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20 questions for fic writers
tagged by @thecasualauthor18 ; thank you!
1. How many works do you have on ao3?
it looks like i've got 77 right now
2. What's your total AO3 word count?
180,976
3. What fandoms do you write for?
most of it is marvel and star wars, have a modest collection for the peacemaker tv series, and then side trips into other things!
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
this might be all i ever wanted (all i ever wanted to happen to me) — 226 kudos
whatever happens (happens to the both of us) — 172 kudos
we've come a long, long way together — 171 kudos
why don't you close your eyes and reinvent me — 170 kudos
feeling's running straight to my bones — 132 kudos
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
i really need to get better about this, because i have been slacking bad lol; i love each and every one and appreciate them so, so much, but i get flustered and then i forget to reply and i'm a hot mess ghfdjks
6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
i think i tend to favor open/ambiguous endings, more than outright angsty ones? probably almost paradise, though; the one time i acknowledged mcu gamora died and she was still dead at the end of this, so that was depressing by my standards. also my two canon compliant rogue one fics because i mean... gestures to what canon compliant means.
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
obviously that time rick astley saved the world in that fic of mine from 2009.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
shoutout to that one weirdo who left me anon hate over... checks notes... carol danvers and jessica drew kissing. i even had to report that to ao3 because it was legit harassment, and for what.
9. Do you write smut. If so, what kind?
i did a calculation recently and like 2/3 of the fics i've published in the past two years have been smut. oops.
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
i do love inventing ships out of nothing and making you all see my vision — so while a lot of what i've published on that front has been confined to comic characters who've never interacted before, i do have more in my head.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
not that i'm aware of......
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
yes! anything that's worth my love (is worth the fight) was translated into chinese, and that's still, like, the neatest thing that's ever happened to me.
13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?
i've played around with sharing universes with friends and swapping ideas! and a couple of co-written series we dabbled in.
14. What's your all-time favorite ship?
honestly? yeah, it's rebelcaptain. straight up. what you've all witnessed this year is the culmination of 1) my pandemic character arc of having zero shame of what i fling to my ao3 account anymore, and 2) that particular pandora's box getting reopened thanks to andor getting released at the end of last year because being insane about them has lived in me like a sleeper agent since 2016.
15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
ugh unfortunately the marvel cosmic star wars au will probably never get done
16. What are your writing strengths?
getting into character's heads and having the reader experience their emotions, maybe? idk maybe tension between characters, sexual or otherwise? maybe smut? maybe humor?
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
i hate titles so much. hate hate HATE. song lyrics are my life hack for that.
also what is a plot
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
if i don't know the language, i'm not confident i'm going to get it right, so i usually just take the comics approach of < words go here > if this ever comes up.
19. First Fandom you wrote for?
i wrote some unhinged star wars prequels (specifically anidala) fics in high school, and i also started writing unhinged matrix fics around that time. no, none of you will see any of those.
20. Favorite fic you've ever written?
keep whatever it is (that's compelling you on) — because it's the culmination of a story that had lived in my head for years but i didn't think i was skilled enough to carry out, so i was proud i finally wrote it
Going On An Adventure 🧜♂️ by peaceluvr69 — is my comedic magnum opus tbh and i made myself laugh stupid the entire time i was writing it, so that has to count for something
here's hoping we collide — i really do genuinely love how this story turned out 🥹 to the point that i actually keep thinking about making a branch universe off of this to give that jyn and that cassian from five years prior to rogue one more chances to know each other and also be... prickly little assholes in a funny way, because they're funny. i imagine the hell they'd raise together and it warms my heart.
tagging (no pressure!): @quarantineddreamer ; @frostbitepandaaaaa ; @sgtjamesrogers ; @ezracomehome ; @luciechat ; @rebelrainfall
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@ailesswhumptober day 17: hypothermia / heat stroke / "you look a little pale"
[happy tuesday the 17th! here's a bit of shawn's pov as he cracks the case, and the aftermath of his second worst day at camp tikihama]
wind whips the bare trees around the cabin. lightning flashes through the window, casting lopsided shadows into the room, as thunder crashes loudly, covering the sound of the creaking branches.
"come on, shawn, what's taking you so long?" gus calls from the main room, but shawn's focus is elsewhere. there's a pale figure floating in the lake, even though jason's game is over.
everyone rushes to retrieve the janitor's body. he's dead, dead, unlike annie, and of course they're all cut off from outside help. it's fine, everything's fine - shawn's a psychic, after all, and jules is the best cop this side of anywhere, so they've got nothing to worry about, besides, the fridge is stocked full of snacks, and it's not like the corpse is going anywhere. all they have to do is ride out the storm.
as exciting as billy's game of strip cribbage promises to be, shawn's much more interested in erwen's cold body. the marks on his neck are familiar, but when jules asks him about it, he plays the 'not getting a strong enough vibe' card. when they return from the porch, billy's lost most of his cards along with his clothes, but shawn can't afford any more distractions, not if he's gonna find the real killer.
he figures out it's clive a moment too late and mentally kicks himself; billy went to check on the breaker, annie probably (definitely) isn't okay anymore, and clive is missing.
"i don't know why, but he did, and i'm going after him." shawn leaves gus in charge of keeping jason and sissy safe, and runs to the laundry cabin while jules runs to annie's.
he's too late, again, and it starts to rain as gus fights with clive in the abandoned pool. he falls, and shawn's feet dash across the concrete before he realizes he's moved off the grass.
the pool is mostly empty, but there's enough water to make the sparks flying an actual concern, and gus can't die, he can't, especially not after doing this all as payback for his jumpscares over the years.
"you're okay! you're okay!" shawn frantically yells as he rushes to the fallen body. "you're okay, you're okay, you're okay," he chants, closer to a question than a reassuring statement, but gus has to be okay.
gus has to be okay, but it's not gus's body in shawn's shivering hands. it's clive, and gus is nowhere in sight. on one hand, shawn's extremely relieved, but on the other, he's now facing a man with a grudge and the cold is preventing him from thinking clearly.
rain barrels down as gus tosses shawn a pool skimmer - "a pool skimmer, really?!" - to combat clive's blade. shawn does the only thing he can do as he defends himself, only slightly aware that he's babbling about a damn rick astley piñata, and the next thing he knows, gus is hurling pool noodles at clive's back.
shawn's disoriented, but he knows enough of the situation to know that gus should not be here. gus is too important, too kind and smart and foolish to die in such a stupid way. jules rushes in to the scene, because of course she does; she's brave and selfless and she has a gun and -
"- you have to take the shot!" shawn yells over the storm and clive's ranting. he closes his eyes, and the last thing he hears before his world turns black is the crack of the gunshot.
when he opens his eyes again, jason is sitting beside him on the couch, panting heavily. gus is muttering something to himself as he walks in circles around the kitchen, and sissy is calling for an ambulance.
on the opposite couch, annie sits on billy's lap while erwen rests beside them, his feet up on the coffee table. the water must have stopped his heart for a while, that's all, and shawn's eyes must have been playing tricks on him when he saw billy's body splayed out next to the circuit breaker.
"did we get 'im?" he asks, shuddering as rain drips from his hair to his chest.
"shawn! you're awake!" gus exclaims.
"i'm dis-com-bob'lated," shawn slurs, "not 'wake. did we get 'im?"
"yeah, shawn, we got him. juliet's handcuffed him outside; she's radioing in for backup."
"oh. tha's good."
"i'm sorry i ditched you, and made a piñata with jason cunningham," gus blurts out. "we wouldn't be in this mess - "
"nah," shawn shakes his head. the movement causes him to shake, and the room is suddenly way too cold. why does jason get to have all of the blankets? he's too cold to talk, but gus has known shawn their whole lives, and they can practically read each others' minds.
"hang on. i'll get you some blankets, and some hot cocoa."
"w'th mini 'shmellows?"
"don't push your luck, spencer," gus calls from the hallway, but there's no malice in his voice.
"love you, too," shawn mumbles, smiling a bit as he close his eyes again. he's safe, gus is safe, and that's all that matters.
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Constellations Ch. 2
(Yes it finally has a title. Yes this is ending up multi chaptered. Yes there’s another part I’m writing. Yes I already have an outline for a vague plot....Yes I’m still blaming @ladylynse for this XD)
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Danny was very much unprepared and underdressed for the time when some wizards fell out of his fireplace.
He paused in the doorway, spoon still in his mouth and cheeks full of cereal, as his brother stood up and brushed the soot off him with a displeased nose scrunch.
Danny swallowed. "And you couldn't just use the door?"
Honestly they're lucky his parents had left to chase down the Box Ghost earlier. Otherwise they'd be covered in a lot more than soot and ash.
Danny couldn't help the snort that escaped at the mental picture of Draco covered in ectoplasm and boiling in rage.
Draco narrowed his eyes, seeming to pick up that Danny was making fun of him. "Using the Floo was quicker."
"....quicker than walking through the door."
"It's a wizard thing you wouldn't understand." Draco snapped back, his go to response whenever he couldn't argue against Danny's logic at the moment.
"Uh huh. Anyways what are you doing here?" Danny asked, "You aren't supposed to be here for another two weeks."
Which was time previously planned for Draco to prepare for his summer in America while Danny finished school. Spend the two weeks after Hogwarts let out recuperating and making public appearances with his parents, then spend the rest of the summer with the Fentons.
Actually now that Danny was looking, it seemed Draco had come straight from school. His hair was lacking half its gel, he was still wearing his green tie, and his robes were a very boring black as opposed to the various greys and blues he flaunted around in the previous summer.
“Denebola, pleasure to finally make your acquaintance.” Drawled the man standing behind Draco.
“Hello creepy man that I have never met before,” Danny said, echoing his tone.
Draco choked on air as the discount Kylo Ren sneered at him.
“This is Professor Snape Danny.” A familiar please-don’t-say-anything-that-will-get-us-in-trouble tone coloring Draco’s words. “My godfather.”
Oh the potion guy. Danny remembers Draco talking about him now. He was friends with Draco’s parents, which didn’t really impress Danny that much as all of the Malfoy’s friends seemed to be really rich snobs or really racist. Mostly both.
But he was Draco’s godfather, the reason he got into potions, his favorite professor and someone Draco would willingly go to get advice from. So, Danny decided to reserve judgement till he met him. Well….he met him.
Danny looked Draco dead in the eyes, “My apologies.”
Draco closed his eyes in mortification, which made Danny grin internally. They were really getting the hang of the whole ‘speaking without talking to each other twin thing’.
Professor Snape just scowled at him. “Where are the….muggles?" Disdain dripped off his words, instantly making Danny defensive. He had heard enough at Malfoy Manor about disgraceful, savage muggles from Lucius. Even Draco had echoed his father till Danny dragged him kicking and screaming into being a slightly decent person.
"My parents," Danny said, stressing the word, "Are working right now."
Okay maybe they were just being their usual trigger happy selves and running after Boxy, but there was no way he was telling Professor Snape that without it leading to an hour long discussion about ghosts. And Danny did not have time for that. He shoved a giant spoonful of cereal in his mouth as he met Professor Snape's eyes and-huh.
Draco never told Danny his godfather could read minds. He could feel the light brushes of a foreign mind attempting to gleam information from his surface thoughts. Danny didn't know if it was his wizard ancestry or halfa weirdness that made him sensitive to this kind of stuff. Either way, it was useful in keeping his secrets in his head from privacy invading school teachers.
Danny glowered at Snape and immediately thought of Rick Astley's Never Gonna Give You Up music video.
The two of them stared at each other for a minute, making Draco more and more anxious as no one said anything.
Finally Snape broke contact, "Where should his things go?"
Danny tried very hard not to smirk after winning that staring contest, "You can just leave them here, we'll get them later."
With one last displeased sneer, Snape turned to Draco. "I'm needed back at Hogwarts. I trust you are in good hands."
Draco nodded, still looking tense and anxious as hell.
Snape walked back to the fireplace. He paused next to Draco, "Take care of yourself Draco."
Draco softened under his glare, "I will Professor. Thank you."
Snape nodded and shot one more glare at Danny, who still had Rick Astley echoing in his head, before vanishing into the fireplace in a swirl of green fire.
Draco turned back to Danny and said, "You stress me out."
Danny snorted before walking back into the kitchen to put his bowl in the sink. Draco followed after him, looking at all the kitchen appliances with a barely hidden curious look.
"Something else we have in common."
"What are you wearing?" He asked with a nose scrunched in displeasure.
Danny shot him a look, "My pajamas, cause I just woke up. I haven't finished getting ready for school. You should probably change too."
"Why?"
Danny started for the stairs, Draco still following at his heels. "You can't wear robes to public school. I think you can fit in my jeans."
"What?!" Draco screeched, halting at the bottom of the stairs, "I'm not going to muggle school with you!"
"It's either that or stay here by yourself for hours." Danny said as he paused outside his room. Draco scrambled up after him. "Cause my parents won't be home for a couple more hours, after which you'll be alone with them till I get home."
Danny smirked at him, "My parents are going to be thrilled to see you, can you really handle their enthusiasm all by yourself?"
Draco could barely stand Danny showing various forms of physical affection, as proven last summer when Danny would throw an arm around Draco's shoulders and almost get hexed. And Ancients forbid Danny try to hug him. Draco might actually lose the wand and just punch him. Danny had spent most of their correspondence over the school year prepping Draco for the Fenton welcome wagon so he wouldn't hiss like a cat when he gets hugged. Okay, and maybe Danny just wanted to see his overdramatic brother's face as he is subjected to his parent's bear hugs.
Draco scowled at him, "Fine. But I'm not wearing any jeans."
Draco stomped into Danny's room and slammed the door in his face. He heard the lock click as it was shut.
