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bigbrainkatrina · 10 months

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Check the Name - a Kim Possible fanfic

“Besides, I am an evil genius, I can work out the — what are you doing?”

Without a word, Kim input a password that immediately opened the door. Drakken’s jaw dropped as she rested her knuckles against her hips. “Coco Moo?” she chided.

Drakken bit his tongue and walked into the next room, grumbling all the kids-these-days and why-I-oughttas. Kim strutted into the room to find it nearly empty, the dusty cavern only home to a refrigerator and a rusty Li’l Diablos toy, left over from the invasion one year back.

“Surprised?” Drakken asked with glee, immediately heading to the fridge.

“Not really, I figured this would be the last one,” Kim sighed. “You really should of given this back to Global Justice.”

“Along with my other toys?” he smirked.

“Fair enough,” she shot back.

“I really don’t see the point of all this.” Dr. Drakken grumbled as he lead Kimberly Ann Possible down the cobwebb lined hallways to one of his many defunct lairs. Not braving to make eye contact with the girl, he insisted on throwing his deep villainous voice down the halls. He may not have rolled with the baddies anymore, but that didn’t mean he needed to be nice to the gal who strong-armed that transition into him. “You’ve proven many times over to me Kimberly Ann that you really are all that.” “Uh huh, tell me more about myself,” Kim grinned sharply, dressed in a tight black tank-top and gray cargo shorts, hair tied back into a ponytail, bangs pinned back. Her well-toned arms glistened with far more sweat than Brick Flagg ever gathered from playing football. To reach the bad doctor’s lair, Kim opted to scale the entire cliff face without any assistant from volunteer drivers or even Wade’s ahead-of-its-time equipment. This visit was off-the-books from Team Possible, so she needed it to be lowkey as possible, and of course she was never one to scoff at a challenge. “Ugh,” Drakken rolled his eyes, voice raising into a shrill register that had previously been reserved only for Shego. “Your generation is so self-obsessed. It’s just me! me! me! all the time.” “Yep, sounds about right,” Kim sighed. The first few times they engaged in the art of long-form banter, she quickly understood why Shego had stuck by ol’ Drew Lipsky’s side for so long; it was fun to get a rise out of him. But then after some time, it became draining and she understood why she vanished without a trace after the Lowardian Invasion. “Why back in my day,” Drakken gestured towards himself, still not looking back to Kim, which was good because she was checking her messages on the Kimmunicator. One from Ron and one from Wade. Ron [8:42PM] Hey, KP. It’s pretty late, you planning on turning in tonight?

Wade [5:18PM] Kim, you know how I feel about you going off the grid like this. “Ooooooh, you’re on your phone now?!” Drakken snapped, tired eyes finally falling onto her. He plucked the Kimmunicator from her hands and dropped it into his lab-coat. “Not on my time Possible.” She smirked. It was for the best, and he knew that as much as she did. “So how was the memoir writing today?” Drakken’s sneer fluttered into an excitable grin. “Ooh! Today I was hot! I did a whole chapter on the time I used Time Travel to become The Supreme One and take over the world!” “Yeah — pretty sure that never happened.” Drakken waved his finger in the air, stopping right before a three foot thick steel door, “Nyaaah! You wouldn’t remember — it was time travel after all” He crossed his arms defiantly. “Riiiiight,” Kim drawled, strutting past Drakken and over to the console. “Besides, I am an evil genius, I can work out the — what are you doing?” Without a word, Kim input a password that immediately opened the door. Drakken’s jaw dropped as she rested her knuckles against her hips. “Coco Moo?” she chided. Drakken bit his tongue and walked into the next room, grumbling all the kids-these-days and why-I-oughttas. Kim strutted into the room to find it nearly empty, the dusty cavern only home to a refrigerator and a rusty Li’l Diablos toy, left over from the invasion one year back. “Surprised?” Drakken asked with glee, immediately heading to the fridge. “Not really, I figured this would be the last one,” Kim sighed. “You really should of given this back to Global Justice.” “Along with my other toys?” he smirked. “Fair enough,” she shot back. This had been going on for a month now. The week before was an entire army of Bebe-Bots. The week before that was a surprisingly effective combination of the Ron-Man muscle ring, his world saving plant cocotion, Brainwashing Shampoo, and the Attitudinator. And the week before that was the Pans-Dimensional-Vortex-Inducer which Drakken couldn’t figure out how to work it so Kim ended up just ghostwriting a chapter of It was a Tuesday.... Aside from those, every other outsourced invention had been returned to its original owner. The handful of original Drakken-opuses were donated to Global Justice. It was part of his deal with GJ to stay out of prison. Kim, being GJ’s summer intern, was tasked with weekly check-ins to make sure the Bad Doctor was holding to his word. “Go ahead, knock yourself out,” Drakken smirked, immediately diving to rummage through the fridge. The little yellow eyes of the toy glowed and within seconds Kim went from needing to squint to stepping out of the monstrosity’s shadow. The Diablos quickly raised its claw and fired off a laser at Kim. Grinning, Kim vaulted backwards just in time to watch the green light smash bits of cement across the room. “It is set to non-lethal, right?” Kim raised an eyebrow. “Ooooh,” Drakken practically fluttered, despite the loose flap of swiss cheese in his mouth and the tightly lidded pickle jar nearly slipping out of his grip. “Guy tries to take over the world for three years and you still can’t let it go!” “Sure,” Kim drawled, somersaulting away from another beam. “Well call me over if you need help with Operation Gherkin over there.” “Ooh! The mouth on you!” A lot had changed in the past month, so it was relaxing to have some familiarity locked in with someone. Her muscles pulled taut as she flipped around the room, only able to navigate the perimeter. Had Ron been at her side, this would have been an easy takedown, but he wasn’t there; she needed him not to be.

“You really think I’m ready KP?” Kim entered the bedroom expecting to see Ron tapped out for the night, but instead found him still in street clothes, sitting on the bedside. “I mean, I’ve gone solo before, but this is — ” he rubbed his wrist. “ — different.” “Of course you are, Ron. You’ve always been ready,” she grinned, squeezing his hand and she could feel the immediate release of tension. Ron rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s just kind of a bummer that — ya know — me fulfilling my potential and everything also means —” “Trust me, I know.”

Kim’s body roared for relief as she vaulted away from beam after beam, but to stop would mean getting nailed by the scathing energy and this bot was showing no signs of stopping, which meant she couldn’t either. But to evade every blast was realistically going to wear her out. She was only human. Unlike her Mystical Monkey Power Master boyfriend, and if Ron was there in her place, the battle would be over in seconds. Kim grimaced, knowing that the only way to get out of this was to let go of her fear and learn a harsh lesson in how to take a hit. Kim ducked inward, bee-lining for the center where the Li’l Diablos soullessly stared back at her. She saw the green glow ignite on the claw and leapt into the air, just in time for the laser to nail her in the back. Her chest heaved as her hands braced herself for impact with the floor. She flipped her hair out of her eyes and darted ahead, finally able to slip past the fire of the Diablos. As it lowered its claw to line up the best shot, Kim was just skimming ahead. She nearly collapsed from exhaustion when she reached the leg of the Diablos, leaning against the steel for support. The robot twisted in a circle, cannon pointed down as she danced with its movements, again staying out of range. Finally, she could think straight. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, briefly acknowledging the searing pain in her back. She was so not looking forward to having to clean up the wounds later. Wounds that would need to be kept private from Ron. “Hey Drakken!” Kim cried out, “What?” he snapped, pickle jar still wedged between his arm, an almost finished sandwich dangling from his mouth. “Hold that pose,” Kim smirked, kicking off one of her combat boots. Drakken raised an eyebrow as he tried to put two and two together, but by the time he figured it out, Kim’s plan was already in motion. Carefully lining up the shot, Kim tossed her boot into the air and the Li’l Diablos’s cannon swung up and fired a beam, incinerating the poor shoe. But the beam showed no signs of stopping and flew across the room, striking the lid of Drakken’s pickle jar, and bounced back, destroying the cannon in one earth shattering kaboom. She let out a very tangible sigh of relief; strategy like that before was only something that came out of Ron’s buffoonery, but now she was doing it in her own little solo act. And with that the game was finally on. She didn’t want to let her nerves get her so with nary a thought, she rolled out from under the robot, turning on her heel and flipped backwards, just barely avoiding a quick swing from the now smoking Diablos. She landed with her feet firmly planted, teeth ground so tightly together that she needed to remember to loosen her jaw, or she’d wake up the next day with a head ache. Drakken leaned back against the fridge, forgoing the pickles, because he was about to see quite the show. Kim pounced forward, ducking below another swing, and then flipped into the air, successfully landing on the Diablos’ arm in a move that by the way — won the cheer regionals. Rearing back, she wrapped her gloved hands firmly around the steel lining as it attempted to throw her off, and in a brief lapse from the bot, she launched herself once again into the air and onto the helm. Briefly, this was a victorious moment but then she remembered that she actually had no idea how she was going to take this thing down. Unlike before, there was no big radio tower to destroy which meant — She cringed. Looking down, she saw a tiny hole at the top of the helm that was the size of say — a naked mole rat. But without any weapons, her best bet at the moment was to maybe aggressively shove a hair tie down there, but that was dumb. “It is this, right?” she asked Drakken with a dumbfounded expression. He nodded back solemnly. “Well, happy birthday to — ” Before she could finish, the Diablos managed to wriggle her off the top and while she was still mid-air, before she could have the dignity of ground level, the robot whirled around and spiked her straight into the cement. The claw ripped into her already scorched back and she tumbled against the floor, elbow arched dangerously over her shoulder as she glared up. She could feel the sting of blood seeping through her tank top and knew that she would need to construct quite a tale to explain this injury away to Ron, and he had already been surprisingly skeptical. She leered up at this monstrosity towering over her and easily imagined Drakken reaching for the remote to end the fight. “Don’t you dare,” she shouted in a steady voice. “You — Kimberly Ann — I wasn’t thinking!” he sputtered, “You can’t beat this thing on your own — it’s impossible!” “Yeah?” Kim grinned. “Well check the name.” She could do anything; it was her tagline, and while it was an exaggeration far from the truth, it made her feel sick to her stomach to pale before the mission. The Diablos didn’t hesitate in stabbing straight ahead, Kim narrowly avoiding the jab by stumbling to the side. Before the claw retracted, she leapt forward and grabbed onto the claw and once again found herself on top the bot. She couldn’t give up now; no way no how. And she leaped off the claw and over to the still smoldering cannon, and reaching her hands into the ashy mess and before long, she found herself pulling HARD on a rusted pole that was left sticking out of the bot. Fortunately, the pole held her down as the robot rampaged around the room. She let up on her pull and focused more on her little rodeo show. Because to do anything else would kill her probably. She needed to see Ron that night. Yes, she was really, really late, but she couldn’t just not see his face. This was for him. For them really. Warhok was going to mount her as a trophy. She could have failed the entire world, but fortunately that was the same moment Ron stepped up his game. Warhok tossed her aside like a rag-doll, eager for an actual challenge she couldn’t provide. Yes, she had saved Ron’s life many times before and he was so due for one, but that didn’t make this any easier. She really hoped he would understand, and in a one second long lapse of swinging from the Diablo, the pain crawled back in fast, and she pounced one final time back to the top of the robot and with perfect precision, she jammed that pole down that stupid robot’s Empire styled thermal exhaust port. She could audibly hear the behemoth shutting down before it collapsed onto the ground below. Body now screaming for a hot bath and some tender self-care, she was once again leaning against the pole, this time unable to stand. “Wow, that was pretty good I gotta say, Doc,” Kim heaved but Drakken didn’t seem impressed. If anything, he looked more nervous than anything. Kim narrowed her eyes. “Don’t tell me there’s mor—” And then her head was sent throbbing by a very well-aimed kicked to her temple. Somehow a foot had slipped through that tiny hole, knocked away the pole, and connected with her face. She rocked backwards and fell off the bot and flat on her back to find herself staring up at the ominous figure of the alleged pilot of the Diablo — “Hello Kim,” he said in his crisp preppy voice. “You remember me right? Your boyfriend? Eric?” Kim’s eyes immediately dug deep into Drakken’s soul. “No, sorry, I’d rather call you Synthrone 901,” she said more to the room than anyone in it. “Also what? He was alive?” “I — uh — ” Drakken had to put his sandwich down for this. “Reinvented him? Thought it’d be good for your fighter’s spirit? Heh?” Kim rolled her eyes from the bad doctor over to Eric. “Yeah, I’m surprised you didn’t do it earlier,” she admitted. “Good plot, Doc.” Eric dropped down to the floor, arms raised and ready to brawl. “So you’re dating that loser now, huh?” “Yeah. He actually saved the world.” Eric’s eyes widened in surprise and he looked over to Drakken for confirmation, but before he could — “Your dad saved the world too,” Kim’s smile nearly cracked her face in two and Eric shook his head and as Drakken tried to object, he got sentenced with a deathly Talk to the hand, a childish move that would’ve made anyone shake their hand in second-hand embarrassment. Anyone but Drew Lipsky. You know what they say though: like father like son. “So Kim, you’re fighting old enemies to make up for your humiliating defeat at the hands of the Lowardians?” Eric cocked his head. “Interesting.” “No, I’m doing it for me,” she growled, leaning back on her heel. “And I could say the same for you.” Eric’s brow furrowed and she wondered how on earth she could have ever been attracted to this scumbag. “Yes, I guess I am,” his voice was ice cold. “But I didn’t want this. I’m not real, I don’t feel desire towards — anyone really. Says a lot about you though. About what depths you’ll sink to.” Kim grimaced. “You fell for me hook, line, and sinker,” Eric’s pretty boy allure became distorted in the building rage lines on his contorted face, like Dorian Gray finally morphing into his his horrific portrait. “And then, so broken hearted by little ol’ me, you rebound to that loser and now you’re torturing him with our lies.” Kim screamed and despite her burning joints, somersaulted towards Eric and crashed both fists right his big dumb charming head. He doubled back and looked up to her with a deathly glint in those black eyes and just like he had done to Ron that night one year ago, he twisted his skull back into shape. “Oh you don’t have a chance against me Kim, not like this,” and he grabbed the pole Kim used to shut down the Diablos, and slammed into her jaw, sending her crumpling to the floor. She wiped the blood from her mouth and stood tall before him. “I will stop you,” but she wasn’t so sure about that yet. No tools, her only weapons her body, but her flesh was blunt and no good against a Synthodrone. “Drakken, I think you overdid this one a little.” “Overcompensating more like it,” Eric’s brilliant teeth. “He’s been so mad about his complete failure to kill you that — ” “Not kill! I’d never!” Drakken declared. “I just didn’t think — ” “You didn’t. And now a broken Kim Possible needs to take me on or die. You scared?” His high voice was once endearing, but in this moment it was the stuff of nightmares. Eric was one of her most ruthless enemies yet; he had no compassion for human life and was fully willing to get inside Kim Possible’s little high school head and — break her. “No.” Kim snarked and spun on her heel, swinging a punch at Eric’s head, cracking his cranium so hard that it doubled over his neck, and with it came the same disturbing retraction as his body contorted back into shape. He swung his leg clean into her job, sending her spiraling away. He then lunged forward, gripped her by the underarms, and ran his knee into her back. “You thought you were all that Kim Possible,” he hissed. “But you’re not not!” “You even talk like him,” Kim groaned through the pain, trying to wrench herself away from Eric, her footwork throwing the two into a sort of dance; much like Prom. The boy had so few memories to him, it made sense that he was so eerily close to rekindling that old passion. Her knees felt weak. “Do you think what you’re doing is healthy, Kim?” Eric chided, kicking her in the back, sending her face-first into the floor. Before she could response, he crunched his foot against her spine, holding her firmly into the dust. “You’ve been upstaged by a buffoon — face it. The world doesn’t need you anymore.” Kim looked over to Drakken; he hadn’t even touched his ham and cheese sandwich he was so concerned. “You must have such an ego to do all this just to hold the spotlight on you a little longer,” Eric chortled, lips just touching her ear. She could smell the stench of his inner syntho-goo. “Why not just give up? Face the facts. You did your part to save the world; you created Ron Stoppable.” Her face flushed with both shame and rage. It had been so easy to zero her ego when working along someone like Ron, a humble guy who longed for the simple things in life. But now that he was a titan everyone was running scared from? Her foot twisted from Eric’s hold and nailed him in the chin. She rolled out from under him, and flipped off the floor and back to her feet. Eric looked back up to her with the same cocky expression, slowly rising back up. “You can’t stop me, Kim,” Eric laughed. “You’ll never stop anyone again.” And before she could strategize, he charged at her again in an onslaught that only pushed her back and drained more of her energy. Meanwhile, he showed no signs of stopping. If Ron were there, he would work some monkey magic and plow his fist so hard into Eric that it would break that stupid suit, and with his hand plugged into the monster’s torso, he would ignite his magic and burn away all the Syntho-Goo. It’d be over in seconds. Even Rufus would fair better than Kim. He would just bite into the man once and he would be ruined. But Kim didn’t have magic or any of it. She only had her body, her wits, and her will. And nowadays, all that mattered was her will to keep going, to never give up. Kim didn’t tell Ron because she couldn’t stomach the failure, but it wasn’t her decision to split Team Possible and to send Ron on solo missions of a higher scale.

