#was there some kind of fucking memo out for everybody to go

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Darkfic!Gaz, nothing too extreme but this is not loverboy!Gaz, this is more of It-makes-me-want-to-laugh-at-you-when-you-cry!Gaz.

TW: emotional manipulation, a bit of dubcon, mentions of kidnaps

Everyone has a limit, and Gaz is not an exception.

He is still made of meat and bones, and emotions can be tamed but not ignored forever.

Working in the military takes a toll on everybody, both physically and emotionally. And survivor guilt is the worst of them all.

Gaz is back from his last mission, but many of his colleagues won't. Ever again.

Too many casualties.

Too many lives lost.

Too many injured.

And he is fine.

Not even a scratch he could pick at to feel the pain he deserves.

He shouldn't be walking home so freely, dozens of families are about to find out they will never be whole again.

And he is walking home to you, happy to welcome him back as if he was a hero, dinner warm on the table and you talking to him about your day.

As if he would care about how your colleague invited you to a company dinner in a couple of days. People died today, he couldn't care less.

But it seems you cannot get the memo.

“Can you shut the fuck up for a fucking second? Shit! I have been out for months, I just want some fucking quiet time and you keep fucking going on and on about you. How can you be so selfish?! Fuck! Just shut up, for fuck sake!” He says, standing up from the table and dropping his half-eaten dinner on the sink before walking upstairs to the bathroom to shower.

He regrets it the moment the words leave his lips, the hurt look on your face as if he had just hit you. 

It had happened before, the pressure of his work gets too much, he keeps it in, not being able to complain to anyone, until it overfills and in the end you are the one that takes the fall.

He hates himself for it, you are literary the best thing he has, his sweet girl, always willing to take him in, more ways than another, always willing to listen to him, always patient, always kind.

And this is how he repays you, with shouts, sex and apologies. That's the cycle.

He'll get out of the shower and you'll be lying on the sofa, not wanting to share the bed with him, he'll pull you apart and back together on said sofa, and once you are satisfied and pliant he'll take you to bed to sleep on his arms. 

Until it happens again. 

He gets out of the shower, towel around his hips, and goes down to the living room. But you aren't there, his brows furrow; maybe you are picking the blanket from the room. 

So he goes upstairs again, smiling when the room's light is on, and enters; smile quickly dropping when he sees you. 

No. No. No. No.

His stomach sinks when he sees the suitcase open on top of the bed, clothes being thrown inside by you.

He can see the tears in your eyes, but you don't look sad, you look angry. You have never been angry at him, he can't wait to feel it.

“Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?” He asks stepping closer, closing the suitcase so you can’t put any more clothes in. 

You huff, looking at him with hate and tears in your eyes as you try to move his hand away from the suitcase. “I'm leaving, Kyle” 

No, no, no, you can leave, he needs you, how can you leave him? What will he do without you?

“Why? Love, please, stop, talk to me, please?” He begs, making you throw the t-shirt on your hand to the floor.

“Talk to you?!” You shout at him. “Maybe I should talk to you the way you talk to me, Kyle! Then maybe you would get an idea of how much it hurts!”

He deserves it, he knows he does, but you have never spoken this loudly to him before, and it stirs something inside him. It makes him wonder if he can make you moan as loud, scream his name. 

“I know, love. I'm sorry, I really am. You know that, right? You know that I love you to bits?” He asks, manipulation at his best. But you don't fall for it, you are far too smart to be blinded by his hurt expression. He tries to cup your face, if he can touch you he knows he's got you; but so do you, and you quickly move his hands away from your face.

“If you loved me you wouldn't treat me the way you do, Kyle.” You argue, clever girl you are.

“How can I not love you, dear?” He asks, body moving closer to you. Your hand rests on the middle of his naked chest, keeping him back. It's the back of your hand that touches him, almost as if your palm was too good to touch him. 

Your touch is cold, both literally and figuratively and that makes him start to panic. What if you actually leave? What if he can't fix this before is too late? What if it is too late? 

He needs you, he needs the control he has over you. Everything in his life constantly feels out of control, his superiors barking orders at him, enemies playing with him, and comrades dying on the battlefield without him being able to do anything about it. He needs to feel he is in control of something, even if that something is a someone and even if that someone is you.

He still pushes closer, the heat from his body pooling into the coldness of your touch. He resists the urge to smile satisfied with how your body betrays you. Kyle does love you, even if it is in an unfair, distorted and macabre way. And he knows you love him, in a genuine, comforting and undeserving way. 

His hands manage to get to your face, pushing his face forward to kiss your cheek. Baby steps.

“C’mon, love. I'm sorry, please. I won't do it again, I promise. I'll work on it, I promise I never intended to hurt you. I'm sorry, it's the job, I promise. I love you, darling. I really do.” He says, as he drops kisses on your face, lowering to your jaw and the moment he reaches your neck, he smiles, hidden from your eyes, knowing he is keeping you once more. 

Shouts, sex and apologies. That's the cycle.

“Kyle…” You protest, your hand still on his chest and some fight still in you, but he can work it out of you. 

“I'm sorry, dear. I'll treat you better, I promise. As good as you deserve, I promise.” He has you against his chest now, and he feels your hand slowly turning on his chest; your palm much warmer against his skin. 

He sucks on your neck making you whimper and he needs every bit of self-restraint not to laugh at you, not to laugh at how easy it was. He shouldn't have gotten nervous, he’s got you eating out of his hands.

The part of his brain that is still human, that tells him that you are still human starts to talk to his dismay. He knows it! He perfectly knows that he is a monster for how he treats you, that you should be with someone a hundred times better, such a sweet girl stuck together with such a horrible man.

But one of the many traits that make him such a horrible man is how egoistic he is, so he will keep you, even if you don't want to. He'll keep pushing you away and locking the doors so you can't run. Tomorrow he'll burn the suitcase, he is not letting you get this far ever again. 

A glimmer of guilt sits at the bottom of his stomach, a useless feeling. It only means he needs to get inside of you soon, fill himself with the love he so little deserves and fill yourself with empty lies of eternal love.

He grips your thighs, urging you to jump on his hips. You resist for a second too long and he slaps your asscheek making you jump with a whimper.

“I'm gonna make you feel good, love. I'm sorry. I'll make it worth it, I promise.” He says, still biting your neck. The towel around his hips falls at some point, not that he cares; it would get in the way anyway. Just as much as your clothes are, he doesn't bother to let you back on the floor to take them off. He simply grabs the material and rips it on your crotch leaving your cunt exposed. 

He is still standing, he doesn't want you to be able to rely on any support, he wants you to feel that if you don't grab him you'll fall, he wants you to need him just as much as he needs you. He slips his hand behind you, getting a finger inside of you making you whimper as you hide your face on his neck; clinging onto him and he loves it. 

This is how he wants you, desperate for him. Just like he is for you. At his disposal, just for him.

He can feel the wetness dripping down his fingers, he knows he should add more fingers before sinking you on his dick, but he wants to feel you stretch around his dick, moulding yourself just for him, shaping your insides only for him.

You bite his shoulder when he does and he smiles, loving it, he needs it. He needs the pain you inflict on him when he is like this, the bites on his shoulders, the scratches on his back, the kicks on his lower back, all of it. He deserves, he deserves much more. You could sink a knife into his shoulder, cut him to his hip dragging the blade and he would still feel you need to do more.

He is so horrible to you, he knows he hurts you, and he wishes you could hurt him back, let him know what is like. But you never do, because you are too good to hurt the man you love and it only makes him want you to hurt him more. 

He grabs your hips hard, making you bounce on his dick, the room filling with your moans and the sound of skin slapping on skin. There are no more thoughts inside his head, already forgetting the faces of those men who died today, already forgetting their names. This is why he needs you, it would consume him alive if it wasn't for you. He needs you.

You cling to him, moaning his name, you mind forgetting his harsh words already only being able to focus on the way his dick is hitting so deep inside of you. 

He makes sure to go round after round, his seed spilling out of you making him grunt. He should get you pregnant, stuck with him for real that way, forever.

It's only when you can no longer talk that he gets in the bed with you, hugging you tightly, too afraid you'll think about leaving again. 

It's usually at this point he can finally relax, go to sleep and forget about the nightmares his days have been.

But a new nightmare arises when he says, “I love you” and you answer “I know”.

Tomorrow, he is burning your suitcase and he is tying you to the bed. Enough playing around with him, he is here, and you don't need to go anywhere. 

Shouts, sex and apologies. That's the cycle.

And that will remain the same.

Whether you want it or not.

This was my first try at writing something more dark-ish. I'm not really sure if it even classifies as it, but. I hope you guys enjoy it anyway 🩷🩷

@waiting-so-long this is what you have done to me. I don't know if this fits the vision you had but I hope you enjoy it my dear! 🩷🩷

@sgtgarricks here you have it as well, wait no more 🩷🩷

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If We Were Vampires (C.S.)

summary: chris learns to look past his fear of growing up for a future with the girl of his dreams

contains: angst, lots of emotions, chris pov, 3rd person, a bit of fluff, some suggestive content, cussing, 1.5k words

“So what, Chris? You expect me to just sit around waiting for you to man up?”

“I never said you had to. If you feel like you wanna go, then go.”

Chris replays the moment over and over again as he lies in his bed, staring up at the ceiling. It’s been a week, and he still can’t figure out what went so wrong. He doesn’t even know how it started. But then again, he doesn’t know how any of this started.

Everybody knows what he thinks about relationships. Or more accurately how much he never thinks about them. There were just a million other things he found more interesting than chasing after some fairytale of finding the one.

But then he met her. She’d come out of nowhere, like a siren in her flowy white dress, and he’d been stuck in her orbit ever since.

He tries to call her again, but the phone goes straight to voicemail. If it wasn’t for his texts going through, he’d be sure he was blocked. Frustration floods over him and he goes to make another call before realizing she is the one he’d normally call when he felt like this.

“God, I feel so stupid.” He says, sniffling and burying his face in her neck.

“It's not stupid. You’re allowed to be sad.” She replies, her voice soothing as she runs her fingers through his hair.

“Over the fucking ninja turtles?” He asks, laughing a bit at himself at how dramatic he feels.

“Over your childhood coming to an end.” She supplies, pulling away so she can look him in the eyes. “You’re allowed to be scared of what comes next.”

He lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding as his eyes bounce between her kind warm ones. Somehow this girl he never went looking for has become one of the only people who can talk him off the edge.

He rests his head on her chest, listening to her heartbeat for a while before he speaks again.

“Come with me to what’s next," he requests quietly, a prickle of fear rising when he realizes how much he means it.

She's silent for a beat before she holds him tighter. “If you let me,” she whispers, the slightest tinge of sadness coating her words.

The only thing in his head now is her face. Her face when she lay next to him, wiping away at his tears. Her face when he’d agree to watch one of her lame shows just to see her smile. Her face before she stormed out of his house, her hand swiping over her eyes to fight back any tears. It makes him sick to think of her like that. But it makes him even sicker to know it was his fault.

He wants to go to his brothers’ room for advice but he knows what they will say and he needs to figure this out for himself. Opening up his notes app, he begins a list of pros and cons, making the title her name and typing until his fingers ache. He stares at the list, his vision going blurry with emotion. One side is so much longer, it’s almost comical and he chokes out a laugh that turns into a sob.

There’s only one thing that haunts both sides of his list and it makes his chest ache. ‘one day, I’ll lose her.’

It’s the truth no matter which way he spins it. They might get months. They might get forty years. But one day one of them will be left behind.

Chris closes his eyes, resolve taking hold of him suddenly. He might lose her eventually. But it doesn’t have to be today.

He picks his phone up to send her a voice memo, hoping against hope that she’ll listen and understand. “Hey…I tried calling but…um…I guess you don’t want to talk to me yet. Which I get.” He sighs, annoyed at himself for how bad he’s rambling.

“Listen, I’ve been an idiot. All that bullshit about labels and dating, I didn’t mean any of it. I was just scared. But I’m way more scared of letting you walk away from me. I’m ready to grow up… or at least I’m ready to try.” He pulls his finger up, letting the memo send as he cringes at his stupid way with words.

Shaking his head and letting go of whatever morsel of ego he has left, he records another message. “Anyway, if you think you can give us another shot, please come tonight. We’re still having our craft night. It will be fun. I know Nick wants to see you… and I.. I need to see you too. Let me know.”

Hours later, he’s leaning against the kitchen counter staring at the nonexistent replies in their thread when Matt walks over.

“You alright, man?” He asks, a hint of concern in his tone. He takes a spot next to his brother, peering over to see what has his attention. Matt sighs when he sees her name and places a hand on Chris’ shoulder. “You gotta stop torturing yourself.”

Chris looks up at his brother, trying and failing to hide the shine in his eyes. “I really fucked this up, didn’t I?”

Matt can’t quite find the words for a moment, stunned at the hurt on his brother's face. He composes himself quickly, biting his lip and shaking his head. “It’s going to be okay. She’ll come or she won’t. And then we’ll know.”

As their friends start to pile in and crowd around the table, Chris forces himself to stay in the moment. After his third time of running to the door at a knock and it not being her, he stays glued to his chair, trying to focus on his diamond painting.

He tries feebly to be a good host, making small talk and mild quips about Madi’s technique, but he’d like nothing more than to head downstairs and rot in his room.

Nick catches Matt’s eye, the two exchanging a brief “what the fuck do we do” glance before they head over to him. Nick leans over his shoulder, commenting on how hard of a pattern Chris chose but he just gives a disinterested nod in return.

Determined to make him laugh, Nick starts to go big, starting down rants that he knows Chris will love. He considers it a personal win when he hears Chris’ trademark laugh and places his hands on his brother's shoulders.

Chris looks up at his brothers, knowing despite their efforts to be sly exactly what they are doing, and gives them a small weak smile. He places his phone face down and gives his friends his full attention. There will be plenty of other nights to miss her.

“Must be the pizzas,” Nick mutters when he hears a faint knock on the door. He jogs down and swings the door open, stopping in his tracks when he sees her. A smile of relief breaks across his face and he pulls her into a tight hug, whispering a soft “thank god.”

They go up the stairs together, anxiousness taking hold of her when she spots him across the room. “Hi everyone.” She says quietly, the chatter pausing for a second as they look up at her.

They call out greetings but she doesn’t hear a word because Chris meets her eye, blinking slowly as if he’s convincing himself she’s really there. She wants to apologize. For being late, for ignoring his calls. But there are so many people here so she waits.

He wants to go to her and sweep her up in his arms. He wants to kiss her until they run out of air, make her understand exactly how much he wants this. But there are so many people here so he waits.

But it’s okay. For the first time, he’s confident that they’ve got time. For the first time, he’s relieved with how much time left there is to give her.

Tonight he’ll tell her for the first time how much he loves her. Tonight she’ll tell him back in a thousand different ways, her nails leaving small trails down his back as his skin meets hers again and again. And tonight he’ll watch her chest rise and fall until he can make himself believe she’s real.

But for now, he just breathes out a ragged breath and holds out his arms for her. So she goes to him, settling into his lap and starting a painting of her own. And even if he can’t make this last forever, he can have it now. And maybe it will even be enough.

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Tumblr ate it before, here is the full narrative in all its fanficcy glory, except it was an actual dream that I actually had. Unintentional Succession and figure skating rpf fanfic about Ilia Malinin (the guy who skated to music from the show)

At the beginning of the dream, I somehow find myself in The Wilderness, I Guess, with no idea how I got there or what I was previously doing, as dreams tend to go. Some rich people bring me onto their boat and are sorta nice to me but the vibes are also way off, especially this one old guy, he reminds me of my impression of the dad from Succession, I think, and he starts acting like he thinks I was there to spy on him and not just hopelessly confused after getting lost and being invited onto his boat. I’m starting to get a little concerned about this whole situation, which I should have been a long time ago but my brain wasn’t working, but Ilia shows up out of nowhere like “no it’s cool, I know her” and invites me to come home with him and his family (the rich people on the boat)

I accept this impromptu invitation because in the dream, he and I go to the same college and kind of know each other but aren’t really close, and it still seems like a smart and wise decision at the time. Also I’m still confused in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of kinda intimidating strangers and at least I know who he is.

Immediately it becomes even clearer, his family is rich, like filthy, disgusting rich, he doesn’t even have any idea how rich they are, and half of them don’t either. Also, there is Tension afoot. I don’t know any details, of course, but I know #FamilyTension when I see it. Something about the grandfather getting old and who he’s going to pass the company on to, and everybody wants it, and everybody’s kind of an asshole about it and also just in general. Except Ilia who just seems a little lost in he middle of it all, like he’s not quite sure how he got there either. They’re kind of awful to him, but they’re just awful all the time.

“Like Succession,” I think. What a distressingly personal music choice. I wonder if they know.

I have not seen Succession, but I have seen a gif of the scene where the guy laughs and the other guy says “laugh at the same volume as everyone else- we didn’t adopt you from the hyena farm.”

Immediately, that happens. Verbatim.

Am I- are we- I look at Ilia. He looks back at me, frightened? Pained? Silently pleading with me to understand something a human mind can hardly be asked to comprehend?

I keep my mouth shut and my eyes and ears open.

