#they would definitely watch it for the plot

[flemingsfreckles]

Physio’s Daughter Pt. 9

Read the rest of the series here

Warnings: nothing too crazy, probably a curse word or two, some pg13 making out (maybe a little more than pg13, there’s straddling and some grinding involved)

WC: 4.0k

A/N: I think this series will have 1-3 more parts and then it will be over, I’m running out of plot ideas for it, if there’s anything you want to see in the last few chapters send them to me and I’ll see what I can do!

You both look at each other across the hotel room. Neither of you are sure what to say, what to do, now that you’re finally alone. You’re finally in a place you won’t be interrupted by her teammates, other staff, anyone. You watch Jessie take off her medal and the jacket of her tracksuit placing both into the bathroom.

She then moves, sitting down on the end of what you assumed was her bed. A stack of books and a kindle on the nightstand next to the water bottle you’ve come to see her carry everywhere, making it more clear it was hers. She lets out a sigh before starting to take off her shoes. You just watch, not sure what to say or what to do.

Do you make a move? When’s the next time you two will have an empty hotel room, if you want to do anything with her, now was your chance. It would be so easy to gently cup her chin, pull her lips to yours, push her back on the bed and climb on top of her. But your feet remain stuck to the ground, your shoulder pressed to the wall as you lean awkwardly still in the entrance of the room. You weren’t used to being nervous around her, you had been the first few days you were with the team but that wasn’t explicitly because of Jessie. But now being alone with her, the anticipation was getting to you.

Jessie’s shoes fall to the floor with a thud and you’re brought out of your thoughts, you bend down to remove your own shoes, neatly placing them against the wall.

“You know you can come in? You don’t have to stand in the doorway all night.” Jessie’s smiling at you as she looks at where you’re standing.

“Right.” You push yourself off the wall and take two steps in Jessie’s direction. You look over at the desk with the chair, you could sit there, there was also a bench you could sit on, you could sit on Janine’s bed, or you could sit next to Jessie on her bed. Sitting on her bed without her asking felt a little too much like a self invitation, so you made your way to the chair. To get to the chair you had to pass where Jessie was sitting still at the edge of the bed. When you go to walk by her, her hand reaches out for you, she catches the back of your shirt firmly in her hand, causing you to stumble backward a step.

“Where are you going?” When you turn to look at her she’s got a big smile on her face, her eyebrows raised, she looks incredibly confident, less shy than her usual self but you assume that’s what winning a gold medal might do to someone.

“I was,” you point at the chair, “I figured I’d sit.” Unfortunately you didn’t have the additional confidence of winning a gold medal so here you were eyes looking anywhere but at Jessie’s.

“You can sit here.” Her other hand pats the bed next to her. You take a step back as she releases her grip from your shirt and you sit down next to her. You look at her and can’t help but start to smile, you try and fight it, pinching your lips together, you start feeling a blush form on your cheeks. You’re suddenly feeling shy as Jessie looks at you. You lay your back onto her bed, feet still touching the floor and throw your arm over your face to hide your blush from her.

Jessie leans back, her hand coming to grasp your forearm as she tries to pull it from your face. “Do I make you nervous?” Her voice is quiet and husky, as if she’s trying to seduce you, it was definitely working whether she meant for it to or not.

You roll your eyes and turn your face away from her “No.” She didn’t really make you nervous, she just gave you butterflies, she made your heart race, she made your palms sweaty.

“Liar.” She teased.

“No.” You tried to argue.

“Why are your cheeks red?”

“They’re not!” They were, you could feel them burning, you knew your whole face was probably red, not just your cheeks.

“Maybe it’s just sunburn from the night game, whatever you want to tell yourself.” She releases the grip on your arm and you cover your face again.

“You don’t make me nervous.” You grumble into your arm. “It’s not bad nervous, it’s, I don’t know.”

You feel Jessie move on the bed, she lays down mirroring your position so she’s next to you. “You used to be nervous. Your first day, when you had to massage my calf you looked terrified. You were so worried about doing the wrong thing, it was cute.” You can tell she’s looking at you. You can feel her breath on the side of your face and on your arm that remains over your eyes and forehead.

You take your arm down, letting it fall next to you, it falls directly on top of Jessie’s arm. She must’ve moved closer to you when you weren’t looking. You turn your head to face her.

“Of course I was nervous! It was my first day and I’m the one thrown to be in charge of you, of all people. Anyone else it would’ve been less nerve wracking but it was you. Obviously I was nervous.” You still look at the ceiling, knowing if you turn over you’ll be face to face with the captain and you’re not sure you’ll be able to refrain from kissing her.

“So I do make you nervous.”

“Not anymore, now I know you. Before you were just someone I had watched on TV, you were Jessie Fleming, you were a professional athlete, you were someone my mom used to make fun of me because I had a silly little crush on you when I was younger, you were an Olympian, and a fucking gold medalist, you were captain of the team, of course you made me nervous.”

“Then what’s different now?” She prodded.

“Now you’re you, you’re Jessie, who sent me a photo of deer because I told you how I used to watch them in my backyard, who brought me coffee on two occasions, who is incredibly clumsy despite being a professional athlete, you’re just Jessie who sat on FaceTime and showed me what she made for dinner, you tell me about the books you’re reading, it’s different. It’s now you, not just the fantasy idea of you.”

“Still have that little crush though.” She elbows you in the ribs.

At this rate your blushing face was going to be permanently red, her teasing still getting to you. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not,” she insists “if it makes you feel better, I’ve got quite the crush too.”

“So I’ve heard.” You breathe out.

You finally look at her as she rolls over onto her side, propping her head up with her hand. She shifts her body slightly closer so her front is flush to your side. Maneuvering herself more, she moves so that her face is now hovering above yours. You watch as her eyes trail to your lips and back to your eyes, the same way you had done to her and she had done to you the few other times you had kissed.

“Do it.” You whisper to her.

She leans down, her body pressing onto yours ever so slightly. You close your eyes just before her lips meet yours. You one hand is trapped between your bodies but your other comes to hold her waist. Her hand not holding herself up comes to rest on your neck and cheek.

Her lips are soft, just as they had been every other kiss, only they felt more familiar. You had now kissed her four times. Kissing Jessie was easy, the way she’d gently press into you, the feeling of her warm hand on your body. This kiss was more tender than the one she had prompted in the bar earlier, no slip of the tongue, no sloppiness, just a gentle and yet passionate kiss.

She pulled back from your lips after only a couple of seconds, her body remaining pressed into your side. You opened your eyes to the Canadian smiling down at you. Feeling greedy for more you reach up, your hand releasing her waist to find the back of her neck pulling her down into a much more impatient kiss.

You felt Jessie hum into the kiss, a small vibration against your own lips, giving you confirmation she was enjoying this just as much as you were. You parted your lips at the feeling of her tongue against them, her tongue meets yours quickly, in short motions before she’d return her focus to your lips. Wanting to get your other hand on her body you move your hand down to Jessie’s waist, trying to pull her to a position that would free both of your hands. She gets the hint and starts to adjust herself to sit up more, supporting herself on her legs instead of your side. You sit up, trying to follow her movements to keep your lips on hers. When she sits up, she must’ve forgotten the two of you were still sitting on just the edge of the bed, she nearly falls back, breaking your kiss. You reach out to catch her grabbing her by the waist with both hands.

“Whoops.” She giggles, one hand over her chest at the fright she just gave herself.

“Like I said earlier, clumsy.” You smile at her. “You alright?”

“Yeah I’m good.” She smiles at you, before her mouth opens and she lets out a yawn. Her hand quickly covers her mouth.

“Am I that boring of a kisser?” You joked with her, unfortunately Jessie thinks you’re being serious.

“No! No you’re good, I’m not bored, not at all.” She then paused to look down at her her hands in her lap. “Uh so please don’t take this the wrong way, but I want to say something before I lead you on too far.” She pauses, giving you just enough time to panic. She stands up, out and away from your touch and moves to sit against the headboard of the bed, legs out in front of her.

Maybe she wasn’t into you anymore, maybe she didn’t want to talk to you after tonight, maybe she wasn’t interested in you anymore, maybe she didn’t like sneaking around.

“I really, really, like kissing you and where this is going, but I’m just tired, honestly. And, believe me, I’m interested in where this is going, but I don’t know if tonight’s the right time, it’s not that I don’t want to,”

“Don’t worry about it.” You’re quick to reassure her. A tiny part of you had thought maybe you’d sleep together tonight, but you really were just more interested in finally getting to spend some time alone with her, away from work.

“I do have interest, in ya know, doing that, with you, it’s just been a long few weeks and I don’t want it to be some half-assed attempt.” It was cute the way Jessie was shy, dancing around the topic of sleeping with you, not wanting to actually say it. Her cocky attitude was no longer detected.

“Jessie, it’s fine, don’t worry, I’m not expecting anything. I just wanted to hang out.”

“Okay, sorry.” She apologizes.

You stand up from the bed, ready to head back to your room for the night, and let Jessie get the restful sleep she very much deserved. You reach down grabbing your shoes, starting to tie the laces.

“Are you leaving?” She asks from her spot on the bed.

“I thought you wanted to sleep?” You point to the bed, confused why she was questioning you leaving.

“I do, but maybe in a little bit, I was hoping we could maybe make out a little more?” She breaks eye contact as she asks.

“Who’s shy now?” You teased as you watched her cheeks flush as she asked to kiss you again. You kick your half tied shoes off again and make your way back to the bed. You climb on it, sitting in a similar position to Jessie, back against the headboard.

“I’m not shy.” Jessie says, she starts to move, turning toward you. You think she’s going to lean over and kiss you. Only she then moves up to her knees before her hands find your shoulders and she swings one leg over your lap. She lowered herself so she was sitting on the middle of your thighs. Jessie was straddling you. You let your hands find her waist again, holding her just above her hip bones.

She wrapped her arms around your neck pulling you up and toward her as she leaned down bringing her lips to yours. Her tongue is immediately on yours, her hands find their way to the base of your hairline, raking her fingers in and gently scratching and pulling. You manage to swallow down the moan you nearly let out at the feeling. You can’t help but tighten your grip on her, pulling her into you harder. You feel Jessie rock slightly into your lap. You couldn’t believe this was happening, Jessie was in your lap, her hands in your hair, your hands on her waist, trailing down to her thighs.

You feel her quads clench slightly as your hands make their way to rub slowly up and down her thighs. You were amazed at how you could feel her muscles twitch under your touch, her whole body firm, strong, and yet so soft. Each pass your hands creeped up more and more, until on the next pass they were gripping Jessie’s ass. You dug your fingers in slightly, gripping her muscles and pulling her into your lap more.

The two of you continued to kiss, your tongues grazing over each other, making gentle passes at your lips, even knowing this wasn’t leading anywhere you couldn’t help but be incredibly turned on. The way Jessie was making small noises, satisfied hums, little groans when you’d tighten your grip on her ass, the way she was ever so slightly grinding into your lap, you were doing everything in your power not to grind your hips up into hers.

You felt Jessie start to pull back, her kisses slowing down, her tongue retreating before she sucked your bottom lip between her teeth and pulled away from you. You opened your eyes to watch, seeing hers were open as well. She smiled down at you as she pulled back. The gentle tug on your lip mixed with the arousing reality of Jessie in your lap was enough and you weren’t able to muffle the moan that escaped from your throat. Jessie released your lip, letting it pop back.

You clear your throat, unsure of what to say and a little embarrassed about the groan you had let out, turning your head down to look at your lap, instead you end up looking at Jessie’s lap as she’s sitting on top of you. Jessie’s hands remove themselves from your hair and one comes to your chin, tilting your head up to look at her.

“Hi.” Her cocky smile across her face is slightly infuriating, but also so attractive.