“Kim, we’re worried about you,” Betty Director said after one particularly rough outing in the Middle East. “You come back to us every time in serious need of hospitalization.” Kim looked at her blood-soaked abdomen she had hid from Ron long enough to get back to HQ. “I know.” “We’re going to have to separate you two,” Betty looked away. “I know that hurts, but you can’t keep up with him, and it’s holding him back.” Kim knew she was right and she choked back tears. When her eyes opened, she saw Betty looking right at her, hand resting on her knee. “He’s not your distraction any more than you are his muscle. Things change.”

And from then on, Ron was sent off on secret missions Kim couldn’t even know about, whereas she kept working against the usual baddies like Motor Ed, Dementor, and Duff Killigan. But the fun that went into those battles was gone and it felt more like she was going through the motions than anything else. Kim growled and wrapped her legs around Eric’s waist, grabbing his head again and twisting it so hard that once again his neck snapped. As his arms tried to tear her off him, she kept twisting the head until the neck was thin enough to fit into her palm of her hand. She gnashed her teeth in delight as his smooth skin twisted and knotting under her rough fingers. She pressed tightly, draining the syntho-goo from his head and pushing it past the knot. Not pleasant to look at, but it let her drag his writhing hand up to the rope-like appendage she molded his head into, and in one swoop, she knotted the two together and let go of him. Eric roared, trying to untie himself but to no avail. He couldn’t see anything with his head bent so uncomfortably behind him. She watched, goosebumps sizzling over her body, as his chest and lower body ballooned with the new flow of syntho-go. “I’m going to kill you, Kim,” he said in a cold voice. “No. You won’t.” And she drove her foot into the chest, into this influx of goo, and because of the fluctuating pressure in his body, she popped him. A massive hole ripped into his chest and he moaned as he hobbled towards her before collapsing on the floor just like he did one year ago. It was silent for some time. “Wow,” Drakken finally let out, shoving the sandwich into his mouth. “Thanks, Doc,” Kim sighed, walking up to Drakken and unexpectedly giving him a hug. “You know, I was really worried about your memoir. But you’re pretty good with dialog.” Drakken raised an eyebrow. Kim smiled. “C’mon, you’re not going to try to convince me that you didn’t write what Eric just said, yeah?” Drakken rolled his eyes, but she saw a purple hue come into his high cheekbones. “Yeah, I — I thought it’d be good for you to hear that.” “It was,” although she didn’t want to admit that. “Guess it’s good he was the last one, huh?”

Drakken couldn’t think of anything to say so he just nodded. Kim couldn’t think of anything either, so instead she pulled the butter knife out from the mayonnaise jar and chopped Drakken’s beefy sandwich in two. “Hey! That’s mine!” Drakken sobbed. Kim gave him a stern look. “Drew you eat this whole thing and you’re going to start looking like DNAmy.” “What? With the gorilla hands?” he smirked. Kim rolled her eyes and reached for the pickle jar and ended Operation Gherkin with one flick of the wrist. She tossed the scorched lid to the floor and smacked some pickles onto her sandwich. Drakken could barely speak. “Thanks,” Kim said without making eye contact. “I can’t believe I’m saying this to you but — ” She froze, trying to rearrange the words so they wouldn’t too mushy for her former nemesis. “Kimberly Ann,” Drakken decreed, setting the sandwich down. “You’re like a daughter to me. You don’t have to say it.” “Thanks,” she quickly snipped before biting the sandwich. “I hate to admit to being a snoop but I looked at your beep-mes — ” Drakken started. “ — text messages,” Kim corrected softly. “Mm — that’s such a literal name for them, you kids have no imagination,” he frowned. “But I saw the text message from whatshisname and wanted to let you know that they’re letting me keep the hovercraft if you want a ride back home so you can see him tonight.” Kim had to stop her automatic refusal so she could listen to her body. She hadn’t been this tired since her under-aged self pushed a very little girl to the limits to start up Team Possible. She looked up to Drakken with a wry smile. “I have an idea.” Drakken blinked. “Kimberly Ann — haven’t you — ” She pressed a finger to his lips. “After I finish my internship, I want to break ties with GJ. I like freelancing more. It’s not going to be a popular decision, but it’s happening and — we might lose some contacts.” Drakken didn’t quite understand. “Which is bad because our operation has expanded and — uh,” Kim cocked her head. “Wade’s gonna need some help to keep up with everything.” “Ooooooooooh,” Drakken leaned back. “Are you sure?” “Yeah! I want your imagination,” Kim smiled and for the first time ever, Drakken noticed the lines in her face and how human she was. Her cheeks were straining to keep that smile afloat, otherwise she’d cry. “Deal,” Drakken shook Kim’s hand and then dove into the pickle jar. “Spankin’!” Kim chimed and chowed down on her sandwich. When they both wiped the mustard stains from their lips, Kim locked eyes with the bad doctor once again. “And as your first task with Team Possible, I would love for you to escort me home. Please and thank you.”

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papirouge · 1 year

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Papi I need to vent!!!

I was checking out the new street fighter and somehow I ended up in this website where people were criticising this new character whos an african american woman, saying how she was super ugly and just forced diversity. They swore that they were not racist, but the way they worded things obviously revealed that they were, talking about how she was an stereotype and how offended black people should be because of such an ugly black character. But i researched her a little and literally the development team got help and advice from actual black employers from Capcom to create this character (Kimberly).

And some other people were complaining about how censored the female characters were, how they fell for the feminist/sjw brainwash, and that they would not buy the game if it stayed like that. Mmh, some of these characters literally have their titties out, super exagerated hour glass figures and angles focusing on their asses and all, and super tight clothing, like what the fuck are they talking about??

I went to other threads and they were talking about the new little mermaid movie, and obviously were talking about how ugly the actress was, how wokism ruins everything, and how redheads needed representation too but were all being replaced by black actors. Also a lot of comments about how the progressives hate redheads the most because they represent the 'most special type of white' (aka theyre rare). Never heard that one before.

They also discussed the new peter pan movie, revealed to contain a black Tinkerbell, and obviously lots of racists comm3nts that i dont wish to repeat. Some even talked about the japanese trailer (some are obssesed with anime and j-videogames as they consider asian media clear of wokeism), and many jap fans hated it and a commenter even said how some people were calling her 'kuronbo-bell', which apparently is the japanese word for the n-word?

Many threads too about how unattractive some female characters were nowadays, and when some commenters responded that not every female character needed to make their pp hard, they went in rants about how they didnt need to make them ugly either to be inclusive, that theres nothing wrong with male sexuality, and that they were being censored. Some of these 'unattractive' characters they were talking about were tweens...

ugh, anyways this became too long. Sorry for vomiting all over your inbox papi :( i wanted to say more but this is enough.

damn girl... what type of tragic internet gutter are you wandering through?🫠

rule #1: the internet is NOT safe and for your own mental safety you'd better learn to simply ignore & avoid those spaces where this breed of demons like to vent their putrid opinions away - especially if you're a Black woman.

some other people were complaining about how censored the female characters were, how they fell for the feminist/sjw brainwash

That's the thing with coomers/gamebro: they think they pornfried expectations for women is the standards, and anyone remotely critical of this entitled of having female characters NOT sexualized is a woke/feminist/leftist agenda. But there totally isn't an agenda to sexualize women of course.... I remember an idiotic french youtuber who said he felt uncomfortable watching Nightmare on Elm Street 2 because the male main character because there was a whole homoerotic depiction around him (idk if the male producer of that movie was gay..) - which made sense, because as a straight male, you're not comfortable having to deal with a sexualized gaze on another male. The problem is just a few minutes late, when he was talking about Nightmare on Elm Street 3, he was rejoicing because "finally I can see BOOBS!!".....and I was like OKAY BUT WOULD IT OCCUR TO YOU WHY YOU FEEL ENTITLED TO SEE A SEXUALIZED WOMAN WHILE BEING UNCOMFORTABLE WATCHING A SEXUALIZED MAN???

and how redheads needed representation too but were all being replaced by black actors. Also a lot of comments about how the progressives hate redheads the most because they represent the 'most special type of white' (aka theyre rare).

this dude was typically the kind of youtubro to whine about w0kiSm and how female character are becoming too chaste and ugly...the truth is for these men, women feelings will never be valid - only theirs. A woman being uncomfortable seeing another woman naked & sexualized ? feminist/wokism/jealousy, etc etc A man uncomfortable watching another man naked and sexualized? valid & rational argument in a movie critic. These men are clowns.

They will gaslight everyone calling women emotional but watch them having no consistency in their opinions whatsoever, and hiding themselves behind a cringe contrarian/anti system posturing

Men -and especially- anti-feminist/pseudo anti system/contrarian male youtuber are the most emotionally driven (FYI the french youtuber ended up kicking me out of his channel discord group bc I embarrassed him after I said he was "overreacting" after he took personally something I said that wasn't specifically directed at him💀) and intellectually inconsistent people EVER. You should never take anything they have to say about female representation seriously.

LMAO the projection of it all. Aren't the WHITE THEMSELVES been clowning and discriminating for centuries redhead for being dirty, stinky and being witch? That's ain't the fault of no Black people. Same can be said about blond btw. Blacks NEVER went out of their way to create a whole narrative about blondes being dumb, bimbo, etc.... THE WHITES DID IT TO THEMSELVES. But somehow that's the Muh w0KiSt fault now? As I always said, "woke has become a hollow buzzword not meaning anything anymore.

They also discussed the new peter pan movie, revealed to contain a black Tinkerbell, and obviously lots of racists comments that i dont wish to repeat. Some even talked about the japanese trailer (some are obssesed with anime and j-videogames as they consider asian media clear of wokeism), and many jap fans hated it and a commenter even said how some people were calling her 'kuronbo-bell', which apparently is the japanese word for the n-word?

Funny how they didn't have the same energy to call for "sticking to the material" when the previous Peter Pan movie got Tiger Lily whitewashed (played by Rooney Mara) but as I said, those people are not consistent ¯_(ツ)_/¯

The white dudebros elevating Japan as a holy land deprived of wokism are up for a huge wake up call when they realize that there's a growing amount of celebrities openly gays/crossdresssing (Matsuko Deluxe, Peey, Kemio, Ryuchell, etc.) and even more so calling for gay marriage and overall improvement of gay rights lol When I was booking for my acomodation in Tokyo, I was also surprised to see how the city had entire hotels dedicated for Muslim tourists, which is according to those white dudebro would be unthinkable in a land free of wokism and muslim invaders... Tokyo is more "inclusive" & progressive than these White anti want to admit, but narrative.....

when some commenters responded that not every female character needed to make their pp hard, they went in rants about how they didnt need to make them ugly either to be inclusive, that theres nothing wrong with male sexuality

I'm absolutely not surprised by Japanese dudebro joining in to dunk on Black tinkerbell. Black people know that we don't have no allies - especially among unmelanated people. Never forget Japan sided with the Nazi. They have that demonic racial supremacist rot in them. There's no wonder many White nationalist LOVE larping behind Japanese imperialism - when real Japanese imperialist wouldn't spit on a White gaijin even if they were on fire... They are sooo delusional~ but I guess thei obsession to dunk on Black people with ANYONE is enough for them. The world is truly obsessed with is, that's quite insane.

I also remember an article saying how Japanese people, who are culturally wired to fit in, get extremely influenced whenever they get in touch with foreigners. That's why you'll see them catch up Conservative talking points & opinions whenever they mingle with them - and do THE MOST.

That being said, it's pretty ironic to see Japan being so cranky about seeing race swap favoring of Black people when they themselves cast their own domestic Japanese actors in foreigner role. The "Shingeki no Kyojin" movie was super cringe because you had those blonde aired German named characters (in the manga) you assumed all along would be bulky 7 foot good Aryans....being played by 5'7 Japanese twinks, I- They REALLY should sit that one out and be quiet. We all know if Ariel was played by a Japanese woman they would be honored. The world is just mad that Black women get POSITIVE representation, that's all.

lmao but no one says they are "ugly" beside them, so why making it everyone's problem and make a such a fuss over their fee fees being hurt? A non sexualize character isn't "inclusive" - it's just being normal. Do these scrote go outside and scream at women not wearing revealing outfits that they are trying so hard to be "inclusive"?? NOT BEING SEXUAL IS THE NORM - VIDEO GAMES/MOVIES DOING NON SEXUALIZED CHARACTER IS JUST A REFLECTION OF A STANDARD. SEXUALIZING CHARACTER IS ACTUALLY AN AGENDA PANDERING TO MALE SEXUALITY. Jeez, the cumbrain energy is HUGE on this one.

#answered #papi truths

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★ | continuing the bloodline.

sypnosis ; in which skylar cromwell tells his friend, aileen mosheyev, to not fuck with his big brother. quite literally.

CONTENT WARNING ! — dead dove: do not eat, mentioned breeding, incest, pedophilia, abortion is mentioned; only for a brief moment, trans character ( ftm ), mentioned necrophilia; only for a moment, implied cheating, gossip girl side character, hoe side character, she fucked with her married math prof. cus' she got serious daddy issues, skylar's age is never mentioned, but he's 18 here.

☆ | SAUV SPEAKS : everything is a work of fiction and is not condoned in real life ( except abortion. women have the right to do whatever the fuck they want with their body, men without uteruses are not allowed to have an opinion for it. ) hate comments will be ignored, criticism is welcomed but don't be surprised if i can't follow your advice cause i'm stupid as hell. as always, you know the drill; FEMALE ALIGNED ( SHE/HER , SHE/THEY , SHE/HIM ) DNI | MINORS DNI | FUJO/FUDANSHIS DNI OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

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"huh." skylar stared at his friend, the popsicle in hand he was about to taste froze as his mouth hanged open in disbelief. "what? no. you can't date my brother."

"why not?" aileen says, the tube of ice cream on her lap was left unopened as the black haired female with dyed pink tips snatched the remote beside him, the brown haired male shot her a look at the action as aileen made herself comfortable on her bed as she opens the tab for netflix. "your brother isn't dating anyone, is he?"

"no." skylar scoffed, shoving the blue berry flavored popsicle in his mouth, giving it a couple soft sucks as he pops it out to speak. "he's literally 24, len."

"so? i'll be 18 in a couple of months!" complained aileen as she raised her hands in mock surrender as she scrolls through different shows on the screen. "what do you think should we watch today?"

"right from the get-go, please." skylar politely asked. "and by months you mean next year?" skylar not so politely asked as he deadpanned.

"c'mon dude..." aileen rolls her eyes as she scrolls through her "just watched" watchlist. "i hooked up with our math prof and you didn't say anything about it."

"that's because you were failing math, aileen!"

"that is that, and this is this, okay?" aileen innocently bats her annoyingly long and thick natural eyelids at skylar's direction. "besides, professor calesttor has a third leg for a dick. i could've been on a wheelchair if it weren't for his wife suddenly coming home. ugh."

skylar rolls his eyes as he continues to eat his popsicle as aileen finally clicks on the movie. "poor mrs. thatcher..."

"you act as if mrs. kimberly hadn't purposely gone off their kitchen alarm for that one firefighter dude to come impregnate her on their backyard."

"that was a rumor, len."

"a rumor i made." giggled aileen as she shoves a spoon full of mocha ice cream in her mouth, groaning at the taste. "fuck—this tastes so goooooood."

"uhuh. my point still stands." skylar adjusted the glasses on his nose as he points his popsicle accusingly at his friend. "stay away from my brother."

"fine, fine." aileen sighed, waving him off with her silver spoon. "only 'cause it's you asking, and he really isn't my type anyway. he's only hot because he's got a ring lip piercing." aileen also added, "and 'cause he's like—your brother. i wouldn't have bat an eye at his direction if he wasn't anyway."

"is that supposed to be a complement?" skylar mumbled as aileen winks. they both returned their focus on the movie, skylar's mind wandering for a bit before he shoves the thought behind his head. that problem could be handled later, anyway. right now, he was with his safe place, aileen, and that's all that matters.

skylar's silent moans was muffled by his pillow, the pink vibrating dildo his friend 'accidentally' left at his house was shoved in his cunt, the echoing slaps of skin and his brother's balls slapping against his clit was making skylar dizzy.

"mm, didn't i tell you to come back home after school? hm?" his brother's breath hitched when skylar gave his dick a quick squeeze as his hips thrusted upwards, hand on the back of skylar's neck and his other pressing on his brother's slim stomach. "i told you already, didn't i? still, you never listen to your big brother."

cael hissed as his younger brother's ass continue to pull him deeper, and deeper, desperately trying to keep him there as cael speeds up his thrusts. skylar could only let out silent screams as his eyes lose focus and his saliva coating his brother's pillows wet. "aileen's her name—oh, fuck—right?"

skylar didn't answer, fists balling the sheets as the overwhelming pleasure consumes him. cael tilted his head as he grips his hair and pulls skylar's head away from the pillow, his glasses tilting on his nose as his tounge lolls out. "hey, bitch, answer me."

