#please barney just- uGH

[emeraldbabygirl]

You know how people are like “never put your personal problems on social media” and like ok but sometimes I just do cause that’s how I get shit out even tho there are better ways and not to brag or sound like I need attention or trying to be funny but oh boy catch me crying over music by Conan Grey that I barely listened to and that shit hit too much and I don’t think I’ll ever me able to listen to his music but damn it sucks how many people can relate to that like trauma shit the world is an awful place really like and after learning about the meaning behind Medusa tattoos I stopped functioning and couldn’t sleep cause I wanted to ball my eyes out but on a lighter note there’s this adorable lil lady on the YouTube’s that makes bento boxes for her husband, she calls them husbentos and it’s so cute her videos are so wholesome but make me sad like the bento vids all over tiktok of people making cute lunches for their loved ones like hi I don’t make cute lunches for myself, I don’t have cute boxes and lil cookie cutters to make shapes and all that shit I mean I cried going through these tiktok videos and shit like these kids who are getting cute lunches made for them by their mums and fathers or daughters making lunches for their mum and dads and like, it’s not just a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in a brown sack, you can tell they are putting love into that lunch when they take the time to decorate the food and make cute shapes and the presentation and and like. Ugh cause when I was growing up, my siblings and I couldn’t afford to have lunches made for us so we ate the free lunches and like..like when I was in school I always thought the kids who had what we called cold lunch were so cool and I was jealous like I wanted a lunch box to bring to school everyday but we couldn’t afford to buy lunch food and all that shit everyday and like now I make my lunches for work but I throw random shit in there, no love just pure angst and hatred in a frozen pizza or a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and water. Like I would love someone to make cute lil bento boxes for me, like that wife who gets up early in the morning every day and prepares and makes her husband lunch and you can tell how much love she puts in those lunches and her lil daughter comes out sometimes and it’s so wholesome it makes me cry because like..like and then people shit on the people on tiktok that make these cute lunches for their kids or themselves or whatever like fuck off it’s called loving family and yourself that you take time out of the day to make something as normal as lunch cute and ugh I just wish I could be that person for myself or meet someone who can do that for me. And of course there’s other reasons why mums making lunches for their kids makes me sad but I’m done now ignore this goodbye

#like where’s my bento wife? #or husbento please #like I just want some stupid lunch that’s cute made by some idiot I love #ugh #random #personal #bento box #they are so cute on their own tho #self love y’all #oh um #conan grey #tw: abuse #medusa #I mean idk what that would be #and then there was this recording of a 911 call that really beat me up and and the comments were even worse #wow the world is just such a bad place #and I’ve become so sensitive to the weirdest stuff #I literally cried watching demi and Selena on Barney #don’t talk to me #barney the dinosaur

[sidecharactersdomatter]

Thoughts I had during Seeing Stars

Ho ho that opening (I really need to sit through one of Neil DeGrasse Tyson’s videos)

Another flashback with Baby!Via Aaaahhh!

Aand 12 years later again! That was a good transition

She remembered!

She wears boots!

Here’s hoping Stolas doesn’t keep treating that poor Imp servant like his Ex Wife.

OOOOHHHH!!! Sass her back Stols!

That’s not good.

There goes the stargazing

Ok I legit thought Blitz was gonna have a Birds and Bees talk with her

It’s a good thing we’re seeing more of Blitz and Loona’s relationship in this ep

She’s using her feathers as a ninja mask!

And Loona’s like “S’up” or “Just go on in”

1 2 3 4 Oh come on Blitz

WOAH HO HO HO! Her eyes are glowing!

It occurs that she wasn’t too specific

AAAHHH A DEAD GUY!

AH A CLOWN!

“God hates you personally” “Demons walk among us” That whole mob may or may not be related to DHORKS.

Oh That was another really good transition

Still not over from Ozzie’s I see.

That was the best transition ever!

Busted.

Oh Via that’s not gonna be helpful.

Sees him clutch his top hat crown like: SO IT ISN’T METAL?!?!

So glad I don’t live in LA

“New study finds LA water to be 2% sewer overflow and 98% literal acid. NO DON’T OBVIOUSLY DRINK THAT SHIT! TOP SCIENTISTS SAY” Well that ain’t good

WOAH HO HO! Human Stolas!!! I’m sketchin’ tonight!

So Imps can have human disguises!

OH!

He stole some glasses!

This is what happens when you don’t pay your coworkers Blitz!

Moxxie is just terrible with cash. I just know it.

Squirrel! Couldn’t help myself as a Die hard Up watcher

She sounds like Agent 2!

“USA: 2021”

The tour guide from the CHERUB ep!

Those ears.

Hehehe Brennon Ragers, Brandon Rogers, I almost thought she said Brendon

Oh dear is right

He’s not photogenic!

Hehehe Elmo + Barney = Elmosaur… Barmo, Elmey???

We gotta duet! M&Mers rise up!

Heh. Holly’s Wood.

He’s making it rain!

XD A Painting!

Verosika Mayday keychain!

I legit thought that was an actual Pop up Ad!

This is lowkey a kidnapping scene with the way he holds out that fruit gummy

He dropped his baby!

The guy from Spring Broken!

Since when do Agents dress like that?

He has a type

Someone in the paparazzi/crowd: He did that with his head?!

Yeah typical Loona

That was a waste of time

She walked right through a crime scene XD. It’s a good thing it wasn’t an open manhole

Star Owl awesome!

Wonder what she bought!

They’re not gonna question his clawmarks

“God please kill me” HAH!

He has stagefright!

Well that got him pumped.

Filmed in front of a live audience

Oh No!

“LAUGH”

“To the viewers at home, We apologize for the fruity language.”

Love how Stolas is the only one laughing

Me @ Stolas’ thirst and remembering the health warning: DON’T DRINK THAT!

Classic Loona

She chose Octavia!

Octavia lookalike (and probably has better parents)

The chase is on!

Via went to the observatory now it all makes sense!

How long is this Sitcom Ep?

I think that guy’s dead

Obligatory Cats don’t dance reference

Another flashback!

That is no orphanage

“AWWWW?”

Yeah I wouldn’t give her the dog either.

Oh yeah truth.

Is that the Oblongs?

BREAKING CHARACTER LIKE A BOSS!

“Oh SHIT!” XD

He tripped!

Stolas yeets a water bottle like: THAT’S IT?!?!?!?!

Oh right 98% acid.

“Let it burn”

Hah “Panic”

STOP DROP AND ROLL!

That explosion

I’m the random survivor in the studio filming Blitz holding Stolas ;3

There she is

They’re finally interacting YES!

Ugh haze is the worst

Starfire I get it!

Her small hoot coughing

It’s because of their arranged marriage.

SISTERS!!!!!

Heh Not topic

Hahahaha she kicked him good.

Fathers and daughters reunited T w T

Oh that show is totally cancelled.

That’s why you don’t take a ton of it.

This was a great treat.

#my post #my reaction #helluva boss #helluva boss season two #blitzo #stolas goetia #moxxie #millie helluva boss #hb millie #loona helluva boss #octavia goetia #hb seeing stars #stolitz

[chooseyourownavenger]

[START] [ABOUT AND WARNINGS] [FAQ]

IRONHAWK/ Keep waiting for Tony to come to you

You sit back in the chair and scrub your hands down your face.  “I think we just need to give him the space like he asked,” you say.  “I know it’s hard, I do.  But if we push, he’s gonna just get his back up and we’ll scare him off. We just need to sit tight.  If he loves us, he’ll come to us.”

Clint huffs and flops back on the couch.  “This sucks,” he says.  “Why can’t we just skip over to the good bit?”

You move, straddling his lap and looking down at him.  “I can think of some good bits we can do in the meantime.”

Clint grins up at you.  “I definitely like the sound of that.”

Both you and Clint try to wait patiently for Tony to decide if he wants to try this too, while strengthening your own relationship, so if Tony doesn’t come back, at least you have each other. Clint is great.  Funny.  Affectionate.  Competent.  Sexually experimental and willing to please.  Sure he has days where he struggles to get out of bed and he can be a little surly on those days, but you know enough to recognize depression when you see it.

You start to think maybe Tony isn’t coming back.  That it will be just you and Clint and you start coming to terms with that.  You sleep over at his place more often and the two of you start talking about more long-term plans.  You are at Clint’s apartment getting ready for bed when there’s a knock at Tony’s door.  You both quickly jump up and scramble to dress.  It’s Clint’s apartment but if there was no announcement about a visitor arriving it was one of the Avengers and they can all get in without a key.

You don’t even have your t-shirt pulled down when Tony comes striding in.  “You see, the thing is - I do really - ugh - I’m into you both.  A lot.  I don’t want to see other people.  I don’t want this to end.  But I don’t know how to be in a relationship.  So you have to be patient with me.  I might fuck up and I’m a workaholic and sometimes I think I can be pretty selfish.  But I want this - even if we end up on the front page of Us Weekly because of how scandalous this is, or if every single interview I do from now on means I have to defend us or field questions of people who think bisexuality is just lying about being gay.  I want this. You both, and I want the things it could be.  The house in the country with the dog and maybe a kid.  Maybe we can name him after Clint’s brother.”

He paces while he rants and when he’s finished he stops dead and looks at you both.  “It smells like sex in here.”

“My brother’s name is Barney,” Clint says.  “You really want to name your kid Barney?”

“Our kid,” Tony corrects.  “You both really want to do this?”

“We do,” Clint says, patting the bed beside him.  “Come on buddy.  We missed you.”

Tony flops down into bed beside Clint, and you jump on top of both of them.  You never expected a loving relationship to come out of pure sex, yet here you are.  Relationships can start anywhere, and the choices you made brought you here, happy and in love with two men who love you right back.