“Hi.” You reply back giving her a dazed smile, still feeling like you’re floating from the feeling of Jessie’s hands on your body and her mouth on yours.

Jessie rolls off of you, just sitting next to you for a minute before she stands up and walks across the room, picking up her duffle bag and throwing it onto the bed. She rummages through, you assume looking for a sweatshirt or something. “Do you want more comfortable clothes? I have sweats and stuff.” She looks up from where she was digging in the bag, a pair of blue sweats in her hand.

“I mean I have clothes in my room, I’m alright.” It’s not like your room was far, you could get into your sleeping clothes when you got there.

“Oh.” You watched Jessie’s smile fall from her face momentarily before she spoke up again. “I just thought, never mind.” She shakes you off. “I’m going to change.” You notice the change in her tone of voice, she sounded upset. She grabs a pile of clothes that was neatly folded on the desk and heads to the bathroom.

You’re not sure what you did. You rack your brain, she seemed okay until you rejected her clothes. You just were being polite, it didn’t make sense for you to take her clothes when your room was just a couple doors down. You could just change there. You also didn’t want to keep her up, she had said she was tired, she was ready for bed. You weren’t going to keep her from sleeping any longer. The more time that passes as you sit waiting for Jessie to come out of the bathroom the more nervous you get.

Maybe she wanted you to go, maybe you should leave while she’s in the bathroom. You go to stand up making your way to your shoes for the second time that night when you hear the bathroom door open and Jessie steps out. Her hair is down and she’s wearing a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.

“Leaving?” The same disappointed tone in her voice.

“Yeah, you can finally get some sleep, sorry for keeping you up.” You eye her up and down from where you were kneeling putting on your shoes. She looked so cozy, you wanted to cuddle up next to her under a blanket, maybe you could sometime. You could cuddle up with her sometime when she wasn’t exhausted and didn’t need to get a full night's rest.

“Goodnight Jessie.” You say as you head to the door. You mentally began to prepare yourself for the bombardment of questions you knew Olivia was going to throw at you. Reaching for the door you reluctantly turn the handle and crack the door.

“I offered you my clothes because I want you to stay.” Jessie’s voice comes from behind you right as the light from the hallway floods into the room.

She wanted you to stay. She wanted you to stay the night, in her room, in her clothes. “Ohhh.” That’s why she had seemed disappointed when you rejected the offer of the sweatpants. You felt like an idiot, you had essentially rejected her offer to spend the night without even realizing it.

“I know I said I was tired and we shouldn’t sleep together tonight, but that doesn’t mean we can’t literally sleep in the same bed together.” She then quickly follows up the offer with a quiet “only if you’re comfortable with that, if not obviously you’re welcome to go.”

You let the door handle fall from your hand and you turn back to Jessie. “Sorry, I didn’t realize that’s what you meant by offering me sweatpants. If I did, I would’ve taken them.”

“Offer still stands.” She tells you, you turn back to the door quickly locking it before heading over to where the sweatpants sat on top of her bag. You grab them and then look up to her.

“Whatever shirt you want is fine, they’re all like t-shirts.” You just grab the first one on top, a light gray neatly rolled shirt. Heading toward the bathroom you notice Jessie following you.

“Hey if you’re trying to see me naked Fleming all you have to do is ask.” You say and she stops walking, looking at you wide eyed.

“No, no I wasn’t,” she lets out a small puff of air. “I was going to show you,” she points into the bathroom and you let her walk in first. She walks over to the sink, pulling out a still packaged toothbrush. “If you want you can just use this so you don’t have to get yours, and then feel free to use anything else, I have face wash, lotion, regular bathroom stuff.”

You take the toothbrush from her hand and she turns to leave, closing the door behind her to leave you to your privacy. You strip from your clothes debating for a moment if you should leave the bra you had on, would it be weird to take it off, it was a bralette and comfortable enough to sleep in, you weren’t sure. You pull the bra off, deciding against wearing it. You slip Jessie’s shirt over your head, being engulfed with the smell of her, you couldn’t quite place the smell, but it smelled like her and it made your stomach flutter. Following the shirt you put on her sweats. On the counter was her toothpaste.

Next to the toothpaste was her medal. You couldn’t help but smile at the fact that most people would kill to have an Olympic gold medal and here was hers, on the bathroom counter next to a tube of toothpaste and a bottle of Advil, as if it was just another thing that belonged in her bathroom.

Seeing her medal just sit there strikes an idea in your mind. You grab your discarded jeans, dig your phone out of your pocket and text Olivia.

You: I need a favor, tomorrow.

You put your phone back, not expecting her to text you back today. After brushing your teeth, you use the toilet, and open the door. The lights were already out in the room but Jessie had turned on the lamp on her bedside. You turn the corner to see Jessie already tucked up in bed. She was off to the right side of the bed, the side she had sat on originally before she sat in your lap. You feel a flush of heat run through your body at the memory of her straddling your lap.

You pull back the covers and climb into the bed next to Jessie. It wasn’t a very big bed, maybe a full size, comfortable enough for one person, small for two. You think maybe that’s the point, the Olympic committee discouraging this behavior.

You remained on your back, you usually slept on your back anyway but you were more laying in fear of moving, not wanting to disturb Jessie. Feeling the mattress shift Jessie reaches over and turns the light off before rolling over to lay on her side facing you. You can barely make out her features in the darkness. You feel her arm fall across your waist, her hand gently gripping your side. Her head comes to rest on your shoulder. She slowly lets her body weight onto you, relaxing into your body.

“Is this okay?” She whispers up at you.

“Yeah, it is.” You adjust slightly, moving so that her head came to rest more on your chest and your arm wrapped around her back, holding her tight to you. You look down at her, she puckers her lips and you lean down planting a soft goodnight kiss on her. “Goodnight Jessie.”

“Goodnight.”

You weren’t sure what this meant, what any of it meant, but you didn’t really care. The team had won gold, you and Jessie were on good terms, you were in her bed, her head on your chest, her arm across your waist. You fell asleep to the sound of her breathing and she fell asleep to the sound of your heart, it was probably racing but you didn’t care. This was all you had hoped for going into this trip, all you had hoped for and more.

#jessie fleming #jflem #jessie fleming x reader #jessie fleming imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #canwnt x reader #jessie fleming blurb

[tobiascaraway]

I am going to talk about my favourite things from chaos theory and of course, the downsides, and my personal opinions!! (Opinions based around the benrius/yasammy topic) So major spoilers ahead under the cut!

Goodsides :D

While chaos theory is a kids show, it definitely displays more mature content, something camp cretaceous did not show! This includes blood, and visual character death (Daniel Kons was specifically gruesome), and description of mental issues, this is specifically PTSD, implied depressive states and breakdowns, the show dives deep into the world of surprise, watching it i was shocked in a good way when a scene came up. Kenji's breakdown was perfectly animated and portrayed.

Each character never faded into the background and they were all equally focused on throughout the season. The show also focused on relationships between the campers, and their families. Specifically Sammy's. Each character has their own comical relief line even when in a dangerous situation. The campers never matured, only grew, they stayed themselves and still act as a group! Same way they did on Nublar.

The plot twists are bonkers, I was not expecting the DPW to be up to sketchy business, nor did I expect suddenly blossoming romance between characters. The budget is definitely higher than it was with camp cretaceous, I couldn't tell if some scenes were animated or real. Beautifully portrayed landscapes.

Overall, the show deserved every amazing rating and my personal rating is an 11/10.

Downsides D:

My first itch was the one-sided romance with Darius and Brooklynn. It certainly was a plot twist but I feel that it was absolutely unnecessary and could've been kept platonic. I feel it would be more heartbreaking and deep if Darius sent her voice messages as a friend, telling her that he's sorry and telling her things about his day. That one scene threw me off on the episode, not because I'm an angry benrius shipper but because it very much could've been kept platonic and felt unnecessary, but was written and played into perfectly. I have absolutely no criticism of the actual writing.

(this was talked about on the discord) - It feels like Brooklynn used to be independent and a baddie in camp cretaceous until she started becoming the love interest, and then it felt like she just became dependent on Kenji and unable to do things herself, so I am hoping that if we get a season 2, that we really get to see Brooklynn not be the love interest and work independently. And I genuinely hope that it won't turn out into another klance situation with Brooklynn, because she was super overhated before, and some angry benrius/benji shippers WILL hate her for "getting in the way of a mlm ship", which is not the case.

My last point was with Darius' health. Darius never got that shine through and we really never got to see how he coped with Brooklynn's death or after the island. They show little cracks but never unpack his full health, which I do hope we get to see in future seasons.

Other than those three points, I really do have nothing to criticise because it was perfect.

Personal opinions/hopes on ships :3

I really do hope we get to see more yasammy content specifically how they build up their relationship more, especially comforting scenes like we got in Ben's soggy van. And Sammy telling Yaz about her family not being in contact, and I would really love to see their relationship play out further and elaborate on the family situation!! :)

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As I autismed a little too hard and have had a hyperfixation on Benrius since 2021(?), it's not to say I didn't have my hopes up for their relationship in chaos theory, but I also can't say that I expected them to be canon. What maybe the directors could've done is provide that teeny bit of fan-headcanons, because from what I've seen, alot of people from the fandom headcanoned Ben as a gay man, so instead of a girlfriend he would've had a boyfriend. Or they could have Ben lie about the girlfriend because he may have worked out he likes boys, and has internalised homophobia. But back to benrius, they had ALOT of chemistry in camp cretaceous, and for me it was a little disappointing that their relationship dwindled down a little. What I am hoping (manifesting) is that Ben realises his feelings for Darius, and has issues coming out to him and confessing.

Despite my opinions and criticism, the show is definitely worth the watch and deserves every thumbs up from the viewers. I thank everyone who worked on chaos theory and put their best effort into it. 11/10 show. Thank you.

#camp cretaceous #jwcc #jwct #chaos theory #jurassic world chaos theory #jurassic world camp cretaceous #benrius #yasammy #jwcc brooklynn #jwct spoilers #my opinions #rating #ben pincus #darius bowman #yasmina fadoula #tobias rants for too long #:3 #sammy gutierrez #kenji kon #brookenji

[buddiebeginz]

Okay I watched the whole interview. Honestly I don’t know why anyone is worried. There was barely any talk about B/T. I still maintain if B/T was supposed to be a big deal and a long term thing for Buck it would have had more focus and a lot more press and it’s had very little even in Oliver’s solo interviews.

Another thing is I know B/T stans like to act like there’s so much chemistry between Oliver and Lou but I’m begging you to go watch this interview and then watch any Ryan and Oliver interview there’s just no comparison. It’s the same with B/T vs Buddie. Ryan and Oliver have this natural easy chemistry both on and off screen just from standing near one another that never feels forced or fake. For me this interview with Oliver and Lou felt forced at points. Like that they were trying to sell that they were friends when they maybe aren’t. I still get a vibe that Oliver isn’t a big fan of Lou and B/T. If he was I think we’d see him talking about the ship more and definitely posting more on ig about it and Lou but it’s always Ryan and Buddie.

I really think the whole point of this interview was just to get people to watch tonight’s episode and likely to solidify that T*mmy is coming back for s8. But even then like I said they barely talked about anything that went on with these two characters this season (most likely because hardly anything even did). Really at this point the press and investment in B/T and Lou by the show feels like an afterthought. I think T*mmy will stick around do exactly what he’s been doing be a plot device to Buddie eventually coming together.

Please don’t let this interview or whatever happens in these last two eps or whatever bs B/T shippers will be spewing get to you or make you feel like giving up on Buddie. Buddie is in the works we just have to get through the speed bumps like B/T to get there.

Also like I keep saying please make your voice heard. It’s so important right now that we get out there and talk about Buddie on social media platforms. We want to make sure the show knows we won’t give up on them and we won’t settle for seeing Buck in such a lackluster relationship when he deserves an amazing love with Eddie.