"noo..." skylar sobs, the hand that was previously on her stomach was now pushing the base of the vibrator deeper into his cunt as he archs his back, letting out a quiet keen as cael frowns. "don't—ngh, don't touch her—"

"i didn't say anything about touching her, though?" cael groans, leaning his head back as his throat bobs up and down from the moans he's been letting out. the feeling of his brother's ass devouring him and his pussy getting beat by his friend's own vibrator was making him want to fuck skylar silly until all he could do was lay there and get pregnant.

"oh fuck—shit." cael whimpers, his back hunching down as he pressed his chest against skylar's smooth back, his white tee still on. skylar's ass feels so good.

while his brother was enjoying himself at the thought of getting his brother pregnant and fucking him while he's on labor, skylar was worried about aileen. why did he mention her? he didn't want aileen to get tied up with his brother's psychotic behavior—he will deal with the problem himself. last time his brother brought a 16 year old home, she had to get an abortion. which ended up killing both the unborn fetus and her because the people who performed the abortion weren't professionals and because the girl had to do it secretly in fear of her parents knowing.

cael and her relationship wasn't public, mainly because of the big age gap, so cael wasn't scorned for, blamed at, and imprisoned. he got to live his life normally, without any sort of guilt. it simply repulsed skylar. to share the same blood as someone like him...

skylar wasn't exactly innocent either. he'd been forced to stay silent because his brother threatened to tell eveyone that skylar wasn't fully a a boy. a man with no balls, no dick, no proper body hair, and that skylar wasn't a boy.

see, skylar hadn't told anyone that he is trans. not even his new found friend, aileen. he constantly lived in fear after witnessing other people die simply because of it, he didn't want to be like them. he didn't want to end up like them. dead, killed with no remorse, simply because they were finally comfortable in their own skin.

skylar and cael's parents were never around. they were working overseas as accountants. cael was given the task to take care of young skylar, but he hadn't exactly done what he was told to. he was always out of the house, and if he was home there would be a girl on his dick, or he'd brought home his friends to get high, or he'd get drunk and jerk off in the living room, not caring if skylar were to walk in on him.

cael cromwell wasn't a good big brother, nor was he a better older brother figure. he was a very, very, very bad man. constantly preying on girls who barely have gone through their puberty, a voilent person who does not like being told what to do, and yet... it was all hidden behind his nice guy facade... the... "i love my brother." facade...

he loved his little brother too much.

"skylar?—shit, don't you dare fucking pass out." scowled cael. the messy haired raven noticed that his brother was a little too quiet and unresponsive to his touches. he hadn't got to cum yet, you don't get to pass out now, skylar.

cael rose his body as he places his hands on skylar's hips, a shadow loomed on his face as his piercing green eyes dig holes onto the back of skylar's head, daring him to stop breathing. his thrusting stopped as he raises his dominant hand, swinging it down on skylar's ass as a loud 'slap!' bounced on cael's thick bedroom walls, soundblockers placed on the corners of his room to prevent any sounds from reaching outside their precious home that could alert their pesky neighborhood.

still, no response.

cael was beginning to be annoyed, irritated as brings another hand to slap his brother's ass. and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again.

he'd slap him until his palm hurt as cael begins to soften inside him. now fully irritated, the male scowls as he clucthes a handful of soft brown hair and tilts his brother's head to face him.

skylar's eyes were closed, his breathing was normal. this fucker fell asleep.

cael grips his hair tightly as he scans his face for any signs of discomfort, save for the scrunched up look, he seemed okay. must've dozed off, but he was pale. definitely fainted.

cael considers bashing his head on the bedframe and continue raping his corpse but he disregards the idea immediately. his brother will not die without him. he will not leave him. cael will decide whether or not to, because he simply is his big brother, and because it is his duty to stay by his side, and skylar cannot leave his side. he can't leave him.

so being the wonderful big brother he is, he pulls out and turns off the vibrating dildo in his cunt and pulls it out gently and throwing it at his laundry pile, carries skylar towards the bathroom and gives him and himself a nice warm bath to help him sleep or stay asleep, clothed skylar in his clothes ( boxer and t shirt only ) as cael throws on a new clean shirt.

he checks the AC to see if it was just the right temperature his brother would always set it at and place his brother on the messy bed, pulling the covers over their bodies as cael snuggles his precious brother close to him, inhaling his scent deeply before getting hard again.

cael looks at the hardened organ and sighed, brushing some of the stray locks gently falling on skylar's now peaceful face, soft snores coming from him means he must be having a nice dream. a nice dream with his big brother, he hopes.

oh well, why hope when you can do it yourself? cael thought as he reaches down to remove the underwear getting in the way of his brother's pretty cunt. silly cael, why dress your brother when you're just going to take it off him!

well that's because cael is a good big brother who takes care of his younger brother. a good big brother who shoves his dick inside his brother's used and sore cunt. a good big brother who uses his brother's cunt as a cockwarmer to help him sleep. a good big brother who dreams to impregnate his younger brother's womb and make them, their children, fuck their mother as they grow old, too.

oh well, cael's got to continue the bloodline somehow, right?

౨ৎ sauv speaks: problematic shit posted on tumblr stays in tumblr

#🐰ྀི@sauv.hffp #ocxoc #male oc #dead dove do not eat #uh #original character #orignal character smut

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sharperthewriter · 1 year

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Chapter 10 of Roneo and Kimliet

Chapter 10

(Feb 8, 2006, 7pm)

The Possibles, Ron, and Rufus had finished their meals at Bueno Nacho and were putting their trays up. Then, the familiar four-beep tone of the Kimmunicator sounded.

Beep-beep-be-beep

"I'll get that!"Kim said, instinctively, picked the device up.

"Hey, Wade! What's the sitch!"

"Hey, Kim! We got a hit on the site from the Louvre in Paris!" Wade explained on why he beeped in, "Several of the artworks from the museum have been stolen!"

"Whoa! France! I totally love their French toast, KP!" Ron exclaimed.

"I do not believe that is where that type of bread comes from, Ron." Kim muttered.

"Can you get me the deets on what was stolen so far?" Kim asked.

"Global Justice will fill you in. You should be accessing their Bueno Nacho pneumo tubes right about..." Wade replied before clear tubes suddenly appeared out of the ground, encapsulating Kim, Ron, and Rufus.

"...now."

James and Ann smiled at their daughter.

"You go get them, Kimberly!" James said, pumping his fist.

"Just simply knock on our bedroom door as you always do once you get back from your mission!" Ann replied.

"And Ronald, bring back some croissants for us!" James added.

"Sure can do, MrDrP!" Ron said before the tubes sucked them into the ground.

(7:10pm)

The tubes finally reached one of the many underground lairs of Global Justice. They opened up for both Kim and Ron. Kim stepped out of it easily but Ron tripped on his untied shoelaces and nearly fell face-first into the ground before stepping out normally.

"Whew! Avoided disaster there, KP!" he smiled.

"Ron, you are one of a kind!" Kim laughed before a familiar face approached the pair.

"Kim Possible and the former subject of the Ron Factor, Mr. Ron Stoppable!" Betty Director said before the two.

"Look at me, Kim! I'm getting recognition!" Ron beamed with pride.

"Ugh...don't remind me." Kim muttered from the time that she and Betty had to rescue Ron from the clutches of Sheldon Director, known as Gemini, and the Worldwide Evil Empire or WEE for short.

"I am glad that we contacted you two on such short notice." Betty said. "Follow me to the meeting room where I will brief you two on the art theft."

_ After a few minutes, the three of them reached the conference room.

"So what exactly was stolen, Dr. Director?" Kim asked.

Betty turned on the overhead projector, which was similar to the ones that Kim sometimes saw at Middleton High.

"According to reports from local police and INTERPOL, there were actually four things that was stolen on the night of February 5, at 2am local time, from the Louvre" Betty said as she activated a remote that showed a picture of the Lovure.

"The four things that were stolen were two statues and two paintings." she continued to explain as she showed a picture of the paintings and statues from the projector

"The Coronation of Napoleon , the Wedding of Cana, the Venus de Milo and the Winged Victory of Samothrace were all stolen in a span of two hours." Betty told them. "The police do not know who was behind the thefts."

"What do we have to go by?" Kim then questioned.

"Security camera footage shows several males carefully taking the arts and wheeling them out of the museum." Betty said as the projector showed footage of several men taking the aforementioned arts.

"Something tells me that we may need that footage." Kim said. "Wade can try and piece something together."

"Be my guest!" Betty replied with a smile.

"Can you provide for us with a return tube to the surface?" Kim asked, "Me and Ron need to get back."

"Of course!" Betty replied.

The trio left the meeting room as they headed to the tubes to take Team Possible back to Middleton.

Once Kim and Ron popped back up a few blocks away from the Possible house, Ron then asked a question.

"So what is the whole thing with MrsDrP's side of the family?" Ron asked.

"Have you got all night, Ron?" Kim questioned. "It all started when I was six when Mom and Dad took me and Jim and Tim, then toddlers, to Mere and Pere Nomally..."

(8:40pm)

"...but then Cousin Issac's pet iguana swallowed up my gerbil..."

(Feb 9, 2006, 9am)

"...and not to mention that Ray almost threw pumpkin pie at me last Thanksgiving."

Kim finished up her tale of woe of dealing with cousing on her mom's side of the family to Ron as she closed her locker in the halls of Middleton High. She was wearing her white croptop, the baggy CB dark denim overalls with both straps hooked, and white sneakers.

They were transitioning from first period to second period.

"Wow...talk about issues with the extended fam on MrsDrP's side!" Ron exclaimed. "And I fought with Ray against that pie." "Speaking of pi , I gotta jet to AP Calculus." Kim exclaimed, grabbing her backpack. "See ya in third period for English Literature, Ron!"

"Trust me, KP, I'll be there!" Ron exclaimed.

(10:55am)

"I hope you have completed your assignment of reading 'Jane Eyre' from pages 146 to 174!" Barkin exclaimed in English Literature class. Kim and Ron were sitting near the front of the classroom at their desks.

Then the oft-gruft substitute teacher added. "Because...we're taking a surprise pop quiz!"

Most of the class grumbled and Ron gave a loud groan. Kim, however, was unfazed by Barkin's announcement.

"KP? Why aren't you groaning with me?" Ron moaned.

"I actually read the assignment, Ron. You were playing on the Kimmunicator for five hours, trying to play checkers." Kim whispered to Ron.

One by one, Barkin put the quiz on the desks of the students and they began to take the quiz.

(12:47pm)

"Good thing we got that boring book out of the way!" Ron exclaimed as both he and Kim headed towards Drama class.

"Yeah...boring!" Rufus sqeaked in agreement.

"Ron, it's what we are assigned to do." Kim replied. "It's for our grade."

"Good point, KP, but what happens after we graduate?" Ron asked, "It goes in the memory hole where no one remembers it at all!"

"Let's just focus on the here and now." Kim said, "I got to handle the whole assistant director thing for the 'Glee Three'." She added the later part with disgust.

"Right, for Romeo and Juliet!" Ron reminded. "There is a store in downtown Middleton that specializes in tree cosumes."

"We'll go there sometime tomorrow." Kim said, "We have to get through the rest of the school week first."

#kim possible #roneo and kimliet #chapter 10 #fanfiction

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(PowerRuff Part 7) { a new school and new beginning} Part 1

So here is another day in Pokey Oaks kindergarten but just a little thing that I have to tell you so you know what's going on after brick tried to burn down the villain headquarters he did get in some really big trouble and every day it just felt like he started getting angrier and angrier and since he's been so angry every time he's been coming to school he's been getting into a lot of fights and it's kind of starting to become a problem but that's about all I'm going to tell you for right now hope you enjoy this episode

Oh and another thing usually in Pokey Oaks kindergarten you can see from the last episodes that they're all wearing school uniforms but not today today is a special day it is where your normal clothes day

Buttercup) see Ava and Kimberly this is why I hate this game it's obviously just rigged anytime you pull one of the blocks out it's just going to fall ----------------------------------------------------------------

Ava) I agree with buttercup Kimberly Jenga sucks

Kimberly) yeah you're kinda right about that maybe we should just try to find something else to play

Maribel) is the food ready yet bubbles

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Bubbles) *giggles* not yet

Andrew) and that is how you make a fire with just two sticks

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Levi) that's cool I didn't know it was that easy

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Eric) hey both of you shut up for a second

Andrew) excuse me Eric since when were you the boss of this group because I'm pretty sure that's my job

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Eric) I'm not I'm just trying to tell you guys doesn't Blossom like look super hot today

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Levi) are you trying to tell me you still have a crush on her

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Andrew) yeah didn't she reject you months ago

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Eric) yeah but that was months ago she might be into me now

Eric) I'm going to go try to bust a move on her

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Andrew) ugh!!! Idiot

Blossom) oh no is that idiot really coming over here what does he want

Eric) soooo blossom I was thinking that even though I did ask you this question months ago that was in the past so I was thinking we should go on a date sometime but you know all the girls want to date me so you better take that spot before somebody else takes it

Blossom) okay look kid you keep asking me this stupid question and I keep on letting you down easy but now I'm going to have to let you out hard first of all when you're asking a girl out you got to be more smoother than that I bet Butch from the Rowdyruff Boys could be smoother than you and that's saying a lot plus I want to date somebody that is smart and you actually seem like you're quite a bit of an idiot if you're just going to ask a person the same question over and over again you're really starting to get on my nerves now long story short I'm not going to date you now get out of my face you nasty little toad

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Eric) ...................

Buttercup) wow Blossom I never knew you had that in you

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Blossom) I didn't want to let him down all hard like that but he made me do it

Boomer) wow who knew Blossom ever had that in her

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Brick) who does that guy think he is

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Butch) what are you talkin about dude why you even care

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Brick) because he just sounds like a cocky prick and I don't like it I definitely think I'm going to talk to him next time he goes outside ............. or better yet I'm going to talk to him right now

Brick) excuse me little asshole who Do You Think You Are

Eric) who do you think you are coming over here and pushing me plus what are you talkin about

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Brick) don't you play dumb with me you know exactly what I'm talking about I saw you over there flirting with blossom making her uncomfortable who Do You Think You Are

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Eric) what's your problem do you like her or something

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Brick) *Blushes* no of course not it's just not okay to make girls uncomfortable

Eric) Look I don't listen to corny redheads I don't have to listen to you not one bit and also kind of sounds like you're jealous so I would get out of my face before I decide to punch you in your face

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Brick) all right that's it

Miss Keane) hey you to stop right now

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Levi) I can already tell that this is not going to end well

Miss Keane) that's it young man you've been getting into too many fights lately go sit in the corner

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Brick) I don't know what the hell you expect a corner to do but whatever

Miss Keane) principal Mark can I come in please

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Principal Mark) sure come in

Principal Mark) oh Keane it's you you can take a seat if you'd like

Miss Keane) well principal mark you know brick...... brick Jojo

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Principal Mark) yes isn't that the red headed kid that keeps on getting into a whole bunch of fights

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Miss Keane) yes well he got into another one today

Principal Mark) another fight that is 15 fights this week this is starting to get really out of hand........... you know what it's time for that boy's parents to be called I usually don't like doing that because it happened to me a lot when I was a child but it's time

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Miss Keane) okay principal mark you're the principal you do whatever you think is right

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Principal Mark) okay thank you Miss Keane for telling me this information

Miss Keane) hey brick the principal wants you and your brothers to go up to the principal's office okay and please don't give him any trouble

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Brick) fine whatever

Brick) hey losers I think the principal wants to see the three of us or something

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Butch) ummm ok that's kind of weird

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Boomer) what!!! Why are we getting in trouble too you were the one that caused the fight

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Brick) I don't know but we better not keep the old man waiting

Butch) you wanted to see us sir

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Principal Mark) yes but I'm going to call your father and discuss this situation with him so you and your brothers go sit down

Principal Mark) hello am I talking to the Rowdy Ruff Boys dad

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Mojo Jojo) ummmm yes I'm the father of all three of them

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Principal Mark) well I'm the principal and I need you to come to the school right now

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Mojo Jojo) .................... Okay I'll be there in a minute

Mojo Jojo) great now what am I going to do I can't show my face in that school all instantly go to jail..................mmmmm I know maybe I can hire a person to pretend to be the boy's dad perfect I'll just text the boys to plan and I'll hire a guy

After that

Mojo Jojo) finally you must be Steven

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Steven) yes you want me to be a fake dad so I just want to know where's the cash

Mojo Jojo) here you go the money is in this box and I already sent you the address to Pokey Oaks kindergarten

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Steven) yes you did and I just want to know how much money is in this box

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Mojo Jojo) there is exactly 100 bucks in the Box

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Steven) awesome just trying to make sure you're not trying to rip me off

Butch) man this freaking sucks Dad can't even come here and act like our dad without going to jail

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Brick) yeah this sucks so bad

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Boomer) yeah it sucks because me and Butch didn't do anything this whole thing is your fault you should be the only one getting in trouble

Principal mark) oh you must be the boy's dad

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Steven) yes sir my name is Steven what did you want to talk to me about

Principal Mark) look I didn't want to have to do this but I have to tell you that your son brick has been getting into a lot and I mean a lot of fights here at school and this is supposed to be a peaceful kindergarten and I will not allow bullying or fights and he got into another fight today that is 15 fights this week

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Steven) oh I'm very sorry sir

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Principal Mark) usually I would say it's okay but this time it's not I have no choice but to expel all three of your kids

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Steven) wait why all of them

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Principal Mark) because brick's Brothers can obviously see him doing these things and they're not doing anything so that means their accomplices so all three of them have to go do you understand me

Steven) okay sir I'll do what you say

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Butch) WHAT!!!!

