#not that her identity matters but if they wanted to make her a person yall had ERIC OR/AND DOROTA

[suvarnarekha]

after accidently rewatching gg’s ending, i have realised i indeed prefer a clever twist over a so-called shocking one.

#seriously writers made DAN gg and expect us to all WOW WHATTA TWIST YAY #not that her identity matters but if they wanted to make her a person yall had ERIC OR/AND DOROTA #wasted man #gossip girl #gg #dan humphrey

[forgottenspring]

Mild rant on Alastor bc I'm tired.

*takes deep breath*

I was going to stay out of this so rip to my inbox.

Does anybody remember the whole ace doxing list on here? The whole discussion of not shipping gay characters with the opposite gender? The rep for pan/bi representation and the steps to do it right? Does anybody remember when ppl on here discussed how aros and aces aren't a part of the queer community bc they're not 'gay enough' in a way? Bc I do. That was about a decade ago. And I remember when Alastor was first introduced in the pilot and ppl not accepting he was aroace back then.

It doesn't matter if Alastor is entirely aroace and if he's capable of dating or not.

What matters is we still have so little ace representation and acceptance, especially aroace rep, that a few years ago when a real person Jaiden Animations came out as aroace, ppl tried to destroy her, bc even with a perfect valid explanation of her just saying aroaces are their own thing and she just doesn't want to date, ppl treated it like she was lying or was trying to sneak into the queer community and was straight or all the other horrible things yall might remember "fans" did to her.

Alastor being aroace isn't about being the rep of "Aroaces can feel attraction!!!" bc be real honest.

How many aroace popular characters can ppl list that a regular person on the street is going to know? Bc I've heard all their arguments to invalidate their representation.

Jughead? Oh you mean Cole Sprouse who made out and got it on with Lili Reinhart playing Betty bc he found her sexy? Oh but in the old comics he's a gay character whose in denial. Yelena Boleva? Who? Oh that woman? She's hot she's just traumatized and needs to find the right person. Charlie Weasley? Oh he was only in the books? He was confirmed as aroace through a passive comment most ppl didn't know about from the author that never used the term? Luffy? You mean one of the most shipped characters in One Piece? No he's just an idiot/childish so he doesn't understand girls are pretty. Caduceus Clay? Sorry I didn't watch Critical Role whose that? Are you sure he's aroace? He feels gay to me.

I can list more ppl, but I'm sure most ppl couldn't.

I remember the whole discussion of the pan/bi representation argument of "Yes! We know pan/bi ppl can date the opposite gender. But straight ppl don't know about pan/bi nearly at all or don't accept it," so showing it as gay, who know the term more, until it's shown clearly the character is queer and not "confused straights" they then can have opposite gender attraction. Bc sooooo many pan/bi characters end up "straight" at the end of their show/book. Bc I remember when ppl refused to accept that Deadpool is pan bc of his wife and started freaking out when he dated a nonbinary person in the comics or helped that one genderqueer person he knew.

Representation is about showing to ppl what they're not understanding about the identity in the plainest sense of the words of the identity, then when there's enough rep to show they're not all the same, then you can have the ones that break the rules.

Alastor whether or not he wants to date doesn't matter. What matters is this whole situation blew out of proportion bc ppl refused to accept that some ppl don't feel comfy shipping him. Bc they see themselves in him and don't want that. BUT! Also ppl under the aro and ace umbrella also have no rep and wanted to see him breaking the stereotype they probs have yelled at them of "You can't have a partner you're aroace I forbid it" and wanted to see thru their own experiences how that would be done.

Here's the problem.... As someone who has read a lot of aroace headcanon fanfics as an aroace....... A lot of ppl who are allo don't realize aroace "crushes" are missing emotions... That's why they're aroace. And they'll write them like they're the same just "muted" or "needs to warm up" kinda thing. Or make the character's love "childish" to explain the lack of romance/sex. Which is messed up. And that's the problem here.

Alastor didn't need to be this blown out of proportion of a situation. The problem is ppl found him sexy and the classic "But aroace hot, they can't be aroace bc why hot?" discussion got brought back up without the gentle post format discussions and instead it was a lot of shippers on tiktok with tiny word counts arguing a complex issue.

Ppl should be allowed to ship whatever (except problematic I know yall too well), especially if they see themselves in the characters and especially if they have the same identity and want to explore that!!

The truth of the matter is this is such a huge issue that just keeps happening bc ppl are too used to fandom queer spheres where ppl already know aroace means "off the table" and so they want to play with qprs or grayromantics/sexuals not knowing what that entails bc there's sooooo lil aroace rep that actually explores being aroace and a lot of ppl don't know the basics, and even how very different aroace "off the table" is when you aren't the classic "uwu I'm just innocent and have no friends or importance to the plot so just ignore me and have me be adopted by one of the main couples as a 'kid' figure."

Not to mention that a lot of ppl still think ace means aroace. That aces can't date bc there's ppl who don't know that romantic and sexual attraction are different!

I'm just.... So tired. So very tired of having ppl shout at me what it means to be aroace and being unable to look up the lil aroace rep we have bc of this issue I've seen a million times is all.

#Welp rip my inbox tagging bc some of yall might be blocking tags or are actually interested in this. #Just a tired aroace who was here for the whole tumblr debacle back in the day of the aroace community talking about their feelings. #aroace #alastor #alastor the radio demon #hazbin hotel #queer community #ose

[dana-chan-the-control-brain]

Hi Dana and Ceph! I'm sending this to the both of you cuz I'd like to know your opinion (and between the Mimic debate and the "Gregory is evil" thing I trust yall more than youtube theorists X) )

I'm wondering, who do you think the other therapy tapes belonged to? Patient 46 if I'm remembering. What are/were your headcanons about their identity and do you still think that?

I was using that and the one unmasked ending to say that there were two Vannys in a fic/retelling I'm building, but with Vanny and Vanessa being pretty much confirmed 1:1 it's made me all confused.

Ceph already answered this, but I suppose I will too.

Sorry I've been sitting on this one for awhile.

But I guess I should get all my thoughts about Patient 46 out there.

Before the DLC dropped, I would have guessed Cassie was patient 46 and had possible connections to Charlie.

However, post DLC, Having played Ruin, I can say that Patient 46 is NOT Cassie nor does she have any connections to Charlie. Other then then her empathetic nature and wanting to help, but even that's a stretch to connect the two.

She also has no clear connections to the Profile in the therapy tapes. (And I mean behavior profile) so she doesn't match.

So Cassie is ruled out entirely.

Another thought I had was that Patient 46 was Vanny. And a lot of people had similar thoughts when the games came out. But..... No. A lot of the therapists in the way they address 46 are clearly talking to a child. As their feet dangle from the chair, and while it could be a very short woman, Vanny is not short. She's as tall as Vanessa.

The therapists often try to say "you don't know what that means" about rather simple terms or phrases. And often try to be gentle with 46, even when being accusatory as compared with Vanessa's tapes.

(one of them legit says "you need to let this go if you ever want to be happy" to Vanessa...great therapist Fazbear 10/10 .... 🙄 )

While as with 46, they moreso go "I want to talk to you about something....." And then they hit them with the hacker and manipulator stuff.

So Patient 46 is a non-verbal child. All the tapes involve them either making gestures or pointing at things we can't see. Which leads me to believe either... The patient doesn't want to talk to therapists and mistrusts them, is non verbal autistic or went through a deeply traumatizing event and that's why they're in therapy.

Or they're just mute but I think the other are more likely.

My other thought was that it might be Vanessa as a young child....

But that doesn't add up either.

Cause both of these therapists are disappearing at the same time.

One of the therapists (and I think it's the case for all of them) said to not just work with big corporations like Fazbear. They also work in schools.

So when these therapists are dying, in a small population like Hurricane Utah, it makes sense that the therapist they outsource for Fazbear Entertainment will also take a job at the local school if they transfer. Cause both positions need to be replaced.

So... Who else could it be....

Well, there's always a possibility that it's someone we don't know yet. Maybe even the protagonist or a character in Help Wanted 2.

But....

Well...

No.

I don't think so.

It's Gregory.

There's no one else it could be.

In the GGY Story from the books... There's this weird paragraph aside that talks about the school therapists.

How the newest one was like, and how the old ones were like...

And they described their personalities as presented in the tapes. One being strict and a bit full of herself, the other being nice and cheerful, and another one being matter of fact.

These were there therapists at Gregory's school who were going missing.

GGY also connects the Greg in that story to Freddy Fazbear himself, and being a really skilled hacker who cheated to get high scores on arcade cabinets.

Gregory also gives him the alias Dr.Rabbit. most likely in reference to the Scraptrap arcades he plays. And he probably likes the mad robot scientist..... And where he got the idea to upgrade Freddy by Frankensteining parts into him.

Before the DLC I wasn't able to make sense of GGY. Because we'll "Gregory's not a hacker. He follows instructions on a keypad to update Freddy"

But.... In the DLC

Gregory said HE developed MXES......

Sure, there is speculation that Vanessa might have helped him, as he says that Vanessa has access to the building maps and is helping him...... But he said that HE designed the MXES Security System.

Which takes the shape of a Rabbit....

And Patient 46 was told by the therapists to lie about his home life. The therapist did research and find out that 46 had loving parents and lied about it.

We see a trend of that behavior in the GGY Story.... Where Tony, our dumb protagonist, thinks Gregory has super rich and well off parents..... But also admits that Gregory is dirty and cuts his own hair....

Something that just doesn't add up if he had attentive parents. So he probably ran away from home at that point and is squatting at the Plex.

It's unclear if 46 is actually lying about having horrible parents.... Or the background search was incorrect.

Patient 46 also came into contact with someone or something with Rabbit ears at some point.

However, I'm not drawing conclusions that Gregory is being manipulated by Glitchtrap or Vanny at all. Cause the therapist legit says:

"I don't think you're being manipulated here. I think you're the one doing the manipulating...."

.....

All the evidence lines up.

Gregory is GGY and Patient 46. There is no one else it can be.

What we know, he lies fervently about his home life. He ran away from home. He mistrusts adults A LOT. He programed Freddy to basically be his body guard. He's been abducting his classmates to the Pizzaplex. He's been using animatronics to kill his therapist when they get close to him.

And he is manipulating someone with rabbit ears....which could be anyone.... It could even be a Fazbear Technician we don't know or Cassie's Dad.

The only reason Gregory is vulnerable in Security Breach is because Vanessa took Gregory's toys from him, and Freddy experienced a system malfunction on stage so he doesn't answer to him or remembers him anymore.

(I do believe that Gregory genuinely sees Freddy as a friend by the end of the game and not a tool)

And from Vanessa's frustration, she's been hunting down Gregory for a LONG TIME. Not just the night of the in-game events. It's only that night she figures out his name, cause Gregory was good at staying hidden and out of her way since before then.

I don't nessarily think all of this means Gregory is evil.

The MXES being associated with a purple rabbit was the main reason why he was so misleading in FNAF and why a lot of people thought he was the villian at first.

So maybe all of Gregory's behavior is meant to be misleading. He might be an anti hero. In game, he mentions the disappearances at the end and seems concerned about them, despite him causing some of them in GGY and if he's patient 46.

I don't think Gregory is evil.

I honestly see a scared kid, who has been forced to play defensive his entire life. So he lashes out with agression.

An eye for an eye.

"get them before they get me"

Play offensive preemptively, against people who aren't even playing with you.

There is no one else Patient 46 could be at this time...

And I am interested to see what they do with this.

If they just go "he's just evil" like FNAF is prone to do....

That will be a bit disappointing.

Because I do think that there is a way that you can make Gregory like this, and still have it be very interesting.

Because child innocence tarnished by neglect and suffering is a very dangerous thing.

#fnaf #patient 46 fnaf #danachan's rants #gregory fnaf #fnaf ggy

[anonil88]

I see the gays are going to loose their minds over Jasmin's public journey with queerness. And some of you are sounding a lil too much like Afterellen writers.

To yall and to anyone who feels the same as her might i suggest this interview:

Or any of these links / books. which i'm using good reads links so you can see the triggers or content warnings to not be blind sided.

Stone Butch Blues by Leslie Feinberg (good reads link but you can find the book for free) tw assault, this is not a book for minors

Zami by Audre Lorde (good reads)

My Gender Workbook (good reads) and Gender Outlaws: both the original and the 2010 version by Kate Bornstein

This SLATE article from 2015 (slate article) (wayback in case that link breaks)

These reddit posts with a valley of insight in the comments from older much older queer, gay, and lesbian people: Thread 1 Thread 2

A study done in 2009

Bodies in Relation—Bodies in Transition (article here)

Youtube videos and maybe a documentary

Queer Theory 101- Part 1- An open discussion with Ben Bateman- 30 min and there are 2 parts (go to youtube)

Brief Lecture Introducing Concepts of Queer Theory with Professor Matt Alberhasky- 10 min (go to youtube)

Judith Butler explaining Gender Theory- 13 min (youtube) and their book Gender Trouble: Feminism and the Subversion of Identity (good reads): and i will quote them here "Stumbling is a part of learning and making an error is a part of learning." & "Many people who refuse to allow trans people to define themselves is that they feel their own self definition is destabilized."

The Aggressives (free tubi link but you can arrgh matey it if you try hard enough) , a 2005 documentary, directed by Eric Daniel Peddle. An insightful exposé on the subculture of masculine presenting POC and their "femme" counterparts. Filmed over five years in NYC, the featured subjects share their dreams, secrets and deepest fears. Some of the AGs in this video identify as trans men, non binary, or bi now but all of their experiences are valid.

And if you were wondering yes, yes i do love researching and having references. Its fun.

This might be shocking but there are older lesbians and i am talking the most butch blue collar trades dyke with silver strands who have done way more things that would make some of y'all squeem because its not within this very linear view of what some people view should be everyone's exact labeled experience should be. And yes they still fully identify as lesbians and are in very long term commited lesbian relationships their past has just been a lot. No two people are the same and many people will have a definition similar to you but an entirely different and layered experience. This also includes experiences and journeys with labels that you are going to feel uncomfortable with if they open up about the journey that it took them on to get to the same label you use. I tend to say that is for thee does not have to be for me. Sometimes the moments of others journey albeit will be cringey to you and others but they aren't directly harmful to you and your experience. No matter what we will all still be hit on by people and certain demographics that we do not want to be hit on, because they do not care. Tearing apart your communities in person and online over drivel and people just on their journey whilst learning does nothing for us when that is what those in opposition are banking on. Now unclench and breathe.

#my thoughts #queer #jasmin savoy brown #look at these books aren't they neat #queer theory #resources #lesbian #bisexual #trans #gay #queer history #book suggestions #references #Youtube

[incarnateirony]

Yall. Seriously. Get lives and souls.

Sending a person at me that struggles with MHI for you to influence and convince that I was "faking" about being shot at, despite the pictures, only for you to keep trying to manipulate her for information digging NOBODY was falling for your shit on. Somehow your story went from accusing me of faking to totes being here for TPTB research to actually for a headline to actually actually for a college study group application because you got nailed to the wall on how transparently bullshit your whole approach was.

The sheer fact that you absolute inhuman sacks of air-wasting are stunting like this, denying someone's photographically displayed trauma that is impacting their entire life, just to wank around and try to root out information about who I'm connected to by trying to make me ragesplode? You people are beyond help. You are beyond humanity. You have completely surrendered anything representing this to a fake space with fake identities and fake garbage trying to look big in a digital social circle that matters negative nothing to the real world.

Get fucking lives, you pieces of shit, and stop harassing people.

Goddamn literal sacks of shit trying to live vicariously by pretending everyone's as vacuous of a fake husk as you compulsive fucking lying nobodies holy fuck me running, and you guys are so fucking bad at this you don't even read what you start trying to root for information about and read it literally opposite of what's being said to your face while you're being called out.

Leave us alone you fucking asshats. The reason you refuse to let yourself understand what all this shit adds up to is because you already see it, you already know, you've already nullified your placement in this fandom with these guys, while all your friends are whining on twitter asking why it seems like Misha hates them suddenly.

I need you people to understand how psychologically unwell you collectively are lost into 15 plus years of absolute fandom fake nonsense that you somehow felt entitled to accuse someone posting personally with images of the narrowly surviving a violent attack on their lives that they were somehow faking. I need you to understand how psychologically out of pocket you all are that you even felt that was a possible angle to take or something you had the right to comment on for all of your fandom crying. I have been doing nothing but reblog videos that happened to have the same lyrics as CW tweets that would soon follow. That is literally all I have been doing for like a month. And you still cannot bring yourselves to not try to involve yourselves with opinions on my personal life pretending you can argue about it like you can argue about fiction. Seek help. All of you.