"Hey! I still gotta get dressed!" Danny banged on the door, "C'mon Drake it's still my room!"
Danny groaned before walking over to the bathroom. He phased through the wall and landed on the fire escape. It took a few minutes, but he eventually maneuvered to his window and slipped in.
Draco had dug into Danny's closet and pulled out the most dressy tux Danny owned and was in the middle of putting it on.
"You are not wearing that."
Draco scowled at him, "It’s bad enough I'm lowering myself by going with you-”
“Lowering yourself?”
“-But,” he said loudly, “I absolutely refuse to wear common muggle wear. If I’m going to this school, I will not look anything less than my absolute best.”
Danny stared at him. “Drake you will be thrown into the dumpster if you wear that to my school. Let me just-”
Danny jumped on him, trying to remove the suit jacket from a struggling Draco. Draco shouted and tried to twist away, only for Danny to pull it over his head. Once Draco was out of sight, and swearing loudly at him, Danny subtly used his intangibility to yank it off him. And if he happened to remove all of Draco’s hair gel that he used to keep his hair slicked back….well, that would have gotten him thrown in a dumpster as well.
Danny tried not to laugh as Draco glared at him, his hair fluffed up and looking vaguely like an angry kitten.
"Do you know how long it takes me to fix my hair? I have to completely redo it now! And how'd you get that off me?" He pointed at the jacket Danny was throwing back in his closet.
Danny grinned at him, "Magic."
Draco gave him a flat look.
"Anyway we've got to go, otherwise I'm gonna be late again, and get detention again, and you'll be forced to either walk home by yourself or stay at school with me."
Somehow Danny had managed to get dressed and drag Draco out the door with him, texting Sam and Tucker his plans to walk so they could meet up on the way.
"What is that?" Draco leaned over to squint at the phone in Danny's hand.
"My phone. I told you about it last summer."
Draco hummed, "I thought it was broken?"
"Yeah, cause your magic blew it up. My parents fixed it." Danny shoved his phone back in his pocket like Draco was about to blow it up again. "Now what happened?"
Draco shot him a glance, before letting his eyes flicker around them. "I did try to tell you muggle 'technology' and magic doesn't always go together."
"Drake, you know that's not what I mean." He said softly.
Draco was silent, his jaw clenched and his hands shaking before he shoved them in his pockets.
They walked in silence for a while.
"You'll get hurt."
Danny looked at him.
"I…." Draco sighed, "I've never…."
Danny waited silently for him to get the words out on his own, knowing that pushing him will only make him clam up.
"You aren't like us. And I don't mean that in any bad way!" He said quickly when he saw Danny's face. "But you know what my parents are like, and their friends are so much worse, and you're the first person I've ever had to worry about. I just want you to be safe."
Oh Ancients, that was a lot to unpack there.
Danny had known something had happened during school. The two of them spent the school year exchanging letters, both of them wanting to stay in contact. Danny would tell him about his school, and his parents' antics, and explain random muggle technology to get Draco prepared for his summer with the Fentons.
Meanwhile, Draco had complained at length about Potter and a tournament and Potter being insufferable about a tournament. There was a furious letter about being turned into a ferret and how Potter and his friends keep bringing it up. Draco sent him about three feet of parchment around Christmas just making fun of Potter at a dance and how horrible he was. There was a lot about some famous Quidditch guy and then a lot about Potter’s friend stealing the famous Quidditch guy.
Draco complained about Potter a lot, okay?
But Draco never sent him a letter about the tournament results or if Potter got eaten by a bog witch or whatever it was he was hoping for the last task. He just showed up, two weeks early and clearly shaken about whatever it was that happened.
That isn’t a good sign at all. And Danny had eavesdropped enough last summer to get a decent idea as to what was going on.
“This is….this is about him isn’t it?”
Draco flinched, which was enough answer for him. Danny let out a breath.
“We can-we can talk about this later. I care about you too Drake, and I know your family is neck deep in this mess.” Danny bumped his shoulder, “You’re safe here, that’s why Narcissa sent you here right?”
Draco leaned against his brother’s shoulder, eyes still flitting across the street and his jaw clenched. “Yeah. We’re safe here.”
#queen will write#dp twin au#harry potter#draco malfoy#danny phantom#danny fenton#crossover#constellations fic#oh boy here we go#....this is coming out a little angsty#hmmm....that was not supposed to happen#i know five-rivers is writing a fic too#but we seem to be going different directions with it#they're bringing danny to the wizarding world#i'm shoving malfoy at the muggle one#oh i haven't even got to the part where he actually goes to the school#*rubs my hands maniacally*#this is gonna be fun
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Duke Thomas VS The "Good Child" Stereotype Chapter 2
Next chapter for my Duke Thomas Big Bang fic is up!
(Once again, a hearty thank you to my betas @queerbutstillhereand @theycallme-ook)
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It was four am on a Friday morning, a week after Duke had decided he’d had enough of Bruce’s - and the other’s - incorrect opinion of him.
It was so early in the morning, that the main group of bats had been trickling back from patrol over the past hour or so. Stephanie and Cassandra had arrived first, followed by Jason ten minutes later. Then Tim had gotten back from his route with Harper, and Kate and Bette had stopped by for a bit (but eventually left for their own homes). Dick came home next, and Bruce had returned last with Damian.
Everyone was in varying states of winding down, with Stephanie at one end of the spectrum wearing silk pajamas, a fluffy robe which Duke was sixty-seven percent sure was Bruce’s, and bright pink bunny slippers Duke was positive were Dick’s. On the other side, Bruce hadn’t even pulled off his cowl, and was sitting down in front of the Batcomputer to work on a case.
Though Duke thought that Tim deserved his own category, dressed in a strange combination of disco track suit and kevlar body armor, and was hunched over three cans of energy drinks and a quart jug filled with espresso shots.
Duke leaned down to double check that his boots were laced up - one time he hadn’t, and had then proceeded to trip and fall into a garbage pile. Not. Fun.
He looked up, however, when Bruce clicked open a case file. So did everyone else, as if drawn by some invisible force.
They all clearly saw as Bruce hovered his mouse over a link which had been typed in sometime while the big bat had been away. The only hint to what it could be was the note reading “New Evidence.”
Bruce grunted in what for anyone else would be an exclamation of curiosity and went to click the link.
Which clearly went to YouTube.
In unison, all the bats’ eyes widened in realization. You see, in a family such as this one, pranks abounded. So they all had painstakingly memorized that series of letters and numbers.
They all knew what it meant.
Suddenly, the Batcave lit up with the dancing form of one Rick Astley. It was everywhere. On the several large monitors that made up the Batcomputer. The various screens spread across the caves. Everyone’s phones somehow were affected. As well as the X-Ray machine in the med bay, which was showing a skeleton dancing.
Bruce jumped up, rage full on his face. “Who did this? Make it stop!”
No one answered, all too frozen in shock at what had happened.
“Who…” Dick whispered from beside Jason, “Who would be that brave?”
“Yeah,” Jason whispered back, “Rick Rolls were banned at the 2015 family reunion after you played it two hundred and thirteen times in a row.”
Dick grinned, “those were good times.”
The two eldest boys began to bicker, Jason complaining that Rick Rolls were a part of the war crimes banned by the Geneva Convention, and Dick saying he “liked it: so there.”
Meanwhile, the song was reaching the chorus, and the other bats finally began to react. The three girls were dancing on top of exercise equipment, popping bottles of sparkling cider - or was that champagne? For their own sakes, they should hope it’s the former - they had pulled out of what seemed to be thin air.
Damian was in the corner, trying to get Titus to dance to the music - though he glanced around every so often to make sure that no one was noticing his moment of fun.
Tim was still nursing his collection of drinks like an alcoholic nursed a bottle.
Bruce was practically foaming at the mouth by that point.
“This is NOT FUNNY!”
That, of course, made everyone just start laughing harder. In the corner, Steph started to do the macarena completely off-tempo from the music. Cass seemed to be chugging the cider that Harper was pouring into her mouth.
Just then the holographic training simulations lit up, and Rick Astly began making his way across the cave, dancing all the way.
Bruce glared up at the semi transparent form of the singer, as if trying to force him into submission.
“T-pose to assert dominance!” Jason called, cupping his hands around his mouth.
“Yeah, that’ll totally work, B! Trust us!” Dick called as well.
Bruce took a moment to turn his head and glare at the two former Robins, who only smiled like the angels they clearly thought they were.
The image was not aided by the two giant stuffed swordfish just pulled from Jason’s utility belt.
“En guarde!” He cried, and tossed the one in his left hand at Damian, who had been trying to reassure his dog that the giant man wasn’t real.
The thirteen year old screeched, but caught the four foot long fish by its fin.
“This is animal abuse!” He cried.
“It’s not abuse if it’s dead!” Jason countered, and attacked the youngest bat with a passion.
As the duel progressed, Cassandra tried to raise her hand and gurgle out a bet on who would win, but began to choke on the liquid.
Harper cursed as she tossed away the sixth bottle of cider and tried to give Cass the heimlich maneuver.
Dick, meanwhile, pressed a button on one of the many consoles spread around the cave, and several stripper poles came out of hidden storage via hydraulics. He grabbed the nearest one, and began to dance.
“I THOUGHT I DISABLED THOSE?!” Bruce bellowed, as Dick began a twirl.
Stephanie, however, didn’t seem nearly as dismayed at the sight of the poles. She herself smacked a button next to her, and several disco balls dropped down from among the stalactites to join the fun. She then began to morph her macarena into an epic macarena. A few flips here, and a few pantomiming choking your enemies there. And a whole lot of randomly throwing glitter bombs at, well, everywhere.
But especially at the nearest authority figure.
Damian tripped over a bucket during his fight - apparently left over from Alfred’s earlier cleaning spree - and the soapy liquid spilled across the floor.
But, of course, them being the bats, Alfred didn’t use normal soap.
Huge bubbles began to farm from the liquid, the longest almost three feet in diameter, and rise up to the cave’s ceiling. The suds spread around, eagerly began to mingle with Stephanie’s glitter.
A solitary bubble, relatively small, floated over to Bruce’s head, and popped on one of his cowl’s ears. He was not amused.
*****
Five minutes later, everyone was lined up next to the Batcomputer with heads bowed in either shame or disappointment.
Bruce walked up and down the row, the perfect imitation of a drill sergeant. His glare matched as well.
“This is an outrageous breach of protocol,” he was saying, “the Batcomputer is not a toy, nor something to use for your own amusement. It is a serious tool-”
“Then why’s it called the Batcomputer?”
Bruce froze and whirled on Dick, who had chosen that inopportune moment to speak up.
“Because you were nine years old and saying no to you would have gotten me a meltdown.”
“It seems to me, Bossman,” Stephanie began, tenting her fingers in an attempt to act serious (the effect was strange combined with her bathrobe and slippers) “That you are perfectly happy to let Dick get away with things. But in this situation, with women present, you are strangely cold. This shows blatant sexism on your part and in this essay I will-”
“That’s enough, Stephanie.” Bruce cut off as a round of snorts and giggle erupted from the group of bats.
“You do realise that no one here is going to speak, right?” Jason asked, “You did teach us to resist torture. And - pardon my french, Alfred - but you are no fucking way close to the level of torture I’ve gone through. Namely waking up to Batcow sitting on top of me.”
“Are you commenting on her weight?” Damian demanded, glaring daggers at Jason.
“I said no such thing.”
“ Boys .” Bruce demanded, rubbing his temples. “Jason is right - not about Batcow’s weight - but I’m not going to get any of you to talk willingly.” He paused and made eye contact with every single bat present, trying to reach into their souls.
“Therefore,” he continued slowly, “I’m giving you one last chance. Otherwise: No one gets cookies from Alfred for two months. ”
The shock was immediate. Alfred’s cookies, of all kinds, were worth more than gold in the Manor. The ability to not have them? And for two months? Bruce truly was a cruel hearted tyrant if he was willing to go to such lengths.
Duke gulped.
“Fine, then.” Bruce said simply when no one answered. “I guess we’ll just have to check the security footage of the Cave.”
Why didn’t Bruce think of that earlier? He clearly wasn’t trying to give the kids an easy way out.
Bruce stalked over to the computer and began to furiously type at the keys, pulling up the footage for the past few days. The group watched in a tense silence as Bruce rifled through the multiple recordings, searching for the culprit.
“AHA!” Bruce grunted, upon finding a specific time stamp. There was a figure emerging from the shadows. He paused and then slowed down the video so they could all see who it was.
There were several gasps as the figure came into the light, looked around, and made his way to the computer. They had shown their face, not even bothering to hide.
Everyone whirled to Duke, then back to the screen.
“No way,” Harper whispered under her breath.
Because the person on the footage, who was now adding the link to the case file and hooking up bluetooth speakers, was Duke Thomas himself.
Bruce’s eye twitched.
There was a general consensus among the resident vigilantes in the cave at that time: Duke wasn’t going to live to tell the tale.
Duke felt uneasy under their scrutiny, unsure of what to do. This was his plan, after all. To be seen differently. But so far the lack of accusations or uproarious debate was disconcerting.
He looked up at Bruce, awaiting his reaction. Bruce didn’t meet Duke’s eyes.
“Hrn,” he grumbled angrily instead and whirled on Tim. Said teenager was barely standing up straight - well, he was leaning on Steph heavily - and blinked wearily around the cave. He didn’t seem to understand what was going on.
Bruce’s eyes narrowed for a long moment before he whipped around and furiously began to mess with the playback settings on the footage. Everyone stood still, not daring to move while Bruce grumbled under his breath.
Finally Bruce straightened and pointed dramatically toward the screen.
“There,” he grunted out, and everyone subconsciously leaned a little bit forward.