Now, not only is the family kinda fucked up and, well, Succession-y, they’re also weird. They’re just weird. They’re weirdly quiet, like they’re tiptoeing around everyone all the time. There’s this weird, almost cult-like devotion to the grandfather who currently owns the company and who we only rarely see- they all hate him, but they also fawn over him, and he almost never leaves his office, a place that begins to hold such inexplicable dread for me that I can hardly stand to walk past the door.

They’re also weird about me.

“Just a friend,” Ilia said, but I don’t think the family got the memo because they’re acting like we’re getting married. Or… no, that’s not really the vibe, do they think he like “Congratulations, you’re my sister now, I just have to get the fam to approve” because that IS the vibe especially after they just sort of picked me up like a stray cat from the edge of the lake but like- what. Or do they think I’m trying to join their weirdo secret society grandfather-worshipping cult thingy, because I can assure them- anyway, whatever, they’re weird and I don’t think they like me.

His aunt is always scribbling notes whenever she’s around me and passing them on to the grandfather. I sneak a look once- “fidgets with hands too much while speaking; smiles too big” which were things I had just done as we spoke a second ago. For some reason, I’m less self-conscious and more… maybe starting to fear for my life. Just a little.

Maybe it’s just normal weird family stuff, but somehow it feels way more serious than that. It’s all giving me vibes of at least two movies and a music video where the guy brings a girl home and his family tries to like sacrifice her or something, except instead of some ritual I’ll be sacrificed on the alter of family image, I guess, also known as murdered for being a little awkward. I’ve been trying really hard to be polite and act like it’s all normal and stuff, but finally I have to ask, and finally there’s a moment with no family members creepily taking notes on my every muscle contraction.

“Ilia, be honest. On a scale of one to ten, how worried should I be about your family?”

And he’s like, “They’re not my family. They think they’re my family, and as long as they do, I’m- not safe, but safe-er. I can’t really protect you, but if they think I’m someone to them and you’re someone to me, I mean, I can probably keep you from mysteriously turning up missing?”

And I’m like, “Ilia.”

And he’s like, “You know Succession? You recognized the hyena farm line, at least. We’re in the show. We need to play along, and then we need to get out.”

And I’m like. I don’t know what I’m like. I’m just. Like.

And he goes on, “I’ve never fought anyone, but I’m a figure skater and they’re all oldish and don’t do anything except worry about inheriting the company and sabotaging each other- I can take them, hopefully. But seriously, they don’t want to hurt me, same for you as long as you don’t seem like someone who’ll hurt the family image, but if they find out I’m not actually family, now we know all this stuff about them and the company, and we’re not even supposed to be in this story… things happen. We’re just characters.”

“I’d like to get out right now.” I have grand plans of climbing out a window and making my escape that very night. I take another look at him and try to find my real memories, the ones that aren’t part of the show Succession, apparently. “We’ve never met in real life, have we. That’s okay, you get me out of here, and I’ll give you a ride to wherever your actual family is.”

“We can’t escape that way. We have to get to the right point in the story.”

“Well how did we get stuck in this stupid show in the first place?”

We’ve been whispering together in the darkened kitchen, but like a bolt of lightning, we’re illuminated by the light from the hall as his “aunt” stands silhouetted in the doorway.

“Dad wants to see you.”

I woke up shortly thereafter and didn’t get to find out what happened, but when I tell you I was scared

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If you write for MJF, can I request Max being his usual mean and nasty self to everyone else but being super kind around his girl? Everyone would be so bewildered by the sudden change when she walks in the room and he’s suddenly super sweet😭

Thanks for requesting MJF, I love the little shithead. And I agree with you, Max is so soft at heart...at least for his lady. Hope you like it!

Get Out (MJF x Reader)

"Un-fucking-believable! Where the hell do they breed idiots like you? The place needs to be evaporated!" Maxwell was furious. Just yesterday, he told the production team he needed an assistant that was smarter than 'Mark' or whatever his name was . And today, they brought HER in. She was even dumber, and he didn't think that was possible.

"I specifically told you I wanted pink and yellow roses, a dozen each. Didn't I?"

The small woman in front of him couldn't answer, she was too busy trying to suppress her sobs. It didn't help much, the tears were streaming down her face nonetheless.

"ANSWER ME!" Maxwell's voice bounced off the walls, and his new, soon to be fired assistant finally gave a weak 'yes' as reply.

"Then why the fuck are these just yellow roses?!"

The female whiped away some tears with her sleeve before mumbling the florist didn't have any pink roses today.

MJF got real close to her face, the tips of their noses almost brushing. Then, he put his finger to his ear and yelled once more. "Speak up!!!"

"Max, come on. Just let it go." Even Shawn pitied the poor woman, and that had to mean something.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Spears, I can't remember asking for your opinion." Just as he was about to get into his friend's face, there was a knock on the door.

When he turned around and prepared himself to yell at whoever interrupted his rant, he saw your head pop in. "Hey babe. Can I come in? Or is now a bad time?" His whole face lit up once he heard your voice, it was simply music to his ears. He swiftly moved over to you to to pull you into a tight hug.

"Awww, Princess, there is never a bad time for you to show up." His voice was saccharine, the love and admiration he had for you prominent in every syllable. He brushed his nose against yours before softly pecking your lips.

It was always funny to Shawn how MJF's voice just changed once you were around. Everybody backstage loved you, and although you were a nice person, it was mostly due to the fact that once you were there, MJF would leave everybody else alone. Shawn knew that now was the time to dismiss himself, and so he left without another word.

The assistant, whose name MJF couldn't even remember, apparently didn't get the memo and still stood in the exact same spot. When Maxwell noticed, he motioned for her to leave and added a quiet 'get out' to get his point across. She really was dumber than Mark, because even then she didn't move. He walked over to her, Burberry scarf waving around his neck when he gabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her towards the door. "Get. Out." He emphasized once more before finally pushing her out of the room. After he closed the door behind him, he leaned against it and sighed.

"Aww, baby, are you having a rough day?" You said to him as you walked over and started playing with his scarf.

He then realized he had forgotten about the roses, and moved over to hand them to you. "I'm really sorry, I know you like pink roses, too, but-"

He gave you a lopsided grin as response. "Everything's fine now that you are here, Princess." You smiled at the pet name, you always thought it didn't suit you. You were by no means close to what you imagined a princess to be, but Max disagreed. To him, you were perfect. Perfectly mannered, perfectly shaped, perfectly everything. And the best part of it: You were all his.

"They're beautiful, Maxie. I love them." You stated before inhaling the smell of the flowers and then setting them down on the table.

"And I love you, Maxwell." You added as you ran your fingers through his hair.

He smiled at you before leaning down to capture your lips once more, tender at first, but growing more and more needy with each passing second.

And then there was another knock on the door. Max pulled away, his face distorted with anger. He couldn't wait to see the idiot that was dumb enough to interrupt his tender moment with you.

When the door opened, it was his assistant again.

"I am really sorry, but I forgot my pho-" Before she could even finish her sentence, Maxwell had grabbed the phone off the table and threw it into her general direction, so fast and hard that she didn't stand a chance to catch it. With a loud crack, it hit the concrete floor.

MJF glared at her before shouting another 'Get out'.

"Baby, I think you should try to be a little bit nicer." You scolded him.

"But Princess, am I not treating you nicely?"

"You do. But I was talking about being nice to OTHER people. Please? For me." You gave his arm a light squeeze, loving the feeling of hus muscles flexing beneath your touch.

He rested his forehead against yours and sighed. "Alright, I'll try. For you."

#aew #aew imagine #all elite wrestling imagine #mjf imagine #mjf x reader #mj fanfiction

[rotschopf-thedrow]

That Dialogue Tag Game

Tagged by the wonderful @dandenbo <3

rules: pick up to 10 characters and share one of your favorite lines of dialogue you have ever written for them!

Major Daryl Coats in my opcoming Kaidan Alenko / Major Coats story "The loneliest Hour":

“I lost my sister and my best friend during the battle of the Citadel,” Coats said softly, taking all fight out of Kaidan. “My sister was one of the navigators of the SSV Madrid. My best friend was a scientist assigned to the SSV Jakarta. Trust me. I do know how you feel.”

2. Chris Shepard and Wrex discuss if the marines on board of the Normandy are paying attention.

Fredricks. Of course. He had seen him equip his omnitool earlier. Naturally, he would try to reduce Shepard’s ability to throw them around like ragdolls. “Good one, Fredricks. At least, one marine who pays attention.” Fredricks actually blushed. “Thank you, sir.” It was that little moment of distraction that Wrex needed to throw Fredricks off balance and put him on his ass. “Are you sure he’s paying attention, Shepard?” “Well, there’s always hope,” Shepard replied, lifting two crates and Williams into the air. “Pay attention!” he barked. “Look at Negulesco! She got the memo!” Everyone turned to look at Negulesco, who was taking cover behind one of the immovable targets. “They don’t learn, do they, Shepard?” “Only the hard way, Wrex,” Shepard returned softly, before he threw all four remaining marines into a barrier. “Dead. All of you.”

3. Chris Shepard and Kaidan Alenko discussion poper protocol. Side note: They have romantic history in that universe:

“Commander on deck!” Joker called when he spotted them, but he made no move to stand up. “At ease, everyone. You don’t need to spring to attention every time my ass is in sight,” he shot back, earning a few laughs and catcalls from the present crew. “Ah. While your ass is certainly attention-worthy, Commander, I don’t think saluting it would be, ah, proper protocol,” Kaidan said quietly enough for him to hear, but for his voice not to carry across the deck. Shepard stopped dead in his tracks, staring after Kaidan. “What the fuck, Alenko?” Kaidan smirked at him and went to the galley. “Careful, Commander. - I’ll have the pancakes. Biotic’s style,” he said to Miller, grinning when the mess sergeant handed him a plate with pancakes and a bottle of maple syrup. “Want some as well, Shepard?” he asked while nodding at Miller to prepare a second plate. “Why do you even ask?” Shepard retorted, sitting down at the mess table. “Because that’s proper protocol. And common curtesy.”

4. This is actually from a tiny scene I wrote for the Big Place server, and the line in question again comes from Major Coats:

“We found him, Kaidan,” Coats said without preamble, and Kaidan’s insides churned. Coats didn’t have to explain who they found. “He’s alive.” “What?” Kaidan looked the other man in the eye, looking for any kind of deceit he didn’t find because Coats was too decent a man to do that to him. “How?” “Hell if I know. Bloody bastard was even conscious and complained about the sun being too bright.” Kaidan choked on his laughter, mixed with tears, and he welcomed Coats’ one-armed embrace. “I’m going to kill him.” Coats snorted, before he pressed a soft kiss to Kaidan’s temple. “Vakarian said the same when he got the news.” “Figures. He can draw a number and get in line,” Kaidan replied.

5. EDI in The Pendulum.

“Jeff and I are in a monogamous relationship, so banging you against a shuttle isn’t a viable course of action.” Kaidan couldn’t help but stare at EDI with his mouth hanging open, and he was glad to see that Joker was just as flabbergasted. “That was a joke.”

6. Joker, a couple of paragraphs later

“You want me to make a ship-wide announcement or something?” Joker said, not even bothering to mask the sarcasm. “Kaidan is back. Everybody: come to the bridge and cram yourself into a tight space because Kaidan’s back!”

Anyone who hasn't been tagged yet? XD @westernlarch, @ficbrish, @briarch, @mallaidhsomo, @clericofshadows, @monowires

#dialogue tag game #mass effect #rotschopf writes #tag games

[astorythatwritesitself]

OC asks: 💧☁️☄️

Chinhands let’s build us a shepper

• 💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon

Alright thanks shrimp server I now have some nice angst!

All this time I was resisting the idea, but. Fuck it, nah, she’s made it clear, Adrian wanted to be a Spectre when she grew up. It seemed like the best way to make everybody happy - she’d be part of an incredible legacy for humanity like her parents wanted. Advance the Alliance’s interest. And for her own part… it meant she could continue traveling the galaxy, and help everyone- she wouldn’t be utterly beholden to the Alliance or humanity any more, there would be one (1) major conflict of interest resolved and no having to figure out how to have a life outside a military/law enforcement context. Helps that she often wound up watching (thanks @eriexplosion for this idea yes I am still stealing it xD) a G.I. Joe like cartoon about them all the time as a kid- very long-running series, very popular in Citadel space, fictionalized versions of real-life Spectres and their adventures - very emphatic on the heroics, in a way that really caught baby Addy’s heart. 

It wasn’t until a fair bit later in life that she really started to question the entire framework she'd been operating under, but... well, by then, the dream was well on its way to coming true..

Sunk cost fallacy's a bitch, ain't it?

• ☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

Adrian's banned from cooking on the Normandy, but she's kind of taken it upon herself to make sure the crew''s well fed regardless. This was hammered in hard back during training her biotics- combination of private tutoring and group exercises with other kids of various species, one thing the teachers emphasized was stay fed. Last thing you want, even if it's a casual display, is for someone to drop from sudden hunger.

Usually, it's in the form of high-density protein bars, but Adrian does make sure to keep snacks on hand as much as possible for her crew, and does her best to bring flavours everyone can enjoy. Even if they're not a biotic- she even makes sure to carry some dextro snacks for Tali and Garrus, which went a long way in developing their friendship in the early SR-1 days. She's also known to sneak some fresh stuff aboard, whenever there's time to shop or place an order.

She's also the sort who has everyone's hot drink preferences noted- more than once, on all iterations of the Normandy, a few people would come to the mess and find a ready-to-go drink waiting for them & Adrian just sitting by going over reports or the like, refusing to take credit.

(She doesn't make her own preferences too well known, either. Still though... around the SR-2 days, someone finally cracks it and spreads the memo around...)

• ☄️ COMET - what do people assume about them? are they right?

Most people expect her temper to run out well before it actually does. She may snark a bit, but it is rare for Adrian to actually snap verbally, let alone in action - which makes it all the more horrifying when she does run the risks and decide 'I might hate it but maybe taking this fucker down's the least potentially harmful action'.

Less so as the series goes on, but another big impression around ME1 was that she's pro-human, or at least, will put humanity first. She makes proving them wrong everybody's problem. Especially Hackett and Udina's.

#shep tag #ask #korblez #:'D Yeah though just 'hmmm well if I can make my own rules that means I can help anyone I want and not get violent about it right' #/honey you don't want to be a soldier at all that's what the feeling is/

[pesterloglog]

Karkat Vantas

Act 6, page 4685-4694

CURRENT carcinoGeneticist [CCG] RIGHT NOW opened memo on board FRUITY RUMPUS ASSHOLE FACTORY, BORING ROAD TRIP THROUGH THE FUCKING AFTERLIFE EDITION.

CCG: I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M ACTUALLY DOING THIS MEMO BULLSHIT AGAIN.

CCG: I GUESS I DON'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO DO.

CCG: I JUST NEED TO AIR OUT SOME SHIT WITH SOMEBODY, AND EVERYONE HERE HAS THEIR HEADS SO FAR UP THEIR NOOKS I WANT TO SCREAM LOUDER THAN I USUALLY DO.

CCG: THEIR TROLL NOOKS *AND* HUMAN NOOKS, WHATEVER THE HELL A HUMAN NOOK EVEN *IS*.

CCG: YOU KNOW?

CCG: HEY, ARE YOU THERE?

FUTURE carcinoGeneticist [FCG] 10 MINUTES FROM NOW responded to memo.

FCG: FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.

CCG: OH...

CCG: HEY

FCG: I CAN'T

FCG: I JUST CANNOT

FCG: *FUCKING*

FCG: ***BELIEVE***

FCG: I HAVE TO GO THROUGH ALL THIS BULLSHIT AGAIN WITH YOU/ME.

FCG: WHAT THE FUCK MADE ME THINK THIS WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA???

CCG: DUDE, WHAT'S WITH THE TEXT?

FCG: UUUUUGH.

FCG: WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME!

FCG: I JUST HAVE THIS INCREDIBLE PREMONITION YOU'RE ABOUT TO ANYWAY.

CCG: WHY THE FUCK WOULD I KNOW WHY YOU CHANGED YOUR TEXT RED!

CCG: WE DON'T DO THAT. THE SHOWY, SELF-ABSORBED "PAINT YOUR TEXT IN YOUR BLOOD COLOR" THING. OR EYE COLOR, OR WHATEVER.

CCG: IT'S FOR ATTENTION-GREEDY, INSECURE LOSERS.

FCG: SURE IS!

CCG: HMM.

FCG: ?????? <- SARCASTIC WONDER.

CCG: I'M JUST THINKING

CCG: THIS REALLY MAKES OUR CONVERSATIONS EASIER TO READ.

CCG: REMEMBER THOSE INSANE BLOCKS OF GRAY ANGRY TEXT WE USED TO WRITE TOGETHER.

CCG: WHAT WAS THAT

CCG: LIKE HALF A SWEEP AGO ALREADY?

CCG: IS IT WEIRD THAT I'M ACTUALLY LOOKING BACK ON ALL THAT INSANITY WITH A CERTAIN AMOUNT OF FONDNESS?

CCG: AT LEAST SHIT WAS HAPPENING.

CCG: IT'S SO BORING OUT HERE. AND LIVING WITH THE HUMANS IS JUST GETTING KIND OF

CCG: WEIRD.