I am a real person. With a real life. Just like the actors are real people with real lives. You cannot just make up whatever you want about real people. If you want to have stupid opinions about fictional interpretation that's fine. But I literally need you to psychologically check yourselves that you thought this was a normal pattern of behavior. You are so insanely out of line and lost to your delusions that you think this is all the same relativity fandom fiction bubble and it is not. Get professional help

And now that you are staring down this fandom psychosis of yours with no escape I need you to understand how much misaligned information you have chosen to misread about literally everything else you have ever come at me about. Because if you can stare at pictures of the bullet holes in my wall and me being at someone else's house taking cover and tell me that I am faking, why do you think you have any more sane or deep of an understanding of the powers that be that none of you have half the connection to that you pretend

The thing is you guys never thought I was faking. You just wanted to convince yourselves I have been. And you are so lost in trying to find some sort of untruth that you have completely lost the plot on reality itself. Your reality is now defined by trying to convince yourself that I am lying about anything. Even when the pictures are in your face. And yet you expect me to take you seriously about men you have never met outside of paid transactions that would never speak with anyone that behave like you do much less assign you professionally like you tried before you got nailed to a wall. You guys just want to find some hope that I am faking something somewhere because otherwise your friends complaining about conventions might overlap with Misha's recent behavior and might even overlap with things like recent layoffs and marketing changes. A lot of things might be very connected. But you don't want to look at those things. You just want to look at anything you think you can argue against and that isn't how reality works.

My life and my near death experience is not your personal fucking fictional TV sandbox for you to have opinions about, you inconsolable sacks of fake shit.

But you know, that's it, isn't it? Again, all I've been doing is reblogging music videos that happen to sync to CW tweets that would be shortly after posted. You don't know what to grab onto. You don't know how to argue that. If you argue it, you reveal that you actually see it, by putting it together. So all you can do now is grab at someone's real life and attack it, because your own is lacking, and you're all fake, so everyone must be fake, even with the goddamn bulletholes on display. It's literally the only thing you've been able to grab at and yell "Fake" about as stupid and legit insane as it is, but you guys are so lost to crazypants land you didn't tap the brakes to realize how verifiably insane you're acting. But I'm sure your media opinions are magically more grounded.

He's a Cult Leader. Catch the fucking clue being broadcast on TV, assholes, and leave us alone. You have no one to be angry at and blame but yourselves. The owls control digital gotham. A flock of owls, or rooks such as crows, is called a parliament. They're in deep. There's no going back. It's a clown cabal pulling strings. fucking cope. It was about making our own destiny. Can't stop, won't stop, zaddy dent says don't stop; let go of the past, live in the present, create the future; some people claim to be spiritual healers, only a few actually are. But if you don't listen to the messaging when it's on my blog, why would I expect you to listen to it coming through the socials coincidentally?

Coming at you live, real real wild, here to light it up set the world on fire. Spit heat I melt your face off, in the cut just like a razor, disappear, I'm your eraser. Well, kids... what you gonna do now? It's your own reflections looking back to drag you down. Got all your eyes on me, got all the lines on ring, knock 'em dead, all the eyes on me. Figure it out.

March 7, 2023. We had a spell to burn.

I told you all. No amount of stalking poor fan accounts or random fanfic bangs you think my server members are involved with will push us out, if you follow any official accounts at all. Do with that as you will, but start touching base that you lost before you realized there was a war.

Man I wonder how the socials like Misha much less the CW just got 4x as active despite mass layoffs. Maybe the tweets are magically writing themselves!!! It couldn't possibly be CW scripted shows getting new coverage and socials management I WONDER WHOMST HUH GEE BRAIN ITS A GODDAMN MYSTERY if you're a fandom knucklehead refusing to read obvious truths because holy fuck that would mean you truly madly deeply collectively fucked yourselves

[so-bitya]

OK! I had some ideas for the plot and character arcs too i wanted to share. it felt like the show had some great concepts but didn't know where to go with them so..

–Main plot themes/changes

More focus more on the difficulties of growing up, being an adult, reality not being so simple as a child. What can't be easily solve as a precure, and what needs a precure attitude to solve it.

Oh and definitely all the girls are in contact with each other. Like we've been through Covid yall! you think they don't have discord or something?? and they're in contact with the boys too, more infrequently for sure, but they got Syrup, cmon!

–Angel

I think that rather than pollution and climate change, which doesn't really connect with main characters and rather feels too impersonal for the audience, human misery in the current age seems more appropriate. How people get wrapped up in their issues and find excuses to neglect others that it negatively impacts the town. Perhaps Angel was better taken care of in the past and something happened to her caretaker, or something else that's more personal, and she wants to reverse time before the tower is set for deconstruction?

A lot more focus on the passage of time and whether we cling to it too much, glamorize it through our nostalgia, instead of learning from it and moving into the future. I'd like if Angel was influencing the girl's transformations and her monsters were more time themed. (and obv something that saves Angel, because we can't have things too sad. Maybe they stop construction, or they don't stop it but the girls make something out of her memory? Like Komachi writes a book about the tower?)

–Nozomi

I think the first episode encapsulated what i wanted Nozomi's arc to be like. Nozomi became an adult, achieved her dream, and is great at her job! but she still misses being a precure, because the issues she faces as an adult aren't as easily solved back when she was a kid. Honestly, was hoping that the girls didn't transform so fast, or that there was more build up to it? Interesting concept if Nozomi was the last to transform, so she has to solve problems as the adult and feels distant from her friends that can transform.

–Rin

Rin's an adult now and she's got a lot on her plate! Between her demanding job, her hobbies, her family, she also wants to remain Nozomi's ideal best friend. She's genuinely bothered that she can't become a precure anymore, but doesn't even now if she wants to anymore! She and Nozomi have a great talk reexamining their relationship and despite how things change, they'll always care about each other.

–Urara

I thought her struggles were between deciding to be an actress or a singer. I think it would have been more interesting if the play was a musical to use both elements. perhaps Urara wants to emulate her mother too much (aka the actress) she neglects her own strengths (being a singer) keeping the same plot beat of Syrup saying he loves her singing but more involvement from the girls (and they all show up for her musical!!)

–Komachi

Pretty similar to her episode, but I'd like to go into her writing issues!! perhaps she's lost interest in writing fantasy that she was obsessed with when she was younger, so it's giving her both writer's block and a bit of an identity crisis. But after being so involved in the town and learning the townsfolk history, she wants to write about them and gets re-inspired to write more realistic fiction that's grounded and down to earth, that her audience appreciates for being more relatable.

–Karen

Stressed with her job, realizing that she can't simple treat people and expect them to get right back on their feet. She starts understanding some people lives will be permanently changed and can't be healed away (aka disabilities!) and thats okay! its just another matter of adaption. It would be a great mature topic for the show to have.

–Kurumi

Get that stinking manager out of there! Genuinely think workplace harassment should have been a bigger issue!! It would have been realistic issue that many people face, especially women, in the workplace. It would have been nice is Kurumi managed to get testimonies from her coworkers and got the guy fired. Or at least show that she doesn't have to put up with the constant disrespect and move on to a better job (i mean, not leave that for the finale).

–Coco

Cut the melodrama out lol. Honestly would have been fine with him showing up towards the finale so the girls could have some breathing room to revitalize their friendship, but well oh well. I think him having insecurities being king is interesting paralleled with the other girls insecurities after achieving their dreams. I could care less about the romance, but i think it would have been nice if he and nozomi worked on their issues with marriage on screen (like trying to live together for a while). It's nicer to think that they've been discussing it before and the big question during the show is whether they should take that one step further or to stop and move on with life (i don't even think nozomi thought about marriage in show, just being with coco).

–Nuts

idk man I just wanted to see more of him :( like interact with the girls or have a nice talk with komachi! i liked their editor writer relationship and it got him be more open with his feelings and relax more!! let me see it!!1

–Syrup

He's good actually (Except that outfit, throw the whole look out), but it would have been nice to reference his plot a bit, with cure flora and everything?

#sorry nothing for the splash girls #but i figured their fans would have plently of their own ideas #anyway the show did have great concepts #i just want more personal focus afterall... #otona precure

[a-name-or-three]

queering the fears

aka “muuuuum poi’s making horror gay agaiiiin” aka I went through each of the Fears from TMA and did a brief queer reading on them because I’m just like this as a person

Buried -- Queer people often have to do a very careful balancing act, building up a self that is acceptable to society, and quashing down their true self, or else having to keep up two at once. Carrying two selves in one, always being quick to ensure that one doesnt bleed into the other, in case it all falls down... you can be buried under the expectations of society, of yourself. too-tight binders, or tucking, or clothes that are wrong on your body, constricting you in the ways you don't want to be, hugging you in all the wrong places...

Corruption -- "... they called me “toxic”... I was so very painfully lonely ... Was I swayed and drawn simply by the prospect of being genuinely loved? Not loved as you would understand it. A deeper, more primal love. A need as much as a feeling. Love that consumes you in all ways." When you need to be needed, accepted as you are in your flesh, you don't question who it is that needs you. A bug crawls onto your hand, starts to suck your blood, and you romanticise it. It needs you, to live, and you could kill it with a single movement. But you don't. Because you need it to need you. It needs your blood, something that's so unquestionably you that this has to be love. You need each other. That's love, isn't it?

Dark -- this one's harder for me to interpret as directly queer, but i think there is something to the element of the unknown here. if you make that choice to be out in any way, you're throwing yourself into some kind of unknown. there's a lot you can't know about queerness until you explore it, because the world doesn't want you to know. you have to make the choice to walk in blind, and hope that the hands that reach out to you are ones that will love you.

Desolation -- sometimes, queerness can be a flame. and like any flame, it provides warmth and destruction in equal parts. good news, those that are burned are usually those that you shouldnt feel bad about losing. bad news, it's rarely that easy to say goodbye to those who said they'd love you no matter what. whether you chose to destroy those bridges, or they saw the flame and severed them first, it's a loss that is felt down to ones core.

End -- yall ever hear about bone dysphoria? really, genuinely, the fear of queer death. who will you be after you die? will you be buried with your chosen name, your chosen clothes? will people mourn the person you were, or the person they thought you were? when, thousands of years from now, your bones are unearthed, will they know you were you? how much of you ends when you end? will you be documented well enough for people to adore the you that you grew to love?

Eye -- This one feels pretty self explanatory, but if you're going through your life with a secret, how terrifying is it for someone to know that? You want to be known, of course. Life would be so much sweeter if you could be known. But at what risk? Can you afford to be known by that name? Can you let yourself be known as someone who loves those people? Is it safe for you to be one of "those" people? All eyes are on you, and you imagine eyes, too, creating more fear out of the worry that someone will see you. people talking behind your back, rumours spreading, being bullied (even if not because of your queerness)

Extinction -- the world is ending and all you can think about is love. is that wrong of you? to cling to identity and amity when things are always changing for the worst? see also: if you change, do you still have a claim on your childhood? are you the little girl that went to princess parties if now you find comfort in things that she would have recoiled from? would she recoil from you? god, would you scare her? would she even recognise you?

Flesh -- bodies are just meat and bone and sinew and dysphoria tells us that ours is wrong. the fat is in the wrong places. the muscles are incorrectly distributed. if only you could just rearrange it, lift your chest and give it to her. take your broad shoulders and give them to him. share bones and heights and find comfort in each other's discomforts. maybe it would be easier if you could meld. merge. become one another. but you can't. so you look at your body in the mirror and make lines where the surgeon needs to cut.

Hunt -- there's a hunger that comes with queerness. maybe it's a void, something you try to fill with people and community, and maybe you can fill it, but that requires legwork. you have to set out to find safety, and that journey will not be a trek. it will be a reckless flight from haven to haven, until you find the one where you can feast safely with a pack that won't chase you out.

Lonely -- Before you find your people, queerness can feel like exile. Those around you are accepted, they never had to question who they are. You are alone. When you find your people, you feel too young, too inexperienced. You feel like everyone knows better than you, who they are, what they want, the people they love. You don't know any of that yet, just that you're supposed to belong here. You are alone. hand me downs that are supposed to affirm your identity, but that don't suit you, feelings of being entirely adrift at queer club nights that you've forced yourself to go to

Slaughter -- i don't want to talk about this one much. queer people are always fucking scared we're going to be killed for no reason except we love or are "wrong" . that's not fucking fair.

Spiral -- You are queer, right? That's what you said last year, and you haven't changed... So why are you doubting yourself now? Have you changed? Or has the world just pushed back against you so harshly that it would be safer not to be queer? You're trapped in a rigorous self examination, trying to unravel something inherently incomprehensible. you will tear your identity to shreds before it makes sense. wearing gender nonconforming clothing that gives you euphoria in odd directions, staying up and researching a million contradicting takes on the same identity

Stranger -- When you look in the mirror, you see... Someone. It's hard to tell if it's you, because you cut your hair last night, and you still don't know how it makes you feel. You don't know if it's you, because this mirror person's chest is wrong, even if it changed recently -- it's not how you remember it, or it's not how you dream of it being. There's a wrongness that doesn't fade even as you change. You see the person smile as it puts on clothes you love. It must be you. Your friends (who use the right name!) are waving at the person that must be you. Arms are wrapping around its body that must be yours. Part of you still can't convince yourself.

Vast -- this is it! you know who you are now! you know yourself and hell, you love yourself! you're queer! you're here! you're... not allowed to marry. you're not allowed to adopt. you can't get the surgery you need. you can't go by the name you've chosen. everywhere you look, there's a contradition of constricting walls and rolling fields of no one cares. the further you throw yourself into activism, the more it can feel like you have no chance of changing what the world has against you. you're just one person, against decades of anti-queer legislation. feelings of not being able to change things, of pushing and pushing to no meaningful end, Sisyphean efforts for effortless pushback from governments

Web -- With a life dictated to you by others, it can be hard to break free. You have been given a script, and asked to play a character you know that you can't. Whether they're the 'wrong' gender, or they love the 'wrong' people, or they feel in ways you can't. There's something about the person that this script wants you to be, that you can't keep up with. And yet you have to keep dancing to the steps you're bound for; even if you have to learn them by rote. to deviate is something you can't afford. Even if this script doesn't fit you, isn't it safer than not having a script at all? loved ones expecting you to be someone youre not, deadnaming and allusions to a family you may never have...

#tma #the magnus archives #the magnus pod #the fears #my art #statement ends #cw homophobia #cw transphobia #cw dysphoria

[or-something-better]

July 3, 2022

((Becky appears in the bunker))

Becky

Sam?......

Charlie

Sam. Ummm I think you have company…..

Dean

Whos this?

Gabe

Who’s who?

Patience

Good morning Dean

Henry

Morning

Patience

Oh Henry too, good morning

Henry

I'm usually lurking in the mornings

Gabe

Creeper… Sam You had a message

Sam

No clue who that is? Former member maybe?

Gabe

No clue but they were looking for you

Henry

How did person get link though?

Sam

Maybe it's Becky #1 Fan

Gabe

We’ve never had a Becky. No clue

Sam

I don't even know ow how to send a link 🤦‍♂️ I was joking. Anyone recognize the area code?

Ruby

can you trust area codes anymore?

Gabe

More often than not yes, I depend on them for work. Only one I know In Illinois is @Dean SPN

Ruby

As long as you keep your phone number for your cell, you still show up with that area code no matter where you go.

Gabe

Right I run into that too but 80-85% of the time it’s spot on

Sam

Hello? This is Sam, who's this?

Becky

touches Sam’s chest Sam is that really you?

Sam

Sounds like a point star

Gabe

Well whoever she is she’s friendly

Sam

Who is this please? I feel like this is a Trickster moment

Gabe

trickster was too stoned to pull tricks last night

Becky

licks her lips and blows Sam a kiss I know who you are. turns and heads for the bathroom

Gabe

Seems to know the layout of the bunker too

Sam

Maybe I'm the one who needs the weed

Becky

All you need is me Sam

Gabe

Charlie see how I’ve been telling you that since I met Sam

Gabe

👀 very forward too. Get it Sam

Sam

I think I'm gonna need coffee

Becky

Coming right up handsome

Gabe

Dude girl in the bathroom waiting for you and you go for coffee? No wonder you’re single

Dean

Morning yall. Wait why is this new girl after a cow?

Sam

Have I got a girl for you

Ruby

It's too bad she's not a Dean girl....she'd been taken behind the barn already.

Dean

Nope she’s all you man

Gabe

Oh good point snaps Sam back to normal

Dean

Hey that’s not true

Gabe

How long do you think you can avoid her?

Patience

Is it like this every morning?

Gabe

Yeah she’s not that drunk. Welcome to the fun house

Dean

still an alpaca in purgatory

Sam

Have you met me? Not interested

Becky

Ha.  Dean can't get in my way. Lol

Gabe

Not into girls? You kinda give that vibe. It’s not like she’s DONE anything

Dean

wonders how long I’m gonna be left in purgatory

Gabe

He’s a dead alpaca who only speaks in hieroglyphics in purgatory

Sam

Not very forthright with an identity, usually not a good sign

Gabe

Have you done anything kind to deserve it??? Like talk to her?? Maybe you can talk her into leaving

Dean

What if we dont want her to leave?

Sam

Knew it!

Gabe

That’s kidnapping

Dean

Not if she’s willing to stay

Gabe

Or murder

Sam

Surprise adoption

Dean

Lol

Ruby

😄

Dean

I do ish

Gabe

Well we know why she’s here

Dean

Loves Sam

Charlie

Does she have a pic??

Sam

Of course

Dean

Yes

Charlie

And?