~ END ~ 

#Keep waiting for Tony to come to you #marvel #avengers #tony stark #clint barton #iron man #hawkeye #marvel fanfiction #avengers fanfiction #iron man fanfiction #hawkeye fanfiction #ironhawk #ironhawk x reader #clint barton/tony stark/reader #clint barton x reader #tony stark x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #choose your own adventure #choose your own avenger #clint #tony

[alohajun]

hey loki, how are you feeling today? 🫶🏼

omg I couldn't stop squealing over the combination of fake dating + rivals to lovers, if only whoever is writing my story would please incorporate something in my life because it's so quiet rn 😭

ahh I've been told something similar, but more like, you bias is a version of you and your bias wrecking is actually who you like lmao but STOP because jake has been making me feel some sort of way for a long time 🤭 my bias has been heeseung since i-land, but then jake came along and now I'm shifting to jungwon because I'm so enamoured by his dancing?! it's so smooth I can't even— but heeseung's vocals omgggg

I can't even comprehend whether I like singers more than dancers or vice versa. how about you, loki? are you into singers or dancers? 👀 but ig it's a bonus if it's both but 🤭

hihi, smiles! i would say i am fine but a little fact about me is that i am always sick, be it from a headache or some food poisoning 😭 but really it's nothing to worry about, i'm just in "my immune system is of a newborn" era

ugh, faking dating + enemies to lovers always gets me like ayo i'm done with uni (physical lectures at least!) and whoever writing my story clearly forgot to include my love life like ayo ik i'm funny but if barney from 'how i met your mother' found his love even being a comedic relief, i need someone too 🥺

omg tell me about it we are literally the opposite soulmates !!! jake caught my eye first but then heeseung came and poof my heart went wiki wiki boom boom and then i had this request for jungwon so i checked out these clips of him and just got all soft for him, he's such a bean!

ahh it's such a tough decision but honestly one thing i've noted about all the boys i've crushed on is that they are musically talented and idk if that's bc i come from a musical family but gosh anyone who can play an instrument easily has my heart and soul and if they want they'd have me down on one knee with a ring too 💍🧎

#[💌] all my favorite conversations #smiles 🥺 #my exchange event buddy 💕

[etherealino]

i rewatched himym and i stand by my statement, robin and barney should have ended up together

#please barney can be a handful #but when he vowed to never lie to robin ever again? #and he actually did that not bcs he just needed a vow #please barney just- uGH #r.txt

[khruseosold]

I'm the anon that sent you the positivity the other day and your live stream of HIMYM (which coincidently I'm on my rewatch as well season 7 lmfao) is astounding and I love it

Okay, so I’m not one to easily fall and crumble all over a ship at all, but man, Robin/Barney have made, ruined, made and ruined me again numerous times over and I somehow haven’t watched HIMYM in years (and have never done a second rewatch until now). I’d just totally forgotten when this started in the show’s timeline, so I had a bit of a ‘wait, w a i t, WAIT!!’ moment when I saw him putting the tape in the VCR. I wasn’t ready and then I suddenly was and it was awesome. And y o u, you’re, without a doubt, absolutely legen— wait for it —dary.

“And so they watched it again, and again, and again. They watched it over and over that night, until finally— they stopped watching.”

#[ answered: out of character. ] so you came here to torture me and talk about yourself? / you may not remember but that's kind of our thing. #[ yeah. i'm having a field day with the rewatch. also i don't know if this is an unpopular opinion but i really love stella? ] #[ i miss victoria though. ugh. i liked numerous of ted's love interests honestly. but for me personally? not robin. ] #[ god it drove me bonkers in the first season ..... and second... and third. y'know. ] #[ love ted. but i want to smack him upside the face. ] #[ oh gosh. how're you dealing with s7? i know i get less fond of it as the seasons pass. especially finale-wise. nope nope. refuse. ] #[ hi. i'm rambling i have feelings. ] #[ i just watched the episode where barney was very... y'know. unlike barney with robin on a 'date'. ] #[ and she ends it by scoring a girl for him. and he blows her off. i can't deal with that episode's last lines. ] #[ but i also enjoyed it 'cause i'm pretty sure this was also the episode where stella watches sw? ] #[ and hates it. but then when asked by marshall if she can pretend to like it for her whole life... ] #[ that she says that she can. bless. ] #[ can we just keep ted/stella ongoing forever. ] #[ even if i liked all the others too. just any of them. show. please. just not robin. ] #[ let me enjoy robin/barney gdi. lemme pretend that's how it ended. ]

[satashiiwrites]

Wheel of Time Season 1 thoughts

Just trying to get a few thoughts down… with the caveat that I’m like a tenth of the way through a re-listen of the Eye of the World and it’s been more than a decade since i last read the book so my memory of exact events in the books is.. eh… kinda patchy to non-existent in parts.  Putting beneath a cut for spoilers.

Rand—I disagree with those that find him bland.  If anything, knowing what he’s in for later assuming they follow the books, I just want to hug him the first time he shows up with that fuzzy sweater that I wanna steal because it looks so warm and cozy… yeah.  I think they were spot on with their casting. Josha is perfect and vulnerable and I can totally believe him as Rand. His chemistry with Egwene is believable and he makes it work.  His chemistry with both Perrin and Mat is also fantastic.  Best line is “If I wanted a man I could do better.”  I just lost it at that line the first time.  

Ugh that sweater.  You’re such a softie in it and I want to cuddle you Rand.  The story is not going to be kind to you going forward.  You just wanna raise sheep and have a family.  The world is not kind to those called dragon. 

Mat—Matrim my beloved.  Mat has been my favorite of the entire series since before I graduated high school. Barney Harris nailed him perfectly in ways I didn’t expect.  I’m sad that he had to be recast but I’ll give the new guy some time to try and fill Barney’s shoes because that’s going to be a difficult task.  I would say there is some obvious clunky-ness going on in the last few episodes because of this casting problem and when I saw Perrin sitting so close to the horn I just about had a conniption fit until I realized he wasn’t going to touch the darned thing.

Anyways.  I hope they do not lean too hard into the possibility of Mat being a Darkfriend next season as that strikes me as completely against his character arc but we’ll see.  Amazon please don’t make him pull an Edmond. I am very very curious how things are going for him since Moiraine set the red Ajah on him. 

I’m just going to be sitting in my corner waving my tiny Cauthor flag until we get the second season.  I never shipped them until the tv series but whoo boy do I do now.

Perrin—of the three main boys I have to admit he’s never been my favorite in the books. Which is odd since he’s got the whole wolf thing going on he should be exactly my type of character (It’s probably because I’m just that big of a mat fan and Faile… yeah jealousy isn’t my favorite character trait). I will say that I think the actor (Marcus Rutherford) is pretty good but he’s just not completely hit his stride with Perrin yet for me. His scenes with the Travelers and Egwene are fantastic as were the first episode in the Two Rivers but the wolf scenes with the Children of the Light and the final episode were just a tad off somehow to me.  

That being said I think a lot of setup is being done and he was doing a lot of heavy lifting at times.  I’m still kinda shrugging on the whole love triangle setup with Egwene tho. Also kinda shrugging about the whole wife storyline which I think everyone agrees was a bad case of fridging.

Egwene—Confession time.  I don’t like most of the women that RJ wrote.  I just don’t.  I was at a stage in my life where women being described as stubborn and calling men woolheads just wasn’t… I don’t wanna tug on my braid and stamp my feet. That being said this isn’t that Egwene or Nynaeve (who we’ll get to shortly). Madeleine Madden has believable chemistry with both Rand and Perrin but I actually think it’s better with Perrin.  This love triangle is just… hilarious to me. I think her storyline changes have added more organic-ness to her story arc as well as made her a more sympathetic character than her book counterpart and more humane.  I stand by my opinion that RJ had some weirdness when it came to writing female characters but I think the tv series has smoothed some of that out and given them… i can’t find the right word… life?  Normalacy?  I’m not sure here.  Either way I’d say that the tv series is an improvement in Egwene’s character and her story arc over my memory of the books. 

The way we’re introduced to Egwene in the tv series is fantastic and really sets a different tone.  I loved this part of the first episode.  

Nynaeve—I’ve always been on the neutral side of her character in the books to slightly disliked in the earlier ones but then she got with Lan and I rethought a few things. I do think she much improved as time went on but I’d also argue that the tv series has softened her edges a lot compared to how she was originally written (again may be my faulty memory as it’s been a while). Zoe Robins is fantastic as an actress and I think she’s improved upon the character. 

I am sad that I feel like her romance with Lan is being pushed to develop faster. Zoe has great chemistry with the rest of the cast and it shows in her performance.  Her stubbornness is pure Nynaeve and is perfect. 

I’m not sure what to think about the whole burning in the last episode—I’ll probably still be chewing on it by the time season 2 comes around and we find out how she’s doing and if it affected her ability to channel. 

Moiraine—what is there to say?  Rosamund Pike has been possessed by Moiraine Damodred’s spirit or is it the other way around?  She is at the peak of her art and the vulnerability and fear in the penultimate episode was fantastic. Moiraine will always be one of my favorite fictional characters and Rosamund blew it out of the park. Her scenes in the last episode, the penultimate, or any time she was with Siuan was just chef’s kiss perfect.  I cannot imagine another actress as Moiraine. 

The changes made to show more of the politics of the White Tower and to get away from Rand’s POV in the book are fine in my opinion and add depth to the show. You have someone as good as Rosamund you should use her to give your story the teeth it needs to have emotional payoff.  And payoff it does.  Her relationship with Siuan is handled beautifully and that mention of Elaida and how she learned to channel at will… i got goosebumps. 

A thousand kudos to Rosamund Pike.  She should get all the acting awards. Her refusal to let Rand go down into the eye alone was beautiful. 

Lan:  Ah my favorite warder and king of a lost kingdom.  I don’t remember Malkier being mentioned so early in the booksbut I’m fine with the show stuffing as much lore as they can into every minute.  The WOT books were almost 4.5 million words and there’s only so much screen time. 

I have resisted the urge to use a certain bathtime gif here….but I feel like he got the most clothing optional shots of all the characters in season one. 

As I said above… I’m not perfectly happy with how rushed the development of his relationship with Nynaeve is/feels but I do think the actors have great chemistry.  Daniel Henney is not exactly how I pictured Lan back when I was reading the books but now he is Lan to me.  He has great subtlety and understated intensity that works for Lan as a character.  His platonic relationship with Moiraine is beautifully portrayed. 

I’m not going to go into all the other casting decisions but in general I’d say they were altogether A++. I did not have one casting choice that I hated or didn’t think worked.  Fal Dara was fantastic and I loved the small cultural touches as was Siuan’s childhood sendoff to the Tower. The confrontation at the end at the Eye was marvelously acted and I cannot wait to see more of Lews, Ishamael or the other Forsaken. I loved the brief show of how advanced the technology was before the breaking and I know some people are probably losing their shit over it (hey it worked here vs it was a disaster in Shannara). 