They didn’t see anything different from before, though Bruce’s finger did bring their attention to one of the bats that flew across the upper left hand corner. A few seconds of footage later, and yet another bat flew across in a similar pattern. Not exactly the same, so it wasn’t really out of the ordinary. Lord knows the bats would randomly fly out and into their hair much more than necessary.
“Note how the figure is disturbed when each bat flies across the screen,” Bruce said in the same voice he used when talking about a case - cold, impersonal, and yet like he was giving a college lecture.
No one spoke, not really sure what to say. I mean, what was the correct course of action when your father figure suddenly refuses to accept reality, and is grasping at the most unlikely of straws?
“I know this technique anywhere,” Bruce said more to himself than the line of vigilantes. He turned, completely passing over Duke, and set his sights on Tim.
“Timothy Jackson Drake,” Bruce growled, stalking forward, “What possessed you to doctor this footage?”
Tim didn’t respond, only mumbled incoherently and leaned onto Steph some more.
Bruce was furious, bearing his teeth as he spat out his response: “Now is not the time to use the anti-torture training I’ve given you.”
Tim nodded slowly and draped his arm on top of Stephanie’s head.
“You should know better than this,” Bruce began, “pranks are strictly forbidden in the cave, as you very well know. And in addition, I taught you better at framing than this. You choose a victim that could actually be considered as a suspect. Trying to pin the blame on Duke was your undoing - he would never do something like this.”
Duke cringed slightly, as the rest of the bats glanced Duke’s way. All were a mix of confusion and awe.
This … was not how this was supposed to go. No, screw that. That was an outrageous understatement. Things ‘not going according to plan’ would have been Jason randomly blaming Harper for the mess on no grounds - or maybe Bruce not bothering to check the cameras, opting instead to just ground everyone.
But blatantly ignoring evidence and then lecturing someone completely unrelated? No, this was too much. It couldn’t be real. This was some kind of scare-tactic wasn’t it? Duke was too much of an adrenaline junkie to be bothered by the usual ‘hanging upside down over a busy road’ schtick.
But then Bruce moves on to possible culprits Tim could have chosen instead - did he seriously think that Ra’s Al Ghul would Rick Roll them?! - and Duke lost hope.
“Uhh, Bruce?” Duke asked after the ten minute mark.
The Dark Knight turned and faced Duke.
Duke scratched the back of his neck. “Do you think I could head out for patrol now? It’s getting light out, and since you’ve clearly got this covered… I thought I could scoot out?”
Bruce was nodding before the end of Duke’s request. “Yes, go. I’ll deal with Tim. You don’t need to worry - you won’t be blamed. It clearly wasn’t your fault.”
Duke nodded slowly, and covered his disappointment with a small smirk. “Thanks, B.”
He jogged over to the edge of the platform and dropped down beside his Signal-Cycle. A routine mounting, a quick putting on of his helmet, and he was off.
Duke was scowling as he left, wondering what on earth had gone wrong.
*****
“Did you see that smirk?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Did he blame Tim on purpose?”
“How, though? To make such a tactical move -”
“It would have taken a shit ton of planning.”
“Can we get back on the fact that Bruce was fooled?”
“Or who fooled him?!”
#duke thomas#duke thomas big bang#batfam#fanfiction#my fanfiction#bruce wayne#stephanie brown#dick grayson#jason todd#tim drake#harper row#cassandra cain#damian wayne#batfamily
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The strongest lead toward Shepherd that will lead them to Nero. (honestly I can't think of better summaries lately. I hope you're still enjoying THE ROAD SO FAR (CUE carry on my wayward son)
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Going Dark - Part 1
"Alex"
Safe House 110197, Brazil
Alex woke up to the smell of Samantha's shampoo. God, she smelled so beautiful. He thought as he shifted his position carefully, trying not to disturb his sleeping girl.
Samantha caught wind of his actions and turned back to him.
"Good Morning." Alex greeted with the most wholesome and lovable smile he could ever conjure. He could see Samantha actually blush at his smile, meaning that his charm still worked toward her even after all those times.
"Good Morning… you-" She greeted back but Alex immediately met her lips with his, turning a simple morning greeting into a hot make out session. Samantha ran her hand across his arm down to his chest, pushing the tough muscle as her eyes slowly closed, enjoying the way Alex's mouth moved inside hers.
"I wish I could just sit out this mission and stay here with you…" he mused, tapping her nose and smiling.
"You go out there and fix the world, hero. I'll be here when you get back." She winked as Alex slowly got up and left the room, his eyes never leaving hers until he was out of sight.
Alex stepped out of the stairs to the view of Price complaining about the water. Roach was already shuffling to the kitchen to satisfy their Captain's needs. This gave Alex the chance to check on Maxine.
"How are you holding up, Maxine." He asked.
"What's wrong, lass?" Price inserted sipping his morning coffee.
"Hey Alex, Captain Price…" She greeted, her voice was shaky but she looked like she had the courage to respond.
"I had a strange dream last night… I believe it was one of my memories." She spoke softly. Price and Alex's face lit up.
"That's good news!" Alex cheered, shaking her shoulders and quickly withdrawing his hands as soon as it felt awkward.
"Good on ya, lass. Cheers to that!" He raised his mug and nodded.
"Captain Price." Another familiar voice interrupted behind them.
"I have intel on Shadow Company." Ghost announced, everyone fell silent and they immediately gathered around the command center. Soap and France followed as they walked down the stairs together.
"Three addresses in three separate London Apartments." he informed while typing furiously across the keyboard. The map had three yellow blinking dots, two of them were close to each other while one was far away.
"Intel says they're not sure which of these had a Shadow Company residing in it. They're most probably on leave and might be armed." Ghost added, showing three faces of men which were presumed targets for intel.
"Where'd you get these? They look like very classified information." Price asked, crossing his arms and looking at Ghost.
"Let's just say I know someone." he replies smugly.
"And why would we follow such a lead?" Jack added, making the situation very awkward for the rest of the team.
"Is this…" Soap tried to insert.
"Yes, Soap. It's interpol." he finished. The rest of the team looked at each other.
"They wanted to investigate more on the Shadow Company. But since they aren't authorized to act on it, all they do is gather information. Which is frustrating-" Ghost complained but got cut off by Price.
"They're asking for our help because we're rogue. No rules, no anything…" He stated the bitter tone in his voice was too clear.
"We can't just casually fly to London, right? Who's helping us?" Alex stated the larger problem at hand. If this lead is solid enough, they have to act on it.
"Nikolai could fly us in. I could pull a few favors from S.A.S. but they're going to have to be sneaky to let us land there. We can't forget the fact that we're fugitives. I mean, Shepherd only put Me, Alex, Soap, Ghost and Roach on his list." Price said.
"My dream of being wanted came true in the worst way possible." Soap cracked a joke to lighten up the mood. It obviously worked except for Jack, who always never gets the humor.
They continued briefing, planning the route that they would take saving the most time. Which weapons to use and other protocols to follow.
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"Saving the world once again, my hero?" Samantha leaned on him as he continuously flicked Soap's lighter.
"Stop calling me that. I'm no hero. I'm just trying to set things back the way they were."
"Like what heroes do." Samantha chuckled sitting next to him and rested her head on his lap.
"My Dad probably misses me so much." She sighed, looking at Alex as he looked down on her, his fingers played with her hair.
"If we could find the perfect time, we could tell him you're safe. It's unfair how the whole world thinks we took you as a hostage." he complained.
"Well, when you think of it I really am a prisoner here." she mused as Alex's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Then once his brain cells finally agreed, he smiled and laughed.
"Oh I get it." he reached for her hand and put it close in his heart.
"You're trapped in here aren't you." they both laughed.
"That's so corny, right?" Samantha giggled.
"Yeah. It is." Alex replied as they continued to spend the rest of the few hours they had together before flying to the Majesty's domain.
LONDON
UNITED KINGDOM
Price wasn't able to land on the S.A.S. base, but they did assist the rogue team to land on an open area not too far from the base and Nikolai seemed to be fine with it. The team borrowed MacMillan's jeep and took the road less traveled to the city.
Everyone looked alert and worried, this was a risky move but it was all they had to get to Shepherd, to get to Nero.
They drove as fast as they legally could, knowing that their faces wouldn't be recognized by anyone until Ghost distributed his extra skull masks, which allowed them to move freely across the streets of the nearest target location.
The first apartment room was located on the third floor, that meant they had to ascent two flights of stairs without raising suspicion. Ghost immediately worked his way to the basement and disabled the lights.
A quick flicker and the building's lights immediately shut off, making some of the tenants scream in surprise. It was time to move.
The team slowly crept the stairs, their steps were light enough that they could only hear faint creaking. Price led the line as they cleared the hallway all the way up to the third.
Alex was behind Price as he saw the target room's door was slightly ajar. It's either they're lucky he forgot to lock it or they were too late. Proceeding with extreme caution, Price swung the door open and continued to scour the room for the guy.
"Right door, clear." Price announced as everyone scattered around to look for intel. Jack searched the closets hoping that clues were left behind inside pockets. Roach looked for the drawers while Price and Alex looked for clues of possible escape.
"Someone's going up to this floor." Soap whispered as he signaled the team to remain quiet. He was by the door on lookout for the team.
Complete silence. Alex could only hear his breathing and his heartbeat as the person walked past the hall, not minding the open room he just passed through.
They took a few more minutes of intel gathering until they ultimately decided to call it off. It was a dead lead.
"Two more houses." Ghost announced as the team silently regrouped by the car where Nikolai was waiting. The lights immediately returned as soon as they set foot on the vehicle.
"I sure hope we get something from the next house." Roach wished as they drove to the next location.
The second location almost had the same layout. They did the same plan but this time Alex and Soap switched roles. Guard duty was significantly harder when it's dark and Alex did his best to heighten his senses.
Signs of struggle were heard from the inside and Alex assumed they finally identified one of the targets. He could hear the person's groans and struggles as well as his team working hard to constrain the person.
"Ghost. It looks like they got him." Alex reported as he could hear Ghost working on something. Then in just a flash, the lights turned back on along with a loud booming sound of Rick Astley's "Never Gonna Give You Up". Alex entered the room and looked at the poor guy being surrounded by his squad. He was trying to scream for help but Rick Astley begged to differ.
"We're just here for one simple question…
WHERE. IS. SHEPHERD?" Price roared. The guy didn't easily give in. He just shook his head and continued to struggle free. Jack immediately pulled his hand and placed some pliers in between the hostage's fingers.
"Isn't that a little bit too harsh?" Soap whispered to Roach, who just shrugged.
"What's harsh is that they used an innocent daughter as bait." Jack slowly squeezed the pliers making the hostage scream.
"AAAAAAAAAH." He squirmed making the rest of the team hold him tight. Alex had his eyes set on the door as neighbors started to complain about the booming music.
He squirmed enough that it activated something in his pocket, a smartphone whose light shone through the fabric of his pants. Then in a flash, a small scale EMP blast rendered the whole building quiet. All electrical devices were disabled and Alex and the team found themselves kneeling as the loud ringing triggered their ears.
None of them were too quick to react as their hostage looked like he wasn't affected by the blast. He bolted toward the exit and Alex attempted to grab him by the foot, only for him to effortlessly shrug him off and stomp on him, causing him to roll in pain.
From the corner of his eye, he could see Soap follow along with Roach, who were still holding their ears and wincing from the pain of the ringing.
Next Chapter : Going Dark - Part 2
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Acid trip anon,
First of yes let's have the whole 'let's put you to bed mee maw' attitude is good for the mauruaders stans who don't want to acknowledge accountability but also wishes every morally Grey charecter that is mentally fucked up to do so. (it kind of reminds me of the whole arguement where people go 'get therapy and stop projecting your problems!!!' and this is told to someone who dead ass lives with limited resources and when you ask for more ways to help the person they then pull the arguement of 'you don't deserve help because you were a shitty person' and then again shout 'get therapy' like how tf does that make you a better person???? did you sniff your purity cocaine???? did you get the approval????)
Second, regulus black being seen as a slytherin hero despite him being a hero cuz he pulled a lord of the rings move (elf fucker) will always make me cackle. He's a bit confused but sure he's got the spirit.
I tried explaining to my mom the whole hp plot and when I started introducing jily she straight up eye rolled ( like I said it's a bland trope and not many people find it comforting in real life becuase if someone did that in real life you automatically I personally put them in the list of 'will that turn out to be a shitty marriage and should I be concerned')
Finally, I think the clear distinction between the snape fans and mauruaders stans is that despite both of us having a deatheater in our team one of us straight up can understand why people can be displeased by snapes cruel actions and say :yes! What he did was a shitty thing and if you ask me why he did it or what caused him to act that way since I enjoy this charecter, perhaps I can give some reasoning but that being said I whole heartily agree it was a shitty thing' while the other cannot fathom that you can hold people accountable and still like them (and also that people who like charecters that are not generally accepted or seen as problematic but most importantly will have literally no impact to anyone's life and to anyone who did not read or watch hp deserve death threats and apparently executed anyways ciao)
Another clear distinction is when asked ' what would you do differently if you were snape if you knew this his how he turned out' you can automatically assess whom is whom. Because collectively everyone who enjoys severus snape straight up went : okay so we all agree that Hogwarts was not a safe place for him, despite it claiming to be a welcoming space for all. He grew up isolated, bullied and with limited resources. that straight up makes him vulnerable to be exploited, he had no one to actually help him and was in an environment that was downright miserable. the obvious solution is to clearly GTFO, out of Hogwarts or England go anywhere else choosing to stay in a place that makes you feel unsafe is ridiculous. Give this man a scholarship make him leave and not be relevant to the plot of pain!!!! Basically let's give him less trauma :).