CCG: ANYWAY, THIS IS ACTUALLY A LOT MORE DECIPHERABLE. MAYBE YOU'RE ON TO SOMETHING.

FCG: WELL HEY, CHECK IT OUT: SHIT JUST GOT NOSTALGIC.

FCG: LOOK AT THAT, I'M FEELING MORE SENTIMENTAL ABOUT THIS MORONIC CONVERSATION ALREADY.

CCG: OK, WHY DO YOU HAVE TO GO FROM ZERO TO DOUCHE LIKE IN THE BLINK OF A FUCKING GLANCE NUGGET.

FCG: THE BLINK OF A GLANCE NUGGET?? I'VE BEEN AT THIS FOR TEN MINUTES ALREADY. AND COUNTING!

CCG: I JUST THINK YOU MIGHT HAVE BEEN ON TO SOMETHING WITH THE RED TEXT. I WAS TRYING TO PAY YOU A COMPLIMENT YOU ANTAGONIZING FUCK.

CCG: I MEAN, WE ONLY EVER GOT IN THE HABIT OF TYPING IN GRAY TO HIDE OUR BLOOD COLOR, RIGHT?

CCG: AND LIKE, 1) EVERYBODY KNOWS IT NOW, IT WAS THE WORST KEPT FUCKING SECRET EVER, AND 2) EVEN IF THEY DIDN'T, IT'S JUST US HERE, AND OBVIOUSLY WE'VE BOTH ALREADY KNOWN IT ALL OUR LIVES

CCG: UNLESS WE'RE BOTH SO NEUROTIC WE ACTUALLY STILL WANT TO ACT LIKE ITS A SECRET WE'RE KEEPING FROM EACH OTHER...

CCG: BUT I'D LIKE TO THINK THE DAYS OF THAT ASTOUNDING DEGREE OF MENTAL ILLNESS ARE BEHIND US!

FCG: (I WANT TO KILL MYSELF, BUT I CAN'T UNTIL THE CONVERSATION RUNS ITS COURSE. THIS IS THE WORST HELL IMAGINABLE.)

CCG: SHUT THE FUCK UP. THAT'S THE EXACT KIND OF MELODRAMA I'M TALKING ABOUT, WE'RE BETTER THAN THAT NOW MAN.

CCG: I'M GONNA DO THE *MATURE* THING HERE: AND SWITCH MY TEXT TO RED.

CCG: THERE. I THINK THIS SHOULD BE THE UNIVERSAL CONVENTION FOR WHEN TWO OF THE SAME PEOPLE ARE TALKING TO EACH OTHER.

CCG: ONE GUY BITES THE BULLET AND TALKS IN RED.

CCG: SERIOUSLY, ONE OF US HAS TO BE THE GROWN UP HERE.

FCG: OH! I GET IT NOW.

FCG: WHEN I TYPE IN RED, IT'S SHOWY AND INSECURE, BUT WHEN YOU DO IT, YOU ARE SHOULDERING THE PRAGMATIC BURDEN OF A MARTYR, EVEN THOUGH IT WAS *MY* FUCKING IDEA TO DO THAT IN THE FIRST PLACE TEN MINUTES AGO!

FCG: YOU PIECE OF SHIT.

CCG: OK!!! GOD DAMMIT, STOP BEING SO SENSITIVE. I FUCKING APOLOGIZE.

FCG: CAN YOU JUST TALK ABOUT YOUR STUPID FEELINGS ALREADY SO WE CAN GET THIS NIGHTMARE OVER WITH.

CCG: WELL LOOK, IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE THIS LOPSIDED THING WHERE I SPILL ALL MY FEELINGS INTO IDIOTSPACE WHILE SOME SHIT HEAD YELLS AT ME.

CCG: I WAS KIND OF THINKING THERE WOULD BE SOME GIVE AND TAKE, SINCE YOU PRESUMABLY SHARE A LOT OF MY THOUGHTS??

FCG: OK WHATEVER. JUST SAY SOME STUFF ALREADY. ALL THAT SHIT I SAID TEN MINUTES AGO.

FCG: I WILL "RIFF" WITH YOU AND SOMEHOW PRETEND IT DOESN'T FEEL LIKE I'M REHASHING A BUNCH OF LINES WRITTEN IN BARELY DRIED INK!!!

CCG: OK

CCG: WELL

CCG: I'M HAVING A HARD TIME EVEN PUTTING MY THOUGHTS INTO WORDS ABOUT THIS BIZARRE TREK THROUGH THE RING.

CCG: AT FIRST IT WAS JUST BLAND AND UNEVENTFUL. BUT THAT WAS KIND OF A RELIEF, REMEMBER?

CCG: NOT HAVING TO WORRY ABOUT GETTING KILLED ALL THE TIME, OR TRYING TO RALLY A BUNCH OF UNCOOPERATIVE TROOPS TOWARD AN IMPOSSIBLE OBJECTIVE.

FCG: YEAH.

CCG: BUT THEN

CCG: AS IF IT WASN'T ENOUGH THAT SOMETIMES WE VISIT THESE CRAZY DREAM BUBBLES WHEN WE GO TO SLEEP...

CCG: WE STARTED PHYSICALLY PASSING THROUGH THEM TOO.

CCG: LIKE I THINK I COULD HANDLE IT BETTER IF IT WAS JUST ONE THING OR THE OTHER.

CCG: LIKE *ONLY* THE MONOTONOUS DAY TO DAY DRUDGERY ON THE SAME GLOOMY FUCKING METEOR WITH THE SAME BUNCH OF RIDICULOUS PEOPLE, AND BASICALLY NOTHING TO DO EVER EXCEPT GET ALL UP IN EACH OTHER'S BUSINESS.

CCG: OR *ONLY* A SWEEPS LONG SAFARI THROUGH AN EPHEMERAL REALM OF GHOST MEMORIES AND DEAD FRIENDS SHITTING AROUND IN A HAPHAZARD EXISTENTIAL CLUSTERFUCK.

CCG: BUT HAVING TO DEAL WITH BOTH, IN TOTALLY RANDOM INTERVALS?

CCG: IT'S KIND OF TAKING ITS TOLL.

FCG: "I HEAR YOU MAN."

FCG: THAT WAS WHEN I WAS SUPPOSED TO SAY THAT.

FCG: BUT FOR THE RECORD, I GUESS I MEANT IT.

CCG: YEAH.

CCG: I MEAN, DON'T GET ME WRONG.

CCG: I MISS ALL OF MY DEAD FRIENDS A LOT.

CCG: EVEN THE ASSHOLES! I MISS THEM TOO. MAYBE EVEN ESPECIALLY THEM, IN SOME PERVERSE WAY.

CCG: AND I SHOULD BE RELIEVED THAT THEY ALL SEEM TO BE HAPPY IN SOME WAY, EVEN IF IT'S BY FLOATING NEBULOUSLY THROUGH DREAM PROJECTIONS WITH THEIR FREAKY BLANK EYES.

CCG: AND I GUESS I AM RELIEVED ABOUT THAT.

CCG: BUT AT THE SAME TIME IT'S LEFT ME UNSETTLED.

CCG: FOR REASONS I CAN'T REALLY PUT MY FINGER ON.

FCG: I KNOW WHY.

CCG: YOU DO?

FCG: YEAH.

CCG: WELL OF COURSE YOU DO.

CCG: I GUESS BECAUSE I JUST TOLD YOU TEN MINUTES AGO, MAKING IT LIKE A SELF-FULFILLING EPIPHANY??

FCG: WELL THERE'S THAT

FCG: BUT ALSO THIS CONVERSATION HELPED CLARIFY SOME THOUGHTS TOO, IN SPITE OF ITS EXCRUCIATING POINTLESSNESS.

FCG: PART OF WHAT'S BOTHERING YOU ABOUT THIS IS WHAT IT MEANS ABOUT MORTALITY.

CCG: YEAH

CCG: I THINK THAT'S PART OF IT.

CCG: AFTER VISITING WHO KNOWS HOW MANY DREAM BUBBLES

CCG: AND HANGING OUT WITH WHO KNOWS HOW MANY DEAD FRIENDS, AND *COPIES* OF DEAD FRIENDS FROM ALTERNATE TIMELINES...

CCG: I START TO WONDER, DOES DEATH EVEN REALLY MEAN ANYTHING?

CCG: DID LIFE MEAN ANYTHING, FOR THAT MATTER??

CCG: WAS THE POINT OF LIFE TO JUST GO AROUND COLLECTING A BUNCH OF PAINFUL AND AWKWARD EXPERIENCES TO SUPPLY MATERIAL FOR THE REVOLVING MEMORY-COLLAGE THAT SERVES AS THE BACKDROP TO A MUCH LONGER, EMPTIER STRETCH OF EXISTENCE?

CCG: AND HOW UNNERVING IS IT RUNNING INTO OUR DEAD DOPPELGANGERS FROM DOOMED TIMELINES?

FCG: HEY, YOU'RE PREACHING TO THE CHOIR, BRO.

CCG: IT'S FUCKED UP.

CCG: NEVER MIND WHAT IT MEANS ABOUT A PERSON'S IDENTITY OR SENSE OF SELF, OR WHICH GUY GETS TO BE CONSIDERED "THE REAL GUY" OR PHILOSOPHICAL BULLSHIT LIKE THAT.

CCG: JUST ON THE LEVEL OF WHAT YOUR DECISIONS AND ACTIONS DURING YOUR LIFE ACTUALLY MEAN.

CCG: SOMETIMES WE RUN INTO THESE VERSIONS OF OURSELVES WHO REACHED GOD TIER FOR FUCK'S SAKE.

CCG: BUT IN SPITE OF BEING *MORE* SUCCESSFUL THAN WE WERE, BY THAT PARTICULAR OBJECTIVE MEASURE

CCG: THEY GET PUNISHED FOR THAT, BECAUSE IT WASN'T "THE THING THAT NEEDED TO HAPPEN"??

FCG: PRETTY MUCH.

CCG: SO WHERE DOES THAT LEAVE US?

CCG: IF WE ARE TO TAKE SOME LESSON FROM THAT, WHAT IS IT!

CCG: "TRY TO BE GREAT AND SUCCESSFUL, BUT MAYBE NOT TOOOO GREAT AND SUCCESSFUL?"

CCG: OR MAYBE DON'T TRY AT ALL IN SOME CASES! BECAUSE IF YOU DO, SOME GIANT FUCKING SQUID IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE IS GOING TO BE LIKE, NOT SO FAST, MY HIDEOUS MONSTER PLANS BEG TO DIFFER.

CCG: DON'T YOU THINK WE'D HAVE BEEN BETTER OFF IF WE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW ABOUT ANY OF THIS DREAM BUBBLE SHIT?

FCG: WELL.

FCG: YEAH.

FCG: THAT'S WHAT I WAS THINKING TEN MINUTES AGO.

FCG: BUT NOW I DON'T EVEN KNOW.

CCG: YEAH, WELL AT LEAST YOU'RE LISTENING. EVEN IF YOU WERE BEING YOUR USUAL SHITTY SELF ABOUT IT.

CCG: NOBODY ELSE EVEN GETS THIS, THEY DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT.

CCG: LIKE TEREZI?

CCG: IT USED TO BE THAT SHE WOULD AT LEAST HUMOR EVEN MY MOST LUDICROUS, VITRIOLIC GARBAGE ALL THE TIME.

CCG: REMEMBER THOSE DAYS?

CCG: WAY BACK BEFORE WE EVEN KNEW WHAT A HUMAN WAS.

CCG: BACK ON ALTERNIA WHEN MY BIGGEST FEAR WAS IF PEOPLE FOUND OUT I WAS A MUTANT. HOW QUAINT CAN YOU FUCKING GET?

CCG: I WAS AN IDIOT NOT TO UNDERSTAND HOW GOOD THINGS WERE BACK THEN.

CCG: BETWEEN US.

CCG: NOW IT'S LIKE...

FCG: SDJS;ALSKJFSA;JK

CCG: WHAT?

FCG: THIS PART OF THE CONVERSATION.

CCG: OH GET OVER YOURSELF, OUR TEN MINUTES IS ALMOST UP.

CCG: I WOULD JUST LIKE TO KNOW.

CCG: IS SHE PUNISHING ME FOR SOMETHING?

CCG: I DON'T NEED TO REMIND YOU HOW MUCH TIME SHE SPENDS GALLIVANTING AROUND THE METEOR WITH YOU KNOW WHO.

FCG: NO YOU SURE AS FUCK DO NOT.

CCG: AFTER ALL THIS TIME I *STILL* CAN'T TELL IF SHE'S SERIOUS ABOUT THAT, OR DOING IT TO FUCK WITH ME.

CCG: WHAT DO YOU THINK? IS THERE SOMETHING LEGITIMATELY RED GOING ON THERE?

CCG: HOW CAN I COMMAND SUCH ABSOLUTE MASTERY OVER THE ROMANTIC SCIENCES YET REMAIN PERPLEXED BY THIS???

CCG: MAYBE I CAN'T GET A READ BECAUSE HE'S NOT A TROLL, AND THEREFORE HAS NO IDEA WHAT THE FUCK HE'S DOING?

CCG: IT'S LIKE TRYING TO DECIPHER AN INTRICATE COURTSHIP PROCESS BETWEEN AN ATTRACTIVE POTENTIAL MATESPRIT, AND SOME SORT OF VEGETABLE.

CCG: LIKE IT DOESN'T COMPUTE.

FCG: FUCK, THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING LISTENING TO THIS, MAKE IT STOP.

CCG: QUIET, I'M TALKING.

CCG: I JUST FEEL LIKE MAYBE I'M PAST THE POINT OF NO RETURN WITH HER.

CCG: WHERE BEFORE THERE WAS MARGIN FOR ERROR, PROBABLY WAY MORE THAN I EVER DESERVED.

CCG: AND NOW THAT'S IT. SHE'S TOTALLY HAD IT, AND THERE'S A NEW DUDE WITH CANDYBLOOD IN TOWN.

CCG: HE'S JUST GOT IT ALL, DOESN'T HE? HE'S A MUCH BETTER ARTIST THAN I AM, FOR ONE THING.

CCG: AND HIS HORNS ARE SO NUBBY, THEY DON'T EVEN EXIST! TALK ABOUT HITTING THE JACKPOT.

CCG: AM I OFF BASE??

FCG: WE JUST WENT OVER THIS.

FCG: I DIDN'T GET IT THEN BECAUSE I WAS TOO BUSY WHINING AND FEELING SORRY FOR MYSELF LIKE YOU'RE DOING NOW SO PIPE DOWN AND LISTEN.

FCG: YOU'VE BEEN SENDING HER AN ENDLESS STREAM OF MIXED SIGNALS FOR AS LONG AS YOU'VE KNOWN HER.

CCG: OH BULLSHIT.

FCG: LIKE FUCK IT'S BULLSHIT.

FCG: IT'S ALL TOO CLEAR TO ME NOW. IT'S A CLASSIC CASE OF QUADRANT VACILLATION, AND YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW IT.

FCG: NO WONDER SHE WAS FRUSTRATED AND GOT FED UP WITH YOU.

CCG: THIS IS OUTRAGEOUS.

FCG: IS IT?? TELL ME, HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU TREATED HER IN A WAY THAT COULD BE OBJECTIVELY CONSTRUED AS A FORM OF BLACK SOLICITATION?

CCG: THAT'S JUST

CCG: NO, THAT'S HOW WE'VE ALWAYS ROLLED TOGETHER. IT'S LIKE

CCG: SPIRITED PLATONIC CONTENTION.

CCG: TOTALLY NORMAL TERRITORY IN A HEALTHY MATESPRITSHIP.

FCG: YEAH, A *HEALTHY* ONE, NOT ONE INVOLVING A DEMENTED LOUDMOUTH WHO CAN'T KEEP HIS SHIT UNDER CONTROL.

FCG: LET ME ASK YOU, HOW MUCH OF THAT ANIMOSITY IS INNOCENT "PLATONIC RAGE"?

FCG: COULD IT BE THAT SUBCONSCIOUSLY YOU WANT TO PUSH THINGS WITH HER ONTO CALIGINOUS TURF, MAYBE SEE HOW THINGS WORK OUT THERE?

FCG: SEE IF YOU CAN HAVE YOUR GRUB, AND CULL IT TOO??

FCG: THAT WAY YOU HAVE HER ALL TO YOURSELF!

CCG: FUCK YOU.

FCG: YOU WANT HER IN EVERY QUADRANT LIKE A DESPERATE FOOL.

FCG: DO YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU'VE BECOME? YOU ARE THE SAD JOKE CHARACTER IN THE ROMCOM, YOU KNOW THE GUY I'M TALKING ABOUT.

FCG: WHO'S GREEDY AND INDISCRIMINATE ABOUT FILLING EVERY QUADRANT, TOTALLY OBLIVIOUS TO IT, AND IN THE END HAS FUCKALL TO SHOW FOR IT.

CCG: I DON'T HAVE TO PUT UP WITH THIS.

FCG: YOU KIND OF DO, FOR AT LEAST ANOTHER TEN MINUTES.

CCG: NO, FUCK THAT, I'M SO DONE WITH YOU.

FCG: YEAH, YOU PRETTY MUCH ARE, BECAUSE THE TEN MINUTES ARE ABOUT UP, AND I'LL BE GONE.

