

So you did hear what you thought you did.  You’re not entirely sure how you feel about it.  No one has ever called you daddy before.  But the more you think about it, the more you think you might like it.  You reach around with one hand to let you fingers find her clit, feeling her hips jerk in surprise at the added stimulation.  From the way her hands grasp at the covers and the sounds that fall from her lips become more high pitched and breathy you know she’s close. 

When she does come this time it’s with a scream that you’re slightly disappointed is half muffled in the bed covers.  She falls forward, breathing hard and you follow her, the strap still buried within her.  You lean down, pressing kisses to the expanse of her back, tracing nonsensical patterns with the fingers of the hand you’re not leaning on as she catches her breath.

Canting your hips to test her willing you’re rewarded with a low moan, making you grin.  She’s not done yet.  You trail your kisses higher, nuzzling the back of her neck, building up your courage.  Stretching over the red head, you let your lips hover close to her ear before you finally ask her; “You want daddy to keep fucking you?”

Her head whips to the side, hair flying as she looks as you with wide eyes and you realise she has no idea she’d said those words out loud.  There’s a sudden vulnerability to her features you don’t often see.

“Did I...?” she asks, worry creeping into those emerald green orbs you love so much.

“Call me daddy?” you ask with a smile you can’t help borders on a smirk, hoping to reassure her that you don’t mind.  “Yeah, you kinda did.”

Her cheeks flame an even deeper red and her eyes flit over your face.

“You can call me it again, if you’d like,” you grin, bucking your hips gently in encouragement.  You don’t want to push, but you want her to know that as surprising as her words have been, you’re willing to explore this. 

She turns her face away from you, burying her face in the covers.  Her hand, however, finds yours where it rests near her shoulder and she pushes her hips back into yours.  “Fuck me good, daddy.”

The words cause your breath to hitch in your chest.  There’s power in those words.  A trust.  A thrill. 

You squeeze the hand holding yours, leaning down to press a kiss to the bit of her cheek not hidden in the bed covers.  “Daddy’s gonna take good care of you.  Don’t you worry.”

It feels odd as you test the words out on your tongue, but you find you rather enjoy them.  You have a feeling you’re both going to enjoy them.

#melissa schemmenti #melissa schemmenti x reader

[indigoraysoflight]

How Carol Peletier Broke Misogynistic Stereotypes

"Melissa McBride holds the mantle of Carol, establishing one of the most memorable characters that The Walking Dead couldn't dream of getting rid of."

Carol is undoubtedly one of the strongest female characters on TV. She subverts expectations from the get-go and then continues to break the stereotype of a “typical middle-aged woman” you might see on TV shows or movies. 

So when I first bumped into this article talking about Carol's age, I was hesitant to read it just by glancing at the title. But I’m glad I gave it a chance because the point this article makes is – Carol’s age doesn’t matter.

So why is the discourse around Carol still revolving around age? Why aren’t we discussing Daryl’s age – or Rick’s, or even Negan’s? Why is age so deeply embedded in the conversation where a middle-aged woman is concerned? 

Because AMC has done nothing to discourage it. 

For years, Melissa has dealt with ageist and hateful comments by people who saw her character as “too old” for Norman’s Daryl. This only worsened with ongoing shipping wars often stoked by AMC to generate buzz. The original Caryl spinoff would’ve been the perfect antidote to all that ageist rhetoric, but we know what happened with that. 

Carol’s story is that of defying misogynistic societal standards and rising from the ashes to become an invincible force in the middle of an apocalypse. Melissa McBride amplifies that by carving out a character with her raw vulnerability and unyielding strength. She is the character that brings an audience that will stick by her and follow her to the ends of the earth. 

My hope now is that AMC takes a stance and shows how important Carol and her story is to them. Validating Caryl’s relationship is an excellent step in firming up that stance – instead of hiding behind the coattails of ambiguity. Silver fox Daryl would be another great way of stifling the ageist noise. Just sayin’. (I’m soo on board to see Norman with grey hair.) 

Carol and Daryl bring forth a dynamic that explores the idea of “finding love after 40”. It normalizes having a vibrant, fulfilling life in your middle ages. It shows two people finding each other in a world where noone can be trusted. AMC has a chemistry goldmine sitting on their hands. The question is: will they finally leverage it this time and garner the support of the fans that would follow these two characters to the ends of the earth? 

We won't find out until Season 2 – and that's a long way away. Until then, it’s nice to see a strong voice talking about the value Carol brings to The Walking Dead.

Check out the full article here.

#caryl #caryl spinoff #carol peletier #melissa mcbride #darylneedscarol

[lgbtpopcult]

November WLW Entertainment Rundown

Movies

CAUSEWAY, Friday, Nov. 4, Apple TV+. Jennifer Lawrence is gay in this one though the story isn't about that, it's just mentioned in passing.

Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous: Hidden Adventure interactive special, Netflix, TUESDAY, NOV. 15

Cheese Sisters

Country: Thailand

Type: Movie

Release Date: Nov 24, 2022

Wrong Place, November 25

The daughter is gay and goes to the cabin with her girlfriend.

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TV

Must watch: Wednesday, Nov. 30, Willow: Season 1 (2022) Disney+

November 19 Gap the Series premieres on Channel 3 and the Idol Factory YouTube channel

Love of Secret, thai girl love on channel 3, November 5

Panpan is a medical student with a dream of becoming an idol. She's forced to conceal that dream because her father is a famous surgeon, Phuri, who hopes his daughter will go on to become a doctor like himself. What's more, Panpan is concealing her relationship with Aitim, her girlfriend, best friend, and biggest fan.

Warrior Nun returns November 10th. One of the nuns is gay and a pretty important supporting character. Be warned that many fans ship her with the main character but this is Netflix so we've only seen the mc with men and that probably won't change.

Leverage: Redemption, November 16, 2022, Freevee

The L Word: Generation Q: Season 3, Showtime. November 20. Rumor has it they ruined the one good couple they had (Dani and Gini) so watch at your own risk, show is mostly 🗑️

November 17 The sex lives of college girls on HBOmax season 2.

November 17, Leopard Skin, Peacock

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Books, games, music, comics and more

The Forever Factor, Melissa Brayden.

Haley Cass, Better Than Expected, November 18, 2022.

Harley Quinn: The Animated Series: Legion of Bats! (2022-) #2, RELEASES NOV 15TH, 2022.

Harvestella

No gender restriction on romance with characters

――Will there be any romance elements with characters in the game?

Furuya:

Each character has story content and as you progress that story your level of closeness with that character grows. Once that level reaches the max, you activate an event called a “partnership.” This takes place after finishing the story and bringing peace to the world, but you will be able to live together after the event.

――Are there restrictions on which characters you can partner with based on your character’s gender?

Furuya:

There are no restrictions.

November 9th Zolita's new music video comes out!

#lesbian #gay #lgbt #lgbtq #wlw #bi #girls who like girls #lgbtqia #sapphic #rundown #harley quinn #the sex lives of college girls #willow #disney+ #the l word generation q #gap the series #leverage redemption #el fin del amor #causeway #warrior nun #harvestella #cheese Sisters #thailand #gl #jurassic world camp cretaceous #love of Secret #november #wrong place #Youtube #zolita

[freshlyrage]

Running Like Water

Chapter 10

whats playing: Best to You by Blood Orange

pairing: Javier Peña x OFC (written as xReader)

fic warnings: Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI) language, strained family relationships, mentions of drug abuse, discussions of insecurities and body image issues, daddy and mommy issues

fic tags: Best friends younger sister, Life-long crush, Friends to lovers, Unrequited love, slow burn, Push and Pull, Small Town Dynamics, Secret Relationships, latina MC, Fluff and Angst, OFC!Jessica Alba face claim, sorry Lorraine I'm bringing you into this, Time jumps, 2 year age gap, pre-canon

word count: 5.3k

A/N at the end

1983

The height of your bed frame made for good leverage when Xavier was over. You tilted your head back as he removed your pants slowly. Your mama was out for a few hours and when Xavier heard, he came straight for your home. He started kissing you the second you got up on the bed, his hand grabbing the back of your head. Once the pants were off he tugged at your ankles, dragging you from the headboard. Crawling back up to kiss you, your nails grip at his hair. Kissing him always felt good, that you could count on. 

His lips drag from yours and down your neck and to your chest. Still your low cut tank on as he pushes it up a bit to start kissing your stomach. His tongue coming flat right above your panty line. 

Oh, is he…? Finally?

He kisses you more along the line and you feel a rare sense of excitement. Most of the time it gets down to hooking up, he’s inside of you almost immediately. Foreplay seemed like a mythical creature you only read about in cosmo or heard from your girlfriends. Your stomach grows tight with his kisses on your stomach, your hand flies to his hair. Shifting your hips up with eagerness to finally kiss you where you’ve wanted. 

Xavier chuckles against your skin, kisses your stomach again before sitting up. You look to him breathless and confused. He shakes his head before toying with his belt, “I don’t… you know, eat anyone out.” He laughs, swiping the belt off. Your face grows red and your eyes almost well in embarrassment. Right. 

Feeling insecure you joke, “Yet I give you head whenever you ask.” You laugh nervously and Xavier laughs too, pulling his pants off.

 He shrugs. “Maybe if you did it more often I’d consider,” He taps your ankle, his hand reaching into his boxer. “Now turn on your stomach baby.” You feel humiliated but you turn on your stomach, with your face pressed into the bed, a few self-conscious tears fall. 