Changes I’m neutral about: Skipping Camelyn and the entire road journey except for a few chosen bits was obviously a time decision—I get it and I’m okay with it but I’m curious how Elayne, Gawayn and Galahad are all going to be introduced (please don’t make Mat encounter them by himself).   But this also means we haven’t met Elaida yet. 

I also know there’s a lot of changes that had to be made because of Mat’s actor… which I suppose I’m going to give them time to work this out in season 2.  I’m giving them the benefit of the doubt but again I really really don’t want to see Mat having a complete darkfriend arc. Let’s lean into the way that Rand is defending him and the fears that he might be able to channel—which I don’t think the show has ruled out for him.   This could be a very interesting thing to explore.

I’m also very curious as to where Rand is going.  The show seemed to imply that he’s headed towards the Aiel Waste…. Which okay. I’m going to read the entire series if i can before next season (because I’m also impatient about remembering what happens next). I’m not against the changes necessarily but instead find them interesting.  

To summarize: I think that for an adaptation of such a huge book series that spans 14 books and millions of words we’re doing a fantastic job.  The actors are all well cast and the show runners obviously love their story. There’s going to always be a few rough things or stuff that unexpectedly has to be worked around but so far we’re on the right track.  I’d recommend the series to anyone who enjoys long form storytelling and fantasy.

#wot meta #thoughts on season 1 #wheel of time #wheel of time spoilers #wot

[bisexualeliotspencer]

i want the hawkeye rant. give it to me Please.

Okay so this will not be coherent because my brain has ceased working as of like three weeks ago but I will do my best to summarise.

1. Comic Hawkeye

The first comics I properly read were the Hawkeye vs Deadpool mini run which I nicked from my brother. I instantly feel In love with the absolute disaster which was Clint Barton (and Kate. And Wade. But this isn’t about them). My friend and I then made our way through the Matt Fraction comics which was excellent and I loved everything about them.

The pages where Clint communicated through sign language were some of my favourite little details. Deadpool tugging up his mask to make lip reading easier and Clint forgetting to put his hearing aids in. Lucky’s mini adventures as he solved mysteries were also just incredible.

Clint being a complete and utter disaster with a string of exes who still care but also know he can’t commit for shit. His whole character shows how someone who can be literally Super Competent is Stil fundamentally a human being with a lot of issues. He gets distracted pouring coffee so his cup overfills, he’s plastered in paper stitches and plasters because he doesn’t have super healing or super strength, he can’t untangle his PlayStation cables so he calls Tony Stark.

Accidental dog acquisition? Check

Accidentally starting a war with the local mafia? Check

Buying out his entire apartment building with stolen mafia money he got at the same time as the dog? Check

I just really love Hawkeye especially the fraction and vs deadpool run and I was so excited to see this deaf chaotic disaster represented on screen.

2. MCU Clint

No.

Okay no I will explain further. (Below the cut cause this post got long)

In Thor and the Avengers we only had glimpses of Clint Barton. To be honest I was fine with him initially, as I read the comics a little bit after the avengers first came out. We saw bits, like Clint being intuitive and snippets of a personality bleeding through. When I went back I was disappointed by the omission of his deafness, but hey, we were young then and full of hope. Maybe they’d fix it in the next film.

And then

And fucking then

My least favourite marvel movie possibly ever: Age of Ultron.

Clint Barton, known commitment-phobe, is married with a whole secret family. This is when his character becomes completely diverged from his origin. Not only is he not deaf, but apparently he’s been hiding a committed relationship AND KIDS from everyone??? (I have a lot of AOU hate mainly about the fact none of them are friends but that’s a whole other conversation)

He’s in a total of 5 MCU films and in none of them do they try and connect with his story in more than a superficial capacity. He’s blonde, good with a bow and arrow, and he uhhh… is an avenger. Sometimes.

I’ve been watching the new Hawkeye tv series, and it’s enjoyable in the way that it’s a fair enough way to pass the time. I’m enjoying my baby pizza dog and the trick arrows were a fun gag (even if the CGI was terrible). But suddenly giving Clint a hearing aid with such significant hearing loss in a limited series just annoys me.

Like plot wise I understand the decisions being made in the series, like Clint not being fluent in sign language and relying on his hearing aid, but ugh I wish we could go back and scrub the J*ss Wh*don stain from Hawkeye and actually make him a likeable and interesting character from the start.

I actually have many more thoughts but I’m going to stop here cause oops this got long. I didn’t even mention Barney or the circus stuff but that would be in my version of the MCU or the LDMCU if you will (Lois Daydream Marvel Cinematic Universe)

#The LDU #Has been my nickname for all my made up (correct) versions of media for years #I have so many variations #The LDMCU #is one of the oldest #So much shit media out there to hyperfixate on #Not tagging cause I don't want to put hate into any tags #even if this is just my opinion/rant #but anyway I could talk for hours about this #I'm pretty sure I have talked for hours about this #lois speaks #Lois speaks the MCU #Anyway thanks for the outlet lmao #Maybe when all of hawkeye is out I'll do a review #anyway I hope you enjoy this rant lmaoo

[fighterkimburgess]

Fluff list number 46 for upstead please.

Me: I’m not gonna publish this yet. Also me: UGH IT’S TOO CUTE I HAVE TO.

Fluff prompt 46: “I don’t know if I want to yell at you or kiss you.” Inspired by posts from @burzekbrettsey and @gins-potter, because it’s too cute.

Want to join my taglist?

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“I don’t know if I want to yell at you or kiss you right now.” Hailey surveyed the destruction of their living room. She’d gone out with Kim for lunch for two hours, Adam and Jay convincing them that they could look after two toddlers together. Instead she’d returned home to their living room turned into a giant fort, the two men playing the floor is lava and getting the kids hyper.

“MAMA! LAVA MAMA!” Emily ran up to her mother, and Hailey lifted her easily, holding the two year old to her hip.

“I know baby, did Daddy make the floor lava?” Emily nodded, snuggling in for the mommy cuddles she wanted.

“I’ll get it sorted, Hails. C’mere a stórín, it’s nap time. We can play after your nap.” The fight had gone out of Emily, and Jay easily grabbed her and brought her to her room. Hailey put the coffee pot on, realising that if they were going to get it sorted, caffeine was essential. By the time she’d fixed two mugs Jay had the living room nearly fixed. The cushions were back on the sectional, and he’d rescued the pile of stuffed animals and put them back on the shelf. Hailey handed a mug over to him, an appreciative smile on his face.

“I mean it, Ruzek is more a toddler than Ems or Jake. Where does he get the energy?”

Hailey snorted a laugh. “Coming from the guy considering renting a dinosaur costume for his daughter’s second birthday because she was obsessed with Barney? Just face it, you and Ruzek are the fun dads, Kim and I reign you in when you go overboard.”

“Probably cause we didn’t have fun dads, you know? I don’t want Em ever doubting that she’s loved and we’d do anything for her. My Mom always did that, but Dad and I never saw eye to eye on anything. Even if we’re chalk and cheese I want to make sure she knows I love her.” Hailey leaned into Jay’s arm, comfort surging through the two of them.

“She knows. She’s a daddy’s girl through and through.” She reached up to kiss her husband’s cheek, nuzzling against the stubble that was there. “What did you call her when you were picking her up? Store-een?”

Jay sighed, taking a sip of his coffee before answering. “You know my family’s Irish Catholic, right?” Hailey let out a huff, the discussions around Greek Orthodox weddings and Catholic weddings still ringing in her ears.

“I don’t think I could ever forget the look of disapproval on Will’s face when we told him we’d decided on a secular wedding. Sometimes I think we only got Em baptised to keep him happy and make sure she could get into a decent school.”

“There’s worse reasons to do it. But my Mom, she was born in Ireland Irish. I’ve still got cousins in Clare, although I think most of them are in Dublin now. She moved here when she was 21, got a green card and met Dad. But when we were kids she’d always call us Irish names. She couldn’t speak the language, but she got us involved in everything. I’m pretty sure Will has a photo of us playing hurling as kids. Stórín basically means little dear, or close enough. I figured Ems won’t know her grandparents, but this gives her a bit of a connection to them.” When Hailey looked up at her husband, she could see his eyes were wet, and she reached up to kiss him.

“Your Mom would be so proud of her. She’d be proud of you too, you know? Passing the Sergeant’s exam, ready to take over the unit. I know she would be.”

Taglist: @blonde-freckles

#upstead #jay halstead x hailey upton #hailey upton x jay halstead #hailey upton #Jay Halstead #Cíara writes

[avenging-fandoms]

can you write a soft/angsty imagine of the reader taking back chris/steve or bucky/seb 🥺

‘hi sweetheart. i know you’re not speaking to me, but i just wanted to call and tell you once again i’m really.. really sorry. i should’ve told you where i was really going and not lied to you. please call me back, okay? bye honey’

you replayed the voicemail over and over, biting the tip of your thumb. you lock your phone and dip your head into your hands, rubbing your eyes with the base of your palms.

barney nudged his head against your hands, making you smile. you sit up and pet your golden retriever on his head, squishing his face. “you’d never lie to me, would you, barnes?” he looked up at you and you laid down, barney hopping up and laying neck to you. “do you think i should take him back, or listen to him? he lied to me. he said he was going to sebastian’s, but he went out to dinner with some girl. maybe she’s just a friend, he’s allowed to have girl friends. ugh, i don’t know, barney” you look at him, who licked your face. you smiled, kissing his head. “what would i do without you?”

you fed barney a piece of bacon and smile at him as you put the pieces on your plate. you turn off the burner and grab your mug of coffee and plate of breakfast food, sitting down at the table, excited for your breakfast for dinner.

you put on a tv show you needed to catch up on, eating your waffles and barney eating his dinner. you were over halfway through your dinner when you heard a knock on your door. barney stopped eating and barked, sniffing under the door. he hopped on his two front paws, and you knew he only did that when chris was around because he smelt dodger on him. 

barney sits next to the door with a happy wagging tail and you deeply sigh, opening the door and wanting to cry as chris stood in front of you. “hi” he smiled, barney jumping up and putting his paws on chris’s shoulders. “and hello to you too, what’s going on?” he laughed and you couldn’t help but smile as his laugh rang through your ears.