#buddie #911 buddie #oliver stark #911! #access hollywood #os inter

[cheriladycl01]

The month of winning - Alex Albon x ZimbabweanOlympicSailing! Reader

Plot: As an old money girl, having been part of your dads sailing club for years you become an athlete, getting a silver medal for your country and a new boyfriend!

Credit to princemick for the GIF

You and Alex new it was going to be a busy few weeks, You'd been training hard for the Olympics your whole life. Your dad was part of a fancy yacht and sailing club in your home town. And he was a very very wealthy man, some of the yachts he sold ended up in places of the world like Monaco.

You'd grown up with just your dad, and were homeschooled and were constantly helping him with the boats and that started your love for sailing as a sport. You started to compete in championships when you were old enough and your father had taught you everything you know about the sport.

Everyone you grew up with and Alex came to watch you at the Paris Olympics. And it was a moment to remember getting silver. You were stood on the podium your flag flying in the wind making the biggest grin ever to appear on your face.

You could see Alex and your dad in the stands cheering loudly for you, making you wave and blow them a kiss.

After your win, you wanted to travel home to see all your old friends and family who couldn't go all the way to France for the Olympics, and wanted to congratulate you on your win. It was the off season for Alex too, so you both got to spend loads of time sightseeing Zimbabwe.

Alex loved animals, mainly pets but that didnt stop him from freaking out when you guys took a day to go on a safari and see all the animals your dad would take you to see in the reserves as a kid.

He used probably 3 sd cards for the digital camera he brought to take pictures and filled out storage on his phone too with the amount of pictures he'd taken on just the safari alone. It was crazy, and when you asked him to take a nice picture of you, it would take him ages scrolling through to try find it when you wanted him to send it to you so you could upload it to your Instagram.

"Baby, come on its a picture of me vs a picture of a cheetah how cant you pick me out!" you laughed looking over his shoulder as he's scrolling through trying to find the picture of you at the watering hole.

"Look, I took so many of all the animals and only like 4 of you because the rest were on your phone!" he exclaims before he gasps and see's a gorgeous picture of you.

"Awwww look at my pretty baby!" he grins showing you the picture making you shake your head in disbelief.

"Right, send that to me now... before you loose it!" you chuckle. And he does air-dropping it to you there and then.

After a beautiful week in your home country it was time for the end of Alex's summer break and for him to get back in the car racing. You were excited because he'd extended his contract with Williams and you knew that even though this year wasn't going very well for them, that each race the data they were gathering making it easier to predict which upgrades were needed and worth it.

Monaco, being as historic as it was came with a few upgrades that not only had Williams buzzing but the whole paddock because it looked like they might be in the position to fight for some points this weekend unlike Alpine and Sauber who unfortunately were still struggling with various issues.

You could sense in both Alex and Logan how excited they were for these huge next steps.

"How's the car feeling this weekend? It's looking nicer to drive, more steady on both of you" you questioned the boys who both nodded with grins on their faces.

"Yeah, it's an incredible change it feels so smooth now. Like it felt like we were fighting the car before but now it's complying with us, its a great feeling!" Logan answered only for Alex to nod in agreement.

"Yeah i can definitely see us grabbing points this weekend!" Alex smiles.

Two days later on the Sunday Alex was in P11 and Logan was defending P8 incredibly well and there was only a few laps left to go. Ahead of Alex was two drivers. Yuki Tsunoda in P9 right behind Logan and Lewis in P10.

Last lap action was every fans favrioute but as a WAG it was the most stressful. Especially for you as you knew Alex, even though he was a smooth driver would start to push more than he might be able to handle.

You were stood with his mum and sister and Logans girlfriend and parents biting your nails in anticipation as he pulled up alongside Yuki and Lewis, and taking the inside line managed to overtake both of them.

A cheer came through the paddock upon realizing that Logan also just made the overtake of his career getting him up to P7, placing Lance Stroll in between the two Williams drivers.

They crossed the finish line, Logan in P7 and Alex in P9, a double points finish for Williams, the first points they'd gotten this season and the garage and pit wall went wild as you all ran out to go find the drivers to celebrate.

Alex was grinning from ear to ear in his post race interview, his eyes kept meeting yours behind the camera and interviewer making him chuckle every now and then.

"Amazing race today Alex, first points for both you and Logan. How are you feeling having this and your girlfriend winning and Olympic medal all in the same month!" she asks and his grin widens if that's possible.

"Yeah, i mean I'm so thankful to everyone this weekend for making it happen, it was definitely a long time coming getting these points but we've done it. We're happy with this weekends progression and yeah we're gonna push harder next weekend in Montreal! Obviously I'm so proud of my amazing girlfriend as well, she has worked so hard for everything she's achieved and yeah she deserves the world for the support she's given me over this weekend" he answers.

"Thank you Alex!" she smiles before letting him go and getting ready for Logan.

"What a month" he sighs pulling you into a hug and kissing the side of you head.

"What a month indeed!" you grin back.

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y/user: From a weekend in Zimbabwe Sailing and winning Silver to a weekend in Monaco, Fast Cars and Formula One all w/ Boo 🔥

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y/dads/user: Amazing medal sweetheart! So proud please come back soon!

-> y/user: we will! Alex loved all the animals and seeing you guys again!

fan1: so proud of this woman for bringing silver home!

alex_albon: two weekends I’ll never forget! Big celebrations incoming 🫶🏼🇿🇼🇹🇭

-> fan2: omg he put their flags together!

-> y/user: Love you Alex and I’m so great full you were there! 🫶🏼❤️

fan3: she just looks expensive, you guys know what I’m saying?

-> fan4: she comes from old money so she has those vibes!

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[verysanebsdfan]

My favs x bday!reader

Saiki Kusuo (the disastrous life of saiki k), Muichiro Tokito (demon slayer), Killua Zoldyck (hunter x hunter), Neuvillette(genshin impact), Dazai Osamu (bungo stray dogs), our!Ciel Phantomhive (black butler) (seperately) x bday!reader

Synopsis: them with s/o who has birthday, how they celebrate, what do they do etc.

Notes: IT'S MY BDAY GUYSSS!!! I honestly wanna go back to being a little child, but oh well, i still have a few years. probably contains grammatical errors but oh well. not proofread. Am I happy with it? no. Am I gonna publish this? absolutely. i also wanted to include Bram Stoker from bsd but my brain was blank and i had no ideasss :((

cw: none i think?

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Saiki Kusuo:

Would not make you a surprise party, but i feel like he would buy you your favourite cake, pastry, sweets, snack...just something that he know would make you happy. Nothing extravagant, just an average present, from an average guy. It's the thought that counts<3 Would like to spend some quality time with you, but if you wanna hang out with friends or spend time with family, he doesnt mind. He would make sure everything goes smoothly and you would be safe tho<3 Prolly wouldnt make a big deal out of this...It is just birthday after all, but he loves to see you happy soo<3

Happy birthday y/n...i hope you like the (favourite dessert) i got you

Muichiro Tokito:

It really depends, if you are a demon slayer, you would maybe have private training session, and a cute lunch on a break. Now if you aren't a demon slayer (condolences) he'd make time for you'd watch clouds together, eat lunch and spend some time together, but he is busy so... :( I bet he was smiling teh rest fo teh day though :3

Look...that clouds looks just like (favourite animal)...happy birthday y/n...i love you

Killua Zoldyck:

Thinks celebrating something like an anniversary of your birth is stupid :3 Would definitely ask Gon for gift ideas<3 Now, if you are helping Gon find his dad too, I feel like you two would end up having a play fight of a sort? Yk, to train your nen:3 But if you dont, or its already some time after the og plot line, he'd take you on a date, and give you choco robots! Tease you a little too!

look at yourself, in a few years, i wont even be able to call you a baby :3 is it just me or youre even more beatiful? must come witha age:3 Happy Birthday silly:3

Neuvillette:

Humans celebrate the anniversary of their birth? Why? He asks, why celebrate being even closer to death. It scared him...your death...It's so close, yet so far. When you explained him that it's to commemorate your past years, and celebrate what's to come. he understood, after all, humans have only finite amount of years to live, so he was going to make yours the best possible. He would clear up his schedule, or at least try. He would get you flowers and then he would take you to a romantic dinner to the finest restaurant in all of Fontaine, and then to a romantic walk by the shore, to watch otters (:3) He hopes many of these so called birthdays of yours would come.

Mon amour...we should do this more often, not only on special occasions...I love you so much...and these..."birthdays" only remind me of...future without you...

Dazai Osamu:

My man will ask you to commit double suicide i am not even joking. Honestly would either not gaf about your birthday or would be really attentive and romantic and i cannot decide.

Would you be willing to commit double suicide with me, on this important day? *smack*

our!Ciel Phantomhive:

It's not like i am lazy to write, but it's really hard to think of anything okay. I believe you would have tea party. A lot of Earl grey tea, a lot of sweets...and chess or other board games. You will just spend quality time with him...and technically Sebastian too, since he will be tending to your needs, and preparing all the food :3

Happy birthday dearest, i hope the cake is to your liking, i had Sebastian prepare it out of the finest ingredients

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[sunnitheapollokid]

🏎️ ˖*°࿐ CP 2, indirect grease-kisses.

🎤 mc’s notes : ANDDD we are back!!! may have to update this just every once a week, because LORD y’all know i can’t keep up LMAAAOOO but anyway. I MADE THIS ONE EXTRA LONG,, but i’m definitely gonna add more leo moments i swear. THIS WAS TO ADD TO THE PLOT!! so much love on racer au thank you so much you guys!! 🥹 see you next time, sunkisses! 💝

🏎️ ˖*°࿐

THERE WAS no way in hell leo was going to let (name) win this tour. why? oh, let me list them all out for ya’ yeah?

first of, she’s a girl. leo has a big ego. we been knew. second, he needed to get back on his streak. a familiar tap on his shoulder made him snap back into reality, his curls falling into the frames of his face as he locked eyes with percy's green ones. percy furrowed his brows and scrunched his face at leo's distraught expression.

"dude, what is up with you?" percy laughed lightly mid-sentence, keeping his hand on leo's shoulder. leo sighed heavily, finally looking away from the son of poseidon and ran his fingers through his hair. "nothin's up with me." leo shot, a little more harshly then he intended to.

percy only rolled his eyes, patting his back with his palm before going to find his own girl to worry about.

today was (name)'s and leo's second race together. the thought of leo getting beaten to her lingered longer than it should've in his head. it made him fidgety, agitated. the adhd in him was kicking in like 100 miles per hour.

he knew he needed to win. no matter what it possibly took.

🏎️ ˖*°࿐

UNLIKE LEO, (name) only cared about having a fun time on the track. the loved the people she could share it with, the people that got the time to watch her actually race. she beamed brightly amongst the crowd of paparazzi and fans as she gripped the pen in her hand to sign autographs.

she made her way to the track, wiping the dirt off her car. she wiped bead of sweat off her forehead before fixing her hair in the mirror.

"(nickname)." she jumped. "annie!" (name) snorted, the twinkling smile practically never leaving the corners of her lips. "what in the horror movie??" she asked the girl, who had her hands on her hips. annabeth shot her a glare, "what in olympus' name did you do to leo valdez?!" she whisper-yelled. (name) gave out a puzzled expression. "leo? nothing, why would you ask a question?" the name that she'd said, slipping out of her lips like honey, like it was sweet and tangible to say.

and annabeth could tell.

"don't play games with me little miss sunshine. they guy's been dazing the whole time we got to la." annabeth whispered louder, she looked concerned. (name) grew worried, the churning of her stomach becoming nostalgic to her when leo had first gotten to camp half-blood.

she raised her hands in defense, "i'm telling the truth!" annabeth let out a grumble before their conversation was cut off by an announcement by the mc. when the static-spoken voice was done, annabeth turned to (name) again. "talk to him."