He pulls your underwear down.

You were already in a dress when you ringed Javi. You took note of his brows raising when you quietly ran to his truck, looking behind you to make sure your mom hadn’t noticed. You were an adult but you were under her roof which meant. No boys, no partying and no coming home late, so you removed your sandals as you crept down the stairs and crunched along the concrete to his car. He got the Melissa Diaz memo as his lights were off as he waited for you to sneak out. 

Your hair and dress blew with your hurry, Javier leans over the console and opens the door for you when you hop in. Out of breath, you run a hand on the soles of your feet cleaning them, Javier watches intently as you put your shoes back on. Your eyes flick to him as you settle with an exhale. He looked extraordinarily handsome in this light, in a button down collared top with a faded green denim jacket. A smell of cigarettes and a cherry scented soapy aroma lifted from him. New, you think. you were so used to the nutty scent from him. This was new. 

He’s tense, you can feel it. He’s tense and you're relaxed. Also new. Before, it was you nervous, stomach flipped while he leaned and teased without a care. You look back to the house and back to him. He narrows his eyes at you once more before driving off. 

He clears his throat as he drives slowly down the hill, “So remind me again why you needed me to pick you up?” He quirks a brow and side eyes you. Maybe it was the breeze or the feeling of being next to him but all the anger you stored for the last six years fizzled out and died. 

You screw your face up and bring your bare knee up to lean your head on it. The wind blowing up your dress for a moment. “I think I heard my mom having sex.” You wince and so does Javier as he draws out a jesus. Your mother was god fearing but she was married and not shy from having more children despite her climbing age. “Just take me anywhere.” You sigh, digging your cheek to your knee a bit deeper. It catches the attention of Javi, he does a double take with a furrowed brow. 

His large hand, paired with veins protruding, hooks under your knee and forces you to sit normally. “Out of your damn mind - we get into an accident and boom” He pats your knee and shakes his head. “Straight into your skull, querida.”

Your lips quirk in smile and look out the window as he makes a sharp right that makes you lean, your hands gripping the door. The right leading to “Vincent's Nose” the mini mountain with the town lookout where everyone would hook up back in high school. A flat parking lot about 4 minutes up the mountain, you heard the craziest stories back in high school. You wondered if maybe this is where he brought Josefina. He’s quiet and his hands are gripping the wheel tightly, like he’s fighting something deep inside. That bothers you. 

He stops the car at the lot, parking in reverse so that the pickup is facing the view. You keep your eyes trained on him as he shuts the car off. Skepticism taking over, if he thinks he can take you to some makeout point like you're some teenagers, he’s greatly mistaken. “You’ve been here?” He asks, awkwardly and you laugh. 

“Jesus Christ Javier, lighten up.” You swing his car door open and hop down, you hear him follow with a laugh. You circle the car and open the back to climb onto the pickup. Staring down the view. 

There weren't many tall buildings in town, just the church that pointed high close to heaven, or so it felt when you were little. Looked small and silly from here. Javi climbs into the back, sitting as far as possible from you. His silence and sudden brooding presence makes you nervous. 

Suddenly you're aware that you aren't sixteen and he isn't seventeen with a girlfriend. He was a grown man, with sideburns and a pack of cigarettes, and he was more handsome then he was when he left. He’s single, he's an adult – you're an adult. And your dress is blowing as your knees are at your chest. Fiddling with your ring on your middle finger you answer his question, “I actually have never been here– well I’ve never parked here. Back in high school we used to call this – um, doggy lookout.” 

You shut your eyes and your cheeks turn flush, you could practically hear his smirk when he mutters a what. You laugh, your cheeks are already hurting from smiling. You look at him and scrunch your nose up. “Well-” you giggle again, “During junior year, Liandra came up here really late with her boyfriend and you know… she was in the back of his car — and like, for some reason she decided to be fully naked on her hands and knees… and a fucking cop knocked on their window, she was petrified, so we started calling this doggy look out to taunt her and it just became a thing.”

“Jesus christ.” He laughs, shaking his head, leaning against the truck's rear windshield. “Should we watch out for cops?” He looks around jokingly and you let out a small laugh.

“I'm in the presence of one right now, Officer Peña.” You wrap your arms around your knees to control the wind blowing through your dress. You could see the spring fair in the church parking lot from the truck, the lights were off. May 22nd was the first day, embarrassingly you were quite excited for it. You knew Liandra was home so that meant getting drunk and getting on rides until they closed. 

“Agent.” He corrects. Your head snaps towards him as he leans his head back with a teasing gaze. It makes your heart sink a bit, you want to push him out the truck. 

“Hmm.” You cross your arms, an image of Josefina flashing in front of your eyes.

 You begin to gaslight yourself into picturing Javier taking her up here and then fucking her, making her shake. The thought has you sneaking another glance at his face, his strong nose casting a shadow on his face. You felt so creepy about how much you loved his nose. You remembered the feel of it tapping your own when he kissed you all those years ago. How then you had been so willing to have him out there in front of everyone, not caring who saw. You were willing, eager, desperate. You were so young untouched so you never verbalized that want. That ache. It terrified you for years, shamed you. How fucked was that? Your own fantasies, your own needs, it was something you could never verbalize, cuz’ you were too fucking scared. And maybe going all the way with your brother's best friend in a parking lot was a bit much but that feeling balled and leaked into your real sexual relationships. Pretending to be turned on by a little man with a big ego and his cock in your mouth. Letting him make a joke about your weight to his friends then pulling your pants down later that night for about 45 seconds until he was done with you. 

So when you heard that girl, a girl who Javier barely knew, not like he knew you, to hear her being able to openly share an experience of something good, fulfilling, body trembling, your body rejected that. So did your brain. 

“What's on your mind Andrea?” It's soft, like he could read your mind and wanted to know more, like he hoped you didn't hear his question so you could keep on your jealous tirade. 

Your thumb strokes the underside of your arm nervously, cheeks feeling sun-burnt from the strange thought that maybe he really could read your mind. You press your lips in a thin line, licking the bottom, blurring away the lipstick from earlier in the day. A burn down your spine shoots, a jealous burn. It's been a while. “Just wondering if Josefina Alto is your type or not, I was just running down a list of girls you've been with in my head and I’m not sure where she falls-I mean she looks a bit like me and I’m not on that li-”

Javier exhales a nervous breath and shakes his head with a pained face, “ Jesus” Javier felt just as caught as you, not grasping the possibility that having a one night stand with someone from town could be front cover news. He pinches his nose and then screws up his face in realization , I’m not on that list. “What makes you think you’re not on that list?” 

His question makes your cheeks redden even more, the lights of the town below give him a new look. You could see the lines next to his even better than before, smile lines. A feeling of satisfaction settles in your stomach at the thought. “I’m thinking of girls you dated, you have a thing for blondes I’ve noticed.” You shrug, unhooking your arms and pushing your body upright to fully face him. Where the sudden confidence came from, you were unsure. 

“Lorraine. That's all. ” He answers.

“Donna Ortiz.” You reply quickly, earning an eyebrow raise from him. You could feel your confidence fizzle and settle in realization. You tried so hard to seem unbothered and soooo moved on and here you go, responding with the name of an ex from junior high.

He has a shit eating grin and your eyes fall to your lap. But he decides to ignore the comment, a new move from him. If it were 1980 he’d taunt and tease you over your attention to detail, maybe throw in a stalker comment and make you go home teary eyed from the embarrassment a crush drunk girl could only feel.  

His hand comes up to stroke his jaw, and you watch. The watch on his hand glimmering from the street light a few feet away from the 3rd parking spot. You bit the inside of your lip at the sight of his hands, deft, you knew that. You know he knows how to work his fingers skillfully, he hadn't even touched you in the places in need of most skill, but when his hands roamed your body. You knew, he had to be good. “Josefina was pretty and I was loaded, just happened. I’m sure you can relate.” He shrugs nonchalantly. 

Your brows tighten and you shake your head a no. You couldn't relate. “I-no. I-i've done anything like that before.” Your arms are crossed again, hiding your insecure body from his concerned gaze. Concerned with your stuttering and frown. 

He doesn't look like he follows, he’s worried. “You never what, Andrea?”

Your nostrils flare in embarrassment. Feeling like you were in sixth grade again having to cover your ears when the big kids talk about their love lives. Feeling like you did when you would be pressed about your embarrassing juvenile experimental phase, in front of Javi. 

Had a one night stand, you murmur. And Javi tries his best to hide his shock. It was true, sure in high school you did all the blow job, hand job stuff at parties but when it came down to having sex, actual sex , you had only done it with Xavier. You couldnt picture being that vulnerable with him, but you were, so you sure as hell couldn’t fathom fucking a stranger. Javi utters an Oh. 

“Why?”

Dangerous. Dangerous game , you think. Asking why, the why was detailed and sexual in nature. You’d have to be open about your sex life to him, it was foreign and a risk. A risk when you already feel a pit in your stomach with just him looking at you. You were afraid that he’d say something that would make you crawl into his lap and get another taste. 

Another taste. 

“I-I didn't have, you know, I-” Strong start Andrea, you're thinking of getting on him but cant even get a sentence out. He’s watching you now with a new look, half lidded eyes. You let out a shaky breath, “Uh, I didn't really have any positive sexual experiences so I just never felt like trying again.” Fuck, you sounded like you never want to try again. That wasn't true, and with the way Javier's chest expanded, you sure as hell wanted to try again. “Not-like-not that I never want to try again but just-jesus christ you still make me fucking nervous.” You huff and Javier doesn't even smile, his brows just knead closer in concern at your bashful face. 