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Brick) THIS IS SO STUPID!!!!!

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Boomer) god damnit this is your fault brick

Principal Mark) but luckily you're not too out of luck I have to look up your boys up on the internet and I kind of found out they were half-ass villains and there is actually a little kid villain school that they can go to I'll send you the address

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Steven) okay

To Be Continued

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kimberlyannharts · 3 years

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We’re a day late but here’s Go Go Power Rangers #4! you’ll never guess what happens. the rangers fight a monster. but other stuff happens too

- oh my god i forgot about this flashback. that fourth panel......it’s so SAD but so GOOD ugh this is the Kimberly Hart personal drama i want more of instead of love triangle bulls[i am forcibly dragged offstage]

- [i force myself back onstage] haha green olives

- but rereading this now i definitely have to say reading about a rich white family venting their frustrations at a black worker and getting him fired by his (also white) manager - and with the exception of Kimberly, showing no remorse beyond their dinner being spoiled - is mmmmmm. uncomfy! and the fact we never saw how this was resolved or how they became friends is hhhhghghrhhghhh

- kimberly hart murder face my beloved

- you know, i’m not saying matt should have DIED, but.....if he had taken this opportunity to gracefully exit the series, it would save me a lot of future stress

- SPEAKING OF NEVER RESOLVED HRHGHGHRHGH

- on a positive note i really love the coloring in these scenes, especially here. the blue of billy’s suit on top of the dusty browns and oranges is [chef kiss]

- ha. ha. ha.

- rita you can just admit you think it’s cool when they grow big

- I LOVE ZACK BEING A BADASS AND USING HIS HEAD AND BEING THE LEADER YEAHHHHHHH THAT’S MY BOY

- (though as i’m writing this i’m realizing that out of context this just looks like Zack is telling Billy to shoot the power lines for no reason dydkjfkd IT’S ACTUALLY A SMART PLAN I SWEAR)

- this page still slaps so hard dan more you BEAST

- kim casually being like “hey let’s leave a dismembered corpse at our enemy’s door” i love her sm. this is why you grew up to be an assassin.

- this is really sweet but at the same time something’s kinda funny about people being like “well we’re gonna have to deal with giant monsters now but we have a giant robot on standby ready to punch them out so i guess we’ll stay.” civilians in the toku/pr universe are the most resilient humans ever conceived

- THIS IS SO SWEET TOO TRINI AND HER MOM ARE THE CUTEST

- see when i say i miss the personal connections, the heartwarming character stuff.....this is what i mean. same with the next page

- THIS IS SO GOOD!!!! THIS is what i miss from the comics - personal drama can be fun but it shouldn’t diminish what makes Power Rangers as a franchise succeed - that they’re good people who care about others; who don’t let petty squabbles and contrived bitterness override their friendships or relationships - because they’re friends first and rangers second! i’m pretty sure there’s an annual story that spells this out word for word

- oh i guess on the last page matt's shown captured by rita but i don’t care because PUTTY MATT IS HEEEEERE THE BEST CHARACTER

#mmpr comic #text #comic recap #GGPR 4

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ifanfictiondreamerworld · 3 years

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Ratchet and Kim Possible Chronicles: The Polaris Epidemic-Part 10

After another long flight, they were able to reach Ringus Minor. They soon landed on the surface and got out of the ship. They looked out towards the area before them. The entire place was filled with many industries. The scenery before them was pale; the skies consisted of an unhealthy and unnatural haze. Kim didn't like what she was seeing. Kim: "So, this is what an industrial planet looks like. I have to say that this place looks absolutely atrocious." Clank: "The layout of the entire area is indeed the result of so many factory buildings in one place." Ratchet: "Yeah, I have to admit that the place does look abysmal." Kim: "Hmph, and I thought that mining planet that was a forest reduced to a desert was horrible." Ratchet: "You know, this would go a long way to teaching humans the importance of taking care of their planet." Kim: "Hm, yeah, it would. If this doesn't get through to them, I don't know what will." Clank: "Hm, I do not understand why humans are so irrational." Ratchet: "Neither do I. Come on, let's go find the source of that bizarre reading."

Kim had the infobot transported via Wade's vendor and attached to her back. Clank latched on to Ratchet's harness like he always does. The 2 of them soon rushed out.

As they made their way through, they were faced with many vicious mutated creatures. They came at the duo without hesitation. Kim and Ratchet fought through the creatures with everything they had. The creatures came at them from different directions. Kim: "Ugh! These creatures are everywhere! Is there no end to them?" Clank: "I am detecting all forms of these mutated creatures emerging from many different sections of the area. Their point of origin is currently unknown." Kim: "No doubt this entire area becoming industrialized caused these mutations." Ratchet: "Wouldn't doubt it one bit, Kimberly."

Kim let out an annoyed grunt. Kim: "I hate this place! Everything about it is just awful! All places like this make me sick!" Clank: "I do not blame you for thinking that way, Miss Possible. I, too, am appalled by the poor condition of this place." Ratchet: "Same here."

The fight continued on, however, it only lasted for a while. Clank: "Ratchet, Miss Possible, I have pinpointed the location of the strange reading that Wade informed us about." Ratchet: "Great, where is it?" Clank: "My sensors have indicated that it is a good distance from here, within a remote facility." Ratchet: "OK, let's head over there now." Clank: "There is just one problem: the entire facility is surrounded by massive hoards of these horrid creatures. We would not be able to get through them." Kim: "Oh, great, just what we need; more issues." Clank: "I am, however, able to locate an alternate route. There is a massive sewage system directly below us. Kim: "A sewer!? Are you kidding!?" Clank: "If we could find a way in, we would be able to safely navigate ourselves towards the facility with very little obstructions." Kim: "Serious!? Are we really going to crawl through a sewer!?" Ratchet: "It's either this or fight off even more of these monsters." Kim: "(grunt) Fine! Let's just…seek out an entrance to the sewer and get through this already." Clank: "It is just up ahead. We'll need to hurry; this area will be swarming with more and more of these creatures." Ratchet: "Come on!"

They ran off as they scurried through the area. They were soon able to find a latch to the sewer. Ratchet lifted the latch, Kim jumped in, he went after her. He closed the lid as he ducked down below it.

They stood for a bit within the sewer, their feet were submerged within the filthy water below them. Kim lifted her foot out of the water for a bit Kim: "Oh, so gross." Clank: "We should be much safer down here but I would not recommend staying down here for too long." Kim: "Believe me, I don't plan on staying within this place any longer than I need to." Ratchet: "Come on, let's keep moving."

They began trekking through the sewer.

The passage through was not too hard, but it was hardly pleasant. Despite it being a safer route than facing the mutated creatures above them, there were other forms of mutated creatures within the sewer as well. Thankfully, there wasn't an abundance of them, so they were able to handle them just fine. Shortly afterwards, they ran into someone that they have met before. It was the plumber; he was working on a run-down pumping machine. Ratchet: "Hey, look who it is." Kim: "No way! I don't believe it."

The plumber then turned his head and noticed the duo immediately. Plumber: "Oh! Hello there! I wasn't expecting to see you guys here of all places." Kim: "Uh, neither did we. Although, if we were to run into anyone in a…place like this, it's no surprise that it would be you." Plumber: "Well, I'm glad that I'm able to see you guys again. I wanted to thank you for introducing me to my new assistant."

Soon enough, Bonnie was seen standing near the plumber. She was wearing the same clothes as him. She looked very unhappy. Ratchet and Kim noticed her almost immediately. A little afterwards, they smiled. Ratchet: "Oh, no, the pleasure is all ours."

Bonnie let out an extremely agitated grunt. Bonnie: "I can't believe this! Never in my life would I ever take on such a disgusting and extremely low line of work! This is so lame!" Kim: "Well, you needed a job and the plumber needed an assistant; so it seemed to have worked out well for most of us." Bonnie: "Hmph! You guys put me up to this just to make me miserable!" Ratchet: "Uh, can you really blame us?"

Kim was heard giggling. Kim: "How could we not? It was hard to resist. And besides, we were hoping that this job would help you to clean up your act." Clank: "Yes, that would go without saying."

Clank let out his usual giggle. Ratchet: "By the way, I'm really glad to see you wearing those clothes that we gave you; they were a special deal…from Smarty Mart."

Bonnie looked down at her clothes, greatly startled by what she heard. Bonnie: "Are you serious!? I'm wearing Smarty Mart clothes!? (grunt) It's bad enough I've had to take on this loser job, but I'm also wearing geek clothes!?" Ratchet: "Uh, you know, for what's it's worth, those clothes really do work for you."

Bonnie did not seem to appreciate his compliment. Ratchet: "And besides, do you really want to ruin your best outfits in this line of work?" Kim: "I know I wouldn't." Bonnie: "Could you have at least picked up overalls like these from Club Banana? I would feel better knowing they were from my favorite store." Ratchet: "Sorry, didn't feel like it. You know how much I detest Club Banana and Kimberly wouldn't even think to buy anything for you." Kim: " Uh, yeah, that is so true."

Bonnie seemed exasperated as she slumped down and let out a sigh. Bonnie: "I can't believe in what I've been going through after leaving high school. And I was annoyed over attending summer school on the year of my graduation, all because I missed Barken's one quiz." Ratchet: "Hm, who knew one of Barken's irrational methods would be put to good use."

Kim nodded, Clank was heard giggling. Bonnie: "But after that, my life just got worse. All of my friends have been like too busy having lives to spend any time with me. I was the best thing that they ever had." Kim: "I disagree." Ratchet: "Same here." Clank: "Ditto." Bonnie: "Even our old cheerleading squad members have jobs now and other things that they've been too busy with. Then they demanded me to get a job. Me! I use to have been the one to tell them what to do and they think they're too good to even hang out with me? All of my friends are now so lame!" Ratchet: "That's because they're doing this thing that you obviously don't like called "growing up". Maybe you should try it sometime; you would be amazed with how much happier you'll be." Bonnie: "Tch! As if I would take advice from some know-it-all, especially an alien. You things are hardly at the right standard to tell me what to do." Kim: "Uh, aren't you forgetting that you're working for one of them, Bonnie?" Ratchet: "Not to mention that you're amongst all kinds of aliens out here in this galaxy, so try showing some respect for once."

Bonnie growled out loudly again. Plumber: "Alright, young lady. That's enough. You need to get back to work; we still have a few more of these machines to fix up before we have to leave for our next job."

Bonnie slumped over as she let out another sigh. Bonnie: "Fine."

She then went back to working on the machine. Bonnie: "Things were so much better when I was still in high school." Ratchet: "Uh, just to let you know, if she becomes too much of hassle for you, we would gladly take her out of your hands." Kim: "Oh, for sure. I really feel bad for leaving her with you since she is so overbearing." Plumber: "Oh, don't you worry about me, young'ins. The little miss can be rough around the edges, but she has been very helpful." Ratchet: "She has?" Plumber: "Oh, yes. She's not as difficult to work with like you warned me about; although she does complain a lot." Bonnie: "Come on, you useless piece of alien junk! Work already! (grunt) Does nothing on this miserable planet work properly!? I'm not wasting my entire shift trying to clear out this stupid machine!" Kim: "Well, she does need the money, so I'm not too surprised. I'm just glad that you're able to…put up with her attitude." Plumber: "But of course. I can handle a little griping. She's done a phenomenal job, so I don't mind anything that comes out of her mouth, regardless of how dreadful they could be. Plus, it doesn't hurt to have a little extra money to bestow on the little lady as compensation for working a job she clearly doesn't like."

Bonnie then let out another frustrated grunt. Bonnie: "You've got to be kidding! This machine is full of all this disgusting gunk!? This is ridiculous! Am I really going to be on this all day!? This couldn't possibly be any worse!"

Just then, the machine splattered the gunk all over her, covering her almost completely. Bonnie: "AAAHHH! I hate you, you stupid, miserable piece of…GRRRR! How much more of this do I have to put up with!?" Plumber: "Oh, dear. Well, better get back to work. The poor girl sounds like she's having a bit of trouble." Ratchet: "Yeah, you do that, we're just going to go back to making our way through this place. Uh, good luck with everything." Plumber: "Thanks, you, too."

The Plumber went back to work on the machine with Bonnie while Ratchet and Kim walked off. As they kept going, they could hear Bonnie complaining even more. They smiled as they tried to hold in their laughter.

#Kim Possible #Ratchet and Kim Possible #The Polaris Epidemic #Ratchet #Clank #The Plumber #Bonnie Rockwaller #Polaris Galaxy

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Kim: You know, when we were teenagers, your mami used to get really mad at me. Penelope: What? Why? Kim: She said I had no sense of direction. Penelope: What did you do? Kim: Packed up my stuff and right. Penelope: Oh god please no. - Kim: Penny, let me give you the same advice my dad once gave me. Penelope: I’m good, thanks. Kim: Never have sex in an elevator. It’s wrong. Penelope: No please, really, I’m fine- Kim: On so many levels. Penelope: *sigh* - Kim: Hello darkness, my old friend. Trini: Are you- are you talking to your coffee? Wait, why am I even asking? Of course you are. Kim: Whoa, I just had crazy deja brew. Trini: Okay. I’m just gonna leave you to that. Kim: Cool beans. Trini: Ugh. - Josie: Hey, Mrs. Hart. I’ve been thinking about those fish puns we’ve been making. Kim: And? Josie: Maybe we should scale back. Kim: But why? They’re so sofishticated. Josie: I accidentally told Pen she’d been schooled. Kim: Oh no. Okay, that’s fair, but if you change your mind, let minnow. Josie: Sure, I’ll mullet over. Penelope: Jesus Christ can you two just stop? Mami can we go on vaction to get a break? Trini: - Kim: You could go to Finland. Trini: Kimberly. Kim: *pouts* Yes, baby? Trini: Don’t act coy. Kim: *smirks* Trini: No! No. Coy, not koi. You know what? I need a drink. - Penelope: Well, we have to change hospitals now. Trini: Why what happened? Penelope: Josie made a dad joke. Josie: Come on, Pen. They were in stitches. Kim: Oooh was it the ‘I tried playing hide and seek in a hospital once, but they kept finding me in the ICU’ one? Josie: No but that one is great. It was, ‘if a doctor brings card into the hospital, does that make them a cardiologist?’ Penelope: *glares at Kim* This is your fault.

#trimberly #posie #featuring kim's bad dad jokes part 9 #kimberly hart #trini #power rangers 2017 #penelope park #josie saltzman #legacies #dad jokes #incorrect quotes

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meandmypagancrew · 4 years

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Maybe What You Think Of Me Won’t Change

Did you guys know that in addition to being a gifmaker and a dollmaker, I’m also a writer? I know! I am a woman of many talents most mediocre and useless. Anyway, I wrote this little fic about Clark and Farrah from We Are The Tigers, so if you’re into that kind of thing, give it a read under the cut!

It wasn’t super uncommon for Farrah to suddenly come to and not know where she was or how she got there. So when, in her drunken haze, she had a sudden moment of clarity and found herself outside by a dumpster, she groaned. In the dim light from a streetlight, she took stock as she pushed one of her braids over her shoulder. Clothes? Still on. Phone? Not dead. Purse? There. There wasn’t any vomit or blood or anything. All in all, not the worst night she had ever had.

As she got on shaky feet, she tried to remember what had happened. Marissa had picked her up, and they went to a house party at Rich’s. She had a few flashes of the party, a red solo cup in her hand, Liz doing a keg stand, Kayla and Jason trying to subtly sneak upstairs- but then nothing. Fuck. There was no one around, so how was she supposed to get home? She pulled out her phone again and clicked the home button, being greeted by a picture of Tom Holland as Spiderman- her favorite celebrity crush- and the time 3:42. It was a Thursday, but still summer, so thank God she didn’t have to worry about being up for school.

She pushed that thought to the back of her mind. First she needed to get home. She unlocked her phone- her home screen was a picture of her and her mom when she was born, which caused her to squint, both because of the lighter color scheme being brighter and the memory of her mom- and clicked to her contacts. Family was strictly out of the question, Annleigh would kill her for waking her up, her stepmom hated her, and her dad wouldn’t be mad but he’d be so disappointed he would probably cry the entire way and making your dad cry is a soul crushing experience.

She sat back down as she scrolled through her contacts. Party friends. A guy who was her partner for a chem project last year. Former Captain Kimberly, future Captain Riley. A guy who was rumored to be a drug dealer, but was only her contact for buying alcohol. Her first try was Marissa- she got her into this, it seemed only natural she’d get her out, but it went straight to voice mail. She kept looking, her drunk mind trying to think. Her finger tapped on Bridget, a girl who had been a cheerleader at Giles Corey but transferred back to public school after her dad had been laid off. They weren’t close, but Bridget had shown her the ropes when she joined the team, and she was a night owl so she should still be awake.