“down, barnes” he obeyed and you pointed to his bed, where you petted him as he walked to his bed and laid down. “what’s up?”

“can i come in?” he asked softly and you nod, opening the door more so he could step in. you closed the door and he spun on his heels. you pulled your sweater sleeves over your hands, crossing your arms over your chest. you kicked the air, rolling your lips between your teeth and smiling.

“i got your voicemail” chris turned around and sat on the couch, you following. “i’ll listen to you, chris. but you have to listen to me first” he nodded, taking off his coat and listening to you as you spoke, something you always loved about him. “you are absolutely allowed to have friends who are girls, absolutely. opposite sexes can be friends. but when you lie about it? that’s when i feel like something sneaky is happening behind my back and i had to find out through fucking tmz. no one likes tmz, and to see those pictures? it broke me. if you hadn’t lied, i wouldn’t have been mad and we wouldn’t have taken that month long break” you sigh, running a hand through your hair. “okay, your turn”

“i understand how you’re feeling, and i agree. opposite sexed can be friends, you and tom are friends. i didn’t lie because i was doing something sneaky. well, i kind of was” your eyes nearly bug out of your head and he smirks, reaching into his jacket pocket. “i contacted one of my old friends who made jewelery, and she had this made”

chris holds under your hand and you open your palm, chris dropping a ring on your palm. you smile, admiring it and biting your lip softly. “chris..”

“on the inside, it has our initials and the anniversary date of when we started dating 2 years ago. i promise you, sweetheart, i am so goddamn in love with you. every time someone asks about my future wedding, i see you at the end of the aisle. when they ask about my dream home, i see you on the front steps with dodger and barney running around the yard. all of my future, i see you” you chuckle, blinking and wiping away your tears. you look at chris, sniffling. “i’m really, really sorry i lied to you. i didn’t know how you felt about girl friends, and now that i know, i’ll be honest”

“you can always be honest with me, honey. i forgive you” you smile, holding his face and he smiles.

“can i kiss you?” he whispers as he slides the ring on your finger, and you smile and nod. he leans forward, closing the gap and connecting your lips. a long 4 weeks, a whole month, without touching, seeing, or even talking to him.

you heard the tapping of barney’s nails and look at him, where he stole a piece of bacon off of your plate on the table. “hey, barnes!” you scold and chris laughs into your neck, making you giggle, barney panting and barking.

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #chris evans x y/n #chris evans imagine #chris evans imagines #chris evans blurb #chris evans blurbs #chris evans fluff #fluff #captain america #steve rogers #andy barber #frank adler #ransom drysdale #ransom thrombey #knives out

[ranty-ramblestein]

(captions~) I had fun making the orange-themed art gallery! (So glad the orange wall allows windows~)

I had a thought during Naomi’s build that I really liked the -50% variant of the Tabletop POP Display for use as placards, but I didn’t want to imply that the art was being sold, so...

I used that as inspo for making my own, complete with meaningly scribbles, like what some of the other variants (and other items in general) have!

I really fell in love with the first Placard design that worked for the displays (I adore the first scribble~), but they were way too big to be placed on the wall with stickers (based on the placards I’ve seen in art museums in the past!), so I made a smaller one!

I immediately made up scribbles for it before placing it... and realizing it looked weird if I placed it under the art work, because I placed it in the dead center.  So I painstakingly recreated the design at the top row, skipping the scribble step until I tested it, realized it needed to be moved down a couple rows... before finally looking at the design tools and realizing there was a ‘drag design’ feature that I could’ve used before, ugh!

Well, that made it easier for me to test how many rows down I wanted the design, but two rows down turned out to be the perfect spot.  After that it was just smooth sailing~

(Don’t ask why the receptionist has a dung beetle pet that she brought to the gallery...)

As expected, there’s more images below the cut, buuut...

I originally had this as the very last image under the cut, since that’s when I uploaded these designs in-game, but I figured putting it before the cut would ensure some of those acnh design compilation blogs reblog this, heh! For said blogs: Please refer to the 7th image for the proper use of these placards! (Well, I can’t imagine them being used as polish, anyway, lol)

pic 1: Freestyle usually means I'm gonna focus on items at the top of the alphabet, lol. pic 2: As usual, there was also orange lights~ pic 3: So, uh, I /really/ like the -50% variant of this item, but these aren't for sale, so I made a design with the fake scribbles from the other variants! pic 4: This totally surprised me! pic 5: This seemed like an obvious choice! pic 6: The Healing Music drove me insane once again, so the Art Gallery got a music player~ pic 7: I made a smaller one for the stickers!  I made sure to get a picture that had an example of both uses!  (sadly Placard S looks weird if I lower it to reach the clamps :(  ) pic 8: This was the first exhibit I ever thought of, so making it cursed was perfect.  An animal /will/ sit in here and /will/ be cursed! pic 9: And the Throne is kept sparkling clean, of course pic 10: The orange boob joke turned out perfectly, lol.  And I love how those sofas look when turned!  Everytime I see chairs like that I remember a Barney episode with a chair like that.

The base of the roman statue or whatever is actually a bit bigger than expected, forcing the the placard to be further in front than looks normal, so I might give it a small Placard to put on the wall to it’s left?

Butch is judging...

So, uh, my Dad was watching when I finished and this played... I couldn’t stop laughing to see his face!

That’d be great, but also consider: I want the dots and stripes profile decorations unlocked already!!

“Oh, then how about...”

Coff/e, deserves an Art/e, don’t cha think?

#Animal Crossing #Animal Crossing: New Horizons #ACNH: Happy Home Paradise #Island Man Croissant #acnh qr

[indigobackfire]

26 and 30 for aspen and Diego!! -thimblerigshuffle

Thanks @thimblerigshuffle <3 <3

30) Who is embarrassed when they have to wear their glasses and who thinks they look super cute?

Aspen would definitely be embarrassed because she most certainly spent several years mocking Indigo and her glasses lovingly ofc. But then Diego would be all loving brushing her hair behind her ear, going "What's the shame in wanting to see the world clearer?" "Don't worry, we'll still be kissing eyes closed."

26) Who kissed first?

Aspen kissed Diego first. Given this opportunity, I'll try and write it 🙈 (damn is longer than I intended oops) (takes place in y6 during winter).

“Blimey, it’s dreich out here! Is this really a good idea?” Aspen asks.

Diego marches through the crisp cold air of the training grounds with confidence and excitement as if he was under the spring sun, not even his thick sweaters seemed to limit his movement. Aspen on the other hand kept her steps short on the sheet of snow and herself retracted under her two layers of sweatshirts and her chunkiest Slytherin scarf.

“Have I ever had a bad idea? Don’t answer.”

“Ya ken we can use the dueling club room.”

“It’s occupied.”

“Ugh! What about the Dragon Club?”

“They don’t appreciate my dueling very much over there since Indigo and I smashed the place. We apologized, fixed the mess up, but they’re not the most forgiving kind, unfortunately.” He turns around and holds a stance, signaling for her to stay in place, about three meters apart. “Besides, I want to duel you here!”

“But why!? It’s like two degrees right now!”

“You think a dark wizard would invite you in for a fight? ‘Oh, please, the weather is dreadful, let’s move this inside.’ I want you to get used to dueling under adverse circumstances. And with that attitude, I can’t help but wonder, are you even a Scotswoman?”

“Wow, now you—” She unwraps her scarf letting it loose around her neck, if he hadn’t such a pretty face she would’ve walked straight to him and shoved her wand in his eye. “Now you’ve offended my honour!”

“Ready your wand then!”

But Aspen wasn’t prepared, he shoots an Incendio that misses her for a hair’s distance.

“Diego!”

He smirks opening his arms. “Thought you might want a little heat.”

She shouts an Immobulus his way, but he ducks and sends an Expelliarmus making her wand fly over her head, falling behind her. Now, if she could stop and focus on something instead of her numb fingers or how her nose felt like it was about to fall off, she would’ve remembered his lesson on how to act in case a wand was lost, but her mind was still reacting to her body and instead of lowering to the ground, she tries to go after it on foot… on a straight line. He only gives her the time to pick her wand up before shouting, “Stupefy!”

She falls hard on her back and is left too embarrassed and angry to even get up. He walks to her. “What have I told you about turning your back to your opponent, Aspenita?”

“Is the duellers worst sin.”

“I even gave you a leeway, in a serious duel you wouldn’t even have time to process where the spell came from, you would be dead or worse.”

“Or worse…” She sits up. “Ah, great, my trousers are soaked! And my hair full of grass.”

“That’s what you get for not paying attention.”

She rolls her eyes. “Oh, ugh—”

He furrows. “What’s wrong?”

“Uh, I think... ah, could ye…” And as he gets nearer, she pulls him by the ankle dropping him to the ground on his stomach. She’s cackling. “A new dueling rule for your playbook, Dieguito!”

He makes a both perplexed and impressed face to her, and as he kneels to try and advance towards her, she throws herself over him to get him back down, and with the weight of her torso, holding his arms back by his wrists, manages to keep him down.

“Does the snow feel good?” She says between teeth, pressing him down on the icy grass with her own body.

He struggles to free his wrists from her grip. “When did you get that strong?”

“Barnaby’s my best friend… or was, ah dinnae ken. I might’ve lost a couple of brain cells, but at least I put on some muscle. By seventh year I’ll be just as ripped.”

“Has Indigo and him… resolved their issues? Whatever they are.”

Aspen crosses her fingers and rests her chin on his chest, she can feel his heartbeat under her hands. “He refuses to tell me what’s wrong and she’s out acting like everything’s fine when it’s not. So no, they haven’t resolved a thing.”

“Barnaby still shows up for our fortnightly training but he’s usually quiet. Very strange for Barnaby, but on the other side, he’s never had a better performance before.”

“It breaks my heart to see them apart…If there was a pair that made me believe in true love, it was them.”

“Then there’s Phoenix and Ismelda—”

She holds his face. “Now, you stop. It’s frustrating enough the stuff with Indie and Barney, and now there’s also those two idiots—”

He holds her hands away from his face. “Ugh, your hands feel like ice needles!”

“And how are yours warm!? Bastard!”

He laughs making his chest vibrate against hers. “I’m always pipping hot, dear.”