(name) now mirrored her scrunched up brows. "annie, you know i can't do that. i stumble over my fucking words like i had them for breakfast- and then realizing i had food poisoning." annabeth was a little confused at the metaphor, choosing to ignore it.

"i don't even know why you do. the guy's smitten for you." annabeth toned her voice lower. (name) rolled her eyes, annabeth had always told her leo reciprocated the same feelings she'd have for him ever since day one. realizing that (name) wouldn't give in so easily, she made a deal. (name) was one for deals. competition. the chase. the race?

the light blue racer pulled her into a darker corner of the track, away from paparazzi and fans. "want to bet?" (name) cocked a brow, her arms tucked away in annabeth's grasp. but she grew intruiged, "what's the bet?" annabeth gave a mischievous smile, "talk to him. if he's not into you, you get to do races outside of camp half-blood franchise. isn't that what you've always wanted?"

(name) eyes twinkled. "and if he is?" she tilted her head. annabeth gave her a dead-panned expression. "seriously (nickname)? then you get leo!"

oh. she knew that. duh.

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LEO STAYED back in the boys' lounge for a bit before the race. he needed to recollect his thoughts. he drank the bitter drink in his hand, non-alcoholic, but he hoped that it'd help his mind from spinning around her.

there was a surprising knock on the door. he quickly picked himself up, his shoes knocking on the floor as he twisted the door open, "(name)?" he greeted, more of a question than a friendly gesture. she tugged her lips into a grin. "hey lee. you busy?" she moved her feet to walk inside.

the boys lounge looked like any boy-occupied space. there were car magazines and glass cups, as well as extra pillows for extra big naps. numerous black couches in the middle of the room, of course, the giant window that overlooked the track. she could see her car beside his.

"everything okay? something with your car?" leo tucked his hands in his pockets as he leaned on the door with his back. (name)'s heart practically paced. yet, so was leo's. but he was better at hiding it. "my car? no, no." she shook her head as she sat down on the leather chair. leo's eyebrows raised, sitting beside her in his usual spot.

"so.. then, what brings you in here? to gloat? maybe admire me?" he gave a subtle wink, but (name) was too preoccupied by the glass beside him. "what's that?" she pointed, completely dodging the question. the perked up curiosity made him chuckle. he handed it to her, "you can try it if you want."

she held the half-full cup, she swirled it, it looked just like regular apple juice. but she beg to differ. she took a whiff of the drink. it smelled, sharp. she gave out a dissatisfied look that brunette chuckled louder at. "what's wrong? can't take to drink?"

(name) could practically melt at his voice. "aren't you like.. sixteen? why are you drinking?" she still laced her fingers on the fragile cup. "it's non-alcoholic, luz solar." she figured. then taking a sip out of it like it was natural. it was definitely bitter. but it didn't taste anywhere near alcoholic.

but, metallic. it tasted like the scent of metals and grease. could it be?

🏎️ ˖*°࿐ end of cp 2.

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[forthegothicheroine]

How Other Great Detectives Would Solve the Riddler Murders

A series I do sometimes. This is based on The Batman (2022). I will be assuming that none of these universes have already established superheroes and supervillains unless it's also in that canon.

Sam Vimes: The Watch as a whole might solve the case, but Vimes is going to be in the wrong headspace. Carcer was bad enough as playful serial killers go, but a serial killer who liked Sam Vimes and wanted to be his best buddy? I think that would make Vimes need his own stay in Arkham.

Sam and Peter: This one is my favorite, it works so horribly well! The Riddler, having been a huge fan of American Vandal, addresses his messages to these two teenage goobers (and it is in fact in the form of vandalism.) Selina ends up saving their lives due to secondhand embarassment when she sees them trying to interview Carmine Falcone about whether he was on any Gothamite subreddits. (Oswald Cobblepot was happy to talk to them about it!) It all comes down to whether the pressure of stopping a serial killer causes the boys to bloom or break, and I'd like to hope it would be the former.

Phryne Fisher: I totally get why the Riddler would fixate on and write letters to Phryne, she's a very good person to fixate on and write letters to! (I've often said she's like if Catwoman were Batman.) Phryne sleeps with Selina and gets surprisingly flirtatious with Oswald. Having already taken down a cocaine ring, she knows enough to honeypot her way into the lower floor of the Iceberg, and very narrowly avoids death at the hands of Falcone. She can solve riddles easily enough, though I don't know if she'd put them together in time to stop the flooding of the city. I'll call this success with a similar casualty rate to Batman's.

Sammy Keyes: This one is a real dick move on the Riddler's part. Addressing your serial killer messages to a tween girl who'd been involved in catching other criminals, thus revealing she's living in an apartment illegally and potentially getting her taken away by social services? It's absolutely something he would do to make a broader social point, but still it's a serious dick move. I think Sammy is way out of her depth here but I want her to succeed because I love the idea of subsequent Sammy Keys books having recurring characters that include the one cop slightly sympathetic to her, the junior high mean girl, and the serial killer who sends her cryptic letters from incarceration.

L: I just know that somehow this is going to involve Edward Nasthon, Forensic CPA, being on the team to catch the Riddler and him and L having a vaguely but unconsumatedly homoerotic dance between friend and enemy. I don't think he'd want to kill L, though, since he'd rather have him alive to acknowledge him as the smartest coolest guy ever, so I'll give L the edge here.

Jane Marple: No matter how I twist it, I just can't see a scenario in which the Riddler would send serial killer messages to Miss Marple. Instead, I think Edward Nashton would just meet her at a tea shop, they'd have a friendly conversation about the novel she's reading, and then she'd call up the police and tell them she's found the Riddler.

Columbo: This isn't a great setup for Columbo, since his method of detection is all about catching people in their lies, which is hard to do with a killer who is a nobody and who keeps to the shadows. He would definitely put Falcone away in the course of the investigation, but I don't know if that's enough to stop the grander scheme in play. If he does catch him, though, he would stop the flood because Edward Nashton would be SO vulnerable to casual conversations about hypothetical approaches to crime.

Philip Marlowe: I think Marlowe would kind of work his way backwards here. He'd get deep into the grime of Gotham, end up stopping a plot to flood the city, follow that up by an investigation into the mob and unconsummated sexual tension with Selina, just barely escape getting murdered by Falcone, get hit on the head by Cobblepot and have hallucinations involving penguins with umbrellas, then finally catch Edward Nashton, the petty little nobody who killed people to make himself feel like somebody.

Dale Cooper: This is a good case for Cooper, lots of subplots that lead into other subplots, nothing overtly supernatural but a vague general feeling of curses and doom. He would find deeper meaning in all the coded riddles that pointed to dark truths about the universe, topped off with dreams of cats and penguins doing his taxes. I sure hope the Riddler is willing to wait for all that before flooding the city, because Coop works at his own damn pace.

Hercule Poirot: I can see Poirot fitting in to the art deco Gotham of the animated series, but the modernist urban grime of the 2021 film is viscerally unpleasant to imagine him in. He could solve the riddles and aid the police, certainly, but more than any of the other detectives, my mind is rebelling against my attempts to imagine these people in the same room at the same time.

Sam Spade: Selina Kyle hires him to help get her friend out of a jam at the same time as Cobblepot hires him to get a few murders discreetly solved before the cops get too nosy, and then Falcone tries to have him whacked when he gets too close on both accounts. The Riddler would take him completely by surprise, but I'm having so much fun imagining Edward Nashton looking up at him with big Peter Lorre eyes and babbling about what crime really means that I'll allow him to at least stick around for that. I think he can get out of this still alive, but it would be a close call.

Kinsey Milhone: Why her, she wonders? Sure, she's a detective, but she's hardly a household name. She goes through all her files to see if this could be connected to anything she's ever worked on, and lo and behold, back when she was an insurance fraud investigator, they always worked with a forensic CPA named Edward Nashton. Now, what could have ever become of that guy...

Sherlock Holmes: Sherlock Holmes either immediately solves this or fails utterly, and it all comes down to how quickly you think he could decode things using a computer.

#great detectives series #the batman 2022

[slavicdollie]

Lin kuei movie headcanons 🎬🗡

As a film girlie I saw another user talking about how the Lin kuei brothers wouldn't really be into the mean girls so it made me think what kind of movies would they be into

Bi-han

I cannot picture this man being into comedies or romance, so if you're down for some 10 ways to lose a guy or the notebook enjoy watching that by yourself.

Comedies,no the only time we see this man crack a smile is when he's saying something snarky to his opponents in the intros.

Likes Quentin Tarantino movies like kill bill and inglorious bastards,not a big fan of pulp fiction because he thinks the characters and plot are silly but he enjoys the martial arts and revenge plots in other Quentin movies.

He will like movies where the main character is problematic but he doesn't understand that the audience isn't supposed to be rooting for them eg,scarface,taxi driver and joker(2019)

I also see him fucking with kung fu panda💀

Kuai liang

Similar to bi-han,can appreciate a good action movie but leans more towards movie's that make you think, such as interstellar, inception,shutter Island and the Truman show.

Definitely a Christopher nolan fan,I can see him liking the dark knight trilogy.

Unlike bi-han he would not put down watching a romance movie.

I see him enjoying 10 things I hate about you.

Unlike bi han he would watch films like scarface and taxi driver but criticize the main characters

Tomas

Opposite of bi han loves romcoms and classics.

I assume Johnny would def give tomas movie recommendations which consist of classics and action.

Doesn't like action as much as the others,I feel like Tomas's views are different from the other two men even though all of them basically grew up around violence Tomas uses films to escape from his real-life experiences.

Enjoys light hearted stuff with drama like Wes Anderson,he enjoys the cinematography of his films.

Not really a movie but he would watch sitcoms.

Enjoys movies like The royale Tenenbaums, the mask,Shrek 2

#mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 2023 #tomas vrbada #bi han sub zero #kuai liang #scorpion #mortal kombat headcanons

[lemotmo]

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I’m confused by the timing of it. Like if it was to move momentum forward you’d think it would have been after episode 4 or 5.

To announce a hey we’re going to be giving more focus on this relationship next season, it be after the finale.

But now it’s just…. it’s airing before the episode airs tonight so like…. They already have very little to talk about relationship wise, and removing episode 9 and anything that happens in it from being able to talk about gives them even less lol. And it’s also happening after Tommy hasn’t even been seen or mentioned once by anyone in the last two episodes?

I know we keep saying Tommy is a plot device but I wonder if Lou is “plot devicing” here, by which I mean it’s mostly going to be about bucks bi journey itself (which is what Tim and Oliver and hell sometimes Ryan oddly enough lol, keep focusing on) and since Tommy is currently part of it, Lou has to be there as well.

Ah Nonny! You speak my language well!

I was just thinking about this. The timing is off. Something is going on. What an odd moment to do promo for a couple that barely had 20 minutes of screentime. You would think they would do promo after the finale, assuming they would have had more scenes together and they would be more established.

I think there are two things that could be at play here:

It's good promo for more people to watch the penultimate episode. The bisexual Buck storyline has garnered some new viewers and since Tommy is part of his storyline (as a plot device to make him realise he is actually bisexual) he has to be there.

Something might actually happen between them that won't be so positive at all. Their relationship might take a hit or even a fall. So, they won't be established by the finale and they won't be able to do any promo for them anymore.

Personally I think it'll be a combination of both of the above. I could be wrong of course, but the way the promo of this season has been going (mostly Buddie-related) and the way Oliver refuses to promote Buck/Tommy (which is something he has done before because he doesn't want to lead the fans on) I have a pretty good feeling about this.