Patience

We want to see

Dean

Looks like that psycho bitch Becky

Sam

Becky wasn't psycho

Gabe

Well that wasn’t very nice adds a month to Deans time in purgatory

Dean

Broooo

Gabe

You were a dick

Dean

I’m not wrong! She had him drugged to fall in love with her

Ruby

When isn't he?

Gabe

Even Sam said she wasn’t psycho starting to wonder about Sam’s judgement

Charlie

Aren’t they still married?

Dean

Oh wait she also fucked your dad

Sam

Doesn't make her psycho, just desperate

Gabe

True!

Sam

Annulled

Becky

Desperate to have those big beautiful arms around me

Charlie

😂

Dean

Says who god says your still married

Gabe

I now pronounce you Mr & Mrs Winchester …Again

Dean

See?

Sam

🤣🤣

Dean

(I’m dead over here 🤣🤣🤣)

Gabe

Sam  you need to consummate your marriage, lucky she’s a porn star

Dean

(Seriously can we keep her?????)

Ruby

Looks good on you

Gabe

She’s not a pet Dean. I don’t think

Sam

So we just keep strangers now?

Dean

She might be Sam’s kink pet

Gabe

Weren’t you a stranger when you joined?? You’re getting very judgey

Dean

She’s not a stranger she’s your wife

Gabe

Fair point

Sam

I can't even keep a fish alive, remember

Dean

Move over ruby Sam’s got Becky!

Gabe

Something tells me this one can feed itself.  Went to bed not shipping and woke up married. Only Sam

Sam

🙄

Dean

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Yeah not shipping only fucking

Sam

Would be a requirement

Gabe

You have a twisted obsession with your brothers sex life

Sam

Kettle black much, Dean?

Dean

He makes it readable!!!

Sam

Right?

Dean

With who?

Gabe

Thank me I can’t see it

Sam

Does it walk??

Gabe

Your Cass lotion

Becky

Whenever you wanna walk me. ...

Gabe

👀

Dean

See pet

Gabe

Maybe she’s just into doggy style? 🤷‍♂️

Dean

True

Sam

Side note...would be hilarious if Dean and Becky got married

Gabe

Sam says she’s a porn star

Becky

I'm not in love with alpacas

Gabe

Nice try Mr groom

Dean

alpaca in purgatory

Gabe

Wait curious ….

Dean

happy briefly about being an alpaca in purgatory

Ruby

God giveth and God taketh away

Dean

Shhhh

Gabe

If Sam claims not to know her, isn’t it odd he knows she’s a porn star?

Becky

Oh yeah

Sam

🤫

Ruby

Must have checked out the box under Dean's bed

Dean

Nope she’s definitely not in there

Gabe

How do you know what’s under Dean’s bed? You guys have a weird Devil’s Triangle going on

Sam

Does Kansas have a triangle

Dean

Nebraska does

Gabe

Apparently Dean Sam & Ruby

Dean

Yeah no

Sam

I liked Nebraska

Dean

I bet you did

Gabe

Weirder still is you reading along to their sexual escapades

Dean

It’s kinda hard to miss when it involved pics

Sam

If there's not a picture it didn't happen

Gabe

Never been more happy not to be in a lot of our sites

Sam

That's not the good one

((Sam in bed picture and the shower picture)))

Gabe

Deans taking pictures too this gets weirder and weirder

Sam

You're gonna burn Gabe’s eyes

Gabe

I’m going to leave Dean in purgatory FOREVER

Gabe

What a cute married couple

Sam

Fun fact...NOT a ball gag

Dean

Please dont? Asking not telling.... Still a gag

Gabe

Dean is Ruby & Sam’s personal porn picture taking buddy

Dean

thinks it went over Alex’s head

Ruby

You're 'all knowing' anyway

Gabe SPN

Even I can block things out. Just going to ignore her and hope she goes away ?

Dean

She’s not going anywhere she’s glued

Sam

Usually works for me

Dean

Yeah she proved that to be false

Gabe

Last time someone looked at me like that I got laid , just sayin

Becky

throws her plate down and runs to Sam landing a hard kiss right on his lips. And grabbing his firm but

Gabe

eyes going wide

Dean

Oh damn lmao

Gabe

Get it Sam

Sam

pushes her back at arm’s length and spins her to face Dean Have a good time Starts looking for my keys

Dean

still an alpaca in purgatory

Gabe

watches her just get spin in circles with no dean in the bunker

Becky

I'm soo tying you up later. Have to go and meet my dealer first

Sam

Maybe she's a PETA member

Gabe

Now that’s my kinda new friend

Sam

She did date God..

Gabe

She already turned down the alpaca Don Juan

Dean

Nope she’s all for you Sammy

Ruby

😆

Gabe

Not this one dad was lonely

Dean

Chuck couldn’t get anyone else....

Gabe

Ultimate cosmic power, ZERO charm. I got it all

Sam

He seemed sad that it didn't work out

Dean

She was happier with you. Hence why she’s here

Sam

What can I say

Becky

He don't have those arms and muscles like you Sam

Gabe

Apparently “I do”

Dean

You’re married lmao

Gabe

So he’s cheating with Ruby or on her? Maybe they have an open “not shipping”

Dean

Apparently

Sam

Just a word Dean. Not a relationship

Dean

Oh but it is. Well should be

Gabe

I don’t think you understand how marriage works 😆

Dean

Gabe so you and Donna it’s just a word not a relationship??

Gabe

Oh no not a relationship at all. Hey Charlie?

Sam

Pretty sure that's true, and I'm okay with that

Charlie

Yes??

Gabe

Hi

Charlie

Working too 😂

Gabe

Curious you and your hubby don’t have a relationship right? This is for science

Sam

Saved by the Charlie 😄

Ruby

🤣🤣

Sam

Can I get that on a tshirt?

Charlie

Sometimes we do…. Most of the time I’m alone 😂

Gabe

There’s a whole song

Dean

Ask Becky

Gabe

Perfect marriage!

Sam

There you go

Dean

So you're saying that’s what she said

Ruby

Why would you doubt him Dean?

Gabe

Sammy needs women to control his life

Dean

I think you missed what I was doing there Lol Apparently

Ruby

No, I think you missed what I was doing there

Sam

Sammy can control his own life just fine, thanks for the concern though

Dean

I wasn’t questioning him though

Gabe

looks at Becky and Ruby  yeah I seeeee that

Charlie

watches Becky start to make mini figures of Sam and Dean

Gabe

Can’t even control your morning

Dean

She doesn’t want the alpaca in purgatory only Sam

Sam: Voodoo dolls?

Charlie

No but she makes minis and sells them on Etsy…. Duh 😂

Gabe

Now you’re just GIVING her ideas

Dean SPN: Oh right I forgot about that

Sam

Most mornings in this Bunker go south quickly, haven't you noticed points at Henry the frog and Dean the dead alpaca

Dean

thinking Sammy needs a tshirt with his Becky Ruby Sam love triangle on it. in purgatory cant point to me

Gabe

Henry and you are back to normal , Dean added a month to his sentence

Sam

Oh right the little funk pops type ones. I liked those

Gabe

They are bonnnnnnnding Charlie it’s adorable

Sam

Awesome

Dean

Why I didn’t do anything but prove what Sammy was lying about

Gabe

Can’t see any hieroglyphics

Dean

That’s cute

Gabe

can just picture thousands of these hanging from your ceiling

Ruby

Hey Charlie! Becky crochets too!

Dean

She’s aware she stated that factor when she said she sells them on Esty

Charlie

is scared of Becky, if she wasn’t crazy we’d be friends

Ruby

I know an exorcism!

Dean

She’s not a demon so it won’t do anything

Sam

How come you're considered crazy if you have a crush on me? Kind of a low bar

Gabe

It’s still a huge step up over Dean

Dean

Hey

Charlie

It’s more the obsessive behavior 😂

Gabe

Plus it’s not the crush it’s the drugging and kidnapping, tying to a bed. Like when your brother watches and takes pictures of your sex life

Sam

We all have challenges

Dean

Ruby does that too I think

Sam

Yeah... over board

Ruby

🤣🤣

Gabe

It’s her sex life too

Charlie

True

Dean

I didn’t take the pictures he posted them

Gabe

You should see the videos char has on porn hub, but they are hers

Dean

Well when things are made public.....

Ruby

Why'd you put them in an album Dean?

Dean

What? I didn’t

Gabe

Next to his Cass lotion

Sam

🤣🤣🤣

Dean

It’s called forwarding

Gabe

It’s called creepy. That’s your brother

Sam

You didn't even "forward" the Best one

Dean

Might not have that was gone for awhile

Gabe

That one’s in the “special Dean” folder

Sam

I'll show you later winks

Dean

Not if I dont have it because I wasn’t there

Gabe

And it gets creepier. On that note vanishes

Dean

Hey come back

Sam

We ran him off

Dean

I saw the other comment... Might wanna be careful with that

Sam

Be Careful with what? What did I miss

Ruby

What was incorrect about 'Such is the life of a dead alpaca"?

Dean

Didn’t say anything was incorrect just watch the insults I can share what Sam just sent me

Ruby

Go for it

((hot Nebraska picture))

Dean

Not much he likes to keep private apparently

Ruby

One of my favs!

Becky

twirling Sam’s hair and caressing his arms

Dean

Hmm but "not shipping" may as well be

Sam

pats him on the shoulder just think, that could be you and Becky

Dean

Nope Becky’s only into you, dork

Becky

Not a dork. He's a smart fine tuneD beautiful machine of a man.

Dean

Still a dork

Sam

True, but not the point

Dean

Just take her already geez she’s married to you and obsessed with you. Take her and go have your love fest with Ruby

Becky

I'm not sharing Sam

Dean

Ruby might object otherwise

Sam

Not "love festing" as you call it... and Becky's mistake was annulled remember

Dean

Not according to Gabe. According to Gabe you’re married again

Becky

Yes we are!! Woot woot

Dean

Can’t tell Gabe no. Gabe made it so

Sam

Than pin the paper on the wall so you can enjoy it. Still takes two Dean

Dean

Can’t tell Gabe he can’t make it happen though. Which he did. puts in a frame and nails it to the wall for all to see

Sam

Didn't say he couldn't. He can make me married to Becky or the entire Mormon Tabernacle Choir... doesn't mean I'll buy in

Charlie

Sam you’re killing me

Dean

Doesn’t make it any less so just cuz you dont buy in 🤣🤣

Sam

Okay, great. I'm a married man I guess...good deal. Anyone want an early lunch? I'm thinking hamburgers

Ruby

Only if I can get fries

Dean

Becky can provide the shake busts up laughing

Sam

🤣dude, you're so weird

Dean

singing Sam’s milkshake brings all the girls to the yard

Ruby

🥳🥳🥳🥳

Sam

Might need a bigger yard

Gabe

You mean Mrs. Winchester?

Sam

Apparently...I guess what happens in Vegas doesn't actually STAY in Vegas, who knew

Gabe

HOLIDAY WEEKEND NO ANNULMENTS OR DIVORCES AVAILABL. Sammy maneuver

Sam

Not this weekend

Becky

Nope. He's mine forever!!

Gabe

Forever is a long time try a weekend first

Sam

wonders if therapy would help the poor girl

Gabe

Then Ruby should go too. One is your wife Sammy the other is banging a married man

Becky

door closes behind her. gives Sam his drink. thinking to herself this little spell will make him mine and fall in love with me. Here Sam we only have a weekend. Let's make it count.

Sam

She's a demon Gabe, doubt she cares what it's called

Gabe

But YOU should, you’re supposed to be the moral one. appears behind you giving you all the knowledge you need about devils traps demon blades and killing demons. vanishing I love chaos

Sam

pours it into a nearby plant Thanks, not thirsty. I think I am, mostly. That's why it would be wrong to take advantage of the poor girl's delusions

Gabe

It’s not dilutions she married you and you said I do

Sam

With a love spell, and now I'm saying I don't. But still don't want anything bad to happen to her. She seems sweet

Gabe

Sammy shirking responsibility because he wants to bang a demon , I thought you better than that vanishing

Sam

Thinks once you go demon you never go back

Gabe

sad to know that going forward I have to think of Dean as the moral one

Charlie

is an honorary Winchester so will be the moral one (My wiki says I’m their sister 😂)

Sam

proudly claims you. In a sisterly way!!!!!

Dean

Already claimed you duh

Charlie

Ok so I’m the moral one 😂 That’s a scary thought isn’t it??

Gabe

Yeah you don’t need another in your terrible trifecta

Dean

🤣🤣🤣 I have morals.... sometimes

Gabe

still doesn’t see hieroglyphics

[buttterknifeee]

Date with Destiny- Teen Titans x Aquagirl!Reader

Masterlist

Summary: you guessed it bitches its the prom episode with everyone's fav guy Robin (S2 Ep6)

Pairings: Robin!Dick grayson x reader

Word count: 4218

A/N: hey yall I love writing for this series bfgkfhg so if you want my inbox is always open to request!!! love yallll~

Nights in Jump City are the worst time of the day; the sun is long gone and the wind constantly bites at your skin. But it depends on what you're doing to decide whether you like it or not. Sometimes it’s not as bad; that’s when you’re hanging out with your friends, maybe going to a carnival or out partying all night. Sometimes it’s worse, like you being forced to chase after some villain who decided to only operate AT NIGHT. Unfortunately, the latter is true for you tonight.

You slump over in the backseat of the T-Car while Cyborg and Raven sit attentively at the front.

“Why can’t I sit in the front?” you whine, staring at the two Titan’s heads.

“Because I’m the only one that knows how to drive this car and Raven needs to use her telekinesis so we dont die!” Cyborg yells, focusing on the target, who happens to be a guy with a spider for his head that stole a bunch of jewelry.

You groaned and poked your head out the window. Starfire and Beast Boy were up in the air, Robin close by on his motorbike, and you were all chasing the half-arachnid. You stretched out of the vehicle and made punching movements at the criminal, ocean water from the bay twisting over towards him, mimicking your movements. The jets of water just barely nicked him before crashing into the sides of buildings, the teenage spider continuing to scuttle across the city.

You turn your attention back towards the road as the spider guy created a webbed barrier in front of Cyborg’s car and Robin’s motorcycle. You and Cyborg gasp, but Raven calmly holds her hand up towards the road. It cracks, creating a ramp for the four of you to jump over the webs with.

After making the jump, the half spider looks at the car. He shoots webs at you, and its splats on the car windshield.

“I can’t see!” Cyborg yells, swerving the car over to the side. You lurch forward as you finally come to a stop, thankful that Cyborg had installed heavy duty seat belts.

“I don’t see why you can’t let me drive,” you mumbled, stumbling out of the car. You aimed your hands towards the car and a jet of water sprung out from a fire hydrant, cleaning the silk from the windshield.

“I already said it, I’m the only one who knows the inner workings of the T-car! Besides, you don’t even have your license.” Cyborg said, stepping out of the car calmer than before.

“I do too!- You know what, we’ll talk about this later. Right now we need to find the others.” You say, taking in your surroundings. Then out of nowhere, Beast Boy popped out from behind the car.

“Uh hey guys! Kinda got lost back there!” he grins, dusting off silk strands from his arms.

“I’m going after them!” you tell the other Titans, sprinting off into the direction Robin and Starfire went. You flick your wrist as you run and water from the fire hydrant trickles out and forms a wave that you could ride on, like an aquatic skateboard.

You catch up to the two as Starfire gets shot down by the spider teen’s webbing. You make eye contact as you pass her, unsure whether to help her free.

“Just go!” she yells, already beginning to rip the webs thanks to her brute strength. You nod and race forwards to catch up with Robin. You find his abandoned motorbike and look up to see him chasing after the villain using his grappling hook. I’m trying to help him, but I can barely catch up to him, you grumble as you will the water to shoot you into the air, almost like a hydro-cannon. You bounce from roof to roof, inching closer to the Boy Wonder and his pursuit with the villain.

You were right under Robin when the spider-guy shoots some type of laser at him. Suddenly, he freezes up, and begins to fall, knocking you down with him.

“C-can’t… move,” he grunts, on top of you in mid air.

“YEAH NO SHIT” you yell, still stuck under him. Ok ok, options… you think, time seems to slow down around you. I can’t make a geyser because that’d take too long. I like Robin but not enough to break his fall, hmm…

You notice the grappling hook in his belt. You yank it out and shoot it at the wall you just fell from, wrapping your other arm around Robin. Your arm feels like it was about to fall out of its socket as you abruptly stop, hanging in mid air with Robin safely in your grasp. Starfire catches up with you, having broken free from the webbed trap. She helps you down and brings you to where Cyborg, Beast Boy, and Raven stood.

“He is okay?” Starfire asks, holding Robin in place while you catch your breath.

“He will be. The venom’s effect is only temporary.” Cyborg says, examining the Boy Wonder, who was still frozen in a climbing position.

“Getting away...we have to...go after him!” Robin musters, but almost falls over doing so.

“You mean, we have to go after him,” Raven corrects him.

“Yeah, you gotta wait until that stuff wears off,” you say, knocking on his frozen arm to prove your point.

“But-” Robin begins, but Beast Boy cuts him off.