Before the first ring even finished, her usual deadpan voice answered.

“What.” She said, and Farrah struggled to not sound as drunk as she was as she responded.

“Bridged?” Despite her best efforts, her speech was a little slurred. “Canyou comeaaand git mee?”

“Farrah, it’s almost four AM.” Her voice still had no inflection. Even when sober, it was very difficult to discern where Bridget was standing, and if you were getting anywhere with her. Drunk? It was pretty much impossible.

“Yeeeeaaaaaaah… but Imm stuuuuuuck.”

“No.” Was the response, unusually harsh for Bridget.

“Whaa…?” She asked, though she was pretty sure she heard her correctly. It just didn’t seem right. Bridget wouldn’t just abandon her like this, right? As she had so astutely noted it was almost 4 AM- she was the only person who would be awake.

“No. I’m not your babysitter, Farrah. You got yourself into this mess, take some goddamn responsibility for your actions.”

“Buuu… butMarissa took meee dribking-“

“Did Marissa force the alcohol down your throat?” Bridget asked, a little too abruptly and Farrah didn’t respond. She knew she was right, and Bridget knew from her silence she had hit the nail on her head. “You made a choice. You deal with the consequences.”

The line went dead. Bridget’s words were true, but how the hell was Farrah supposed to get out of this? Buses weren’t running this time of night, she didn’t even know where she was, let alone how to get home- she needed help.

As she resumed scrolling through her contacts, a very depressing thought hit her. She didn’t have anyone to call. She was the girl you call for a party, not the girl you depend on when you need help. She didn’t have a single true friend she could depend on right now. There were no clutch friends. To put it quite frankly, she was completely fucked.

As she settled in against the dumpster to wait for daybreak, hoping the sun would bring with it some ideas, a memory she didn’t know she had came to the forefront of her mind.

“I think she’s asleep.” A voice that must have been Annleigh’s said in her memory.

She was lying down, but her eyes were closed. From the lights that occasionally shone through her eyelids, the soft rumbling, and the feeling of movement, she must have been in the backseat of the car.

“Okay.” Came another voice, male- Clark. “I’ll carry her in when we get there.”

“You don’t have to do that!” Annleigh immediately replied, and Farrah could picture the heart eyes she was almost undoubtedly making. “You’ve already done so much, helping me come get her.”

“Don’t mention it.” He replied. “I’m happy to help.”

“You must get tired of it.” Annleigh replied with a sigh. “I mean, she’s not even your family.”

“Well, first off, we are all sisters and brothers in the eyes of our Heavenly Father,” She could hear the smile in his voice, and a gentle sound of contact as if Annleigh had playfully hit his arm. When he spoke again, though, the smile was gone. “In all seriousness, though, your family is my family. I will always be there for Farrah, because I love her like a sister.”

The conversation turned to some boring bullshit about theology, so she had tuned it out. But her mind kept coming back to that promise. Did he mean it? Did he say it just because he thought it would win him brownie points? Either way, it was her last possible option, so she navigated to his contact and hit call.

After a few rings, his groggy voice answered.

“Hello?”

“Clark?” She asked, and she could almost feel him snap awake.

“Farrah? What’s happening? Is Annleigh okay? Are you okay?”

“Iiii’m fiiiiine. I need a riiide.”

Clark exhaled, and she felt a little bad for waking him up. He was probably going to do thing Bridget had. This was a speculator waste of time for everyone.

“I’m…. I don’t knoooow…”

“Do you see any landmarks?” He asked, his voice patient even though she could hear him moving about, probably grabbing his keys and heading out.

“Let me… check…” She stumbled a little bit, struggling to hold the phone and climb to her feet. “Oof, okay…”

“Farrah, what’s going on?” He asked, and she waved it off before realizing he couldn’t see her as she meandered out of the alley to the street.

“Iiiit’s fiiine. You worry too much!”

She put a hand on the wall to steady her as she took stock of her surroundings. Sure enough, she was at a bar, but she didn’t recognize the name and found it highly unlikely Clark would either. Most of the storefronts were dark, and even the ones that weren’t, she felt like the words were spinning in front of her.

“What do you see?” He asked, and she scrunched up her face.

“Uhhh…” She stalled but then she saw it. She thought it was maybe the most beautiful building she had ever seen in her life, down at the end of the street. “There’s a castle…”

“A… castle?” He asked, confused.

“It’s all white. It’s so pretty. It has flowers.”

“An all white building?” He tried to clarify. “The hospital?”

“No… there’s a man on the building…” She had to squint, but sure enough.

“A man on a castle that’s white with flowers?” The skepticism in his voice was so evident that even in her state she could pick up on it and it annoyed her.

“He’s golden!” She insisted, just wanting him to believe her, that she wasn’t hallucinating.

“A golden man on- the Mormon temple?” He asked, which Farrah couldn’t say for sure, but it seemed like the best bet. “Farrah, are you at the Mormon temple?”

“Nooo… I’m in front of a bar down the street…”

“Okay. Okay. Hold on.” Clark said as Farrah leaned against the wall, already feeling a hangover starting to set in. “I’ll be there in five minutes. Can you hang on for five minutes?”

“Yeah…” She replied, closing her eyes against the light filtering through the bar’s windows.

“Okay. I’ll see you soon.”

Once he hung up, she pocketed her phone after making sure it was on vibration in case something happened. She had considered doing something on her phone while she waited, but even on the lowest setting, it seemed so bright it might burn her. Out of sheer boredom, she started to undo her braids. After all, even if she slept in them, she’d have to redo them tomorrow, because they’d be messy.

Just as she was relocating her second hair tie to her wrist, and shaking out the braid, the door to the bar opened, and a man walked out. Farrah didn’t notice him at first, busy combing her hair out, but he sure noticed her.

“Oh, hey, pretty girl.” He said and she looked up into eyes that looked at her like she was less of a person and more of a meal. Ugh. She had met so many predatory men like this, and she really wasn’t up to it right now. “What are you doing out here all alone?”

“My ride is coming.” She said, both as an answer to the question and a way of informing him that there was someone who knew where she was supposed to be, so he better not try anything.

“I can take you wherever you need to go, baby.” He was almost purring, which was about as unsettling as being called baby by a stranger twice her age. “Especially if where you need to go is back to my place.”

That statement was punctuated with a wink, and she felt like she needed a shower.

“No, thank you.” She replied, trying to walk the line between being polite enough that he didn’t think she was a cunt and murdered her, but not so polite that he thought she was into him and when she rejected him, didn’t think she was a cunt and murdered her.

“Aw, come on, I can make you feel reeeeal good.”

He started to advance towards her and Farrah took a step back before she realized that would just back her into an alleyway, which was a dead end. She had no option but to stand her ground.

“I said no!” She almost yelled, and he grabbed her arm.

“Come on, baby, don’t be like that.” She tried to struggle against his grip, but he tightened his grip, which only scared her more. He was so much more powerful than she was.

“Get off of me!” Now she was yelling, a hint of desperation in her voice and he grabbed her other arm as well, which she continued to try to resist, but he was too strong.

“I said don’t be-“

“Get away from her!” She heard a car door slamming and while she couldn’t see who it was, she recognized his voice. The dude’s attention was fractured by the interruption, and his grip loosened as he looked over his shoulder. Farrah took advantage of that to pry herself from his grasp, running straight at Clark, throwing her arms around him and clutching the back of his shirt as tightly as she could, squeezing her eyes shut as she buried her face in his chest. He immediately wrapped one arm around her, holding her close.

“What are you, her boyfriend?” He sneered, and the fear in Farrah’s heart didn’t subside much. What even could Clark do? This guy, he looked like he could be a stunt double for Thor. And Clark? Clark could be the stunt double for Captain America- pre-serum.

“I’m her BROTHER!” He said, his voice taking on a hint of fierceness that Farrah had never heard before, and somehow she knew that he was going to protect her, whatever it took. “And she clearly said no, not to mention the fact that she’s 15! Take one more step towards us and I’m calling the cops on you, you pervert!”

There was a very tense moment, a pregnant pause where Farrah could feel Clark’s heart pounding against her forehead. He talked a big game, but he was terrified. If he called their bluff? The two of them together couldn’t even come close to taking him on, especially in her state. But he must have moved away, because she felt Clark exhale.

“Whatever. She’s a fat bitch anyway.” His voice was moving away, but Clark continued to hold on for several moments. He put his other arm around her before pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head.

“Oh, Farrah…”

She pulled away and looked up at him, furrowing her eyebrows at the soft murmur, confused about what he meant. Before she could ask, he pulled away even more to open the door of the car for her.

“Let’s get you home.”

She obediently climbed in, again running a hand through her hair as she checked in the mirror her reflection. Her makeup was a mess and she had definitely seen better days, but the wave in her hair was gorgeous. As Clark got into the car next to her and immediately locked the door, she expected him to say something, but he stayed silent. Even as he started the car and some sort of Christian rock- Switchfoot, maybe?- started filtering through his car speakers, a little distorted because the bass was ruined. If Farrah recalled correctly, that was because when Greatest Showman came out, Annleigh adored it so much that not only did she make Clark take her to go see it in the theatres at least six different times, it was the only thing she would listen to and she would play it whenever he drove her anywhere and was not afraid to blast it.

She expected a lecture, some kind of explosion, but instead he just stared straight ahead, clutching the wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His silence was agonizing, and when she finally recognized their surroundings as he turned into their neighborhood, she braved speaking.

“Are you mad?”

“No.” He answered quickly. It wasn’t snapping at her, just a decisive statement.

“Are you sad?”

“No.” It was said the same way and she exhaled in frustration, feeling like she had to get to the bottom of this before he dropped her off, which would be soon despite the meandering streets of the neighborhood that made little sense- Clark was an expert and could navigate it like nobody’s business.

“Are you hungry?”

“No.”

“Are you annoyed?”

“No.”

“Are you disgusted?”

“Farrah, I’m worried.” He said as he pulled in front of the Victorian manor replica that she called her home.

She was surprised that he cared so much, and surprised at herself that she also felt defensive. As he unbuckled his seatbelt to turn and look at her, she crossed her arms.

“You’re only saying that because of Annleigh. You don’t care about me. Or at least you only care about me as Annleigh’s sister.”

“Farrah, look around.” He said, and she furrowed her eyebrows, turning to him. Look at what? The dark buses that lined the pathway up to the front door? The neighbors across the street who’s porch light was green instead of normal? The empty McDonalds bag at her feet? The little pop figures from whatever weeb shit he was into on the dashboard?

“Do you see Annleigh anywhere?” Her brows still furrowed, she shook her head. Of course Annleigh wasn’t here, she would be inside asleep, like the good little girl she was. “This isn’t an act for her. I’m not even planning on telling her this happened. I’m worried about you because I care about you. Not the Farrah who’s Annleigh’s sister, but the Farrah who’s an amazing flier, the Farrah who knows all the words to Princess Bride and watches it every year on her birthday, the Farrah who hasn’t taken ballet in four years but still sometimes twirls when she thinks no one is looking. I care about the Farrah who goes horseback riding and even if she’s in a skirt refuses to ride side-saddle. I care about the Farrah who hides books in her backpack because she loves to read but would hate for anyone to find out. I care about the Farrah who sits on her phone and pretends not to pay attention to whatever’s on TV but when her dad falls asleep during the middle of an episode and then when he wakes up and asks what he missed, always knows exactly what’s going on. I care about the Farrah who found an abandoned kitten in a rainstorm and took him home and took care of him until she could be rehomed despite the fact that she’s very allergic. I care about the Farrah that named that cat Aaron Purr. I care about that Farrah a whole lot more than I care about Annleigh’s sister.”

She didn’t have a response to that. Clark had only been actively in her life for about a year, since her dad got married, but in that time he had been paying attention. She had gone through the mortifying ordeal of being known by him and she didn’t even realize. But at the same time, even though those things were all true, they all seemed so far away. When was the last time she had danced? Finished a book? Gone horse riding at all? The person he described sounded like such a nice person, she wanted her back. When she realized that, she started to cry.

“Oh- oh, no, no, Farrah, please don’t cry-“ Clark started to panic, placing a hand on her back as she dropped her head into her hands as he continued to move around as if looking for something. “I didn’t mean it as a bad thing, I just think you’re an amazing young woman and if you keep getting into bad situations like you did tonight, I don’t know what’s going to happen-“

“Help me.” She managed to get out through her sobs, and he suddenly stilled.

“What?”

“Help me. Please.” Once she started, it seemed like she couldn’t stop, even though the plea had to be filtered through sobs and snot. “I know I’m in trouble, but I don’t know how to stop- I can’t stop. I know everyone hates me, even my friends, and I know that it’s gone too far, but I’m scared, Clark, I’m so scared-“

“Hey, hey, shhh…” His voice brought her to an immediate halt, bringing her back to earth. She looked up at him, and even with her smeared mascara, snotty nose, tear stained cheeks, and red, puffy eyes, he didn’t turn away. He didn’t recoil in disgust. He offered her some napkins from a fast food chain he must have found somewhere with an encouraging smile. “It’s going to be okay. I’ll talk to your parents with you about it. If you have to go to rehab, I’ll visit you there and write. A bunch of my friends have sisters about your age, I’ll introduce you to them and maybe you’ll really hit it off and find some better friends. It won’t be easy, but I promise you don’t have to do it alone. Just say when.”

She accepted his offering and transferred her makeup from her face to the little caricature of the Grecian from the Little Ceasers logo, thinking hard about it. Right now was not an option, even with the sun beginning to appear on the horizon, she didn’t want to wake anyone up. But she also knew if she waited too long, she would lose her nerve. She was already starting to waver as she pulled herself back together. Surely things weren’t that bad, right? She could handle it on her own. But Clark was still looking at her for an answer.

“The day after tomorrow.” She finally said, and he seemed a little confused about the random time, so she explained. “The cheer sleepover is tomorrow night. You’re picking Annleigh and I up in the morning. When you drop us off, my parents should be home.”

Understanding the timeline, he nodded. It would give him enough time to research how to be a support system for her, and it would give her enough time to figure out how to backtrack, and tell Clark she didn’t really mean it and she was actually fine. That decided, she sling her purse over her shoulder and opened the car door to get out.

“Farrah?” He asked as she put her foot on the sidewalk, and she turned a little to look at him.

“Hmm?”

The light in the interior turned on when she opened the door, so she could see him clearly for the first time all night. He looked tired, but still as charismatically cheerful as ever, the human equivalent of a golden retriever.

“Chin up, buttercup.”

He gave her shoulder a playful punch and she couldn’t help but smile back before fully getting out of the car. As she walked up to her door, she thought that maybe it wouldn’t be too bad after all. Maybe he could help her find the girl he saw again, and she could be better. As she opened the door she looked back. He was still waiting and gave a small wave. She waved back before taking a deep breath and stepping inside, hearing his car start up again and drive off as the door closed behind her.

#we are the tigers #we are the tigers fanfiction #not a gifset #but still #look what i made #go easy on me please this is my first time posting fanfiction in like over a decade #but i sent it to a few people and they all seemed to like it and encouraged me to post it #so it has been posted

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carnationcreation · 4 years

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We Are VR (Rocky DeSantos x VR Trooper!Reader)

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TITLE: We Are VR (Rocky DeSantos x VR Trooper!Reader)

Prompt/summary: (MMPR season 2 episode 32, Rocky just wants to have fun) Reader moves to Angel Grove, her Trooper powers are revealed after the rangers need help freeing Rocky.

Word Count: 2,385 (exposition is a bitch)

Warnings: none

Authors note: I can’t exactly remember if these are in the same universe but for this imagine they are :)

Being a Trooper is not easy. Being a Trooper that has moved miles away from Cross World City is even harder. (Y/n) liked Angel Grove but hated being so far away from her friends. Ryan, Kaitlin, and JB were understanding over (Y/n)’s situation and tried their best to visit whenever they can.

(Y/n) made their way to the Youth Center of Angel Grove. The popular hangout spot had become a favorite for (Y/n) because of the smoothies. Their transformation virtualizer hung around their neck and (Y/n) always ran her finger over it when they got nervous. And (Y/n) was nervous a lot after the move.

Billy and Rocky had just sat down to study when they both noticed someone new sit down at the table next to them. Rocky looked up to see (Y/n) sitting quietly with a book and sipping on a smoothie. The red ranger blushed, that had to be the cutest person he had ever seen. (Y/n) looked up and locked eyes with Rocky and they both smiled.

Billy snapped his fingers in front of Rocky’s face. Rocky shook his head and turned back to the math equation in front of him.

The two boys decided to take a break from studying. Earnie had just finished setting up the new pachinko machine on the bar, “Hey guys check this out!”

“What is it?” Rocky asked.

“It’s a Pachinko machine. It’s really popular in Asia, you activate this handle and watch the ball bearing chart and unplanned trajectory course through the game area.”

“Yeah,” Earnie said, “the idea is to get more balls so you keep on playing. Try it!”