While every mauruaders stan in the block went :I would simply not hate on harry, not be someone's boggart. Yall you are tripping how the fuck did you miss the point. You literally went I don't care if this man had trauma if I were him I'd be normal I'm built different ya you built like a clown first of you straight up complain that this man is not sane or stable despite us telling yall that there most likey is a REASON why he's like that. and when given the choice to do something different on the same charecter that you know wish not to acknowledge (or maybe you did acknowledge) had a difficult life,,, your choice was to make him go through all of that and also be normal. Just say you hate mentally ill people who have unhealthy coping mechanisms because it doesn't fit with your purity mentality / your bad boy good girl rom com where you change the person in one full month ma'am you are not a 2001 make over movie that person still has depression.
"just say you hate mentally ill people who have unhealthy coping mechanisms because it doesn't fit with your purity mentality / your bad boy good girl rom com where you change the person in one full month ma'am you are not a 2001 make over movie that person still has depression."
so true bestie!!!
I've said this before, the reason Snape antis hate him to such a degree, and the reason they simultaneously wouldn't bat an eye if you told them you love Bellatrix, Voldemort, Satan, even Umbridge herself, is that Snape feels real while the others feel cartoonishly evil.
It's exactly because he's both good and bad that they have this need to bash people for liking him. If he was a straight up villain, who had only done bad things, nobody would say anything; irrationally enough, the fact that he also did good things and thus gives us things to love him for, makes people go crazy over said love.
And another thing that you mentioned, snaters being like "I simply wouldn't be Neville's boggart" etc... That argument that Snape overrules even Neville's parents' tormentors in how much he scares Neville...Do people realize that that scene couldn't work with someone else other than Harry having a high stake boggart? The whole point of the scene was to underline Harry's boggart, how would having Neville have Bellatrix as a boggart help? It had to be something trivial like all the others.
Also thank you for the videos you sent me, Rick Astley always helps during mental. break downs 😌
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Songs That Are Now Banned In The Batcave PT. 2
A/N: I’m still wondering what songs will go on PT. 3??? Enjoy! -Thorne <3
ª Jolene by Dolly Parton. Every time Barbara comes into the cave, Dick starts singing the song. Barbara only lets him because he’s so enthusiastic about it.
ª Wannabe by The Spice Girls. No child has ever made Bruce ban a song faster than Stephanie and Dick when they sang this in the cave.
ª Jerk It Out by Caesars. You know that vine, the one where the dude plays the first few notes and goes, ‘Let’s go!’? Yeah, Tim was the reason this song got banned after playing the vine one too many times.
ª Africa by Toto. Jason got this one banned after singing it when a water pipe burst in the cave, showering everyone.
ª Don’t Stop Believin’ by Journey. Bruce banned it after listening to Tim go, ‘Jokes on you…I’ve already stopped believing.’
ª Smash Mouth by All Star. This one’s actually a challenge to see who can get Bruce to yell at them the fastest. No ones been able to beat Damian who got yelled at, and he didn’t even get the first word out.
ª Juice by Lizzo. Jason and Dick got this one thrown out after Jason wouldn’t stop singing, ‘Heard you say I’m not the baddest, bitch, you lie’ and Dick wouldn’t stop pointing at random people in the cave and singing, ‘Somebody come get this man, I think he got lost in my DM’s’.
ª Young Dumb & Broke by Khalid. After trying to repeatedly explain to Tim, to no avail, that he was neither dumb nor broke, he banned this one.
ª broken by lovelytheband. No one had the heart to ban this one, even if Cassandra played it constantly.
ª Death Of A Bachelor by Panic! At The Disco. Bruce was seen checking his life insurance policies after listening to the family sing it.
ª Polarize by Twenty One Pilots. Damian made everyone tear up, especially Dick and Bruce, when he was heard singing this.
ª Whatever It Takes by Imagine Dragons. Damian convinced Bruce to take the family to an Imagine Dragons concert after singing this all the time.
ª Monster by Eminem ft. Rihanna. Bruce had to ban this after Damian and Jason got into a fistfight over Damian telling Jason, ‘It surprises me that the monster under your bed wants to be friends with someone like you.’
ª Uptown Funk by Mark Ronson ft. Bruno Mars. After seeing Stephanie, Jason, and Dick perform this for the fifth time, Bruce said no more.
ª Glorious by Macklemore ft. Skylar Grey. It warmed Bruce’s heart to see Damian and Cassandra sing this together. But not after the tenth time.
ª High Heels by JoJo. The only reason Bruce banned this song was because Dick wouldn’t stop walking down the stairs in heels while he sang it. He had no problem with the heels or the song…but after the seventh lecture about how dangerous a mix stairs and heels were (and Dick not listening because ‘I’m a professional Bruce. Don’t worry’), he banned it.
ª Might Not Like Me by Brynn Elliot. Bruce was forced to ban this song after the boys and girls a contest to see who was smarter, faster, stronger, and braver. He especially had to ban it after seeing Tim, Stephanie, Damian, and Jason play two for flinching with knives.
ª When You Look Me In The Eyes by The Jonas Brothers. After watching Dick serenade Barbara (they use serenade lightly…it was more like annoy) multiple times, the others agreed to never let that song be played in the cave again.
ª You Spin Me Round (Like a Record) by Dead Or Alive. Remember that scene in the A-Team where Murdock is singing this while spinning on the helicopter blades? Imagine seeing a sleep-deprived, heavily caffeinated Tim doing doughnuts on a hoverboard. Got the image? Yeah, that’s what the family saw him doing. Safe to say hoverboards and that song has been banned.
ª Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley. That one didn’t even need an explanation other than the vicious fistfights seen in the cave after someone received a prank link in a text.
ª Cake By The Ocean by DNCE. This one of Dick’s favorite songs. Though after he took Tim’s coffee from him, Tim told Bruce what the song meant, and he banned it. Dick still isn’t over it.
ª Turn All The Lights On by T-Pain ft. Ne-Yo. Bruce did not appreciate his children starting a spontaneous rave in his cave, complete with strobe lights and the loudest bass speakers he’d ever seen and heard.
ª Sharp Edges by Linkin Park. Bruce walked into the cave to see everyone crying about this song. Of course, after he listened to it, he was crying too.
ª Save Me by Remy Zero. No one knows why Bruce banned this one. But everyone thinks it was the offhanded comment Cassandra said about, ‘if Superman had a TV show based on his life…this would be the theme song.’ 😉
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Tumblr Takeover
Word Count;; 2.2k
Genre;; Fluff
Pairing;; Ushijima x Reader
Summary;;
You groaned as you scrolled through your Tumblr profile, glaring at the content that seemed to have no end. What used to be your messy, themeless blog filled predominantly with anime, nightblogging and the occasional debate, now contained volleyball. Only volleyball.
[The cringe is real, folks]
Notes;; Published: 2017-04-06
My Masterlist
You groaned as you scrolled through your Tumblr profile, glaring at the content that seemed to have no end. What used to be your messy, themeless blog filled predominantly with anime, shitposting and the occasional debate, now contained volleyball. Only volleyball. You slammed your laptop shut before packing your school supplies and running out the door. Your teacher would never let you hear the end of it if you were late for the third day in a row, even if you tried to pass the blame onto a certain third year. It was his fault after all; he altered your entire blog overnight without asking beforehand, and the early morning discovery put you into a temporary state of shock. You growled and quickened your pace - no sane teacher would accept that excuse and you had no intention of gaining detention because of a volleyball-obsessed dork. Once you reached class (on time, much to your amazement), your irritation faded. As much as you hated to admit, it wasn't his fault. You should have expected this to happen sooner or later. You knew what you were getting into when you shared your account with him. He had told you his intentions at the beginning: Ushijima wanted to share his love of volleyball with you and your poor followers.
It wasn't like you disliked the sport either; you knew your school’s team well enough to attend their matches (with only mild persuasion necessary on their part) and, while you could see the appeal, it wasn't your first pick for a hobby. In fact, it wouldn't be your second or third pick either, but if you had to choose a sport… you might consider it. In all honesty, the thing you enjoyed most about volleyball was the players. Shiratorizawa’s team was determined and they had talent. Somehow your admiration for their abilities had led you to befriending each of them to different degrees. When you saw Tendou in the halls, you’d yell manga references at one another, each quote becoming more obscure than the last, until the bell rang and you both bolted to class. Goshiki did his best to avoid you after watching you challenge Shirabu to an impromptu dance-off, which, to his horror, his upperclassman accepted. Neither of you were being very serious as you dropped it low and pumped it up, laughing at how stupid you both looked, yet Goshiki claimed to be scarred for life. At lunch most days you pretended to study with Yamagata and Ohira whilst spamming Semi with memes and vine compilations. He once blessed you with a response, and had it not been at two in the morning after a long night of studying, you would have been impressed with the video of Rick Astley’s “Never Gonna Give You Up” on loop for ten hours. Never in your life would you have suspected to be Rick Rolled by your senpai, but you weren't one to back down from a challenge. Feeling invigorated, you continued to spam him every chance you got. To his regret, that included sending TED talks about asexual reproduction in various species in the dead of night when you were unable to sleep.
“I think the real question here is why the hell do you watch videos about animal reproduction at midnight every week?” Semi sighed as he wiped the sweat off his brow before throwing his towel at you.
“Gross! I don't want your stinky towel!” You snapped, tossing it back. You grimaced as you stretched, the obnoxious cracking of several joints resonated throughout the gym. After being hunched over your textbooks for the first half of their practice, it was nice to stand up and move your tired muscles. Goshiki muttered a protest to your presence under his breath, which you elected to ignore.
“No way, she still sends those to you?” Tendou bellowed, slapping his friend’s back with a grin. The setter shrugged, shooting you glare before walking back onto the court, leaving you with the middle blocker. His grin fell into a devious smirk upon seeing your narrowed eyes. Knowing full well what his mind was focused on and that he had no intention of letting his inquiry go unanswered, you stalked toward the door. He kept pace with you, poking you as he continued, “You can't avoid it that easily.”
Feigning naivety, you quipped, “I don't watch them, I just send them to Semi to bug him.”
“Oh, no, no, you don’t. Not that question, the one before that. Why don't you annoy Ushijima like you do everyone else?”
You allowed a quick smile to flicker across your features before turning to the boy who was still following you to the door and ignoring his coach’s calls to return to the damn court already. Pure bliss flooded your mind as you pursed your lips, hand lifted over your heart in mock despair as your eyes quivered. Giving yourself a mental pat on the back for being on the verge of tears, you whispered, “I annoy you, Satori-kun?”
“No! Of course not! I just meant-”
“I'm sorry, Satori-kun, I'll leave you all alone from now on,” a single tear flowed down your cheek and you just about imploded with pride. Who needs to take theatre courses when you have this much natural talent?
“No, no! Don't cry!” Looking to his teammates for help, he pointed at you with exasperation. His silent pleas were met with snickers as they each turned their back on the scene.
On the outside, you were a delicate mess. On the inside, however, you were rejoicing. No longer was his mind on why you acted just a touch different with the team’s ace (since evidently nothing slipped past those maroon eyes of his), but rather on how to stop the waterworks that threatened to break before him. All that was left was to run out of the gym, celebrate your narrow escape, and continue to avoid him until you could formulate a believable excuse. You didn't want him to catch on to the small crush you had developed on Ushijima, but more importantly, you didn't want him to know about your Tumblr. He would never let you live down your low-effort blog after he had shown you his organised manga-themed one. Nevermind the the flack you would receive about how much of a pushover you had become to allow Ushijima full reign over it. Perhaps you could lie and say that the third year intimidated you, so you didn't want to push your luck around him. Maybe fortune would favour you and Tendou would drop the subject completely after this disaster. Knowing him, however, that was unlikely.
“I'll just go, since I annoy you-”
“What did you do this time?” A gravelly voice resounded across the room. It sent shivers down your spine as you faced the sound. Ushijima towered over you, a mix between confusion and disappointment aimed toward Tendou. The redhead just laughed before running back onto the court.
“Hey Wakatoshi-kun, did you finish your exam?” You fumbled with your bag strap as you tried to sidle out of his vision. Much to your dismay, his eyes followed you with an intensity that would make a weaker person crumble.
“What did he do?” Reiterating his question with a deepening frown, he moved in front of the door and blocked your escape.
“Oh, you know Tendou-kun. Everything he does is annoying. Well, I've got to go!���
“Before you leave, did you see our Tumblr? I changed it a little.”
“A little?” You repeated, bitterness tainting the smile you flashed toward him, “You changed it more than a little, Ushijima-kun. My favourite part of it would have to be the ask from a mutual about why I'm suddenly a volleyball blog, and if I'm sharing my account because it seemed even more all over the place than usual and I just loved waking up to a new theme as well. Yes, it was very nice, Ushiwaka-kun, very nice.”
“You should try regulating your breathing, you look flustered. I am glad you liked it, however. I spent a decent amount of time on it,” he nodded, brushing past you to join his team in their practice. Unbelievable.
“Oi, you! We're not done here! I'll be calling you tonight, so, uh, prepare yourself!” You shouted after him, huffing at his thumbs-up. A tinge of pink painted the tips of your ears when Semi and Shirabu smirked at you, which bloomed into a full blush at Tendou’s, “You can call on him anytime!”
The rest of the day whirled by in a blur. You couldn't procrastinate on Tumblr without being reminded of your new theme, which turned off your desire to slack off in general. You finished your homework early, then you finished next week’s as well. Something seemed off, but you didn't stop to question it - you were motivated to work for once and you didn't want to jinx your flow. Even after finishing two essays, you had time to kill before you could call Ushijima. Since he was tardy to practice, he would undoubtedly stay late to make up the lost time. Heading to the kitchen, you grabbed out the ice cream and threw yourself down on the couch. With nothing left to do, binge-watching Netflix would feel rather guilt-free for once. Your relaxation was cut short when you heard a knock at the door.