“Dude, we can handle it. The guy's got a spider for a head. Not like he's gonna be hard to find.” he said. Robin didn’t say anything, which was code for a reluctant agreement. Cyborg, Raven, and Beast Boy agreed that they would go after the spider thief, while you, Robin and Starfire return to the Tower to get Robin sorted out.

Later at the Tower, you watched in utter horror and amusement as Starfire shook Robin while holding his feet. He hung upside down, making random yelps of pain as she did… whatever she was doing.

“Um Starfire?” you say. “You know I have healing powers… I could just heal him if we need to.”

“Nonsense Aquagirl!” she chirped as Robin groaned. “There are few problems that Tamaranean acupressure will not solve. Don’t you feel better Robin?”

“Uhhh yeah, thanks.” he said, getting back up to standing position. “Now we can focus on our other issue.” He pulls out his T-communicator.

“Titans! Any luck on finding our jewel thief?”

“We found something worse,” you hear Raven’s voice from the communicator. A live cam of the scene pops up on the living room TV screen. They were at the bridge near Jump City’s Bay; hundreds of cars pass there per minute. You noticed something was near the bridge cables, and upon closer inspection, you realized that it was thousands of moths gnawing at the bridge support. As more cables broke, the bridge grew more and more unstable, cars beginning to slide around.

“Titans go!” you hear Cyborg say, and the three of them run towards the giant cloud of bugs. Unfortunately, they were no match and could barely put a dent in the population.

“Uh, we’re gonna need backup.” Cyborg says to the communicator. You were already out of your chair and adjusting your wrist gauntlets.

“We’re on our way,” Robin says, the three of you making your way to the door. But a familiar voice stopped you in your tracks.

“Don't bother. Even if you defeat a few of my children, you won't be able to stop me from releasing the entire swarm.” the villain you recognized as Killer Moth said, his face appearing on the screen. “Unless you want your city reduced to a moth-eaten wasteland, you'll do exactly as I say.”

“What do you want?’ Robin asked, brows furrowed.

“My demands are simple. The city will declare me ruler, the Teen Titans will surrender, and Robin…” he starts. You flinched at the mention of the Boy Wonder’s name. What could he want to do with Robin? To step down as a hero? Admit defeat? Reveal his identity???

“... will take this lovely young lady to her junior prom.”

Huh?

“Hi Robbie-Poo!” said a girl who appeared on the screen next to Killer Moth. She had blonde hair and blue eyes, was wearing pink pajamas, and although you had just met her, you could already tell that she was a bitch.

“Um… What was that last part again?” he asked, clearly not expecting that demand.

“Um Robin?” you ask. “Who’s this girl and why’d she call you… er, you know.”

“Her name is Kitten,” Killer Moth gloats. “And you will take her to prom.”

“This prom is the matter of a duel, yes?” Starfire asked, not very assimilated in American culture. “Robin eagerly accepts!”

“It’s not a duel, Star. It’s a date.” Robin patiently corrects her.

“Oh”

“Robin! You can’t do this!” you say, looking at him through his masked eyes. “Isn’t that right Starfire?”

“Oh yes!” she agrees. “You mustn't accept!”

“We’re gonna need a minute,” Robin sighs, pulling the two of you away from the center of the room. You stare at him, arms crossed.

“This is so stupid.” you begin. “What kind of villain makes a superhero go on a date with some girl? And what kind of parent names their child Kitten? There’s no way you’re actually going to go to a dance with some random chick!”

Robin doesn’t say anything about your comments, but opens his T-communicator again,

“Cyborg, report. How bad is it?” he asks.

“Bad! We can’t hold 'em much longer!” Cyborg yells through the communicator. “If you’re gonna do something, do it quickly!” You stared at the floor, knowing what he’s gonna have to say to Killer Moth’s demands.

“I have to do it.” he grimaces. You stayed silent as Starfire reacted.

“WHAT?!” she yells.

“It's the only way to save the bridge. The only way to give us enough time to stop Killer Moth.” Robin explains. Starfire looks at you and back at Robin.

“But you do not even have the feelings for her!” she protests, looking straight at you.

“I’m sorry, but I have to, as much as I don’t want to. And I really don’t want to.” Robin says, walking back towards the screen.

“So do we have a deal?” Killer Moth grins, as much as a person with mandibles can.

“I’ll take the girl to prom.” Robin says grimly.

“Don’t tell me. Ask her.” Killer Moth says, referring to the blonde girl still pasted on screen. Even though you couldn’t see Robin’s eyes, you could tell that he was rolling them.

“You’ve got to be-”

“Do it!” the villain yells. Robin sighs.

“Kitten, was it?” he asks.

“Meow,” she replied. You almost threw up when she said that. You could see Robin reacting in the same way.

“Right. Will you...go with me to the prom?” he said, his voice showing his utter disgust.

“Oh, Robbie-poo! I thought you'd never ask!”

I can’t do this you thought, as the screen finally blipped off. Robin calmly pulled out his T-communicator and projected it onto the screen. Raven picked up, Beast Boy and Cyborg crowded around her. You could see in the background that the moths were no longer gnawing at the bridge. He told them that he bought them some time, telling them to find out what he has planned. Then he shows them a picture of Kitten.

“Who is she?” Raven asked.

“She is a manipulative gremlock not worthy of Robin's time.” Starfire pouts.

“Yeah, she's a bitch too.” you add.

“She's got some kind of connection to Killer Moth. Find the connection, and I bet you'll find him.” He said, turning to you and Starfire. “Aquagirl and Starfire will join you to help with the search.” you rolled your eyes; Is he seriously going to do this alone?

“Hey, what about you? Aren’t you going to help us?” Beast Boy asked.

“I can’t. I have a date.”

.

You and Starfire were going to prepare for your mission when she shoved you into her room. You’ve forgotten how pink all her furniture is, from the curtains to her pillows. She whips out her T-communicator.

“Starfire what are you-” you begin, but she shushes you.

“Starfire to Raven,” she says into the communicator. “Please note that I will be the only person joining you, as Aquagirl will provide Robin backup on his date!”

“Um… okay.” Raven says, then hangs up.

“What??? I’m supposed to help you guys, remember?” you protest. “And I thought you had a crush on Robin??” The alien girl took you by your shoulders.

“Aquagirl, my feelings for Robin have long dissipated, but I am sure you still have the feelings for him!” she chirped. “Do not worry, four Titans are more than enough to defeat Killer Moth! You should go to the prom of non-duels!”

“B-but what do I even wear? Prom dresses were not on my shopping list.” you argue.

“Oh do not worry Aquagirl, you may borrow mine!” Starfire opened her closet to reveal a rack of sparkly dresses, all in different colors. You eyes glittered in awe.

“Ok, I’m in.”

You spent the next half an hour getting ready for the prom. You picked out a blue dress with black lace and black gloves that went out to your elbows. Your suit was camouflaged underneath, just in case you needed to ditch the dress.

“Oh you look wonderful!” Starfire cheered. You blushed, looking at yourself in the mirror.

She flew you over to the prom location, which was on a boat. Water, you thought. Perfect. You looked at Starfire.

“Thanks again for, uh, everything.” you said sheepishly. She smiled.

“It is the no problem!” she says. “I will see you afterwards!” And with that, she flew off into the night. You sighed, holding a corsage for Robin in your hand. You hear the sound of a motorbike. Robin appeared in view; he was still wearing his mask, but his usual outfit had been replaced by a tuxedo. He was still stoically frowning, probably due to not wanting to be here, but something about him just makes your heart skip a beat.

You walked over and tapped his shoulder. He flinched at your touch, but calmed down as he realized that it was you.

“Aquagirl?” he asked, eyeing you up and down.

“Um, just call me (y/n) for today, don’t want to raise eyebrows.” you winked. You pinned the flowers onto his lapel. “It’s my first prom, so I got you a corsage.” It’s true; this is your first prom. You were supposed to go to your junior prom this year, but of course, being a superhero kinda distracted you from that.

“Aqu- (y/n)...” he began. “You’re supposed to be helping the others track down Killer Moth.”

“Well, you said that our job was to investigate that b- uh, girl. And there’s no better way to do it than up close.” you grin. “Besides, Starfire insisted that I backed you up, you never know if you need saving, right?”

Just then, you heard a loud honk from a car. You turn to see a pink limousine pull out. Out stepped an even pinker girl, Kitten. Her headband, dress, corsage, and heels were all an obnoxious pink. She scoured the scene until she found Robin, fiercely waving at him.

“Yoo-hoo! Robbie-poo! Your Kitten has arrived! Me-ow!” she yells. You both physically cringe at her words. Robin leans over to you before he leaves.

“On second thought, maybe I will need the savings.”

You purse your lips as Robin leaves, reluctantly linking arms with the girl. You open your T-communicator.

“Cyborg,” you say. “Robin just entered the boat with Kitten. “How’s it looking on your side?”

“Poor guy,” he says sympathetically. “We just reached Kitten’s house. Going in now. Nice dress by the way.” You grin.

“Thanks man. I’ll be watching him just to see if he needs any help.”

“Got it. Cyborg out.” the screen blips to black and you close your communicator with a sigh. Time for prom.

You awkwardly shuffle onto the boat, making sure to stay a few meters behind the two. Luckily, no one noticed that you didn’t go to their school because they were so distracted by Kitten’s yelling.

“OH ROBIN!, YOU’RE SUCH A GENTLEMAN! NOT AT ALL LIKE MY WORTHLESS EX-BOYFRIEND FANG!!!” your fists clenched as she moved closer to the Boy Wonder, all over his arm. Why did we let her take Robin to the prom again? I’d rather see that bridge collapse than whatever this is.

You stationed yourself at the punch table, pouring yourself a drink. The two were talking at the table. You knew Robin didn’t want to be here in the beginning, but what if he changed his mind? What if, somehow, he falls in love with Kitten, and then you are never gonna have a chance with him?

“OF COURSE ROBIN I’D LOVE TO DANCE WITH YOU!!!” Kitten yelled, the two of them moving towards the dance floor. Your cheeks burned with anger, and maybe a little bit of jealousy. You clenched your fist again, and the sickly pink punch from the punch bowl shot into the air. The couple next to you who was about to get some punch slowly walked backwards away from you. But you didn’t care. You stomped away from the punch table.

You were leaning at one of the clothed tables as you glared at Robin and Kitten dancing away. You don’t even know why you felt so angry; maybe it was the fact that they’ve been dancing for 10 long minutes, or the fact that Kitten’s resting her head on his shoulder, or maybe the fact that you’ve never held Robin’s hand before and she is!

You notice him looking at his T-communicator while he was dancing, relieving you of the idea that he was actually enjoying the dance.

“Kiss me,” you hear Kitten say, and you froze.

“Sorry, I don’t like you that way,” he smirks. “As a matter of fact, I just don’t like you.” YES, you thought, smiling from the table.

“WHAT?!” the blonde girl shrieks.

“Killer Moth’s being taken down as we speak. We’re done here.” He pulls away, tucking his T-communicator into his pocket.

“No we are not!” she yells, ripping the corsage off of her dress. The petals fall away to reveal a cylinder, push-button controller. “Daddy’s not calling the shots tonight, I AM!!!”

“Daddy?” you and Robin said at the same time, in shock. So that's why Killer Moth made Robin go to the prom with her.

“And unless you want me to let those bugs out for a late-night snack, you better pucker up!” she makes kissy noises at Robin, her lips inching closer and closer. Robin put his finger out at them as if to shush her.

“Not even if you paid me,” he said, pushing her away and grabbing the controller out of her hand. They fight over it, and you wonder whether to jump in and help. Suddenly Kitten turns her focus away from Robin.

“Fang?” she smiled. You turned to see the jewel thief from before climbing onto the boat, spider head and all.

“That’s your ex boyfriend?” he asked, staring in shock.

“Get your hands off my girl!” he yells, knocking Robin down with his spider leg, Kitten snatching back the controller. Ok, time to act you thought, holding up your hand. A jet of water sprung up from under the boat and hit Fang, sending him flying backwards.

“And keep your legs off my guy!” you yelled, not even sure if you and Robin were on that level yet. “You alright Rob?” you ask as the Boy Wonder stands up.

“Best I’ve felt all day,” he smirked, ripping off his suit to reveal his costume underneath. You smiled; you two seemed to be on the same track in terms of disguise. You ripped your dress off and your costume uncamouflaged, revealing the familiar blue and black swim gear you always wear. You yank off your gloves to show your gauntlets underneath, the spikes swing up into place. You both look back at Kitten and Fang to find them making out; mandibles and all.

“I think I’m gonna throw up,” you mumble, getting into a fighting position.

“You know…” Robin says, bring the couple’s attention back to you two. “You two make a really bad couple.” Fang charges at the two of you, shooting his webs and venom. One of the webs hit you, sending you to the floor. You used the spikes on your gauntlets to cut yourself free while the spider villain goes after Robin. You finally free yourself as Kitten watches the action.

“Isn’t it romantic? They’re fighting over me!” she swoons. Your cheeks burn hot with anger. Now that you're out of disguise, it's the perfect time to beat her up.

“You’re not worth anyone’s time to fight over!” you quipped loudly, causing Kitten to start screaming at you. She tackles you, and the two of you fall onto the table.

“What the-” you grunt, the air knocked out of you as you crash into the food. You roll over and pin her to the table. You try to reach for the controller, but Kitten smacks a cream pie in your face. She pins you down this time, but you extend your leg to her side and swing, sending her flying across the table. She lands flat on her back, stretched lengthwise across the table. You lunge at her, but she grabs you and dunks your head into the punch bowl. You almost burst out laughing; she was trying to drown you, and you could breathe underwater.

Your eyes glow blue from underneath the punch bowl as the beverage explodes in the girl’s hunched over face. She screams, and you push her into the chocolate cake. She lands on the floor, her pink dress now stained with chocolate frosting.

“YOU.. RUINED… MY… DRESS!!!” she screams, clicking the controller. You gasp in horror, she’s crazy. She runs at you again, screaming and you dodge her, using your water powers to shoot the controller out of her hand. The controller rolls away, right towards the bottom of Robin’s foot.

“Consider yourself dumped.” he said, breaking the controller.

“NOOOOOOO!!!” she shrilled. You rolled your eyes and punched her square in the nose, her falling to the ground.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all night,” you grin at the Boy Wonder, who looked at you in awe.

.

The other Titans rejoined you as you watched Kitten, Killer Moth, and Fang get pulled into a police van.

“Nobody dumps Kitten! Nobody! You're going to pay for this, Robbie-poo! YOU'RE GOING TO PASAY!!” the blonde girl screamed while being pushed into one of the vans.

“So, no second date?” Cyborg jokes. Beast Boy was sitting over the edge of the boat holding one of Killer Moth’s moth larvae. According to them, the controller Kitten had allowed them to turn into moths, but when Robin broke it, they all turned back into harmless giant bugs.

“So what becomes of Killer Moth’s larvae population?” Starfire asks.

“You know...now that nobody's making 'em all mutate-y,.these things might actually make good pets.” Beast Boy said, poking at the larvae's belly.

“Don’t even think about it.” Raven says, staring in disgust.

You and Robin walk towards some of the students to apologize for ruining their nights when spotlights turn on, the bright lights moving across the floor. The two of you braced for impact. The announcer began to, well, announce.

“And now, the moment you've all been waiting for...the king and queen of this year's prom are...Robin and (y/n)!” Your eyes widened at the announcement.

“I’m back on duty so it’s Aquagirl now! Sorry!” you yelled awkwardly.

“Well um then Aquagirl-” Robin begins, but you stop him.

“I mean, you can call me (y/n), if that’s what you want,” you offered, slightly blushing. He blushed back.

“Oh! Ok, then (y/n) it is.”

“So how about that dance, Boy Wonder?”

“I guess one more dance wouldn’t kill me.”

.

Robin led you towards the middle of the dance floor. You put your arms around his neck and he put his arms around your waist. His hands were gentle, and was only lightly touching your back, as if he was ready to pull them back at any time.

But he was smiling; something he barely did all night. You both laughed as you awkwardly shuffled across the floor; it's like you had two right feet and he had two left feet so it canceled out. You pulled in a little closer, he hugged you a little tighter. You stared at his masked eyes, imagining them looking back at you.

Suddenly you heard a whistle and whipped your head to see the rest of the Titans nonchalantly watching you two dance. They grinned, waving hello. You rolled your eyes and whipped your hand at them. A small geyser jumped up and landed on the Titans, drenching them. You and Robin laughed, then resumed your dance.

Nights in Jump City are the worst time of day, but with Robin, it’s a whole lot better.

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[buttercupsbitch]

im finally watching under the red hood (ik a jason stan who hasnt seen it, blasaphemous) and holy shit. Ive got so much to say abt this.