“Blergh!”

Still holding her hands, he nears it to his mouth and blows hot breaths on them, her eyes focused on the plump of his lips, all the while her stomach flutters with snowflake-like butterflies. “And what about you?”

She blinks. “What about me?”

“Your relative’s hearts are breaking like glass, but how’s yours?”

She swallows hard. “You really asking me this? Seriously?”

He holds her hands against his lips, his voice comes as if a whisper. “I wanna know if I still hold possession of your heart.”

She drops her head to his chest. “I don’t wanna give you something you can’t hold… but it’s not like you don’t already have it.”

“Indigo asked patience of me and I’m attending to her request cause I too want what’s best for you. I’m still earning her trust in this regard. You’re too young and I might’ve not given the best examples in the past.”

“Too young my arse! You’re barely two years older.” She scoops up until they’re nose to nose, and the air in Diego’s lungs feels rarer. “I’m no bairn, Diego, I ken I want to be with ye, why isn’t that enough?”

“I love you too much to screw this up with haste.”

She opens up a smile with joy blossoming in her chest. “You… you love me?”

“Why you think I haven’t even looked the way of another girl? I’ll wait for you, the time I have to wait. Because there’ll come a time it won’t be an option to wait, we both know that.”

At the same time the weight of the world left her shoulders, a hot burden grew in her chest — laying as they were, even encapsulated in freezing air and with soaked bottoms, she couldn’t stop her blushing cheeks, the redness spreading to her whole face, speechless, leaving Diego to wonder if she was okay.

But before he could ask, she presses her lips against his and he doesn’t feel like breathing anymore or existing beyond the encounter of their mouths. He takes her scarf in handfuls and opens his mouth for her tongue, mindless about her still freezing hands on his neck. The kiss isn’t sloppy but is desperate, considering how long their wait had been, every second of it had to be made up for in this right moment.

It’s her to pull away first with burning lungs while he fishes for another and another feel of her lips — she still had a lot to learn about kissing with passion and he’d be more than willing to teach her. She stops for a moment to admire the redness her kiss left on his lips and smirks.

“You might be patient, but I’m sorry, I couldn’t wait to do this.”

He runs his thumb over her lips, tracing her skin discolorations. “Who am I to deny you of your wishes?” His stare makes her feel as if she won’t ever be as solid as she is under his eyes. “Aspen, you have me, my kisses and my victories and my dreams and all my love. I’m all yours.”

She gives him another soft kiss. “And I’m no different.”

He smiles. “And I don’t wanna ruin our moment, but I’ll get a frostbite on my buttcheeks if I don’t get up now.”

“Oh, sorry, love.” She releases him and helps him up. She looks around the training grounds, empty unless for the training dummies on the corner white with frost. She chuckles. “Damn, we didn’t duel at all.”

“I’ll make an exception just today, cause I feel like my ass is about to fall off and because I won’t be able to stupefy this pretty face. For today.”

She wraps an arm around his waist as they make their way back inside. “Perhaps I better find myself a new dueling partner…”

He looks down at her with a smile. “Never.”

#flash fic #aspen×diego #aspen samwise #diego caplan #yes she tops guys #this is her as a teen bc as an adult she's out choking him xD #but sexy #hphm diego #ask game

[myblueeyedbuggers]

My Boys

Chapter 10

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14

Pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers (best friend) Reader x Bucky Barnes

Word Count:1843

Warnings: Slow Start, Language.

Summary: After being abandoned by her parents in Brooklyn in 1929, y/n makes a living for herself by working for the Црни лабуд gang until she meets two boys in a back alley and her life slowing begins to change.

Annnddd I’m back! so I know it’s been a while since the last update and I just wanna thank you all for having patience with me while I finished up with college, just a warning this chapter may feel a little awkward to read due to me just getting back into my writing mind so apologises in advance for this one. Anyways I’ll quit blabbering, Enjoy everyone! :)

This was my day of reckoning, my punishment for all the bad deeds I’d done over the past couple of years…I was finally being sent to school. Okay maybe that was a tad dramatic, but can you blame me? I mean who wants to be trapped in a building against their will for 7 hours straight learning about dead guys?! No sane person would willingly agree to that crap!

I’ve tried just about everything to avoid my approaching doom, hell I even went as far as hiding in the basement surrounded by cobwebs to try and get out of this, but as per usual neither Steve or Bucky took mercy on me, hence why in currently trapped between the two. “You are aware I’m perfectly capable of walkin’ by myself aren’t ya? The looping of the arms is not needed boys” I swear down these two are being more annoying than usual, and I didn’t think that was humanly possible cause these two are basically the living embodiment of annoyance. Steve turned and raised his eyebrows at me, shaking his head as he let out a small laugh, “Yeah there’s absolutely no way I’m fallin’ for that again, last time that happened it look me and Buck an hour to get you outta that tree”. Ah crap there goes that plan.

I’m pretty sure the noise I made wasn’t even human, it was a mix between a seal and a possessed monkey “I’m not gonna get outta this am I?” “Nope” and que another frustrated groan. “Is this payback for the time I placed that bucket of flour above your bedroom door and watched the both of you turn into ghosts? If it is then I want you to know I regret nothin’” both of them stopped and glared at me, for some reason they didn’t find that as funny as I did, and I have no idea why. Okay whatever you do y/n don’t laugh, even if Steve’s face looks like a slapped arse don’t laugh! A snicker slipped past my lips and a few seconds later I was full on laughin’.  Goddamn it.

Both of em just let out a bunch of sighs and started draggin’ my butt along the street, wait there’s somethin’ I haven’t tried yet…in hindsight this is completely stupid but screw it. “OH MY GOD LOOK A SPACESHIP!” I’m pretty sure poor Bucky jumped outta his skin, Steve ended up trippin’ up and falling down, I’ll admit that I felt bad about but hey may plan worked! So why am I still standin’ there?… maybe we try this thing called running y/n! I quickly pulled my arm away from Bucky and used my new-found freedom to run in the opposite direction of them, I could hear the shouts of protest from the both of them, so I decided to kindly ignore them and absolutely leg it.  “GODAMMN IT Y/N! THIS IS THE FIFTH TIME THIS MORNIN’!” when were the boys gonna catch on that I didn’t wanna go? Do I need to prepare a firework show and blast it in their faces or somethin’…probably.  

I know I probably shouldn’t be smiling, but the feeling of the wind flowing through my hair as my feet hit the ground made me feel free, after so many years I could finally begin acting my age and enjoy my childhood. I finally felt content with my life, which is probably the opposite of what I should be feeling at this moment in time, considering I was currently making my grand escape. And to completely honest I’ve got no bloody clue as to where I am. I glanced behind me to see where the hell those idiots were, to my surprise Steve was directly behind me, Buck was somewhere in the back holdin’ his knee and I’m guessing the daft sod decked it. Why am I not surprised? Okay maybe I should of kept my mouth shut cause literally a second later my foot tripped over a rock and, you guessed correctly, I landed on my ass for the thousandth time!

“Sh*t! Cr*p! B*lls! That f**king hurt!” and that ladies and gentlemen is my fine command of the queens English, a groan of pain made me loose my train of thought as I turned my head to Steve, to put it simply he was laid flat on his back with his eye closed. Well there’s the rush of guilt I’ve been waiting for, “Sh*t Steve I’m sorry, you okay down there tough guy?” I quickly offered him my hand to help him up, I mean it’s the least I could do. Steve’s hand grabbed mine, a not so quiet grunt of pain made me feel even worse, quick question why am I such an assh*le at times? “Yeah, I’m fine y/n, don’t worry about it you know for a fact I’ve had worse” a quiet sigh left my lips as I brought him in for a hug, which was a tiny bit awkward due to the height difference. Once we pulled away from each other, I couldn’t supress the need to check him for anymore injuries, much to Steve’s embarrassment and Bucky’s amusement, “Jesus I’m gonna have to start wrapping ya up in blankets and pillows, Steve how the hell did you manage to get a bruise on your ear?!”

The sudden gasp behind me pretty much answered the question for me, it’s safe to say barney boy is in trouble…for the first in my life Bucky looks pretty f**king terrified of me, perfect. Slowly I started inching towards him, the glare I was sending him would probably make a demon cry for his mum…so yeah imma go kill the boy. I didn’t even have to say anything, he just started runnin’, “IT’S NOT MY FAULT HE STOLE MY FR**KING PUDDIN’ AND THE PUNK KNOWS I LOVE MY PUDDIN!’” YEP DEFINITELY KILLIN’ HIM “HE IS A SMALL AND GENTLE BOY HOW IN THE NAME OF HELL CAN YOU EVEN THINK OF LAYIN’ A HAND ON ‘IM?!” god this sounds like a bleeding soap opera.

 At this point I wouldn’t be surprised of someone called the cops on us, all everyone woulda seen was a big lad runnin’ for his life as a small lass tried to murder him while a smaller lad ran after the pair yellin’ for em to quit it.  Now that I think about, that’s actually hilarious. Wait, where was I? ah yes the murdering of one James Barnes…okay that is not a normal sentence I am aware. “HE.STOLE.MY.PUDDIN’! THAT A CRIME WORTHY OF DEATH!” oh for f**ksake “HOW THE HELL DO YA KNOW IT WAS HIM?! DID YOU NOT THINK IT COULDA BE BECCA?!” I think he made a sudden realisation, cause the dumbass stopped running and BOOM I was on the freakin’ floor. Again. We both groaned, mine was mostly in annoyance more than anything, but seriously the bloody floor is quickly becoming me best mate! “…. It just dawned on me that that could be a possibility…” if my neck twisted any quicker I’m 100% sure that I’d end up doin’ that weird owl thing “Oh now you realise?! Ya gonna say sorry to Steve or not?” a few seconds of silence gave me my answer. “Don’t give me that look y/n! I ain’t doing s**t till I’ve got some evidence so he’s still under my list of suspects!” oh my Jesus Christ this is gonna be the day I get arrested for murder isn’t it?

“Barnaby…you have exactly five seconds to run for your life so I highly recommend you get your affairs in order and kiss ya ass goodbye” oh hey look at that I didn’t yell at him! Well done me I’m so proud! “could you two quit trying to kill each other for 5 minutes?! We’re already late enough as is it and I ain’t explainin’ to the teacher why Buck’s outta it on the floor!” my f**kin god Steve just yelled! At me! why do I never have a camera when this s**t happens?  “Jeez, alright I’ll murder him later, calm your damn t*ts Rogers” and cue the sound of barely contained frustration in 3,2,1….