FCG: THEN IT'LL JUST BE YOU AND THE OTHER GUY, SPINNING YOUR GLOBES TOGETHER LIKE A COUPLE STUPID PIECES OF SHIT, AD INFINITUM.

CCG: MAN, I MUST HAVE BEEN INSANE TO THINK ANYTHING IS DIFFERENT.

CCG: YOU HAVEN'T CHANGED AT ALL, YOU'RE JUST AS PETTY AND HORRIBLE AS EVER.

CCG: FUCK YOU FOREVER. FUCK EVERY TEN-MINUTES-AHEAD VERSION OF MYSELF ALL THE WAY INTO TEN-MINUTE-FUCKING-ETERNITY.

FCG: I CAN'T EVEN DO THIS, NOT ANY MORE.

CCG: YEAH, WELL YOU MADE YOUR COCOON, PAL. NOW WE HAVE TO TAKE TURNS SHITTING IN IT, TOGETHER. IT IS THE MOST PATHETIC, SMELLIEST DANCE OF ALL.

FCG: HMM.

CCG: WHAT THE FUCK IS IT NOW?

FCG: IT JUST OCCURRED TO ME

FCG: THIS DUMB TANTRUM I THREW

FCG: THIS ENTIRE BAD MOOD...

FCG: IT WAS JUST ANOTHER IDIOTIC SELF-FULFILLING REACHAROUND WASN'T IT.

CCG: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT??

FCG: I MEAN, WHERE DID THIS EVEN COME FROM?

FCG: IT WAS LIKE SPONTANEOUSLY GENERATING SELF-LOATHING WITH NO DISCERNIBLE SOURCE.

FCG: WAS THIS EMOTIONAL OUTBURST EVER EVEN REAL?

CCG: OH NO, DON'T EVEN START WITH THAT.

CCG: DO *NOT* START GETTING EXISTENTIAL ABOUT MY ANGER.

CCG: YOU BETTER FUCKING BELIEVE THIS IS REAL.

FCG: ARE YOU SURE, MAN?

CCG: ASLKJSDKLSDLFHJSIKLKLSDGNKL

CCG: YOU CONDESCENDING FUCK.

CCG: HOW

CCG: FUUUUUUUUUUUSDLIHLYUUIFHIERGFSHDJKBGJKSUUUUUCKING

CCG: **********DAAAARE**********

CCG: YOU CALL INTO QUESTION THE LEGITIMACY OF MY FEELINGS, AS IF THEY AREN'T COMPLETELY JUSTIFIED AND TOTALLY 100% GROUNDED IN

CCG: *ABSOLUTE*

CCG: ~*=STONE COLD CONCRETE GOD DAMNED=*~

CCG: **********

CCG: OBJECTIVE.

CCG: MOTHER.

CCG: FUCKING.

CCG: REALITY.

CCG: **********

FCG: YEAH, SEE

FCG: I'VE COMPLETELY SET YOU OFF HERE, AND NOW YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU'RE SAYING.

FCG: SORRY, THIS WAS MY FAULT. I'M GOING TO GO TRY AND CALM MYSELF DOWN.

CCG: OH, SO THIS IS WHY YOU DECIDE TO LEAVE THIS CONVERSATION???

CCG: YOU GOT OWNED, SO YOU HAD TO SLINK AWAY LIKE A FUCKING COWARD??????

CCG: NICE TRY SHIT HEAD, BUT I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU YET. YOU THINK YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN LIST HIS 10-MINUTE-AWAY-SELF'S FLAWS??

CCG: I COULD GO ON FOREVER!

FCG banned himself from responding to memo.

CCG: FINE, GET OUT OF HERE! GOOD RIDDANCE!

CCG: AS IF I COULD TAKE ANOTHER SPONGE WRINGING MINUTE OF YOUR DISINGENUOUS DRIVEL.

PAST carcinoGeneticist [PCG] 10 MINUTES AGO opened memo on board FRUITY RUMPUS ASSHOLE FACTORY, BORING ROAD TRIP THROUGH THE FUCKING AFTERLIFE EDITION.

PCG: I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M ACTUALLY DOING THIS MEMO BULLSHIT AGAIN.

PCG: I GUESS I DON'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO DO.

PCG: I JUST NEED TO AIR OUT SOME SHIT WITH SOMEBODY, AND EVERYONE HERE HAS THEIR HEADS SO FAR UP THEIR NOOKS I WANT TO SCREAM LOUDER THAN I USUALLY DO.

PCG: THEIR TROLL NOOKS *AND* HUMAN NOOKS, WHATEVER THE HELL A HUMAN NOOK EVEN *IS*.

PCG: YOU KNOW?

PCG: HEY, ARE YOU THERE?

CURRENT carcinoGeneticist [CCG] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.

CCG: FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.

CCG: OH...

CCG: HEY

CCG: I CAN'T

CCG: I JUST CANNOT

CCG: *FUCKING*

CCG: ***BELIEVE***

CCG: I HAVE TO GO THROUGH ALL THIS BULLSHIT AGAIN WITH YOU/ME.

CCG: WHAT THE FUCK MADE ME THINK THIS WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA???

PCG: DUDE, WHAT'S WITH THE TEXT?

CCG: UUUUUGH.

CCG: WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME!

CCG: I JUST HAVE THIS INCREDIBLE PREMONITION YOU'RE ABOUT TO ANYWAY.

#homestuck #karkat vantas #homestuck act 6 #page 4685 #page 4686 #page 4687 #page 4688 #page 4689 #page 4690 #page 4691 #page 4692 #page 4693 #page 4694 #homestuck act 6 intermission 2

[flownintothesun]

 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───    ‘  𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲  𝐚𝐫𝐞  𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 .  𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬  𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 .  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥  𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞  𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞  𝐭𝐨  𝐛𝐞 .  ’ ( 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐲, 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐉𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐥 )

                          ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜. 𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬.  ( @fortitudina )

       𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐌, the pavement of the roof is hot as hell. Technically, he’s not allowed up here — but technically, he’s also a criminal, so his boss really shouldn’t expect any less. It’s not the first time he’s seen this girl — too sweet looking to be on this side of town, nosing into his business like she knows the first thing about him. Maybe if she did, she wouldn’t waste her breath. He’s vaguely wondering what it would be like to lay on a beach like this — to feel the tide creep in, and be carried out by the sea. Goddamn, he’s so fucking alone. There’s only so many hookups and surface-level dynamics Westley can have before feeling emptier still. No matter what your poison is, the cup runneth empty eventually, or some shit.

     He shouldn’t feel old as the hills at twenty-four years old, and yet. And yet. She speaks of time. Maybe it’s not polite conversation to tell a veritable stranger that you’re shocked you’re not dead yet. “Everybody’s something,” he huffs out, rolling to his side to get a better look at her. He aches. Mission today didn’t go as well as it could’ve. “That’s how fortune tellers make their money. Leave it vague and it applies to everyone and still makes you feel special.” He doesn’t need to feel special, just needs to feel like he’s more than a worn out punching bag, or a boy made of wood — not real at all.

     People call him charming — and if that wasn’t at least a little bit true, he supposes he’d have a harder time bedding the amount of people he does — or stealing. If he wasn’t good at crime, he’d never have gotten away to have a chance to make it on his own. He doesn’t think of what he does as inherently bad. On better days, he likes to fancy himself Robin Hood. Who knows what his boss does after Westley’s part is done? Not his business — but the people he steals from tend to be shitty people and businesses. He’s met enough of them in his lifetime to know.

      Today, Westley doesn’t feel like being charming. He doesn’t feel like being the bright-eyed and charismatic lad that always has his way. The mask slips, and she really shouldn’t have followed him up here — this is kind of his space. Westley McCarthy — flown too close to the sun. To burn in its glory would at least be something. Unfortunately, it hasn’t gotten the memo, and neither has the lass. The prior has left him with naught but freckles, and the latter with nothing but questions. “Surely a pretty lass like yourself has better things to do? Less hopeless causes to save?”

#fortitudina #➤ 𝟶. 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝙾𝙻 ┊ westley mccarthy. #omg this was exactly what i needed to write today #thank you for the ask! #⋆ ⚓︎ ⋆ ── 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 ┊ 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑢𝑝 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔?

[cynthiaandsamus]

Custom Toonami Block Week 105 Rundown

Inuyasha: The gang is still at Renkotsu’s shrine thing and because Renkotsu’s playing 5D chess here he actually stole a living monk’s clothes AND buried people to mix Inuyasha’s nose up enough between the scent of life and death and whatever incense he has Shippo and Kirara smoking that he actually bullshits his way through the conversation and catches Inuyasha completely off-guard. Apparently Naraku didn’t give the Band of Seven the memo and just told Bankotusu ‘idk guys just kill Inuyasha and take the jewel shards’ and after Inuyasha tells Renkotsu about Naraku he rightly decides Naraku is the shadiest person in the world and not to trust him. Meanwhile Ginkotsu’s back and all being Wind Scar’d into a hole did was annoy him really Inuyasha takes him down AGAIN but Renkotsu’s already set fire to the shrine with everybody inside, not really capitalizing all that well on taking Inuyasha by surprise but they do have a neat little fight where Renkotsu and Ginkotsu have Inuyasha tied up in a tug of war between them on the stairs. Also Jakotsu fights Koga but nothing much comes of that since Koga’s moveset is specifically designed to not get fucked up by fast attacks and once he hears Kagome’s going to die he books it out of there. Inuyasha takes out Ginkotsu for like the 3rd-4th time this time with a direct Wind Scar and the guy STILL ISN’T DEAD like the strike that can kill a hundred demons seems to be having a huge problem taking out one metal boi. Renkotsu’s kinda pissed that Inuyasha ignores him to go save his friends but he has the 411 on Naraku and Kagome’s jewel shards so he’s good with carrying the 25% of Ginkotsu that’s left back home. Turns out Shippo was actually able to block the regular fire with his Fox Fire which I’m not a fireologist so I guess that works so nobody burned to death but the poison’s taken over so Kagome, Sango and Miroku have all stopped breathing, so show’s over I guess, see you guys next week for Yashahime with Inuyasha’s kid with… some girl.

Yu Yu Hakusho: So yeah, this it, the big one, the heavy episode. The Death of Genkai, it really kinda makes me laugh how little they do to hide that’s what’ll happen in this episode, like obviously Genkai doesn’t intend on throwing the fight with Toguro and we have a mountain of foreshadowing that it’ll happen but they just fucking named the episode that to remove all doubt. But yeah this episode is pretty cool as we’re drip-fed Genkai and Toguro’s backstory with small snippets during Genkai’s desperate fight against Current!Toguro and only get the full picture once Genkai reveals it to Yusuke on her deathbed. Toguro basically had Lysandre’s mindset from Pokemon and is like ‘man old people suck so much’ which seems to be a running theme for the arc. And instead getting old and bowing out gracefully once he and Genkai won the Dark Tournament he wished to become a demon which Genkai is understandably pissed about (though idk it’s not like demons in this series are literal evil we see a lot of them are chill dudes so him ‘selling his soul’ seems to be less about actually being a demon and more about the corrupting influence his obsession with youth and power had on his soul) Idk how Elder Toguro factors into this but I assume he was also on the old Team Toguro and when his younger brother made the wish he was like ‘sure, ditto’ and Genkai was just like ‘Oh my fucking god I knew you two were gonna pull this shit, none of you ever talk to me again’ and presumably Genkai and Toguro fight and Genkai beats him since it seems to mirror the final shot of their present-day fight exept this time Toguro wins and punches a hole in her. But after their past fight no one bothers her until the Dark Tournament committee is like ‘Hey Genkai I know you said never to talk to you again buuuut we’re blackmailing your pupil into fighting and he’ll prolly die without your help bye’ and it’s really kind of a cool message because Genkai found a way to continue living through Yusuke while Toguro is obsessed with physically staying alive forever himself, ever since she was introduced Genkai’s philosophy has been passing down techniques makes them stronger and she urges Yusuke to not be afraid of the fight against time because it’s the only way people really find their place and share things with each other and if you keep hiding from it and want just yourself to persist you close yourself off from what you can give to and receive from others just like Genkai was able to give Yusuke her wisdom and was in turn surprised by the kind of purpose and joy she was able to find in training and connecting with him.

Fate Extra: This episode probably has one of the highest Navelgazing/Plot Actually Happening ratios in Fate which is saying quite a lot. Nero and Hakuno are sent down to the bottom of Moon!SAO and Moon!Kayaba’s all ‘man you guys suck’ but Hakuno finds a bookmark left by F!Hakuno which legit just acts as a savestate and lets them go straight back to the fight. Hakuno does a lot of wishy washy bullshit but says ‘fuck it, got nothing better to do, might as well save humanity’ even if it kills him which honestly if he doesn’t save humanity won’t the Moon Halo just kill everyone anyway? Doesn’t seem like much of a choice. They get back and Hakuno basically burns up his own body to just dump as much mana as he can into Nero (giggity) as he can and Leo’s all ‘the fuck dude why you wanna save humanity?’ which is a question that gets asked surprisingly often in the Fate series like the answer should be obvious, for most people would be like ‘sure humanity not dying would be great’ Apparently Discount Kayaba told Leo that even if he used the Magic Moon Cup he could only prolong humanity’s end and Leo’s like ‘well fuck that, let’s everyone just die’ so Hakuno’s like ‘that’s objectively the wrong choice in that situation’ and Nero cuts through Gawai’s Sun Getsuga Tensho and it’s pretty cool, Nero uses her Unlimited Coliseum Works to press the insta-win button but Gawain sets fire to it before she can form it and you know what happens when you set a fire in front of Emperor Nero? Nero Lets Rome Burn and because of the sacrifice of her Noble Phantasm she’s just allowed to channel it all into one hit and take it out, defeating the fatalism of stagnation with the desire to live through sacrifice which is pretty neat thematically for all the shit I give Fate for being pretentious. Anyway time to fight Moon!Kayaba and his Space Whales or whatever the final boss of the moon is.

Bakemonogatari: It’s the final episode! Black Hanekawa’s basically like “Okay, two options, you dump Hitagi and go out with Hanekawa, you two bang and you’ll never hear from me again, or option two, I fucking murder you.” Which idk how murdering the guy she has a crush on will REDUCE Hanekawa’s stress, like in the long run I guess so if she manages to get over him but right away that might just be enough stress to short circuit her. I like how fucking long it takes Araragi to take Hanekawa liking him seriously like he has just not adapted to the whole harem protagonist thing yet. But yeah he rightfully points out that 1. He’s kind of a masochist so he’s actually grown to really like Hitagi and 2. Breaking up with her to go out with Hankeawa just to stop a serial killer cat spirit from murdering him isn’t exactly the best way to start a healthy relationship, which are both fair points. So Black Hanekawa goes for Option 2 and just straight up decides to murder him but he’s a vampire so even for an energy-absorbing murder cat that’s not exactly an easy task. (Also idk where we actually get the story for what happened with Araragi vs Shinobu to turn him into a vampire but we get constant references to it and I was kind of hoping for the full flashback but it didn’t pan out so I’m hoping it’s not just in the books or in a movie that’s only for Japan or something). She says the only way for him to survive now if someone from his harem comes to save him since he’s helped enough people to have a karmic debt anyway, but he says everyone he’s helped over the course of the series has saved themselves rather than him really saving them, but there isn’t exactly anything he can personally do to beat her so he does the only thing he can to save himself on his own… he asks for help. I think that’s pretty cool honestly, the whole series has had a theme of the only way for the hosts to beat their apparitions is to acknowledge their weaknesses that caused the curses in the first place and in Araragi’s case that’s always been him diving into things to help someone else without regard for his own safety and feeling overly indebted to anyone that helps him, so the contradiction is the only thing he can do to be self-sufficient is ask for help. He learns he can’t do everything on his own and at the same time that his life matters because if he were to die he’d upset the very people he’s trying to help, it’s a really cool way to bring his character full circle the more I think about it, it’s like the exact opposite of Shirou’s character arc from UBW where he’s a self-sacrificing asshole and is validated for it. Anyway because he calls out to Shinobu, apparently she’s just been living in his shadow this whole time because that’s apparently something she can just do and she punts Black Hanekawa and succs the cat right out of her. Araragi gets the gang back together one more time to find Oshino’s gone and has left the care of future apparitions in Araragi’s hands and also Shinobu’s just gonna chill out in Araragi’s shadow from now on like some kind of demon loli peter pan shit. Overall I really liked this show, there was a lot of shit that got on my nerves particularly with Nadeko’s arc and the weird loli shit this show pulls sometimes and in general some of the harem vibes are weird but it’s a lot less egregious than some other shows and there was some great character work here, a lot of fun the whole way through and I’m glad I watched it. That being said I know the second season is on Funimation too but I’mma hold off on that for now and take a bit of a break shortening down the block next week. Between Sailor Moon, Fate and Monogatari I’ve got a lot of shows ending back to back so I’m going to let the block shrink down a bit for a few weeks until all those shows end and decide what new stuff I want to watch from there, sort of rebuild the block from scratch and decide how much time I want to devote to this each week instead of feeling like I have to fill out seven shows just because.