Firstly, the line "tell the big man i said hello" is both horrible and amazing. Joker planted the bomb. he knew jason was not leaving that place. He was telling jason to say hi to god.

on that note, joker comparing him to dick? awful. not only did bruce do it, but others too?

dick/nightwing is so funny??? i love it honestly

the idea that joker was innocent before batman caused his insanity just adds a whole new layer to jason using the name, red hood. both of his biggest regrets under the same name? 10/10

batman beating joker to the point hes in a body cast for six months over jason?? good. shouldve killed him.

dick being shocked that bruce thanked him is very sad??

i love little jason and his quips. its so cute and totally doesnt make me wonder if he was doing all the showy flips and lines to mimic dick bc he thinks thats the robin bruce wants

the way bruce puts the pieces together, i lowkey hope it hurt him to even think about it

jason said "these hands rated pg-17. gotta be an adult"

JASON SAYING "YOU HEARD WRONG" abt them saying he uses his power to kill for money bc REALLY HES PROTECTING KIDS

"What took you so long?" "Shut up and fight"

"I missed watching you work" man was not even trying to hide his identity was he

He pushed him out of the fucking way.

"be glad i only killed one" yessir. god i adore it here.

i love jensen ackles all the time but him as my favorite adoptive trauma buddy is the best thing ever. the quips yall.

maybe its my trauma but i like that bruce is blaming himself.

the amount of fucks that joker had in black mask scene is hilarious and very relatable. "not these guys. cause well. theyre kinda dead"

ive been saying ra's wrong. i thought it was pronounced Rays not raysh.

im glad that ra's feels bad. good. fuck you too.

also 10/10 for Talia. bc shes hot af in this movie, would watch anything that had her starring in this art style.

jason absolutely going ham on the league after they resurrect him is very on brand honestly.

BRUCE JUST LEAVNG WHILE RA'S IS TALKING FUCKING GOLD ok

"his life and his death are my greatest failures" good. feel bad you shit show. on that note, when he says life, im assuming he meant the way he treated him not yk actually regretting his life.

my partner. 10/10 my soldier 0/10

"MOTORCYLE FETISH" i love that so much. never heard anything better.

jason is legitimately so smart ok. the whole plan.

what is joker's obsession with slumber parties?

"something you helped make" i love it so much.

i hate that he was right that bruce would come save joker.

"crap." the deadman expression ik that man was wearing under that awful mask.

"what bothers you more? that your greatest failure has returned from the grave?" he thinks that he is the greatest failure when really its his death. awful.

"antiquated sense of morality" agreed. fuck him.

"i thought id be the last person you would let him hurt." how much more can you hurt me?

i hate that the reasoning behind keeping joker alive is actually just his own moral dilemma, no matter how much he says it isnt.

jason just wanted bruce to pick him one time. that was it.

becoming a child soldier was the best day of his life. let that sink in.

why do we never get to see adult jason's face? unfair.

#bruce wayne #jason todd #batman under the red hood #batman #batfam #dick grayson #alfred is the only valid one #fuck joker

[youngbugandtonystank]

what's the difference between what wanda did to those people in wandavision and what tony did with ultron?

I have so many asks about this. Hate asks, and people wondering what’s going on. This is the only one I’m answering.

Both of them are responsible for their actions. I’ve seen people try and take away either Tony’s responsibility for that or Wanda’s engagement and accountability. 

In Tony’s case, the Ultron program was supposed to be a global peacekeeping program to protect the people, acting as a suit around the world to prevent events like the Battle of New York. He was doing it in the name of peace and safety. Tony was rightfully scared because he was the only one who knew what was coming. Wanda intentionally enhanced that fear in him and this drove him to create Ultron with Bruce. He has responsibility for it. Same as Bruce. He owns up to this, he took full responsibility and agreed that they needed to be regulated. 

Tony Stark: A few years ago, I almost lost her, so I trashed all my suits. Then, we had to mop up HYDRA... and then Ultron. My fault.

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Tony Stark: There's no decision-making process here. We need to be put in check! Whatever form that takes, I'm game. If we can't accept limitations, if we're boundary-less, we're no better than the bad guys.

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Tony Stark: That's good. That's why I'm here. When I realized what my weapons were capable of in the wrong hands, I shut it down and stop manufacturing.

--

If people think he needs to be in jail for it, then I’m guessing the rest of the Avengers too since all of them have made mistakes and killed people too. As a matter of fact, after the events of Wandavision, I’m sure that Wanda should be in the Raft, but because she’s ‘a poor baby’ yall won’t think she deserves that. 

SPOILERS

It’s a big possibility that we don’t have all the info about what happened in Wandavision but we’re going to go with what we know so far. 

In Wanda’s case, she did it to appease her grief and pain, and I can understand why she would get to that point, she’s been through a lot and maybe she was about to lose her mind. Instead of recruiting Wanda after the Sokovia incident, they should’ve given this girl treatment for her mental health problems. She just lost her brother and passed through a very traumatic war zone, of course she needs assistance. Cap and Natasha were the ones responsible for her because they were training the ‘new’ avengers. Sam was with them and he used to be a counselor to veterans with PTSD. He could’ve helped Wanda with some of her traumas. As shown in the series, Wanda did the whole hex business before meeting Agatha, which means creating that little reality was all Wanda’s responsibility. Hayward and Agatha did exactly what Wanda did to Tony (and the avengers/other people) in AOU. They manipulated her and played with her emotional traumas. Hayward showed her Vision’s body parts and Agatha started to pull strings to know how Wanda did what she did and her real powers while orchestrating against her. 

Both of them have made mistakes. No one is better than the other. I don’t understand why some fans want to make someone responsible more than the other or blame one character for the other. While Wanda gave Tony that vision and pushed his self-destructive side to obsess over saving the world, he did create Ultron, what Tony didn’t predict was that the robot was going to corrupt itself. Same with Wanda, while Agatha and Hayward contributed to her trauma, she held hostage and isolated 3,892 people to create her perfect reality, ripping these people away from their identities and free will to fit her own fantasy. Don’t turn this into ‘omg poor her, it’s Tony fault that she’s this way'. I can’t believe I have to repeat this but you don’t see Peter Parker obsessively looking for the person who manufactured the gun instead of the criminal who actually killed Uncle Ben. Ridiculous that I have to repeat this example. 

Oh and about Vision’s body (damn yall have a gift to turn everything into Tony’s fault for some reason). I can’t believe some of you think Tony (while grieving for 5 years) would give Vision to Hayward. You’re either pulling stuff out of your asses or you didn’t pay attention to the show. Maria Rambeau founded and was the Director of S.W.O.R.D. In 2018 (when IW happened), this is where she came up with a new policy within S.W.O.R.D. to ground snapped agents in case they ever returned. Maria was diagnosed with cancer, then two years later (2020), she passed away. Then, Hayward was promoted to Director of S.W.O.R.D., in his first years (2020-2022) he refocused the organization’s work from extraterrestrial operations to robotics, nanotechnology and artificial intelligence, etc. There, that was the 5 years. Then in 2023 it’s when he started project Cataract, which revolved around rebuilding Vision as a sentient weapon. Tony was dead when this happened. How come yall don’t get this part? I don’t understand, do you really think his dead corpse signed some papers to give Vision to those people? LMAO

Instead of thinking Tony would give up Vision just like that, think (possibilities):

Maria was the head of S.W.O.R.D., she might have just been keeping his body safe without doing anything with him. Maybe she trusted Hayward and he, obviously, betrayed her because he’s turning her organization into something else after her death. 

One of the Sokovia Accords regulations states that the use of technology to bestow individuals (the term ‘enhanced individual’ in this book is defined as any person, human or otherwise, with superhuman capabilities) with innate capabilities is strictly regulated by the government, as is the use and distribution of highly advanced technology. Vision signed those accords ('I'm saying there may be a casualty. Our very strength invites challenge. Challenge incites conflict. And conflict... breeds catastrophe. Oversight...oversight is not an idea that can be dismissed out of hand’) The Avengers were no longer be a private organization and they operate under the supervision of the United Nations. This means they (UN) were the ones that referred Vision’s body to S.W.O.R.D., to a trustworthy leader, Maria. 

Vision died in Wakanda, not in New York. Tony was missing for 22 days after the snap, the rest of the avengers should’ve taken responsibility for his body.  

Why is it always Tony’s fault but never consider that other parties are also involved in this? 

I want to address some other asks with this one. I know some of you are angry because people are starting to blame Tony all over again, so a few things to remember:

Tony did not create the Accords. The Accords were the result of all the collective actions the Avengers have done in their superhero careers. All of them have made mistakes and the collateral damage of that was taken into consideration by the government and 117 countries around the world. He signed the accords because he knew that he could amend them with the support of the rest of the avengers and he knew about Thanos (something big was coming). 

Obadiah Stane (it’s so bizarre for me seeing that some people don’t know who this guy is, I’m guessing that the people who are watching Wandavision are too young to remember or didn’t watch the Iron Man movies at all which is highly probable) was the one selling weapons to the wrong people, not Tony. Obadiah was the CEO of Stark industries and became second-in-command for two decades. He grew jealous of Tony and began cooperating with the Ten Rings in Afghanistan, selling them Stark Industries weapons illegally. Imagine blaming all of it on Tony when Obadiah basically murdered thousands only because he felt a little green. If someone who you trust (he had no reasons to doubt Obadiah since he was like a second father-figure for him) does something behind your back (take into consideration that people like Pepper; who was Tony’s assistant and had knowledge of all of Tony’s activities and responsibilities, Rhodey; who was the liaison between the military in the department of acquisitions and Stark Industries, and Happy Hogan; who was his personal bodyguard and Head of Security of Stark Industries, didn’t know what Stane was doing either), how are you going to know about it? Tony trusted him. And when he realized what was going on he immediately stopped all of it. He worked hard to be better and people overlook that because they want other characters to look better. 

Don’t act like Tony was the only one assisting the military. All of the avengers assisted in one way or another. Natasha (who used to be an assassin) was in the Red Room, trained in the Black Widow Program in association with Leviathan and the Soviet Armed Forces, served for KGB, etc. Bruce Banner used to work for the United States government and was commissioned to create a super serum for them. Same goes with the rest, Sam, Clint, etc. Steve Rogers was a soldier lmaoooooooooooooo like, what happened to Tony with Obadiah happened to Steve with SHIELD/HYDRA in TWS. He trusted the people working in there (SHIELD), served for them, did missions for them and as soon as he found out what they were doing behind his back he turned against them. 

Knowing all of this, how is Tony always the villain for yall? I’m guessing because Tony’s popularity in the MCU, but still, aren’t yall tired of not understanding the plot and having people repeat it to you constantly? Watch the movies if you want to understand the franchise, people. Stop following the crowd. 

Also, Wanda is not a kid, she’s a 35 year old woman in Wandavision, she was 26 in AOU and 27 in CW. Hardly a child. Tony had almost her same age (38) when he realized Obadiah was selling illegal weaponry behind his back. The only reason people don’t fully forgive Tony is because 1. he’s a man and 2. he’s a billionaire. Even if Wanda was poor she still killed and hurt many people over the course of her life. Stop trying to make Tony the villain only to downplay Wanda’s actions. 

Both have killed people, both have made mistakes. They’re both responsible for them. 

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.01 - The Wounds This World Left On My Soul, Will All Be Healed and I’ll Be Whole

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A/N: HI MY ADORABLE LITTLE SWEET POTATOES! After what seems like a lifetime, I’m finally back to writing and posting! I really want to thank you for being so understanding and kind about me needing to take a break for so long! It meant so much to know I would still have all of you even when I wasn’t posting. And the break was just what I needed because now I’m back and more inspired than ever! This story has been something I’ve been working on for nearly a year and I can easily say it’s one of the things I’m most proud of. It’s very different than anything I’ve written before, which makes me a bit anxious, but knowing I have yall makes it so much less nerve wracking . I really hope you you enjoy this story just as much as I love writing it! As always, please let me know your thoughts and any comments you have! Writers thrive off of feedback and it’s one thing we really need to keep going! Anyways, I really hope you love Ellie and this little introduction chapter to her and some thoughts inside her mind! Chapters after this one will typically be much longer, just wanted to introduce you to our new girl!(: I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! MUCH LOVE💛😘

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It takes a certain kind of person to thrive in the environment that comes with living in a busy city. The kind of person who feeds off of the adrenaline rush brought on by dashing between crowds of people in order to make sure you catch your bus on time. The type who enjoys the poetic dramatics of living a life they always dreamed about, yet one that means nothing to any of the thousands passing by. Or one who loves that no matter the time of day, echoes of conversation, laughter, and unnamed music can be heard bouncing around the streets.

Ellie Corgan is not that kind of person.

A soft, barely audible whine escaped her best friend, but his head plopping down in her lap is what finally stole Ellie’s attention from outside the car.

A soft, barely audible whine escaped her best friend, but his head plopping down in her lap is what finally stole Ellie’s attention from outside the car.

“I know.” she sighed, making sure to run her fingers along the top of his head.

“Got a good one there.”

The light voice of the driver who picked her up from the airport reminded her that she wasn’t alone in the car. From the moment Ellie spotted the woman holding a sign with her name on it, the reality of what was to come had settled upon her skin like a dusting of sand on a windy beach day. Because no matter how many times she tried to think of something else, those little grains of sand kept popping up and reminding her that everything was changing.

“Oh. Yeah, he’s pretty great.”

“I’ve never seen a dog be so attentive in the car. Usually they’re too busy sticking their head out the window catching flies.” The driver laughed to herself, glancing into the rearview mirror once the car rolled to a stop.

“He just loves attention.” Ellie let out a small breathy laugh, making sure to give some extra love to the spot behind his ear that she had learned was his favorite. All the while his gaze never left Ellie’s face.

Quiet returned as Ellie once again turned her focus to the world outside as they got to the top of the hill the car was climbing. However, gone were the muted tones of sky high office buildings, instead, colorful residences began to show her what living in an old New England town was really about. It was like a complete 180 from everything she was previously dreading, as if she was brought back in time. Variations of colonial style homes resided on either sides of the street, just behind a very clearly weathered brick sidewalk, ranging from shades of reds and greens to the most popular beiges and yellows. There was nothing grand or extraordinary about the houses themselves, all of which looked nearly identical to their neighbor, but it was the bigger picture that made Ellie’s heart soar. Trees grew at just the right angles, giving an almost perfect natural arch to the historic street, and white flowers hung on every branch made it almost look like twinkling lights in the sunshine. Pops of bright color came into view every so often when passing a house with a vibrant front door. And her favorite design choice of all, one that most would overlook or not give a second thought to - the iron detailing. Old street lights, railings leading to said bright doors, tiny tree guards protecting passerby from roots, and even iron hitching posts kept in front of the old homes from when horses used to be the only mode of transportation. And the cherry on top of it all? The silence in the streets told her that the sporadic couple walking their dog or young adult biking by was hopefully the most interaction she would be getting in this area.

This is the kind of person Ellie Corgan is.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” the woman in the front seat asked, a smile evident in her question.

“Yeah. It’s so…. peaceful.”

“Just wait until the snow falls. Not only does it look like something straight out of a Better Homes and Gardens magazine, but it’s so quiet you can barely even hear the noise from downtown.” The statement was music to Ellie’s ears. She didn’t know it was possible to crave something as badly as she craved a silent life.

“Is it mostly families around here?” a tiny hint of copper coated Ellie’s tongue, the inside of her cheek nibbled nearly raw in anxiety.

“Well, you’ve got some kids that go to Brown and RISD scattered around here, but most of these houses are families or couples. The college kids tend to live down that ways a bit -” she loosely pointed across the car and out the passenger side window. “- more towards Thayer street.”

It was difficult to pay much attention to what the woman was saying. The houses may have looked similar, but each had their own set of unique details, all of which stole Ellie’s attention. Like some opting to have small flickering candles in each window, or some keeping an array of plants just beside the front door. It made everything feel cozy, like she had left her old life behind completely and moved right into a Hallmark movie.

“Thayer?”

“It’s basically like the main street of the East Side of Providence. Got loads of shops, some restaurants, a movie theater, just a fun time. You’ll have to check out Andrea’s. It’s a Greek place, has killer kabobs.”

“Oh, um, I will. Thank you.” Ellie smiled, turning to look out of the front window as the car turned down a narrow, slightly downward slanted road. The homes here seemed newer, not as much of a flashback to olden times, but more of the typical New England style homes she thought of when thinking about her move to Rhode Island. More beach toned homes with white accents, large glass bay windows, nicer cars parked along the sides of the road, and tall, lush, green trees gave each house a small sense of privacy.

“Well, this is you.” the woman said as the car pulled up in front of a beige two story home. It was simple compared to others on the street; a black front door to match the window panes, two white pillars stood just before the door, creating a small shaded porch that matched the other white detailing on the home, and a few decent size shrubs were planted in front of the first floor windows. A driveway built to the left of  the front door, leading back into a single one car garage, and from what Ellie could see, a beautiful view of downtown Providence could be seen from the backyard. It was everything she didn’t have back home.

A small shudder raced down her spine, almost like someone was tracing a line from the back of her neck down to the very top of her pants. Thinking about the home she had left behind was something she swore she would stop doing once getting to Providence. That was the entire reason for this move; to close that chapter of her life and figure out what kind of person she wanted to be.

“Providence is great.” The woman in the driver’s seat turned around, her curly red hair getting pushed towards her face as the back of her head dragged against the headrest. Her face was welcoming, with freckles covering her full cheeks, light traces of wrinkles creasing along her skin, and big brown eyes looked back at Ellie like she enjoyed their small conversations more than anything. But Ellie didn’t miss the way the women’s eyes quickly travel down her face. She never misses it. “You’re going to love it.”