If I'm wrong about this? Well, there is always next season. I'm convinced that Buddie is in the works. Everything in the episodes and the way they portray Buck/Eddie and Tommy in their scenes, to the promo, to the strange social media postings (Vertigo poster), to the way Ryan talks about Eddie pressing a refresh button and the audience will get to know an unexplored side of Eddie? Yeah, I'm sorry, but I'm firmly seated on my Buddie-train. I've got a strong feeling that we're riding the Endgame Express at this point.

Sorry, not sorry. 🤷‍♀️

PS: Oh and Buddie peeps, don't let anyone tell you that you are delusional. We've been here for 6 seasons. We've seen it all. But this is different now. Buck is canonically bisexual. This is no more delusion or clown noses/clown cars situations anymore. Buck is bi and all the possibilities are open now. So yes, Buddie is definitely a viable and valid option. This is something that can happen. No more clown make-up for us!

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #Lou and Oliver interview #we are not delusional #it's all right there in the narrative

[ivyembracertifiedbitch]

FHJY Finale Thoughts: Episode 20

Disclaimer: I know I've been really negative about the last two episodes but I do actually have real criticisms, and I will try my best to not be just 'I hate this' about everything. No promises though. Also, none of this is hating the IH or Bleem. I respect that they're very fucking tired when shooting this and don't have a week in between episodes to think, and so these criticisms are made with that in mind. Also feel free to debate and discuss, I just wanted to share my opinions and try to pinpoint where the narrative went wrong, or where BLeeM could've made a better DM choice, but I love hearing other people's thoughts!

The Battle

The allies: Again, they have too many advantages! There is no concern here! Also, having the allies would've been more helpful at the beginning of the fight. Now? When half of The Rat Grinders are dead? When they've already hurt Porter and Jace? We know how this goes, just break out the champagne already. I appreciate that Brennan made it a Nat 20 check though, that was for me. (I do like the callback to the calling for Sklonda and the police from the freshman year finale.)

Served up a plate of redemption arc: Let's be clear here. Fig did not try to give Ruben redemption. She helped brutally kill his friends and told him 'join us or meet the same fate.' And he stuck to his guns. I'm positive that if the Bad Kids had been remorseful at all, then Ruben would've given it some serious consideration, but like this? No dice.

Kipperlilly Copperkettle: Fucking W's this entire battle. That speech Brennan gave was undeniably false and full of contradictions though. She is the definition of what Aguefort defines as a hero, but because she's antagonistic to the Bad Kids, suddenly she's a villain or boring. Also, no practical application? She dug up a teacher's grave! She killed Buddy! She might've killed more people! Her stealth is just that good that she wasn't seen at all this year! There's no world where anyone can reasonably say she has no practical application.

Mary Ann: Yeah, again. The fact that she's willingly taking 18d10 lava damage to try and kill Fig, this is undeniably a meltdown, and if anyone makes fun of it, I'm meeting them in the parking lot outside. Also, telling her she chose the wrong team, they don't know TRG! Those are her friends! How dare they say she chose the wrong team, they didn't even choose their team! Whatever!

Jace and Porter: Let's be honest for a minute here, without them in episode 20, I don't think I would've even had the strength to finish the episode. (My take on their dynamic is Jace is over here having sex with his coworker and then Porter rage stars him. And gives him 6/7 kids to watch over. Jace isn't getting paid enough for any of this. Porter chose him because he's really fucking angry under the cheerfulness, and that would be useful as a worshipper. And sometimes they fuck. Also, they hate each other.) They're literally divorcing during this fight but they were never married. They're so fun!

Squeem and Balthazar: I think the problem with this fight is that it didn't feel serious enough. There was no worry for the Bad Kids, we knew Porter and Jace would be taken out, we had a ton of allies, the victory was guaranteed and so no one was taking it seriously. Because of that, we kinda lost the plot. In past IH seasons, they've been pretty good about keeping the tone of the finale serious, if not a little goofy, and it feels odd to just have a ton of bits in the finale and then try to go into emotional shit. None of it matters! The plot was set up in earlier episodes, but we didn't give a shit about it here! (I have no problem with them being funny, this is the chill 'nothing's serious' season, but also we've been serious before! We've had plot before! It's just kinda disappointing. Also, I don't give a shit about Squeem or Balthazar at all because they were here for maybe 1 or 2 episodes)

Dispel magics: Given the way the finale goes, I'm glad they didn't just pull out dispel magics on The Rat Grinders (the whole 'rage stars completely take over you and change your personality' bullshit is not my vibe), and I'm taking it to mean dispel magics probably didn't work after you've had the rage star for too long, but why? They were just kids too! Operating under the rage stars! They didn't even try to un-ragify any of TRG! No fucking empathy to be seen in this house.

Agent Cuspin Clark: I get that he's one of Brennan's self-inserts, he's also a cop, and only funny as a bit. I want him dead.

Ankarna: I would've liked to have seen more of a split, like, Porter is here and calling on her as the goddess of War, and Fig's here calling on her as the goddess of Justice. I would've liked some back and forth between her and the two of them. Like Porter being like 'kill them all' and Ankarna agreeing and Fig asking 'is this just?' and Ankarna being split between the two. As above, so below.

Divine Intervention: I'll be honest, just a solid fuck no. Fuck. No. I'm aromantic, so maybe this is something funny for the allo's, but I genuinely don't understand why. First off, like maybe only 5% of teenagers actually care about their virginity. They're all too busy with other things to worry about if they've had sex or not, no-one cares. Second, the idea that you HAVE to lose your v-card sometimes feels like it's bordering on the edge of sexual coercion. Sex is great, no-one should feel like they have to lose their virginity, or like any of that fucking matters. (I'm not blaming Fabian or Mazey, or any of the other Bad Kids, (I have some really good Thoughts™ on Fabian and his relationship with sex re: Sophomore Year, but that's not for this post) I think they're just parroting what they've heard and they don't realize what they're doing, but still.) And the fact that it's posed as an injustice and not, y'know anything to do with his family, or him being a maximum legend, or hell, the fact that he's going to have a half-sibling that his mother is going to be present for? Sex isn't that important. Also, I know it's funny to have an extremely powerful goddess do something funny, but I think it's an injustice (lol) to Ankarna to have her care about specifically this. Also, Ankarna's not mad about him lying to her? About him trying to kill her?

Epilogue

Riz being unfair to Fig and Kristen: I don't honestly think Riz has been unfair to Fig and Kristen throughout this season. (Yes, I'm mad he didn't do more introspection about him and Kipperlilly being foils. No, this is separate from that). Like, maybe if he had been forcing them to do it all on their own, then yeah. But he's out here helping Kristen's campaigns. He's taking stress tokens so Kristen can pass. He's helping Fig manage her workload and figure out what she wants to do with classes. And he does need them to do well so he can go to college so if he's a little overbearing, who cares? (Yeah I really think he should've had some introspection on him being similar to Kipperlilly. Because prevent change? Promoting fairness has like nothing to do with preventing change.)

Vignettes: Those were sweet honestly. Not a lot of notes there, it is a HARD pivot from silly to emotional, but it's sweet once you get over that.

Ankarna: I get that it's comedy, and it's really fucking funny to have a goddess be really fucking powerful and then turn around and make her nice or whatever, but Ankarna's not going to be a chill god! Even when she's not the goddess of war and conquest, her domain is summer, justice, conviction. None of these things are chill! These are all intense things, and justice can be very black and white. I don't know, I'm just annoyed that there's this running trend of 'if you're a god of the Bad Kids then you're nice, and if not, then you're either a dick or a turncoat or useless.' Gods are gods. They're fucking neutral, and people are either going to like them or hate them or not give a shit about them, but none of that means they're good or bad. Also, Fig's worship of Ankarna, despite how sweet it seems, really does have the feeling of 'he doesn't know what's good for you, but I do, and it's what you want to be (provided you want to be the uncorrupted version of you).' Which is very terms and conditions, I want you to be you as long as you are "good."

Hypocrisy: It's really funny that in the middle of battle, it's 'brutally kill the kids, even once we realize that a dispel magic has a chance of removing the rage stars' and outside of battle it's 'people aren't just black and white. they can be bad but they don't deserve to get sliced in half.' This is the function of DnD, to kill the bad guys mercilessly, which means playing with foils and doubt and anger doesn't work with a 2 episode combat finale.

Kalina: She wasn't evil. She simply wasn't. She's a fucking familiar, and tied to Cassandra, and can't be evil. This is full retcon behavior, and it fucking sucks. I hate it.

Mary Ann: I will scream it to the fucking roof if I have to, just because she's autistic, does not mean she was unaware. Just because she followed along with the plan at first, doesn't mean she didn't stay with the group for three years, full of rage. She's not evil either, she's 17 and fully manipulated, just like the rest of TRG. Every single IH is being weird about her. (But slay, for voting for yourself.)

Henry: He loves his nephew! Why isn't he doing anything? And if he was here the entire time, what, he's just fine that Fig eternally damned Ruben? Get yourself a personality!

Lucy: One, I think it's really funny if Lucy does in fact have a mini crush on Kristen and that's part of why Kipperlilly hates Kristen so much. Two, I am a firm believer in Lucy having also, at the very least, disliked the Bad Kids so I'm not a fan of her in the finale episode. Also, she's allowed to be glad they were killed, they killed her first, but to make no mention of Kipperlilly not coming back? Just nothing? (I adore Lucy being Kipperlilly's best friend and also crush, and Kipperlilly being Lucy's crush but Ruben being her best friend. The implications.) There was so much emphasis put on her coming back that to just have like 10 seconds of conversation with her and move on, dead wife montage for real.

The Rage Stars: Nope. Nope. Fucking nope. Nope. Forgetting everything they did? Then who gives a shit? They're all fucking innocent and nothing matters and you brutally killed 6 teenagers for no fucking reason and everything's sunshine and unicorns. Just, every teenager is so fucking angry, and the fact of being a teenager is you have to deal with the consequences. So if you full on beat up a dude, you have to go to school with them until you graduate (they'll get over it in like a month). Like, in reality, the rage stars most likely just amplify any rage they actually have, but don't completely change their personality. This season is about 'chaos isn't cute anymore,' so to have TRG do a bunch of shit but face no consequences is. The themes guys, the themes! Also, the idea that Oisin and Ivy remember more because what, they were more willing to be angry? Every single one of them was willing to be angry. And Kipperlilly's dead! Staying dead! Because she "willingly" chose it? After being manipulated by an older teacher, who we know is charming enough to deceive Fig and Gorgug, how willing do you think it was? But whatever!

Refusing to bring back KLCK: Honestly, refusing to bring back Kipperlilly highlights the problem a lot of people have with mental disorders, which is that you can be mentally ill, as long as you NEVER hurt anyone, or as long as you don't have an "evil" disorder. I've seen a lot of people headcanon Kipperlilly with more demonized disorders (I've seen BPD, Bipolar, OCD (real OCD, not the romanticized bullshit), personally I think she's repping us NPD peeps, but they're all great headcanons) and I think it really speaks to the way that some people see certain disorders as evil. You can be mentally ill, but god forbid you need attention to be normal, or have intrusive thoughts about murdering your best friend, or etc etc. Y'know what? God forbid mentally ill people do a murder.

Mary Ann "Redemption?": Just full on. If Mary Ann/Gorgug have 0 haters, assume I'm fucking dead and there's no afterlife. First off, the Bad Kids have been weird to her all season. Half of them have been terrified of her, and calling her evil, for tackling Gorgug, in a game where the MAIN GOAL is to tackle your opponents!! The other half of them have been infantilizing her and acting like she had no choice in anything and was just forced to join TRG. So the idea that she'd be just cool with that, is only acceptable if we take the idea that losing the rage star means you lose all the memories of what you did under the rage star. Also, the idea that as a female character, she's only redeemable (to Gorgug) if she's a potential romantic interest strikes me as misogynistic. Like, no! Just let her be a friend! I'd take weird sidekick friend over Gorgug's girlfriend. (None of this is on Mary Ann, she can have whoever she wants. I don't like the Bad Kids' side of it).

