#ok but leonard went off with that

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You spend your whole life trying to forget about the crap you went through as a kid. You know? And the second you step back in you feel just as insignificant

Leonard Peabody, The Umbrella Academy – Season 1

#ok but leonard went off with that #and he DOES know #victor DOES understand what he's talking about #*shyly* what if... what if au with good!harold and he meets victor #and they bond over similar childhood trauma and being made to feel that they're not special #tuamre #tua mass rewatch extravaganza #s1e7

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Hello there huge fan of your blog and wasnted to get your thoughts on something, if that's ok! In one of the glintstone sorceries' descriptions there's a quote that goes "the moon and the stars will be together no more" hinting at why Rennala and the academy had a falling out. This led me to wondering about the title of Radahn, Starscourge. Is it possible that Radahn went into gravity magic not just bc of Leonard but bc of wanting to control the stars, the power of his mother's enemies? Thank you in advance!

Hello! Yes, I’ve definitely had the thought that Radahn might have had some beef with the glintstone sorcerers… but first, I think there are a ton of layers to this question to pick apart. WARNING: this became extremely long and meandering and I ended up answering several questions that have nothing to do with your question at all. SORRY! I hope it’s still interesting.

Anyway, as you say, the description of Carian retaliation reads,

“One of the sorceries of the Carian royal family. Swing your staff to dispel incoming sorceries and incantations, using their power to retaliate with glintblades. This was the Carian royal family's secret means to prepare against the disloyalty of the academy. The moon and stars would one day go their separate ways.”

The Carians were prepared for the event of the Academy rebelling against them… perhaps the Carian astrologers predicted this fate within the stars, or perhaps they knew not everyone at the Academy embraced Rennala’s teachings. The Lazuli Conspectus robe description also portrays the moon and stars as being two separate factions within the Academy: “Robe worn by scholars of the Lazuli Conspectus, singular among the greater Raya Lucaria Academy. These scholars, who sought to master Carian sorcery, instead learned to see the moon as equal to the stars. This robe, in the hue of the full moon, signifies their heresy.” The word “heresy” implies that other glintstone sorcerers of the Academy still viewed the stars as supreme even while Rennala was in charge.

Perhaps the biggest controversy between the Carians and the Academy was the matter of the primeval current sorcerers. Sellen tells us that Azur, Lusat, and herself were banished from the Academy “for attempting to restore the primeval current of glintstone sorcery.” She goes on to say, “The toothless pedantry peddled by the Carian royal family can rot for all I care. I want glintstone sorceries that open our minds, unbound by terrestrial taboos.” As we later find out, Sellen had been turning sorcerers into a Graven Masses which are “seeds of stars” created by primeval current sorcerers, and they became “a nightmare that would continue to haunt the academy.” According to the Graven Mass talisman, “The primeval current is a forbidden tradition of glintstone sorcery. To those who cleave to its teachings, the act of collecting sorcerers to fashion them into the seeds of stars is but another path of scientific inquiry.” It can be inferred that the primeval current sorcerers were expelled from the Academy under the leadership of Rennala because they were using other sorcerers in their grotesque experiments (Could Rennala have also used this as a perfect opportunity to solidify her hold on the Academy and eliminate sorcerers who didn’t agree with her leadership? Maybe!).

Now, what I believe connects this matter to Radahn specifically is two details. The first is Lusat’s imprisonment. Sellen tells us that after his banishment from the Academy, Lusat “languishes, imprisoned somewhere” and gives us a glintstone key that will let us cross the barrier “that keeps Master Lusat confined.” Later, she tells us that she heard Lusat had returned to Sellia, his home, after his banishment, and that she got the glinstone key off of a Sellian sorcerer. What this tells me is that after returning home to Sellia, Lusat was not welcomed, but imprisoned by the sorcerers there, his staff taken away... which means that the sorcerers in Sellia probably heard of Lusat’s crimes, and by imprisoning him are siding with the Carian royal family. We know that a young Radahn came to Sellia to study gravity sorceries from the Remembrance of the Starscourge, and from a Caelid sword monument, that “Radahn alone holds Sellia secure, and stands tall, to shatter the stars.” All of this points to some kind of relationship between Sellia and the Carian royals, and a hostility towards the primeval current sorcerers.

The second detail connecting the Carian-primeval current feud to Radahn is Jerren’s mission. Jerren is essentially Radahn’s right hand man. According to Iji, Jerren had made “an old promise” to get rid of “a longstanding Carian weed.” After Radahn is granted an honorable death, Jerren is now able to leave Redmane Castle to hunt down Sellen, a longtime thorn in the Carians’ side. Jerren came to serve Radahn “after spending time as a guest of the Carian royals,” and is loyal to the family through and through. Jerren was probably distracted from the goal of getting rid of Sellen when he and Radahn fought in the Shattering war, but I wonder if in the past, Radahn had also viewed Sellen as a personal enemy?

Since Radahn seems to be surrounded by people who oppose the sorcerers of the primeval current and uphold the decrees of the Carian royals, it makes sense for him to have felt this way himself. Did this influence his decision to challenge the stars, though? It’s possible, but I have two caveats toward the idea that he wanted to seize the power of his family’s enemies: one, even though the “moon and stars” are often positioned as two separate factions, the stars are still the origin of all glintstone sorcery, and the stars also “alter the fate of the Carian royal family,” who were not just sorcerers but astrologers — those who study fate within the stars… so the stars are still quite important to the Carians, and Radahn would know this. Two, it’s kind of unclear to me how halting the stars’ movement might have hindered the primeval sorcerers from achieving their goals… Sellen never seems to consider this to be a problem for her, only mentioning the halting of the stars when asked about Ranni’s destiny:

“The stars alter the fate of the Carian royal family. And the fate of your mistress, Ranni. But long ago, General Radahn challenged the swirling constellations, and in a crushing victory, arrested their cycles. Now, he is the force that repulses the stars. If General Radahn were to die, the stars would resume their movement. And so, too, would Ranni's destiny.”

Sellen doesn’t seem particularly personally inconvenienced by the stars being frozen, and in fact, the stars resuming their movement actually threatens her life: Iji says that “a certain sorceress has been dispossessed of her immortality,” and Sellen says that “A star has fallen, and my fortunes waver. someone may come for my life.” I think what this might mean is that back in the day, Sellen divined her fate by reading the stars (possibly with the help of Seluvis, since this was his official job, and we know he also helped her make a new body?), and she saw her own death… and now the only thing keeping her fate from coming to pass is the fact that the stars aren’t moving, so she’s functionally immortal. But that’s beside the point.

To understand Sellen’s goals, let’s look at what the primeval current actually is and consider the goals of the primeval sorcerers. The Founding Rain of Stars sorcery reads,

“The eldest primeval sorcery, said to have been discovered by an ancient astrologer. A sorcery of legendary status. […] Thought to be the founding glintstone sorcery. The glimpse of the primeval current that the astrologer saw became real, and the stars' amber rained down on this land.”

Sellen explains to us that the “stars’ amber” is glintstone:

“Our powers draw upon the powers embedded in glintstone, but what is the nature of such power? Glintstone is the amber of the cosmos; golden amber contains the remnants of ancient life and houses its vitality, while glintstone contains residual life. And thus, the vitality of the stars. It should not be forgotten that glintstone sorcery is the study of the stars and the life therein.”

The primeval current is the source of all glintstone and all glintstone sorcery. The last line can also be read as a dig at Rennala and her lunar magic. We know Sellen intends to “restore” and “hone” the primeval current, and with Azur and Lusat’s bodies to help her, “we, fallen children of the stars, shall beam with brilliance once again.” But what does Sellen mean by this? Why must the primeval current be “restored”? I have absolutely no idea. But what I can say is that primeval current sorcerers create graven masses in order to form “seeds of stars.” Azur and Lusat’s bodies, which Sellen needs to hone the primeval current, are near inorganic, turned into glintstone, each of them “nigh a child of the stars.” Then, Sellen’s quest culminates in her becoming part of a graven mass herself. It seems that the primeval current sorcerers are taking the idea of the inherent life within stars, and are attempting to BECOME stars themselves in order to become a part of or expand the primeval current… although this doesn’t seem to work out for Sellen in the end.

Anyway, all of this is to say that there’s heaps of evidence showing how the movement of the stars affects fortune and fate and the practice of astrology, but there doesn’t seem to be any direct evidence of an effect on the primeval current. It’s still possible that Radahn’s actions could have hindered the primeval current in some way, but I just can’t find any dialogue that suggests this. Of course, Radahn could have simply thought that halting the stars might thwart the primeval current sorcerers and in reality he ended up shooting his own family in the foot, but that’s pure speculation. If this were true, it would certainly be poetic! Personally, I still think Radahn’s reasons had much to do with Sellia and wanting to prove himself a hero, but I absolutely see merit to this idea.

#elden ring #elden ring lore #radahn #rennala #sellen #azur #lusat #asks #WOW this got long…. i ran into so many interesting tangents #also sorry for taking literal months to respond to this. now you know why

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leonard mccoy x reader

Everything

AN: Thank you so much for requesting, sorry it took me so long I restarted like three times cause I kept changing my mind on different things. Feel free to request anything!

Warnings: Blood, injury to the reader, hurt/comfort, thoughts about death, sad but then happy at the end

“Damn it, the engine was hard to fix but I finally got it.”

Y/N said as she was walking to her desk, then she felt the ship shake due to the engine going back on line but the shake would get worse before it got better. So she tried to stabilize herself with her desk as she waited for it to finish. But Then she saw one of the interns carrying nails and pieces of junk before she knew what happened. He fell on top of her and she felt the pain a couple minutes later as she felt something wet and warm get soaked through her uniform. There was yell and her vision began to fade when she saw Scotty picking her up. 

“Come on Lass, keep your eyes open. You can’t fall asleep.” 

It was getting hard to focus but she knew that this might not be ending on a happy note, she saw memories rush to her. Her childhood, a million smiles, some tears then she saw Leonard when they first met at the Academy. They started dating and fell in love, their wedding, they both just swayed to the music for so long they didn’t want the day to end. They both knew that they had finally found the right person for their other half. “Tell .. Lee.. I.. Love .. him.”

“You can tell him that yourself, Once you get fixed up.”

They soon got to the medbay and he laid her down at one of the tables, when Leonard came out to see what the noise was when he saw her. His wife bleeding out as he ran, a nurse stopped him as three doctors got to her. They knew he couldn’t work on her, they were too close. He felt the anger as her eyes closed and then he was upset then the anger came through. Scotty pulled him outside so the medical team had as much space they needed. “How the hell did that happen?!?”