“Okay,” Rocky said. He began a round on the machine and suddenly he was hooked. “This is too fun!”

Little did they know that Lord Zed had casted a spell on the game, making Rocky become addicted to it. He couldn’t take his eyes off the silver balls falling through the glass.

Before he knew it 20 minutes had passed, Billy sighed and turned around, “Rocky we really need to hit the books again.”

“All right, just let me finish this game.”

BIlly nodded and turned back around to the books with a sigh. More time passed and Rocky was still playing, “Rocky come on man.”

“No way! I’m having too much fun!”

Hours passed and Rocky ordered smoothie after smoothie. (Y/n) watched the boy and his friends closely. They noticed the boy at the pachinko machine start to get more aggressive at the game as time went on.

“Hey is he okay?” They asked the boy at the table.

“I don’t know, he started acting weird once he started playing that game.”

(Y/n) stuck her hand out, “I’m (Y/n), want me to help you clean up your books?”

“Yeah thanks that would be great, I’m Billy by the way.”

Rocky whooped as more balls flooded into the bottom chamber, Billy stood up to confront his friend, “Rocky, we should really get back to our math.”

“Well go study then, brainiac,” Rocky snapped, “I’m having fun.”

Billy’s eyes widened at Rocky. Something was definitely wrong, Rocky would never say that to him. He turned back to (Y/n) and shook his head. They both began to pick up the books slowly hoping that Rocky would get a hint.

Soon a girl walked up to the red ranger, “I’m ready for my karate lessons Rocky.”

“Karate’s out. It’s too much work, why don’t you play a video game huh?”

“But I can’t,” the girl said, “My green belt test is coming up and I need to practice.”

Rocky scoffed, “Practice by yourself. I just want to have fun.”

(Y/n) and Billy shared a knowing look. They both could tell something was very wrong with Rocky. The girl walked sadly over to Billy, “What’s wrong with Rocky?”

“That’s a good question.”

Billy excused himself and ran to the park to get the other Rangers. (Y/n) followed closely behind him but stayed out of sight.

“Hey Billy, what’s up?” Aisha said.

“Guys, we got a real problem.”

“Oh no, Zed?” Kimberly sighed. (Y/n)’s ears perked up at that.

“No, it’s Rocky,” BIlly said. The other Rangers stared at him in shock.

“Rocky?” Tommy said.

“Yeah,” BIlly explained, “He seems to be obsessed with Earnie’s Pachinko machine. My new friend (Y/n) is there keeping an eye on him for now.”

The group began to walk away.

“We should go to the youth center and talk to him,” Adam suggested.

“That’s a good idea,” Tommy said, “Let’s go see what’s up with Rocky.”

“Yeah let’s check it out,” Aisha said.

Suddenly, Puddies appeared on the playground in front of them, “Puddies!” Kim yelled.

“Battle positions everyone,” Tommy ordered.

(Y/n) stepped out from behind the tree, running to the group as they began to take the mutants down.

“(Y/n)?” Billy yelled.

“Figured you’d need some help,” they yelled as they flipped a puddy over a seesaw.

Billy didn’t say anything and went back to fighting. (Y/n) learned quickly to hit them on their Z. Soon Rocky showed up and picked a frisbee off of the ground.

“Rocky’s out of it man,” Adam told Tommy.

“We’ll just have to defeat them without him.”

After a while all the puddies were taken out and the group formed a circle.

“Who are you?” Tommy asked the new person.

“My names (Y/n), I’m from Cross World City. I met BIlly earlier at Earnie’s.”

“Oh well welcome to Angel Grove, I’m Kim,” she introduced, “That’s Aisha, Tommy, and that’s Rocky over there.”

The group turned and saw Rocky swinging on the monkey bars.

“So who’s this Lord Zedd guy?” (Y/n) asked.

The group's eyes widened as they turned to Billy, “How do you know about that?”

“Well I heard you guys earlier and I remember Professor Hart saying something about it at our base one time.”

“Wait a minute, is that a virtualizer?” Billy said, pointing to the crystal on (Y/n)’s necklace.

“Yes?” (Y/n) said.

“So you are a trooper! Zordon told me about you guys.”

“What’s a trooper?” Aisha said.

“I am the fourth VR Trooper. Luckily I got to keep my powers after I moved to Angel Grove. I do get called back to help my team from time to time though. We get our powers from the reality barrier, It separates our world from the virtual world. We believe it might be connected to your morphing grid since our transformation virtualizers are similar to your morphers. They transform us into Troopers and help us to travel into Virtual Reality. A creature from a virtual dimension named Grimlord is trying to break through the reality barrier and into our dimension. ”

“That’s morphenomenal!” Billy said.

Before anyone else could say anything they heard an explosion and looked to see a monster forming in front of them.

“Rangers! Step right up and try your luck!” it yelled.

“Aw man,” Billy said, “it’s a big Pachinko head!”

“Right, it’s Morphin time!” Tommy yelled.

“Trooper Transform!” (Y/n) said, they held their virtualizer in the air and yelled “We are VR!”

After they had morphed the group stared in shock at their new friend. (Y/n) stood next to Tommy and summoned their weapon, a laser saber.

Rocky finally joined in on the fun when he realized how much ‘fun’ it would be. He ran around the team making strange noises.

The monster set off a blast, ”Look out!” (Y/n) yelled. Adam, Tommy and (Y/n) rolled away onto the grass. The blast caused Billy, Aisha, and Kim to turn into pachinko balls. Rocky just clapped the whole time. The monster and Rocky began to play soccer with the ranger balls

“We gotta get those balls,” Tommy said.

“Okay, I’ll do it!” Adam said as he charged forward.

“Adam wait!” Tommy yelled.

Adam flew through the air landing a kick on the monster's big eye.

“You’d make a shiny pachinko ball!” It yelled as it turned Adam into silver before turning and blasting Rocky as well.

Tommy turned to (Y/n), “Grab that frisbee!”

The Trooper grabbed the red disk off the ground, “Hey gizmo head! Catch this!”

The frisbee went off in the distance and the monster turned to follow it. Tommy ran forward and started picking up his friends, “Oh man, I just hope Zordon can help us.”

“Can I come with you? I might be able to help out.”

“Right, let’s go!”

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(Y/n) had not expected the command center to be so dark. As they de-morphed Tommy showed (Y/n) the control panel.

“Zordon, this is (Y/n). They’re a VR Trooper and helped me save the others.”

“Greeting (Y/n),” Zordon said, “I’m glad the Rangers got to meet you. You’ll be of great help to us in the battle against Lord Zed.”

“I’m happy to help,” (Y/n) smiled.

“Ay-yi-yi!” Alpha yelled, “He’s turned them all into giant Pachinko balls!”

“Not only that, but Rocky was fooling around,” Tommy explained.

“He wouldn’t even help us fight the monster, I’m sure that’s not like him,” (Y/n) said.

“It is not,” Zordon said, “Alpha, run a diagnostic scan on Rocky.”

The android grabbed a red wand and began to hover it over Rocky’s ball form.

“Rocky has been placed under Lord Zed’s powerful spell of irresponsibility. Anyone under this spell just wants to play.”

“Can we get the others back?” (Y/n) asked.

“Ay-yi-yi! Reversing Lord Zed’s spell won’t be easy,” Alpha said.

“Tommy, hurry to the amusement park. Pachinko head is on a rampage,” Zordon said.

Tommy nodded and turned to his new friend, “Are you gonna be alright here?”

“Yes, I’ll stay here and contact Professor Hart, he might be able to help us. Contact me if you need help.”

“I’ll insert (Y/n)’s virtualizer into the communicator’s system,” Alpha five said.

“Thanks Alpha,” Tommy said, “I’m out of here, keep working to free the others.”

“Be careful Tommy,” (Y/n) said.

“I will,” the ranger said as he teleported out of the Power Chamber.

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With the help of (Y/n), Professor Hart, and Alpha, they were successful in freeing Rocky from the pachinko ball chamber.

“Ugh, what happened?” Rocky said.

“You were placed under a spell by Lord Zedd which forced you to neglect what was important and desire only what was fun.”

“Pachinko head turned everyone but Tommy and I into pachinko balls,” (Y/n) explained

Rocky smiled shyly and turned to (Y/n), “Hey, I promise I’m not normally like that.”

“It’s alright I guessed that already,” the Trooper chuckled.

“Where’s Tommy now?” Rocky asked.

“He’s trying to stop the monster from anymore destruction while we work on getting the others back to normal,” Zordon explained.

“This is all my fault,” Rocky said.

“Stop blaming yourself,” Alpha said, “We’ll get the others back.”

“ Rocky go and help Tommy,” Zordon commanded.

“Alright,” Rocky said, he looked at (Y/n) and they both smiled shyly at each other.

“It’s morphin time!”

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(Y/n) watched through the power globe as Rock’s zord fought the pachinko monster.

Alpha had finally gotten the others back into their human forms and they all sighed in relief.

“It’s sensational not to be spherical,” Billy said.

“Guys I’m so glad you’re back! Rocky left to help Tommy fight the pachinko monster,” (Y/n) said.

“Lord Zedd is about to take over the city. Zedd’s monster damaged Tommy’s zord, he is alright but the zord needs to be recharged. I have already sent Rocky to take his place but he needs your help.”

The group looked at their new friend, “Go, you don’t need me now. Help Rocky and Tommy.”

Kim nodded, “Alright we’ll be back soon. It’s morphin time!”

(Y/n) turned back to the power globe and watched their friends summon their zords.

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“You did it!” (Y/n) yelled as they ran up to the Rangers entering the power chamber, giving each of them a hug but lingering on Rocky. Billy chuckled when he noticed causing the two to pull back with a blush.

“Good job Rangers,” Zordon yelled.

“Let’s go get some smoothie’s, I’m so tired,” Kim said and the others agreed.

Rocky walked out of the locker rooms spotting Billy, Aisha, and (Y/n) studying at a table.

“Hey guys,” Rocky said. He put a hand on (Y/n)’s shoulder causing both of them to blush.

“Hey Rocky, gonna hit the books with us?” Aisha asked.

“Right after karate class,” Rocky said, (Y/n) felt something being slipped into their hand and they looked down to see a note.

‘Meet me outside afterwards?’ it read. (Y/n) smiled and nodded as rocky turned and walked over to his student.

________________

(Y/n) watched the red ranger practice with Kayla and they couldn’t help but smile everytime they met eyes. Aisha and BIlly slowly caught on to what was happening after seeing (Y/n) blush and look down.

Soon enough the practice came to an end and (Y/n) walked with Rocky outside of the Youth Center.

“So do you have to go back to Cross World anytime soon?”

“Not unless the team really really needs me,” (Y/n) smiled. They sat down on a bench outside and looked up at the sky. It had started to get late so the sky was a beautiful orange.

“That’s good,” Rocky said.

“Why?” (Y/n) looked over at him.

“Cause it gives me plenty of time to take you on a date,” he smirked.

(Y/n) smiled, “That sounds like a pretty good plan to me.”

Rocky put his arm around (Y/n)’s shoulder and they leaned onto his. He bent down to kiss the top of their head and sighed as they both stared at the setting sun.

Everything was perfect until they saw a flash. They turned around, ready to fight if it was a monster, to find the other rangers there. Kim held a polaroid camera with a new picture forming at the top.

“I ship it,” Kim smirked.

“Oh I’ll get you!” Rocky yelled.

(Y/n) laughed as the rangers began to pass the photo back and forth trying to keep it away from the red ranger. He finally had enough and trapped Kim, beginning to tickle her as the other rangers laughed. (Y/n) bent down to pick up the picture that had fallen from the camera. It showed both (Y/n) and Rocky on the bench with the setting sun in front of them.

“That’s a keeper.”

#power rangers #power rangers imagine #mighty morphin power rangers #rocky desantos #rocky desantos imagine #vr troopers #vr troopers imagine

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 4 years

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16. Stand Alone, Little Mouse

There was no visible sign of the escaped Ivy anywhere it seemed.

Erik's mind spun with possible scenarios. She couldn't have gone too far on foot, but maybe she'd hitched a ride. If that were the case, of course he wouldn't find her, he needed to be listening to Officer Howard's police radio, which was in her car. If Ivy called the local cops at all he should be able to hear something. Either way, he wasn't giving up this game of hide and seek.

To be sure, Erik cruised the streets looking closely at bushes, trees, shadows, and shallow ditches on the side of the road. He drove into the small shopping center parking lots, cruising through, circling with the window lowered at half-mast. He looked out sneakily at the builds of those walking by. Nothing. His best bet was the police radio.

He rode back to his home which surprisingly hadn't been swarmed. He circled the block, assessing the area to ensure that no one uninvited was hidden or parked in wait to arrest him.

With no police in sight he smiled. Maybe the Little Ivy couldn't bring herself to turn him in afterall. Maybe they didn't believe her. Maybe she was somewhere out there shaken and alone.

Snickering quietly, he parked his car in the back next the police cruiser he'd hidden out back courtesy of the recently deceased Officer Howard. Though he'd moved it out of sight, it was easily discoverable with a tracker or a drone.. and with a missing officer, his time was limited.

But he had a plan.

Re-entering the house, he quickly made his way down the hall, passing the stains his own blood had made. He entered the open room with the two dead bodies, stooping to grab the officer's badge and pocket it before undressing her roughly.

"Looks like you are good for something," he smirked, while trying to pull on her police uniform. The sleeves were too narrow for his arms to fit. The pants were capris. He took it off, disappointed that his fantasy of playing cop wouldn't be realized.

"Damnit..." He had to change his clothes. At least he had her badge.

Using her commandeered keys to unlock the police car doors, he moved his things to the back of the car.

Slithering into the front seat, he turned the key in the ignition and turned on the police radio before looking excitedly at the laptop that replaced the arm rest. He loved technology.

It sat on a swivel mount which he moved back and forth, childishly giddy while various reports announced local activity with calls for Officer Howard to respond. Erik ignored these choosing the simple entertainment of examining the gadgets and documents in the car before he pushed the laptop away with a loud and irritated groan.

"Damn. Should've bribed the bitch for the password," he grumbled. Unfortunately, he couldn't access the database which was login protected. The more he looked at the locked aptop, his anger spiked. In a flash of motion, it was in the dirt. Slamming the car door, Erik put his arm over the passenger seat and looked back, reversing over the laptop and backing out, turning off of his property.

He couldn't stay angry for long because it was his first time driving a police car. And as far as anyone knew, he was a plain clothes officer. The handsome Officer Howard.

As he drove, the phone in his pocket buzzed for the umpteenth time and this time he answered it. Thirty-two calls from her number, she was ticking him off.

"Araya, if the next words from your mouth aren't 'I have Ivy' I'm going to be very upset with you."

"Dr. Stevens," she gasped. "Please! Please don't hang up! Please, you have to do something. I know you can fix it. You can fix it, right?" She was hysterical.

"You need to learn to stand alone, little mouse," he whispered in his most calming voice. "You should know, one of you were always bound to die first. Be happy! It wasn't you, you're alive. Right?... You've got me. Hm?"

There was silence on the line.

"Mouse?"

"...but.. you.. Draya, you.."

"Hm?"

"..."

"Little mouse, use your words sweetheart."

"..You.. y-you.. you love us.. You love us! If you love us then come here. Now. Now, ERIK. NOW!"

Erik bristled at the volume before tsking in response.

"You're angry right now. I get it. You need to have a seat.. take a breath.. relax.."

"MY SISTER IS DYING!"

"That she is.. That she is," he chuckled. "Aww, don't be down. You can't change that, little mouse. So, relax..," he smiled although she couldn't see.

"I.. I hate you.. I HATE YOU," she wailed. It went on as he looked at the time on the dashboard with a sigh. He couldn't hear the radio over her blubbering.

"I h-hate you s-so much... I hate... I hate.. ," she hiccuped and that was when he heard a report from a gas station. It sounded like Ivy's report. He needed to listen.

"Look. Araya," he paused, listening. "Look. I'll buy you a puppy, you can name her Draya if it'll make you happy.. I gotta go. I'll call you later."

"ERIK," she screeched much like Kimberly Elise as the mad black woman. He hung up quickly, listening closely to the location details.

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Staring at the phone in her shaking hand, Araya's breathing had not returned to normal.

A puppy?.. In place of her sister?.. He was laughing. He was mocking her pain.

She couldn't think, it was like her thoughts were frozen. Her emotions, however, were turbulent and inexpressible. They got so high within her chest that she threw her phone harder than she ever expected she could and it smashed.

Her heart was racing. She felt cold. Her eyes were swollen. Her face was hot.

When she looked in the mirror, she realized that it was her entire body that was shaking, not just her hands. She'd never felt like this, not even when Dr. Stevens had chased her and her sister a mile through the woods at 2 AM with a machete. That was fear... but this was a different fear.

She'd never been alone. Ever.

Since birth, her twin had remained by her side, her best friend. At times, her only friend.

The thought of being without her..

Araya grabbed her chest, panicking as she couldn't breathe. She couldn't breathe! Her eyes were wide as she gasped knocking over a vase of yellow roses sparking the hurried appearance of an on duty nurse who came in and jogged to her aid, coaching her to relax.