Worshiping Cassankarna going viral: I know the problem at the start of this season was that Cassandra didn't have enough followers, but also like the first essay Kristen writes is about how not every religion needs to have a ton of followers. Isn't it more important that people believe strongly than that you're well-known? (Also, them getting on Tracker for backing her religion with money, but making her religion go viral is like. Double standards.)

Arianwen: She lost her magic. How is she able to be a powerful wizard at work in the forest without magic? (Adaine and Aelwyn do deserve to kill her though, as a treat!)

Telemaine Lomenelda: Right, so that weirdly pointed racist remark he made to Riz, we're just going to be cool with that? Also, to leave Wolfsong in charge of Kei Lumennura and then turn around and be like, Tracker's not in charge anymore. Who's running Kei Lumennura? Nara? Because the IH seem to think she's too stupid for anything.

The child: That child is not Fabian's nemesis, it is the other way around, and he slowly falls in love and keeps pushing the date where he fights the kid back and back until it's just a family joke at that point. Fight with the wall. (I know, comedy show, this one's just a complaint. I think it's more funny if the child full on loves Fabian and he's over here like 'I will kill you when you're 18. Now, time for a nap!')

Wolfsong and Tracker: My thoughts on Wolfsong are just. Tracker wasn't doing anything wrong with Wolfsong. It's not like she went to a place and said 'your religion is wrong, worship my superior religion'. Tracker is providing a different view on Galicaea and we know not every elf believes the way she does! But she's not telling them they're wrong, she's leaving them alone! And having a little money is not the worst thing. Giving people a free place to sleep and free food is not the worst thing in the world. And calling Wolfsong a cult when the Bad Kids walked in, got a tent and hot chocolate and were able to have fun despite not being believers? (I know they're Tracker's friend, hush) Like, she cares about people and she's giving them somewhere to go. And they're not in a basement covered in mosquito bites so is it all bad? It does feel like a nice 'gotcha' moment for the IH so they can be like 'we were right for completely distrusting our close friend and her religion and her girlfriend, because that's what good friends do!'

Girlfriends and exes: Look, if Tracker and Kristen want to be messy exes who get back together again, I'm fucking all for it. I love them in an off again on again situationship. I also love Gertie and Naradriel, and it really feels like this is just to reward Kristen, and not like, an actual decision Tracker would've made. Also, calling Naradriel stupid? I am always up to bat for her! I can not stop defending her or people will think she's just a dumb kid! I think Gertie should absolutely hold a grudge, but to make her be all 'you should've never kissed me if it wasn't going to be forever' and then everyone laughing at Gertie feels iffy. Because that is how it feels in high school, and obviously that's a stupid way of feeling, but it's equally real and valid. And also it feels like another 'gotcha!' moment for Kristen to be like 'yes, I'm hurting someone's feelings, but they're being weird about it so it's fine, and I'm still a good person.'

#for the 'which is fine's: i do genuinely think some of these choices were good character choices just not good narrative choices #i did like this season and up to the finale it actually seemed fun. i just think there was some problem with having three different #antagonists (1. the rat grinders 2. stress 3. jaceporter) and ankarna + cassandra's corruption as a plot point and trg being foils to the #bad kids as a plot point + their individual story arcs. it was all really ambitious and with the strike happening during i think it was too #much to put together in a good narrative under the deadline #but y'know. egg on my face for getting attached to the ''villain'' #the rat grinders #the bad kids #kristen applebees simulacrum #porter cliffbreaker #jace stardiamond #squeem fh #balthazar fh #ankarna fh #cassandra fh #mazey phaedra #kalina fh #henry hopclap #lucy frostblade #arianwen abernant #telemaine lomenelda #tracker o'shaughnessey #gertie bladeshield #princess naradriel #fhjy #mine

[ficsbyuzi]

All the ways lead to you - part 1

Characters: Aemond Targaryen, Inara Maegyr (Original female character) in a Modern HOTD AU

Warnings : FICTIONAL PLOTLINE. Established relationship. Me swooning over Aemond Targaryen and writing this🤭 Inara being a sweet and awesome girl.

Note: This post and that a mutual of mine (@/elegantsplendour) remarked that this fic series has 'Succession' vibes. I wasn't aware of the show when I wrote this last year, and I still haven't watched it. Any resemblance to its plot is purely coincidental. Everything that is going to be re-posted here, comes from my delulu mind.

Inara's thoughts and a little background about her are in italics.

Word count - 1.2k

"You know me, mom, I can't just start working in some random hospital as a junior doctor," Inara spoke to her mother on phone, cradling it between her ear and shoulder as she watered her kitchen plants on a Saturday afternoon, “I am trying to find a job where I can practice both medicine and my art.”

"Where on earth will you find such a job, Inara?" Her mom questioned disapprovingly. "You will soon be a licensed doctor and able to practice medicine. You should start with a clinician job and save up for your MD tuition."

"Let me at least try, Mum. Maybe I can join some makeup manufacturing labs or intern with those big-shot skincare providers."

Inara heard her mom sigh and tut in response to her plans, a reaction she was quite used to by now. Yet, the conviction in her voice didn't falter as she continued, "I will definitely enroll in an MD program. Don't worry.”

As long as Inara could remember, she had always loved makeup. Even as a child, she would rummage through her mom's makeup kits and spend hours in front of the mirror, painting her own face and sometimes her mother's.

Her parents always wished to see her in the white coat of a doctor - a dream she shared with them. Cracking the medical entrance exams straight out of high school was a cakewalk, her sharp intellect paving the way for her.

Despite plenty of medical schools in Essos, the allure of studying abroad was too strong and liberating. The prestige of the renowned Citadel Medical School in Westeros had captured her attention long ago, and securing a seat there felt like destiny fulfilled.

While medical school required her to focus entirely on classes and books, her creative side yearned for exploration. Her love for makeup never faded, and after dedicating half her life to studying, she decided to follow her heart. A heart that always danced between two worlds, two passions, yearning to embrace both simultaneously.

As soon as she adjusted to her new life on a foreign land, she enrolled into a weekend certification course near her medical school. And, thus began her journey towards becoming a rare combination of a licensed medical practitioner and a trained makeup artist.

Days blurred into nights as she balanced the demands of medical studies with the pursuit of her passion.

Six years flew by in a whirlwind of learning and she was now nearing the end of her curriculum. After the sixth and last month of her hospital training and formal graduation, she would be a licensed medical practitioner. Thanks to her dedication to both medicine and makeup, she now stood as a certified makeup artist, with an expertise in skin care and prosthetics.

After freelancing a bridal makeup assignment a couple of months ago, she decided to take a detour from a predictable route towards advanced degrees or clinical positions straight after college. She planned to give herself a year of exploration into other career options before enrolling into an MD in Dermatology. And so she made up her mind on freelancing or finding a job that could extend her stay in Westeros, thereby allowing her to save up for her MD.

"Anyway, you've been so busy with everything else, you haven't even thought about finding someone. You're not getting any younger!" Her mom steered the course of the conversation to the topic she dreaded the most.

Oh boy, here it comes!

The inevitable discussion about her biological clock and society's expectations for single women was about to begin.

"Mom, please, I'm twenty four, not forty four!"

"Yes, and about time you started thinking of settling down!"

Rolling her eyes, Inara let out a sharp sigh.

"I have chores to do, mum. I gotta go," she cut the conversation short, trying her best to hide her rising impatience, “Bye! Love you!”

"Fine, But please think about what I said. Love you. ”

After ending the call, Inara continued staring at her phone's home screen. Smiling faces of her family stared back.

Her mom’s words still lingered in her mind, as she made herself a cup of chamomile tea and settled herself infront of her laptop.

She sipped her tea, smiling and recalling her mom's statement about doing tons of different things at a time. She had always loved to hustle. And, she loved how chimeric her career goals were. It wasn't an easy road, but she was determined to make it work somehow. Career satisfaction had always been her first priority; finding someone to date or marry, wasn't.

Inara's attention snapped back to her laptop screen, her eyes widening as she noticed the fourth and fifth unread emails from the top. Both arrived around the same time from the job search website she had signed up for.

The subject of the first email read:

Requirement of an assistant make-up artist on an upcoming TV Show.

The second one read:

Requirement of a physician / medical officer(s) on a TV production.

Universe works in the strangest of ways. All you have to do is ask.

She quickly opened both emails in separate tabs. They were from the human resources department of a television production house in King’s Landing. A period drama based on mythological history was in pre-production, and the HR team was hiring people on contract basis.

As someone who rarely watched television,or movies, she chuckled at the thought of working on a TV production house. Nevertheless, she decided to give it a try. With a few quick clicks, she accessed the links for both the positions and uploaded her resume. As she crafted cover letters for each position, wishful thoughts surfaced again. She let out another exhilarating chuckle, as a wave of nervous excitement crawled down her spine.

How fun and cool it would be, if I could somehow do both the jobs simultaneously.

-

A week later, as Inara was on her way home from the hospital where she interned, her phone rang. Seeing a number with the King’s Landing code, she gasped.

With her heart alight with anticipation, she answered the call. Clearing her throat, she adopted her sweetest and most professional tone before greeting the caller.

"Hi, Dr. Maegyr, this is Stannis calling from the HR department at Red Keep Productions. We've shortlisted your resume for the opening we posted about. Will you be available for an interview next week?"

"Hello, Mr. Stannis. Sure, I...I will be available!" She tried her best to mask the excitement in her voice. "Uh, I applied for two positions. May I know which one I have been shortlisted for?"

"Dr. Maegyr, your profile is one of the most interesting we've received so far. You have been called to interview for both positions. I can't say with certainty right now if you'll be hired for one or both roles as that will be decided based on your performance in the interviews." She could sense his smile through the phone.

"Thank you," she mouthed, looking up, her amber eyes sparkling with gratitude.

---x----

Part 2

#aemond targaryen #aemond fanfiction #aemond one eye #modern aemond #modern hotd #modern au #hotd fanfic #prince aemond #aemond x reader #aemond x oc #aemond x you #Aemond x Inara #hotd fandom #aemond and alys #aemond x fem!reader #hotd aemond #aemond fluff #aemond smut #aemond angst #aemond fic #aemond x y/n #modern westeros

[gumnut-logic]

Lego Volcano (Part 3)

Alexander Sweetapple series | Lego Volcano - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Oh, look, there's more! I'm half vegetable, and this hasn't been read through by anyone but me, so don't expect much, but there is more :D

This one was sparked by @idontknowreallywhy, @sofasurf, @womble1 and @sailing-on-a-puddle and other wonderful Thunderfam peeps.

Many, many thanks to all of you who have read and supported this series of fics. You are all amazingly kind to me. And honestly, without you guys, there would be no Alexander Sweetapple ::hugs the lot of you::

I hope you enjoy this little bit.

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Gordon found Scott in his office.

The fact his brother was in this rarely used space and not in the comms room was a clear sign of just how messed up Scott was about the situation.

“What do you want, Gordon?” His brother did not even bother to look up.

Gordon let his shoulder drop against the door frame. “Alex is deployed and Thunderbird Two is finally resting.”

“Alex is not a piece of equipment.”

“Works like one. Has a defined use and can be applied as necessary.”

Scott looked up at Gordon, his blue eyes both tired and vibrant at the same time. “Your point?”

Gordon sighed and stepped into the room, absently shutting the door behind him before dropping himself into a chair. “Scooter, it was going to happen sometime.”

Those commanding eyebrows narrowed on him. “What exactly?”

“Well, when boy meets boy…”

“Gordon.” Scott looked back down at whatever he was doing.

“…when boy meets boy, his…needs change.”

His brother ignored him, fixating his glare on whatever poor Tracy Industries department was being sacrificed to his mood.