As Scotty told him what information he had, Leonard was a mess as he kinda went into shock as he kept looking into the window to see anything but couldn’t he then saw the red on Scotty’s shirt and it made him want to hurl. That’s Y/N’s blood, he sat on the floor looking down trying to see if this was some horrible dream. He then saw another pair of feet run up to them and saw Scotty walking away and the new person kneeled in front of him lifting his head. It was Jim. “She’s going to be okay.”

Leonard looked back to this morning when they were snuggled together in their room, she had her head on his chest, his arm wrapped around her. Holding her like she was his life line. Their legs tangled together as she played with his free hand, ‘We should just call off, stay in bed. Snuggle, watch old shows and eat the leftovers. I’m too comfortable to move.’

‘Darlin’ as much as I want to do that, we only have a half day today and then we are off for a week for shore leave. I promise we can do all that tomorrow.’

‘Fine, but I hope you know I will expect cheesy rom coms as well.’

He laughed and kissed the top of her head before starting to untangle himself from her to get ready for the day, but once he stood she still didn’t stand up but was stretching out on the bed, he bent down and kissed her before saying, ‘I wouldn’t expect anything else, sweetheart.’

The sound of the hiss of the door opening brought Leonard back to the present, he slowly got up and relied on Jim a little so he wouldn’t lose his balance. It was one of the afternoon doctors coming to talk to them. He couldn’t remember his name right at the moment. “Y/N is going to be ok, we gave her a sleep hypo, so her body can heal a bit before we wake her up tomorrow morning. We made sure to get everything out but she will be sore for the next couple days at the very least. The damage wasn’t too bad, it hit bigger veins so that was why there was so much blood. You can come in and sit with her, Doctor McCoy.”

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“Len, I swear I will hit you with a pillow if you do not stop following me. I’m only going to the bathroom, I’ll be back in like 4 minutes.”

They got back to their room the next day in the late afternoon, since then which had only been a day he followed her everywhere just to make sure that she didn’t need his help. She had woken up with ease and even cracked a joke. She then wanted to make sure the intern was alright, he was wearing a welding apron, the most he got was a bruise. 

Leonard felt like if he left her alone for too long he would see that he was still in the medbay waiting to see if she would wake up. He was thinking about that when she came out of the bathroom and came over and crawled into his lap looking at him while she had one hand on his cheek. “I’m ok Len.”

“I thought I was gonna lose you.”

“But you didn’t, I’m right here we both are. I admit I thought that that might have been the end for a second and all I could think of is you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, when we met, all the jokes you tell, our wedding where we stayed the whole night on the dance floor. I told Scotty to tell you that I love you. He responded with ‘You can tell him yourself.’” 

“Ok I’m cutting off the rom coms, that was so cheesy.”

Y/N laughed then turned her attention onto her husband, “I love you Leonard McCoy, you are my everything.”

“I Love you, you are my everything.”

She bent down and kissed him, till they both couldn’t breath.

#leonard mccoy x reader #bones mccoy #bones x reader #star trek #jim kirk #dr mccoy #leonard mccoy #hurt/comfort #star trek imagine

[kermitgasm]

are there any songs you think they should bring back for the setlist or a song you wish they would play live?

also which live performances are your favorite? (you could even go by era cuz i think each era is pretty unique)

ok so i need to start this off by saying BRING POOL BACK IMMEDIATELY!! please with the intro and everything. it’s just so fucking good. next up, which i know might be controversial, but i’d love to hear fences live once (i would watch this video all the time when i was younger, it just seems like a lot of fun). i always think it sounds so cool. and then obviously i’m on my knees screaming and crying for them to bring back Let The Flames Begin / Part II, which i know they’re probably sick of but it always turned out so good!!! and Turn It Off & Careful are my #1 picks. like, genuinely I need to hear them live or else. Also, Sugar on the Rim.

anyways i used to be better at pinpointing my favorite performances because i would watch them to a point where it was super concerning, now i’m a bit more mellow about it. however, since you asked i will attempt to deliver. just for you, dear anon.

this is in no particular order or anything, basically i’m just going off what i remember really saying damn this is good about (which is super easy when you love a band like paramore).

First off let’s start with the Miracle Outro performed during Brand New Eyes era. this song just goes so fucking hard and i curse Josh Farro for the fact that he wrote it so they couldn’t record it and release it since he left the band soon thereafter.

Paramore at Wembley Arena in 2009 — This concert is so good. like thank god this person filmed it and decided to upload it to youtube. I cannot get enough of Intro / Ignorance. truly.

RTMorasonMD had a great full concert vid from 2010, the sound quality is great for 2010 too. considering most of the time videos look like they were filmed with an nintendo D.S..

Paramore at The House of Blues in Anaheim, California (2006) this is like nostalgia city for me. I remember running my old paramore fan account on instagram and stumbling on this and being like… i’ve hit the paramore jackpot. shout out to Paramore History for always posting the real hard to find stuff… where would we be without you?

When Paramore performed Careful at Warped Tour in 2011 or like the whole Warped Tour Set — i will say this over and over again on this post but i have to be real with you when i say, i watched these videos so much it’s crazy. but careful was my favorite. i love careful. any performance or careful and i’m there.

Paramore live in Paris (2013) when i tell you i watched this religiously i mean it. i could probably do all the dance moves / movements hayley did in this specific video way back when. i was obsessed.

Paramore performing Let The Flames Begin / Part II at Bunbury in Cincinnati (2014) i just love this one. like all of these are just nostalgic for me and i can’t help but want to show you.

When Paramore performed Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen and then it went into Hallelujah by Paramore (lol) at Parahoy (2016). What a way to open the show. i mean, i remember watching the final riot and being totally in love with Hayley’s voice and the way she sang it. I think I was introduced to Hallelujah by Shrek but Paramore was the second one to show me the ways of Leonard Cohen. Thanks for that.

I Caught Myself in Hamburg (2017) is an obvious one but I feel like I had to mention it… the emotion Hayley fucking pours into this performance makes me want to cry.

Turn It Off live from Grand Casino in Hickley, MN (2017) we’ve all seen this one i think? but what an incredibly breath taking performance of turn it off. i mean.. damn.

Fake Happy performed at Rock for People in the Czech Republic (2017) the quality is insane for this one. I remember being totally obsessed with this. so i’m adding it here; to share with you.

Pool / Idle Worship in Paris (2018) something must be in the water when they go to paris because i love these videos.

Pool live in Amsterdam (2018) is another one that came to mind cuz the sound quality goes crazy. it’s just beautiful.

The full 2018 RED ROCKS show because the sound is great and i just remembered being obsessed with this. you’re kinda cracking my head open like an egg with this ask and i love it.

Paramore at Concrete Street Amphitheater (2018) incredible footage, incredible show.

Simmer live in Bakersfield (2022) i have to add this because she’s gone too soon. like they should be performing this one nonstop. but i also understand crystal clear is a bop so it’s fine… i’m fine. PLAY SUGAR ON THE RIM OR ELSE!!!

Crystal Clear debut in Dublin / Dreams (the cranberries cover) (2023) I mean….. we all know about the Dreams cover but I just have to add it here because wow. i love it. it’s incredible. and the crystal clear debut is just insane because the person filming that knew what they were doing. High Quality to the MAX baby.

Crave / Outro live at The O2 in London (2023) I mean I just love this video. like, what’s not to love.

Speaking of quality, this video of You First performed in Cleveland Ohio (2023) is available to watch in 2610p60, which basically means it’s better than your eyeballs. incredible stuff. just insane.

there’s probably a whole lot more i can’t think of at the moment, maybe i’ll make a list eventually. but i hope you like this in the mean time. ❤️ thanks for sending me this ask and letting me talk about my favorite band. send me an ask anytime (goes for everyone, i love this).

#thank you angel! i love being sent asks. the more the merrier #ask ivie #paramore

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A Little Reminder

Parental icemav x reader

Warnings: injuries, past child abuse, hurt/comfort, emotionally constipated reader, gunshot wound—mention of blood, anesthesia, medical inaccuracies, protective tom kazansky, protective pete mitchell

Summary: You didn’t understand why they loved you so much, why they love you like you were their child— as if you deserved to be loved by them.“Y/n we’ll keep reminding you until you get it through your thick stubborn skull”. Maverick shot a look at his husband.

reader goes by Y/n and Stone Peterson

* Im so sorry Idky this so long— I sincerely apologize, I let my inner child take over.

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As Ice aged and spent years in the navy he gotten accustomed to death— everytime his husband almost lost his life up in the air. To when he himself almost died by the hands of lung cancer he knew death came for whoever and whenever— Its normal.

He knew death was a normal stage of life, but that doesn’t mean it stop him from being scared.

Yet being scared awake out of his slumber by his phone made a bile of fear rise in Ice’s throat. Being the COMPACFLT he also knew there’s a thing call emergencies but this time it felt different.

This time it felt like death was around the corner.

Waiting and watching.

Ice slowly moved his husbands arm off his chest as he rolled over to grab his phone off the nightstand.

Maverick a cuddle champion easily noticed his husband lack of touch even in his sleep and to say he was disturbed by it was the understatement of the century. “Ice?”, he groaned—“Why?”.

“Give me a minute” his voice was soft. He quickly ran his over his husband’s face.

It worked, Maverick calmed down easily— and he went back to sleep.

Who’s ever was on the otherside of the phone didn’t even give him a chance to talk.

Already jumping to the point.

“Hi i’m looking for a Tom Kazansky?”

There it was—the reason why his throat felt so clammy, why he already felt sick to his stomach.

People only typically call this time of day if something bad happened.

Death or someone who’s close to dying.

His face shifted from calm to a expression that was a mixture of horror and scared.

“What happened?” his hand shakes.

“Ice, are you okay?”. Even when asleep Maverick seemed to have his six.

“Ok, I’ll be there”. Dread filled Ice’s heart as he hung up the phone.

He’s already up and moving, slipping off his sleepwear and throwing on more appropriate clothes.

As the Iceman he was prepared but the man underneath the facade felt heartbroken.

“Honey, what happened?” Maverick already alert, he immediately started moving too.

Ice was still moving drowning out his husband’s voice. He needed to get to the hospital fast enough because If not—.

“Thomas Leonard Kazansky” Maverick said— and it seemed more like a command then a request.

He stopped dead in his tracks, he’s body still rattling with fear.

Mav could see the fear marking its territory onto his husband face. As his husband Pete knew Iceman was just a shield to keep everyone at arms length. Also to keep the pain bearable but he hated to admit seeing his normally calmed husband made his heart beat below a certain number.

“Stone…she was taken to the hospital—I’m listed as her emergency contact”. He explained resuming his fast pace of getting ready. “Mav… the woman on the phone said Stone went into cardiac arrest twice”.

“Her family—where are they?” Maverick felt like he already knew the answer— given how Ice is listed as her emergency contact.

“Foster care—I’ve only read some of her file but unfortunately she aged out” Ice replied his eyes watered.