“I’m beginning to get the feelin’ that you don’t like me y/n” oh really? I wonder what gave that away “wow you catch on quickly don’t ya Barnaby?” by the looks of things I’m really doing wonders for his ego, buck’s head looks like it’s gotten smaller so the risk of him turning into a hot air balloon’s gone down. The feeling of a pair of eyes glaring at the back of my head once again reminded me that the blonde boy was quickly getting tired of our crap, my worst fears were confirmed once I met Steve’s surprisingly intimidating glare…how he manages to be both adorable and beyond f**king terrifying is a mystery to me. “Okay I’m comin’ just stop staring at me like I just murdered your kitten!” and the little s**t has the nerve to smirk and look pleased with himself, ugh he’s been hanging ‘round me and Bucky too long that’s for sure.

“Ya know Buck and you are gonna be the death of me” right do I be offended or pleased with that statement? “actually, if anything it’s gonna be the pair of you that send me to an early grave cause god knows the both of ya don’t know how to stay outta trouble” two muffled sounds of protest came from my left and from behind me, “what’s that supposed to mean?!” once again the point has been missed “do you really wanna know the answer to that? I’ve got my report and presentation ready on how you two are a pair of numpties”.

Maybe that was a tad harsh…okay wait never mind it seems I’ve learned how to fly again with the assistance of one James Buchannan Barnes. “this is coming from the girl who can’t walk five feet without fallin’ over somethin’?” as much as I hate to admit it the walking embodiment of frustration and annoyance has a point “what you call fallin’ I call floor hugs, now how about you pUT ME DOWN FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!” wait when did Steve walk off? See this is what happens when an overgrown ape demands attention. I don’t even have to look at Buck to know he’s givin’ me that look that says, “what the hell?” and “I’m not surprised by this” at the same time, “Nah I don’t think that’s gonna happen doll” the temptation to kick ‘im where the sun doesn’t shine is too much to bare for me at this point. “And you wonder why I love Steve more that you” Buck’s face kinda looked like someone just shoved a whole lemon in his mouth, I’m almost certain that he woulda dropped me on my ass if it wasn’t for the fact that Steve came over and dragged us both through the gates of hell.

This is gonna be so much fun!……said no-one ever.  

Okay…maybe it didn’t suck as much a thought it did, hopefully my skills as a writer will come back for the next couple of chapters XD Thanks for reading ! :)

Rose xxx

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[shield-agent78]

Moments With You

Title: Moments with You (Part 3 of 5 )

Parring: Scott Summers x mutant! Reader, Anna/mutant! Reader, Bucky/mutant! Reader, Steve/mutant! Reader, Natasha/ mutant! Reader, Scot Summers/Anna

Rated: Mature

Warnings: angst, stress, anxiety, a cuss word  

Summary: Both you and Scott Summers yearn for a beautiful remembrance that cannot be reached. Scott, in the form of Jean Gray, and you in wanting Scott to move on with his life and realize that love can be found again. 

Word Count: 1061

Square Filled: Time Travel for Avengers Bingo @avengersbingo​, K2 It’s not your fault for Bucky Bingo @buckybarnesbingo​, First Time for Star Spangled Bingo @star-spangled-bingo​, Even though that’s dripping with sarcasm and definitely isn’t genuine, I’m going to take it  for Black Window Bingo @blackwidowbingo​

For: Continue work on Annie’s 500 Kitties Writing Challenge /Annie’s1st Writing Challenge, Arrows and Mixtapes Better Than TwilightWC prompt is:  I Don’t know what happened….You love him 

A/N:  Words/inspiration taken from the song Moments by Ayumi Hamasaki are noted in bold.

Catch up here: Part 2

Scott walks away, after watching y/n weave through the crowd of cadets.  As promised, he waited at Joy’s until midnight. Y/N runs into the rustic gaudy bar glancing around. Maurice looks sad from behind the counter. “You’ve just missed him. You’re Y/N right?”   

“Where did he go? I have to talk to him. Please.” Maurice shrugs. 

“I dunno it looked important. He said to give you this if you came, it’s his number.” He hands over a napkin. She takes the napkin running outside in the darkness. Only the dusk to dawn lamp illuminates the almost vacant gravel lot.

 Y/N pulls her cell from her pocket calling Scott immediately. It doesn’t go through. “This number is currently unreachable.” 

“Shit… Pick up, pick up, pick up,” she mutters as she waits. Scott’s voicemail picks up. 

“You’ve reached the inbox of Scott Summers, leave a message.”

“Scott I..ugh..I’m here. I’m here.” The strain of the evening is apparent in her voice as she unlocks Natasha’s car and slides into the driver’s seat hanging up the phone. She stares out into the darkness not sure which way to turn the car. She has no idea which direction he has gone. “Dammit, Summers where are you?” Tears begin to slide down her cheeks as frustration and sadness engulfs her. For the first time, she allows herself to feel the pain of the broken pieces of a dream.  Y/N turns the car into the direction of the compound. Each passing moment leaves her more confused than before. 

The next day as Y/N is hurrying to training, the television in the commons catches her eye halting her steps. She places her hands onto the back of the brown leather sofa and leans forward. Her grip tightens as her fingertips dig into the back of the soft leather. ‘As you can see from the footage the bomb destroyed most of the city block. It is suspected that this mutant attack is a calling card for the notorious Magnito but this is still unknown at the time. However, I can report that the X-Men are on scene.’ 

“Can you tell us which X-men are present Gwen?” 

“As you see behind me.. Logan! Logan, can I talk to you for a moment.” An exhausted Logan comes into view and y/n cranes her neck over the gathering cadets. It is reported that Cyclopes as well are on scene and….” There is silence for a moment as the camera pans to catch the reporter running towards Logan but he invades her.

Her mind races. Y/n doesn’t wait for the rest of the report. She turns on the ball of her foot and runs down the hallway to Steve’s office her heart is pounding as she skids to a stop knocking rapidly upon his door with a flat palm. 

“Y/N?” he asks puzzled? Steve scans  her face noticing the worry in her eyes. ”Sit down what’s wrong?”

“France and the bombing I want to help. What is the latest intel?”  She tightens her ponytail and bounces lightly in the balls of her feet. A nervous habit she formed years ago. 

“You don’t have the clearance. It’s being handled you know.” He sits down leaning forward in his chair watching her movements. 

“ I need to get to France now,” Y/N demands. She crosses her arms over her chest while staring into Steve’s face. 

“That’s impossible.” He states firmly. 

“Steve come on!” Y/N snaps. “My friends are there. Scott is there and dammit I don’t know what happened but I have to go to France now. 

“You love him.” She gives him a look of disbelief. “What? You wouldn’t be fighting with me so strongly if you didn’t.” 

“You don’t have a clue what you are talking about.”   

“There is a first time for everything,” he retorts, glancing at the clock in his wall behind her. “Aren’t you going to be late for class?” She knows this is a battle she can’t win, at least with him. Y/N walks out without another word. 

Y/N skips class for the rest of the day her mind focused on the news reports. 

It’s only every couple of days he texts but each ends in the same way. "You can chose stay with SHIELD or meet me in Joy’s cafe at 11." 

Every day that there is a text she is at Joy’s waiting on him at 11. She never leaves before 12 and each time Y/N sends a text back. “Joys at 11. I’m waiting.” 

Maurice gets to know her by name and her drink order arrives before she can even sit down. 

The tv in the corner plays the ballgame as y/n orders another shot. Bucky and Natasha have decided to come with her this evening, just for support. 

“It’s not your fault, you know. It’s kind of both of your and his fault. Relationships are complicated,” Bucky states plainly taking a sip of his ale. Y/n continues brooding over her tequila, downs her shot and glares at him with narrowed eyes. 

Natasha places her glass of red wine back down onto the napkin. “Y/N, let me ask you a question. If you could be by his side right now would you? Has he let Jean go where you two can be happy? That’s the problem you two have and you both are in love with each other.” 

“Of course I would,” Y/N snaps at her mostly out of pain from being separated from Scott. “If I could time I would offer my wing to help his wounded back but I cant fuckin’ time travel. I...we need to talk. It’s complicated, even more than Bucky.” Bucky chuckles at the tipsy remark. 

“Even though that’s dripping with sarcasm and definitely isn’t genuine, I’m going to take it,” Natasha remarks, picking up her wine again. 

Y/N glances at the time on her phone, pulls the transponder from her bag and sends a text. ‘Where are you? Scott, please tell me.’ Within moments she gets a reply. 

"I'm in France. Why didn't you come?”

She looks at the end of the bar then back to the transponder. “If I find a way I will be there. Be safe. Watch your six.  I’ll meet you at Joy’s 11:00.” 

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[pascalls]

Huzzah! A romance prompt:

Hot Chocolate

I finally wrote something for this and it’s so dumb but I hope you all enjoy it. Featuring Charlie, Sam the Barfly, and Moe (and also Barney a little bit). 

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With the taste of malt liquor stale on his tongue, Charlie found himself coming back to consciousness, a musky scent filling his nose and making him want to gag. The greasy floor he was laying on was hard and uncomfortable, having left his bones aching and his back feeling like he’d just been hit by a car. His eyes opened, despite his brain not wanting to, and for once, he was thankful that the lighting in Moe’s was subpar, at best. The dusty interior was not an aggravated assault on the senses, but still, he would have liked to have woken up in a bed instead of on the hard tile. 

“Ugh… What time is it,” he groaned, not yet sitting up, but at least trying to peer over to where Moe was hovering, lazily wiping down the bar top with an overused rag. There was no way it was morning yet. Or, at least, it wasn’t past sunrise. Otherwise Moe would be pouring vodka into his bowl of Froot Loops. It didn’t seem like he’d gone to bed yet. 

“Two-thirty,” the bartender responded. He didn’t seem very bothered by the fact that Charlie had passed out on the floor. Not like it was the first time. As of late, the hybrid had a bad habit of finding some kind of substance, chasing it with his body weight in whiskey, and then promptly falling asleep before he could make it back to the reverend’s. “You slept with Barney.”