Gordon held back another sigh. “Scott, you can’t be everything for everyone.”

Still Scott didn’t look up, but Gordon could see his reaction. But only because he knew his big brother so well. Not as well as Virgil, but he would have to do.

“He still loves you.”

That did it. “I know that.”

“Alex is going to butt in on your turf, it is inevitable. Virgil needs to live his own life.”

Blue blazed at him. “I know that, too. What do you take me for? I’m happy for him. We all are.”

Gordon pressed his lips together. “Yes, we are.” He stared at his loving big brother.

Gordon had been watching him over the past few months. Scott had been ecstatic that Virgil had finally found someone. He had encouraged, even plotted at times to make sure Alex and Virgil had time together and there were as many obstacles obliterated as possible, damn the ramifications.

Scott would do anything for his brothers.

But recently the result had come home to roost. There was only so much time in the day, and while Virgil used to spend the majority of it with his family, now Alex was cutting into that.

And time with Scott was part of the sacrifice.

Gordon was ever aware of the bond that existed between his two eldest brothers. It was so strong it sometimes breached the supernatural with that ability of theirs to speak to each other without speaking. The way they worked and supported each other was a symbiosis of the two men.

But now there were three, and Alex, whether he knew it or not, had become part of that equation.

And the sums were no longer solving to the perfect numbers Scott was used to.

“Gordon, I have work to do.” His tone was so tired.

“When do you not?”

Scott looked up, sharp. “What do you mean by that?” There was an edge in his voice.

Gordon groaned. “You know that’s not what I meant. You do us proud on a daily basis. You look after all of us.” He let out a breath, knowing he was about to waste a whole lot more. “You need time for you.”

Scott rolled his eyes. “I’m fine.”

“I disagree.”

It was Scott’s turn to groan. “Gordon-“

“You deserve happiness as much as any of us, Scott. Please don’t forget that.” To make sure he had the last word, he stood up, and strode out of his brother’s office.

And tried not to grind the enamel off his teeth.

It turned out that he definitely needed to save up some teeth to grind, because three days later, in true solidarity with his eldest younger brother, Scott collapsed with a fever.

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Next

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #gordon tracy #scott tracy #alexander sweetapple #nuttyfic

[ninthcircleofprythian]

Unbound

Part 2 - Don't Pull Away

Series Summary - Not having a mating bond didn't stop the love Azriel and Celeste have for each other or their commitment. When an unknown magic lingering from Celeste's past causes her to lose all memories of the last century, will they be able to rebuild their life without a bond tethering them together?

Word Count - 3.2k

Warnings - angst, emotional turmoil (Az), mentions of past abuse, fade to black scene

Author's Notes - this continues the background portion of the series (one more after this before we get into the main portion of the plot)

Part 1

Keeping their courtship a secret for as long as they had certainly hadn’t been easy, especially since their two closest friends were mated to each other. When Celeste had broached the topic of breaking the news of their courtship months ago, he had rebuffed the suggestion.

“I’m not ready. Not just yet,” he had stated.

“Why?” she questioned seriously. “It’s been nearly six months since we’ve become serious, even longer if we count all the dates we went on before then. I’m not sure we will be able to hide it for much longer.”

She had started masking her scent in public after they had spent time with each other and suggested he should do the same. It was an idea she sprouted all on her own, but his emotions about it were complicated. 

There was no sadness in her tone, just curiosity. She had learned very quickly that Azriel was an extremely private male and sharing his feelings didn’t come easy to him. She never pushed too hard or pried too deeply until she was sure he was ready. 

“Nesta keeps trying to set me up on dates and I’m running out of excuses.” She saw him bristle at the thought before adding, “Plus, I don’t really like lying to my friend.”

Azriel’s skin felt tight at the mention of her dating other males. He had met a few of the casual dates of her past after Nesta had paired Celeste up before he had started courting her. Nesta’s choice in her own mate was infinitely better than the taste she had in choosing for her friends.

“I-I don’t know,” he stammered, the shadows tightening around his hand in nearly one fluid sheet as he flexed his hands into fist. “I’m just–I’m scared.” He sighed heavily, avoiding her eyes.

“Of what?” Celeste asked softly. While Azriel was definitely a private soul, Celeste was much more direct. She was gentle and empathetic but if she wanted to know something, she asked. It was something Az was still very much getting used to. She hardly ever skirted around things which was probably why her and Nesta had become such fast friends. 

“I don’t really know. It’s just-” the words seemed to escape him and the whiffs of chatter the shadows kept swirling around his ears didn’t help. His brain felt like a tangle of knots. 

“I think you do know. It’s in there,” Celeste leaned forward from where she sat on the sofa next to him, feet tucked under her and facing him, her knees pressed into his hip as she reached a hand forward and laid it on his chest. “Take your time.” She peered at him casually as if they had all the time in the world, head resting on her fist as her arm was propped on the sofa back.

Azriel stared down at the hand on his chest and watched as his shadows abandoned their perch along his ears and whirled in a pulsing ring around her wrist. He wasn’t sure if the hard thud of his pulse was because of Celeste’s proximity or her questioning. He centered his breathing to the shadow’s beat before trying again. “I’m scared because – once it’s out there we can’t take it back.” He met her hooded focus with a watery look of his own. Her countenance didn’t flinch. She understood what he wasn’t saying but guided him anyway.

“Would you want to? Take it back?” Her thumb began a slow rhythm against his shirtfront in time with the shadows that still lingered there. 

“No,” he answered hastily. “No, of course not. But–once we put it out there–” Azriel attempted to center his breaths again but only ended up with one shuddering inhale. “Once it’s out there it can be taken away.”

Celeste let him collect his focus for a moment. After a pause in silence she moved her hand from his chest and drew one finger down the side of his jaw, applying slight pressure to get him to turn to her. “Azriel,” she breathed out and he shuddered, his wings shaking the furniture. “It could be taken away now too.” 

The thought so simple, so plain and obvious now that it was spoken aloud, had never occurred to him. The idea that keeping this a secret meant it was safe and protected fractured in his mind. His eyes widened and she resumed the pacing of her thumb, this time along his cheek. 

“Just because we keep it hidden doesn’t mean it can’t be taken away from us,” she continued gently. “If a time of hardship happens to come, wouldn’t you want to suffer with people around who love you rather than suffering alone?” She had ceased her movements, the shadows stilling at the same second she did. 

Azriel sat there feeling like she had just broken open his chest and read the darkness inside like a book, a feeling he was very much not used to. Suffering alone was all he had known. The only suffering he shared, the only suffering he had done with others was because something happened to them collectively and even then he avoided sharing his own grief. Anything that had ever happened to him and him alone was always insulated. Always his and no one else’s. 

Celeste had known where to pluck out that mess of knots from because she had once battled the same fight. She had been subjected to terrible things at Tyrik’s hand in the past and then left alone and broken. Suffering in isolation with no one to console or comfort her had nearly been as hard as the physical healing. The life she was leading now, the one she had nearly lost her life for, was once her greatest wish. The friends and family she was now surrounded with had been what brought her that inner peace. Without them she didn’t want to imagine the mess of a person she could have become. 

Azriel’s focus zoned out while he pulled on that mind tangle Celeste had brought to the surface, feeling for the loose end with which to unravel it. She swore she could almost hear the gears working in his mind.

“There it is,” she whispered softly against his other cheek. “I told you it was in there,” she held herself there, Azriel feeling her warm breath brush across his face before she placed a gentle kiss to the spot and sat up straight.

“We can wait,” She stated matter of factly. “We don’t have to tell anyone just yet.”

Two days later, Azriel was sent up to Windhaven for an extended trip. This was the same place that had brought him so much suffering in his early life but also brought him so much joy in bringing him his brothers. The juxtaposition had always been a confusing one to Azriel, but usually when the feelings cropped up he had just ignored them. Shoved them deep down inside that darkness to examine later. Often, later never came. This time however, the chasm that Celeste had ripped open was still raw and shoving those creeping feelings down did nothing but to spit them back out from where she had read him. 

For the entirety of the first week, he took to the training ring every morning and every night, pushing himself against the wall of exhaustion with defense and weapons and weight training. When that didn’t work he laid in bed at night and held that tangle in his mind’s eye, just staring at it until sleep took him. 

Nearly three weeks into his stay, Celeste had arrived for a healer camp rotation. Azriel had been shocked to see the outline of her ample frame trudging alongside Rhys from the camp boundary where they had winnowed in. 

Seeing as the attitude towards females in the war camp wasn’t exactly welcoming, chaperones were a required necessity for all healers rotating through the camps. Azriel had stepped in to shadow Celeste on all her patient visits. 

“Your camp rotation wasn’t for another two months.” He pointed out when they were alone the next morning in the rickety cabin that was used as a clinic. Celeste was shuffling around preparing supplies, laying out bandages and tonics on a tray. 

“Well,” she said with her back facing him. “When you didn’t come home I figured I would come to you.”

Home. The word made that chasm in his chest twitch. 

“I told you I was staying longer.” He said from the corner where he had been for the last hour.  “You really didn’t need to change your schedule for me.”

Celeste had turned now to face him, staring directly into his eyes unflinching. “Yeah, a note. I have to miss our date this weekend. I am needed here a bit longer. I’ll be in touch. You got your point across alright.”

He had no response to that but his mouth twitched as he noticed her disappointment in his silence. Approaching him slowly from across the room, she placed her hand directly over the raw soul wound he could still feel inside him.

“Don’t push me away, Az.” She started softly as she leaned into her hand and tilted her head back to keep his gaze. “Take whatever time you need to work out whatever it is running through your head but please–please don’t pull away. Not from me.”

Celeste calling him out was never comfortable and she certainly had a knack for doing it. Rhys and Cassian loved him as a brother. Az knew that without a doubt but even they let him push away and isolate whenever his head became too loud with the thoughts he didn’t want to face. They didn’t poke and question. Celeste on the other hand spoke those thoughts aloud. She prodded deftly and guided gently. Pushing her away was the last thing Azriel wanted. He wanted her close by at all times, within his sight and tucked into his arms. He wanted all her mornings and afternoons and nights, especially her nights, for the rest of his days.

He spent his next few days at the camp standing quietly in her company, watching her nimble hands set bones, dress wounds and offer soothing touches of comfort. Often he noticed, when her work allowed them to reside in close enough quarters, that his shadows had begun choosing to gather around her remedying presence rather than swirl around in his brooding aura.

One afternoon, as Celeste had just dismissed the last patient from the clinic cabin, she began tidying up and gathering her supplies to prepare for the next day.

“Sometimes I wonder why we even have camp rotations,” she pondered aloud. “Most of the injuries I treat here aren’t accidents and most of the patients only allow me to treat the most severe ones.”

The patient she had just dismissed had done just that. Coming in for a shredded wing, he had an obviously broken arm in a dirty sling. The splint taped around his forearm had clearly been rushed and the bone badly set. But he had just clutched the arm tightly to his abdomen, outright refusing Celeste’s offer to access and reset it. “Just the wing,” he had said, the most important thing to an Illyrian aside from his siphons.

“It’s to teach them a lesson,” Azriel answered in monotone from the corner, shadows nearly obscuring him from view. 

“And what kind of lesson is that?” Celeste responded snidely, not bothering to look up from her duty. “That they can be broken in more ways than one?”

He knew instantly that she was hinting pointedly at her own experience with being broken. In more ways than one. Azriel didn’t answer as he worked to tamp down the anger at the thought. His wings twitched with tension as that tangle bumped against the shields of his mind. 

After a beat of silence she added, peering over into that darkened corner. “And do you agree with their teaching methods?” 

Her eye line didn’t waver as she waited for his response, even as the shadows thickened and briefly covered him completely.