Maverick simply nodded— he knew what it felt like to have no one want you— to feel unwanted and unworthy of love.

Unlike Maverick, Stone Peterson spent eighteen long years in that damn hellhole waiting and watching for anyone to adopt her. Stone gave up when she realized no wanted her— she stopped getting her hopes when couples or someone came to foster care.

Stone knew her time in foster care would just get longer, and her wishes for a family were long gone.

She doesn’t expect someone to care about her, but Ice and Maverick could easily prove Stone wrong if she let just them. Even when she threw coldness their way Ice and Maverick still stood there by her side because deep down they knew it was the mirror of young girl still stuck in survival mode.

A little girl who didn’t understand the meaning of love.

The drive to the hospital seems never ending— more cars in their way then usual, more stop lights.

Or maybe that just an anxious brain owned by Ice doing that.

Who knows?.

He sure as hell didn’t know either.

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The walking towards the hospital was a blur of strangers also walking too, and ambulances loading people out of them.

He caught a glimpse of a sign reminding everyone this a level one trauma center— meaning anyone who was admitted had some type of serious or life threatening injury.

Ice was pretty sure his stomach just dropped to hell after reading the sign.

Why did Stone need such a high level of care?

The logical part of brain reminded him that this a hospital used for any medical problems, whether it’s small or big.

Often times fear overwhelmed logic–making it harder for Ice to think about the goodness of the situation.

When they approached the hospital doors they’d been met with the appearance of two police officers.

The first thing that caught Ice’s eye wasn’t their name tag, but a evidence bag that contained clothes covered in blood, a female’s watch.

Surely these weren’t Stone’s belongings?

Can’t be,couldn’t be.

Not until he saw the inside of the ring.

Y/n Grace Peterson— Stone’s initials.

Oh fuck.

“Officer Grant, Jones,Sir— we responded to a older woman’s robbery”

Both Ice and Maverick were visibly confused. The officers were quick to explain what they meant.

“A older woman was being robbed of her personal possessions—and Lieutenant Peterson stepped in— and the mugger shot her in the stomach as they fell down to the ground wresting for the gun.

And just like that the logical part of his brain suddenly vanished.

Ice didn’t trust his voice to say anything, he nodded instead.

Luckily his husband is was in sync with him like always.

“Thank you” Maverick said—shaking both their hands.

“Lieutenant Peterson things will be back after their processed through the system”

Maverick nodded his head at the officers as they walked away from them, leaving him and Ice alone in the waiting room.

Any words like cold-hearted and unempathetic couldn’t be used in same sentence as Stone.

He already knew Stone Peterson had a heart—she just had hard time showing other people.

She hated being vulnerable, weak.

That reminded Ice of himself.

A quick solution to all your problems. Something that’s either taught or learned when your a child.

He and Maverick sat down in the chair behind him.

“Why can’t people live in peace and harmony, is that too much to ask for?”. Maverick grabbed Ice’s hand—attempting to comfort him.

Ice’s jaw clenched in anger. “I don’t know Mav, I guess the world isn’t prepared for that”.

We’re there’s good— there’s evil.

He hated sitting here, doing nothing to help a pilot in need.

“You, Stone and the dagger squad are the good were as the mugger and people like him are the evil in the world”. Ice gave him a better answer.

Unfortunately the world needs both to ensure balance without one or the other world cannot thrive correctly.

Good and Evil go hand and hand together.

As much the older couple hated the situation, they both could easily see themselves doing the same thing.

Being in the navy whilst being a good person the hero switch is always on for everyone.

Its a sixth sense of danger—the needing to help others.

The shorter hand on the clock kept moving before Maverick and Ice got any news on Stone.

“Family of Lieutenant Peterson”

“Us” Ice answered, by definition there were Stone’s family whether she realized it or not.

“We managed to stop the bleeding and remove the bullet within one go— the damage of the bullet did quite a number on Peterson, but she should be fine”.

Ice felt the badgering pain of sorrow starting to leave his stomach once and for all. Maverick visibly sighed in relief— like always Ice was prepared for the doctor to tell them their were down a dagger, they’d lost their kid.

After hearing that Stone was safe and sound— Ice allowed his logical part of his brain to come back and take over for awhile. His fear had been gone.

“She’s okay Tom, she’s okay” Maverick repeated. He knew Ice needed to hear it again for him to be okay.

“Yeah” he muttered—shoving his face into Mav’s shoulder.

“Just breathe Tom”. Maverick whispered into his husband ear.

Part of Ice wants to know why she did it?,

Why she offered her life so easily at the expense of another?

These are the actions of someone who cares, someone who has a big heart.

Not someone who’s cold and indifferent to other’s pain.

She may act cold like him but she sure as hell has Maverick consistent urge to sneak out of an hospital. Ice has read her medical file before, always opting out for more care— resisting care, somehow knows how to badge medical care.

But Ice just needs to make one phone call to his assiant Warrant Officer Mccoy and she’ll clear both his and Maverick schedule. He wasn’t about to let Stone be alone after something so traumatic. She needed family by her side.

It was close to being 0900, where’s the damn surgeon at, a nurse?, it was too good to be true, something bad happened.

“Ice, stop thinking about the bad shit”— damn it Mav let me sulk for a little.

“Shut up Peter”— his legs had gotten tired from him sitting for so long…Ice solution was to pace until he collasped.

“Well Thomas, she’s probably get moved to another room, vital checks— double/triple checking everything”. Mav said lightly.

“So and maybe your right” Ice paused his pacing.

“Trust me I would know” Maverick smirked. “Come here frosty”, not giving him a chance to move again, Maverick pulled his husband into his chair.

Ice shot back a cup of shitty hospital coffee. He’s not young like he used be.

“Tom, it’s not vodka” Maverick shook his head at Ice.

“Mhm— but my imagination say otherwise”

A set of footsteps interrupted the two men.“Sirs— I can come back?”, the young male nurse getting ready to turn on his heel.

“Nope no need to- its fine” Maverick reassured him, throwing on a fake smile.

Ice was already on his feet, and so was Maverick.

Maverick thanked whoever for sending this nurse their way because his husband was starting to get antsy. Pretty sure If an another hour went by without news— Ice was gonna hulk out.

“I’m here to guide you too Lieutenant Peterson room”.

“Well were ready” Ice sighed lowly, and Maverick pinched his back.

“отвали” Ice said a little bit to loudly.

The nurse raised his eyebrows“Oh whats that mean?”.

Maverick smiled at the nurse“A sacred prayer made by his family”— Maverick elbowed him. “Right Tom?”.

“Yep”— totally a fucking lie.

It didn’t take long to find Stones room.

-

“I want to go home” you thought to yourself. “Maybe if I click my feet three times like fucking dorothy I might”. You eyes were close, giving there wasn’t nothing for you to look at. A four cornered hospital room isn’t were you thought you end your night with.

None of these paintings were soothing your nerves they actually made you more angrier than before. Were you getting or something because normally with injury like this you would’ve been able to go home and stitch yourself.

When did you faint?

Who called 911?

When are you going the fuck home.?

So many questions to ask, too bad no one here to answer them.

“Fuck you universe” that easily came from your mouth.

“Fuck you” you repeated again— it felt nice,but your anger still lingering.

“Callsign should’ve been sailor?” a familiar voice pulls you out of your cursing parade.

You blink your eyes slowly unable to catch a glimpse of who’s talking at first. When you do, funny enough your arm goes up in attempt to salute him.

An alarm starts beeping loudly.

“Ow”.

You tried moving farther from the annoying sound but somethint was holding you back from doing so.

“Hey, hey easy Y/n” Ice soothes you, stopping you from moving any further.

“I wanna go home” you whine. “Let me go home”.

Both Maverick and Ice sighed right as much as they hated it —they rather want your Stone persona to take over. Instead of doped up you.

You frowned slightly— why hasn’t Ice and Maverick signed you out yet?.

“Take me home—now?” you bit your lip in anger, you hated how childish you sounded right now.

You how young and vulnerable you sounded— something haven’t done in over a decade.

“Not right now sweetheart—your critically hurt” Ice tried explaining to you. “You need time to recover”.

“You’ve only been here about ten hours” Maverick said, while also untwisting your I.V bag.

“I’m fine” you argued, your Stone persona was coming back and taking over.“Just a little scratch”. You talked like nothing happened— like you weren’t in surgery for hours.

“This Y/n, this isn’t just a little scratch”. Ice said, and you could tell anger was scratching at the surface- he was itching to scream at you.

You scoffed. Your starting close to off again, going back to be Stone.

This is tough for Ice, one he wants to comfort you and bring you out your tough shell. On the other hand he wanted to reprimand you, demand why you put yourself in harm’s way.

He wasn’t backing down easily. “What the hell were you thinking Y/n—did you have a death wish?”.

“You could’ve died”. Ice tried emphasizing to you, he tried telling you– its just too foreign for you to understand.

“I wouldn’t turn back the clock,and change what I did— she didn’t deserve to die”.

“And you do?” Ice said to you.“Is your life worthless that you find it so easily to throw it away”. Ice continued. “Why, can you tell me why without using a lame excuse?”. Yours and Ice jaw clenched.

He was pissing you off— where did he get off interrogating you?

Who died and made him the fucking king?

“Ice I don’t—” Maverick tried stopping his husband angered induced rant.

“Oh, no need Maverick let the man speak his god damn mind”. You cut off without thinking about it. “Finish talking Admiral Kazanksy”.

This hurts you thought they loved you.

I guess not?

A crack of emotion came through, you look scared and sad.

Ice rolled his shoulders back and took a moment to calm down. He saw how terrified you looked, and it made him feel digusted with himself.

“Y/n, sweetheart thats not the point okay— we could’ve lost you, you could’ve died”. Ice softly explained to her this time. “You have people that care about you-we care about you so much”.

You pressed your hand over your eyes.

This was too much for you to handle.

“Y/n I think you need let stone take a break for a bit?” Maverick grabbed your hand gently. “I think she’s tired”.

“Yeah” you nodded. “I’m really tired”.

“We know and we’ll stay if you want us to?” Mav sat down on edge of bed. With Ice leaned against your railing.

“Stay”—you whispered,“Please”. you beg them.

“Of course sweetheart, we aren’t going anywhere for awhile”. Ice said holding your hand, with a small smile on his face. Maverick joined in alongside him.

“G’night” you whispered to them, before slumber took you peacefully.

They both kissed on your forehead, before letting sleep take them too.