“Thank you. You were a great welcome to the city.” Ellie nodded honestly, moving ever so slightly, but enough to make the dog on her lap leap to his feet. “I’ve been a bit nervous about the whole thing.”

In return for her confession, Ellie received a warm smile. “Starting a new chapter of life can be scary. Just try to remember why you’re doing it. And try to remember to enjoy it. You’re young, live on the wild side while you still can.” she winked.

“I spent a long time on that side. I think I’ll try out the quite, tame side of life for a while.” Ellie chuckled. “Thank you again.”

After a few reassurances that she didn’t need any help with her bags, Ellie found herself alone on the curb in front of her new home. There’s always stories about leaving the city you were born in, and how amazing it will be to move somewhere where no one knows you. Where you can be whoever you decide to be. But no one ever mentions how frightening it can be. All of the uncertainty had Ellie’s feet frozen in place, unable to take a single step towards whoever her new self was going to be.

“It’s a nice place, huh? What do you think?” she asked, still not moving her feet, but tilting her head down so she could gauge the dog at her feet’s reaction. “I know, it looks a bit big. I was thinking the same thing. And that view in the back must mean there’s a drop, right?”

Only a pointed stare was her response.

“Yeah. Probably a big one too. Could be dangerous. We could probably see about finding somewhere smaller. Maybe more secluded? ‘M sure it wouldn’t be too difficult.” She turned her full attention to the dog, squatting down to rest her forehead against his while running her hands over his soft coat. His attention never faltered from her, going as far as nuzzling into the palm of her hand.

“I’m being dumb, aren’t I?” Ellie asked after a silent moment, her tone causing the dog’s head to slightly tilt. “I know. I know I am. I just…” unable to get the words to travel from her brain to her mouth, she turned her head towards the house.

“‘M scared, Kuko.”

At the sound of his name, her companion wasted no time in turning to quickly lick her cheek. His warm breath fanned over Ellie’s skin, sending a shiver down her spine, and a chuckle to leave her lips.

“Yeah yeah. I know you’re excited. ‘M just being a baby. This’ll be good for us. A new place. New city. Maybe we can even find you a cute little doodle. Husky maybe?” The sudden sound of one of her neighbors opening their garage door gave her the final push she needed to enter the house, not wanting to meet any neighbors just yet. “Welcome home, buddy. Let’s go see.”

With a soft click of the lock, the front door shut behind Ellie. Directly across from her, and pushed up against the left wall, sat a staircase leading to what she assumed was the second floor apartment. There was nothing special about the stairs, just a plain white and wooden set, but the fabric runners on each step caught her eye. They were a deep emerald green with what looked to be hand drawn white and ocean green tulips, but what really caught her eye was that they seemed to be made out of rubber. The thought of whoever lived here needing to put those in to prevent drunken spills after a night out with friends brought a smile to Ellie’s face.

On the other side of the small foyer, against the right wall and at the mouth of a little hallway, was the white door to her apartment. There were a few odd and ends around the room and down the hallway; an empty coat rack and bench were shoved against the wall under the stairs, a large potted baby palm tree just behind where the front door would swing open, and a tiny door leading to a small storage space under the stairs. At the very end of the hallway, was a screen door with swirling green details to pop against the plain white door behind it.

“Wanna see the backyard?”

Kuko whined in excitement, looking between Ellie and the hallway.

The first thing Ellie noticed when opening the back door was the view. There was no way to notice anything else. She was wrong earlier when thinking the view would be nice. Because it wasn’t nice. It was breathtaking. Just past a small enough yard for Kuko to stretch his legs, and over the thin wire fence cutting off the property, was the entire city of Providence. Small rectangles of light began to pop up all along the skyline as the sun started its descent. Oranges and pinks and purples filled the sky, illuminating the silhouettes of the Capitol building, office buildings downtown, the glowing red sign for The Biltmore Hotel, and the changing colored lights in the building her research of the city had told her was called the superman building. Everything about the view was perfect, and for the first time since stepping out of that car, she was excited to be in Providence.

“Hmm. Yeah that’s… that’s a lot prettier than I thought too.” Ellie let out in a hushed breath, eyes never leaving the skyline. “Been cramped up all day, go on. Have a little fun. Kuko, go. I’m fine.”

The black German Shepherd stood in place for a fleeting second, giving Ellie a long glare as if he was checking to see if she was actually alright, before jetting off down the small three steps leading from the porch to the grass.

The cozy vibe that Ellie had briefly seen inside the house had been carried over into the back yard. Just outside the back door, where Ellie was standing to get the view of downtown, was a porch just big enough for a few people. On the right was a long swing that took up the entire width of the structure. It hung so that when someone was sitting on it, they could still easily be part of any conversation as it faced inwards towards the opposite side of the porch. And that side was home to a small wooden table with a single matching chair. It all felt very cohesive; the green stair runners, potted plants scattered around the floor of the deck as well as some hanging from the top, and even the green cushions on the swing and chair. It made Ellie question if whoever lived here before her, or even if the people upstairs, had their hand in some kind of design field.

Ellie let out a loud whistle after letting Kuko dash around for a bit. “Come on baby.”

“It’s nice isn’t it?” she asked as they walked back into the house. “Definitely not as much space as back ho-” the words got caught in her throat before she could finish the sentence. Remembering not to talk about life before the move was clearly going to be something she avidly worked towards. “It’s nice.”

Taking a mental note on how easy to unlock her front door was, Ellie nearly tripped over her bags as she burst through the front door to her new apartment. She could have laughed at how similar to a movie scene it all felt. Because just like what happened outside, she was pleasantly surprised about the inside of the apartment. From the outside, the place may have been a boring shade of beige compared to its neighbors, but on the inside, it was as if a design magazine had thrown up one every wall. In the best way possible. All of which she had her mother to thank for.

The living room, which was directly as she entered,begged for a comforting night in. Attention immediately went to the painting hanging on the wall across from the door, directly above a short and long empty bookshelf. It was a realism piece, one depicting The Palio di Siena. The painting showed the biannual horse race held in Siena, Italy each year with thousands of onlookers in the stands, and it was one of the pieces Ellie was most proud to have created. She could remember the countless hours it took to complete like it was yesterday. The reference photo that had been pinned to the corner of the canvas had become all she knew for weeks. The sea of attendees, all with their own individual expressions and outfits, gained their own personalities between the brussels of her paint brushes. She could remember the nights she stayed stowed away in her room trying to get every stroke of each horse’s hair perfect, nights when the moonlight reflected off of the untouched plate of food her mother had to bring her because she missed meals. And the feeling of pride that gushed through her when she was finally able to step back and look at the finished piece of all her dedicated work. Now, after so long, seeing her own artwork hanging in this new space was bittersweet, but it also gave her an insane push of inspiration, and she couldn’t wait to break out her first canvas in the North East.

In front of the bookshelf  a mustard colored velvet sofa was situated in a way that overlooked the entire living room, a loveseat across from the couch made of the same material, and a circular wicker coffee table, all sat on top of a worn looking red, yellow, orange, and cream patterned rug. To her right, behind where the door opens, a tv on top of a dark wooden tv stand, the wood almost the same walnut color as the hardwood spread throughout the apartment.

“Think we could’a done this good of a job?” Ellie chuckled, looking around. But Kuko had already locked his sights on a dog bed in the back corner of the room. It was situated between two walls, just to the right of a large bay window, that unfortunately looked out to the neighboring house instead of the backyard.

“Hm.. yeah. Probably not.”

From the moment it was finalized, Ellie was confident that nothing about this move would feel permanent. There would be no feeling of contentment between the four walls of her Providence home. It just wasn’t possible when life before had left such a heavy weight. A piece of her tried to think of Providence optimistically, because if it was going to be her new life, shouldn’t she at least try to make the best of it? Being in this new place gave her the chance to invent whatever version for herself that she could dream up. But as soon as one positive aspect was added to the ‘pros’ list, three would join the ‘cons’ list almost immediately. Almost as if her brain was pre-sabotaging herself in the hopes to soften the blow when life inevitably went up in smoke.

In theory, everything about the apartment was perfect. It was quaint and inviting and a place where, under any other circumstance, she’d be jumping for joy. But the photos and artwork hanging at every corner seemed to call to her like a siren, whispering their sweet nothings in her ears, only to drag her deeper under the surface, reminding her of what once was.

“Well buddy.” The silent apartment carried Ellie’s hushed voice, making it seem much louder and much more final than she had anticipated. “Welcome home.”

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👀 mcc discourse? /gen

okay mcc discourse time everyone strap in

the three things i see people being pissed about most often are the lack of lgbt+ people in the event, the specific lgbt+ creators playing and, of course, technoblade being involved. so, let's break down why all three of these things are fucking dumb.

1) "there isnt enough lgbt+ creators".

this would be a fair argument that i could get behind...if not for the way mcc is set up for this specific event—and by that i mean it is a youtube sponsored event. the ccs involved need to have platforms on youtube to be able to participate to begin with, as it is a charity event. mcc doesn't have a lot of lgbt+ streamers involved this time around because a lot of those streamers straight up could not stream this event and scott literally said this himself.

on top of that, this isnt a "get invited and you can play!" event, it is a "you need to apply to be involved" event, meaning, if people dont meet the deadline, or they dont apply at fucking all, they cant play. that's not on fucking scott or anyone organizing mcc, that is on the ccs (if they even wanna be involved, i could not blame them for avoiding mcc after last times mess) who didnt apply in time/at all.

2) "there isnt enough diversity in the lgbt+ streamers" aka "im erasing people's identities and, again, disregarding the literal qualifications for this mcc which include having a youtube platform"

i keep seeing people bring up how every lgbt+ person in mcc is white and able bodied and neurotypical etc etc (which is an inaccurate statement anyways) as reasons why they "arent good enough" or they're bringing up how there "isnt any of [x] sexuality/gender involved" as if that's the organizers faults and i uh. i hate to break it to yall but, again, this is an apply to get in event. if these ccs that were "more diverse" (bc why the fuck are we referring to these ccs playing in fucking minecraft championship as some weird ass diversity characters instead of real life people who are more than their race, disability, etc.) met the requirements and were lgbt+ but just didnt apply, while a lot of other white, cis, neurotypical, able bodied, whatever the fuck else, did? yeah. nobody can change that. scott didnt just pick and chose who gets to play, there are literal rules for this event and also applications that are involved like?? hello????? and obviously i would love to see some more lgbt+ creators from different backgrounds with different identities in the cast, that would be awesome, but that is ultimately not up to the organizers. they cant force people to play. they cant skip people in the waiting lists. they can't have people who cant stream be involved in this mcc as their first event, both because it would be sad for them not to stream their first mcc and because it is a literal charity event.

and, to make things worse, a lot of people are saying there "isnt any trans people this mcc" which is just. a blatant lie. eret isnt cis and sqiashey is genderfluid, yall just dont like eret so you decide to refer to her as a "cis man" constantly, which is transphobic, and yall also dont know sqiashey so instead of doing research, you started running ur mouths and then didn't apologize when you got called on it.

like. even if eret was truly problematic, which i dont believe they are as they have apologized for every little mistake theyve made and dealt with the backlash from entitled little privileged teenagers online all while not complaining even the slightest bit, that still doesnt give you a right to misgender them and erase their identity as a non cis person entirely because you're mad over a fucking minecraft event like??? how fucking privileged you must be that this is what gets you heated. not any actual homophobia or transphobia, but apparently "lgbt+ people in minecraft not being diverse enough". choke.

3) "technoblade is a lesphobe, why is he in mcc"

tw on this section: i discuss my expierences with homophobia as an afab nblw briefly and reclaim the d slur (if you wanna read this section and avoid the homophobia discussion and/or d slur, skip from "as someone who is nblw" to "techno making a shitty joke").

all of techno's lesphobic comments are from 5+ years ago and were, at worst, jokes in poor taste. as someone who is nblw, i have had men follow me and my friend around and call us dykes for holding hands in a museum, i have had my family members harrass me for my sexuality and casually talk about how im gross and wrong for liking girls and i have been punished by literal teachers for showing "too much pda" with my past girlfriends despite the fact that ive never even kissed someone on campus before, just held hands and hugged. techno making some shitty jokes when he was a teenager years ago, while also having a plethora of examples of him being an lgbt+ ally, which does include lesbians, should not be treated the same way as literal bigots calling queer people slurs. and if you think it should be, you have had it fucking lucky.

yes, it is valid to be upset over these jokes, they're fucking weird and he shouldnt have made them, but to treat it with the exact same seriousness as a grown ass adult showing blatant homophobia in current times? no. fuck no.

extra notes bc there's some minor discourse points i left out: no, dream team shouldnt get to be involved in this event over other cishet ccs involved just because they have bigger platforms because this quite literally isnt about them, it's about lgbt+ people and they just didnt happen to get in. shut the fuck up. stop mentioning ant and velvet as people who shouldve been involved, they're quite literally together rn doing little daytrips and shit and they most likely dont wanna spend their time together playing fucking minecraft. also, stop saying techno should be replaced with ranboo (or anyone for that matter), it breaks ranboo's fucking boundaries and him donating 100k to the trevor project doesnt suddenly mean he gets to skip the mcc waiting list.

in conclusion: twitter stop whining over pride mcc, your privilege is showing.

(tagging @tauntwenthome bc you said you wanted to hear as well <3)

#mcc #technoblade #mcyt fandom critical #dsmp fandom critical #fandom critical #discourse #this was hard to write bc this situation is a pain in the ass to explain ajsksk #like specifically the 2nd section i kept rewriting and i still think it sounds confusing but whatever #mcyt #mcytblr #ask to tag #shit self #ok to rb #asks #ghcstbvr #magnus tag 💭 #bangerz

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Northern Exposure | Bucky // End

❄ PART 4 OF THE MINI-SERIES ❄

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Warnings: non consent sex and rape (series); violence, creepiness on part of our boys, predatory behaviour, Bucky’s an asshole, they’re all too lonely and too desperate, mistaken identity, spanking, binding, death, mentions of brainwashing.

This is dark! fic and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Pairings: Sam Wilson x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, A Bad Time x Reader

Series Synopsis: You’re a nature photographer stationed up north but the arctic isolation comes to an unexpected and unpleasant end.

Note: I'm gonna be away dealing with lots of personal issues but will see yall when I get back and look forward to it.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

You were dazed as Steve pulled the tee shirt back over your head. He sat you in the same chair he made you fuck him on and you stared at your palms as he moved around. Your body didn’t feel like yours. You bent and unbent your fingers as you tried to feel anything but the buzzing rawness in your core. A plate clinked loudly on the table and you raised your head.

Steve pulled up a chair around the side of the table, his knee almost against yours as he sat, “you have to eat.”

You blinked at the dry looking chicken breast on yellow rice with overcooked corn and peas. He took the fork and you reached for it and he quickly batted down your hand.

Confused, you parted your lips and he cut into the chicken. He scooped up a forkful and held it out to you carefully, his hand cupped under it to catch any spills.

“It’s hot, blow on it,” he said.

You felt hollow and your brain could only think of the food as the scent made your stomach clench hungrily. You blew carefully on the fork and let him slide it into your mouth. He repeated it, again and again. Each bite was easier and despite the odd texture of the food, you didn’t mind the taste.

When the plate was cleared, he set down the fork and unfolded the paper napkin. He wiped your mouth, his finger tickled your bottom lip and he hummed. He handed you the bottle of water and leaned back as he watched you drink.

“You gotta keep your energy up,” he said, “it’s our fault. We’ve neglected you.”

You put the bottle down and shrunk in on yourself. It was all fucked. The more you sat there across from this man, the more your chest felt as if it would collapse. You lowered your head again and traced the line of your palm with your thumb.

“You need to sleep, I know Sam didn’t let you do much of that,” he said, “admittedly, I was selfishly impatient,” he stood and you watched him cross the room. He took the throw from over the back of the couch and looked over his shoulder at you, “come on. You should at least try.”

You didn’t move. You hung your head and swayed slightly. Everything around you was blurry, the air felt fuzzy, and your skin pricked with terror.

“Sweetheart--”

“Don’t call me that,” you hissed, “I’m not… not that. What you’re doing--”

“Over here right now,” his tone was stern and unyielding, “don’t make me repeat myself.”

You clenched your jaw and glanced over at him. His hand was on his hip as his eyes bore into you and the vein in his forehead made you flinch. There was a tenuous wire wound tight between his good side and his bad side.

You rose and ambled over to him clumsily. Your thighs rubbed together painfully and the effort made your pelvis ache. He grabbed your shoulder and guided you down onto the couch. He threw the blanket over you and tucked in the sides, his hands crawled over it and he felt your curves through the warm layer.

“Oh…” he retracted his hand and stood straight as he poked his tongue out and watched you, “I…” 

You turned onto your side and tried to ignore him. Sleep might be your only escape from that hell.

“Are you…” he hesitated, “I came in you. Are you on… something?”

You sniffed and rolled so that your back was to him. You whimpered as your thigh hit each other and pulled the blanket to your chin. You wanted to vomit up all the food he’d just fed you.