Sailor Moon Crystal: Only three more episodes left in this series too, looks like we’re speeding right along! Evil!Hotaru has the Inner Guardians in barriers and shit and the black goo shit is gonna do stuff to the planet except the Outer Guardians make a rainbow anti-goo barrier to keep it inside but basically can’t do anything else in the meantime. Sailor Moon tris to fight Evil!Hotaru but it doesn’t work and so Evil!Hotaru is like ‘okay fuck it, having a human body sucks, gonna molt’ and Sailor Moon’s like ‘Oh no, Hotaru’s body, she needs that to live and shit’ and Hotaru jams Evil!Hotaru back in like ‘oh no you don’t I need that to live and shit’ but because Evil!Hotaru is powered by the Legendary Silver Crystal she’s like ‘fine I’ll just rip everything out’ but Hotaru cuts off her connection to the crystal and guards Chibi-Usa’s soul so Evil!Hotaru has to grab the Inner Guardians’ souls for more soul juice but Hotaru grabs their souls as she’s swallowing so Evil!Hotaru’s like ‘oh come on I stole those souls fair and square’ so now Hotaru knows if she leaves she can give everyone their souls back and get Chibi-Usa her Silver Crystal back but if she does Evil!Hotaru’s gonna molt off her body which, again, she needs to live and shit. Hotaru does the selfless thing, reflecting on how she’s never had the strength or determination to protect anyone before but she met and loved Chibi-Usa and wants to protect her even if she’s basically already dead. She yeets everyone’s soul out of her body and goes to see Chibi-Usa and give her her crystal but gets molted before they can touch and it’s really kind of genuinely fucking sad. Like I don’t have any particular confidence in this series to have the balls to kill someone off for real after Pluto (come to think of it Pluto was also into Chibi-Usa, this is basically the same arc all over again) but the way it’s executed is pretty good and sad and maybe it’s just because my friend who died recently’s favorite character was Hotaru but it legit made me really sad to watch. Chibi-Usa is pissed and she and Tuxedo Mask go to fight the goo creature and she gets her own Moon Chalice which you’d think would split up the powers of the guardians stored within so they’d each be half-super but I guess it doesn’t work like that and it just multiplies so they’re both Super Sailor/Chibi Moonses.

Durararax2: Everyone’s still trying to figure out what to do about Ruri’s cat and also her stalker but mostly the cat. We get a little backstory on said stalker being the son of one of Ruri’s sponsors who she murdered (no hard feelings he’s just yandere) and how Ruri basically got yoinked up by Yodogiri for being a Wolverine Speed-healing freak with super strength who just also happened to be good at practical effects and idoling and killed her dad and made her turn into a movie makup-themed serial killer. They have some kind of Eyes Wide Shut party cutting her open and watching her heal back up and I’m not sure if there’s any scientific endgame to that or if it’s just rich people being assholes as they’re want to do. Mikado has a totally not sketchy at all conversation with Kadota about how since the Dollars are freedom then he’s free to force people to not be free and Dota-chin’s just like ‘Oh god I’m watching a villain arc right now aren’t I?” Ruri tells Kasuka about his past and he’s like “Maybe give me the info dump when you’re not being stalked like I love you and wanna find out about you but if you’re only telling me in the hopes I’ll validate your past you might wanna work yourself out first before coming to me with that shit’ which is kinda harsh but understandable I guess. They call Mika over for a security check and she breaks into Celty’s house in like five seconds and it’s hilarious. Learning nothing from this Shinra opens the door a bit later and gets decked by the stalker who proceeds to beat the shit out of him because he wants to attack everyone Ruri knows so he can break her spirit before he does whatever he’s gonna do to her.

#ooc #Toonami #Custom Toonami Block #Inuyasha #Yu Yu Hakusho #Fate Extra #Bakemonogatari #Sailor Moon Crystal #Durarara!!

[shimmershae]

My thoughts on Episode 9--No Other Way

As always, placed behind a cut for those of you that would rather escape my babbling, lol.  You’re welcome.  

Okay.  

It took a minute for my app to wake up.  It didn’t get the memo to rise and shine at 4 am like the rest of us--how much do I hate that work has trained my body to wake up at a set time everyday, no matter whether I want to or not, lol--but I guess it served me well in the end so.  

Anywho.  I had a bit of a wait.  Thus, time to think and let my brain get with the program and during this little siesta, I mulled whether my anticipation had ultimately been outweighed or overshadowed by dread thanks to the ongoing OTT celebrations from certain factions of fans.  

Spoiler alert:  turns out I really and truly don’t trust their judgment for shit, never have, and I’m too ready to see our babies to care about their never-ending hate campaign.  10/10 recommend this attitude to everybody.  It saves a whole lotta grief.  

Enough lead in.  Y’all ready?  In 3-2-1.  Shae’s stream of consciousness review coming right at ya.  

Okay, okay.  Maggie’s getting tossed around like a ragdoll by a big, burly NFL linebacker retiree/Reaper while those Angry Birds fireworks spears are screaming past her like missiles.  Cool opening.  Cool.  Whoa.  Is that what they call making a splashy entrance?  Or a dramatic AF exit?  

Well holy shit.  Just when did it change from me rolling my eyes and stifling a groan whenever I see Negan to breathing out a sigh of relief and feeling--I don’t know.  I wouldn’t call it happy exactly but I know at least he’s gonna spice up Maggie’s scenes so there’s that.  I will say though.  I didn’t realize how much I’d missed JDM--big difference, big distinction, what have you--until I saw his scruffy mug so yeah.  We’re gonna admit my crush (lifelong, lol, thanks to Denny, my beloved) is still going strong.  ; ) 

Personally, I think the mere fact Negan hasn’t ditched Elijah and run to save his own hide is earning him some reluctant, perhaps subconscious, definitely unwanted brownie points with Mags.  

I’ve always wanted a secret door to somewhere, lol, so that secret door in the infirmary delighted me much more than it should have.  I blame my love of A Secret Garden as a child.   

Ahhhhh!  I’ve missed the opening credits and the theme song and hearing it and knowing we’re essentially on a countdown to the last time is making me emotional. It really is.  That said, I do still prefer the original opening credits and would love if the show went all “retro” for the finale and had a new “old” version again.  Just to tie things up in a neat little bow of nostalgia.  It’ll never happen but oh how I wish it would.  

That shot of Rosita and Lydia going all Buffy the Vampire Slayer on the stair Walkers was simple but badass.  Love the girl power.  Oh and Dianne lives!  Only to die?  We shall see.  

The fuck do those things want in the basement so bad anyway?  Do Judith and Gracie smell like a couple of walking chicken nuggets to them?  A late night Taco Bell Cravings Box? You’d think they’d be most interested in all the people they keep trying to convince us are upstairs.  

Anyway.  Moving on.  

Yeah, no.  Make that 4 feet of water in the basement make sense.  I’ll wait.  

Jerry!  Aaron!  Oh wow.  My girl Carol looking beautiful as ever!  Listen.  Would I have liked to SEE her working with the superheroine sisters to save the walls?  Hell yeah.  But I’ll take what I can get because I was honestly afraid they were just gonna allude to her whereabouts offscreen after the shoddy treatment our leading lady got in 11A.  

Kelly being so reluctant to leave her sister’s side.  My heart.  I love them.  

Gracie’s whistle!  Aka, the call to the Undead Wild.  But whatever.  Baby girl got some lung power for Daddy Aaron to hear it over the storm.  Or maybe he just got Daddy ears and could hear that whistle anywhere like a dog hearing a dog whistle.  Yet more proof Aaron is half Golden Retriever/half human.  

Carol, Kelly, and Jerry are my kind of trio. I’d follow them anywhere. 

Well.  At least it’s partly cloudy with what looks like a chance of rain later at Meridian, lol.  

Father G--still hobbling to fight another day.  

Daryl--is that what they call a knife to the gut (sorry, lame, I know)?

It’s been so long since I bothered to watch any of the boring Reaper bullshit that I don’t remember if Austin is significant to Daryl’s latest prisoner/fake turncoat arc or not.  Kudos to the Reaper outside that door for dropping that name for me.  Other than asshole Carver, I can’t distinguish one from the other.  

Leah legit sours my throat with bile.  Maybe that’s what Angela Kang was going for.  I don’t know.  Someone forgot to send LCol the memo though.  Or else she immediately deleted it sight unseen for plausible deniability.  Even her voice triggers that upheaval response.  Ugh.  

Side note:  I actually feel bad for these dudes playing Reapers.  Unproblematically excited as far as I know and their story went over like a lead balloon.  

Daddy Aaron to the rescue!  Whoa.  Cool underwater shot with that Walker kill.  He saved our little girls.  Whew.  For a minute there I was worried about Judith.  Insert eyeroll emoji.  Judith handled that situation like a champ.  I was worried for Gracie, full stop, but at least it looks like they decided to spare Aaron.  Well, maybe not.  Oh shit.  

“Worry about yourself first.”  LMAO.  Father Savage is back, y’all.  Reaper priest almost had him. Or did he?  “No oneis above saving?”  Hmm. 

Maggie being chased by Carver like the final girl. Methinks she’s leading him into a trap.  At least I hope so.  

Really though?  A bat? Negan, man.  Choose another weapon.  Anyway. I do love the teamwork but you know that’s gotta be triggering AF.  

“Well.  Ding, ding.”  The way that made me LMAO.  It’s all in JDM’s delivery, y’all.  Think I’m gonna steal that for later.  

Maggie’s reluctant acknowledgment of gratitude to Negan is enough.  I’m tired of the retread dialogue but she owes him nothing she doesn’t want to give.  He gleefully murdered her husband.  The father of their unborn child.  He can keep trying to prove he’s changed but IMHO?  If she doesn’t want to accept it?  She doesn’t have to.  

The Elijah dude really made me feel  his pain over his sister with just his face and no words so kudos.  

C’mon, now.  I thought people were saying Daryl was yelling “Don’t” to Maggie about Leah.  LOL.  I mean, did LCol plant that suggestion to make it look like Daryl actually still give a shit?  

Smart move to use Carver.  Least I think.  We’ll see.  

Listen.  Team Family climbing around like Olympic Champion monkeys this ep. I could never.  Don’t have the arm strength, lol.  I’d be like that squirrel trying to climb that greased pole to the bird feeder.  Y’all know the one. 

Lydia saved Aaron?  My baby girl.  Oh my heart.  Wonder if this will change or move the needle somewhat on my boy’s perception that no Whisperer is worth saving or that they’re all bad?  Lydia saying “You would have done the same for me” truly made me pause because despite knowing his misgivings, knowing the times he hasn’t full on embraced her as family and one of their own, she still believes in his good heart, and it makes me cry for her.  That trust.  I loved the little pause on Aaron’s part before he answered her.  It’s almost like he didn’t realize he actually would and was surprised.  Anyway.  I think Lydia’s finally earned her standing with Aaron as one of the family and I could honestly see him going full protection mode for her in the future.  

Where is Dog in all this chaos?  Gnawing on some milk bones?  I hope he’s warm, dry, and well fed.  Little traitor, lol. 

Yeah, Leah’s a duplicitous bitch.  

Why does this feel like some kind of Western duel or standoff?  

“Nope. No Jenson/Jentzen (sp?) here.”  LMAO.  I do love me some savage ass Father G.  “Call me Gabriel.”  Negan’s face SENT me.  

Fucking go, Maggie.  I loved the dramatic music that accompanied that little piece of deserved and earned brutality.  ;)  Never mind I don’t know who the hell Elijah was talking about because they redshirts.  The world is down a bunch more boring ass Reapers and Negan knows he better toe some kind of line.  

Dammit, Daryl.  You dumbass.  She deserved DEATH not BREATH.  

There my boy Dog magically is.  Thank goodness they didn’t have Leah use him against Daryl in their ugly breakup.  My heart couldn’t have handled it.  

Maggie knows Alden’s dead.  C’mon.  That’s why she went alone.  They finally decided to remember the poor dude. Adam has had so many sets of parents.  Maybe Commonwealth has some kind of support group for that.  

All those crosses.  Ouch.  

Negan ain’t wrong.  Maggie gonna do what Maggie gonna do.  There goes any levity or tension to Maggie’s story, but you know what?  I’m here for it because your girl is TIRED of them having the same scene different verse over and over again.  

Carol looking out and watching for her bae like Daryl did after spending all night on that log with Negan and looking mighty fine doing it, I might add.  Not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but did they raid a Cabela’s in between reinforcing walls, putting out fires, and playing lifeguard in the basement?  

Of course her man is the first one she sees.  

Judith running to Uncle Daryl always makes this girl smile.  Sue me.  I’m a sentimental fool.  

Look at Lydia’s happy little face.  

The way Carol almost fell into Daryl’s arms like a wife happy to see her husband home made my heart flutter.  You know she’s keeping her cool in front of the kids.  

Both my girls feeling some kind of way about Negan.  My, how times have  changed.  I wonder.  Will Lydia harbor any future resentment toward Maggie for this?  She didn’t know Glenn so she’s not as closeto the history there.  But she’s been an outsider so she identifies and empathizes with Negan somewhat. Future conflict between the two of them perhaps?  

Look at little RJ.  They keep that cute baby monosyllabic or silent, lol.  

Okay.  I bought Father G’s look at Rosita but girl looked kind of unimpressed, lol.  

How adorable is Coco?

OMFG. That’s what people been declaring canon over?  LMAO.  Whoever called it a Bro Shove was spot on.  All they needed was a basketball and a court and I could have seen them going to shoot some hoops later.  It had that kind of catch up feel.  It was cute.  I’ll give you that.  And it hinted at literally no romantic feelings or implications at all.  Daryl looks like he just got reunited with his sisters.  Y’all.  For real.  Put down the crackpipes if you forecasting marriage proposals because of this.  We good.  

Now the implications of Carol witnessing?  That screams jealous, insecure, disbelieving of her own worth love interest.  But antis gonna anti so of fucking course they see it as Carol shipping them when the truth is she is literally the only person on earth, fictional or real, that honestly and without ulterior motive, ships Daryl with happiness.  

And y’all.  Carol is literally framed between them.  She is 100% the reason why it’s not like that and she just doesn’t realize it.  At this point, the only person, ahem--people, in more willful denial are the shippers of the other ship.  

Stormtroopers on horseback.  Surely our nerd Jerry can appreciate this.  You know he’s a not so closeted Star Wars lover.  Has to be.  

Eugene running ahead saying “we’re all friends” made me giggle, okay.  Josh as Eugene has a very distinct gait/run and it never fails to make me laugh.  

Look.  If Daryl and Connie really were like *that*, realistically, who do you think he’d be standing within arms’ reach of lined up in front of some strange newcomers he for sure doesn’t trust?  Certainly not Carol.  C’mon, people.  Put your thinking caps on.  Shit goes down?  He wants Carol nearby just in case.  I swear.  Some people willfully dense AF.  

6 months later, huh?  I hate Angela’s apparent lady hard on for these time jumps but I do appreciate the idea that Maggie really said fuck slimy Lance Hornsby and his politician’s suit.  

Holy shit.  Daryl in stormtrooper gear demanding Maggie open up the gates of Hilltop.  WTF, lol.  

Who’s Stephen Campbell?  Anybody know?  Some digging is in order.   

So.  Some overall impressions because I figure if you’re still reading at this point, why the hell not?  

I love that shit actually got done.  

Maggie and Aaron were badass.  

Daryl was a dumbass letting Leah live.  Like that time they didn’t end the Governor, I fear this one will come back to bite them in the ass. 

Daryl’s reunion with Carol and the kids was heartwarming and felt like two marrieds that had been through it all a million times before reuniting and it had the right kind of understated flavor, considering they haven’t 100% cleared the air with each other.  

Daryl 100% views Connie as a sister.  Kelly too.  Only Carol and the antis think otherwise and only Carol’s reasons make gd sense.  

Lance is slimy AF.  

Lydia has my heart.  Girl saved a man she felt didn’t 100% have her back as a former Whisperer and Aaron felt small because he’d been wrong not to embrace her wholly.  

Aaron is such a good dad.  

Carol and Negan remain the only two that have the ability to cut through the bullshit and see the larger picture.  Except where Daryl is involved for Carol because her heart and her insecurities are too damn loud.  

Judith, Uncle Daryl scenes, however small?  Continue to warm my heart.  

RJ is literally just there as a peace offering for pissed off R!chonne fans to keep the lid on their rage, IMHO. He’s cute but so far?  A non-factor.  Because the mama that lost Andre so tragically would have never left him.  Ever.  I don’t care how people try to rationalize that OOC behavior to benefit their shipping preference/perspective.  I’ll die on this hill.  M!chonne as a character was done so dirty but I suppose backstage decisions dictated their options and they chose the least sensical one that pandered the most to the ship. They dampened my personal enjoyment in the process.  Here’s hoping they’ll find a way to right the ship in the future.

Father G and Rosita are still so mismatched.  Like I don’t even get the vibe she’s really into him.  More that she looked at the X’s and O’s and decided he best overall benefits Coco and okay, fair.  I don’t understand it but I do.  

Anywho.  I cannot wait for super spy Carol to take the Commonwealth down. 

The rest?  I’ll reserve judgment.  

Here comes Angela’s explanation points, lol.  Let’s see if I learn anything new.  

Nope, nope.  