#top gun maverick #top gun #tom kazansky #tom kazansky x reader #pete mitchell #pete mitchell x reader

[loz-3]

Participation Not Required

part one of two

Loki x female reader

Word Count : 1.1k

Warnings : angst

Inspired by: Leaving the Table by Leonard Cohen

It all started several years ago, when he had become an official member of the Avengers. Back then, he was much more angry and bitter towards everything and everyone. You had almost mowed him down in the library whilst carrying far too many books. These, of course, went flying but he had managed to catch you before you hit the ground. “Careful now, darling… we can’t have you ending up injured.” he had said as he helped you to your feet.

“Wouldn’t be the first time, won’t be the last!” You retorted, laughing at the look of both humour and aversion on his face “but thank you very much for the catch, I think I can manage from here!” You had collected your books and scurried away, not expecting to see him again.

But you did. Time and time again, he would be there. First with snide comments on what you were currently reading or how often your clumsiness affected the world around you, but slowly his words evolved to genuine compliments and gentle teasing words instead of the harsher ones. On a whim one afternoon you had asked him to join you for a coffee, and surprisingly he agreed. From that point on, you were friends. The two of you could talk for hours about every topic from the weather, to your pasts, to the future. Nothing was off the table and life had taken on a newer happy colour that you had not experienced before.

That's about when you realized you had fallen... hard... for him. Your relationship was steady as close friends, maybe on an eventual path to become more. It's not like you hadn't kissed him before, there were a couple late nights at the local dive bar that ended in a heavy session but it never amounted to anything. He was very hard to read in that regard... and you making the first move, that was out of the question. As comfortable as you were with him, the thought of spilling your deepest darkest secret had your stomach in knots and you could never get the words out.

Then one day, you were too late. He had been so eager to tell you about the woman he had met, Mia. She was tall, blond, wealthy... everything he wanted. She was perfect, and perfectly lovely. Even you couldn't find a fault. As they started dating and advanced their relationship, he grew more and more distant. The hangouts dropped from a couple times a week, to maybe every second weekend, to practically nothing. Every time your phone buzzed, your heart leapt in hopes it was him telling you she was gone. But that notification never came. You kept on smiling tho, especially since you would still occasionally run into them in passing. But you knew that if you kept up hoping and waiting, the depression would take control.

So you called him up to meet for coffee in the little cafe that you two had frequented. It was there that you told him you had taken a new job out of town starting soon. What you didn't tell him was that you had already closed on your apartment and would be gone by the end of the weekend. No sense in delaying the inevitable. He, of course, wanted to make sure you would be ok in a new place and had apologized for the lack of communications over the last few months. Mia was expecting his child and he had become very distracted with the good news.

Loki... it's fine..." you said, with the hint of tears in your eyes "I'm fine... I know I'm beat when it comes down to the brass tax here. I promise... I'm... content that you've found the woman that truly makes you happy and whole." A single tear trailer down your face, so you leant forward and clasped his hand in between yours. Feeling his fingers tighten around your wrist, you quickly wiped the moisture from your cheek with your free hand. “It's been so wonderful being around you for the short time we've known each other." You smiled as the lie passed your lips. Hopefully he was too love struck to notice it. He was the God of Lies and Mischief after all.

"T-thank you Y/N. It means a lot to me that you understand." Loki stammered as you stood to leave. He looked elated as he glanced to the far table where she sat, not a hint of regret in his eyes. “Please say you’ll attend the barnasturta… err, baby shower, once the little one arrives?”

An unexpected chuckle escaped you. Of course, the baby... he was most adorable when he accidentally switched languages. You had anticipated the invite, however you didn't plan on attending. It would be far too hard on your already shattered and empty heart. "I would be honoured to come, just let me know when and where and I'll be there." Another lie, another jubilant look to Mia. "I really must be going... take care Loki…” but he had already turned away, back towards her.

You quickly gathered your things and headed to the door. There was no way you were going to let the waterworks start while you were still inside the cafe. Six steps and you were outside, eight more and you had rounded the corner of the building. Finally out of sight from their cozy table, you broke into a run towards your apartment. ‘Only two blocks’ you told yourself ‘then you can cry…’

After a few short minutes, the front door of your building came into view. You suddenly stumbled, dropping hard to your knees. “Ouch…” that’ll leave a mark. Why did you choose to wear a dress today? You stood slowly, testing the function of your legs. Glancing down, you could see the droplets of blood on the sidewalk and down your shins, instantly knowing that you would be sore for days. No matter… the physical pain would be welcome after today.

Thankfully, you managed to keep your inner turmoil from the surface until you were inside your apartment. Before you could even close your door, the first sob erupted from your chest, squeezing your lungs and causing you to crumple onto the carpet. It didn’t matter how much it hurt, it didn’t matter that your whole world had just ended. What did matter, most of all, was that he was lucky enough to find his other half… his safe haven… his love, after all the years of hardship and anger. You just wished it had been with you…

Notes: this is my first attempt at an actual story posting. please send me all your criticisms and comments, nothing will offend me! i also promise this story won't end like this...

#loki #loki laufeyson #fanfic #fanfiction #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki x you #loki x f!reader #loki imagine #loki angst

[luke-hughes43]

https://www.tumblr.com/luke-hughes43/746567237248385024/full-blurb

YESSSS

i love you | ryan and isla

isla’s pov

ry and i are cuddling before the draft just getting alone time. he says softly, “you know any other year, you, or will, or adam, or leo go first overall.”

“i know. fucking bedard.”

“he’s lucky he’s a good kid and we all like him.”

“yea. do you think i’ll get picked high?”

“i wanna say yea sparky but you and i both know that you don’t know until your name gets called.” ry says softly. i nod against his chest and we just lay like that until my mom bangs on the door, “isla honey time to get dressed.”

i roll my eyes and sit up. ryan sighs, “text me when your ready. i wanna see you before we go.” i nod and he kisses me softly before going to his own room to get dressed.

i got a black dress for this and i really it. it’s very my style for the rare occasion i get dressed up. i decided to wear nike blazers for shoes because of my nagging foot injury, heels is not the right choice.

i text ryan and tell him i’m doing my makeup if he wants to come back. the only good thing that came from being kennedy’s doll growing up is that i know how to do my own makeup and hair.

ryan comes in, in his suit, and he looks so handsome. blue is definitely a good color on him.

he sits with me while i do the finished touches and smiles, he says, “look at you, my pretty girl.”

“your such a flirt leonard.”

“only for you”

i roll my eyes and stand to smooth out my dress. he says, “jesus isla, your beautiful.” i blush and mess with fingers. i’ve never been able to take a compliment from him.

he pulls me in for a hug just holds me for a minutes. i hear the door opens and i hear cutter say, “shit my bad. mom said it’s time to go isla.”

“ok i’m coming cut.”

ryan lifts chin so i’m looking at him and he says, “i know your nervous, but no matter what isla, i’m proud of you.”

“thanks ry. i’m proud of you too”

he smiles and kisses me softly before we go to our respective families and eventually get on the bus to the rink. we sit with gabe and will and the 4 of us are really quiet.

we get to the arena and there’s so many people. when it’s my turn to get off the bus, i take a deep breath and then walk off.

i do all the autographs and everything before going to my seat. i feel like i’m on autopilot right now. i make damn sure cutter is sitting next to me and he holds my hand. he says, “you got this sis.”

i nod and just focus on taking some deep breaths. i’m not worried about the blackhawks, they are taking connor, i’m worried about the ducks, blue jackets, and sharks.

connor’s name is called like everyone knew it would be and now the nerves kick in again. i whisper to cutter, “you have my phone right?”

“yes. i’ll give it back after you get picked”

i nod and wait for the anaheim organization to take the stage. i swear my heart stopped when they said, “the anaheim ducks are proud to select from usa development program, isla gauthier.”

as soon as i stand, cutter is tackling me into a hug. he says in my ear, “i’m so proud of you isla. you deserve every second of it. enjoy this moment.”

i hug the rest of my family and when i get back to the aisle, i see gabe, ryan, and will all there ready to hug me. i do gabe, then will, and save ry for last. ryan says while he hugs me, “i’m so proud of you baby, you deserve this. i’ll see you soon.”

i smile at my best friends and boyfriend before going down the stairs and towards the stage. i shake the commissioners hand and like blackout.

i know i did interviews and stuff but i don’t know what i said or who they were with.

back stage i saw connor and we hugged and offered our congratulations. adam went next which is nice. and then i hear the fresh prince of bel air theme song and knew that will went 4th.

i give him a big hug back stage telling him how proud i am of him. and now we’re anxiously awaiting ryan and gabe.

he says, “isla relax. he’ll go. they both will.”

“i know. i know.”

shortly after i finish an interview, i hear someone say, “the washington capitals are proud to select from the usa development program, ryan leonard.”

i’m jumping up and down and find will. i say to him, “he’s a capital! he went to washington!” will smiles and we go over to wait for him. will hugs him first so that we can have a moment before getting grabbed back into interviews.

i launch myself into his arms and say, “god i’m so proud of you ryan. so proud.”

he holds me tighter, “i’m proud of you too isla. my pretty girl.” he pulls away so he can look at me before he says, “i love you isla.”

i gasp and smile, “i love you too ryan. so much”

he hugs me again and we stay like that for as long as we can before having to go to interviews and find our families.

#ryan leonard #isla gauthier #ryan x isla

[died-but-not-dead-propaganda]

Leonard Church Propaganda

he died 10 episodes into the story and comes back as a “ghost” and spoiler-y stuff but he dies again and comes back again multiple times

HIS WHOLE THING IS BEING DEAD BUT NOT DEAD OK he is the most dead guy ever. he spends the first five seasons being a ghost and still managing to die repeatedly. he’s technically a robot but he’s an ai copy of an ai copy of a guy and BOTH OF THOSE GUYS ARE DEAD. HE IS SO DEAD ALL THE TIME BUT NOT BECAUSE HES ALIVE. he is in a constant cycle of dying but not being dead. half of blue teams kill count is just caboose repeatedly killing church on accident. he can’t die so hard that he won’t let his dead wife die either until the THIRD ITERATION OF HIM finally lets her go because he realizes he doesn’t even know her at that point he’s so many degrees of separation away from the original allison. and then he TRIES TO DIE WITH HER BUT STAYS ALIVE BECAUSE HE’S ETERNALLY CURSED TO LIVE. his death count is literally in the double digits he DESERVES a place on this tournament. most alive dead guy ever. ok thank u for ur consideration if he doesn’t win I will burn this webbed site to the ground /j

Iterations of church have died and come back multiple times. In season one he gets shot by a tank and comes back as a ghost. in like season six (it's been a while) it's revealed that he was not a ghost but an AI the whole time and then sacrifices himself. and then a copy of his ai self comes back. it's a meme in the fanbase at this point that church dies and comes back and after the ai copy (epsilon) died they had to devote a whole sub-plot to "WE SWEAR HE IS NOT COMING BACK AGAIN. HES GONE." anyway part of me is still suspicious that they lied about it and there's another part of the alpha ai out there somewhere but like, it's been like five years and i'm starting to think they got us for realsies this time

This dude has died like seven times. It's unreasonable the number of times he's died. Like it's kind of insane. He had a bunch of time travel clones at one point that all died. He sacrificed himself because he was convinced he WOULDNT die because he thought he was a ghost (he wasn't) and couldn't disappear again (he could and did). His SECOND VERSION OF HIMSELF (ai cloning sort of) ALSO DIED. ALSO by sacrificing himself (this time he actually knew what was coming though). The way he died the first time was by getting shot by his own best friend who killed him with a fucking tank. Then the sacrifice. Then the sacrifice again. Not to mention all the other times where he went missing/fucked off somewhere. And also the time that the Epsilon version of him tried to self destruct in another guy's brain. Jesus fucking christ this dude has problems. Please include him. Please.

the original leonard church (the director) made an exact copy of his mind as an ai (the alpha) that he tortured, which in turn made a copy of itself (epsilon) to cope with the trauma, so in total there are 3 Churches.

death count: the director killed himself. the alpha died when he was shot with a tank, then he possessed someone else's body and got shot in the head, then he possessed a robot that exploded so hard it melted all of the ice on an entire planet, then he got erased from existence by an EMP. then he came back as Epsilon who went on to also get erased.