He tenses up a bit and digs a hand into his pocket retrieving his pack and lighter. “Need one?” He teases, thinning out the uncomfortable air you built. You laugh away the nerves. 

“Fuck off…” You swat his extended hand and he flinches and shrugs in defeat before lighting up. His ability to make you feel safe, comfortable and honest never failed to make your heart swell. He was the only person who could do it for you. He could build you up with just a look, that was even scarier. 

He drags, and blows out the right side of his mouth to keep the smoke from blowing in your face. You felt so silly. Your stomach flipped at the small action. You had been infuriated with him for so many years, he broke your heart and didn't care to apologize. Even in college when you had convinced yourself you were over him, when you would cry about your father, the tears turned to ones falling for Javi. You were so fucking hurt by him, but now he’s here and you just want him close. 

You don't know where it came from but the moment it left your lips, you could feel a skip in your chest and a burn in your eyes. 

“What would've happened if I told you to stay all those years in your kitchen?” Your voice is weak, similar to the way it sounded when you said bye to him all those years ago, back when the feeling of your heart being crushed was fresh and hurt all the same. 

“Andrea…” He warns but you couldn't seem to care. Your eyes are threatening to break into tears and sobs. 

“Javi, please-you-you broke my heart then, i need an answer please.” Your voice cracks and the fact that your tears don't fall shocks you, it probably shocked him. Javier closes his eyes for a moment, hiding from your confrontation. “What would've happened?”

It's silent. All that is heard is the trees on his right moving with the late night May wind. The sound of some cars on the roads below. You're alone with Javier Peña on the tailgate of his truck, asking him the question that circled your head for years. 

It spun, and got trapped in a web of questions and fears at the corner of your mind. Stuck next to the conversation you had with his father years ago where he said that Javier was in love with you. Just the thought makes your chest cave, you can't ask that question. Did you love me Javi? You couldn't ask that. 

The silence dies with the smoothness and softness that is Javi’s voice. “I think I would have wanted to be with you.”

You bring up your hand under your eyes as you pinch the bridge of your nose to stop whatever tear threatens to fall. Not now, not in front of him. Not again. You needed time to process, you gave him silence right back. You deprived him of a glance, keeping your eyes closed. 

“Wanted to be with me? Or just be with me? Did-you want me before? To be your girl?” You look now and he’s giving you that same earth shattering look he did in his kitchen. His face was so full of worry and pure nervousness. It was the first time since he came back where you had seen that boyish look on him, it took you back. 

His hand reaches over to rub the back of his neck, “I’m not sure Andrea. I was with Lorraine and your brother-”

Your chin quivers with a scoff, “God don’t bullshit me. You kissed me the second you broke up with her and if you cared about how Frankie felt you wouldn't have put your fucking hands up the dress of his little sister.” Your voice raises and Javier is sitting up straight now with a bit of anger in his eyes. 

“Don’t put it that way Andrea.” He hisses and your cheeks heat with anger this time.

“Put it in what way? Does the truth bother you Javi? You fucking got back with her two days later and didn't have the decency to tell me you were leaving!” You're glad you're not one of those people who cry when they're angry, that tightness in your throat quickly flipped into a flush against your chest. Javier can't even look at you, of course he can't. “If we hadn't been interrupted what would have happened? Huh?” You tilt your head and you watch as his jaw clenches. 

“Would you have fucked me in your truck, take my virginity and then what? Get back with your cheating girlfriend and hide your dirty secret from Frankie? Jesus Christ Javi, just take me home.” You snap, and make your way off the truck. Your chest rising in anger, you hear the metal creaking as he follows behind you. You close your eyes tightly feeling the slightest bit of remorse for bringing up Lorraine. You hear him shut the tailgate door with a slam. 

You circle the truck and reach the passenger door, pulling its locked handle. Wanting to shriek at the thought of having to ask him to unlock the door after storming away from him. You huff, “Javi can you please unlock-”

You’re cut off by a quick spin and your back hitting the truck door. Javier’s hand holding your face and his lips. His lips shutting you up. Despite your heart beating quick from your anger, your hands find his hips immediately pulling him flush against you. Wanting his body weight on you as much as possible, your lips slipping with his. It isn't sweet or soft or calm. You could feel his primal want in it, and you love the taste and you're so fucking pissed. He groans against your plump wet lips when your fingers tighten on his hips. It's carnal, the way he presses his body harder into you, completely crowding and covering you. It’s familiar. Like the first time.

His palm swallows your entire cheek but it moves down to your throat with a grip. Your mouth falls open at the sudden lack of air, Javi takes no time in licking you. You take no time wetting him right back. It was like the first time, but far less innocent. You whine when he parts, his open saturated mouth dragging to your cheek leaving a bit of a mess. “Didn’t expect you to be such a fucking brat when I came home” He grunts into your ear, the slick sticking to your panties spreading with his voice. You dig your nails into his hip bone and he teeths at your ear lobe. “You used to be good.” 

He kisses the space below your ear and jaw. Your hands move to thread in his hair, you're a panting mess. You're so achy and wet you can't think straight, “I’m still good.” you murmur and Javier chuckles against your neck as he sucks. His grip on your hip was strong enough to practically manhandle you, he moves the two of you a few inches away from the door. You're so entranced by his lips on your neck that you don't notice him opening the door and sitting you on the seat, your knees still facing him as he continues to kiss you from outside the car. 

His body is in between your thighs as Javi drags his lips to the column of your throat. “I won't leave a mark querida,” He reassures you but you were so turned on you hadn't even fathomed the consequences that came with him touching you like this. You just nod desperately, shifting yourself closer to the edge of the seat to press your throbbing core against his stomach. Your ankles wrapped around his waist.

 He parts from you, his eyes raking over you, you finally get to take him in. His lips stained with what was left of your lipstick, god you were so fucking wet. 

“Lift your dress.” He demands. Your heart leaps, lips catching in between your teeth and you know the sight wrecks him. Nerves settling in realizing he was going to fuck you, right here. Your cunt clenches at the thought, you hadn't had anyone-anything in you in years. Even when you touched yourself it hurt like the first time, you don't know how it was going to feel after 3 years. But Javier settles your heels on the edge of the car where the door should be, his hand on your knee spreading you open a bit. His mouth was parted, wet and perfect. Your hands found the bottom of your dress and you lift, exposing your light pink panties to Javi. 

His nostrils flare and his lips quirk for a moment. His hands fall on both of your knees and spread you further, your nervous bite on your bottom lip is lethal, watching him look at you like this. How had you two been arguing just 3 minutes ago? You know his small smile is at the dark wet mark on your panties. He sinks to his knees.

The car gave him perfect leverage for your pulsing core to be at the perfect level. Oh. Was he? 

“Javi, please,” You whine, your hips grinding into the seat but his death grip on your knees prevents you from feeling any release. He shushes you with a kiss on your inner thigh. He kisses, and then sucks, knowing he can leave you marks down there. No one will see. He sucks, licks and drags his teeth against your thigh.

 His lips parting as his hand from your knees move to sooth the pink and red and spotted mark so close to your pussy. He notices quickly that without his hands holding you open, your achy and shaking body forces your knees to close him between your thighs. He chuckles, looking up at your face, you can't imagine how lewd you look but his smile fades. His eyes drop back down to what's in front of him, “Pull your panties to the side baby.” 

Your left hand is gripping your dress and your right stutters as it drags down and grazes the large wet spot.

  Oh my gosh. 

You hold your breath as your fingers hook under the fabric, pulling it away from your doused core, a string of your own arousal getting dragged with the pull of the underwear. Javi groans and stares like he’s starved. A gluttonous look that is nothing short of tragic. You have never been this exposed in front of someone, not with their face so close to you. Not being able to feel his breath so close, never.  “Jesus christ, fuck-” He’s stumbling over his words and a warmth spreads across your covered chest. He still has that look, primal. His eyes flick up to you, your mouth had been so open for so long your hand moved up to catch moisture from your bottom lip. “I’m going to eat your cunt okay?”

I’m going to eat your cunt 

You never-you- “Okay.” You agree and he wastes no time torturing you. The second his tongue is against you, you jolt forward in shock. You had never had someone lick you there, your stomach was tight immediately. His tongue hasn't even touched your clit yet, its just dragging and collecting all the arousal already there. His mustache prickling against that bundle of nerves, causing your hands to reach his shoulder to brace yourself. 

Your mouth is O shaped , as you moan, Javi, Javi, oh my god. You can barely keep your eyes open to watch him but you try because the sight of Javier fucking Peña between your legs is something you just cant miss. Javi finally moves his tongue upward, his moving jaw nearly prodding your entrance. The sensation is so new and intense your moans are no longer legible, just noises, no more names. And your fucking loud, you almost forget that he is on his knees and your halfway out the car with your dress rolled up. His tongue is working so deftly, you're practically leaking onto his jaw, making him a dripping mess. 

An image of Xavier flashes in your head, maybe if you did it more often I would. Insecurity rushes you suddenly, you try to speak but Javier’s licking is making it almost impossible. 

“Ja-Javi, you-fuck” You fold over again when his tongue drags down to your entrance. “Javi-you don't have to, I can-ngh-If you want me give you a blow job I will but-but don't feel like you-” His hands grip your thighs and his mouth parts from you for a moment, looking up at you with a furrowed brow. God you really are making a mess on his face, his mustache is shimmering and his chin drips. 