“I what-?!” Charlie exclaimed, pushing himself up, only to whack his head on the underside of the table he’d holed up under. His ears rang and he groaned again, reaching up to rub at his scalp. Ow.

“Oh. Hah. Sorry. I meant you fell asleep under the table next to Barney.”

Charlie glanced over to see that Moe was correct. Barney had somehow rolled off the bar stool he’d been sitting on a few hours prior, passing out unceremoniously underneath the large circular table that was neighbor to Charlie’s. The hybrid muttered to himself before eventually crawling out from under his sleeping spot, making his way over to the bar to sit and glaring at Moe. 

“Don’t ever scare me like that ever again.”

They weren’t alone. While Barney had opted for a nap, Charlie recognized a few others still lingering in the wee hours of the morning. He assumed both Lenny and Carl had staggered home not too long ago, but both Larry and Sam remained, neither seeming to be very invested in their own consciousness. As was the usual. Charlie’s stare lingered for just a moment before Moe was pulling his attention back. 

“You wanna nightcap?” He asked, already in the process of grabbing a nearby bottle which Charlie quickly refused. His stomach was churning a bit from his previous binge. He didn’t need to lose everything he’d eaten during the day on top of his splitting headache and exhaustion. 

“No, m’fine. I should probably… go before somebody gets on my ass about not being where I need to be.” 

“Alright, but you better not be drivin’.” Moe pointed at the hybrid with a squint; one that Charlie returned in kind.

“I don’t have a car.” 

“I figured you’d steal one.”

“Why the hell would I do that?”

“Because that’s what I’d do.”

Rolling his eyes, Charlie scooted off the stool and made his way to the door, passing the other two men briefly and giving them a passing wave. He’d talked to the pair once or twice. They were wordier when they were drunk, but only just so. And somewhere in the back of his mind, Charlie reminded himself, that Sam knew a little more about Charlie by pure happenstance. Thankfully, he’d remained fairly quiet about that too. 

Swinging open the door, Charlie took a few steps outside before he realized - a little too late - that rain was coming down fairly heavily. There was no wind to carry it in one direction or another, the drops simply pouring onto the pavement and soaking Charlie entirely. The hybrid stared dully into the distance. This might as well happen. 

He didn’t move from where he was, just sort of standing there on the sidewalk and feeling his clothes get more and more soaked through. His brain didn’t seem to think that was much of an issue, but his feet refused to carry him in the direction of home. Instead, he continued to stare into nothingness, exhaustion - and a sudden heavy veil of listlessness - keeping him rooted to the spot. Somewhere along the line, he began to realize that his temperature was dropping. That was probably not good. He’d have to fix that before long.

“...You’re gettin’ all wet.”

The voice pulled him back to the present, turning and noticing that Sam and Larry had finally made their way out of Moe’s, presumably to retire for the night before they too passed out next to Barney. Larry was already walking away, his jacket collar pulled up in a fruitless effort to protect him from the rain. Sam, on the other hand, at least had an umbrella keeping him dry as he stared at Charlie with some manner of concern. 

“...Uh. Yeah. I guess I am,” Charlie replied, blinking once or twice and then glancing down at himself. Hm. Well. Yeah. He was wet. Wow.

Sam glanced around briefly before taking a few steps over and placing the umbrella over the both of them. As he spoke, his words slurred, but Charlie didn’t notice over his own foggy state of mind. “You’re not some kinda marine iguana or somethin’ right? I think they like water. Saw it on uh… Mm… That… science… channel once.”

“National Geographic?” Charlie asked, tilting his head slightly.

“Nah…” Sam replied. “ESPN 2.”

The hybrid snorted in amusement. “No. I’m not a marine iguana. I’m just… really drunk, I think.” Among other things. He’d taken some mixture of pills that he would not recommend to anyone else. But they would make their way out of his system eventually. “Uh… Thanks. For the…” He gestured to the umbrella. 

“Honestly, this weather ain’t great for walking. Y’think Moe’s got anything to eat in there?”

Charlie seemed to give that some thought. It was already the middle of the night. And if Lovejoy wasn’t blowing up his phone by now, the chances of him noticing any time before sunrise was slim. He hummed a little under his breath before shrugging. It was probably best he filled his stomach with something other than booze and pills. 

“Let’s ask.”

Sam didn’t need much convincing himself before he moved to keep them marginally dry as they wandered back into the bar. Moe had been in the process of trying to roll Barney over with a broom so he could sweep up underneath him, but glanced up when the door opened again. Charlie shook the water from himself as best as he could, but it was to little avail. He’d probably just need to wait until he was dry.

Closing the umbrella, Sam tossed it against the wall near the door and settled himself back on the stool where he’d been before, Charlie scooting up and onto the one next to him. As long as Barney was passed out, the hybrid took some time to pull off his mask and other effects which were fairly soaked through, placing them on the stool next to him and breathing out a little sigh. Moe had seen him a few times by now. It seemed like more and more people knew what he looked like as time went on. At that particular moment, he couldn’t find it in him to care.

“Tell me you’ve got something to eat,” Charlie asked as Moe drifted back over, looking over the rain-soaked man with some scrutiny. 

“I’ve got uh… Probably some Spam sitting around somewhere. Lemme look.”

“I’m having a hard time turning that down.” Charlie wasn’t going to be picky. And apparently, neither was Sam, as the man said nothing.

Moe disappeared in the back room for a time, clattering around among his shelves and god knew what else. Charlie watched as a roach slid out from the doorway and promptly disappeared into the nearest electrical socket. There was a little buzz, a hiss, and the roach did not re-emerge. The hybrid assumed that whatever it saw in the back room was heinous enough for the little bug to end it all.

“Well lookee here!” Moe proclaimed as he re-emerged, holding a half-empty jug of milk and a bottle of chocolate syrup that looked like it came from the 70’s. “It ain’t Spam, but it’s somethin’, huh? Check this out.”

“Chocolate milk?” Sam asked, staring at the bartender. 

“Nah. Even better.” Moe brought over the ingredients, pouring the milk into a few glasses and squirting the chocolate… syrup (it looked more like sauce at this point) into it soon after. He then held up each mug in turn, using a lighter to heat up the bottom of the glass before plopping a few stale marshmallow Peeps that were sad and dull from their time spent hidden somewhere in the cabinets beneath the bar. Presumably from Easter. ...This past Easter, hopefully.

Pleased with himself, Moe offered two of the glasses to Charlie and Sam who stared at the brown concoction that was making short work of dissolving those Peeps into rainbow mush that floated at the top of the layer of milk. “See? Hot cocoa! PERFECT for them rainy days like this one.” As if to sell the mixture, he took a long swig of his own, choking back the drink with a few hacked coughs and then offering his two patrons a grimacing smile. “Eh? EH?!”

Charlie squinted down at his own before coming to the conclusion that… he really didn’t even care what he put into his own body at this point. And the chocolate DID smell at least a little enticing. So with a little glance at Sam and a shrug, he upended his own into his mouth. It was not great. In fact, one might even say that it was terrible. The milk was absolutely close to spoiling, if not already spoiled, and the Peeps floated around in his mouth in chunky bits. But he downed the drink dutifully. It was warm, if nothing else. And it’d keep him from drifting off into a hypothermic coma. 

“...It’s great, Moe,” Charlie replied once he was able to say anything about it at all. A blatant lie, but the bartender was content with the review. The hybrid just hoped he wouldn’t put it on his ‘menu’ as a permanent addition. 

“Uh… yeah. Really… great.” Sam added, having had a bit of a harder time with his own, but he too didn’t find it very necessary to spoil Moe’s spirits. But the two shared a knowing glance, watching as Moe, triumphant that he’d created something worthwhile for once in his life, scurried off to write down his ‘recipe’. 

Charlie pushed his empty glass away, poking his tongue out a little in disgust. Egh. “We can never tell him.”

Sam did the same with his own, wishing that he’d just ordered another beer instead. “...Yeah, I’m on board with that.” 

“And so the pact is sealed,” Charlie joked, reaching up with a hand to offer his pinky claw to the other. “I would say we should seal it in blood, but I’m already suffering with this aftertaste.” 

Sam offered a little smirk before reaching up to hook his own pinky with Charle’s. “Takin’ it to the grave.” 

Their hands remained touching for a few seconds, a delayed reaction only bringing Charlie’s back to himself after a prolonged met gaze, his eyes flicking away in mild embarrassment. He was drunk. They were both drunk. Reaching up, Charlie absently ran a hand through his hair to try and make it a little more… presentable. He wasn’t sure why. 

Well. He wanted to pretend that he wasn’t sure why.

Moe’s return chased away the moment. He’d come back with more random ‘ingredients’ he’d found in the back storeroom.

Charlie and Sam gave a few little groans. Had Charlie known they’d be given the job as taste-testers, he might have just walked back to Lovejoy’s in the storm. 

But… he wasn’t alone here. Even if he’d never get the taste of stale Peeps off his tongue, he at least felt content with the knowledge that there was a warmth keeping him from drifting too far into the cold loneliness of the rain. 

Yeah. This was better.

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[black-mesa-hive-au]

Entry 4

CW: blood, panic attacks

(the recording suddenly starts, showing Calhoun's dorm room and another clone with slicked back hair at the doorway)

Gilbert: Afternoon.

Calhoun: uh-

Gilbert: Do we still have buds in the fridge?

Calhoun: y...yea?

Gilbert: mmmh. (he places his helmet on the hook by the door.) Man, I'm tired. Ughhhhh hungry too. Really takes a lot outta you standing practically all day.

Calhoun:.....

Gilbert: (he slides his shoes off and places them by the door.) Do we still have pizza from yesterday?

Calhoun:....you mean...pizza from last week?

Gilbert: Really? I swear we had pizza yesterday. Don't tell me you ate it all again and you're lying to me. 

Calhoun:.......

Gilbert: Are you even listening?

Calhoun: uh-

Gilbert: Ugh. Fine just don't listen to me.

Calhoun: I- Uh...

Gilbert: You're looking at me weirdly. Like I'm a ghost or something.

Calhoun: W-well! I'm looking at one right now! What the hell happened to you where did you go? You dont just expect to walk back in here and me be fine with it!

Gilbert: I just got back from my shift what are you talking about?

Calhoun: You and Michael have been gone a week! 