Well it’s. It’s complicated okay. So hold on alright.

So Dr. Leonard L. Church was initially this guy who was the Director of Project Freelancer (PFL) and he liked to fuck around with AI because the Halo lore is like the background setting for RvB. Anyway the Director made an AI copy of himself, and called it “Alpha”. Well, the Director wanted to have more than one AI for his experiments so he could give them to his Freelancer Agents (all named after the 50 states), so what he did was he tortured Alpha until Alpha split itself into fragments; essentially he gave an AI so much trauma that Alpha developed DID. (Forgive me, even though I have friends who are systems I still know very little and am still learning about proper/respectful terminology). Well anyway one of the fragments of Alpha, Epsilon, was given “memory”. So Epsilon remembered all of the torture Alpha underwent, and when Epsilon was implanted in Agent Washington, Epsilon tried to kill himself, inadvertently almost taking Washington with him. Epsilon was removed and put into storage, and PFL fell apart. The Alpha, under the protocol “AI must not fall into enemy hands”, was sent to a secure location, and was reprogrammed to have his memory of the Project and everything with it removed. He was then implanted in a human, and was told he was Private Leonard Church of the Blue Army. (Side note; the Red and Blue armies are made up simulation armies designed to test Freelancer Agents in the field. The Reds and Blues do not know they are simulation troopers; they think the war is real.)

This whole shit slowly gets revealed throughout the course of the series, but yeah. Anyway. Church (Alpha, important distinction you’ll see why) dies a few times as a running gag in seasons 1-6. Then, at the end of season 6, he dies permanently to an EMP. But, the plot of season six involves our main characters rescuing the Epsilon storage unit, who eventually regains the identity of “Church” as well, as Epsilon was a fragment of Alpha initially, but there are a few tweaks. Alpha and Epsilon are different in a few ways, but they’re both “Church”. So it’s technically a revival. But if that’s too vague and too complex, in season one Caboose (Blue Team Rookie) blows up Church with a tank and then Church comes back as a ghost. It’s funny.

#leonard church #church rvb #red vs blue

[hummingbird-of-light]

In Our Favor

Part 181

McCoy

“I’m going to catch up on some studying,” McCoy said as Jim looked at him. He knew Jim couldn’t argue with that. It had been one of his arguments for going out the night before; they’d have the rest of the weekend for homework.

“Eugene said last night he’d help me,” McCoy finished.

“Where are the lovebirds this morning?” Jim asked, looking around the dining hall.

“Probably trying to avoid you and your interrogations,” Sulu chimed in.

“What are you going to do?” McCoy asked as he and Scotty left the dining hall. He heard a small sigh from his husband.

“I want to talk with Aporal and find out what he said last night.”

McCoy could hear how upset Scotty still was. He knew Scotty was quite concerned that Aporal had said something he shouldn’t have. But it was too late to take it back now.

“Eugene is meeting me at his dorm,” McCoy said. “We studied there last time. If you need me, just let me know.” McCoy stopped and grabbed Scotty’s arm. “Whatever you find out from Aporal, try not to let it get to you. He intervened so you would get left alone and I’m happy nothing bad happened.”

“I am too, love,” Scotty replied. “I just hope the lad didn’t do something that he will regret.”

“It’ll be fine,” McCoy soothed. He pulled Scotty closer and kissed him reassuringly. “I’ve got to go up and get my stuff. I’ll let you know when we finish, ok? Maybe when I’m done we can go take a walk out to the beach again. We haven’t done that in a long time.”

Scotty nodded slowly. “We could. It’ll be colder than last time…”

“That’s why I have you,” McCoy laughed, before stealing another kiss. “I’ll see you in a few hours.” With that McCoy headed into the dorm and Scotty walked off, presumably to find Aporal.

Eugene was sipping from a large mug when McCoy joined him in the rec room.

“You reserve this when you got in last night?” he asked.

Eugene nodded, and a soft groan left his lips. McCoy’s mouth pulled into a smirk.

“I thought you learned about drinking too much last time we went out.” He laughed as Eugene gestured rudely at him with a smile. He set his books and PADD on the table and pulled out a chair.

“How’s Cora?” he asked as he sat.

Eugene managed a small laugh. “Worse than me. She was still hiding under a pillow when I got up.”

McCoy’s eyebrow arched. “She’s here?”

Eugene flushed as he looked back at McCoy. “Still was when I came down.”

“Did you ever meet her brother?” McCoy thought back to Lt. Sullivan pulling him aside to ask about the boy who had asked out his baby sister.

Eugene nodded. “Declan? Yeah, he’s a nice guy. We all had lunch a couple weeks ago. Off campus so we could just all be normal people.”

McCoy thought for a moment as they got their books open.

“How about dinner tonight? You two and me and Scotty?” he asked.

Eugene looked back up at him. “Yeah. That could be nice. Have to see what Cora thinks. Or rather, how she’s feeling.”

Both boys looked up in surprise after about an hour of studying when the door opened. Cora walked in. She was cleaned up with fresh clothes, but McCoy could still see the traces of hangover.

“Hi Leonard,” she greeted him as she moved over next to Eugene. He turned up his face as she leaned down for a kiss.

“Morning,” McCoy replied.

“How you feeling?” Eugene asked gently.

“I’ve been better,” Cora said, with a sarcastic laugh.

“Want to go out tonight?” Eugene asked.

“Ugh! No!” Cora made a face.

“For dinner,” Eugene laughed. “Leonard wants to go with us and Scotty.”

“Oh!” Cora said with understanding. “That sounds fun.” She nodded and looked at McCoy. “Did you have somewhere in mind?”

McCoy glanced at Eugene and smiled.

“I know a nice place,” was all McCoy answered.

Part 182

Scotty

"Hey Aporal, can we talk?" Scotty called after his friend. The Scotsman had left the dining hall right after him, wanting to catch him alone.

Aporal turned around and raised a questioning eyebrow.

"Uhm, sure. As long as you don't plan on asking any more questions about Jaylah and me dancing," he retorted and Scotty had to admit that that was definitely something he'd like to get more details on, but he shook his head.

"Nae, it's something else. Let's talk in yer room?" he suggested.

Aporal threw a glance over Scotty's shoulder.

"If he's okay with it," he said, shrugging his shoulders and Scotty turned around to see someone chatting with another cadet close by. Yet another member of security, huh? The Scotsman tried not to sigh. They appeared to be everywhere. Though if remembered correctly, it was one of the members who had been at the club the night before.

"It's fine. Now let's get to yer room."

"So? What's so important, Scottish boy?" Aporal asked once they where seated. The Andorian had chosen his bed while Scotty was sitting at a chair.

"I want to talk about what happened at the bar last night," Scotty started and Aporal eyed him questioningly.

"Oh? What's there to talk about? You already thanked me. It's all good," he replied, but Scotty shook his head.

"It's not! What in the name of God did ye tell that lad? He looked so shocked! Did ye threaten him?"

A smirk formed on Aporal's lips and he chuckled.

"Wouldn't you like to know, huh?"

"Aye! Of course I want to know! I mean... I'm glad that ye helped me, but ye cannae just threaten people. Do ye want any more trouble than necessary?"

"Relax, Scottish boy. I didn't threaten to hurt that guy in any way. Well... not in the way you think."

Scotty's face flushed red from anger. He was starting to get furious.

"Now what's that supposed to mean? Why do ye always talk in riddles?" His voice was getting louder than Scotty had meant it to and Aporal raised a finger to his lips.

"Hey, hey, shhh. Keep the volume down, will you? I don't want any of those guards to storm my room just because they think that I'm hurting you."

Scotty snorted.

"Tch... fine. Just... tell me what ye said to him," he hissed and Aporal's smirk returned to his lips.

"Oh, I just told him that he shouldn't talk too loudly about someone hitting on his girlfriend or else his other two girlfriends might find out."

Scotty's mouth dropped open slowly and his eyes widened.

"W-what?" he eventually got out a word, flabbergasted by that revelation.

Aporal grinned at him, nodding his head.

"Oh yeah, that guy has at least three girlfriends and he's betraying all of them at the same time," he casually said and Scotty frowned.

"B-but... how would ye know that?" The Scotsman still couldn't believe it.

"He's in one of my classes. And trust me when I say that it's good to know your enemy's weaknesses," Aporal explained and at the look Scotty was giving him, he added, "and also your friend's."

"Ye... mean to tell me that ye know private stuff about every single person ye have classes with?" Scotty asked.

"Oh, not everyone. The ones who aren't a threat aren't that important," Aporal shrugged.

"Aporal, that's..."

"Impressive, I know. Thanks."

"Nae! That's crazy!" Scotty exclaimed, even though he couldn't help but be actually kinda impressed by it.

"Like I said, Scottish boy, it's a dangerous world out there. Better be safe than sorry."

Scotty sighed. Aporal really was one of kind.

#star trek #montgomery scott #leonard mccoy #scones #au #in our favor

[koalaray]

Mud dogs reaction to reader sacrificing themselves during the krang apocalypse (unfortunately dying) to keep them Three safe?

Ok so I wasn’t sure if you wanted headcanons or a oneshot so I just went with some headcanons. This turned out to be more about their change in behavior after reader dies. I hope that’s ok.

TW: Some gore on Leonard’s part.

Loathsome Leonard

After you died, Leonard became a lot more aggressive.

He was absolutely brutal.

He even scared Danny and Mickey at times.

Any enemy he could manage to drag back to their base was granted a slow, agonizingly painful death.

Leonard wholeheartedly believed that the enemy deserved more pain than he could give them.