Although.  It didn’t really hit me how much Maggie’s killing of Carver literally echoed Negan’s killings of Glenn and Abe until I saw the moments back to back so yeah.  Kinda cool but Maggie still has the moral high ground, IMHO. By a hair.  

I’d explain why but this is already a typo ridden thesis so.  

Until next time, lovelies.  

Same time next week.  

#The Walking Dead #Season 11 #TWD spoilers #things that make me smile and cry #for reasons #Shae's thinky thoughts

[anonsservice]

Just text me!

Prompt: Jade doesn't like talking on the phone, but Reader always calls her instead of texting. Reader admits that it's because they want to hear Jade's voice. | or: Two times reader got away with calling instead of texting, and one time they didn't. | Jade x Gender-Neutral!Reader |

                                                       -ONE-

  Jade hated lots of things, wet door-nobs (but then again, who likes them?), ducks, and this list could go on but then it would take hours to read. And one of the things she hated most was talking on the phone. She never understood why anybody would want to talk on the phone when you would just type and not have to listen to anybody's annoying voice. Hence why she only answered the phone 5% of the time and hung up the rest of the time. By now everybody had gotten the memo to stop calling her, and they did. Only calling when it was an emergency. Everybody but you understood this unsaid contract. You always opted to call her rather than text her, and nine times out of ten she always answered, because anytime she didn't you'd send her voice memos of you pleading for her to answer. She was always rendered powerless to you when you sounded just so sad.

    Now was one of those nines times. Jade had been reading 'Animal Farm' by George Orwell when you called. She groaned and went to press the little red button until she saw your face in the contact picture. Her thumb quickly switched course and she immediately pressed the green one instead.

    "Hi~ Jade!"

    "Y/N."

     "So I just saw the cutes-" She cut you off.

     "No! Do not start about a cute dog again!"

    "But it's just so cute! the owner said his name was Mr.Doodles! Mr.Doodles!"

    "This was just something you could've texted me you know." Your line went quiet for a moment before she started again.

   "Why do you always call me? I think I've only ever gotten texts from you when we were in class."

    "...What's wrong with me calling you huh!? You meanie!"

    "I'm not mean! Don't lie you liar!"

    "If I'm a liar you're a meanie!"

    "I'm no- Hold on. Don't do this."

    Whenever you wanted to get away with something you just went off on a tangent and distracted her until she forgot what she was even talking about in the first place.

    "Do what?" Your tone was almost sweet and almost innocent. Almost.

   "Forget it, but next time you see a stupid dog with an even stupider name, just text me."

    You hummed in response and she hung up the phone.

                                             -----------------------------

                                                           -TWO-

You always found a way to bypass Jade's no calling rule. You always made sure to curve her questions so that you'd never be lying but not exactly telling the truth. It wasn't like Jade ever truly hated your calls. She did, of course, hate everybody else's but when your number popped up on her screen she'd answer always. She loved your weird squeals, snorts, and giggles you made when the two of you were talking. Everything you did was cute to her. But after a while, she got suspicious of you. The way you'd always call her over the smallest things. As if looking for any reason at all to call her. The way whenever she asked you to just text her you never directly said 'yes' or any time she asked about your calling addiction you just changed the subject.

    Right now you had just noticed a bunny hopping along through the long stretch of grass of which you were walking along. You'd often take an afternoon to just wander this 'park' that was really just grass, trees, flowers, and animals. Few children were ever spotted there but you and a few others were frequent visitors. Your favorite thing to do there was just sitting on one of the many benches and watching for any and all animals. One of the animals being bunnies. Animals of which happen to be your newest reason to call a certain loud-mouthed-dark-haired girl.

    It only took two rings before her voice came from the phone's speaker.

"Y/N! Again? What is it this time?"

"Bunny!"

    Jade grumbled about you wasting her time but you just went on about the small animal you'd noticed. You didn't talk for very long as there wasn't much about the animal to describe. It was fairly small, grey with some brown patches, beady black eyes, ears that stook up toward the sky, and two long front teeth.

"I will ask again, why did you call me for this?"

"Because the bunny was so super cute and you needed to hear about it!"

"Needed, did I?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Then why didn't you just text me."

"What's that Jade?" You started to blow into the mic of the phone.

"You're breaking up! Call you later!"

You stuffed your phone back into your jacket pocket and started the longish walk back to your car.

                                                       -THREE-

    This time you called her when you were in the supermarket, getting snacks for you and Jade's monthly movie marathon. You two got together monthly to watch movies all night and spend the day together the day after, every last Saturday and Sunday of every month. It started when Jade's parents went on another business trip for the weekend and she had gotten lonely and invited you over for the weekend. Though she would never admit to being lonely, you knew. Anyway, you each took turns buying the snacks. Last time Jade bought them so now it was your turn. And at the moment you were trying to decide between strawberry pocky or cookies and cream. It took you a minute but you ended up deciding to call Jade and ask which one to get.

    And, in true whipped sapphic nature she answered almost as soon as you called.

"What!"

"hi, love."

It took a minute but she mumbled a 'hi' in return.

"Should i get strawberry or cookies and cream pocky?"

"Really, Y/N?"

"hm?"

"You call me.. over Pocky?!"

You pouted, even though you knew she couldn't see you.

"Mhm! Now tell me!"

"You could've tex-"

"I know I know I could've texted you, but I didn't, so tell me now which one to get!"

"If you know to text me, then why, why, do you always call?"

"because i- forget it, ill just get Oreos."

You pulled the phone away and went to press 'hang up' but a 'wait!' coming from the small box stopped you. You pressed the phone up to your cheek once more.

"Hm?"

"Get the strawberry ones."

"Okay! Bye-bye, love you!"

you hung up before she could say it back.

                                                          --------

    It was an hour after the whole pocky incident and you were now on your first movie of the night, which was of course, 'The scissoring'. You always started the night off with some type of horror movie, per Jade's request of course.

She was pulling out one of the four pocky boxes you had purchased.

"Y/N?"

You turned your head from the screen to her.

"Why do you always call me! And don't call me mean, or a liar, or anything! Just tell me the truth. Or I'll end this weekend early. I swear on it!"

At that, you frowned. You were on one hand embarrassed at the true reasoning behind all your calls, but you wanted to be with jade for the next twenty-four hours so you gave in almost immediately after she said that.

"Well I just," you tilted your head down and mumbled out the rest in a confusing sentence. "Ilikehearingyourvoiceandijustiguessitrytolookforanyreasontohearitagain"

"Huh? Speak slower, love. Look- I won't make fun of you, I swear."

You look up at her and nod slightly.

"I said, I call you all the time because I like hearing your voice, so I guess I kinda just started looking for any reason to call you and hear it again. I'm sorry..."

    At this, she tried to bite back a smile but in the end, the smile won and she look your face into her hands.

"You don't need to say sorry, Y/N. It's kind of cute."

    You smiled once more and nestled yourself in her arms after you gave her a sickeningly sweet kiss.

A/N: *me walking in after not updating for like a month or two* hey yall... how yall doin?.

No, but for real, I just started streaming and I guess it's distracted me a bunch. I took it up after my hamster died cuz I used to talk to my hamster a lot and since she was gone I needed to talk to somebody who wasn't my large stuffed animal collection. Any-who, I'll try to update more! And i wrote this at 3 am after streaming for like an hour soooooo, sorry for the fuck ups.

#jade west #victorious #wlw #wlm #fxf #gxg #fxm #bxg #gxb #fanfiction #fanfic #y/n #jade west x reader #jade x reader #xreader #x gender neutral reader #cat valentine #tori vega #women #Elizabeth Gillies #liz gillies

[questioningstressing]

Mr.Loverman part 1

Stardew valley bachlors x chubby! trans! male reader. 

First story posted on tumblr. 1,537 words!

The faint chatter of false kind voices talking politely to customers over phones echoed through the cubicles, making Y/n feel empty, his chest felt hollow. His eyes stared at his computer screen, data and random memos flooded his head. 

This really wasn't how he expected his life to go, sitting in a soul-draining, dream-crushing, aspiration-ruining, cubical, run by an evil corporation that had by this point taken over the grocery industries and planning to basically take over the world. He felt miserable.

And he wasn't even given time off after top surgery. In fact, he was being forced to work, but by this point, he couldn't sue. JoJo was so rich, they worked hand in hand with the government.

His chest hurt, he had to get help to get his fucking employee shirt on, he couldn’t get paperwork because it was always on high shelves, and he was turned into a go-for because his productivity was so low. 

Y/n rubbed his hands over his face, trying to ignore the pain that was thrumming through his chest, the fresh stitches hurt so bad, he couldn’t focus, he sighed and stood up. Too quickly it seemed. 

Pain shot through his chest, it stung, he gasped, looking down at his chest, blood seeping out onto his dark blue shirt, leaving a stain that slowly started growing. His body screamed at him to sit back down.

He whimpered and cried softly, he needed to call someone, but they took away cell phones to keep up productivity, he shouted. “Please! I need help!” he shook softly as pain shot through him.

Thirty minutes passed of this, of constant begging for help, shouting, and yelling as his chest bled before his manager came to his cubicle, basically making small talk while y/n cried in pain.

That was fucking it, y/n could fucking deal with it, so, after three months of bed rest, he got on a bus and went to Stardew Valley, and to his grandfather's farm.

The bus passed under street lights as Y/n leaned his head against the window, staring longingly out the window and at the stars, music blaring through his headphones. His mind was racing and anxiety pooled in his stomach as he thought about the fact he was uprooting his life and moving 17 hours away to his grandfather's old farm.

It was too late to turn back now, the bus was driving and Y/n couldn’t stop it, he couldn’t turn and run like a scared animal. He couldn’t, his eyes filled with tears, he couldn’t cry right now, he did this for himself, he did this for his own mental health. 

Y/n let out a sigh as he closed his eyes and leaned against the window, soon falling into a blissful slumber. 

Y/n was awoken by the sudden jolt of the bus stopping, he realized this was his stop, Stardew valley. He picked up his bag and his small suitcase, dragging it sleepily off the bus, greeted by a young woman.

“Hello, you must be Y/n!” The woman said enthusiastically, a bright smile on her face “I’m robin the local carpenter, mayor Lewis sent me here to fetch you and show you the way to your new home. He’s there right now, tidying things up for your arrival, the farms right over there, if you’ll follow me.” Robin turned on her heel looking back quickly to make sure y/n was following.

Y/n seemed a bit frazzled, having just come from a 17-hour bus trip and then having info dumped upon him, he followed quickly after the woman as they followed a dirt road down to a decent-sized house “This is F/n (farm name) farm.” Robin gestured to the farm with her arm.

Weeds, rocks, trees, and branches scattered across the ground. It dawned on Y/n that he’d need to do more work than expected, and his sudden relaxation seemed to be present on his face as Robin asked “What’s the matter? Sure it's a bit overgrown but there's some good soil under that mess! With a little dedication, you’ll have it cleaned up in no time!”

Robin encouraged Y/n who turned to look at Robin, who once again turned on her heel to lead him up to the door. Once they got up to the steps Robin’s smile stretched a bit “...And here we are! Your new home!”  Y/n looked at the door and an older man walked out 

“Ah the new farmer!” he said “I’m mayor Lewis, mayor of pelican town! You know everybody’s been asking about you!” Mayor Lewis said “It's not every day someone new moves in! It’s quite a big deal!” The mayor says, before turning to look at the rickety old cottage “So… you’re moving into your grandfather's old cottage? It’s a good house…. Very… rustic...”  He seemed to be trying to make Y/n feel more comfortable, which was failing.

 “Rustic is one way to put it! Crusty might be a little more apt though!” Robin joked, and the mayor looked shocked “Rude!” he said quickly as robin laughed “Don’t listen to her Y/n she’s just trying to make you dissatisfied so that you buy one of her house upgrades.” Lewis said to y/n 

Robin crossed her arms as she made a noise that seemed a bit upset as the mayor continued “Anyway… you must be tired from the long journey you should get some rest. Tomorrow you ought to explore the town and introduce yourself, the townspeople would appreciate that!” Lewis said, a kind smile on his face, before he turned on his heel and began to leave before turning back around “Oh! And I almost forgot, if you have anything to sell just place it in this box here ill come during the night to collect it!” he paused for a moment “Well… good luck!” Before both he and Robin walked away. 

Y/n let out a breath walking into his grandfather's old house as soon as he could and dropping his bags down on the ground, kicking off his old beat-up shoes, taking off his shirt leaving him in his underwear, he looked down at himself, his face twisting in displeasure as he studied his body.

Y/n was not a thin man by any means, in fact, he was a large man, something he got teased for constantly, his soft tummy,  large thighs, and round face haunted him like a persistent ghost. He let out a sigh “Don’t think about it.” he muttered to himself, gently tracing the scars that rest just below his chest, the few things that made him happy about his body, his top surgery scars, inverted T scars sat beautifully under his chest, a reminder he was strong.

He let out a gentle sigh as he sat on the edge of the bed head in his hands, his body gently shaking as he began to cry, did he really uproot his life for this? He wanted to love it, the few times he visited his grandfather's farm he remembered loving it. 

Every time he would run around the fruit trees, climbing them to pick any ripe fruit he could, sometimes falling and scraping his knees on the tiny rocks beneath. Water the plants with his grandfather, play in the field with the cows even though his grandfather told him not to. 

The memories float into his head leaving this moment more somber, his heart heavy with sadness.

Y/n let out a  shaky breath before breathing in deep and letting out a little laugh, was he really crying about it not being up to his expectations? How much more of a ‘stuck up city boy’ could he get? 

He stared at the floor as he shook his head, no, he was gonna work hard on getting the farm to look nice, to be like his memories, to impress his grandfather, starting tomorrow he was gonna get this place tidied up.

Y/n laid in bed, pulling the warm duvet over him, causing him to soon fall asleep, and he dreamt.

He was in a field filled with F/c (favorite colored) flowers, that smelled familiar, he began to walk in a direction, the further out into the field he got he heard a group of male voices laughing and talking, he soon found the group. 

They were in a cuddle pile, a man with short purple hair and a torn-up Joja hoodie held someone with short brown wavy brown hair with glasses.

 leaning against the Joja hoodie guy’s shoulder was a man with long black hair that covered one of his eyes, and in his arms, a spikey blond-haired guy was curled up seeming to have fallen asleep.

 On the other shoulder, a long-haired gentleman rested, seeming to be smiling as he read something, a short-haired man wearing a green sweater was reading over the long-haired gentleman's shoulder.  Y/n smiled and he realized he knew them, they felt like home. 

He quickly joined the cuddle pile, all of them seeming excited to see him. He fell asleep on their laps, his hair gently being pat.

#stardew sebastian #stardew elliott #stardew farmer #male reader #trans reader #chubby reader #stardew shane #stardew alex #stardew harvey #stardew bachelors #gay

[beholdthemem]

Kayso-

I feel like after Larry came back from juvie shit kinda changed for him at school.

Specifically- all of the sudden, kids are afraid of him.

Like, everybody knows he went to juvie cuz bad news travels fast in a small town, but very few people know WHY, exactly, and he has absolutely no wish to talk about it because it was traumatizing and he still feels like a horrible, awful person, even though it was an accident.

(Maybe he IS a horrible awful person. Maybe that's why Dad left. Fuck.)

Because none of the other kids know why he went to juvie, they start coming to their own assumptions, and because they're little shits, everybody assumes he dd something TERRIFYING. The general consensus seems to be that he attacked and/or killed someone. This is bullshit. Nobody with a brain or willing to think two seconds would believe that. But nobody stops spreading the rumor, either.

And now... people who used to hang out with are avoiding him.

Kids he used to talk to before and after school are whispering about him in the hallway.

People try not to be alone in the same room with him.

And that makes him feel like shit. 

He sort of gets used to it, and doesn't bother challenging it too much. He just... stops talking to people. It sucks, but he also has Lisa to worry about, and making sure that social services don't find out she's not doing too well and trying to take him away. People being afraid of him isn't ideal, but he has bigger problems. He’ll live.

And then Ash shows up.

The other kids assume Ash has some kind of death wish because she actively seeks Larry Johnson out, and a few people have seen her like- TOUCHING him. Not even asking, just leaning on his shoulder, or dragging him by the hand somewhere, or putting a hand on his forehead. ("Are you sick? You're acting weird.") 

Which is just asking to die. 

(They always had a hunch she was stupid, but WOW.)

Ash, meanwhile, is not stupid, but DOES tend to be a little oblivious, and has somehow managed to miss the memo that everybody thinks Larry's a tiny serial killer. She just thought he was socially awkward, and maybe kind of bad at making friends. And at this point she's spent so much time with him that even if somebody decided to tell her why nobody hangs out with him, she'd think they were crazy. Larry? You're scared of LARRY??

Larry, meanwhile, is kind of confused when she pops up and refuses to go away, but he's not complaining. He's happy to hang out for as long as she'll let him stick around for, and when he finds out she actually considers him a FRIEND, he's stoked. 

He has dinner at her house a lot once her parents get used to him, and gets to know her family, which means 7 year old Ben is now climbing all over him too. This is... new. Like he's not complaining, but WOW Ash and her family are touchy. Definitely a change of pace.