The same words Dr. Steven's had used.

Anaya couldn't relax. Her sister was dying and more she thought of it, the more she couldn't breathe!

A second nurse entered and she heard them say right before everything went foggy that she was hyperventilating. That was the last thing she remembered.

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Ivy sat pained on the hard linoleum gas station floor, aching with her leg being the most prominent spot for pain.

Whining quietly, her eyes watered as she waited for a police officer to appear. Why was this so hard? Why couldn't she just get safe?

She swallowed her pride enough to ask a man for a ride to the hospital, but he looked skeptical as if she were a threat.

The second person she asked averted their eyes and she couldn't hold it in any longer.

"What do you think I'm gonna do you you, I'm fuckin injured, ya bastards. You think I'm a limp and rob you? Limping?!.. Stupid ass motherfucka," she muttered, feeling hurt that she couldn't even count on the people around her.

She had to just wait on the police again. The gotdamned police. Hopefully this one wouldn't be as ignorant as Officer Howard.

Ivy shook her head thinking about how low the bar was set for officers. This could've all been avoided had the officer believed her story in the first place and acted accordingly. Now she was sitting in a dirty ass gas station carved up like a Christmas ham.

"Fuck her," Ivy muttered under her breath. "Fuck that stupid ass- UGH!" Still, for her mom's sake she hoped to God that demented dentist was was dead.

@dessianna1 @twistedcharismaaa @soufcakmistress

#Dentist #original #psycho!erik #black panther killmonger #killmonger

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angrylilfic · 4 years

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On the Wild Side

A new fic based off a weird dream I had :D I hope you enjoy. My homegirl @bihoodnerd helped me :)

(not my gif but it's beautiful and I miss them)

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A new day dawned on Angel Grove. Ever since the battle with Rita, the town had been busy rebuilding. All had been quiet for the past couple months, leaving the rangers to a regular summer and a hopeful senior year.

Kimberly buried her head into Trini’s back as their phones’ alarms went off, “Trin...Trin get the alarm....Trini!” Kimberly yelled as she gave Trini a shove.

Unfortunately, Kim overestimated her strength and her tiny girlfriend went flying off the side of the bed.

“Shit!” Trini came up over the side, messy curls falling into her face, “what the hell babe?”

Kim gave her a sheepish look as Trini turned their alarms off. Kim rolled herself into a burrito as Trini got up.

“Let’s go, I know you, if you don’t get up now you’ll be trying to brush your teeth and pull your jeans on at the same time.”

Kimberly gave a muffled groan as she burrowed deeper into the blanket. Trini rolled her eyes and ruffled through Kimberly's closet, a mixed mess of their clothes.

“If you get up we can stop by Krispy Kreme on the way to school.” Trini said while pulling one of Kim’s T-shirts on.

Kim groaned one last time as she finally got up, “You know I thought senior year was gonna be easy, instead here we are scrambling in the morning just like last year.”

Kim tugged on a pair of leggings and brushed her short hair out. Kimberly's phone buzzed with a text as she was putting on mascara.

“Check my phone I think it’s the boys.” She said, checking herself out in the mirror.

Hey lovebirds! We’re out front let’s roll

Trini wrote back a short response and unplugged both their phones and grabbed their backpacks.

Jason honked the horn as they were rushing down the stairs. As they were walking out, Kim’s mom called to them,

“Have a good first day girls! Tell the boys we said hi.”

The girls yelled their good-byes from the doorway, ready to get the day on with. Jason’s fire engine red pickup was waiting for them as they walked down the driveway.

“Morning!” Jason smiled at them from the driver’s seat as the girls piled in the back with Zack.

“Morning Jason. Sorry about the delay, you know princess here is a heavy sleeper.” Trini teased while throwing an arm over her girlfriend's shoulder

Kimberly gave her arm a pinch as the boys laughed.

“Alright so what’s the plan for breakfast?” Zack asked, already thinking about a glazed donut.

“Same as usual, but we gotta be there on time to get our schedules.” Billy said as Jason pulled onto the main road.

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With breakfast in hand, the gang walked through the school parking lot, watching as all the kids piled into the main building. Inside, the teachers were handing out schedules to everyone.

“Alright guys let’s compare.” Kim said as they all sat down in the auditorium for their first day assembly.

“Zack and I have third and fifth together.” Billy said, bumping fists with the boy.

“Billy, me, and Trini have first together” Jason said over Trini’s shoulder.

“Babe, you and I have almost everything together.” Kimberly smiled at the shorter girl.

The bell rang and their principal came out to talk to them.

"Settle down students. I know you’re all excited to be back, especially after the whole Power Rangers debacle from last year. I’m excited to announce that your new mayor is here to talk to you all.”

A tall woman with short, light blonde, almost white hair and icy blue eyes walked to center stage.

“Hello everyone, my name is Mayor Astronema. I’m here today to introduce myself and officially reopen Angel Grove High. I will also be discussing what’s going to happen as we move forward from the attack on Angel Grove.”

Trini got a strange, prickly feeling in the back of her head. The mayor stared directly at the rangers, her piercing eyes landing on Trini.

“After the attack last year, a big portion of the city, including the school was nearly destroyed. Thanks to various organizations and the city council, we are pleased to tell you all that the school has been rebuilt and improved with a variety of new equipment. Rest assured everyone, despite the fear of the Power Rangers and the monsters that come with them, we have everything under control.” The bell rang.

“Now, everyone get to class. We wouldn’t want to have to give anyone detention on the first day now would we?”

As everyone spilled out of the auditorium, Trini pulled the group to the side.

“Yo did anyone else get weird vibes from the new lady?”

“Definitely, but for now let’s just get to class.” Jason said as the five minute bell rang.

The group split as everyone went to their respective classes. Still, Trini couldn’t shake the feeling that something was going on.

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“Okay but can you believe her? Homework on the first day? C'mon man can’t we just chill for a little?” Zack whined while stuffing his face with a sandwich.

“Ugh I know! She wouldn’t even let me go to the bathroom, I thought I was gonna die.” Billy said biting into an apple.

Trini was stealing curly fries off Kim’s tray when a deep rumbling started. Across the school, the earthquake alarm system sounded.

“Attention students, this is not a drill. Earthquake procedures are now in effect everyone please listen to your teachers.”

Students immediately rushed under the tables, covering their heads. The team took the advantage and rushed out of the cafeteria into the hallway. As the shaking got worse, the school started trembling.

“We gotta morph! It looks like the new support beams aren’t gonna hold.” Jason yelled over the rumbling.

Their armor pulled itself over their skin and the rangers sprang into action.

“Trini, Kim, you guys get to the gym. I was in there earlier and most of those ceiling panels are still loose.” Jason commanded. The girls took off.

“Billy, you and Zack head to the tech wing, they plugged a bunch of generators and other equipment, it could start an electrical fire.”

“Where are you gonna go?” Billy asked as the building shook.

“I’m gonna take a lap and make sure all the support beams are holding up.”

Everyone took off to their assignments. Trini and Kim got to their spot first.

A group of kids were huddled under a wrestling mat as the ceiling tiles came down.

“Damn shitty ass school budget.” Trini said while the shaking worsened.

“We gotta get everyone out, you go left, I’ll go right.”

The girls moved quickly, Trini grabbed the mat and held it up to shield everyone as Kim rushed people out.

The shaking stopped momentarily, leaving the girls alone in the gym.

“Good job babe, c'mon let’s go get the boys.

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"Shit! Bill the whole room’s on fire!” Zack said as they slid to a stop in front of the tech classroom.

“There should be a fire extinguisher somewhere, you go get it and I’ll see if I can contain the fire.”

Zack took off while Billy tried to look for some way to stop the fire from spreading. Over in the corner of the room, he spotted an eye washing station.

“This is all I could find Billy!” Zack came back with a mini extinguisher from the teacher’s lounge.

“It’s ok I have a plan, there’s an eye wash station over there, if I can get to it, I can open up the hose inside and maybe put the fire out. Just clear a path for me.”

Zack sprayed a line to the station as Billy slid into the room and punched the box open. Water started spraying into the room and put the fire out.

“Hell yeah! We’re awesome.” Zack high fived Billy.

“We’re awesome yeah, but let’s go check on Jason.”

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Jason took off toward the middle of the school, where he knew most of the damage had happened during the battle. There was a big chunk of the ceiling that was threatening to come down. A beam had come down already on a bunch of students.

“Jason!” Billy said into their coms.

Turning around, he saw the team coming towards him.

“Hey guys, we gotta balance the ceiling and get these people out!”

Trini and Zack lifted the beam off the students while Billy, Jason, and Kim jumped to the ceiling to try and hold it up. They ripped a piece of floor up to keep the ceiling from collapsing.

Trini and Zack ushered the students into a classroom when a particularly violent shock knocked loose a sharp piece of shrapnel and sent it flying towards Kim and the boys.

It’s like Trini was seeing everything in slow motion.

“Kimberly!” She yelled as she rushed towards them. A loud roar thundered from her chest and her helmet peeled back. A flash of yellow light sent the shrapnel the other way.

The earthquake came to a stop. Trini turned towards Kim.

“Trin your eyes-”

“Attention students, everyone please make your way to the football field immediately.”

Trini blinked her eyes as they pulled their ranger armor back. Whatever that was, it felt like the beginning of something big.

“Fuck I didn’t even get to finish my sandwich!” Zack whined.

#trimberly fic #trimberly #power rangers 2017 #power rangers 2017 fic #this is gonna be a good one :)))))

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writingquestionsanswered · 5 years

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How would I vary with dialogue tags? I am aware of how you punctuate dialogue and how you use it, but lately, my writing has gotten redundant with doing: “Hello,” he said, sipping his coffee slowly OR “My name is Jane,” she mumbled, averting her eyes. There is the same pattern of the dialogue and the dialogue tag with the same sentence structure, and I’d like to vary that.

Avoiding Repetition with Dialogue Tags

If your dialogue tags are starting to sound redundant, that’s because you’re overusing them or using them in the exact same way. But there are lots of ways you can vary tags, and often you don’t need them at all. Here are some tips to keep in mind when writing dialogue:

1. Vary tag placement.

Dialogue tags don’t have to be just “she said” or “he mumbled” at the end of a line of dialogue. You can also place tags at the beginning and in the middle:

“What time do you want to leave?” Kimberly asked.

Frank looked at his watch and said, “Maybe around seven?”

“Isn’t that too late?” Kimberly asked, frowning. “We need time to park.”

2. Use action tags instead.

Action tags focus the reader on who is about to speak, or indicate who just spoke, without using speaking words like “said” “asked” “mumbled,” etc.

Kimberly glided into the room, all satin and expensive perfume. “What time do you want to leave?”

Frank looked at his watch. “Maybe around seven?”

“Isn’t that too late?” Kimberly’s fake lashes fluttered in concern.

3. Don’t use a tag at all. ««««

– Use context to indicate who spoke.

Sometimes you can use one speaker to set-up the next speaker:

Kimberly glided into the room, all satin and expensive perfume, stopping before Frank with an expectant look. “Well? When did you want to leave?”

“Maybe around seven?”

“Isn’t that too late?” Kimberly asked, fake lashes fluttering in concern.

Since Kimberly is staring at Frank expectantly before she asks her question, we can assume the question is meant for Frank and that he is indeed the person responding.

Another example:

“This is ridiculous! We’ll never make it to the concert before it’s over,” Caroline whined, throwing her arms up in exasperation.

Jason folded his arms and drew in a breath through his nose. “Not unless someone can drive us…”

All eyes in the room landed on Ted.

“What? You want me to drive? I just got my license yesterday!”

Since all eyes in the room landed on Ted, we can assume Ted is the one who speaks next, and the context of his answer makes sense as a reply.

– Use the natural “back and forth” pattern to your advantage.

If a character’s dialogue extends beyond a paragraph, we indicate that by withholding the end quotation mark but still using one at the start of the next paragraph. This is how you know the same person is still talking. Otherwise, when the end quotation mark is present, a new line should equal a new speaker. Because of this, when there are only two people conversing, or two people dominating a conversation, you can rely on the natural “back and forth” pattern to let the reader know who’s speaking:

Kimberly glided into the room, all satin and expensive perfume. “What time do you want to leave, darling?”

Frank folded his newspaper and looked up at his wife. “I was thinking about seven?”

“Isn’t that too late? We need time to park.”

“Very well, then. We’ll leave at a quarter ‘til. Unless you think that’s too early?”

“No, darling. Quarter ‘till will be fine.”

Even though the speakers are only indicated in the first two lines of dialogue, it’s very clear who says what. When Frank answers Kimberly’s question, who else would be replying but Kimberly when there’s no one else in the room? And when she expresses concern that seven is too late, who else would be there to acquiesce? We know that it’s Frank.

– Use character voice to indicate who’s speaking.

Some characters have particular ways of speaking that make them easy to identify in dialogue. Maybe they’re the stereotypical “mopey teenager” and everything is “ugh” and “whatever.” Maybe, like Kimberly above, they use a lot of nicknames or terms of endearment. Maybe there’s a particular type of slang or vernacular that they use, like someone from the south saying “darlin’” and “y’all.” Even if there had been a third person in the example in #4, we could have guessed the final response was uttered by Kimberly since she called Frank darling at the beginning, too.

So, let’s look at a final example putting all of these ideas into practice:

Kimberly glided into the room, all satin and perfume, stopping before Frank with an expectant look. “Well? What time did you want to leave, darling?”

“I was thinking about seven,” Frank said as he folded his newspaper and looked up at his adoring wife.

“Seven? Don’t you think that’s too late? We need time to park, after all.”

Frank shook his head. “Very well, then. We’ll leave at a quarter ‘til. Unless you think that would be too early?”

“No, darling. I think quarter ‘til would be fine.”

“Splendid. I’ll go get ready, then.”

Out of six lines of dialogue, I only used a tag (Frank said) one time. :)

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jess-rewatches-prodigalson · 4 years

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Episode 5: The Trip

This episode is one of my favourites simply because we get high!Malcolm.

Here are my thoughts.

SPOILERS AHEAD

1:15 - Malcolm’s hair is attractive like this.

2:29 - Poor Malcolm is deteriorating fast. At least he knows he needs sleep? I guess that’s good?

3:00 - Malcolm’s startled self-deprecation here is upsetting. Does he really think that when it comes to relationships/non-murder related things he’s incapable of being right?

3:26 - When Malcolm isn’t doing well, but he’s actively trying to convince others that he’s fine, he ends up looking very manic.

4:20 - “Where are they going?” That look? That is desperation. The look in Gil’s eyes? That is pain. That is concern. I am living for it.

4:45 - The look Gil give Bright here breaks my heart. You can tell that Gil wants nothing more than to wrap Bright in a blanket and haul him off to some sort of safe place until Bright feels better.

5:00 - Confirmation that even if Malcolm’s dad wasn’t a serial killer he wouldn’t be a stereotypical sports loving guy.

5:50 - It’s upsetting that Malcolm looks happiest at crime scenes.

6:25 - “He’s literally covered in drugs.” hahaha JT is the best.

7:10 - Aww Malcolm, reign it in buddy. Dani seemed annoyed before you started profiling her.

7:34 - Gil’s face here is perfect. It’s a face that says “I work with children. I regret the life decisions that led me into this room.”

8:07 - Why doesn’t Malcolm know about this? It happened after the 90s. He met Gil in ‘98. Gil took him on stakeouts. Did Gil never tell him work stories!? Nah. I don’t buy it. This explanation was for the audience. Malcolm already knew.

8:08 - ...So the woman in the pew that we just saw. Is she really present for the whole drug/police convo that’s about to happen? Does it get her killed? Seems like a church should be evacuated before police and drug dealers discuss dangerous information in it. Maybe that’s just me?

8:10 - Gil blesses himself. Gil is catholic? Do you think he ever took Malcolm to church? Does he regularly attend church or is this a childhood habit that Gil has? Was Gil raised catholic but moved away from the church as an adult? I’m fascinated by this. I want information.

9:10 - Is Dani ok? I mean I know why she’s acting the way she is (because rewatch) but she seems really upset this whole episode. Is there something else going on with her?

9:50 - *sigh* He’s having hallucinations now too?! This is not good. Our boy needs help. ALSO - The looks that Malcolm get from JT and Gil are everything. They look so concerned. My heart is full.

11:09 - Last episode Malcolm had a desk. Now he’s working (with a pencil cup) in the case board room? Is this by choice? Because he wants to be able to look at the board or did he somehow lose desk privileges? Does he share the desk with someone else? I have questions.

11:40 - There’s something really beautiful about the way Dani and Malcolm interact. It’s when we see Malcolm at his most calm and rational. It’s when we see Dani at her most vulnerable. Dani is such a badass but when she interacts with Malcolm there’s a beautiful softness about her. There’s a vulnerability to both of them that’s too precious for this world. You can see how much they care about each other (as friends or more, I’m not getting into the Brightwell debate).

12:20 - You ever wonder if Malcolm experimented with street drugs as a teenager/college student? I do. I wonder if he was so desperate to numb his pain that he tried street drugs in addition to his prescriptions. Maybe when he was at Harvard?