He always felt disappointed when his victims died.

But he didn’t just stop mutilating their bodies when they stopped breathing.

No, that would be far too merciful of him.

He cut off limbs, ripped out organs, gouged out eyes, sliced off tongues, etc.

Leonard was constantly seen with blood on him.

No matter how many of the enemy he tortured, he was never going to be satisfied.

They took you away from him.

They would all pay the price.

Dastardly Danny

Danny hardly spoke after you died.

The most acknowledgement he gave his friends consisted of a nod, a shake of the head, or a shrug.

Danny spent much of his free time sitting in a corner.

He often had a distant look in his eyes.

As if he wasn’t entirely there.

Of course, he was thinking of you the whole time.

You were constantly on his mind now.

Even more so than when you were alive.

Danny had also abandoned his signature hat.

He used to let you wear it and watch as you pranced around the room with pride.

All his hat was good for now was reminding him of the good times he had with you.

Now, Danny’s hat sat untouched on the mattress you used to sleep on.

He didn’t need any more reminders of you.

Not when your face was forever present in his mind already.

Malicious Mickey

Denial at its finest.

He refused to accept your death.

Mickey would often sit beside the mattress where you slept.

He would talk to you, or at least he imagined so.

“I saw Leonard drag someone into the other room again.”

Silence.

“Danny hasn’t said anything to us in about three days now too.”

More silence.

“Well, at least I have you to keep me company!”

Deep down, Mickey knew you were gone.

But that didn’t mean he had to accept it.

As far as Mickey was concerned, you were right here.

You were sitting beside him now, listening to him ramble on about anything and everything.

Yes. You were right here. With him.

Just as it was meant to be.

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #the mud dogs #mud dogs #the mud dogs x reader #dastardly danny #loathsome leonard #malicious mickey #dastardly danny x reader #loathsome leonard x reader #malicious mickey x reader

[smolcuriouskitten]

"God you are so annoying! You always do this!" Penny's voice rang out in the living room, Leonard huffing as he made an exaggerated motion. "Here you go again! I just said it was a bad idea for your ex to come over for friendsgiving but Im suddenly the bad guy!" He argues back, stepping closer to Penny.

"Oh thats rich, coming from the guy who slept with his coworker and I had to find out from Sheldon!"

"What the-?! Sheldon tell her that-" Leonard went to motion to his friend sitting on the couch but he left, the apartment door closing before he could finish his statement. "Not again!" They both said in unison, going back to arguing about the issue at hand.

Rockelle was knitting in her apartment, listening to Sade when she heard the yelling. She never understood how the two got together but chose not to question it. She was still single herself after all, then again so was Sheldon. Speaking of him, he should be coming down in 3...2...1..

Knock, Knock, Knock. "Rockelle." Knock, Knock, Knock. "Rockelle." Knock, Knock, Knock. "Rockelle!"

With that, she gets up from her couch, tying her silk robe tightly around her to make sure she doesnt expose herself. "Coming dear." She calls back, setting her knitting supplies on the coffee table, unlocking the door and opening it. "Everything ok? I heard-" She starts and Sheldon interrupts. "Can I hug you?" He asks and the question threw her off. Not in a bad way, no no.

Up until this point, she didnt think Sheldon was okay with people touching him. She knew of his adversity to touching so him asking surprised her. "Of...Of course you can." She stutters, opening her arms. "That didnt sound confident. Are you sure? We can-" Sheldon began to ramble and Rockelle just wrapped her arms around him.

He stopped, slowly returning the touch. "I am always up for a hug. It surprised me that you asked is all." Rockelle gently corrects, rubbing his back with a soft sigh. "You smell nice. Did you change perfumes? You usually use smells that are remnant of chocolate. You smell like coconuts now." He comments and she giggles. "Its my body wash and hair products you are smelling dear." She answers, looking up at him, watching his facial expressions.

"I do not care for change but this is one I dont mind." He replies, as she chuckles, nodding. "I will keep that in mind. Did you come down for a bit to escape the lovers quarrel for a bit? I heard them upstairs." And with that Sheldon nods, pulling back from the hug. "Yes. I dont like arguing or arguments." He answers and now the arguing could be heard from the stairwell, which Sheldon immediately ducks away into Rockelles apartment.

She waves at the two, mouthing that Sheldon was in there with her and he was okay. The pair then go back upstairs and leave Rockelle and him alone, she closes her door to see Sheldon sitting on his spot. "Their relationship is crashing and meeting an inevitable end yet they keep trying. I dont understand relationships at all, all they do is argue and talk about how much better life would be if they were apart." He scrunches his nose and she joins him after locking the door, sitting next to him.

A pause before Rockelle spoke, feeling bad that this was his viewpoint on relationships and how they work. "Well not every relationship is like that. There are some where they strive to bring each other peace and happiness. Some couples bicker but it doesnt mean they love each other any less. Think about it love, dont you and your friends argue from time to time?" She retorts and Sheldon takes a moment to think, then looks over at her. "Well my friends and I dont argue about exes or friends with benefits or even sleeping with other people behind each others back. We argue about what quantum theory is historically accurate or even which game protagonist can be a double meaning for Medieval tropes." He answers and Rockelle shakes her head.

"Thats a relationship! Its something that comes with arguments and disagreements, even if it isnt romantic. Im sorry that they argued with you there though, given how triggering it can be." She chirps and Sheldon thought about it, nodding. "I suppose it can be the same. I still think their relationship will meet a timely end at this rate." He picks up her knitting supplies and looks over at her. "Were you knitting pants before I joined you? This stitch is completely wrong, it isnt meant to be used for that. This stitch is used for blankets, quits, and other kinds of comfort items." As he inspects her tools, she chuckles and shakes her head. "Well the stitch is correct since I am making a blanket. My sister and her husband are having a little one, so I wanted to knit the baby a blanket." She winks at him and he looks over the tv.

"Well knitting isnt a task we can do together." He comments and Rockelle pauses, tilting her head. "Are you hinting at us doing something to get your mind off things?" She asks, smiling as she gets up to grab a flower Lego set. "Yes, that is what I said." He responds and Rockelle chuckles, setting the box down on the table, moving her knitting supplies to the end table on her side. "We can build this together and you can take this with you, so you have something to remember me by." She advises and Sheldon raises a brow. "Why would I forget you? I have eidetic memory so our interactions will never go forgotten." He boasts and Rockelle raises a brow with him.

"What color was I wearing when I first met you?"

"White. You wore a jogger suit with a hoodie and heels."

"What kind of chocolate do I like?"

"Dark chocolate. You hate milk chocolate due to you having an 'adult palette' in preferring the bitter aftertaste. Will there be a quiz on this?"

Rockelle was stunned in his memory and how it managed to be correct. A few confused blinks before she looked over at him with a confused expression. Here she thought his constant rambles amid their conversations meant he was ignoring her words.

"Sheldon?"

"Yes?"

"Can I give you a hug?"

"Yes but why would you give me a hug after stating umf-"

He was interrupted by the rather tight hug she gave him. Resting her head on his chest, he slowly went to reciprocate it.

"I am just happy you remembered these things about me. No one usually does. God I can kiss you right now!"

"Why dont you?"

"What?"

"What?"

@sheldoney

#i think too much; {drabbles} #trekie cowboy; {Sheldon} #jamming? no; {rockon}

[i-got-hit-by-a-planet]

please, explain the entire premise of the qsmp to me.

tell me all the little bits and details.

tell me everything.

think of this... as an informational post, for those such as myself uneducated in the world of the qsmp.

thank you.

oh shit oh fuck okay i'm gonna do my best, yeah? just keep in mind three things: i only watch charlie's pov, i got into qsmp the day they got the eggs (so like two weeks late) and it's currently 3am

now let's get into qsmp

but i'm actually gonna be explaining the past two weeks, from the day they got their eggs, since i never really caught up with Charlie's pre-egg vods

so, to set the scene, the smp is on an island - the Quasadilla Island and the players are not allowed to leave; there is a big wall running through like half of the island, a lot of people have houses in and on the wall

also, the server has a lot of cool mods! there are new bioms, mobs, activities (painting, photography, etc) and weapons (like guns and bombs)

the thing is, they broke the wall and woke up a dragon that was apparently sleeping on the island; and since the dragon left somebody needs to watch out after its eggs

most of the players are paired up - one english speaker and one spanish, and they get to pick their own eggs. due to luzu and wilbur's absence, bad and quackity are both single parents to their eggs

the ones we're gonna focus on are the flippos because i love them.

so you've got Slimecicle, ElMariana and their egg daughter JuanaFlippa - and from the very start they establish themselves as The Drama; they argue a lot and since they are very poor they can't really take care of Flippa, also Mariana is known for having a romance with Foolish (which is problematic since Slime and Mariana are now married)

for the life of me i can't remember why they did it but the two of them went to see Foolish and Vegetta's kid and after destroying its bedroom they are absoluely convinced that they killed it. they leave a sign suggesting that somebody drowned the kid and they ran away.

they take a picture of Flippa's bedroom in the same state as Leonard@'s as an alibi AND THEN then they make a deal with little jesus (rubius) to atone for their sins

they're making badboyhalo a farm and in exchange lil J will grant JuanaFlippa an additional life <this is important later

oh, and because neither Charlie nor Mariana showed up for a while, Flippa lost one life to neglect, leaving her on one life since all eggs have two

the next couple days it's mostly Charlie hanging out with Flippa but there's one thing you need to know - satan is real (also rubius) and he will give Juana a gun if charlie kills somebody else's egg in return; Slime tricks Philza into logging off by pretending that Phil's audio is glitching and during that time he breaks the bed in which Chayanne (Phil and Missasinfonia's kid) is sleeping - by doing that he establishes a rule that breaking a sleeping egg's bed means killing the egg < also important

on his quest of revenge Phil tries to kill Flippa the very same day but she kills him with the gun Satan gave her and Slime makes Phil promise not to hurt her

in the meantime Flippa becomes friends with Tilin - Quackity's kid. together the four of them (slime, q and eggs) build little J a house and decide to become family (: flippa hits the sickest water bucket on lil J's request and then tilin and flippa have a sleepover at charlie's

the next day Mariana spends time with Juana and after a whole day he tucks her to bed and accidentaly breaks it, killing her as per the rule that Charlie established; immediately after he goes to play crab game (or something like that)

next time he logs in, charlie tries to go on a rampage to kill everybody's eggs but he fails lmao, he cries himself to sleep while jaiden does a dramatic reading of blue by eiffel65

ok now i gotta be real - i did not catch this particular stream but what i know is, charlie was out with tilin, flippa and roier, he was fightning mobs and his sword had sweeping edge. he kills Tilin and then sad (since he came to love him as his own) he gives Flippa all his stuff except for a flower she gave him a long time ago, leaves Flippa under Roier's care and sets out to find a way to bring back Tilin

then they have the trial! it's Mariana & Roier against Charlie & Jaiden & Quackity & Foolish & Fit & Bad; i could talk about the court case itself for an hour but the gist is, jaiden slayed absolute penis, slimeriana made out, the cheating allegations (of foolish and Mariana) were presented and Philza's testimony of Charlie killing his kid was deemed irrelevant to the case

the judge (Maximus) decides that JuanaFlippa will be revived since her death was a mistake but both parents must spend 10 minutes in jail and then attend couples therapy