“I don't want to buy your shit, go away!”
“It's Ushijima,” a palpable pause, “and I'm not selling anything. I have your textbooks. You left them in the gym.”
You groaned at your own stupidity. How could you have let Tendou work you up enough to abandon your textbooks? On top of that, you allowed your desire to scold Ushijima to blind you to your obvious lack of study material. Without it, the likelihood of errors had increased exponentially. You smacked yourself with a pillow; now you would have to double-check all your homework. Anxiety tickled your numbing thoughts as you turned off the television. You didn't make any effort to meet him at the door, “Ugh, just come in already.”
He offered a nod in acknowledgement as he entered the living room and placed the books on the table. He sat down next to you, smiling as he grabbed the dessert from your hands. You were used to him being in your home after many an afternoon spent showing him how to use Tumblr. What came as a surprise was watching him eat the ice cream. Most days he would return it to the freezer, disregarding your pleas. You took the chance to observe him while his own gaze fell to the carpeted floor. The embodiment of a proper gentleman, he maintained perfect posture. He was still in his school uniform, and he always looked tense in it, but he seemed to loosen up when he was in your home. You knew he had taken a shower at the school, which he usually did after practice, because his hair had been styled once more. You always appreciated how the minty scent of his body wash lingered throughout your house even after he left. His clothes seemed tighter, clinging to his damp skin, providing an even more exquisite view of his muscles. Eyes falling to his legs, you let your mind wander and toy with the notion of seeing those thighs bare of clothing. You didn't notice when he turned to you at last, still lost in your own somewhat perverted thoughts. Coughing to gain your attention, he cocked an eyebrow, “Enjoying yourself?”
“Shut up, you smell nice.”
He blinked, a tinge of red dusting his cheeks, before continuing, “What did you want to talk about?”
“I was going to call you. You didn't need to arrive at my house unannounced and start eating my food,” you mumbled, hitting his arm, “but I wanted to talk to you about getting your own Tumblr. Or, I guess since you already took over mine, I could start a new one.”
“Why?”
“What do you mean why, doofus? When I showed you my Tumblr, I didn't intend for you to take it over. I just thought you might want to see that someone posted one of your matches and it was getting notes,” you sighed, hitting his arm again. He chuckled at the effort, lifting a spoon of the frozen dessert to your lips. You swore under your breath as your cheeks exploded with crimson heat upon swallowing the treat.
“I'm sorry,” he placed the tub of ice cream on the table before facing you once more, taking your hands within his, “You mentioned how your blog was personal to you, and I enjoyed that you shared it with me. I enjoy spending time you.”
“Oi, you can't just say things like that! Dammit, Bakatoshi! You're making me blush!” You slapped his arm once more, earning an amused grunt from the attractive volleyball-obsessed idiot. He leaned in to you, tucking some loose strands of hair behind your ear.
“It was nice having something that was ours,” You could feel his breath on your lips as he caressed your cheek. Your heart skipped a few beats, waiting for him to make his move.
“Geez, just kiss me already, Wakatoshi-kun!” You closed the gap, lips smashing against his. If he was surprised by your forwardness, he didn’t show it. Instead he entwined his fingers within your hair, returning the kiss with equal passion. Patience was never one of your strong suits, not that either of you were complaining.
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CPR Masterpost
Roughly 54% of Americans know CPR. That is shockingly low.
So, for those who don’t know, only half know, need a reminder or think they know but don’t, let ya boy educate you.
Pre-Physical CPR: Remember DRS (Doctors!)!
D: Danger. Is there danger nearby? Oftentimes people go into cardiac arrest due to, say for example, touching an electric fence and getting electrocuted. Following on from that example, are they still attached to the electric fence? Is the patient still in danger? If they’re in danger, leave them and don’t do CPR. Still call an ambulance though.
R: Response. Shake em, shout at em, call their name, anything! If they respond with words, don’t do CPR. They’re probably just out of it.
S: Shout for help. You’ll ideally want as many people who can do CPR around as possible. ALSO, CALL AN AMBULANCE.
Physical CPR: Remember ABC.
A: Airway. Lay their head back and open their mouth. Make sure the airway is clear.
B: Breathing. If they aren’t breathing, they’re in danger. Lay your head down on its side near their cheek. Use your eyes to also look if their chest is moving up and down. While doing that, if you can’t hear/feel the breath after ten seconds, they aren’t breathing.
Please note there is also a thing called Agonal breathing. If they’re gasping like a fish out of water or not breathing properly, THEY ARE DYING. It’s a brain reflex, they aren’t actually getting any oxygen.
C: Chest Compressions. Start 'em. Do them until you either physically can’t or the ambulance arrives. This is why shouting for help is important. Compressions are very exhausting and if you’re not physically fit you’ll tire quickly and need to alternate.
Extra Note:
Sometimes, if you’re really good and really lucky, the person may wake up. Often this is temporary. Still keep doing compressions. If they become verbal and tell you to, quote enquote ‘piss off, geroff me!’ There’s a good chance they’re alive now.
How To Do Compressions Properly:
Place the heel of the hand on the breast bone at the centre of the person’s chest. Place your other hand on top of your first hand and interlock your fingers.
Position yourself with your shoulders above your hands.
Using your body weight (not just your arms, trust me, if you just did your arms you’ll get very tired very fast,) press straight down by 5-6cm (2-2.5 inches) on their chest.
Keeping your hands on their chest, release the compression and allow the chest to return to its original position.
Repeat these compressions at a rate of 100-120 times in a minute until either: an ambulance, you get exhausted or you feel slightly tired and have a friend who can take over.
If all this is too complicated to remember, don’t worry. If you put your phone on speaker, the person on the other end will walk you through it in real time. If you can’t take away anything else from this, please take away this fact.
Misconceptions:
Q: Do I have to do mouth-to-mouth?
A: Nope! In fact, I’d advise against it. Mouth to mouth actually does little to help the patient and is arguably detrimental due to an exchange of germs. Just stick to chest compressions.
Q: Do I have to sing Nellie The Elephant?
A: Also nope! Any 100-120 BPM song is fine. There’ll be a list below.
Q: Am I pressing hard enough?
A: No. Unless you’re pressing 5-6cm or 2.5 inches down, you are not. It looks weird and wrong, but that’s because you’re literally acting as their heart for them. If you’re questioning if you’re pressing hard enough, you probably aren’t. If you think you are, push a little harder. It’s possible and very easy to not push hard enough, but there’s no such thing as too hard. Push them so hard they make a hole on the floor if you have to.
Q: Oh no! I heard a rib crack!
A: That’s good! Oftentimes, the ribs have to break in order for you to actually have any hope of successful CPR. Don’t stop because you heard a rib crack. There’s no such thing as pushing too hard. There is such a thing as not pushing enough. It’s better to have a friend alive with a few broken bones than your friend dead.
Q: The patient is a woman and I’m scared that if she wakes up she’ll sue me for touching her breasts. Should I risk it and perform CPR anyway?
A: Don’t worry. You’re protected by the Good Samaritan Law. I’m not a lawyer, so if any one who knows the law could possibly fact check me on this personally, but the Good Samaritan Law states:
“The Good Samaritan Law offers legal protection to people who give reasonable assistance to those who are, or whom they believe to be, injured, ill, in peril, or otherwise incapacitated.”
So even if the patient does wake up and your vital readings were wrong, the law should be on your side.
If you think someone needs CPR, don’t question the legal trouble it’ll get you in later. Just do it.
Q: Don’t I have to check for a pulse?
A: You could, but breathing is much more reliable. Locating a pulse can take a while. (Sometimes people can only feel it in their wrists, some people only feel it in their neck. There’s no one guaranteed location. Everyone is different. Unless you know that person extremely well and know their best pulse spots fir some reason, (I’m not judging your friendship,) chances are it’ll take at least 30 seconds to locate a spot. This is especially hard when someone doesn’t have a pulse.) Breathing, on the other hand, is much more reliable and quicker to do, (10 seconds check, let’s say you were slow and took 2 seconds positioning, that’s 12 seconds max.) Time management is extremely important during CPR and every second counts. I understand most American places recommend checking for a pulse, but everywhere in the UK, (including NHS.gov and the British Resuscitation Council (used by all nurses and doctors as gospel, pretty much unheard if outside of professionals apparently?) My mum also said so.
Songs that are 100-120 BPM to sing instead of Nellie The Elephant: (Feel Free to Add!)
Sweet Home Alabama (Lynyrd Skynyrd) (100bpm)
Tainted Love (Straight No Chaser) (100bpm)
Through The Fire And Flames (Dragonforce) (100bpm)
Breaking The Habit (Linkin Park) (100bpm)
This Ain’t A Scene, It’s An Arms Race (Fall Out Boy) (100bpm)
Dancing Queen (Abba) (100bpm)
Hips Don’t Lie (Shakira) (100bpm)
Gives You Hell (All American Rejects) (100bpm)
Icicles (The Scary Jokes) (100bpm)
Rock Your Body (Justin Timberlake) (101bpm)
Steppin’ Out (Joe Jackson) (101bpm)
Welcome To Tally Hall (Tally Hall) (101bpm)
Cecilia (Simon and Garfunkle) (102bpm)
Semi Charmed Life (Third Eye Blind) (102bpm)
99 Luftballons (DDR) (102bpm)
Stayin’ Alive (Bee Gees) (103bpm)
Stronger (Kanye West) (104bpm)
All Star (Smash Mouth) (104bpm)
Hard To Handle (The Black Crowes) (104bpm)
Rolling In The Deep (Adele) (105bpm)
Good Day (Tally Hall) (105bpm)
Are You Gonna Be My Girl (Jet) (105bpm)
Numb (Linkin Park) (107bpm)
Set Fire To The Rain (Adele) (108bpm)
Stronger (Britney Spears) (108bpm)
Eye Of The Tiger (Survivor) (109bpm)
Just The Way You Are (Bruno Mars) (109bpm)
Hollaback Girl (Gwen Stefani) (110bpm)
Another One Bites The Dust (Queen) (110bpm)
Till It’s Over (Tristam) (110bpm)
Grenade (Bruno Mars) (110bpm)
Never Gonna Give You Up (Rick Astley) (113bpm)
Under Pressure (Queen and David Bowie) (113bpm)
Banana Man (Tally Hall) (113bpm)
Two Trucks (Lemon Demon) (114bpm)
Uptown Funk (Mark Ronson and Bruno Mars) (115bpm)
What Doesn’t Kill You (Kelly Clarkson) (116bpm)
Once In A Lifetime (Talking Heads) (117bpm)
Call Me Maybe (Carly Rae Jepsen) (118bpm)
Don’t Stop Believing (Journey) (118bpm)
Bad Romance (Lady Gaga) (119bpm)
Just Dance (Lady Gaga) (119bpm)
Poker Face (Lady Gaga) (119bpm)
Tik Tok (Ke$ha) (120bpm)
Teenage Dream (Katy Perry) (120bpm)
DJ’s Got Us Falling In Love Again (Usher) (120bpm)
Revenge (Captain Sparklez) (120bpm)
If you want to check your favourite song is one you can use but it’s not here, go onto the website tunebat.com and type in the title. It will tell you the BPM and other fun facts like what key it’s in.
Sources:
http://www.nhs.uk/conditions/first-aid/cpr/
http://www.resus.org.uk
My Mum (Registered Band Six District Nurse (Going for Master’s Degree currently.)) (She read and fact checked this for me. Thanks, Mum!)
http://tunebat.com
My own knowledge having this drilled into me from a young age. (From sources above, especially ‘My Mum.’ You can’t find that website anymore.)
#cpr#medical#important#I don’t usually ask for reblogs but#please reblog#you don’t have to but if this gets around it could save a life#if anyone has any corrections PLEASE TELL ME#I may debate you on it but its only because I want my research to be as accurate as possible
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OC Music Meme
Thanks for the tag @theniveanlegacy
I honestly don't know which OC I should choose....Okay who am I lying to? I'll take Celeina
List one or more songs that relate to the following:
Reminds you of them the most:
Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen
Everyone who heard the song knows that it has many faces like Celeina does. Also the text in the beginning could be C' singing to her dead mother about her first kill for Intelligience. It just fits...It's kinda hard to explain why this song reminds me of her it just does.
Never gonna give you up by Rick Astley
C' never let's a friend down. She keeps her promises. Also just because. It is a good song. I kinda like to think that this would be C's favourite song if it would exist in the galaxy far far away.
Reminds a character of them:
Sexy and I know it by LMFAO reminds Theron and Lana of Celeina. There is not one day where she doesn't make inappropriate jokes or tells everyone how good looking she is. And yeah....Celeina is a confident slut when it comes to looks. That's all.
Reminds you of a relationship of theirs(romantic, friendly, familial, etc.):
Fuck You by Lily Allen reminds me of C's relationship with her family or to be more specific her sisters and father. They just.... ' As Senya asked about her family Celeinas face switched from happy to angry in mere miliseconds "We're coexisting in the same galaxy. And even that is insufferable." '
I don't really know who already did this so I'm tagging radomly
@wasser-mit-sprudel , @thatmmolesbian , @shanfamilydrama , @a-muirehen and anyone who wants to
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Cringe (Hank Anderson Request)
A/N: So I’ve finally done it and I instantly want to drink bleach!! Hope you like it.