“Andrea, what are you talking about?” Your brows raise, oh.

“I-I’m sorry I just thought-sorry just with Xavier he-”

Javier clenches his jaw at the mention yet also at the realization. Javier shakes his head and moves his head back into your core, continuing. Lick, “Next time I see him…good god.” He grumbles against you and the feeling is so good again that you can't seem to care about your awkward intermission. 

“You taste so sweet, querida.” He moans into you and moves his feasting back up to your swollen bud. You were so close, your back arches with your head thrown back, ears close to ringing. 

But suddenly his mouth is detached and your dress is tugged back over your knees. Javier is stood quickly, wiping his chin and pulling you up right. You're in so much pain from the close orgasm, you're panting with tears in your eyes to notice that Javier is talking to you. To fucked to realize the cop car pulling up next to you two. “Andrea, cmon.” He pats your knee softly as the cop car settles.

The click of the car snaps you from your trance, your dress covering you but your panties are still damp and misplaced. Javier stands in front of you with his hand reached behind him on your knee. Still needing to brace yourself, your hands grip his wrist.

You could see Javier’s lips quirk a bit at your hold, the cop exits the vehicle. A familiar face, an officer you’ve seen around. You just pray he doesn't know either of you. He’s tall and maybe in his early thirties with his hands on his waist. Guess the mustache was just trendy for men in service. He mirrored Javier in looks, just tanner and thinner. Sunglasses folding in his hand. “Good evening officer.” Javier says with a nod.

The officer tilts his head to look at you. Your face had it written all over you, your eye glanced at the side view. Your hair was slightly messed and your cheeks were stained red. “Javier Peña verdad? DEA, he oído.” The cop flashes a smile and your stomach turns at the thought of the Officer possibly knowing you. Javier waves his hand away from you. You frown at the action. 

He crosses his arms, stepping away from you as you sat behind him. “Sí. Hay algun problema, señor?”

The cop shakes his head before looking over his shoulder and then back to you. “Just making sure we don't have anyone causing a disturbance up here, what's your lady friend's name?” He steps to the left to get a better view of you, you had discreetly fixed your hair behind Javier’s broad shoulders a few seconds before. Your eyes stupidly snap to Javier's waist then pants, seeing his obvious bulge pressing against the denim. Eyes wide when Javi shoots you a warning glance. You feel dizzy and want him back in between your legs. 

Your tongue wets your dry lips and you look back to the officer that had a fiendish stare on your body. “Drea sir, my name is Drea.” You reach a hand out and he shakes it in return. Javier has a possessive eye trained on you. The officer grips your hand a second too long and Javier clears his throat.

“Well officer…” Javier’s eyes narrow at the tag on his chest, “Officer Flores. Me and Drea were just leaving.”

The officer still has a stare on you, his eyes narrowing, scanning your face, then your body with a gawk at your breasts, before looking back to Javi who kept his stoic face. Officer Flores nods to Javier in what you can only take as approval, it makes you sick for a moment. What the fuck was that?

Luckily, Javier does not entertain the cave-man-ish gesture. You want to reach out to hold him again, feeling uneasy about the entire exchange. “Well, I’ll let you two get going, have a good night.” The officer calls before adjusting his belt and turn on his heels. 

Javier wastes no time shaking his head and tilting his head at you to sit correctly in the car before closing the door on you. Your hands fall to the hem of your dress immediately, lifting it to readjust your panties. By the time your hand is reaching between your legs Javier is opening the drivers side. Stopping in his tracks at your position, your cheeks heat and your panties snap against your skin. 

He lets out a struggled breath before deciding to ignore how insatiable agonizing the sight was for him. Your eyes settle to his lap as he turns the key, his arm flexing with the stutter. His arm settles next to the console as he pulls from the parking lot. For a moment you think of grabbing his wrist and placing it between your legs.

But your mind disagrees. You just close your eyes with your chest filling with an intense emotion you can't describe. You look to him and he has a similar silent smile as he drive quietly down the mountain. 

Feeling brand new. You were going to kick your feet and scream into your pillow when you got home.

A/N: Guyssssss the slow burn has officially been put out OMG. I haven't written smut in years but I've been compiling smut prompts about Javi and Andrea since chapter one, trust they will be used.

They still have so much story left, I hope you love my babies like me. See you next chapter!

#javier peña #javier peña x ofc #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena x you #javier peña smut #ao3 #fanfic #javier peña narcos #javier pena x reader

[relatableblorbopoll]

Preliminaries

Here's how it will work:

The first round will consist of 18 polls of 6 participants each, the first two places get a place on the bracket

For the second round, there will be 12 polls of 6 participants each, the first two places get a place on the bracket

The third round will consist of 4 polls of 12 participants each where there will be a (metaphorical) knife battle to the death where only one character from each poll will get in the bracket

All pairings of groups are randomly generated

Check after the read more for the full list of participants and for the groups of the first round of preliminaries

Group 1 poll

Nimona (Nimona)

Twelfth Doctor (Doctor Who)

Blue/Green Oak (Pokémon Green/Blue/Red)

Jack Reacher (Reacher Series)

Tsubakura Enraku (Len'en Project)

Albedo (Genshin Impact)

Group 2 poll

Jessica Day (New Girl)

Daniel LaRusso (Karate Kid)

Omota Uramichi (Life Lessons with Uramichi Oniisan)

Jack Spicer (Xiaolin Showdown)

Hatsune Miku (Vocaloid)

Eichi Tenshouin (Ensemble Stars)

Group 3 poll

Conner Bailey (The Land of Stories)

Lucy Honeychurch (A Room With A View)

Greg Heffley (Diary of a Wimpy Kid)

Gideon Nav (The Locked Tomb)

Akaashi Keiji (Haikyuu!!)

Burgerpants (Undertale)

Group 4 poll

Legosi (Beastars)

Stephen Stills (Scott Pilgrim comics)

Sunny (Omori)

Tony Stark (Marvel Avengers)

Rookie (Club Penguin)

Charlie Morningstar (Hazbin Hotel)

Grupo 5 poll

Melissa Chase (Milo Murphy’s Law)

Candace Flynn (Phineas and Ferb)

V-Flower (Vocaloid)

Ciaphas Cain (Warhammer 40k)

Percy Jackson (Percy Jackson series)

MK (Lego Monkie Kid)

Group 6 poll

Jesper Fahey (Six of Crows)

Crowley (Good Omens)

Dave Strider (Homestuck)

Junior (Total Drama Presents: The Ridonculous Race)

Kim Dokja (Omnicient Reader's Viewpoint)

Donutella (Tokidoki)

Group 7 poll

Rigby (Regular Show)

Angua (Discworld)

Cao Weining (Word of Honor)

Aang (Avatar: The Last Air Bender)

Okuyasu Nijimura (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)

Shin Tsukimi (Your Turn to Die)

Group 8 poll

Stanford Pines (Gravity Falls)

Miles "Tails" Prower (Sonic The Hedgehog Franchise)

Jonathan Sims (The Magnus Archives)

Ford Prefect (The Hitchhiker’s guide to the Galaxy)

Shaun Murphy (The Good Doctor)

Sonic (Sonic The Hedgehog Franchise)

Group 9 poll

Overlord (Bad End Theater)

Denji (Chainsaw Man)

Abed Nadir (NBC Community)

Entrapta (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power)

Gren (The Dragon Prince)

Ocean O'Connell Rosenberg (Ride The Cyclone)

Group 10 poll

Nagisa Ran (Ensemble Stars)

Waver Velvet (Fate series /The Case Files of Lord El-Melloi II)

Shuichi Saihara (Danganronpa V3)

Opossums (real life)

Midori Takamine (Ensemble Stars!! Music)

Seven of nine (Star Trek)

Group 11 poll

Mae Borowski (Night in the Woods)

Shigeo Kageyama / Mob (Mob Psycho 100)

Barry the Quokka (The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog)

Kaveh (Genshin Impact)

Yusuke Kitagawa (Persona 5)

Nanami Kento (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Group 12 poll

Rod (Avenue Q)

Missi (Vampair Series)

Lia (The Music Freaks)

Sand (Only Friends)

Pa Jindapat (Bad Buddy)

Sara Murphy (Milo Murphy’s Law)

Group 13 poll

Cecil Gershwin Palmer (Welcome to Night Vale)

Noah (Total Drama Series)

Basil (Omori)

Stanley Pines (Gravity Falls)

Wen Ning (Mo Dao Zu Shi/The Untamed)

Nick (Only Friends)

Group 14 poll

Oz Vessalius (Pandora Hearts)

Sound (My School President)

Luz Noceda (The Owl House)

Gundham Tanaka (Super Danganronpa 2)

Saiki Kusuo (Saiki Kusuo no Psi Nan/The Disastrous Life of Saiki K)

Drew (The Music Freaks)

Group 15 poll

Wen Kexing (Tian Ya Ke / Faraway Wanderers)

Homura Akemi (Puella Magi Madoka Magica)

Nico di Angelo (Percy Jackson Series)

Heinz Doofenshmirtz (Phineas and Ferb)

Reki Kyan (Sk8 the Infinity)

q!Quackity (QSMP)

Group 16 poll

Parker (Leverage)

Gudetama (Sanrio)

Finn the Human (Adventure Time)

Rain O'Fire Frazier (Worm)