Gilbert: Look. I don't know who Micheal is or how you think I've been gone a week but I'd suggest you stop that talk before it really gets to your head. You watch those sci fi flicks too much.

Calhoun: But you-

Gilbert: But I what??? Are you sure you're feelin alright Calhoun?

Calhoun: I'm feeling fine! Just, I thought you were dead and-and...or like you were taken away or something!

Gilbert: Dead? You saw me this morning! We live together! I get off my shift at the exact same time every day. I'm here and I'm breathing.

Calhoun: I just- (he sighs) Fine, let's just go with your story. You just came back from your shift. Okay. So how was your day?

Gilbert: It was fine.

Calhoun: anything interesting?

Gilbert: Oh just a few bits of electric work and helping scientists open their offices again. The usual. (he grabs a beer from the fridge) How about you?

Calhoun: Well, I just did some errands for Dr. Freeman and guarded a bit. It was a pretty slow day, really.

Gilbert: (slowly pulls the beer tab) mm. Average. Wish there was something more to do, ya know.

Calhoun: (takes his helmet off, laying it in his lap causing the camera angle to change) Yea.

Gilbert: Heh, we're gonna be workin all our lives.

Calhoun: Well, if we don't we're a goner practically. (he laughs nervously)

Gilbert: Tell me about it. Look, I know I go on about it a lot but, do you ever think of running?

Calhoun: Like, running away?

Gilbert: Yea.

Calhoun: Of course.

Gilbert:I know you don't want to think about it but- I don't have long. I'm on my decommission year. They could take me any minute. Think about running all the time. Just. Run away somewhere. I don’t know where or with who. Or- or what will happen to me. I don't know if I can leave if I ever get the chance. Like physically- I don't know what would happen to a clone when taken from their natural environment.

Calhoun: I mean, our DNA is human so I'd assume so.

Gilbert: That could be a lie. All of us could be a lie.

Calhoun: Gilbert buddy, you're getting deeper than usual-

Gilbert: We could be like...not human. (he freezes for a second, unblinking)

Calhoun: Gilbert? are you okay?

Gilbert:.....

Gilbert: (he snaps out of it) Like, the thought of staying cooped up here doing the same thing over and over and over is exhausting. The scientists have had lives, they'll make lives and celebrate them. We're made like fish tank ornaments that help with things anyone could do with their own two hands. (he starts to pace) Black Mesa could hire anyone! They didn't need to make us but they just wanted to show off to aperture! How full of it do you have to be to make life like a party trick!? Build something just to throw it away after 3 years of use. We're not batteries. We're flesh and blood like everyone else! All of these things black mesa does for small achievements and pats on the back. Its sickening. I don't want to work here anymore. I've got shocked by those damn wires enough times that I'd probably be dead by now. We're technically not citizens of New Mexico. We're not citizens of anything so how could we stand up for ourselves and sue? (his breathing starts to become more frantic as he speeds up) The scientists would loose their jobs if they did and they're all too cowardly to try. To them we're just robots or something, so why would they care in the first place. We're useful to them. (he crushes his beer, the can contorting and shooting beer everywhere and continues to talk, this time even faster) We're made to be tools to them and not friends. Just objects that are alive. Th-that’s all we are and will be all we are. Just recycled over and over and over and over and over-

Calhoun: G-gilbert?

Gilbert: over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over-

Calhoun: GILBERT?!!?? LISTEN TO ME GIL-

Gilbert: over and over and over aND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER (he begins to grab the sides of his head, screaming and falling to his knees.) OVER AND OVER AND OVER

Calhoun: BREATHE MAN, BREATHE. JUST- (stands up, placing the helmet on the chair)

Gilbert: OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER ANNNNNDDDDDDD OVVVVEREEERRRRRRRRR!!!! (he screeches loudly as his nose begins to bleed)

Calhoun: GILBERT! GILBERT!! 3-3006!!! PLEASE I'M GETTING HELP- (he rushes to the phone on the wall, dialing quickly as Gilbert continues to screech)

Gilbert: (Starts to tug on his hair) OVVVVERRRR ANDD OVERRRRR AND OVERERRRRRR

Calhoun: (on the phone) HELLO? HELLO OTIS???

Gilbert: AAND OVERRRR AND OVERRR AND OV- (he stops, eyes bloodshot and blood still dripping from his nose. He freezes, pupils dilating as he frantically looks around at the ground. He takes a breath and falls to the floor with a thud.)

(The apartment is silent except for Calhoun's heavy breathing)

Calhoun: (drops the phone and looks back) GILBERT? Holy- oh my lord…(runs over to Gilbert, panicking and turning him over, checking his heartbeat.) no no no NO NO NO NO MAN DON'T DO THIS TO ME NOW.

(the sound of the keypad on the other side of the door chimes. Someone barges through the door, looking around frantically for the source of the screaming.)

Sisk: Calhoun? What was that scream-

Calhoun: (looks back to Sisk, showing off Gilbert's lifeless body) G-gg...

Sisk: Holy S--t. W-what the hell happened!? Did he just? Did you? 

Calhoun: No! No! I didn't do anything! He just got to talking a...about like all that existential stuff and just….kinda broke! He just died!!! in front of me!

Sisk: Jesus Christ. I didn't even know he was alive? And then he just...died? Right in front of you?

Calhoun: (nods, sniffling) 

Sisk: You- you don't just do that. Right? Right??? You don't just die that. 

Calhoun: I- I don’t know. He was gone for a week and just came back and immediately got to talking about all this. I...I have to call someone. (he stands up)

Sisk: What are you going to do about the body? The administration isn't going to be kind about a body laying around in your dorm! And where was he all this time?

Calhoun: I have to call (he makes his way back to the phone hanging on the wire) Someone….

Sisk: Who are you going to call??!! We need to do something about him!!! Please Calhoun come to your senses!

Calhoun: (dialing) Hello? Doctor Kleiner?

Dr. Kliener: Hello?? 2295???

Sisk: (Runs up and grabs the phone)

Calhoun: What the hell???

Sisk: You can't call a scientist!!! They'll think you killed him or something! Then you'll be dead for sure! 

Calhoun: No Sisk, you don't get it! I have to call him. This is important!

Sisk: So is Gilbert's dead body!

Calhoun: Look, I trust him to help! I don't have time for this!! Don't make me play rank on you. 

Sisk: WHY DO YOU TRUST HIM? 

Calhoun: OFFICER SISK- CALM DOWN

Sisk: CALHOUN THIS IS ONE OF US HE CAN'T HELP! HE WOULDNT KNOW A THING ABOUT HEL-

Calhoun: OFFICER SISK. I NEED YOU TO STAND DOWN.

Sisk: Bu-

Calhoun: PLEASE. 

Sisk: (he blinks for a second, and backs off reluctantly, looking Calhoun straight in the eye) You are making a horrible mistake. A horrible mistake.

Calhoun: Like you have any better idea!!??

Sisk: YES. I DO!!! WE BURY HIM OURSELVES! CLONE TO CLONE!! THE ADMINISTRATION WOULD PROBABLY JUST THROW HIM OUT!! YOU WOULDN'T LET THAT HAPPEN WOULD YOU? I THOUGHT YOU CARED!! 

Calhoun: I DO CARE!! OF COURSE I CARE!!! WE CAN'T DO IT ALL BY OURSELVES. WE DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS!!

Dr. Kleiner: I guess I'll just wait then….

Sisk: OH? WE CAN'T DO IT OURSELVES? WHAT HAPPENED TO US BEING JUST AS HUMAN?? WHAT HAPPENED TO THE BARNEY CALHOUN THAT HAD HIS PRIORITIES STRAIGHT? DID THAT SCIENTIST YOU'RE CALLING SUCK IT OUT OF YOU??

Calhoun: THERE ARE SOME PEOPLE WHO CAN HELP US!

Sisk: AND THOSE PEOPLE ARE OURSELVES. NOBODY IN THIS FACILITY HAS EVER SHED A TEAR FOR US. WHY WOULD THEY HELP US!!??? YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED LAST TIME. WE GET HURT.

Calhoun: YOU DON'T TALK ABOUT VINCENT THAT WAY. THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT. 

Sisk: You know what? I'm not arguing with you anymore. It's like arguing with a child!

Calhoun: You're arguing with yourself.

Sisk: And so are you. Except this side of you still gives a damn.

Calhoun: (He takes a deep, shaken breath) You don't get it. you don't get it. There is more going on than you know of.

Sisk: Oh. Is that what is making you so stubborn? Some conspiracy again? You know I'm getting a little tired of this. You're always running away from the facts and siding with some random BS that suits you more.

Calhoun: I have facts. I have PLENTY. LOOK. GILBERT AND MICHEAL WERE GONE A WEEK AND NOW GILBERT IS BACK AND DEAD ON MY DORM FLOOR. THERE'S A FACT. GILBERT IS A 3RD GENERATION CLONE, MAN! THEY DON'T JUST DIE LIKE THAT- THE ADMINISTRATION TAKES THEM AWAY! YOU KNOW THIS. (he takes a deep breath) you should know this. Please just listen ,Sisk, I respect you. You're a fine officer and I love you like a brother I don't want to have to keep arguing with you.

Sisk:....

Calhoun: Goddammit man, just please-

Sisk: (he sighs) Fine….just call the scientist. I'll see you tomorrow morning then. 

Calhoun:...alright.

Sisk: (makes his way to the door, hesitantly stepping over Gilbert) He was my friend too you know. Most I'd like is a funeral. (he walks out, the door sliding shut behind him)

Dr. Kleiner: y-you still there? Calhoun?

Calhoun: Y...yea doc I'm here.

Dr. Kleiner: 3009 is….back?

Calhoun: Dead. He's back and he's dead. 

Dr. Kleiner: I'm very sorry about that ,Mr. Calhoun. 

Calhoun: I'm (he nervously laughs) Sorry you had to hear all of that. 

Dr. Kleiner: Its fine, it's fine. Me and Dr. Vance have arguments all the time. Its part of being, well, human. 

Calhoun:.....(stands there)

Dr. Kleiner: Calhoun?

Calhoun: (hangs up and places the phone back. He walks over to the helmet to turn the camera off as tears stream down his face.)

-end of recording- 

#Captain's log recording #Recording by barney 2295 #4/7/97