@daft-not-punk asked: “Fic idea for Hank: the reader reminding Hank of stupid Millennials shit. Like the reader sending him old memes, saying dumb vines, texting him to send nudes. It goes to far when she gets Connor to ask him what team he was in for PokemonGo or some shit like that. Is it dumb and ridiculous? yes it is. Do I have shame? No.”
Warnings: Swearing.
Hank had agreed to meet you at the bar after work one Thursday night. It’d been a pretty okay week, but he figured you needed a night away since you’d asked. Connor tagged along because Hank didn’t feel like driving him home just to come back out.
You’d been there for a good hour before Hank arrived. The bartender had passed a drink your way when you were halfway through your first, knowing that you were in it for the long haul.
Whenever the door behind you would open, you’d glance back to see if it was Hank and Connor. They would be late – they were always late.
You were a little tipsy; done with drink two, ordering your third, when you felt a hand on your shoulder. Turning, you saw your long-awaited friends and enveloped them both in big hugs.
Hank noticed the glossiness to your eyes, wondering if you were already drunk.
“Take a seat!” you motioned around you but then noticed how crowded it was. “Oh…”
The bartender leaned over with your drink and pointed at Hank. “The usual?” he asked.
“Yep. Thanks.” Hank glanced at your drink. “What is that garbage?”
“Long Island,” you announced, pushing it toward him so he could take a sip. He did and nodded, not too bad.
When Hank’s drink came, you told the bartender to put it on your tab.
“Oh God…” Hank mumbled. You quickly looked at him, wondering if his drink wasn’t good. “This song…” he pointed to the speaker above you.
It was then that you noticed Rick Astley’s Never Gonna Give You Up.
You almost spit out your drink. “Oh my God!” you laughed. “Don’t you miss getting Rick rolled?”
“Not really.”
“Rick rolled?” Connor asked.
You laughed again, feeling your drinks. “Back when we were young. It was an internet thing.” Connor blinked and you assumed he was processing things.
Hank grumbled. “C’mon, I ain’t standing here. Let’s get a booth.”
Your mind was wandering to the good old days and you couldn’t help but think back to some other wonders of the internet: memes.
“Do you know de wey?” you spoke close to his ear.
“Jesus Christ, y/n,” he shooed you off.
“You know you miss it!” you grabbed your drink and took off after him. Connor was very quiet as you sat down.
“I understand it now,” Connor finally said. “You expected a different video and continuously found this music video instead.”
Hank blinked at him, mouth hung open. He shook his head. “Oh, God…I can’t believe this is happening.”
You were cackling at this point, way too entertained. He downed his drink quickly so you went to order something else for him, your mind working in overdrive. When you came back, you handed him a Labatt Blue.
“I got some blue,” you offered.
Hank’s nostrils flared. You waved the bottle in front of him and sat down beside Connor.
“I swear, y/n, you’re over the top.”
Connor looked contemplative. “You guys are Millennials, right?” You felt bad that Connor was trying to keep up and you were sure he was trying to research just what you were talking about.
“Yeet,” you nodded.
Hank pressed his hands to his face, cussing behind his fingers.
“I’m guessing these are all references,” Connor hummed.
“Yes, and they’re all awful,” Hank grumbled.
You picked up your drink, raising an eyebrow. “You’re just trying to hide your humor because it makes you realize that we’re getting old. But that’s none of my business…” you sipped your drink.
This irked Hank and he shot you another glare.
“I searched this and there is a picture of a coffee lizard…?” Connor questioned.
“It’s a frog drinking tea,” Hank droned. “Ah, God damn it, y/n!”
“It’s like riding a bike: they’re all coming back from the pits of Hell.” You covered your face in embarrassment. “Hey there demons, it’s me, ya boi.”
You watched Hank reach across the table toward you to cover your mouth but you leaned back. His sleeve caught the bottle in front of him and it tipped, spilling some beer on the table.
“Ah, fuck, I can’t believe you’ve done this.”
Rolling his eyes, Hank stood to get napkins. “You’re ridiculous.”
You gasped at him and he turned back to glance at you.
“Dat ass,” you winked.
“Oh my God!” Hank kind of huffed a laugh at this. “Y/n why? Why?”
You laughed, waving him off and sipping your drink while he went to go get napkins.
After he came back it was quiet for a few minutes. “That all feels like a lifetime ago.”
“It really does,” you sighed sadly.
“In my searching, I came across something about Pokémon Go,” Connor started. Hank cussed again, hitting his head down on the table. “Lieutenant Anderson, what team were you on?”
“I don’t fuckin’ remember,” Hank groaned. “You stupid fuckin’ android, stop egging y/n on.”
By now Connor was smirking at the laughter this caused you. Your sides hurt. You and Hank always loved poking fun at each other. A few minutes passed and someone approached your table. Glancing up you noticed Amy, a woman you recognized from the last time you came to this bar.
“Up to being my partner in another game?” she motioned toward the pool table.
You glanced at Hank, knowing that you were meant to be there with him.
“Go ahead,” he nodded, sipping his beer.
“Sorry to pull you away from your friend,” Amy said as you went to get a stick. “I was stood up tonight and didn’t know anyone else.”
“Nah, it’s okay. I’m sure he’s glad to be away from me. I was annoying him tonight,” you laughed as you said this and she gave you a look. “I kept being super cringey and referencing memes.”
Amy stopped dead. “Oh! Those are my favorite!” she proceeded to do the Orange Justice dance.
“Your turn!” the others playing pool called you over. You walked away to break.
•••
The game was halfway through when you realized you’d left your drink by the boys. Quickly, you ran over to them.
Hank couldn’t help but cringe as you approached, worried that you were going to have another dumb meme to bring forward.
You winked at him as you grabbed your glass and strutted back to the pool table where you and Amy continued your conversation.
Hank’s phone went off and he glanced down at it.
Y/n. 1 new message:
Send nudes.
“Ah, fuck…” Hank slammed his drink down on the table. “Y/n!” he called over the cacophony of the bar. “That’s it. We’re leaving!” a small smile tugged at his lips as you ran over to him.
#hank anderson#hank anderson x reader#dbh#detroit become human#crackfic#poor hank#detroit become human connor#detroit become human hank#hank anderson reader insert#hank anderson dbh fic
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dennis buys a boat.
PHILADELPHIA, PA
5:00
ON A FRIDAY
"Look, Mac, I don't- I can't even comprehend what you're saying right now. How can you possibly not be excited about this? Are- Are you even human?"
"It's not that it's not cool, dude! I just- When you called me down here and said you were gonna blow my mind, I- How did this even happen?"
"It happened because I'm a genius, goddamn it, now are you going to get in or should I call Charlie instead?"
"No, I'm sorry, man! Look, don't call Charlie, I'll get in the boat."
Dennis is a visionary and Mac is a fool. Dennis is the king of the Delaware and Mac is a Hessian cretin. Dennis is... he's fucking Poseidon and Mac is but a lowly fish.
Mac could have come down here to the marina, chanted about how 'awesome' this was (he calls everything awesome!), and been goddamn Nerites. Not that he would have allowed him to take the reigns of this supercharged chariot, but still! Alas, he doesn't get the boat, not like Dennis does, so now he's just a fish.
Still, though, it feels good.
Dennis is stood aboard a 2007 Sea-Doo Challenger, of which he is now the proud owner, perched with his hands on his hips like a navy-clad demigod. The warm sun is shining down on his back, the speakers are blaring Steve Winwood's The Finer Things, and Dennis Reynolds is on top of the world, baby!
"So like," Mac says tentatively as he steps in, "where did you even get this? Last night you told me we couldn't afford two orders of fried rice."
A self-satisfied smirk twists Dennis' mouth.
"How does anyone get anything, Mac?" he responds, dipping his sunglasses down to flash his eyes. "The world's not about money. It's about charm."
"That makes absolutely no sense, dude."
He's not certain why he expected someone like Mac to understand. He hadn't exactly grown up with the same... entitlements as Dennis had. His idea of recreation as a child was poking dead things with a stick and throwing rocks. As a matter of fact, he had probably thrown rocks at boats! The savage.
But Charlie would have gotten sewage and toothpaste and cheese and other mystery stains all over the vinyl, and Dee would have ripped a hole in the seat with her goddamn jagged bird arms.
Mac was the obvious choice. He was usually such a fantastic hype-man, and Dennis would be lying if he said he wasn't disappointed at the lack of enthusiasm here.
"That's because you don't have any charm, Mac," he retorts as he sidles into the captain's chair, curving his fingers around the steering wheel. "You tumble into rooms and knock things over and spit when you yell like the damned Tasmanian Devil."
"Be that as in May," -that's not the phrase, but Dennis doesn't interject- "I get stuff through the power of intimidation."
Mac plops himself down, rather gracelessly, in the passenger seat.
"When has that ever happened? And don't say the time you 'intimidated' that man at the mall into giving you a free massage, because I hate to break it to ya', but that's not what that was, buddy."
He pouts so overdramatically that his frown reaches his chin.
"Hey. I'm tough, Dennis," he persists, and per usual, appears to genuinely believe it. "But don't worry, that doesn't overshadow your charm thing!" Mac's smile perks back up and he reaches out to brush his knuckles against Dennis' shirt. "Like, you look way better in sweaters than I do, man."
It's not so much a sweater as it is a nautical polyester zip-up pullover, but hey, he does look good in it- so he'll let that slide.
"Okay, okay, just... shut up and hold onto something, all right?" Dennis rolls his eyes, but there's an excited sneer forming on the edges of his lips.
He screws the safety key around his wrist onto the slot until it clicks into place. Mac would say something along the lines of 'safety is for bozos' before surely setting himself on fire or plummeting off of a rooftop, but Dennis will not be murdered by his own boat like some sort of seafaring Cronus.
He gives a quick wink to- well, not so much Mac, more to the boat- before adjusting the trim and wrapping a hand around the throttle.
"Prepare to have your mind blown."
Before Mac can ruin the moment, Dennis sends the throttle forward. The dock is relatively clear, so he's out on the water doing 45 in no time. He leans back in his seat to catch a glimpse of his reflection in the rearview mirror (shame it's so small) just as the song tells him about the golden things life could be, and yeah, he looks pretty damn cool. Obviously, Mac must think so, too. Not that he cares.
He darts his eyes over to see if Mac is looking at him.
And oh man, is Mac looking at him.
But not like he's admiring how 'awesome' he is or thinking about how he wishes he could be so goddamn glorious- not like that at all. It's like he's just happy to be out here with him for no other reason than to be here. He's got this stupid little grin on his face... The nerve!
Dennis focuses his gaze back on the river.
Well, if anyone with half a brain is watching him, they will certainly admire how cool he is.
After a half-hour or so of going near-60 (perhaps to show off, perhaps not...), Dennis kicks it back down for a while, and they coast along the river maintaining a comfortable speed over which they can actually hear each other speak. Dennis can hear the music again, too, Wouldn't It Be Nice bamp-bamp-bamping through its last chorus.
Part of him regrets it, because Mac immediately shifts in his seat and starts babbling, like he's just been wriggling anxiously, waiting for an opportunity to speak. He gets that way, after they haven't talked in a while- a day, an hour, fifteen minutes- like he has to tell Dennis every single thought that's gone through his head in the meantime.
"Hey, what do you think fish think about?" he asks.
Dennis' eyebrows tense. He rolls his teeth over his lip. "What?"
Mac seems offended, as if the question were self-explanatory. "You know, fish," he reiterates.
"That isn't the part I was confused about."
That answer doesn't satisfy him, and Dennis can feel his stare burning a hole into the side of his head without even having to look. He's like a child.
Rick Astley is pumping through the speakers now, and Mac is totally ruining it.
"I don't know, Mac, what do you think about all day?" he deadpans.
The connection to Mac having the brain of a common herring flies right up the windshield and over his head. "Oh, uh-" he starts excitedly, "like, the bar, ideas for stunts, who would win in a fight between Dutch Schaefer and John McClane, you, french fries, whether or not I could put a bear in a headlock, which I think I could if I got a running start-"
"You've made your point!" Dennis has to stop him, because he already knows all of this, and Dutch would obviously win because John is more stealth than muscle and Dutch clearly has experience with stealth. "I don't think fish think about fast food, which they have no access to, or whether or not you could fight a bear, because they don't know you and you cannot, or..."
Or me, Dennis just now registers. Did he really say that?
He shakes his head and dismisses it.
"I think they think about absolutely nothing! Some part of their tiny, gelatinous brain reminds them to move and to swallow smaller fish, but I can tell you with great confidence that there is nothing else. There is not some- some tangled, Desperate Housewives-esque drama playing itself out down there, damn it!"
Mac whistles through his teeth. "But, like... can you prove that? Can we be sure? Because science has only come so far-"
"Oh, I will not have this debate with you again!" Dennis inches his speed up just a bit in an effort to drown Mac out. "Are you determined to ruin fish for yourself by... by subscribing to the notion that they are capable of complex thought? You know how much fish we eat, Mac!"
"That's why I'm asking, dude!"
Dennis nudges the throttle up further, keeping his eyes trained on the water passing underneath them like sheets of polished glass.
"If they've got stuff going on up here," -he imagines Mac is pointing to his head, where quite clearly nothing is going on- "then maybe we should switch to duck or something, man!"
"Why- You- You think a duck thinks less than a fish?!" Dennis sputters.
He's almost up to 60 now.
"I'm not saying that for sure!" Mac transitions into shouting over the engine, the goddamn lunatic. "I'm just saying, flying back and forth every year seems like a waste of time!"
"Are you criticizing the migration of waterfowl?!"
"Well, why don't they just stay in the city, Dennis?! There's always food there!"
There's a rattling sound now, and Dennis assumes at first that it's a migraine forming from his teeth scraping together, but it's so loud and-
Ah, shit, it's the boat.