Foolish tries to assassinate the two of them while in jail but fails and is imprisoned himself; Mariana and Slime break out of jail so they don't miss Flippa's revival

Juana is back! they take her home, tuck her to bed and then roleplay having sex to coldplay outside

The next day Mariana and Roier take their eggs out to a dungeon (?) and the same thing happens to Flippa as it did to Tilin. she dies only two days after being revived

in today's stream Charlie is in exile and he decides to build a shrine for little J to convince him to switch Juana's backup life (from the farm deal!) to Tilin - he doesn't know that Flippa is dead yet; he's first told by the creepy white island person? (i'm not really sure who they are since it's pre-egg lore but i know they have something to do with census bureau) while gathering supplies but he doesn't believe them and continues work on the shrine; he summons lil J and reminds him of the deal, lil J confirms that Flippa is dead again

Slime decides to switch and ask for Flippa back instead of Tilin; lil J takes him to see the farm since he never saw it and decides to talk with God. he comes back after a while and says that God will take Juana's case to the council of gods and it might take a couple of days, and then he goes back to tormenting other members

before ending stream, Slime says that he didn't expect that to work and that if he does get Flippa back he's gonna go back into exile so nobody sees her

and this is pretty much it! i'm not sure if this is what you had in mind when you asked anon but it is now 4am and i was meant to work on a fic in this time

apologies for any mistakes it is late and i'm not editing this

#let me know if i got something wrong; im writing it 100% from memory #and that memory is from clips. posts. and streams i cought at ungodly hours #why is it just a summary of charlies pov #qsmp #juanaflippa #luka talks #ask!!!!

[greencheekconure27]

Ok new Yeomen theory/au idea:

What if Fairfax is an imposter?

Hence the discrepancy between his off-stage heroism and his behaviour in Yeomen

Clarence Poltwhistle realizes the person who came back from the wars Isn't his cousin, tries to tell people, but is dismissed as crazy. So he tries to get rid of him by accusing him of sorcery, which may or may not be true.

Even without sorcery Sgt . Meryll presumably hasn't seen Fairfax for some time.Same for the Lieutenant. Phoebe either never met him before he got arrested or only met him as a child before he went off to war. Leonard doesn't actually ever meet him in person during the events of the play, so he doesn't realize anything's wrong until act ii finale at the earliest. At which point FauxFairfax leaves with Elsie + there's a big crowd so he doesn't get the chance.

Poltwhistle finds out the plan failed, shows up to try to stop the imposter, and he, Leonard, Phoebe and a very reluctant Jack Point launch an investigation.

Meanwhile Faux!Fairfax's past starts catching up on him & Elsie is starting to realize the man she married isn't who she thought he was (twice over).

#now if only i could write it 😭 #fanfic ideas #theories #the yeomen of the guard #gilbert and sullivan #yeomen of the guard #colonel Fairfax #leonard meryll #clarence Poltwhistle

[milfweirdal]

Way back when I was just a little bitty bwoy, livin' in a box under the stairs in the corner of the basement of the house half a block down the street from Jerry's Bait Shop... You know the place. Well anyway, back then life was going swell and everything was juuuust PEACHY! Except, of course, for the undeniable fact that every single morning, my mother would make me a big ol' bowl of sauerkraut for breakfast. D'ohhhh, BIG BOWL OF SAUERKRAUT! EVERY SINGLE MORNIN'! It was driving me crazy! I said to my mom, I said "Hey, mom! What's up with all the sauerkraut?" And my dear, sweet mother. She just looked at me like a cow looks at an oncoming train, and she leaned right down next to me, and she said... (deep breath) "IT'S GOOD FOR YOOOUUU!!" And then she tied me to the wall and stuck a funnel in my mouth and force fed me nothing but sauerkraut until I was twenty six and a half years old! That's when I swore that someday, someday I would get outta that basement and travel to a magical, far away place, where the sun is always shining and the air smells like warm root beer, and the towels are oh-so-fluffy! Where the Shriners and the lepers play their ukuleles all day long and anyone on the street will gladly shave your back for a nickel! (inhale) WOCKA WOCKA DOO DOO YEAH! well let me tell you, people, it wasn't long at all before my dream came true, because the very next day, a local radio station had this contest to see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt. I was off by three, but I still won the grand prize! That's right, a first class one-way ticket - tooo Alllllllllllllllllllbuquerque! Alllllllllllllllllllbuquerque! Oh yeah. You know, I'd never been on a real airplane before, and I gotta tell ya, it was really great! Except that I had to sit between two large Albanian women with excruciatingly severe body odor, and the little kid in back of me kept throwin' up the whole time, the flight attendants ran out of Dr. Pepper and salted peanuts, and the in-flight movie was Bio-Dome with Pauly Shore, and, oh yeah, three of the airplane engines burned out and we went into a tailspin and crashed into a hillside and the plane exploded in a giant fireball and everybody died!!......Except for me~ You know why? 'Cause I had my tray table up! And my seat back in the full upright position, had my tray table up, And my seat back in the full upright position, had my tray table up, and my seat back in the full upright position! Ahahahaha! Ahahaha. Hahhhhh.... So I crawled from the twisted, burnin' wreckage! I crawled on my hands and knees for three full days! ....Draggin' along my big leather suitcase and my garment bag and my tenor saxophone and my twelve-pound bowling ball and my lucky, lucky autographed glow-in-the-dark snorkel! But finally I arrived at the world famous... Albuquerque Holiday Inn! Where the towels are oh-so-fluffy! And you can eat your soup right out of the ashtrays if you wanna! It's OK, they're clean! Well, I checked into my room and I turned down the A/C and I turned on the SpectraVision and I'm just about to eat that little chocolate mint on my pillow that I love so very-very-much when suddenly, there's a knock on the door. (BANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANG) Well now, who could that be? I say "Who is it?" No answer. "Who is it~?" There's no answer! "WHO IS IT!" They're not sayin' anything! So, finally I go over and I open the door and just as I suspected: It's some big fat h***********e with a Flock-Of-Seagulls haircut and only one nostril. Oh man, I hate it when I'm right. So anyway, he bursts into my room and he grabs my lucky snorkel, and I'm like "Hey, you can't have that! That snorkel's been just like a snorkel to me!" And he's like "Tough!" And I'm like "Give it!" And he's like "Make me!" And I'm like, "'Kay!" So I grabbed his leg and he grabbed my esophagus and I bit off his ear and he chewed off my eyebrows and I took out his appendix and he gave me a colonic irrigation yesindeedyoubetterbelieveit (WHEEZE) And somehow in the middle of it all, the phone got knocked off the hook, and twenty seconds later, I heard a familiar voice. And you know what it said? I'll tell you what it said! It said "If you'd like to make a call~ please hang up and try again~ If you need help, hang up and then dial your oooooooperator~ If you'd like to make a call~ please hang up and try again~ If you need help, hang up and then dial your oooooooperator~" In Alllllllllllllllllllbuquerque! Alllllllllllllllllllbuquerque! Well, to cut a long story short, he got away with my snorkel. But I made a solemn vow right then and there that I would not rest - I would not sleep for an instant - until the one-nostrilled man was brought to justice. But first, I decided to buy some donuts. So I got in my car and I drove over to the donut shop, and I walked on up to the guy behind the counter and he says "Yeeeeeah, whaddaya waaaant?!" (brief but sick guitar solo) I said "You got any glazed donuts?" He said "Nawwww, we're outta glazed donuts!" I said "Well, you got any jelly donuts?" He said "Nawwww, we're outta jelly donuts!" I said "You got any Bavarian cream-filled donuts?" He said "Nawwww, we're outta Bavarian cream-filled donuts!" I said "You got any cinnamon rolls?" He said "NAWWWW, WE'RE OUTTA CINNAMON ROLLS!" I said "YOU GOT ANY APPLE FRITTERS?" He said "NAWWWW, WE'RE OUTTA APPLE FRITTERS!" I said "YOU GOT ANY BEAR CLAWS?" He said "Wait a minute, I'll go check." (slightly longer sick guitar solo) "NAAWWWW, WE'RE OUTTA BEAR CLAWS!" I said "Well, in that case.... in that case, what do you have?" He says "All I got right now is this box of one dozen starving crazed weasels." I said "OK, I'll take that." So he hands me the box and I open up the lid and the weasels jump out and they immediately latch onto my face and start bitin' me all over (HAHNGHNNAsnortHNAGHGNH) oh man, they were just going nuts! They were tearin' me apart! ....You know, I think it was just about that time that a little ditty started goin' through my head. I believe it went a little something like this: D'OHHHHH!! GET EM OFF ME GET EM OFF ME! OHHHHHH! NO GET 'EM OFF GET EM OFF! OH, OH GOD, OH GOD, OHHH GET EM OFF ME, OH OHH GOD, AH AHHHH AHHHHHHH! I ran out into the street with these flesh-eating weasels all over my face, wavin' my arms all around and just runnin', runnin', runnin' like a constipated wiener dog. And as luck would have it, that's exactly when I ran into the girl of my dreams. ~Her name was Zelda~. She was a calligraphy enthusiast with a slight overbite and hair the color of strained peaches. I'll never forget the very first thing she said to me. She said "Hey - you've got weasels on your face." That's when I knew it was true love! We were inseparable after that. Aww, we ate together, we bathed together, we even shared the same piece of mint-flavored dental floss. The world was our burrito. So we got married and we bought us a house and had two beautiful children, Nathaniel and Superfly! Oh, we were so very very very happy, awww yeahh. But then one fateful night, Zelda said to me... She said "Sweetie pumpkin? Do you wanna join the Columbia Record Club?" I said "Whooooaaaa, hold on now, baby! I'm just not ready for that kind of a commitment!" So we broke up and I never saw her again, but that's just the way things go - In Alllllllllllllllllllbuquerque! Alllllllllllllllllllbuquerque! Anyway, things really started lookin' up for me because about a week later, I finally achieved my lifelong dream. That's right, I got me a part-time job at The Sizzler! I even made Employee of the Month after I put out that grease fire out with my face. Aw yeah, everybody was pretty jealous of me after that. I was gettin' a lot of attiTOOD. Okay, like one time, I was out in the parking lot tryin' to remove my excess earwax with a golf pencil - when I see this guy Marty tryin' to carry a big ol' sofa up the stairs all by himself! So I, I say to him, I say "Hey, you want me to help you with that?" And Marty, he just roollllls his eyes and goes "Nooooo, I want you to cut off my arms and legs with a chainsaw!" So I did. And then he gets all indignant on me! He's like "Hey man, I was just being sarcastic!" Well, that's just great. How was I supposed to know that? I'm not a mind reader for cryin' out loud! Besides, now he's got a really cute nickname - Torso-Boy! So what's he complaining about? Say, that reminds me of another amusing anecdote... This guy comes up to me on the street and he tells he hasn't had a bite in three days! Well, I knew what he meant, but just to be funny, I took a big bite out of his jugular vein! And he's yellin' and screamin' and bleeding all over, and I'm like "Hey, come on, don't you get it?" But he just keeps rolling around on the sidewalk, bleeding, and screaming, AAAAARGH, OHHH, AAAGGGH, you know, completely missing the irony of the whole situation. Man, some people just can't take a joke, you know? Anyway, um. ....Um. Where was I? Kinda lost my train of thought... Uh. Well, uh, okay, anyway I, I know it's kinda been a roundabout way of saying it but... I guess the whole point I'm tryin' to make here is - I. HATE. SAUERKRAUT! That's all I'm really tryin' to say. And, by the way, if one day you happen to wake up and find yourself in an existential quandary, full of loathing and self-doubt and wracked with the pain and isolation of your pitiful meaningless existence, at least you can take a small bit of comfort in knowing that somewhere out there in this crazy ol' mixed-up universe of ours... there's still a little place... called Alllllllllllllllllllbuquerque! Alllllllllllllllllllbuquerque! Albuquerque, Albuquerque! Albuquerque, Albuquerque! Albuquerque, Albuquerque! Albuquerque, Albuquerque! I said A (A!) L (L!) B (B!) U (U!).... QUERQUE! (QUERQUEEE!!) Albuquerquealbuquerque albuquerquealbuquerque albuquerquealbuquerque albuquerquealbuquerque albuquerquealbuquerque albuquerquealbuquerque albuquerquealbuquerque albuquerquealbuquerque ALLLLBUQUEEEEERQUEEEEEEEEEEE ........(laughing) (drumsolo) (belch) (final sick guitar solo)