12:40 - Malcolm looks to Gil for permission. Another instance where we see that Malcolm has a big heart. Yes Malcolm is manic and weird but he also cares about others. He has tact. It’s just that sometimes he chooses to be blunt, or to be insensitive when he’s desperate for information pertaining to a case/his past.

13:03 - Holy crap. That look on Malcolm’s face. He’s scared. For Dani. Well. My heart has melted.

13:40 - How many staff members does Jessica have? She lives alone. In a townhouse. She has no yard to maintain. So far there’s been Louisa, Aldolpho, and now Kimberly....Rich people live a weird life.

14:10 - How did Eve find out that Jessica was looking to donate money if she wasn’t invited to this luncheon? Who told Eve about it? Or was Eve spying on the Whitly family?

14:35 - I’ll be honest: I immediately didn’t/don’t like Eve. It seemed weird that she showed up uninvited to the Jessica’s place. Eve’s confidence is mixed with a sort of ambition that just rubs me the wrong way. Basically, she reminds me too much of someone I didn’t like in high school.

15:30 - Malcolm really doesn’t do undercover well does he? I mean he’s sooo overdressed. Couldn’t he have at least taken off his tie before going to this club? He sticks out like a sore thumb. Did Malcolm come to the club to talk to Estime or because he profiled that Dani would come to the club and he was worried about her?

16:18 - “That’s a bad guy window.” This line is cute. What’s cuter is how relaxed Malcolm is in this scene. It’s the most calm we’ve seen him all episode.

17:20 - Did Dani and Estime have a romantic relationship in the past? The way they’re interacting seems to imply it.

17:53 - And we’re right back to manic Malcolm. Look at his eyes. Yikes. This dude really obsesses over mysteries.

18:50 - Why did the gun wielding dude suddenly go away? Did he assume he made the kill he came there for? Did he know the cops were coming?

18:52 - Here comes angry Dad.

19:21 - and here is Concerned Dad.

19:32 - Ok. So Malcolm is high here (which is hilarious) but that little speech he gives to Gil is really touching and honestly completely on the mark. Do you think Gil and Malcolm ever discussed it when Malcolm was sober? Do you think Malcolm ever told that to Gil before this moment? I honestly think Gil needed to hear that. Even if it was from high!Bright. He looked really close to snapping at one (or both) of his children. He needed to remember why he loves them. Why they love him.

20:00 - Seriously. Gil is just the team Dad. I want to see a team dinner at Gil’s place. Where Gil asks everyone about their day and acts like a total Dad.

20:36 - How did Malcolm get into his weapon collecting hobby?

21:07 - It’s heartbreaking that Malcolm is the happiest we’ve ever seen him when he’s high as a kite.

21:38 - That’s unfiltered. That’s a man who lost all his friends when he was ten years old and was never able to make new ones. That is a man who desperately wants a friend. That is a woman who is terrified to trust. That is a woman who wants a friend. A woman who needs a friend.

22:21 - Why is it that Malcolm conveniently has food in his fridge right now? In subsequent episodes his fridge is bare. He’s admitted that most food makes him sick. Why does he have ingredients for grilled cheese tonight of all nights? I mean I know why (because the writers deemed it so) but it seems out of character?

22:40 - Dude. Malcolm has so much product in his shower. What are all of those bottles?!? And what are they for?!

23:11 - Malcolm’s pill bottles are on the counter. Dani can see them. Does she read the labels? Does she ask him about them later? ALSO WHY ARE THERE 3 HALF FULL WATTER GLASSES ON THE COUNTER?!? He lives alone. Is one of them Dani’s? Is that a boy thing? My 20 year old brother regularly has 2-3 half full glasses of water/juice in the kitchen. It drives me crazy.

23:18 - Anyone else desperate to know what’s at the top of the stairs in Malcolm’s loft? Where do those stairs GO?

23:28 - Props to Tom Payne. This is such a believable panic attack. It’s heart breaking but honest.

24:40 - This is it. Malcolm’s deepest fear. That he is just like his father. That he is capable of murder. That he would enjoy it. That he already has murdered someone as a child.

26:20 - Why didn’t Dani sleep on the couch? Did she leave Malcolm to sleep in the shower? Did she somehow move him to the bed? Apparently Dani did dishes though (or Malcolm when Dani was sleeping) because there is only 1 half empty glass on the counter now.

26:21 - Anyone want to talk about how attractive Tom Payne looks in this scene? Just me? Ok.

26:47 - I love this. The vulnerability. They trust each other enough to open up to each other. They need each other. They’re both in more pain than they pretend to be in.

27:34 - What was Dani’s drug of choice? ALSO I want a fic of Papa!Gil taking care of a detoxing Dani.

28:12 - Gil’s smile. His conversation with Dani. Dani’s apology. UgH. It’s perfect. He’s such a dad. He’s already forgiven her before she even tries to apologize. He’s happy to see her and he’s happy that Malcolm’s ok.

28:23 - You know. We give Malcolm a lot of shit in this fandom for not being able to take care of himself (and rightfully so). BUT. Can we for one minute appreciate how Dani, Gil, Malcolm, and JT are all really mature, good adults? Seriously. They take responsibility for their mistakes. They apologize when necessary. They have manners. They talk to each other when something is bothering them and the time is right (well, Malcolm’s not great at this but he’s doing it better than most adults I know).

28:48 - Ugh. Eve is back. She’s mining for information from Jessica. I can’t stand this.

30:00 - Does this mean that Malcolm’s childhood bedroom is still intact?!? I want to see it. I want the team to see it. I want that scene and I want it now.

30:40 - Ok. SO Eve and Malcolm have been making eyes at each other throughout this whole scene. BUT I have to wonder (April 11/2020) - was Eve ever really interested in Malcolm? I mean he just admitted to having drugs explode in his face. He walked into the room talking about barbiturates and he looks manic af right now. Even if she thought he was cute (which he is) the red flags from this conversation should have been enough for her to stay away from him. And yet - she pursues him. Makes me question how authentically she actually cares about him.

32:19 - Where did JT go?!? He’s been gone for the past like 20 minutes of this episode. Did he get sick? Is he on another case? I need answers.

33:19 - Ok. So JT’s pulling a warrant with Gil.

33:25 - That right there is an authentic smile. You can see how much Malcolm loves Gil here.

35:28 - I’ll be honest the “murder of the week” in this episode is boring to me.

40:05 - This little scene between Malcolm and Dani over tea is super sweet.

41:54 - You’re telling me that overbearing, intense Jessica didn’t look in that box before she sent it over to Malcolm. Nah. I’m not buying it. That woman has no boundaries when it comes to her children.

Well. Thanks for hanging out. I’ll be back soon.

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Trimberly- you're a terrible cook

find it on: ao3

“Kim, do I - do I want to know?”

“Uh. No?” Kim reaches out to quickly pat out the little burst of flame that flares up again in the aftermath of her attempt at dinner, avoiding eye contact the whole time. Trini’s pretty sure there’s cream in her hair. “I’m pretty sure you don’t.”

Trini’s not sure what she expected when she walked in the door. Flowers, maybe. Or wine. Maybe one of those oversized stuffed animals, like the one Kim had surprised her with a couple birthdays before. Hell, she wouldn’t have been shocked if she walked into their home and Kim had a string quartet or some shit like that - she and Kim have been together for seven years and in that time, Trini’s seen her fair share of her girlfriend’s extravagant displays of affection.

It used to bother her a little. Not the displays themselves, but rather how good Kim was at showing her care in this way. Trini was never one for grand declarations or big gestures. For a while, right at their start, there were many nights Trini spent scared out of her fucking mind that Kim would get tired of never having her big gestures reciprocated, would get tired of dating someone who panicked every time she took her hand in public. That she would get tired of Trini.

The voice that used to whisper shit like that has been mostly quiet for years now; Kim, when Trini finally came out with what had been keeping her up at night, had made it clear that there was no underlying resentment at Trini’s quieter care.

“How can you say that?” Kim had asked, her expression cycling through worry to hurt to confusion and back again. “You’re, like, the only person that will watch Chopped with me.”

For their anniversary this year, Trini built Kim a new vanity after her old one was sacrificed in the name of sexcapades (in Trini’s defense, she didn’t know the joint connecting the tabletop to the leg was already weak when she grabbed onto it in a fit of ecstasy. Really, she should blame Kim for doing that thing). And in the days leading to this, the seven year mark on their relationship, Trini’s been making wild guesses at what Kim would do.

“Are you whisking me away to the French Riviera?” she’d asked over breakfast a few weeks prior.

“Trini, we both know we don’t make enough for that,” Kim had mumbled back through a mouthful of cereal.

Valid.

“Roadtrip to South-by-Southwest?” Trini had guessed while they watched Brooklyn 99 reruns a few days ago.

Kim stuck her with a deadpan look. “Do you really think I would be able to keep it to myself if I landed us tickets to that?”

Also valid.

And finally, this morning, Trini had, in between slow, languorous kisses, briefly wondered, “Are you proposing?”

Kim had just kissed her way down Trini’s jaw, mumbling as she went, “Baby, we’re already engaged.”

Which, again - valid.

That said, as Trini steps further into the house and looks around, she thinks she was probably closer with her guess this morning if the rose petals, candles, and charred remains of what looked like a very nice dinner were anything to go by.

“Kimmy, I love you more than life itself,” Trini starts, her initial shock softening as Kim buries her face in her hands.

“I’m a terrible cook!” Kim groans, not looking up until Trini’s just in front of her, laying her hands on her waist.

“You’re a terrible cook,” Trini agrees softly. “And that’s okay. But also, why did you try and burn our kitchen to the ground?”

“Because I love you.”

“Interesting choice.”

Kim’s look of abject defeat finally gives way to that soft, adoring look she saves for Trini alone as she leans forward, draping her arms over Trini’s shoulders.

“I was taking lessons,” Kim admits after Trini coaxes her into a few kisses. “I had this whole plan to propose to you -.”

“I knew it!”

“And then your drunk ass had to go and beat me to it, but guess who still had six weeks of lessons under her belt?”

“Six weeks?”

“And your ring just got back from the jeweler, so I figured I’d keep the plan and give you the speech and do the whole thing how I’d planned it, but then I burned the duxelles and…it was kind of downhill after that.” Kim sighs and presses her cheek to Trini’s crown. “Is Chinese okay?”

Trini squirms out of Kim’s hold just slightly, enough so that she can peer up at her in disbelief. “You took six weeks of cooking lessons to make me dinner?” she asks, gaping at her fiancée.

“I took six weeks of cooking lessons to fail at making you dinner, yes.”

“Kim.”

“I’m not being overly negative!” Kim protests. “Losing six dish towels to flames seems like a pretty good indicator of failure.”

“Kimberly,” Trini huffs, frowning until Kim fully refocuses on her, rather than the mess behind them.

Kim quirks an eyebrow. “Yes?”

“You have a speech?”

“Of course.”

Trini falls silent for a moment, gathering her words or her courage. They’ve been together for so long, but sometimes - sometimes Trini still gets nervous about this. About asking for what she wants.

“Can I hear it?”

Trini’s sure she’s said the right thing, her choice affirmed in the way Kim’s entire face lights up, in the way her shoulders loosen infinitesimally. She’s even more sure after the way Kim kisses her, like she’s someone to be wonderstruck over.

“You can hear it so long as you promise not to change your answer after I tell you every sappy thing I’ve ever thought about you and us,” Kim tells her some time later, her lipstick a little worse for the wear.

Trini slips her fingers under the waistband of Kim’s skirt, just to feel the smooth heat of her skin and to see the way Kim’s pupils dilate, to see how her throat bobs as she swallows hard, to feel the way her breath catches. Kim leans down for another kiss, coaxing the heat building between them to spark.

“Mm,” Trini hums against her lips. “You could not pay me enough money in the world to change my answer.”

Kim grins at her, awestruck. Kisses her again, something slower and sweeter and more tender, something that pulls at the very core of Trini, something that makes her chest ache with love.

“Okay,” Kim whispers. “But not in here.”

She shoos Trini out onto the patio, into the cool, dusky evening, before running back into the house. When she comes back, little wooden ring box in hand, Trini’s just finished lighting the candles they keep out on the patio table for nights when it’s too nice to eat inside.

“Ugh,” Kim groans, wrapping Trini back up in her arms. “I love you so much.”

Trini can’t help laughing, dropping her lighter onto the table and slipping her arms around Kim’s waist in response. “That better not be the speech,” she teases.

“Oh, please,” Kim huffs. “My speech made the boys sob like babies.”

“Historically not difficult to accomplish.”

“It made Tommy cry too.”

Trini pauses. “Respect.”

Finally disentangling, Kim steps back and shakes out her arms quickly. “Okay,” she starts. “Do you want to be standing or sitting?”

“How do you want me?” Trini asks, leaning into the double entendre with an eyebrow waggle.

Kim, always committed to the drama of it all, ignores the easy joke and instead asks, “How do you picture your perfect proposal?”

“How did you propose the first time?”

Trini can answer that - they were in the shower, Trini too hungover from the night before to really do much else beyond make out under the spray, and Kim had backed her up against the tile, crowding her and had asked, “So, were you serious last night? Because I was very serious.”

“About what?” Trini had mumbled, struggling to focus on anything but the drops of water racing down Kim’s neck to her chest and rethinking her policy on only making out.

“You, me, holy matrimony.”

“Please don’t rhyme at me.”

“Wedded bliss. Were you serious?”

“That’s still a rhyme.”

“Trini.”

At the sound of her name, Trini had snapped her eyes up and seen the open, searching look Kim was leveling at her, the look that said I’ll drop this if you were joking, but please don’t be joking.

“I meant it,” Trini had answered quietly, half drowned out by the rush of water around them.

Kim’s hands, previously settled on Trini’s waist, began to drift up over her ribcage, her shoulders, up to cradle Trini’s face. “Seriously?” Kim had asked.

“Seriously.”

And now they’re here. Trini’s not sure she can think of anything that could top Kim’s original proposal, whether she’s sitting or standing or whatever.

Silently, she sits.

“Okay,” Kim breathes, bouncing from foot to foot. “Okay, I’ve got this.”

“You’ve got this,” Trini echoes encouragingly.

Kim flashes her a grateful smile before she sinks to one knee. “Trini Gomez,” she starts before falling silent, tilting her head a little and staring openly. The flickering candlelight casts a warm glow across her features, her brows drawn together, her lips parted. Trini could die from loving her.

“Yes?” Trini prompts, wondering briefly if Kim was chickening out.

She needn’t have worried. In a flash, Kim is surging forward, up off the ground to stand between Trini’s legs and curl over her, cradling her face between her hands like Trini’s something precious. “I love you so much,” Kim manages before she’s kissing Trini hard, pressing forward until she’s in Trini’s lap.

Trini grips Kim’s hips, making a single, soft noise of surprise before she gets with the program.

“Just - it’s wild how much I love you,” Kim tells her between heated kisses. “Every day I wake up to you and - oh!” Kim sucks in a sharp breath when Trini’s hand slips under the hem of her skirt. “Trini, are you trying to make me lose my place?” she reprimands.

“You kissed me!”

“You were looking at me like that and you expected me to what? Just not kiss you?” Kim leans back, her expression turning smug at Trini’s whine of protest. “As I was saying,” she grins, “the moment I first met you - really met you, I wanted you in my life. However you wanted to be there. In whatever way.”

Trini sways forward, pressing a soft kiss to Kim’s jaw. She leans back when Kim stares at her, offering her an innocent smile at Kim’s raised eyebrows.

“I can’t believe we waited as long as we did,” Kim continues, her voice growing softer, her eyes misting over. “It was kind of torture, but the best kind. I’d have lived through any kind of torture if it meant I got even a little bit of you, for the record.”

“Kim.”

“And you’re your own person and I’m my own person, and we’re entirely whole unto ourselves, to be clear,” Kim tells her seriously. “But I like to think that we’re our own whole, individual selves, but just a little better for knowing and loving each other.” She leans in to kiss the corner of Trini’s mouth. “I know I am.”

Trini strokes her thumbs over the warm skin of Kim’s thighs under her skirt, swallowing hard against the burn of tears.

“I wake up to you every morning and every morning I am made the happiest woman in the history of the universe over again,” Kim says, her voice thick. “I - I had more to say, but I really want to kiss you again, so what do you say? Will you marry me?”

…

Later, in the heavy dark of night after the candles have burned out, Kim and Trini giggle as they gather up their scattered clothing.

“You know,” Kim murmurs as they head back inside, Trini already searching the pockets of her jeans for her phone to order in. “I see the upside to having a privacy fence now.”

“If you think for a second that my insistence on getting that fence means that outdoor sex is regularly on the table, I will throw this ring at you.”

“You’re just mad that your hair got messed up. Also I love you,” Kim teases, coming up behind Trini and resting her chin on her shoulder.

“Always with the smooth recovery,” Trini grumbles even as she leans into Kim’s embrace. “You’re smart, Kimmy. Might just have to marry you.”

#trimberly #trimberly week #its a day late but here's my fluff entry also it just kept growing lmao #power rangers 2017 #kimberly hart #trini #anonymous #human interaction

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