The needle on the speedometer starts creeping down despite the throttle being all the way up. Dennis adjusts it, as well as the trim, but the grinding only seems to intensify and the boat only gets slower. He checks to make sure the safety lanyard is still connected- which it is- and everything on the dash seems normal...
He can hear the music clearly once more. God, I wish I was sailing again, Jimmy Buffett mocks him.
"Uh, how much smoke is too much smoke for a boat?" Mac asks hesitantly. For once, it's actually a relevant question, and not some sort of riddle or existential crisis.
Dennis turns to look over his shoulder as the gauge creeps towards 20 and, yep, delightful, that's smoke.
"Did you suck something up?" he inquires rather stupidly.
"Yes, I absolutely did, and I did it on purpose," Dennis spits as he unhooks the lanyard and pulls the levers back down, "and you know what? I hope it was a fish, Mac, I hope it was the biggest, smartest fish in this entire goddamn river," -he hops up and paces towards the back, his heavy footsteps echoing off the sides of the boat- "with hopes and dreams and aspirations, a thousand times more superior than any duck! And I've just crushed it with the impeller like meat in a blender!"
"Why would you put meat in a...?"
Dennis rips the sunglasses from his face and tosses them to the floor. He doesn't know what else to take out his anger on.
"Is that the takeaway, Mac?!" he squawks, spinning back around to look at his idiotic fish face. This is why Poseidon is so engulfed with wrath all of the time! "Is that the one thing you choose to pick out of this entire situation?!"
Suddenly, Mac is on his feet and closing the distance between them. He has that pitying, holier-than-thou expression on his face, and for a moment, Dennis thinks he's going to pick a fight with him (and he would lose just like he'd lose to a bear!), until he feels steady hands clamp down on his shoulders.
"Den, listen to me," Mac says softly, lifting two fingers to point them back and forth between their eyes, "I'm with you. I'm on your side, man. Fish are stupid and they suck and we're gonna keep eating them, okay?" He lifts his palms to press them against Dennis' jaw. "But I need you to stay calm so we can figure this out."
Dennis should feel patronized and belittled, but he doesn't- he's simply stunned in place. His breathing is starting to steady, and he thinks he's nodding. Whatever Mac says or does next, he has a feeling he's going to believe him- even if he claims trout are capable of high-order thinking.
"Okay," is all he manages.
Mac parrots back, "Okay."
He gives Dennis a double-pat on the cheek before passing him to peer over the stern. There is utterly no chance he has any idea what he's looking at, but that doesn't stop him.
"Well, I don't see anything."
Ordinarily, Dennis would ask him what he expected to see- some sort of hook hand hanging off of the boat? Instead, he merely shrugs his shoulders.
He's oddly at peace with this. Jet-boating is kind of boring, anyways. It's nothing like a yacht, there are not nearly as many bachelorette parties waving to him as he'd envisioned, and there's next to nothing to see out here. There's a reason John McTiernan does not direct movies about flat water.
"I'm so sorry, Dennis," Mac apologizes, for some reason.
Now that they're floating sans engine, the smoke has died down, and there are no more ear-splitting scraping noises. Dennis would rather spend the night on this thing than hear that sound again- it's going to give him an even worse headache if he does.
"Just- open that up." Dennis gestures to one of the storage compartments.
Mac nods dutifully and does as requested, looking like he thinks it might lead to something he can repair. When it opens to a mound of ice and Coronas, he raises a surprised- but not displeased- eyebrow.
"Oh. All right."
Not two minutes later, they're sitting on the back row of the boat, beers in hand, having given up trying to remedy the situation. I'd Really Love To See You Tonight (absolute classic) is playing just as the sun is starting to set. They'll call for a tow once it gets dark- Dennis doesn't have the energy to think about it right now.
Mac's got his arm on the back of the seat, around Dennis, but not really touching him. There's much more space they could be utilizing, but this is fine. It makes it easier for Mac to open Dennis' beers for him, anyways.
"I think you should start paying for boats with money instead of charm, Den."
Dennis scoffs. He leans back onto Mac's arm as he takes another swig.
"I don't know..." he mutters, the ghost of a smile playing on his lips. You see, it really doesn't matter much to me, the speakers remind him. "This isn't so bad."
Mac chuckles through his nose. He doesn't object.
It's quiet for a while as Seals and Coley harmonize and Dennis polishes off the last of his drink. He discards the empty bottle, letting it roll until it meets up with his shattered sunglasses.
"You want me to get you another one?" Mac offers.
"No," he half-whispers and scoots a little closer- just to get comfortable. There's no sense in being uncomfortable.
Mac's hand rests on Dennis' shoulder, drawing him in gently.
"Okay," he whispers back.
He passes Dennis his own, half-empty beer. Without taking his eyes off of the sunset, Dennis takes a sip, then hands it back to Mac, who immediately does the same. They trade it back and forth a few times. Dennis hums I'm not talkin' 'bout moving in...
"Dennis?" Mac mumbles in his ear.
"... Yes?"
He could ask him anything in the world right now, and Dennis thinks he might give him a real, honest answer. He imagines the answer to a lot of those questions would be 'yes, I do, I'm just so scared to tell you'. He would really love to tell him tonight.
"How many pennies do think there are... in the river?"
Dennis takes another drink. He's too tired to argue. It's warm, the sky is amber-peach, the boat is rocking gently, Mac's arm is around him, there's a warm wind blowing, the stars are out, and I'd really love to see you tonight.
Dennis sighs.
"Just pennies," he replies, passing the beer back, "or are we talking all change?"
#the companion piece to mac buys a motorcycle!#it's finally done!!#unlike motorcycles i actually know how boats work but not newer ones so sorry if i got anything wrong#do y'all care if i mess up a description of a sea doo we're just here for the gay#it's always sunny in philadelphia#it's always sunny#iasip#dennis reynolds#mac mcdonald#macdennis#fics#my writing
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it’s me, back at it again with dead poets society as things my friends and i have said
Charlie:So Tom ended up leaving to go chase after fucking aliens and-
Knox:Wait who are we talking about?
Charlie:Tom, he left the band.
Knox:What band?
Meeks : Oh look a little plant!
Charlie : MaRiJuAnA
Charlie: Semicolon parenthesis
Meeks: You could have just said winky face.
Todd: (Just waking up) Fuck off god, I wanna sleep.
Neil: And that person weed on me yesterday
Charlie: *Thinking about the drug not the other thing*
Meeks and Neil: *thank teachers and professors for helping out at the thing*
Charlie: Shit I need to say something, the other two did...
Charlie: And I’d like to thank the weather for co-operating
Keating: *reading back of plate* And this belongs to ‘Stainless Steel.’ Who here is stainless steel?
Charlie: Das me *takes plate*
Frens: *arguing*
Pitts: can’T YOU SEE YOUR FIGHTING IS TEARING THIS FAMILY APART???
Cameron: I swear I’m the only person here who has not had a divorce
*Charlie Divorces Cameron on the spot*
Charlie: *tries to jump over the seat at the cinema*
Charlie: *trips*
Charlie: *faceplants*
Keating: Welcome to Year 8 Music, young shredders.
Charlie: Cameron can you shut up I’m trying to look at pictures of people I’m gay for.
Keating: How would you guys feel if you were the only kid in a class who couldn’t speak the language the lesson was being taught in?
Everyone: …
Knox: Miss my dad lived in Switzerland for a few years and he was fine
Keating: Y’know why that would be?
Knox: No
Keating: It’s because they speak English over there
Meeks: You’ve eaten so many of those things you’re gonna die
Charlie: WE’RE HERE FOR A GOOD TIME NOT A LONG TIME
Charlie: *falls off the low ropes and smashes into the ground*
Todd: oh shit are you ok
Charlie: I’VE MCFALLEN
Neil: Yeah, well we might have a McLawsuit on our hands soon
Meeks: Man, reef sharks are so cool
Cameron: no they kill like 20 million people a year
Charlie: population control dipshit
Charlie: *working on english homework outside locker
Charlie: HELL YEA I DID IT FUCK DETENTION!1!!1!1
Charlie: *tries leaping up to celebrate*
Charlie: *rams head first into a locker door*
Charlie: *falls* AH FUCK
*Practicing for the play*
Meeks: I have to sacrifice myself, it’s the only way to save her
Charlie: *trying not to cry* I can see your love for our daughter is greater than anything in the world
Meeks: Especially you
Charlie: Hashtag yes sir.
Keating: Hashtag lunchtime detention
Charlie: it’s warmer than one might expect
Keating: Very well put!
Charlie:Thanks! (to meeks) what the hell does that mean???
Pitts: Our plant, Gerald, has died, suddenly, for know reason. We can only assume Rick Astley himself killed him.
Charlie: *wakes up from a nightmare at 3 am*
Charlie: *Screaming* FUCKING YEET
Todd: I can’t get rid of the drawings on my leg!
Neil: Then don’t draw on your leg
Charlie: *at the same time* SCRUB HARDER!
*Todd arrives late*
Neil: WHY ARE YOU LATE?!
Meeks: TWENTY EIGHT STAB WOUNDS
Charlie: WHY DID YOU KILL YOUR HUSBAND
Todd: What?
Neil: Oh my God, this is the best party I’ve had in awhile.
*everyone awes*
Todd: But I’m here?!
Keating: Everyone seems to be kinda good at this. Except for Cameron, who’s hopeless.
Pitts: Anyone fancy going to the disco?
Charlie: Yes, let’s go ‘Panic’ at the Disco!
Everyone: *groans*
Charlie: I have split personalities. There is normal Charlie and Psycho Charlie
Todd: I have split personalities too. Normal me and extra special normal me
Pitts: I’m glad that someone is spreading rumours about me, because that means I’m not a nobody!
*Reading Charlie’s essay*
Meeks: This is only ten pages long and it’s already bad because it starts with ‘Shake my stick’.
Cameron: *falls out of bed*
Charlie: *continues to sleep*
Knox: Thats kinky!
Charlie: And gay! What more can you ask for in life?
Neil: *walks into maths* WHAT ARE WE DOING SIR
Teacher: MATHS
NEIL: I KNOW
Charlie:I’ve got 99 problems but a lolly shortage ain’t one of them
Cameron: Stop, you’re making me out to be a bad person
Todd: You are a bad person
Neil(filming a video): and this is Todd
Todd: ….what?
#dead poets society#anderperry#cheeks#charlie dalton#neil perry#todd anders#steven meeks#gerard pitts#knox overstreet#richard cameron#john keat
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VERY LONG CHARACTER SURVEY !!
RULES. repost , don’t reblog ! tag 10 ! good luck !
TAGGED. stolen !!!
TAGGING. anyone who wants to do this tbh cuz this is long as shit and i dont want anyone to do this who might not be able to aljdhfskjdhkj
BASICS.
FULL NAME : galo thymos
NICKNAME : himbo, idiot, rookie, newbie, #1 firefighting idiot
AGE : 21
BIRTHDAY : june 30
ETHNIC GROUP : japanese (+ korean / western european)
NATIONALITY : american
LANGUAGE / S : english / japanese / studied french and spanish
SEXUAL ORIENTATION : demisexual
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : biromantic
RELATIONSHIP STATUS : single
HOME TOWN / AREA : promeopolis (i envision this being around nyc / tri-state area)
CURRENT HOME : lives with older sister and niece
PROFESSION : firefighter, undergraduate student
PHYSICAL.
SKIN : pretty fair tan, but he sometimes appears a little darker than usual. his skin does a strange thing where it changes shade in different lighting. his skin is usually smooth, but right after getting finished with work, he sometimes is covered in dust and appears somewhat dried out.
EYES : slightly upturned, deep-set, wide and somewhat of an almond shape. irises are usually very round, and are a bluish-cyan color. pupils often alight with mischief. in intense lighting, you can see a little red dot reflecting off his eyes.
LIPS : pretty thin and nude, hard to notice. matches his skin tone very well. usually quite smooth. tends to get chapped after working.
COMPLEXION : pretty fair, but in different lighting, he can look a lot tanner than what he really is.
BLEMISHES : he has a few moles here and there, but overall his skin is fairly clear and clean. he doesn’t suffer from acne nearly as much as he did when he was in grade school.
SCARS : he has some tiny, barely noticeable acne scars on his face, chin, and neck. the most noticeable ones are on his left arm from when he was practically set alight by a burnish flame. these are thick and quote coarse, and can cause some discomfort when touched. he also has a very small nick in his left ear, which was how his sister identified him when he found her after being separated from their family after the burnish incident when he was a kid.
TATTOOS : an arrow that goes right below the nape of his neck to the middle of his back. the point is at about the small of his back, and there are a few decorations along the arrow.
HEIGHT : 6′0, 183 cm
WEIGHT : 165 lbs, ~75 kg
BUILD : very muscular, quite athletic. very beefy arms, strong chest, well-built abdominals. however, his thighs and waist are pretty thin and trim.
FEATURES : his most distinct features are his dramatic haircut and scars on his left arm, as well as the small white line on the outer helix of his left ear. his chest and shoulders are also quite broad in comparison to his rather thin waist.
ALLERGIES : slight peanut allergy, dust, pollen.
USUAL HAIR STYLE : undercut with a dramatic, spiky blue mohawk.
USUAL FACE LOOK : mischievous smile or smirk; sometimes looks a bit wistful, like he’s thinking about something.
USUAL CLOTHING : is normally shirtless, wearing thick red firefighter pants with a yellow “3.” most often wears black rubber boots, black gloves, ear lobe piercings, and an industrial piercing. sometimes wears a black tee-shirt.
PSYCHOLOGY.
FEAR / S : spiders, bugs, needles, being in love (kind of), losing his sister or niece, finding out his parents are dead.