Piper Mclean (Heroes of the Olympus)

Norma Khan (Dead End Paranormal Park)

Group 17 poll

Berdly (Deltarune)

Hamlet (Hamlet)

Squidward Tentacles (Spongebob)

Hunter (The Owl House)

Szeth-son-son-Vallano (The Stormlight Archive)

Nami (One Piece)

Group 18 poll

Tobias (Animorphs)

Isaac O'Connor (Paranatural)

Trisana Chandler / Tris (Emelan book series)

Sokka (Avatar: The Last Air Bender)

Haruhi Fujioka (Ouran Highschool Hostclub)

Shinji Ikari (Evangelion)

#relatable blorbo poll #tumblr tournament #tumblr tourney #tumblr polls #preliminaries #character bracket

[theheightofdishonor]

ugh that ask really did have me thinking about the sheriff and how much i cannot stand that man.

like i'm generally very very lenient with characters that only care about one or a couple people. especially when the people they care for are ones that i also care for like stiles in this instance. but with sheriff stilinski, i just can not. It's a mixture of

a) the hypocrisy

b) that he's leveraging the law against characters I like (listen, if he was throwing peter into a prison cell, that's one thing. but it's not, it's kira.)

c) the whole white male cop that actively abbets his white male son's multiple crimes while crucifying everyone else thing is too close to reality for me.

and d) as an extension of the above, the way that teen wolf gives him a leniency that it doesn't allow any of the other parents in the narrative because of the color of his skin and his gender. And mind you, I tend to stay out of conversations around fandom racism because i don't come here to reflect on how fandom and media are extensions of issues i face irl. However in certain instances like this, it's impossible to avoid discussing that sheriff stilinski is given grace by the narrative. The way that he (and Chris) are allowed to single-mindedly protect his son and not be condemned by the narrative when Victoria and Lydia's mom are both seen as wrong for it, when Noshiko is needlessly rendered powerless. It's how we get to see Melissa care about Stiles as her own time and time again and Stilinski never extends that concern to Scott, or Lydia, or any of Stiles's friends or even Melissa who's his friend. The sheriff is allowed to take unsavory actions to protect his own but Noshiko and Ken, who have been fully informed about the supernatural world for ages, one of whom is a nine tailed kitsune, isn't allowed to do so. It's the same way that we never get insights into Boyd or Erica or Mason's families but we learn about Isaac's father. How we get an entire season of Argent family history and tons about the Hales and nothing about the McCalls. It's about how the dream sequence gave us meaningful looks into Lydia and Stiles's families and then that random thing with Roxy for Scott when the circumstances around Rafael leaving was right there for the picking, and just as important to his character as Stiles's or Lydia's mothers were to them (-don't argue with me about this, i understand that a lot of you have have analyzed that scene to hell and back and rendered some meaning out of it and while i appreciate the effort, we simply disagree on this scene)

Anyway I just wanted to rant a little bit because that ask had me thinking about it. And now i'd rather not think about it so I might just mute the notifs on that ask.

Ofc if you like stilinski, good for you, i really don't care, don't come into my inbox about it, please and thank you.

#teen wolf #anti sheriff stilinski #i apologize in advance if you came across this in his tags and didn't want to #however i do like keeping my original posts tagged

[pocketramblr]

(if the ask game is still open) megamind au for the mha crew? 👀

Ok so when I think of the megamind aesthetic, gonna be honest, the only one who can come close is Toshinori's villain outfit so expect this to get derailed...

1- on his home planet, Toshinori is considered weak and powerless, but Mirai, his family minion, can receive visions of the future and declares Toshinori will be very strong one day. Uh, and also that the planet is going to explode. His parents put Toshinori and Mirai on a lot escape pod and yeet him as the planet dies. On a neighboring planet, a shapeshifting baby, even younger than Toshinori, is also yeeted.

2- Toshinori grows up on earth around the dubious influence of Sorahiko (no hero system to conveniently align his morality to), Nana (has more convictions than Sorahiko but doesn't exactly prioritize legalities either), En (straight up thief), Giran (you know me), and while he always has the drive to help people- especially after learning that he can charge up power from the yellow sun in order to get up to three hours of strength in a boosted body- the first attempt at this goes... Badly. He helps save a family from a car wreck, but his inhuman eyes and smoking form scare them and he's attacked. But he tries again! And this time a young woman shows up dressed like a superhero in a comic, declares herself Lady Nagant, a natural born hero, and shapeshifts her arm into a gun. Toshinori quickly exits when he realizes he won't be able to talk her down, and on getting home, everyone decides if he's going to be treated like a villain and monster for trying to help people, might as well embrace that. Cue an absolute incredible villain costume

3- Mirai has a vision of a scientist working to help them engineer weapons to give them an edge against Nagant, so Toshinori and he go to Professor Shield. Mirai suggests kidnapping the man's daughter to hold as leverage, but Toshinori doesn't want to involve children and also is pretty sure that's a great way for David to put a bomb in anything he builds for Toshinori to hold closely. But turns out David doesn't need convincing! He's 100% on Toshinori's side, but the decide that to protect the Shields, they will all pretend that they are hostages. This means whenever Toshinori is arrested, Mirai grabs Melissa and leaves, and it's a fifty fifty chance if David follows because he can't lose her too, or if he's rescued for a few days before Toshinori escapes and collects him again. David is kept in increasingly secure bases each time in an attempt to stop this from happening but nothing ever works lol

4- the only person who suspects something else is going on with that professor is photographer and reporter Tokuda Taneo, but he's still chasing the story behind both villain and Nagant. Endeavor is the warden and he has a completely one sided rivalry with Toshinori, even attempting to get his kids in on it. Only Touya throws himself into this with enthusiasm, and Toshinori is kinda perturbed that Enji would use a child like that. This offends him, since Toshinori clearly doesn't have a problem using the Professor's child against him, so really Enji is worthy of it too. Toshinori decides to leave that bag of crazy alone and focus on escape plans.

5- so, Nagant landed in the home of a rich politician, but when she was young she was fully turned over to the government to make a superhero. She was happy for this at first, and gave herself bright purple hair (she was under orders to look human, but she pointed out that would be possible with hair dye, and it did make her look more like a comic book hero. She also made herself look older than the teenager she was at her debut). But eventually she got worse and worse orders, and kept being told to just kill Toshinori instead of taking him in, and the branch broke when they told her to kill the Shields as well, since the hostage thing was a farce. Nagant pointed out that even if David was a villian, Melissa was a kid who was a baby when this all started. Her handler doesn't care. The worst Toshinori's really done is waste taxpayer money on the prison continually being rebuilt. Her handler doesn't care. They want to finish up this All Smite job so Nagant can move on to more important cases. Nagant picks up that this is bad, but her only way out would be if she dies so....

A fake death it is! David is pretty sure he's used copper in other machines before but ok, whatever, they won! And Toshinori mostly leaves ruling to Mirai because he believes it's important for the city to have a hero and they accidentally gave another kid shape shifting abilities, but young Keigo wants to be a hero so badly and is picking it up too like a natural! And turns out Toshinori really likes mentoring... But then Keigo gets grabbed by the government too and leaves a note that he's running away with his mom for a better life, so Toshinori, alone, isn't having the best day when he runs into a boy even younger than Melissa who asks if he can be a hero without a power. Toshinori wonders why he never thought of that, and says he can.

Mirai does not approve of Toshinori wasting time training another new hero, this one without any powers- but when he has a vision of Keigo standing over Toshinori's body, bloody feather in hand, he gets even more desperate to convince him. When Toshinori refuses, Mirai leaves.

(in the other room, David frowns, and begins working on altering a hologram so it can fit around a person in disguise, making them look like Toshinori. He's learned over the years that Mirai's visions can't be prevented, but they sure as hell can be misinterpreted)

#pocket talks to people #anon #ask game #long post

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Has someone written me a fanfiction yet where Eliot is on the date night the entire time with Hardison and Parker in The Date Night Job?

#please I need it so much #eliot spencer #parker #alec hardison #leverage ot3 #leverage #melissa og #melissa on leverage

[my-mt-heart]

I agree to trust Melissa's judgment. but we still don't know who she will be in s2. she still has a contract that she has to fulfill and maybe she just doesn't have a choice. Also, I don't think Norman expected such a reaction to his spinoff after Melissa left. his decision played a cruel joke on him. that's why he was so angry with the fans. he wrote something and deleted it. wrote and deleted. he argued with the writers of articles, fans, blocked people to the right and to the left. I think he just thought that Daryl's fans would be enough. and Carol/Caryl fans will just happily accept "I love You" at the end of TWD and retire

The writing is a big unknown, that is true since we don’t know who’s really controlling it or who will be in the next day or so, but I do know that Melissa isn’t being forced to work on the show and I believe she has the leverage to get things she wants for Carol’s and Caryl’s arc, so I have hope at least. While at the same time, I intend to hold AMC accountable if the manipulation tactics continue.

Again, I’m not at all happy about what I’ve seen and heard all year. That doesn’t mean circumstances haven’t changed or that they can’t change, which is also why I keep saying to trust Melissa’s judgment. But I think we need to see proof of it in the context of the show before we can move past it, and I worry that AMC has no problem making us wait more than we already have.

#caryl #caryl spinoff #carol peletier #melissa mcbride #darylneedscarol

[i-have-so-many-qns]

I AM LOVING THIS...

The story is so good. The voice acting is phenomenal. I find myself getting irritated by the characters' actions, laughing with them or at them, sympathising with them.. its really fun.