“I need to know,” he touched your shoulder, “if you’re not--”

“I have an implant…” you mumbled.

“Implant?” he repeated.

You stared at the back of the couch. Was he really that stupid?

“They put it in your arm. It’s good for a couple years,” you shrugged, “don’t worry, you’ll only be hurting me.”

You heard him swallow. He was quiet and his footsteps trailed softly away from you.

“I’m taking care of you,” he said, “you’re lucky I am because Sam doesn’t give a shit and Bucky would sooner throw you out in the snow.”

You didn’t answer. You covered your head with the blanket and closed your eyes. You were so exhausted, so sore, so worn out that you could only think of sleep. You wanted to forget about the man behind you and the two others wandering out on the tundra. You wanted to pretend for the little time you could that everything was normal.

❄

The door woke you and sent you back into a spin. You huddled under the blanket and nestled further into the cushions as the boots clomped and a heavy dragging scratched the floor. You focused on keeping even breaths as the lock buzzed back into place.

“This was at her door,” a knock on wood followed Bucky’s voice and you could guess that your weakly crate of groceries had arrived, “it’s gonna be a while before anyone knows she’s gone.”

“Shh,” Sam hushed.

“She’s awake,” Bucky spat back, “I can hear her heart going.”

You cringed and slowly sat up. You looked over at the men as Steve helped Bucky pull the lid off the crate. Sam smiled at you and unzipped his jacket, “how are you doing, baby?”

“Fine,” you murmured and pushed yourself into the corner of the couch and folded yourself up beneath the blanket.

“Real milk,” Bucky declared as he pulled out the carton, “and bread.”

“Who brings all this?” Steve asked as Sam unlaced his boots, watching you as he impatiently undressed.

“The depot,” you answered.

“The depot? And they know you’re up here?”

“They get my money and they bring up what I order,” you grumbled, “I doubt they care as long as they’re paid.”

Steve nodded and shared a look with Bucky. Sam rounded the couch and sat beside you, he played with the edge of the blanket as you kept as far from him as you could. The other two kept sorting through the haul.

“Go back tomorrow, get the radio,” Steve said, “and we’ll have her place another order.”

Bucky looked at him quizzically then continued reading the side of a can of chili, “and why should I do that?”

“We’ll have her check in with her boss, tell them she’s safe,” Steve said, “she is, really.”

“No,” you said, “I won’t, I’ll--”

The can barely missed you and bounced off the wall. You looked behind you and eyed the dent as you pushed yourself up on the arm and the blanket fell away from you. You shook as you faced Bucky.

“You can’t trust her,” he said as he turned back to Steve, “you both know that and now you want to give her a radio--”

“Baby,” Sam grabbed your ankle and drew you back down onto the cushion. His arm snaked around you and he caressed your cheek as he held you to him, “it’s okay.” He tensed and peered over his shoulder, “do it again, jackass, and it’ll be thrown right back at you.”

A low growl followed and then the rustle of the groceries. A silence pervaded the bunker and made you shiver. Sam lifted the blanket over you again and held you tighter. He rocked you as he placed your head on his chest.

“You just gonna let her sit around on the couch all day? Lay on her back all night as we’re out there--”

“She’ll cook,” Steve asserted, “won’t you, sweetheart?”

You didn’t respond as you listened to Sam’s heartbeat and inhaled his scent. His touch made your skin crawl but his strength made you stay.

“I can take care of myself,” Bucky insisted.

“What the fuck is your problem, man?” Sam snarled.

“You know what the problem is,” Bucky retorted, “you fuckin’ know.”

“Buck,” Steve warned.

“He gave me bad intel,” Bucky’s boots hammered towards you, “just so he could have his little plaything.”

Sam slid you away from him and stood to stand chest to chest with his fellow agent. You gaped up at them as Steve came close and put his hands on their shoulders.

“Enough,” Steve warned.

“No, I could have killed her because this asshole lied, I could--”

“And you offered to kill her anyway,” Sam pushed Bucky, “so what the fuck’s the problem?”

“This is a mission, not a vacation,” Bucky sneered, “Hydra is still out there, Ursa is probably laughing at us right now--”

“It’s about the mission?” Sam challenged, “really? You didn’t care three days ago when you tried to run back Stateside.”

“Shut up,” Bucky snapped.

“You shut up, man,” they shoved each other at the same time and Steve got between them.

“Hey, both of you,” he pointed at them and looked from one to the other, “stop. Right now.”

Bucky roiled and Sam glared back at them as the other man barely kept them apart. One wrong move and it would be a full blown fight.

“You know what will happen, Steve,” Bucky’s voice cracked, “you know I can’t control it.”

“Only if you keep holding back,” Steve lowered his voice and waved off Sam, “she’s good, she’s obedient.”

“She’s scared,” Bucky said, “and that means she’s unpredictable.”

“Then help us, help us train her,” Steve said.

“No, I can’t,” Bucky shook his head, “not-- last time--”

“We’re here now, we won’t let it happen again,” Steve coaxed as Sam retreated, “but you keep doing this and it will.”

You stood slowly as Sam went to the crate and reached in. He took out a chocolate bar and smiled. You crept along the wall and a floor board gave away your movement. All three men looked over at you.

“I… need the bathroom,” you breathed.

Steve nodded and waved you on. He turned back to Bucky and grabbed his arm. He lowered his voice as the latter’s blue eyes peeked over at you. You couldn’t hear what he was saying but the way Bucky stared made you tremble. You scurried away and hid inside the bathroom.

You inhaled as your nerves bounced off each other. You listened through the door and your blood chilled.

“It’s different,” Bucky said, “if it was Ursa, she’d deserve it.”

“You won’t hurt her, that’s not you,” Steve argued, “she’s a good girl.”

“He doesn’t care,” Bucky gritted, “he doesn’t listen.”

“Bucky…” Steve sighed, “there’s no him, only you.”

“I can’t,” Bucky said, “not yet.”

❄

Two more days, you thought it was only two. They passed slowly but in a blur. Your time was marked by the little chores given to you by Steve; you cooked the meals, blending your farmer’s haul and their military dry freeze rations and you tidied up to keep yourself busy and try to evade them. It didn’t matter, your work could wait until they had their pleasure.

A routine was put in place. You ate with the men and when they left in the morning, you slept until the afternoon, then you got up and cleaned and cooked. When they returned, you ate again and after supper, Sam or Steve took you into the bedroom. By the time the others retired, you were settled under the arm of your respective tormenter.

The fourth morning was particularly chilly. Sam and Steve woke up early and whispered in the dark. That night, you’d been trapped against Steve’s hot body but despite that, Sam bent to kiss your cheek. Steve placed a folded shirt in the empty spot beside you.

“You can wear that today,” he kept his voice low as the other super soldier continued snoring, “me and Sam have to go out on the ice. We’ll be back late.”

You nodded and looked past him to Bucky’s sleeping form, a lump in the dark.

“He has his own work but it’s early still,” Steve assured you, “he doesn’t like the water but we need two men.” Steve bent and rubbed your cheek, “just keep your head down and he’ll be gone before you know it.”

You were quiet as they left. You heard them readying in the other room and the heavy front door of the bunker signalled their departure.

You laid in the dark and thought of the third man. You could still recall that ominous conversation and the fire in his eyes every time he looked at you. You quivered as you thought of how he avoided you, stalking along your peripheral like a predator. Salivating but hesitant.

You couldn’t figure out what it all meant. You only knew that it couldn’t be good. Whatever scared Bucky about himself terrified you even more. Sam and Steve even seemed reluctant to push him too far, as if afraid they would trigger something uncontrollable and that fed your fear further.

You didn’t want to be there when he woke up. You sat up and pulled on the long sleeved tee. You crossed your arms and stood, keeping your head down as you stepped between the bed. A sudden movement in the dark made you flinch and you realised the snoring had stopped. Bucky caught your wrist before you could get to the end of the bed.

You spun back to him as he sat up and clung to your arm. You stared at him through the black as his metal grip squeezed tighter. You shook and tried to pull away.

“They’re going to keep you,” he said quietly, “nothing I can do about that.”

“Please, let me--”

“I don’t want to kill you,” he continued, “I only said it because I hoped it would keep it from happening. That they might leave you there so I wouldn’t.”

“What--”

“I can’t help it,” he pulled you until your knee hit the mattress, “I try not to go that far but--” He yanked until you fell forward across his legs, “he wants you.”

“Bucky--”

“Not me,” he held your hip as his other hand rubbed your ass, “the soldat.”

He lifted his hand and struck your ass. You cried out and fought as you tried to push yourself up. He grabbed the back of your neck and wrenched you up, getting to his knees as he turned and forced you flat across the bed.

“They never let them live,” he whispered as he straddled you, “they made me kill them but if I didn’t fuck them, they couldn’t control me… him.”

“I don’t know what--”

“Maybe… maybe I can try…” his lips brushed your own as he bent over you, “I hear you with them and I want to try.”

“Bucky,” you touched his metal hand as it stretched along your throat, “please, you can let me go-- you can--”

He squeezed until your voice turned to a wisp and you rasped loudly as you tried to breathe.

“They’ll find you even if I do,” he said, “or make me find you.”

“Pl--” you coughed and grasped his fingers as your eyes watered.

He pushed off of you suddenly and you gasped for air. He grabbed your ankles and you yelped as he dragged you off the bed. Your back hit the floor and knocked the wind out of you. You sputtered as he pulled you through the door. The light of the front room shone in halos in your vision and he stopped in front of the low table before the couch.

He let you go and jabbed you with his toe, “don’t move.”

He retreated and you rolled onto your side. You sat up and glanced at the door. He opened a drawer and you stood shakily. He was going to kill you, he said so himself. You didn’t think about it long as you raced to the door and tried to twist the handle. The pin pad beeped and you tried to force it. You grunted as you heard him behind you.

The beeping grew louder and kept on. The alarm made your ears ring as he hauled you back. He forced you onto the coffee table, flat on your stomach as he tore your wrists down to the legs of the table. He wound a zip tie around each and moved back. You kicked out and he caught your ankles, bending your legs around the side of the table to bind them too.

You straddled the table, your chest heavy against the wood as he moved to disarm the alarm. His tee shirt fluttered to the floor as he tossed it in front of you. He chuckled darkly and paced around you as he toyed with the elastic of his sweats.

“This is what Hydra did, they tied the women down, had a special device for it,” he reached and tickled your spine, “but this will do.”

“Please, why--”

“They did what they could… the doctors in Wakanda. They tried to get it all out but… there’s things you can’t shake,” he slapped your ass and the whole table jolted, “those things are often what you need most.”

He spanked you again and your skin burned from his vibranium palm. You whined and let your head hang over the edge of the table.

“Please, it’s not too late, Bucky,” you begged, “you don’t want this--”

“I can’t be like them,” he interrupted, “I can’t be nice.”

“Please--”

“I’m going to break your jaw if you don’t shut up,” he smacked your ass and rounded the table again, “you can’t blame me, they wanted you.”

You gulped up air and shook your head. You heard the rustle of fabric and he kicked away his sweats. He went to the foot of the table and bent to grip it one either side of you. He sat on the wood between your legs and kneaded your thighs.

“They think you can fix me,” he rubbed your ass and slapped it with both hands, “but they don’t know.”

He gripped your hips and lifted himself. He held himself up with one hand on the table and felt along your ass as he bent his legs over yours. The table felt brittle beneath his weight. He pushed down your folds with his fingers and shoved two inside of you. He pulled in and out until your body slickened for him.

He tutted and dragged out of you and up to your ass. He spread your wetness around your tight ring and hummed.

“They haven’t touched this, have they?” he taunted and poked his finger against your hole.

You clenched your teeth as he pushed inside and you whimpered as he reached his knuckle. Even as little as that hurt and your body quaked from the intrusion. He pulled out as pressed two fingers to your ring. He forced them both inside and fingered your ass slowly as you groaned in agony.

“This will be just for me,” he rasped, “they can have your cunt.”

You pulled on your wrists until the plastic cut into your skin. His hand sped up and you tensed around his fingers. He groped your ass with his other and hummed.

“You’ll only make it worse,” he said, “not that it really matters to me.”

“You said-- you didn’t-- want-- to-- do this--” you puffed through the pain.

“I never said I didn’t want to fuck you,” he snickered.

“It hurts… Bucky--”

“I told you,” he pushed deep until his knuckles met your ass, “shut up.”

You swallowed your voice and he moved free hand up under your arm and leaned over your. He slid his fingers out of your ass and guided his tip along your tight ring. He held his breath as he pushed inside of you just a little and you exclaimed. He stretched you painfully as his metal fingers framed his dick as he eased further in.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “oh fuck,” inch by inch, the pain intensified and when he was his limit, you were sobbing.

His hand grazed your shoulder and he gripped your throat as he pressed his body flush to yours, his legs bent beside your ass. He rocked atop you as his other hand came up to meet his other. He encircled your neck and squeezed as he kept his hips moving.

He purred and his hot breath tickled your scalp. Through all the pain, you felt a plucking, deeper than anything before. You coughed as his fingers twined and he choked you harder. He sat up and pulled your head up as he kept his hands around your throat. He arched your back painfully as your arms strained against the ties.

He jerked his hips roughly. All patience was gone as he tilted into you rampantly and panted hungrily. Your eyes rolled back and your tongue lolled out as you wheezed, barely breathing as his fingers got firmer and firmer.

“This is it, doll,” he snarled, “this is how it ends… every time.”

He pounded into you and tremors of agony rolled through your body. Your eyes closed as your mouth grew arid and bitter. Your head throbbed as he sped up, flesh clapping so loudly it was all you could hear. Your body spasmed as you felt the strength leaving you, as the air drained entirely from your lungs, and sand filled your limbs.

Your head sagged over his hands and you bit your tongue without feeling it. Your body spasmed as he didn’t let up. You surrendered to the darkness as it closed it and promised to dull the torture, to end it all. Your body went limp over the table and the heat of his flesh and the roughness of the wood faded away.

You sank into the endless abyss and welcomed its embrace. It was over, all over. You were free.

#steve rogers #bucky barnes #sam wilson #dark steve rogers #dark!bucky barnes #dark sam wilson #dark bucky barnes #dark!steve rogers #dark!sam wilsom #dark!fic #fic #marvel #mcu #dark fic #series #captain america #winter soldier #falcon #northern exposure

[dcbutinamrev]

Tag Yourself: The Helpless Trilogy Edition

~Was inspired by @the-reynolds-pamphlet to make this due to their tag yourself oc edition so I thought why not try it with the Helpless Trilogy characters? The main characters, at least~

Alexander Hamilton:

-bi/poly (??? I mean, he adores Eliza but he's in a current relationship with Laurens and lives him dearly but also loves Andre?)

-your average angsty teenager

-an introvert

-workaholic

-lives on coffee

-three to four hours asleep per night

-smol

-complicated relationship

-loves his brother dearly

-may look small and fragile but can actually kick ass

-cranky in the mornings

-heavy trust issues

-Complete summary of: "This is how I enter my house: WUSSAP FUCKERS!"

"Just because I'm small or just simply delicate doesn't mean I can't kick ass"

John Laurens:

-gay

-military man

-tries his best to protect his dear boy at all costs

-rough childhood/daddy issues

-terrified of Lafayette, Hamilton's older foster brother

-always tries to do everything right

-typical prince charming high school student

-tall af

-easily paranoid

-complete summary of: Hey, how you doin' well I'm doing just fine I lied I'm dying inside-

"I have one hell of a boyfriend."

Gilbert Marquis de Lafayette:

-your typical older brother

-loves his little lion dearly, would do anything for his little brother

-very much an extrovert

-kind and sweet

-would be your bff any day

-your average Frenchman

-adores Mulligan but also his fellow college classmate back in France, Adrianne

-overprotective af

-respects George

-actually sleeps unlike Hamilton

-Complete summary of that one vine where the guy is dancing on the couch and the coffee table slips underneth him

"That's my little brother!"

George Washington:

-your typical Dad

-protective of his family

-loves his wife, Martha

-would do anything for his boys

-trust issues

-also a workaholic

-worries over everything

-complete summary of: "ALRIGHT THAT'S YOUR IN TIME OUT! GET ON TOP OF THE FRIDGE!"

"Home by midnight!"

Martha Washington:

-your average Mom

-beautiful

-kind, sweet, the perfect friend to a have a shoulder to cry on

-would support you no matter what

-loves her three boys dearly

-devoted to her husband

-very much like Mrs. Hudson in Sherlock Holmes (BBC)

-complete summary of: "To heck with diabeties, I'm having choclate cake...and drinking beer...and having choclate cake- "

“Of course, dear.”

Eliza Schuyler:

-the best friend everyone could ask for

-shy sometimes but mostly outgoing

-a dog lover

-dedicated to her school work and other work she may have

-loyal to her friends

-trusting, kind, and sweet of course.

-actually sleeps a full 8 hours

-would be the type of person who has created a full morning and night routine

-a morning person

-the Mom friend

-has Monica's personality and character

-complete summary of: "I will always want you- YOU! *flips on sunglasses and starts vibin'*

“Boys…”

Angelica Schuyler:

-big sister/friend vibes

-sassy sometimes

-protective of her friends.