At some point while they're walking to the 7/11 or something after a couple hours babysitting Ben for Mrs. Campbell, he mentions something like "I don't know how you get him to do stuff. He likes me, I think, but he never listens to anything I say."

"That's because you're not scary," Ash tells him shrugging.

Larry stops dead, and Ash immediately backtracks, worrying she's offended him or something. "Crap. That sounded really bad, that's not what I meant- um- I'm sure you could be scary if you WANTED to? It's- look, we'll work on it, I'll teach you-"

The rest of the sentence is lost as he yanks her into a hug.

And this is new, cuz like- up until now he'd let her hug him and lean on him and whatnot, but he'd never RESPONDED- she'd kind of thought he was just putting up with it. This is the first time he's ever hugged her first, and Ash finds herself unexpectedly flustered as he just stands there holding her while she responds in kind.

"Um," she says after a moment, pleased but confused because where did THAT come from. "Hi?"

"Hi," he says, still refusing to let her go.

“What’s this for?”

“Just because.”

#sally face #larry johnson #ashley campbell

[jaskiersvalley]

LOOOOL at Geralt being a troll, THERE ARE TEARS ON MY FACE

You can’t look at Geralt and not see the greatest troll potential in him. But I raise you this idea: wit and trolling is something that runs in the family.

CW: homophobia (fuck you, Stregobor).

The last market before the ascent to Kaer Morhen was one where Geralt and Jaskier usually stocked up. In fact, it was where all wolf witchers were known to spend a lot of coin before hibernating in their keep (or whatever they did in the winter months - rumours were rife and unconfirmed). It had even become usual to see the infamous White Wolf with a bard. Or rather, the famous bard Jaskier with a witcher. The jury was still out over who was the hero and who was the sidekick but that was just petty discussion and gossip best saved for taverns. Only once did it lead to a full on brawl. Since then, there had been a sign up, asking people to respect each other’s views and not let things descent into petty fist fights again.

Rumours were rife with the arrival of said witcher and bard because they were no longer alone. There was a girl with them, one small hand in each of their larger ones as they flanked her. As usual, they stayed for a few days, buying essentials and then more because each time the little girl looked excited about something and turned big, hopeful eyes on them, without fail they relented. It became a bit of a running joke amongst the vendors to see who could sell the little family the most outrageous thing. Unfortunately, not all were lucky enough to pick the right witcher because there were a couple of others who had quietly arrived too. But the witchers hadn’t bumped into each other yet - that was usually accompanied by something much louder and with more scuffling of play fighting.

Of course, things couldn’t run smoothly and not everybody could be happy about getting to see the wild witcher settle down, obtain a bard and start a family. Some idiots had to take umbrage. Especially an idiot like Stregobor who heard about the White Wolf’s Lion Cub and had come to ruin things. Just because he was a dickhead like that.

“Ah, Butcher!” he had greeted Geralt in the street with a false smile. “I see you are spreading your foul practices to fine young minds.”

Bristling, Geralt stopped, stepping to shield both Ciri and Jaskier from Stregobor. This was not at all the kind of confrontation he wanted. Unfortunately, Jaskier didn’t get the memo about keeping quiet.

“Who is this ‘delightful’ man, Geralt?” While he was all charm and smiles, his eyes were sharp and taking everything in without an ounce of his usual welcoming glint. In fact, his grip on Ciri’s hand had changed while his other hand seemed to be resting on his hip. However, Geralt knew all too well that under his palm was the hilt of a small dagger, hidden in his wasitband.

“Oh Butcher,” Stregobor purred. “You didn’t tell me you were trying to play happy families. Did you threaten this bard into submitting to your sick fantasies? Or did you put a love potion. Because nobody could love a murderous, out of control witcher like you.”

Before Jaskier could do more than growl with a snarl lifting his lips, Ciri wriggled between him and Geralt, stepping forward. “Who is this rude man?”

“The Lion Cub of Cintra,” Stregobor almost managed to look stunned. But he wasn’t that good an actor and everyone knew exactly why he was there. To try and take her away, bend her to his will and use her for his nefarious plans. Smirking, Stregobor straightened up. “Surely you don’t intend to raise her by yourselves. She needs more than two men’s care. It’s not right, not natural to have two dads.”

“Just as well she’s got three then.” A new voice joined in as Lambert slung an arm around Geralt’s and Jaskier’s shoulders, wedging himself into the middle with a fierce, challenging grin.

For a moment nobody moved. Stregobor spluttered, going red in the face when Lambert pressed sloppy, wet kisses on Geralt’s and Jaskier’s cheeks before reaching to ruffle Ciri’s hair fondly.

“Butcher-”

“I think you ought to reconsider your objectives,” Eskel’s voice was low in Stregobor’s ear, his blade sharp against his throat. “I’m fairly certain I heard Nilfgaard wanted their magical slug back.”

Huffing, Stregebor recognised he wasn’t going to win, not then and there against four witchers, a bard and with a whole town as witness. Opening up a portal, he stepped through with as much grace as he could muster. As soon as it shut behind him, Lambert was stepping away and avoiding a cuff to the back of the head and laughing. Eskel looked just as entertained as he slipped his blade back in its sheath and pulled Geralt in for a back slapping hug.

The six of them spent one more night in town, taking over a corner table of a tavern and laughing loudly, rejoicing in reuniting. It meant the path up to Kaer Morhen would be a bit brighter though no more easy. At least they had each other.

#geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #cirilla fiona elen riannon #lambert #eskel #stregobor #tldr: stregobor tries to take ciri with some mean words #cw: homophobia

[outsiderslamb]

Overheated

Ao3 Link

Darry has to confront his own anger issues to be a better friend and brother.

 (2791 words)

(Tw for yelling, panic attacks and talks of abuse)

@naturallesbain @therealsehinton @hellsfanatic @cammie @chaotically-cas

Darry’s aching muscles screamed in protest as he hauled himself out of his chair. His body was still heavy with sweat and exhaustion from his shift, and he did not have the time to lay down. It was getting late and if he didn’t make dinner for these kids then nobody else would.

Lumbering to the kitchen, every utensil, and pot he held felt heavy in his hands. He nearly spilled the soup as he poured it from the can to the pot. Looking out the window, the sun was setting quicker than usual the later it got into the year, so Darry figured he’d call them in for supper early, as it would not be long for the soup to be done.

Heaving to the door, he called everyone in from their game of football. He did a quick headcount to see how many of his adopted family he’d need to feed tonight (anyone not there at the moment would either stop by later or had found a place for the night). There were Ponyboy and Sodapop of course, then Steve and Johnny. That made four, but he’d make a little extra to refrigerate in case anybody else stopped by.

“Hey, hey, y’all get your shoes off now,” Darry ordered as Steve and Ponyboy didn’t seem to get the memo after countless reminders. Telling them once should have been enough, Darry thought as he gritted his teeth.

“Ain’t even that dirty,” Steve replied, infuriatingly. Darry was too tired for this.

“Just get them off.” Darry couldn’t help the bite to his tone. It didn’t bother Steve too much, who just shucked them off and went to talk to Sodapop, but Darry could feel a tension in the room; even as nobody was showing it.

Nobody except Johnny, who Darry noticed was starting to fidget in place. He suddenly stood up and in the most forced-friendly way Darry had ever seen, trotted over to the kitchen. “Here, you need help?” Johnny asked, smiling as though somebody had a gun to his head.

Darry gave a little huff, he would much rather cook alone right now despite usually loving Johnny’s help, but it’d be rude to turn the little guy away. “Yeah.” he gritted out.

As they got to work, Johnny’s presence in that cramped space felt like a barrier. When the younger boy got close to the counter to pour another can of soup into the pot, the noise of sloshing made Darry feel sick.

“I think this would taste better if I added pepper,” Johnny said, standing up on his tip-toes to see into the bowl. “You have any?” he asked.

Darry gave a jerky nod. “Yeah,” he groaned, “In the cupboard,” He then turned back to heating up the stove.

Behind him, he heard Sodapop laughing. “Woah, hey Johnnycakes you tryna crack your skull open?”

Johnny’s reply was a snap “Not my fault y’all won’t invest in a step-stool.”

Darry turned to see Johnny precariously balancing on the countertop, multiple spices gathered up in his thin arms.

“Oi, Johnny!” Darry yelped, bolting to the countertop and grabbing Johnny by the waist. “I outta put you in a helmet if you’re gonna pull this shit, Jesus Christ kid!” he lifted the boy off the counter and held him in the air.

Johnny’s legs kicked a bit where they hovered off the ground, shrinking in embarrassment as Sodapop and Steve burst out laughing.

“Ah c’mon Darry, he couldn’t reach,” Ponyboy called sympathetically.

“Oh I know you ain’t talking, little man, after you snapped your arm like a twig climbing around like that,” Darry growled in response.

Ponyboy looked incredulous. “Yeah when I was six, and my arm didn’t even break it just bruised like a peach.”

“Can I get down now?” Came Johnny’s groan before Darry could come up with some kind of retort.

Darry wasn’t thinking, he just opened his arms and expected Johnny to sort himself out. Of course, Johnny fell like a sack of bricks, and so did the spices.

“Ouch!”

Darry looked down and saw Johnny trying to pick up everything he dropped, he couldn’t help feeling bad. “Sorry,” he grunted, probably not sounding very sorry at all.

“Ain’t no reason to drop him!” Steve stood up, great, another person yelling.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Johnny said, looking more annoyed than actually hurt as he set the spices on the counter and got back to work.

Steve sat back down reluctantly upon seeing that the only thing Darry had bruised was Johnny’s pride. But Sodapop didn’t seem like he wanted to let this situation simmer down.

“Dar’ I think you ought to hit the hay for now.” Said Sodapop, his sympathy sounding a lot like condescension right now.

“I’m just fine, thank you.” Darry snapped back, Sodapop shrank in response, funny he didn’t sound too angry in his head.

He tensed up his sore muscles upon feeling a small finger tap on his shoulder, whipping around way too fast he saw Johnny looking up at him with a worried expression.

“Darry you really need to go take a shower and get some rest, I think you’ve had it hard enough today,” he said nervously.

“I’m busy,” Darry grunted back.

“I can finish dinner,” Johnny offered, “I’ve been cooking for myself for years and-”

“Leave me be, I’m fine.”

“Oh you clearly aren’t, don’t lie to me.”

Darry growled, taking a quick step closer before he could stop himself.

“I SAID LEAVE ME BE!”

Darry had lost his usually tight grip on his temper at that moment. Nobody yells at Johnny in this house, because they all know that he gets enough of it at home. You’d have to be a monster to know what he goes through and still put him through.

Johnny’s face darkened, his eyes wide and he took a step back. Looking closer, Darry realized that fuck he was shaking.

“Shit. Johnnycakes I’m so-” Darry tried but Johnny turned quickly before anyone could see his reaction and walked out the door.

Darry remembered a night a few months ago when he’d snapped like this with Ponyboy, only that time he’d hit him. Darry never thought he’d forgive himself, and he’d been working on controlling his anger for a while. Darry cringed at the thought that he could have hit Johnny or any of his other adopted brothers.

Darry tried to follow, but Sodapop stood up and put a hand on his chest. “Take our advice. Please.” He said, looking tired and disappointed but not angry.

Darry took a step back and headed for the shower. He needed to cool down before anything else.

Johnny couldn’t think of anything as he sat on the porch, knees hugged up close to his chest. His mind was completely static as he stared into nothing, heart racing and breath coming out in ragged gasps.

He shouldn’t have reacted that way. Darry was just frustrated and he dealt with people yelling at him all the time at home. He shouldn’t be such a damned pansy, but he couldn’t help it.

He didn’t hear the door open or any footsteps when a hand was placed on his shoulder. Johnny jerked upwards, eyes huge, but then realized it was just Sodapop.

“Hey, buddy,” came Sodapop’s soft voice, his hand rubbing Johnny’s shoulder through his thick jacket. “Easy now, breath with me.”

Johnny felt Sodapop slide in next to him, wrapping both arms tight around Johnny’s much smaller frame, pulling his friend in close to his chest. Johnny burrowed his face into Sodapop’s shirt, as though it would give him some sort of anonymity while he tried to calm himself down. Tears soaked into the dark fabric.

“I-I usually don’t re… usually don’t react like this.” Johnny cried softly, getting a good hold on his breathing, which was good as he was alrighty starting to get light-headed.

“Its okay, honey, nobody thinks any less of you. Darry’s probably beating himself up over this,” Sodapop reassured, rubbing Johnny’s back. “Buddy, I know something else is going on. You extra stressed? Had a bad day?”

Johnny gave a wobbly sigh, the tears finally slowing. He willed his voice to not waver, “Dad had today off,” was all he needed to say.

Sodapop sighed deeply, honey-colored brows furrowing. Johnny knew how much everyone in his patch-work family wanted to stick it to his biological parents, but he couldn’t let that happen.

“Are you hurt at all?” Sodapop asked after a moment of composing himself. “We have plenty of ice, what, with all the fights our idiots like getting into,” Sodapop smirked and ruffled Johnny’s fluffy hair.

“Golly, Sodapop, y’all don’t have to do that.” Johnny wiped his eyes with his sleeve, face still flushed from crying.

“Don’t you worry about it, little buddy,” Sodapop said, “I do wish you would tell me when the bastard’s hurt you,” Sodapop pulled Johnny closer to him, “You don’t have to make an announcement or nothin’, like when one of the jackasses gets into a fight, just come to me or Darry or anybody else you feel safe with.”

Johnny thought about that. He was used to having to heal his wounds in private, as he hated the whole deal everybody would make out of it when he came in with a black-eye or bruises on his arm.

“Thank you,” Johnny finally said, then with a still-shaky hand, tugged back a tuft of curly black hair to show the swelling bruise at the corner of his forehead. “I got pushed over, hit my head on the corner of the counter,” he said. This, as bad as it was, was on the more mild side of the things Johnny had endured.

Sodapop cringed, his warm brown eyes glowing with sadness. “Oh Johnnycakes,” he reached out and gently touched his friend’s cheek. Johnny did not flinch away. “Let’s get some ice on that.”

Johnny nodded, a pang of guilt hitting him. Sodapop was clearly troubled by this, Johnny should not be finding joy in his friend’s reaction to his pain.

“Hey, did dinner just get left on the stove?” he asked, remembering that he’d dropped everything to run outside.

Sodapop shook his head, seeming to cheer up a little. “Nup, Ponyboy and Steve-o are on it.”

Johnny blanched. “We better hurry back then…” Sodapop seemed to agree.

Upon entering the house, Johnny was greeted by loud arguing coming from the kitchen, (Of course, he’d expected no less) and the faint hissing of the shower in the background.

“Put the goddamn ladle down, this shit ain’t done!” Steve barked at Ponyboy, who was trying to taste the steaming cauldron on the stove.

“I’m trying to see what we need to add.” Ponyboy defended himself, pulling out a scoop of the thick liquid and taking a slurp without even blowing on it. He nearly dropped the ladle and yelped, running to the sink to run his tongue under cool water while Steve guffawed.

“What's it need, mr. Chef sir?” Steve teased organizing the spices on the countertop.

“It probably needs to cool, given Horseboy’s caterwauling.” Johnny chided, trotting into the kitchen, he was well aware that his face was probably still red from crying.

Steve turned to Johnny with surprise, then cracked one of his gap-toothed grins. “Hey, little chiefs feelin’ better,” he said, setting the cinnamon down to screw up Johnny’s hair.

Ponyboy tried to say something from the sink, but it was muffled by the sound of running water. Johnny smiled at him, “Yeah, I’m doing better now. Move over, I gotta help you guys.”

Sodapop cleared his throat from the couch, reminding Johnny that he still needed to get the ice. Johnny nodded to him. “I’ll do it after I’m done with this disaster.”

Darry turned off the water, feeling the cold chill of the surrounding air hit him fast as he was no longer being pelted with steaming hot water.

He toweled off and headed to his bedroom to get dressed, but not before stopping to listen by the door; He counted two voices. It sounded like Steve and Ponyboy were trying to cook. That thought horrified him and he had to resist the urge to run out in nothing but a towel to make sure they didn’t burn the house down. But when Johnny’s voice joined them, he knew the crisis had been averted.

Oh.

For a moment he’d nearly forgotten what had recently transpired. He knew he technically should follow Sodapop’s advice and get some sleep before trying to fix his mess, but there's no way he could sleep with this weighing on his mind.

As he got dressed, he kept listening. Johnny’s voice was… normal. It didn’t sound too wet or too upset, that forcefully cheery attitude from earlier was completely gone. He sounded fine.

Darry thought about that. Johnny would force a smile and his voice would rise in pitch sometimes during times of conflict. But only ever during an infight in the gang. It was strange because he clearly wasn’t like that all the time, but then it hit Darry; that was his way of diffusing situations.

That only made him feel more guilty. Johnny was trying to fix the situation, and he’d gone and yelled at him. Darry wanted to hide but knew that wasn’t the right thing to do. He was going to make this right.

He finished buttoning up his new shirt and stepped out into the living area.

Upon stepping outside, he saw that Steve and Ponyboy were sitting on the couch with the TV playing, but they were arguing with Johnny and Sodapop, who were both in the kitchen fixing dinner.