Created by Aaron Mahnke who also does the Lore podcast. Which got 2 seasons on Amazon Prime

Written and directed by Lauren Shippen

Star cast: Misha Collins (Supernatural), Melissa Ponzio (Teen Wolf), Karan Soni (Deadpool), Nathan Fillion (Firefly, The Recruit), Hilarie Burton Morgan (One Tree Hill, White Collar), Wil Wheaton (Star Trek, Leverage, TBBT), Kristin Bauer (True Blood), Alan Tudyke (Firefly)... many others who i am not familiar with by they are brilliant im this...

#bridgewater #aaron mahnke #lore #amazon prime #spotify #nathan fillion #firefly #the recruit #misha collins #supernatural #melissa ponzio #teen wolf #kristin bauer #true blood #hilarie burton #one tree hill #white collar #wil wheaton #star trek #the big bang theory #leverage #alan tudyk #mine #not so random thoughts #I'm mildly obsessed with this show

[abbatoirablaze]

Ex Wive's Club, Chapter 5

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings:  angst, mentions of disappearances, sneaky! Steve, mentions of injury to a child.

Bucky/Mel

“They almost always side with the mother in custody cases…”Your lawyer said with a sad smile.  Your heart felt like it dropped into the pit of your stomach with the look they were giving you. 

“But?” you asked gently, “why are you looking sad?  I’m the mother.  I have a stable income.  I-“

“You’re an exotic dancer, Melissa,” your lawyer began sadly, “and Mr. Barnes has-“

“Steve,” you finished, knowing that’s where the conversation was ultimately heading.  He nodded and you scoffed, “you know…the great Captain America isn’t as golden as the world gets to see.  Steve’s a-“

“Mrs. Barnes…don’t finish that sentence,” your lawyer advised, “Captain America is a beloved figure here…”

“I don’t give a damn,” You growled, cutting their thoughts short, “Steve is nothing but a conniving, manipulative ass…and he’s not the one I’m going up against.  It’s James.  Now are you going to help me, or not?”

Seven lawyers.

Two different court cases.

The first judge had sided with you, saying that you were to get custody of Jasper in the divorce, with Bucky having sporadic visits due to his schedule with the Avengers. 

Only, Steve didn’t like that answer. 

And two days later it was all over the news that your judge was biased against superheroes because of his wife being one of their unfortunate casualties in defense of the city years ago when the Avengers had gone up against aliens in New York.   Soon after that your lawyer was refusing to go back to trial…before they disappeared. 

After the second and third lawyers ran off without a trace it was harder to find someone to take the case.  You managed to start the second court case on lawyer number four.

But the first day in, Bucky and Steve turned over tapes of the lawyer meeting with a court bailiff, which caused them both to get dismissed because of ‘suspicious actions’  The fifth took the case, only to recuse themselves once they realized Steve was in the courtroom, and the sixth quit after their brake lines were cut and they were t-boned at an intersection. 

And so, you had managed to go it alone.  Until you met your current lawyer. 

He was nervous and unsure about taking the case to begin with, but saw how desperate you were.  Jasper was old enough to understand things, and he saw the constant bickering back and forth of you on your phone with his father.  He heard the endless arguments, and saw how distraught you had been after each lawyer managed to disappear. 

He saw Steve show up to the apartments that you’d rented time and time again, harassing you to let Bucky see him.  He used his own stardom as leverage, telling your landlords and neighbors horrible lies about you until they alienated you and kicked you out. 

And you felt all the rage deep within you as you watch Steve get called up to speak about Bucky’s character. 

“Would you please state your name for the court.”

“Captain Steven Grant Rogers,” he smiled charmingly, looking around the court, “though you may know me by another name; Captain America.”

“Captain…we’re here today to discuss your relationship with James and Melissa Barnes and how you’ve come to know them.”

Steve gave a slight frown, his jaw ticking at the mention of your name, “They are divorced.  She’s not a ‘Barnes’.  Can you not refer to her by my best friend’s last name?”

“Does it bother you, captain?” your lawyer asked, “that she-“

“She used my best friend,” Steve said quickly, cutting your lawyer off, “of course it bothers me.  She’s a stripper who used Buck and tricked him into marrying her and knocking her up!”

You looked at Bucky, but he kept his gaze set on Steve.  Your lawyer’s voice cut into your own sadness once more, pulling you out of the once happy memories you shared with your now ex-husband, “Captain Rogers…the relationship appears to be consensual and loving up un-“

“She tricked him!” Steve accused, “I’m the only one that truly knows Buck.  The real Buck.  The guy who was in love with his country.  The man who fought for it.  A fun-loving, charming man.  But Buck changed back when Hydra took him and turned him into a weapon.  And when he went to Wakanda and had their programming removed, it left him feeling empty.  Sure…a good bit of that void was filled when he found his daughter Cami and adopted her, but Buck needed love from a good woman…he needed a wife.  His family was gone, and the extended version of it wanted nothing to do with him.  All anyone saw was his arm and the Winter Soldier.”

“But not Mrs. Barnes…”

“Missy is a stripper at a club we went to,” Steve snarled, “a few mutual friends wanted us to get out there…we were single dads after all…we are…she took advantage of that fact.  Took advantage of Buck’s loneliness…”

“Mr. Rogers we don’t need any speculation on what you think the relationship was like,” your lawyer began, “we just need the fac-“

“It’s captain.”

“Excuse me?”

“You called me Mr. Rogers,” Steve said firmly, “I’m a Captain, and I would prefer to be addressed as such.  I fought long enough for our country, and I have earned the title of Captain.”

“Of course…my apologies, captain,” he began, “now, back to my original question of Mr. Barnes’ character…how would you describe him?”

“Bucky is the best man I’ve ever met.  I could speak on his character for days!” Steve grinned, returning to his charming front, “he’s been the one person I knew I could count on no matter how crazy the world has gotten.”

“And how is he as a father?”

“Excellent,” Steve beamed, “his daughter Cami gets straight A’s in school.  She’s got a tutor, and Buck always makes sure they spend quality time together outside of her extra-curricular activities.  He’s raised a real well-rounded, swell gal.”

“Well, Captain Rogers, Mrs. Barnes had a hand in raising young Cami,” your lawyer reminded Steve, “she’s been in her life since she was six or seven, isn’t that correct?”

“Missy didn’t raise Cami.  Buck did.”

“Endless missions for the Avengers,” your lawyer shrugged, “Mr. Barnes was a busy man.”

“Buck, first of all, is a sergeant.  He earned his title for his country, just as I did.  And he only did those missions to protect every citizen here.  He’s a national hero just like the rest of us.  He shouldn’t be criticized because he wasn’t home all of the time…”

“But Mrs. Barnes was home all the time,” your lawyer said quickly, “shouldn’t she get some credit for how Mr. Barnes other child turned out?”

“No!” Steve said firmly, his jaw ticking.  He looked towards you and shot you another glare, “Missy doesn’t deserve any of the credit for how Cami turned out.”

The room was silent for a moment, tense in every sense of the word.  Bucky’s lawyer stood up quickly, “your honor…I would like to request a recess before cross-examination of the witness to Sergeant Barnes’ character.”

“Very well,” the judge said quickly, banging his gavel, “court will be in recess for fifteen minutes.  Then we will do the cross-examination of Captain Rogers.  Captain, you may step down…”

“Thank you, your honor.” Steve said sweetly, standing up to remove himself.  You watched as Bucky’s lawyer stood, and everyone began to file out of the court room.  Your ex-husband excused himself without a single glance to you, and made your way back to the adjoining room, where you knew Jasper was. 

As soon as the door clicked, your smile returned.  Your baby boy ran at you, attacking your legs in a hug, “Momma!”

“My sweet, precious boy,” you sighed, lifting your son up into your arms, “are you okay?  Is the court babysitter being good to you?  Did you have a snack?  Are you hungry?”

“Jasper has been a delight the whole day, Mrs. Barnes,” the middle-aged woman smiled, “nothing short of an angel.”

“Momma, I drew you and daddy!” Your heart ached as your son scrambled out of your arms and raced back to the table where a stick figure drawing sat with some discarded crayons, “is you and daddy and sissy.”

Your hand went to his hair, and you smoothed it down, “baby…it’s perfect…”

“Mrs. Barnes!” a voice said quickly.  You turned and noticed that it was one of the officers of the court, “we have to get back in a few minutes…and sergeant Barnes would like a moment to see Jasper.”

“Alright,” you nodded slowly.  You looked to your son once more, “baby…daddy wants to see you and mommy has-“

“No momma, don’t go,” Jasper begged, holding onto you.  You sighed and the door clicked open once more.  Your eyes met Bucky’s own sad, blue orbs, “momma, stay with me and daddy…”

“Baby…”

“Mommy’s going to be right outside,” Bucky said firmly, shooting you a look, “isn’t that right, Mel?”

“Y-yeah,” you nodded, trying to be fair about it, “baby…mommy’s just going to be right outside, okay?”

“Love you momma…”

“I love you too, baby.” You whispered, leaning down to kiss the top of his head.  He let you go, and you walked past Bucky.  You stopped short when you heard Jasper’s small voice as your hand turned the handle on the door.

“Momma, you love daddy too?”

“Of course, baby,” you whispered softly, not daring to turn and look Bucky in the eye; but you knew he heard you just the same, “mommy will always love daddy…”

The recess had been extended when your lawyer didn’t come back, leaving Bucky with more time in the room with Jasper, while you stood nervously at the door to the courtroom. 