How could he defend the brutality that bred fierce warriors and the violence that taught them to exact their powers into weapons? How could he defend that as one of the warriors who knew first hand, to his sweet Celeste who had experienced the same treatment for different reasons? But were the reasons really that different? In both cases the desired result was the same - obedience. In the end he had come out a soldier, but Celeste had just ended up broken. His feelings about Windhaven had been conflicted since childhood but adding Celeste into the equation had made them impossible. The tangle inside his head slammed against the obsidian fortress of his mind.

“No. I don’t.” His quiet answer seemed to satisfy her although her face remained furrowed in thought. 

A long tense bout of silence stretched between them with only the sound of her shuffling as she rolled bandages, the sun settling lower in the sky outside the window.

“Is that what happened to your hands?” She broke the silence, her voice strained.  “A lesson?” Her own hands had stilled before her but her head remained staring at the table. 

An unnaturally eerie stillness permeated not just his body, but the entire room. The shadows had revealed him fully and rushed to swirl madly around the hands she spoke of. He was unaware of how long it took him to answer. 

“No,” Azriel finally uttered gruffly, crossing his arms over his chest to hide the swirling shadows. “That was my brothers.”

Through all the time they had known each other and throughout their courtship of the last months, Celeste had never commented on or shied away from his brutal scars. She often stroked a touch over them or swept her thumb across them, following their grooves with a finger like reading words on a page, but she had never asked about them. 

Seeing the brief confusion flash over her features he quickly added. “Not them. Not Rhys and Cas.” He cleared his throat thickly. “My real brothers. Half-brothers.”

She didn’t ask any more questions of his confession, instead she looked at him pointedly and said, “From what I see, Cas and Rhys are the only real brothers.” 

That night he had laid there staring at the ceiling unable to sleep, the mess of a tangle laying squarely in his mind’s eye. At some point he gave up on contemplating the knots and decided instead to start pulling. Pulling and twisting and feeling. The things that surfaced inside him had been buried for so long that they had grown fangs. Fangs and claws and venom. As he pulled on that gods forsaken loose end, those wretched things followed, but as they emerged into the light that Celeste’s chasm had created, he began to see they weren’t so fearsome after all. Even though they snapped and snarled, hissed and spit, Azriel could feel that they would be able to be tamed in time. They didn’t need to be defeated. They were just as scared as he was. They had only grown fangs because he had refused them the kindness of trying and instead shoved them away. 

After what felt like an eternity, he had laid there in the barely lightening hours of pre-dawn, holding up that loose end, the tangle no longer a tangle but now just a string, and he had cried. Huge heaving sobs wracking his body and bringing him to his knees.

Oblivious to the time Azriel trekked the distance to the healer's quarters and banged the side of his fist upon the door. It took a few minutes for Celeste to rouse herself from sleep before the door cracked open a fraction and her velvety dark eyes peered out. 

“Az?” she questioned as she pulled the door fully open. “What’s wrong? What’s happened?” She stood there clasping her robe closed and taking in his appearance. His face was tense and rubbed swollen from crying, eyes red and puffy. The wind had ravaged his hair into a mess of dark curls falling into his face and the look in his hazel eyes was stricken. 

She grabbed his wrist and pulled him over the threshold, “Az, tell me you are alright,” she reached up to grab his face between her hands, forcing him to look at her. “Are you hurt?” The warmth of her touch banished the cold.

Still no answer left him, instead he mirrored her movement, grabbing her face in his ridged hands. She gasped from the shock of the wind ravaged chill that seeped into her skin, the shadows adding to her startle with a misty chill of their own as they seeped from his fingertips and down the back of her neck. Before she could close her mouth he swept his head down and claimed a hard sensual kiss. 

He felt the heat of her face flood under his palms as a fierce color rose to her cheeks and it was his turn to gasp. She responded with a tenderly soft flick of her tongue against his teeth, sinking into his body and her hands slipping to his chest as she continued to reciprocate his kiss. 

Reluctantly, Azriel pulled back and seared into her gaze with a determined look. 

“I’m ready,” he said, his voice rasped from crying.

She shimmied against him with a gentle pressure from her thigh to the front of him. “I can tell,” she panted out a laugh.

“No – that’s not what–”

“I know what you meant,” she breathed out in another whispery laugh. “But for now–for just this minute–it can wait,” and she pushed the door closed, tightly shutting out the cold night wind. 

As the fateful hour of Solstice dinner approached, Celeste stood adjusting the silver fabric of her dress inside the closet-sized bathroom of her apartment. Selecting a glittering pair of dangling starry earrings, she tilted her head and began placing them in her ears.

“Mmm,” a sultry purr rumbled from behind her. “You look amazing in that.” Azriel slipped in behind her having just returned from his trip to his townhouse. With an arm around her waist he tucked his wings as tight as they would go in the cramped space. With her hair swept up and pinned into a loose pile, he couldn’t resist nuzzling into her exposed neck. Shadows began lazily exploring the twists and turns of her hair strands, landing curiously around her hairpins as he voiced, “I’m heading out now.”

“Okay,” she said, tilting her head to lean into his. “I’ll be behind you shortly. I just have to pick up the last part of your gift on the way.”

“Hmm,’ he purred again, propping his chin on her shoulder. “I thought I knew what my gift was already.”

“Believe it or not,” she smiled brightly in the mirror's reflection. “Even the famed spymaster of the Night Court can still be surprised.”

“Famed huh?” he chuckled into her ear lightly. 

A shiver ran down her spine as she swatted at the side of his face teasingly. “Go already. You’re going to be late.” Az released his arm from her waist and straightened as smoothly as he could in the close quarters. 

“We are moving you out of here. Tomorrow. First thing in the morning," he said with irritation as his wing bumped against the door.

Celeste’s merry laugh filled the small space with sound. “Yeah, the Illyrian compliant apartments were a bit out of my price range,” she jested.

With Az still taking up the doorway it was impossible to turn around to face him. Celeste instead caught his attention in the mirror, “Az,” she paused as his eyes met her reflection. “I love you.”

She saw muscles of his face relax and soften from the usually neutral expression as a sweet smile spread, reaching his eyes with a crinkle. “I love you too, Celeste.”

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[knifearo]

Hellooo! I'm a movie fanatic but every movie I seem to find has atleast a side plot of romance and I can't relate for some aromantical reason. Do you have any recommendations for movies that don't have any romance in the plot?

ough dude i'm with you the search for ANYTHING non-romantic is so frustrating. unfortunately for the sake of this ask i don't actually like watching movies that much so i don't have many recommendations and i definitely won't promise to have anything new but! i will tell you movies that i like that happen not to have nonromantic plots :)

clue (1985) is a favorite of mine forever. it does not have any romance, but what it DOES have are (mentioned) sex scandals, clever wordplay, several murdered husbands, and tim curry playing a silly little guy :) what else could you need. movie of all time

going through my netflix for anything else... to my memory the old guard (2020) does not have any romantic subplots in it!!! those immortal bitches have other shit on their hands. if there's romance it is a long time ago. definitely a movie i enjoyed :)

man i just do not watch movies. action movies sometimes just do not have the time for romance which is nice... snowpiercer maybe? would say that john wick has a lovely lack of romantic involvement except that the whole series starts with his wife dying but. if you can stand him grieving his lost love and then having no romantic attachment to anyone else he kills a lot of people and gets a dog :) some really lovely platonic relationships in that film series to me.

nope (the movie)?

what we do in the shadows (the movie) doesn't have anything in it i think! just fun vampire times, to my memory.

that's all i got, friend... aro people please drop recs in the notes. your service is needed here. this is what community is for (providing good movie recs) <2

#sorry i could not be of more help. i am notoriously bad at watching things fdjghsd #aromantic #aromanticism #arospec #talking #aroace #aspec #asks

[spielzeugkaiser]

hi, first off i really love your art. the h/c and warmth really hit me where i live and your illustration style is fantastic. lately i've been obsessed with the post where an unwell milek thinks geralt will leave him behind. was that an ingrained insecurity, assuming his super-witcher dad wouldn't have time for a sickly human kid?

[MASTERPOST] - Ahh, thank you for the ask! Yes, this scene.. I actually saw this a bit differently! It's not about Milek fearing Geralt will leave him behind, he actually wants him to. They need to find his Pa!! I think he often feels like a burden; Jaskier knows this, but Geralt isn't aware of this yet. Milek just wants to pull his weight, especially with Jaskier. A little sneak peak to their struggles regarding this:

Meanwhile Jaskier continues to struggle with his omega status.

#jaskier #the witcher #geraskier lovechild #julian alfred pankratz #omegaverse #there are various things happening here! a. Milek never really had to fear that Jaskier would leave him he knows he never ever would #b. Jaskier said again and again that he'll always care for him and loves him and that he doesn't have to pull any weight at all #c. Jaskier actually became the parent that just wants his kid to be educated and study and learn #(maybe because he knows Milek won't be able to do hard labour but also because he knows what Milek really wants to do) #(filed under: things I haven't drawn yet but they had their big fallout because of oxenfurt and university - things to come in the future) #d. Milek has watched Jaskier working his ass off in various jobs that he didn't like #(and he thinks that prostitution is the worst but only because they didn't properly talk about it before) #e. Jaskier is struggling with how he is percieved - which I think was never that much on his mind when he was travelling with Geralt #being a carefree bard and giving everyone the middlefinger who had some wrong ideas about what he could do and what not #but this is definitely an AU in which he doesn't have a good relationship with his father and he can still hear him say he'll become #'an unbonded omega with a bastard child working on the streets' and I think sometimes it gets to him #(because Jaskier is king of hating his parents ever being right about him) #that Jaskier kind of wants to spare Milek and quietly hopes we won't become an omega - even if he feels bad about it - shall become plot #(one dayyyy) #anyway that was a very long rant about Mileks complex relationship with him feeling like a burden

[jasperthehatchet]

I dont usually write posts about critical role but this episode did things to me and I have to talk about it right now right now right now don't mind me just yelling into the ether for a minute

the last half hour of ep77 just made me love Ashton (really everyone) so much more. They're being an INCONSIDERATE DICKSHIT and a HYPOCRITE with a MARTYR COMPLEX who makes HORRIBLE DECISIONS yesss gimme the complicated relationship dynamics and the morally gray moments AND THE ANGST. There's gonna be some good ass roleplay moments from this I feel it in my bones and it's gonna be DELICIOUS. Hey ashton greymoore my beloved shithead what is wrong with you <3

And it was such a sweet thing to look at Ashley Johnson/fearne and say "I see you don't want the shard and I want you to keep your characters agency I will take it" but then they were a fuckhead about it!!! Literally did a nice thing in the most fucked up way possible that it circled around to being terrible. I love that!!! Say what you will about this episode but by god is it entertaining. I ship callowmoore even more now that they have shit to work through. I love complicated relationships in fiction I am living!!!!

(i genuinely didn't like the very real tension at the table and had to skip it on Thursday night but! Im excited anyways!!! I'm having the time of my life)

Anyway <3 i love this show thanks for reading

#writing this partly because i knew immediately after watching there would be disk horse. i dont know about yall but im having a blast #like i totally understand that so many people are very attached to these characters and we want the best for them #i feel that way too. but im also seeing posts from people genuinely so mad at not only ashton but taliesin jaffe as well?? #I understand if youre upset about what they did but!!! so much Good Shit is gonna come out of this #good roleplay moments and angst and weird mechanics and its gonna impact the plot on the moon and angst and changes in character dynamics #and angst. #critical role #cr spoilers #critical role spoilers #critrole spoilers #ashton greymoore #fearne calloway #callowmoore #cr3 ep77 #ep77 #i will admit that if ashton had died i would've definitely been so upset and mad i wont lie. like im not gonna pretend i wouldve accepted it #but still. i respect everyone at the table too much to genuinely be upset with any of them for their character decisions #y'know