“I’m perfectly capable! I ain’t the one here who pressed my whole hand on the stove!” Steve shouted at Sodapop, who was pointing a wooden spoon at him.

“That was ONCE when I was SIX, Steven Lucas Randle!” Sodapop bit back, ouch, full name, never good.

“He’s done more stupid stuff if you want examples.” Ponyboy piped up from where he was curled up in the corner of the couch.

“See, Baby Horse agrees with me,” Steve said one of the rare times he’d side with the kid.

“What the hell did I walk into?” Darry groaned light-heartedly from the hallway.

There was a moment of tense silence where everybody turned to look at him. Though it only lasted a heartbeat, Darry still felt as though he could cut the tension with a knife.

“Civil war.” Said Johnny from the kitchen, finally. “We banished them for their foolishness and now they’re trying to reclaim their territory.” with that, the tension in the room eased.

Darry let out the breath he didn’t notice he was holding. “Hey Johnnycakes, how are you feeling?”

Johnny set the ladle back in the soup and trotted over to Darry, nobody said a word as the two looked at each other.

“I’m better.” Johnny looked a little nervous, tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear. “Just…” He took a deep breath. “Had a bad day, so I overreacted.”

“Oh, Johnny, I was the one who overreacted,” Darry said softly, reaching out to Johnny to touch his shoulder, but staying his hand before he could out of fear the boy would flinch from his touch. “I’m so sorry.”

Johnny sighed, looking away. Darry could almost see the way his heartbeat in his chest. But then, he crossed the gap between them and pushed his forehead against Darry’s chest, wrapping his thin arms around the man.

Darry froze instantly, he was not expecting this at all. Before he could hesitate anymore, he wrapped Johnny up in his arms.

“I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.” He kept whispering, feeling as though he would cry. Fuck, he couldn’t cry right here in front of everybody. In truth, Darry felt like he’d failed Johnny. He’d promised him over and over again that he’d keep him safe, then he’d gone and acted like the very person putting Johnny in danger.

He remembered Ponyboy’s face when he struck him that night and the misery that had come with knowing that he, his brother’s GUARDIAN for fucks sake, had just turned on him.

“I’ll do better,” Darry vowed into Johnny’s ear, voice soft and cracking with tears. “I promise.”

Johnny sighed shakily, pressing back. “I know, I’m not afraid of you I promise. You can act big n’ tough but you don’t scare me.”

Darry chuckled a little bit, only letting go when Johnny did. With that, the tension in the room was absolved.

“Hey teddy bear, dinners ready,” Sodapop called from the kitchen, and Darry sighed, feeling a weight lifted from his chest.

“Be right there to help, Pepsi-cola.”

#the outsiders #ollie writes #my writing #darry curtis #darrel curtis #johnny cade #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #steve randle

[leverage-ot3]

notable moments from The Homecoming Job

leverage 1.02

Dr. LeRoque: Pardon me, Mr. uh?

Nate: Oh, uh, Nathan Ford. You’re Dr. LeRoque?

Dr. LeRoque: Can I talk to you outside?

Perry: Doc, he’s cool, I found him on the internet.

Dr. LeRoque: Yes, that never goes badly. (to Nate) With me.

Nate: Uh… I’ll be in touch.

(Perry hands him the flash drive and Nate follows the doctor out of the room)

okay but big mood “I found him on the Internet” “that never goes badly”

but also,,, bruh we NEED to know how their clients found them,,, like ??? H O W

- - - - -

Dr. LeRoque: You can’t just come in here and get his hopes up!

Nate: I’m just here to provide options.

Dr. LeRoque: There are no options.

Nate: The Veteran’s hospital …

Dr. LeRoque: Is 400 miles away and has a five month waiting list. Everybody in that rehab room is a reservist. When reservists get out they get sent home no matter where home is or how far it is from the treatment they need. Nobody thought this through. We’re not a rich hospital, I cashed in every favor I had to take care of these kids for as long as I could but I have to go back in there and tell Perry we can’t treat him anymore. I have to do that. Run your scam on somebody with money.

Nate: It’s not a scam. I’m here to help.

Dr. LeRoque: People don’t just show up to help. That’s not the way the world works.

leverage really called out the us government’s negligence and neglect for veterans in episode TWO and we stan them so hard for it

leverage said “go big or go home” from the VERY beginning

- - - - -

[Audition Room]

Sophie: Why? Why? I can’t live like this anymore. With the lies and the filth. No. Help me. I want to be clean. I want to be clean.

(two directors watching are overwhelmed by just how awful Sophie is)

Rogers: Yeah, you understand this is a soap commercial, right?

Sophie: Uh huh. When I thought about Peggy I came up with this idea that the dirt was really this giant metaphor, for sin.

(Sophie’s cell rings, she glances at her purse)

Rogers: You should take that. No, no you should take that.

Sophie: Oh. (answers phone) Hello? When? (hangs up) Peggy killed her first husband.

Rogers: Thank you

I literally scream every time I LOVE SOPHIE S O MUCH WHAT THE FUCK

- - - - -

[Parking Lot]

(one man is laying on the hood of a car and another falls on top of him. Eliot turns away from the car as the last man pulls a gun on him. They stare at each other for a moment, then a phone rings)

Eliot: That you or me?

(man seems unsure as the phone continues to ring)

Eliot: Could be important. Does your mama have your number?

(man looks down and Eliot grabs the gun, punching the man in the neck. The man goes down, choking. Eliot unloads the gun and tosses it away before pulling out his phone and answering it)

Eliot: Yeah? Nothing, why?

“nothing”? I’m-

- - - - -

(guard walks by a painting hanging in a museum gallery. He looks away for a moment, and when he looks back a rope is dangling where the painting had been. A cell phone rings)

Parker: Parker. Shh. No, I wasn’t shushing you.

I love her, your honor

- - - - -

(Parker, Eliot and Sophie come around the corner and head down the hall)

Parker: From the first job?

Eliot: Yeah.

Parker: I put all that money in a Swiss bank account.

Eliot: Millions of dollars and you didn’t buy anything?

Parker: I don’t like stuff, I like money.

Sophie: I bought a little retirement home, an island.

Eliot: Nice.

Sophie: In Dubai. And Tokyo.

Parker: What about you?

(they reach the door which has a small envelope with Sophie’s name written on it. Sophie takes it off the door and opens it)

Eliot: Yeah, I’m not about to tell two known thieves what I did with a multi-million dollar payout.

Sophie: Don’t you trust us?

(Eliot doesn’t answer.)

- - - - -

Hardison: This is our new cover story. Welcome to Leverage Consulting and Associates, founded in 1913 by the great Harland Leverage the Third.

(Hardison points to a painting on the wall of an older man that greatly resembles Nate)

Sophie: I’m sorry. Nate is going to kill you.

Eliot: Did you paint that?

Hardison: I’m gifted.

Eliot: That’s weird

HARLAND LEVERAGE THE THIRD

- - - - -

Hardison: Now Leverage Consulting Inc. is squeaky clean, all corporate taxes on record as being paid for the last ninety years. (He gives them each a cell and a folder) All your identities as partners, your payroll taxes are paid, you guys have pension plans and dental, those are employment records, case files and company newsletters.

(the group walks the halls of the Leverage offices as they discuss the files)

Parker: In 1998 I won the sack race at the 4th of July picnic. Cool.

Hardison: Now these, these are your offices. Now you can bring something like a photo, you know what, a plant! I’m a big supporter of dandelions.

hardison goes hardcore when coming up with backstories

- - - - -

(Hardison opens doors to a conference room that holds a long table with many chairs around it. One wall is dedicated to large TV screens)

Sophie: Nice.

Eliot: My man.

Hardison: Long version or the short version?

Sophie: Short.

Eliot: Short version.

Parker: Shortest.

(Hardison hits a remote the TV screens illustrate his explanation)

Hardison: Photo and video forensics programs, back doors into every electronic banking system in the world, running heuristic data crawls all over the news sites to find our clients, oh also!

Parker: This is the short version?

Hardison: Facial recognition database tied into CIA, NSA and the FBI. But, the real pièce de résistance (changes screens to sports games) DirectTV HD Total Sports Package. NFL, NBA and I threw in a little bit of hockey ‘cause I know you people like that.

Eliot: Hockey.

hardison nests SO HARD

like, bring in all the highest tech into your cozy new office you designed for you and your fellow adopted criminals? heck yeah

- - - - -

Nate: Our client is the cameraman. Corporal Robert Perry. He says that the Castleman contractors spooked and started firing.

Eliot: 5.56 NATO rounds mixed in with some 9 mils from the sub-machine guns. Insurgents would have used AK-47s with 7.62 ammo. It has more of a... (hits the back of his hand to his palm) crack. Contractors shot 'em up all right.

Parker: You ID’d the weapon from the gunshot sound?

Eliot: It has a very distinctive sound

D I S T I N C T I V E

- - - - -

Nate: Yes, and lobbyists in every office in Washington, DC. The problem with a cover-up is all the paperwork it takes to keep the lies straight.

Hardison: Internal emails, memos.

Nate: Exactly.

- - - - -

[Roof]

[Hardison and Parker are wearing black and connected to repelling gear)

Hardison: I gotta go back to the office I just remembered something.

Parker (adjusting Hardison’s harness): What?

Hardison: I just remembered gravity and the squishiness of all my manly bits.

Parker: I designed this rig myself. The line is carbon fiber. Five point harness. Weight support here, here, and here. Auto-breaking resistance on the main pulley back here.

Hardison: Okay cool, so it’s tested?

Parker: Not yet.

Hardison: Not yet? When the hell was you gonna test it?

(Parker pushes Hardison off the roof. She smiles, he screams)

Parker: Big baby.

(she jumps after him. Hardison screams until he stops upside down. Parker lowers herself to his side)

Hardison: Seriously? Seriously

hardison’s first time rappelling decidedly Did Not Go Well

- - - - -

Sophie: My company’s focused on meeting senators, but I’m thinking congressmen.

DuFort: You know the great thing about congressmen? Fifty, a hundred grand well spent will get one elected, but then once they’re in the incumbency rate is over 95 percent so you can get an average 18, 20 years’ use out of one of them. In these uncertain times buying a United States congressman is one of the best investments a corporation can make.

[DuFort’s Office]

Hardison: Oh I just threw up in my mouth a little bit. I’m a professional criminal and I find that disturbing

they’re going at america’s THROAT in this one and I love it. thank you john rogers

- - - - -

(while DuFort is distracted Sophie pulls out his wallet and removes the RFID card with her teeth. DuFort takes off his coat to look at the stain)

I am but a simple gay and this was Hot™

- - - - -

the phones hardison gave the team have six main buttons: internet, text, files, to-do, id scan, and mail

- - - - -

Nate: Parker, what’s the status of the voicelock?

[DuFort’s Office]

Parker: Uh, I’ve been sampling DuFort’s speech but I still need a few more sounds.

[Private Party]

Nate: How many?

[DuFort’s Office]

Parker: Well I only need the sounds puh, tuh, oo, ah, eh, oh, ah, ke, a, ef.

[Private Party]

Nate: Ah, only those. Eliot.

(Eliot walks by carrying two trays of appetizers)

Eliot: I’m on it. Pardon. (approaches Sophie and DuFort) Hello.

Sophie: Ooh. Mmm.

Eliot: (to DuFort) Appetizer, sir?

DuFort: Sure, what do you got?

Eliot: I’ve got the pâté d’escargot avec bière d'Argentine and (looks at second tray and grimaces) what looks like old duck, kind of greasy.

DuFort: I guess I’ll have the first one.

Eliot: Of course.

(Eliot offers him the second tray and Dufort looks at him expectantly)

DuFort: Well? May I have some?

Eliot: The greasy duck?

Sophie: Oh, no, no, no, I wouldn’t have the greasy duck.

Eliot: No I wouldn’t suggest it.

DuFort: No, the other one.

(Eliot pretends confusion)

DuFort: The the pâté d’escargot with the bière d'Argentine!

Eliot: Excellent choice sir (gives DuFort the first tray).

DuFort: (takes food) Who is this clown?

[DuFort’s Office]

Parker: Pretty good. Got most of them. Okay, now all I need is ef, uh and kuh.

[Private Party]

(DuFort spits out the appetizer he has taken)

DuFort: This is shrimp!

Eliot: Very good then. (walks away)

DuFort: It’s shrimp you stupid F----!

[DuFort’s Office]

Parker: Oh, there they are. Really loud too

parker being so competent and knowledgeable about voice activation codes? amazing. iconic.

and the whole scene with eliot and the food? hilarious.

also there already another meta post about this but this scene shows just how SMART eliot is,,, like coming up with that on spot??? don’t get me wrong, hardison is “the smartest man [any of them know]” but damn

- - - - -

continuing list of non-weapon objects eliot uses as weapons:

an IV stand

+ bonus

nate: the defibrillator/AED

- - - - -

Perry: Mr. Ford!

(Perry pushes a defibrillator towards Nate, who grabs the paddles. The first man runs toward Eliot with a knife, but Eliot grabs his arm and pushes him toward Nate)

Nate: Hello.

(Nate hits the man in the chest with the defibrillator paddles and he flies backward, unconscious)

eliot looking Impressed™ at nate for that

- - - - -

Eliot: Play time’s over Nate, it’s only a matter of time before they come after us. The tall one, the way he used a knife, ex-Marine, probably Force Recon.

Hardison: You ID’d a guy off his knife-fighting style?

Eliot: It’s a very distinctive style.

two distinctives in one episode

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Hardison: I didn’t sign up for any of this. What I did before, nobody got hurt.

Sophie: I stole paintings for a living.

Parker: I never hurt anybody.

Eliot: I actually hurt people, so…

LMFAO eliot but also- notice that sophie never said that she never hurt people, she just said she stole paintings for a living

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Sophie: Nate, if anything had happened to this kid--

Nate: You know you guys called on me. You remember? You begged me to run the crew, agreed to play by my rules. Now walk out if you have a problem with that. Walk out any day if you have a problem with that. It’s simple.

(everyone looks hesitant)

Eliot: We finish this one.

Parker: Just one

PSH like any of y’all believe that

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Hardison: How do we hit ‘em?

Sophie: Congressman Jenkins, he’s our in. Looked me straight in the eye and told me he’d never even heard of the shooting.

Parker: So?

Sophie: Looked me in the eye? When men are telling me the truth they’re not looking me in the eye. A man only ever looks a woman in the eye when he’s making the effort to lie to her.

Eliot: ...Well you can’t argue with that.

Hardison: Noted and filed

LMFAO

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Nate: All right, Jenkins is DuFort’s pet congressman, let’s see if we can get him to bite. The best way to get two people to reveal a secret, get ‘em to turn on each other.

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Sophie: You should look out for the signs congressman. Missed phone calls, no more little favors.

Jenkins: Those are the same signs that your wife is cheating on you.

Sophie: That’s right.

Jenkins: What am I supposed to do when that happens?

Sophie (hands him her card): Play the field

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Hardison: Congressman Jenkins is very careful. No direct bribes but he’s renovating his house and so far he’s received over $600,000 worth of work for a little over fifty grand.

(Hardison brings up pictures of Jenkins’ house on the screens)

Eliot: Castleman owns the contracting company, huh?

Hardison: I mean, he’s going through like three shell companies but yeah. And this man loves his house. Just check out his web browsing habits.

(Hardison changes the image to a website for wood panels)

Hardison: Look here, see the man spent three weeks picking out the perfect mahogany wood panels. This site is like wood porn.

Eliot: Is his house finished?

Hardison: Not even close.

Eliot: Can I borrow your phone?

Hardison takes out his phone, dials for Eliot and hands it to him.

Eliot (on phone): Hello? Yes, I’d like to cancel delivery on some mahogany wood paneling. Please.

(Hardison tries to help, Eliot walks away)

Eliot: The Jenkins house. Yeah, you know what, do me a favor man, just go ahead and cancel the whole order. Yes sir.

(Eliot leaves the room as Nate enters with a bowl of popcorn and two beers)

Nate: What’s he doing?

Hardison: Yanking the congressman’s chain

I love chaotic (pre)boyfriends

plus at one point it high hey looked like they were holding hands

and eliot’s SMILE at hardison ,,, you soft man, you never stood a chance

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Hardison: A woo--whoa, whoa! A wood-- a wooden box?

Nate: A wooden box.

Hardison: Wood? Well, we can put a man on the moon but all our laws go into a wooden box.

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Hardison: I mean, break a law, everybody’s done that, my mama’s done that but steal a law. Oh, she’s gonna be a legend baby.

(on screen, C-SPAN news shows the Senate floor where Parker is walking to “The Hopper”. She waves at the camera and puts the fake bill into box.

Parker: The eagle has landed.

Nate: It’s in!

Hardison: Uhn! Go ahead girl! Sexyness! Unh. Rrrnnn.

Nate: Might want to ease up on that a little bit.

Hardison: Just saying.

Nate: Yeah.

Hardison: Between me and you. Between me and you.

Nate: Never leaves the room.

adorable “the eagle has landed” parker + already-gone-for-her hardison ,,, I love it here

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(also, again I am reminded that there is a 250 text block limit so imma have to make a part two and apparently this is my life now)

#leverage #leverage 1.02 #leverage 1x02 #the homecoming job #notable moments #mine #leverage season 1 #season 1