Steve had made you all the more nervous, lurking around, talking to reporters and people who had come by to show there support for The avenger fighting a custody case, and people just wanting to show up for Captain America.

“You know…it’s not too late for all of this to be over, Mel.”

“Don’t talk to me, Steve,” you spat, barely giving him a look, “and don’t call me Mel…”

“I’m just trying to be cordial is all,” he shrugged, acting like he was the most innocent man on the face of the earth, “pretty wild that the case is dragging on, isn’t it?”

Your eyes shot to his, and he smiled, “What did you do, Rogers.”

“Me?  Nothing!  I didn’t do a thing,” he shrugged absentmindedly, “I just think its funny…it’s like the world doesn’t want you to have custody of Jasper.  Lawyer after lawyer disappearing or quitting.  Judges that dislike us so we have to reopen the case because of a bias…”

“Did you do something to my lawyer, Steve?”

He smiled a little bit more, “ a bit paranoid, are you?”

“So help me god, if you keep standing in my way, Steve, I-“

“You’ll what?” he taunted, his look turning deadly, while his voice remained low, “you’ll take us to court again?  How’s that working out for you, sweetheart?  I’ve seen that sweet little body move on a pole so I know how much it can make, but pretty soon all those court costs are going to start hemorrhaging your bank account.”

“You’re a snake in the grass,” you hissed, “and one day, you’ll get what’s coming to you…”

“Mmmm god, I hope so,” he all but purred, the smile returning to his face as he continued in his quiet tone, “hopefully it’s you begging on your hands and knees…you know, once you’re sad and desperate for it.  You’ll just be begging for me to fill up that tight little cu-“

His words were cut off by a harsh slap. 

The noise echoed through the crowded hall of the court room.  Everyone stopped what they were doing, and then before you could so much as process the fact that you had just slapped Steve cameras were flashing wildly, and your arms were being pulled quickly behind your back.

“Melissa Barnes, you’re under arrest for assaulting someone on courthouse grounds,” an officer began, the locks on the handcuffs clicking into place, “you have the right to remain silent.  You-“

“Captain Rogers are you alright?”

“YOU WON’T GET AWAY WITH THIS STEVE!” you yelled as the officers pulled you through the hallway and into a door away from the noise, “YOU AND JAMES WON’T GET MY SON!”

Ten days. 

You’d been locked up in a holding cell for ten days while they ‘processed’ what had happened at the courthouse. 

Bucky had gotten custody of Jasper, and you were locked up. 

It wasn’t fair in any sense of the word. 

“Barnes!” a voice called, forcing you to look up.  Your eyes were wide to see the door open.  Your mouth ran dry as the guard gestured for you to get up, “you’ve been bailed out!”

You didn’t wait. 

You followed the guard out of the cell and down the hall, all the way to a back ally where a car was waiting with tinted windows. 

Your brow furrowed and as you went to turn to ask the guard what was going on, you found that he was gone and that the door had already been closed, leaving you alone with the town car. 

A man walked around and opened the door. 

You gasped, “Cami…”

She gave you a soft smile and you got in.  When the door closed behind you, she pulled off her sunglasses. 

She’d had mascara running down her cheeks.  You didn’t hesitate to use your sleeves to wipe away the mess, “baby…baby no.  Why are you crying?  W-what’s wrong?”

“I-“

“Wait!” you exclaimed, cutting her off as you held her in your arms, “how did you get here?  You can’t be here, Cami.  What if your dad-“

“I stole the money from his safe to bail you out!” she said quickly, cutting you off this time, “I-I know what my dad and Steve did…and it wasn’t right.  I know that dad wanted Jasper…but this wasn’t…it’s not right mom…”

“You shouldn’t be here,” you said gently, holding onto her face, “oh baby, you shouldn’t be here.  Your dad will lose his mind if you aren’t home…or if he finds out the money is gone…”

“Dad and Steve took Jasper out…” she said quickly, “Sam knows I’m coming to get you…he’s been asking where you are, but Steve just keeps telling him you’re gone…when we found out that they had locked you up-Sam helped me mom…I had to come get you mom…”

“Oh baby…”

You broke down into tears with Cami, holding her in your arms while the driver made his way to your apartment.  When the two of you arrived, you were shocked.  The door was left wide open, the snow having traveled into the entryway of the apartment. 

“Mom…”

“Stay here Cami…”

“Mom you were robbed…” Cami said in disbelief, “mom we need to call the cops…”

“I wasn’t robbed…stay here, Cami!” you warned her.  She nodded and you made your way into the apartment.  It was completely trashed.  Words like ‘whore’ and ‘slut’ were spray painted across the beige walls in loud colors.  There was broken glass and pictures with your face x’ed out.  Your room was the same. 

It looked like most of your clothes and your bed was sliced open and the springs had begun to be pulled out.  Every material part of your life was destroyed, and you knew that it would cost a pretty penny to replace it all. 

You rushed to Jaspers room.

It was empty. 

All except for a little white note card that read two words. 

We win.

The tears began to fall down your cheeks once more as you instantly knew who it was from.  All of Jasper’s items were cleared out and that was the only room in the apartment that looked like it took no damage. 

Your stomach twisted in knots and while you knew Steve was responsible you desperately hoped that your ex-husband wasn’t in on it as well. 

“Oh my god….”

You turned on your heel and looked at Cami, eyes wide, “ I told you to stay outside.”

“I-It’s Sam,” she said quickly, holding out her phone, “mom…something happened to Jasper…we-we need to go to the hospital.”

Your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach as you grabbed the phone, “S-Sam…what happened?”

“You need to come to the hospital, Mel…trust me…get over here now.”

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?” Steve all but roared, glaring at you, “SHOULDN’T YOU BE IN JAIL?  SECURITY!”

“Hey…Hey-back up!” Sam began, glaring at the handful of security that had rushed towards Steve, “this is the mother of the child.  Back up!”

“Sam what the hell?” Bucky growled, glaring at him, “Mel, you aren’t supposed to be here!”

“What happened to Jasper?”

“Why is Cami with you?” Bucky asked, his brow furrowing, “Cami?  Baby doll why aren’t you at Sasha’s studying for that test?”

“What did you do to Jasper, James?”

“I didn’t do anything!” He growled, turning his attention towards you, “Mel, you need to leave!  Right now!”

“Actually, Mrs. Barnes is supposed to be here!” A woman’s voice began. 

“And who are you?” Steve hissed.

“I’m the social worker assigned to this case.”

Bucky looked like he’d been stabbed in the chest.  He took a step back, “-a-a case worker? What the hell do I need a caseworker for?”

“Well Mr. Barnes, had Jasper been a normal child, he would have been killed today!”

You gasped, your hands going to your mouth, “wh-what?  Jasper…is he?”

“Your son is fine for the most part!” the caseworker said sympathetically, looking towards you, “he did more damage to the bus than he received, I promise!”

“Bu-bus?”

She frowned, “Mrs. Barnes…how much do you know about the primary care of your son, Jasper, after Mr. Barnes got primary custody?”

“I-I slapped Steve at the courthouse and they had me locked up since the hearing,” You admitted nervously, “I-I didn’t know anything until just a little bit ago…I went to my apartment…and someone…broke in and took all of my son’s stuff, and then trashed my apartment.”

“Steve?” Bucky asked, looking wildly at his best friend for a moment.  Then he turned to you, “what do you mean your apartment was trashed, Mel?”

“Vagrants are wild in DC, Buck…I locked the door after the movers and I left…who knows what happened?”

For a moment it was like Bucky didn’t know what to believe.  His eyes turned towards his friend once more, before looking to the caseworker, “why are you here?”

“There was an emergency meeting at the courthouse just an hour ago while your son was undergoing scans, Mr. Barnes,” she said simply, “the judge watched security footage taken from a store across the street, and noticed that you weren’t even paying attention to young Jasper when he ran into open traffic.”

“Open traffic?”

It felt like your heart stopped when the woman said that, but Steve waved her off, “Jas is a strong kid…Buck was turning around to get a toy out of the bag…”

“That’s right, Captain Rogers, and it was you who overthrew the ball…the ball that made Jasper run out into traffic trying to get it!”

You turned towards Steve, and he rolled his eyes, “so I overthrew the ball.  It was an accident and Jasper is okay.  Everyone is oka-“

“Jasper has multiple lacerations and broken bones, Captain Rogers.  The fact that you and Mr. Barnes see no issue with that is-“

“I see the issues!” Bucky said quickly, cutting her off, “it shouldn’t have happened.  And it won’t happen again, I promise.  I just looked away for a second!  I-“

You’re right, Mr. Barnes,” the caseworker replied, “it won’t happen again.  After speaking with the judge, as well as some character witnesses around the tower and Jasper himself, and finding out that your daughter is the actual primary caregiver of your son, the state is awarding primary custody to Mrs. Barnes.”

“WHAT?”

“Effective immediately, Jasper will be in Mrs. Barnes care, Mr. Barnes!”

“YOU CAN’T DO THIS!” Bucky growled, glaring at the woman, “It was one mistake!  One accident!”

“An accident that could have costed him his life, had he not had the same abilities to you, Mr. Barnes,” she said sadly, “I’m sorry, but your ex wife will be given primary custody of Jasper, and you will have monitored visitations!  Mrs. Barnes…would you care to see your son?”