#oh my god i cant believe it let me post this #sorry to anyone who sees this on their dash #long post #weird al shitposting

[tunedtostatic]

tagged by @ante--meridiem

Currently reading: I'm on the verge of quitting The Unspoken Name by A.K. Larkwood, not because it's objectively bad but because I'm not enjoying it for reasons I might noodle on about on my book blog. I have a stack of library books so I'm not sure what I'll try next.

Currently watching: @sinceyouaskedme recommended Mic the Snare and I've been watching some of his discography deep dives, which led to a very funny situation where I watched the one about Radiohead and then listened to Ok Computer by Radiohead for the first time (regarded by many as one of the greatest albums of all time), and it was very good, and I was like, I can't go online and be like "Oh my god you guys I'm sure know one else knows this but did you know Ok Computer by Radiohead is good?!"

Currently obsessed with: I looked up what turned out to be The Second Coming by William Butler Yeats on Friday because I was trying to figure out where one of its lines came from, and first of all holy shit I did not realize how much it is to 20th-21th century literature and pop culture as Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen is to ao3. All those are from the same poem? Second of all, it's very good (much like Ok Computer by Radiohead is very good, one could say 🙂). I ended up looking up a list of ultra-famous poems, because I realized that not having taken any lit classes beyond high school means there are many ultra-famous poems that I haven't ever come across. I'm resisting the urge to say something defensive, because not knowing certain poems when you could have Taken The Initiative And Looked Them Up Whenever is something people get so wildly mean about, like hiking, but I didn't and who cares. And now I have! (Did you guys know The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot is also very good?!)

Last song listened to: Silence by Lizz Wright, best known round this blog for being the artist I discovered by getting her 2008 album The Orchard buying thrift store CDs last summer, which I then listened to for months because. I mean. When I went to get that link I paused writing this for two minutes to relisten to the first half of the first track because 😭😭❗❗, 10/10 Ok Computers by Radiohead, source: dude trust me. Also previously seen round this blog for Goodbye on (ironically) the Astrid-Caleb reunion, race you to the top section of my Astrid fanmix ("so you take the high road/and I'll take the low" indeed).

Silence is also from her first 2003 album, and I cagily didn't link it first because I feel like it's a little less overtly knock your socks off, but it too is !! (I feel like it really kicks off at the end of the second verse with the vocals and instrumentals on "that silence is a song.")

tagging with no pressure to do it, @sinceyouaskedme @perpetualnovelboyfriend @smirk47 @cindereleanor

#music #i haven't looked up any analysis of the waste land yet because i wanted to let it percolate first #but i want to so i can. you know. actually get the vast majority of the references. that poem is all reference (okay not all). #not commenting on the whiteness and maleness of ultra-famous poems lists since i assume we all have noticed #but i did read poetry foundation's bio of yeats and take a moment to be glad that guy did not have twitter

[21witnokidz]

IN THE GHETTO

Chapter 25

“And then maybe I should add a love triangle somewhere in the middle right?”

“Oh I don’t know. Those are outdated and cliche if you ask me”

Mary-Beth was telling you about this new love story she was planning to write and she needed your input.

When you told her that love triangles were played out nowadays she looked a little disappointed in your answer.

“Oh but it’s your story Mary-Beth you put whatever you want. Just don’t expect me to take a liking to it” you put your arms up

Mary-Beth slapped your arm and went back to her writing.

“Oooh Y/n have I got some news for you” Lenny approached and he looked excited. Then again, he was pretty young and had his whole life ahead of him. It was normal for him to be excited about many things.

“So I was talk in’ around with the colored folk of Rhodes and there was talk of a place with lots weapons”

You raised your eyebrow and sipped your coffee.“Don’t we already got enough of that?”

“And money” Lenny added rubbing his fingers together.

You immediately shot up upon hearing that.

“Arthur let’s go!”

Arthur had just came back from a fishing trip but you were sure he wouldn’t back down on some money.

“Huh where we goin’?”

“I don’t really know myself but Lenny hear said there’s talk of money and weapons somewhere ain’t that right Leonard?”

“That’s right Arthur we better hurry before someone else gets it” Lenny said racing to his horse.

“Now hold on. You said there was TALK of there being money. How you know them folks wasn’t just gossiping?”

“What’s gossip worth if it’s free?” you asked.

Arthur just sighed and shook his head “She’s got a point” he whispered to himself, climbing back up on his horse after tying it up not even 5 minutes ago.

-

After a good ride and a witty conversation you guys finally made it to a place called Shady Belle. Lenny suspected those were where the guns were especially since there people guarding the place despite it looking abandoned.

“Well Lenny looks like someone did make it here before us”

“Well we can take care of this easy peasy” Arthur said pulling out his Bolt Action from his horse pouch.

You guys were able to take out the guards no problem just like Arthur said. Your main concern though is if the merchandise got caught within the gunfire.

You were searching beyond the dead bodies for the guns. Or the money. Or both. Before coming across a wagon with a box. You lifted up the lid and found a pile of brand new rifles.

“Thank god for black people” you whispered shaking your head.

“What was that? You found the guns?” Arthur came behind you.

“Yup. Anybody order a dozen fresh rifles?” You said holding the gun up.

“Perfect let’s take these back to Dutch!” Lenny clapped his hands.

-

“Arthur, Y/n, you’ve done it again” Hossa chuckled looking at the guns “and of course you did a fine job Lenny”

“Arthur come on let’s go. Me and Micah are on our way to this O’Driscoll hide out, you need to come with us” dutch came around already ordering Arthur as soon as he can me back”

“Uh ok. You comin Y/n?”

“Nah I think I’ll just stay here. Been a long day”

Arthur squeezed your hand and went off with dutch and Micah.

-

Arthur had gone to the hideout several hours ago. The sun was already down.

“I swear to god Hosea if something doesn’t come up soon I’m gonna lose my mind”

“Just calm down. Come on. This Arthur we’re talking about. The boy’s too damn stubborn to get himself killed” The older man tried to calm you. “now he might fuck around and fall off a cliff but someone actually taking Arthur Morgan’s life? They’d have to be Hercules”

Hosea rubbed your shoulders to try and calm you down.

But then you saw Dutch.

“Where is he? You better tell me something I swear to god”

“Now just listen-“ he began.

“Don’t tell me to just listen where’s Arthur?”

“Well.. they got him”

Your immediately dropped to your ankles.

“Now when he says that. He doesn’t mean death. It’s just that they literally have him… like hostage” Micah explained.

“Oh my god” you said in disbelief but quickly turned to anger. “And where were you huh!?” You started hitting Dutch’s chest while tears were spilling from your eyes.

“Y/n I promise we’ll look for him later it’s just too risky now” he tried to calm you.

You were feeling a little weak from all the stress so you just had to sit down. But that did not mean that you caught any rest.

You had no idea how late it was in the night but you were sure the sun would be coming up anytime soon.

That’s when you heard the sound of a horse in the distance. You looked off into the trees a silhouette. Just from his shadow alone you could tell it was Arthur.

“Arthur!”

He came into camp and as soon as he got off the horse he collapsed.

“Arthur came back! He needs help!”

Everyone came rushing out to help you get him up onto his bed.

“God I’m sorry dear boy. I’m so sorry”

“It’s too late for apologies Dutch, look at him!”

You rubbed the side of Arthur’s face lovingly “are you ok? Please tell me didn’t hurt you too bad”

He just nodded his head and leaned into your touch, too tired to speak.

-

Arthur had recovered from his injuries and the gang was back to normal.

You saw him looking off to the distance with some coffee in his hand when you approached him.

“Arthur?”

“Hey there darlin’. He wrapped his arm around you and kissed your cheek”

“You feel better?”

“Yea. I really appreciate you staying by my side during my healing process. Meant a lot to me”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

“It’s just- you’ve always cared so much for me. I’ve known you almost my whole life and we’ve always looked out for each other. I guess what I’m tryna say is.. I appreciate you”

“Yea you just said that you fool” you slapped his chest.

“No i- shit..”

Arthur put the journal back in his satchel and pulled out something else. It was a ring. And it had a beautiful diamond on it.

“I wasn’t sure how I was gonna do this but here I am. Y/n, will you make me the happiest man ever by being my wife so that I can have you for the rest of my life?”

“Arthur..” you couldn’t believe this is happening. I mean you always knew you were gonna marry Arthur but this was just so surreal to you. You looked into his eyes to see if he was being for real. And he was.

“Yes Arthur I’ll be your wife”

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