-partier

-the rebel sister

-good grades and responsible

-complete summary of: "You spilled lipstick in my valentio white bag?!?!"

"Oh. My. God."

Peggy Schuyler:

-sassy

-a jokester

-definetly has Phoebe's personality in Friends

-also a partier and a rebel

-prefers mall shopping, tiktoks, youtube, instagram, tumblr instead of school

-complete summary of: "And they were roomates! Oh my god they were roomates- "

"So who was top and who was bottom?"

Richard Kidder Meade:

-chaotic

-annoys his friends

-binges on Friends

-doesn't have his life together

-prefers gaming on his switch instead of school

-loves his friends dearly though

-hilarious

-the jokster of the friend group

-Definetely Chandler's personality

-complete summary of: "SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS! EVERYBODY!"

"I'm Chandler could I be wearing any more clothes?!"

Tench Tilghman:

-actually has his life together

-good grades

-your typical normal high school student

-prefers binging on youtube and hanging out with his friends

-would love to be your bff

-sweet and outgoing, a little bit of both an extrovert/introvert

-complete summary of: "Zaaaam! You got a bae, or nah?! You got a bae, or nah!"

-Definetly either Joey or Ross personality

"You must be lucky to have Laurens as your roomate, Hamilton. At least you don't have to deal with Meade acting as Chandler Bing for 24/7--"

Robert Hanson Harrison:

-the dad friend

- complete summary of "I don't get no sleep cause of yall! Yall never gonna sleep cause of ME!"

-prefers books and writing short stories than school

-introvert

-even though they're annoying sometimes, he still loves his friends

-not much a partier but would go to school dances or stuff like that

-would support you and his friends always

-dedicted to his education and career in the future

-loyal to his friends

-looks after you

-Ross vibes

"Children. I'm friends with absolute children."

Benjmain Tallmadge:

-a normal teenager

-football star

-Definetly Joey vibes

-also tall af, could be mistaken as Laurens's identical twin

-loves his friends dearly

-supportive

-big brother of the friend group

-complete summary of: "I WON'T HESITATE BITCH- "

"Have some leomanade~"

John Andre:

-bad boy

-typical villan

-would be the type of person who would punch you in the face if you talk to them before their first cup of coffee

-jealous af

-manipulative

-in love with Hamilton or rather crush

-is basically like Simcoe from Turn

-deciteful

-the type of character that everyone including readers would want dead

-a lot like Jim Moriarty in Sherlock Holmes (BBC)

-plays the flute and used to be artistic

-complete summary of: "Hi, thanks for checking in I'm still a piece of garbage!"

"Hello Laurens, did ya miss me?"

#amrev #john laurens #eliza schuyler #angelica schuyler #peggy schuyler #alexander hamilton #richard kidder meade #tench tilghman #benjamin tallmadge #the helpless trilogy #tag yourself game #this took me so long to make-

[hotchseyebrows]

thoughtfulness in little things

a derek morgan x penelope garcia fic

a/n: can you believe that is my first ever full length morcia fic? me? resident morcia nut? wow. what a world. anyway!! i hope yall like this (and if you noticed it was already on ao3 earlier today shhh this is a scheduled tumblr post im Sleeping rn) and hopefully i dont take 4 months in between posting fics again, but i make no promises!!! my brain is Evil

thank you @blkantigone for being my beta and thank you @derekmorqan for letting me barf 1k of this in our dms a while back, i love you both sm

they do kiss a fair bit in this (it is, in fact, a first kiss fic) and its a little steamy, but by no means explicit and is rated teens and up on ao3 :)

read it here on ao3!!

Penelope splutters. “Sugar, you don’t have to stay here with me, it’s really not that big of a deal.”

He shrugs. “How am I supposed to party when my best girl is stuck at work?”

-

Everything changes during a late night in Penelope's batcave. But really, nothing changes at all.

word count: 3000

Friday nights without a case are a rare treasure for SSA Hotchner’s highly sought after team of profilers. Normally, Derek and Penelope would be taking advantage of the freedom by dancing all night, but sometimes the universe has other plans. 

Penelope used this week’s case-free time to put the finishing touches on an antivirus and security software of her own creation. The personal information of her beloved BAU babies was a hot commodity well worth the additional protection, and she’s always looking for a reason to fiddle with Quantico’s servers. It ended up being a whole production, taking the entire afternoon and then some. Apparently, she still doesn’t have all of the permissions required to make certain adjustments which means that she’s fiddling and bending her way into all of the things she needs to do. If that wasn’t bad enough, the whole damn thing crashed around 4:00. She managed not to pull her hair out, but it was a close thing and it set her back at least an extra hour.

Derek stops by a little after 5, his jacket slung over his shoulder. “Baby girl, I can hear the bottles of DC’s finest vodka and Hennessy calling our names, are you almost ready to leave for the day?” He pauses in the door, taking in her furious typing and furrowed brow. “Whoa, Mama, what’s the matter? You’ve got Hotch’s eyebrows.”

She throws her arms up. “The entirety of the FBI and also the world is getting on my nerves!” He walks over to her, leaning on the side of her chair and turning her away from her monitor. His hands gently grab both of hers and he rubs a soothing circle with one of his thumbs. 

“Explain, baby girl.” 

She does, eventually just ranting and raving about how annoying it is to still be put in metaphorical handcuffs by the FBI as if she can’t just do what she wants anyway. “I’m not even breaking any rules, technically, they’re just making things annoying and long winded.” She sighs, moving her hands to interlock their fingers. “But now that it’s started, it would be doubly annoying to stop it and come back later. So I’m stuck here until it’s done, which might take a while.”

He nods, thinking. Then he straightens up, grabs the extra rolling chair, and sits down. 

Penelope splutters. “Sugar, you don’t have to stay here with me, it’s really not that big of a deal.”

He shrugs. “How am I supposed to party when my best girl is stuck at work?” She blushes, turning away to hide it on instinct. 

“You cheeseball.” She spins around to lightly push on his arm. He just smiles. 

They sit together for 20 minutes in relative silence as she continues her work. It’s a comfortable silence; his occasional humming soothes her rising annoyance at how needlessly long this is taking. She can hear him playing with one of the fidget toys she keeps on her desk behind him. When she gets to another point of sitting and waiting, she turns towards him and asks him about his day. He tells her about how Prentiss helped him get Reid back for a prank by distracting him in the break room while he switched out the keyboard of Reid’s computer with an identical one with a grass garden planted inside. “It’s a long con for sure, but I’m hoping it sprouts this weekend.”

She laughs. “How long did it take you to set this up, dumpling?” She already knows the answer, but it’s nice to see his slightly sheepish but proud look about his dedication to his prank war. Her computer beeps at her, and she spins back around to begin working again.

He rolls closer, avoiding her question and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “You getting hungry yet?”

She relaxes, leaning against him. As if on cue, her stomach grumbles. “Yes, I’d say so.”

He leans over and moves a strand of hair out of her face. “Okay baby girl, I’ll go grab us food and be right back.” She nods, lifting her cheek on instinct to meet the kiss she knows is coming. He stands and sure enough, leans down to kiss her cheek. “I’ll be quick. Be good.”

“How can I do anything else if you’re not here?” She bats her eyes up at him. 

He grins. “Oh, I’m sure you’d think of something.” He brushes his knuckles against her cheek. It makes her shiver.

She watches him leave, catching the kiss he blows at her from the door. Turning back to focus on her work, it feels like she blinks and he’s back. A glance at the clock tells her it’s been over a half hour. He puts the bag of food onto the table before coming to pull her away from the computer. 

“One minute, I promise, I’m so close to just letting this thing run for a little.” He twirls her hair around his fingers before dropping his hands onto her shoulders, rubbing away the tension. A minute and a half later, she leans back in her chair with a sigh. She tilts her head back and sticks her tongue out at him. He smiles at her. 

"Come eat, baby girl. Don't think you're getting out of eating my hard won dinner." He moves to the table and pulls out her chair. She follows and sits.

"Hard won — mon cher, you didn't tackle a wild animal and lug it home to our log cabin in the woods, you drove your car 20 minutes."

He kisses her temple, handing her a pair of chopsticks. "Yeah, but I would lug home whatever you needed anytime, so the sentiment is the same."

She smiles and knocks their feet together under the table lightly. He moves his chair, so they are sitting right next to each other on the same side of the table. The heat from his arm is palpable.

Derek grabs a box from the bag and splits the vegan pad thai within onto two paper plates. He opens the box of spring rolls and places it in between them while she places napkins in front of them both. He pops the cap off of her bottle of lemonade without her asking, and sets that in front of her too. “Thank you, handsome.” He smiles in response. They start eating and the comfortable silence returns. 

She talks him through what she still needs to do to fix everything in between bites, even though she knows he doesn't really understand her technobabble. But Penelope can feel his eyes on her, and without looking, she somehow knows that something has shifted in the air around them.

"What?" she asks, turning her attention away from gesturing at her computer with the chopsticks. "Do I have something on my face?"

He chuckles. "Actually, yes, c'mere." He brushes away a stray spot of sauce on the corner of her lips with a gentle swipe of his thumb. The rest of his hand stills on her cheek. She shivers. She can see him notice it, his attention focusing in on her. Penelope's blood is thundering in her ears as he glances in between her lips and her eyes.

She leans purposefully into his hand. His thumb brushes over her lips again and her mouth falls open a little. 

"Penelope, I-" he cuts himself off with a hard swallow. "Penelope." His eyes flicker down to her lips and back up to her eyes quickly again.

She can only blink at him for a moment. "Yes, Derek?"

"I don't kn- um. Can I-" She's never seen him flustered and unsure like this. But they've never been out of sync before and they aren't about to start now, so she nods, bringing up a hand to rest on his. A smile grows on his face before he starts to lean in. His hand slides along her cheek to more firmly grip her face- it makes her gasp.

He pauses, thinking something is wrong. "Penelope, are y-" Her heart swells at how careful he is to take care of her always, and she meets him in the middle, pressing their lips together in a soft, purposeful kiss.

For a moment, all is still. The world boils down to just the place where their lips are touching. Their lips barely brush against one another, but already Penelope feels light headed. Derek separates their lips for a moment before kissing her again, a firmer touch this time. She sucks in a breath through her nose. His lips are incredibly kind- that’s the only word for it. He doesn’t seem to know the word “take” right now because all she can feel from him is “give.” As he presses into the kiss and gently cups the side of her face, her brain wildly spins through thoughts about how of course he’s like this even when kissing her and how good he smells and how she can’t believe they haven’t done this sooner.

He draws her closer against him, pressing into the kiss more insistently before bringing his other hand up to her face and holding her. His fingers move to cup the sides of her neck and she tilts her head to the left a touch, letting her mouth fall open in a sigh. He makes a soft noise before tentatively sliding their tongues together. A full body shiver runs down her spine and through her limbs. Another small noise falls from the back of his throat. Her stomach swoops like they've just dropped down the side of a huge arch in a roller coaster. She places both hands on his chest, pressing forward. He moves with her, chair squeaking underneath him as he presses closer, one arm snaking around her back. Penelope’s heart pounds even louder. His tongue is gentle even in its insistence as their kiss turns slightly desperate. 

It feels like someone has lit a fire underneath Penelope’s chair, warmth washing over her whole body and radiating out from everywhere they touch. One of his hands tangles into her hair as he gently tilts her head back. If she wasn’t sitting her knees would have buckled so long ago, but now she would absolutely be on the floor. It’s no surprise that Derek Morgan is an incredible kisser, but knowing something and knowing something is so different. 

He pulls back, letting their foreheads rest together. Her eyes stay closed, tingles radiating from everywhere his fingers are tenderly holding her face. She tightens her grip on his shirt. He kisses the tip of her nose. "You still with me, baby girl?"

She nods, breathless. She slowly opens her eyes and smiles at him. "Hi." It's the first thing she thinks to say. 

He laughs. "Hey you."

She has so many questions- how long have you wanted to do that, can we do that again right now, can we do so much more right now, right here- but before she can ask any of them, her computer beeps loudly. "Oh!" She jumps at the sudden noise. He drops his hands and leans back, looking far too much like the cat who got the cream. "I should- right, I should deal with that," she says, standing on shaky legs. Heels were never so precarious. Of course, there is no hiding from a profiler.

He grins up at her. "Need some assistance?" His eyes are shining like he's hiding a joke. She scrunches her nose at him, biting back a smile.

"Oh, hush you. I’m perfectly capable of walking 3 feet, thank you very much." Her tenacity is a little undercut from the way her hands are trembling a little as she smooths her skirt, but still. The point remains.

He raises his hands in surrender. "Alright baby girl, go on then."

She walks over to her computer and stays standing to fiddle with the wires behind it before bending over at the keyboard and reading the report on the screen. "It shouldn't be much longer now, it just needs to run the last new anti-virus- what?" He's leaning back in his seat and staring at her, a small smile dancing on his lips.

"What, Mama?" But he knows what, clearly evident from the way he is trying to school his expression into something innocent.

She blushes. "Derek Morgan, I don't know what I'm going to do if you keep looking at me like that."

"Oh, I don't know. I might have some ideas."

She sucks in a sharp inhale through her nose. Playing nonchalant, she turns back to her computer. "Well, I might have to hear your ideas out."

"Yeah?" 

She glances at him out of the corner of her eye and he's grinning.

"Yeah." she says, not trusting what will come out of her mouth if she elaborates (probably something along the lines of “I’d listen to all your ideas, do your ideas include any semblance of forever, if you keep grinning like that I'm gonna lock the door and do something reckless”).

They sit in relative silence, just the sounds of her typing filling the room. When she finishes, she spins her chair around. "Hi," she says again.

"Hi baby," he responds.

Her fingers twist and curl the hem of her skirt. "So, uh, well, that's gonna take at least another 30 minutes to finish running."

He raises one eyebrow. "30 minutes, huh?" 

She nods. "Might be a good time for some of those ideas." 

He stands and walks across the room to her. She takes his offered hand and stands as well. They stay there, inches apart and holding hands as the charged atmosphere around them seems to crackle. In the same breath, they lean in to kiss again. Both of her arms wrap around his neck as he tucks his around her waist. He pulls her against him, fully pressed together as the soft kiss deepens into something heated and desperate.

He bites her bottom lip gently before the kiss turns open mouthed and slick. She arches against him as they slide into a slow rhythm. She feels fluttery, like his arms are the only anchor point in the whole world and if he let her go, she’d simply float away. He tastes like lemonade, sweet and alive. She hums as he tracks his hands in a slow circle at the base of her spine. Her knees really do buckle a little as he attempts to tug her closer, but he holds her steady. She rests a hand on his cheek and grounds herself by using the other to grip the back of his neck. She’s utterly swallowed up by him, his arms and his mouth and just him surrounding her in their own little cocoon. He separates their mouths to kiss across her jaw and down her neck, hands flattening on her back. He places a line of long kisses down to the crook of her neck. She lets out a sigh, letting her head fall to the side to give him more room. He sinks his teeth into the same spot lightly, and she shudders. 

"Derek," she whispers. She can feel his smile against his skin as he kisses the same place again.

They slow to a stop, tucked against each other. He rests his face against her neck and mumbles something against her skin. "Hmm honey?" she says, hand rubbing a circle on the nape of his neck.

"I got us that Talenti ice cream you like," he says, only moving enough to be heard. “Chocolate peanut butter cup, and the color changing spoons are still in the break room.”

"Oh Der, that's so sweet, you didn't have to do all of that." Her heart skips a beat. 

He shrugs, kissing the side of her neck. "I wanted to."

She is half tempted to haul him in for another kiss, but as if on cue, her stomach grumbles. He picks his head up and smiles at her. "Come eat now," he says before giving her another quick peck. 

She lets him pull her to the table, but before they sit, she pulls him in again. He chuckles into the kiss.  "Eat, you menace." He mumbles against her lips. Pulling back, he plants a kiss on the apple of her cheek as he guides her into her seat.

She bites a retort about how she was trying to but he sees it on her face anyway. 

"Later, baby girl. Dinner first."

“Then dessert?” She tilts her head and gives him a flirty smile. 

He runs his thumb along her bottom lip. “All the dessert you want, Penelope.”

Much the same as before, they eat in comfortable silence. Except this time he rests a hand on her thigh, and traces a slow lazy circle with his thumb. The conversation picks back up and turns to unrelated things. Derek muses about possible retaliations from Spencer once he notices his new desk plants as he casually offers her a bite from his plate. She takes it, humming.

Something Penelope did not realize had lost its footing resettles in her chest. Nothing is different, not in any way that would scare her or be a loss. They are just the same as they've always been, but also more. (Though she'd be hard pressed to think of a time when this wasn't the way they were. Maybe things are just being unveiled, not changed.) 

When they finish eating, he goes to get the ice cream and two of the fun spoons from the break room. They split the pint and laugh far too loudly for how late it is. The computer beeps for a final time, software finally fully uploaded and settled. She still has to run tests and double check that everything is working, but that can wait. Derek offers her a bite of ice cream, and if he kisses her again to remove the ice cream from her bottom lip, she can't say she minds.

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