You nodded, and she led you away while Bucky punched a hole in the wall and stormed down the hall of the hospital, angrily yelling as he left. 

Chapter 6

Tag List:  @Cjand10, @huntress-artemiss, @lohnes16, @tenaciousperfectionunknown, @teambarnes72, @elbell20-blog

#ex wives club #sergeant james buchanan barnes #sergeant james barnes #james barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky #marvel #avengers #dark steve rogers #captain america #sam wilson

[bonkfan2003]

NGC null and VOID: Part 2: Oh how my heart breaks.

BREAKING NEWS

Local Huston Resident, Zachary Davis, was found dead in his home on September 10th. His neighbor, Carl Denver, reported a foul stench coming from the open door of Zachary's apartment. When he headed inside, he found the body of Zachary Davis partially decomposed. The police were called, and the apartment was investigated. In the apartment, police found a personal computer belonging to Zachary, it has been taken in as evidence, and there have been reports that the computers contain the last words of Zachary. These have not been shown to the public, but we will keep you informed.

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Item of Interest for the Davis case, personal computer. A .txt file was found on the desktop. What follows is the content of the file:

"The screen has gone black, I was just about to land the final blow on Red when it cut to...nothing. Everything hurts, I can feel all of the pain the other monsters felt when they died, but tenfold. I'm only writing this so I can try and focus on what happened. Is this another trick? Is this Red's way of cheating the game? He said he wouldn't break the rules, but maybe he was scared enough to break them? I can't think straight...I can barely move. Just walking to my PC felt like walking through flaming, acid drenched barbed wire.

Melissa, I'm sorry. I don't know if that was really you, or some sort of...illusion brought up by the game, but I am so so sorry. I had tried to get over your death, and for a while I had, but knowing that you could've been trapped like...that for so many years. I'm sorry for failing you, I could've saved you. I could've saved youfgtvr"

Zachary Davis was found laying face down on his keyboard. Autopsy shows that he must've died from extreme pain. The PC was connected to a TV, with an NES console plugged in. The TV itself was burnt out, will not turn back on. This case is still under investigation.

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Solomon had managed to get himself into a sitting position. Good news, he's not dead, bad news is that he can barely breathe. Godzilla and Anguirus didn't notice him it seemed, they walked off in some random direction away from him...the bastards. Solomon wouldn't give up just yet though, he had some fight left in him. Looking around, he was in some sort of black desert.

Large dunes of jet black sand, kilometers in height surrounded the valley he was in. Above all of it, a massive purple eye watched over him. It took up the entire sky, from one end of his vision to the next. A bright orange iris was directly above him, and he could barely see his own reflection in it, a tiny little prick of blue, cast against the fast blackness of the eye's pupil.

It was time to make a move, no sense in sitting here, getting watched by some massive eye. Solomon grit his teeth, and pulled his leg back, trying to get some leverage to stand up. Instead of bending upwards, it flopped downwards with a sickening crunch. The pain was dulled though, as his adrenaline was beginning to flow through his veins. He planted his arms, onto the ground, and lifted himself up, his right leg still bent backwards at the knee. His left leg was relatively fine, able to keep him standing.

He tries to take a step forward, but his left leg wobbles, and send him crashing to the ground. He growls in anger, and slowly picks himself back up, goes to take another step, and falls over again. Anger begins to rise as he looks down at his broken right leg, and in an act of fury, he fires off a heat beam, severing the limb from the knee down. He grabs the severed limb, and a handful of sand. Laying a line of sand in front of the limb, he uses his heat beam again, melting the sand into glass. After a while, the glass fully cools down, and Solomon stabs the long glass stick into his severed leg, creating a walking stick.

Slowly standing up again, Solomon puts some weight on the glass stick, and it doesn't shatter.

"Good, it'll hold for now." mutters Solomon, as he shakily begins to walk.

#nes godzilla creepypasta #ngc #nes godzilla #ngc: null & void #ngc solomon #ngc zachary

[raybyanothername]

There are perks to watching the Teen Wolf movie... mostly the rage-fueled dive back into the Ao3 tag. Every time I start reading Sterek fics I get distracted by Thiam. It's a whole Thing. I love it.

On the upside, I found a new author that's written *multiple* post-6B fics with Thiam *and* Stiles/Lydia/Derek (a ship I did not realize I liked until 3am on Wednesday). Nearly done with their entire catalog of fics. Maybe then I can leverage that into writing something.

It's been 10 days. I am concerned. But my brain has been swimming with a Mama McCall fic... and I haven't done anything with my Eli Hale theories yet. It only takes a small spark right?!

If I had the poll tool, I'd put one for Eli Nemeton conception versus Melissa with Theo angst, but... I think I know how it would turn out anyway.

#ray rambles #teen wolf #sterek #thiam #teen wolf movie #i'll write both eventually #probably #just as soon as i get the anxiety in my brain to shut up

[empress-of-snark]

Top 100 Ladies of TV

A challenge issued by @televinita that ended up being a lot harder than I expected?? For someone who watches as much TV as I do, this should’ve been a cakewalk but I was struggling.

Disclaimer: yeah, a few of these characters are technically from books that then got adapted into TV shows, which may be a bit of a cheat, but this is an arbitrary list that is completely meaningless to anyone who isn’t me, so I’ve decided that it’s not against the rules.

(sorted alphabetically by show title, in an additional level of organization that I couldn’t resist)

Janine Teagues (Abbott Elementary)

Barbara Howard (Abbott Elementary)

Melissa Schemmenti (Abbott Elementary)

Ava Coleman (Abbott Elementary)

Winifred ‘Fred’ Burkle (Angel the Series)

Katara (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Toph Beifong (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Azula (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Korra (Avatar: The Legend of Korra)

Asami Sato (Avatar: The Legend of Korra)

Lin Beifong (Avatar: The Legend of Korra)

Tina Belcher (Bob’s Burgers)

Louise Belcher (Bob’s Burgers)

Linda Belcher (Bob’s Burgers)

Amy Santiago (Brooklyn 99)

Rosa Diaz (Brooklyn 99)

Gina Linetti (Brooklyn 99)

Buffy Summers (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Willow Rosenberg (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Cordelia Chase (Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series)

Kate Beckett (Castle)

Alexis Castle (Castle)

Martha Rogers (Castle)

Robin Ellacott (CB Strike)

Annie Edison (Community)

Brittany Perry (Community)

Shirley Bennett (Community)

Erin Quinn (Derry Girls)

Michelle Mallon (Derry Girls)

Orla McCool (Derry Girls)

Clare Devlin (Derry Girls)

Sister Michael (Derry Girls)

Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)

Martha Jones (Doctor Who)

Donna Noble (Doctor Who)

Zoe Washburne (Firefly)

Kaylee Frye (Firefly)

Inara Serra (Firefly)

River Tam (Firefly)

Daphne Moon (Frasier)

Roz Doyle (Frasier)

Phoebe Buffay (Friends)

Monica Gellar (Friends)

Rachel Green (Friends)

Dorothy Zbornak (Golden Girls)

Rose Nylund (Golden Girls)

Blanche Devereaux (Golden Girls)

Sophia Petrillo (Golden Girls)

Mabel Pines (Gravity Falls)

Wendy Corduroy (Gravity Falls)

Pacifica Northwest (Gravity Falls)

Kim Possible

Parker (Leverage)

Sophie Devereaux (Leverage)

Judy Robinson (Lost in Space 2018)

Penny Robinson (Lost in Space 2018)

Maureen Robinson (Lost in Space 2018)

Dr. Smith/June Harris (Lost in Space 2018)

Guinevere (Merlin)

Morgana Pendragon (Merlin)

Ziva David (NCIS)

Abby Sciuto (NCIS)

Cecelia ‘Cece’ Parekh (New Girl)

Pam Beesly (The Office)

Mabel Mora (Only Murders in the Building)

Beatrice (Over the Garden Wall)

Leslie Knope (Parks and Recreation)

Ann Perkins (Parks and Recreation)

April Ludgate (Parks and Recreation)

Abby Maitland (Primeval)

Sarah Page (Primeval)

Jess Parker (Primeval)

Dani Powell (Prodigal Son)

Edrisa Tanaka (Prodigal Son)

Juliet O’Hara (Psych)

Karen Vick (Psych)

Charlotte ‘Chuck’ Charles (Pushing Daisies)

Olive Snook (Pushing Daisies)

Elaine Benes (Seinfeld)

Inej Ghafa (Shadow and Bone)

Alina Starkov (Shadow and Bone)

Nina Zenik (Shadow and Bone)

Molly Hooper (Sherlock)

Mary Watson (Sherlock)

Nancy Wheeler (Stranger Things)

Jane ‘Eleven’ Hopper (Stranger Things)

Max Mayfield (Stranger Things)

Robin Buckley (Stranger Things)

Chrissy Cunningham (Stranger Things)

Rebecca Welton (Ted Lasso)

Keeley Jones (Ted Lasso)

Allison Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy)

Lila Pitts (The Umbrella Academy)

The Handler (The Umbrella Academy)

Natasha Rostova (War and Peace 2016)

Myka Bering (Warehouse 13)

Claudia Donovan (Warehouse 13)

Jamie Campbell (Zoo)

Chloe Tousignaunt (Zoo)

Dariela Marzan (Zoo)

#not even gonna bother tagging any of this because this is comprised of thirty different shows #this was fun though! #some of these were a trip down memory lane cause I haven’t actually watched the shows in ages