ASPIRATION / S : to continue his firefighting career, to receive a masters in emergency medical technology / fire prevention & safety technology.
POSITIVE TRAITS : brave, caring, friendly, modest.
NEGATIVE TRAITS : daring, reckless, sensitive, over-attachment.
MBTI : entertainer (ESFP-A)
ZODIAC : cancer
TEMPEREMENT : choleric / sanguine
SOUL TYPE / S : performer
ANIMALS : zebra
VICE HABIT / S : twiddling thumbs, jiggling leg (usually the right), twirling & playing with hair, biting nails, chewing lips, swearing, sighing, pen clicking.
FAITH : none; would consider himself agnostic.
GHOSTS ? : yes.
AFTERLIFE ? : not sure.
REINCARNATION ? : not sure, but leaning towards no.
ALIENS ? : yes.
POLITICAL ALIGNMENT : independent, opinions slightly more left-leaning
EDUCATION LEVEL : graduate student
FAMILY.
FATHER : nikanor thymos
MOTHER : agape thymos
SIBLINGS : danai thymos (older sister)
EXTENDED FAMILY : james (ex-brother-in-law), aria (niece)
NAME MEANING / S : his first name is of an unknown meaning, but it could mean “from gaul” in greek. his last name comes from the greek word “thumos”, which means “spiritedness” or “the need of recognition.”
HISTORICAL CONNECTION ? : not that we know of, i think ???
FAVORITES.
BOOK : harry potter / hunger games
MOVIE : the lion king
5 SONGS : rick astley - never gonna give you up, lady gaga - born this way, beyonce - countdown, ariana grande - god is a woman, pitbull - timber (feat. kesha)
DEITY : zeus
HOLIDAY : christmas
MONTH : july
SEASON : summer
PLACE : his bedroom / the lounge at work
WEATHER : partly cloudy
SOUND : meditation sounds
SCENT / S : coffee, flowers, fresh baked desserts, fresh pizza, light cologne
TASTE / S : coffee, vanilla cake, milk chocolate, parmesan cheese, green tea anything tbh
FEEL / S : soft blankets, comfy pillows, loose-fitting clothes
ANIMAL / S : dogs
NUMBER : 13
COLORS : teal blue / flame red
EXTRA.
TALENTS : piano, singing, writing, linguistics, thinking quickly, firefighting
BAD AT : drawing (sort of), getting himself organized, following orders (sometimes)
TURN ONS : kindness, sensitivity, acceptance, openness, agreeableness
TURN OFFS : irresponsibility, lack of free time, ignorance
HOBBIES : piano, singing, writing (stories, poems, etc), karate
TROPES : ambiguously gay, antiquated linguistics, broken tears, calling your attacks, the chosen one, firemen are hot, going commando, hunk, idiot hero, innocently insensitive, large ham, mr. fanservice, oblivious to love, the protagonist, rookie red ranger, scars are forever, shonen hair, you gotta have blue hair (found here, there’s a lot more actually)
QUOTES : “medals are made to be awarded to and from people who deserve them.” / “you can’t just kill for no reason!” / “[i’m] the universe’s #1 firefighting idiot!”
MUN QUESTIONS.
Q1 : if you could write your character your way in their own movie , what would it be called , what style would it be filmed in , and what would it be about ?
A1 : honestly??? i think i would keep it the way it is, BUT i would like to have seen some more canonical information about galo’s family. as of right now, we know that kray saved him after his family was attacked by the burnish. if i were to direct a new movie about galo, i would focus it mainly on his family.
Q2 : what would their soundtrack / score sound like ?
A2 : i think it would be a mix of melancholic music as well as more upbeat stuff. on my blog’s main page there are links in the sidebar to both a soundtrack playlist as well as a pop music playlist; i definitely think it’s fair that a variety of genres would suit him and his experiences.
Q3 : why did you start writing this character ?
A3 : when i first watched promare, i was instantly drawn to this buffoon himbo. i’ve always had a thing for upbeat, energetic characters who are also quite caring and a bit dumb (which yes galo is very smart but he has his moments). while their personalities differ greatly (despite having the same personality type), he reminds me a lot of lance from vld, who i absolutely adore as well (and i also rp him too oops)
Q4 : what first attracted you to this character ?
A4 : again, probably his personality. while i’m not as energetic and upbeat as galo and i have a very, very different personality type than him, i feel like i definitely do understand him. i understand why he feels he needs to be overly confident, and i also have my moments where i just need to storm off and be alone. god i could write paragraphs and paragraphs about why i like galo but i wanna keep it short and sweet and just stick with those two points, which i consider to be the biggest points.
Q5 : describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse.
A5 : look, i know i said i liked confidence, but something about galo that annoys me is the fact that he can often seem too confident. like yeah he seemed pretty humble in that pizza scene at the beginning of the movie, but i can’t help but feel a twinge of annoyance towards people who put themselves right into the center of attention and be all like “yeah i know i’m great.” like my boy i love you but do u have to announce urself every time u appear on the scene??? and pls stop being so reckless u honestly might die too soon one of these days we want u to be around for us to enjoy u
Q6 : what do you have in common with your muse ?
A6 : i definitely feel like we both have our moments where we just need some peace and quiet. of course, everyone needs this, but when galo talked about running off when he was pissed reminded me of me; i tend to go and cool off and vent to myself if i’m annoyed about something. we’re both naturally people-oriented and love to be around others, even though galo likes being the center of attention a little bit more than myself.
Q7 : how does your muse feel about you ?
A7 : in the sense that if galo were real, i honestly think we would get along fairly well. we have different ways of dealing with things, but we have similar habits and personality traits. however when it comes to rp blogs, while i do like to headcanon things about my muses that mirror my own opinions and beliefs, i do consider the mun/muse relationship fairly symbiotic. we as real people can learn so much from fictional characters and in how we play them, and of course, the mun will determine some things about the muse that will deter from canon.
Q8 : what characters does your muse have interesting interactions with ?
A8 : i just started this blog and have had very minimal interactions, so it’s hard to say ! i’d say that an interaction with a kray muse would be the most interesting. part of me wants galo to forgive kray and to have a better relationship with him post-movie canon, but there’s still so much about galo and kray’s relationship pre-movie as well; what was their relationship like? was kray like a father to galo? how can i describe the psychological mindset that galo had after finding out that kray betrayed him? there’s so much about these two that i really want to discover and look at, while of course providing my own insight (cuz that’s what muns do, right?).
Q9 : what gives you inspiration to write your muse ?
A9 : i like to study galo’s actions in the movie, and try to find the underlying cause of the actions he takes. however, when it comes to headcanons, i will often think of a scene or an idea in my head and then internally apply it to galo and see if it works. this is usually what kindles my writing fire: the thoughts that often rush through my head.
Q10 : how long did this take you to complete ?
A10 : like two whole days lmao im so slow
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answering all the music asks i posted cause why not?
1. a song from the year you were born
Pictures of You by The Cure (probably one of the more decent ones that was popular at the time)
2. a song that reminds you of school
1979 by Smashing Pumpkins or maybe Heart Shaped Box by Nirvana and a bunch of bad alternative post grunge stuff that i used to absentmindedly listen to on the radio
3. a song tied to a specific moment in your life
Coin Operated Boy by The Dresden Dolls
4. a song that is not sung in your native language
Me voir un amie plurer by Jacques Brel, or maybe Cler Echel by Tinariwen
5. a song over 5 minutes long
O’Malley’s Bar by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds was the first thing that came to my mind, or maybe Bella Lugosi’s Dead by Bauhaus
6. a song under 2 minutes long
OOO by Karen O. It’s really beautiful and people should listen to it now.
7. an instrumental
For Belgian Friends by Durutti Column
8. a classical piece
The Wedding Organ song
9. a song with no percussion
Waste of Paint by Bright Eyes
10. something you’ve heard performed live
I mean, it’s not my favoritest thing in the world, but Blue Oyster Cult’s ‘Don’t Fear the Reaper’ is pretty well known by pretty much everyone
11. something you’d give ANYTHING to hear performed live
I think actually seeing The Doors play some of their songs at their peak would have been spectacular
12. a song by an artist who’s from where you’re from (town/city/state/country)
Well, Idaho pretty well sucks when it comes to arts. But Built To Spill came from Idaho and I’ve always been pretty fond of their song Canned Oxygen
13. a song made suddenly precious because of a special someone
Oh my god this is corny, but Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley was something Josh and I used to have fun listening to - it was partially sarcastic and partly because we genuinely liked cheesy 80′s hits more than we wanted to tell anyone
14. a song made suddenly awful because of a special someone
Zack pretty much ruined anything by Alice in Chains for me. I was never a big fan or anything, and i have respect for what they were doing at the time, but when people try to sound like Alice in Chains it grosses me out. Only Alice in Chains can be Alice in Chains.
15. something to BELT SHAMELESSLY/do DIVA HANDS to
Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen of fucking course
Maybe Careful Who You Dance With by Parenthetical Girls
16. something to SCREAM ALONG to
For Real by Okkervil River, or I Luv the Valley OH! by Xiu Xiu
17. a song for raging
Bite the Hand that Feeds, or Everyday is Exactly the same, both by Nine Inch Nails
18. a song that demands lipsyncing into a makeshift microphone
this isn’t something i think about too often so the only things that come to mind at the top of my head are all cliche and i don’t want to mention it
19. the last song you had stuck in your head
Elegant Chaos by Julian Cope
20. a song you’re dying to master all the words to
secretly i wish i knew all the lyrics perfectly well to the entire Hamilton musical and i pretty much do, but not quite yet. I don’t understand all the lyrics of Death Grips songs. I am not dying for any of this though because if i wanted to I could know most of it in a matter of a few weeks.
21. a song that you could SLAY at karaoke
eh. I could slay nothing. But i’ve practiced this absurd Morrissey routine from his early Smiths days and i pretend to dance like him just to make my sister laugh
22. a song you can’t help but dance to
Dancing With Myself by Billy Idol
Maybe Fell in Love with a Girl or The Hardest Button to Button by The White Stripes
23. a song that makes you want to dance on a table
Life of an Office Worker by Momus. Maybe Raised Right Man by Tom Waits or American Garbage by AJJ
24. a song that makes you wanna STRIP
I don’t want to strip. But if i did strip i would pick old 20′s, 30′s and 40′s tunes just to be weird.
25. a song with a great music video
There There by Radiohead
26. a song that makes you act out the music video when you hear it
pshaw, i don’t ever do this
27. a song with counting
Roadrunner by Jonathan Richman
28. a song with spelling
Loverman by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
29. a song with lots of clapping
Black Balloon by The Kills
30. a song 40 years older than you
I looked it up and it appears that Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer is from that year
31. a song you wish your parents didn’t know the words to
a lot of the Beatles songs. My father does a miserable impression of John Lennon
32. a song whose lyrics shocked you once you were old enough to understand them
it didn’t exactly shock me, nor is it my favoritest song in the world, but Bruce Springsteen's song Born in the USA isn’t some validating anthem that is all republicany and pro America in the way people have always used it. I grew up with the notion that it was understandably, as i am sure many did.
33. a song you have ZERO patience for
certain kinds of really lame pop rock that’s on the radio. There is this song (and i just had to look it up because i didn’t know who did it) by James Arthur called Say You Won’t Let Go, and it played over and over and fucking over on the factory floor and when i hear it i want to die because it’s extremely bland to me
34. a song you’d like your favorite artist to cover
I mean, i don’t feel like anyone should cover something they don’t want to. I have no specific ideas on this
35. a great song you discovered thanks to a movie
there are some cliche songs i have found because of movies and i really want to avoid mentioning those ones. I do have to admit to everyone though that School Of Rock with Jack Black in it was probably where i first heard Moonage Daydream by David Bowie. And Substitute by The Who.
36. a great song you discovered thanks to television
I heard Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby on The Handmaid’s Tale and i pretty much fell in love with it
37. a song you’re ashamed to have in your music library
I am not exactly ashamed of it, because actually she’s a fucking amazing lady, but I feel like my family and friends are a little surprised to find out how much i actually like Peaches’ Fuck the Pain Away
38. ok what’s the song you were too ashamed to even post for #37
there are a few of the Eagles hits that me and my mom used to sing together. They are really lame, but i think about good times with my mom and so i really can’t dismiss them,
39. the most played song in your music library
That doesn’t show. But i am sure it would have to be I Know It’s Over by The Smiths because I had a devastating experience in my life where i romantically lost someone and I spent three weeks in bed with it on repeat. And i still like that song. I am not tired of it yet.
40. favorite disney song
You know, i think i liked that song that the prince and snow white sang together. I always sort of laugh when the Prince belts out from nowhere ‘Now That I Found You, Here’s What I Have to SAAaaaayYYYYY!!’ It’s pretty fancy stuff.
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2/27/2021
HELLO AGAIN! I’m not dead. sorry I haven’t posted I was just been busy for the past week. nothing really new happening, I’ve been playing a lot of Minecraft and I have been catching up on my school work. I did paint the back of my skateboard....but it look pretty shitty maybe I’ve put some stickers on it or something. James sent me some memes about rick Astley, Delfino is trying to talk to me again after what happened on valentine’s day. I’m kind of scared to talk to him again, I think what happened really did hurt our friendship and that’s why he didn’t talk to me for a while. but on the other hand I think I’ve been becoming good friends with my main group, normally I wouldn’t get angry at them but I do now. I know it sounds super weird saying getting angry at your friends is a good thing but to me it mean I opened up to them and I don’t need to hide my self in front of them. I don’t need to fake my emotions for once. as a little kid I always did that so other would be happier.
I also did hear good news, my high school is opening back up soon, they’re hoping on April 5. It would be great to get out of the house and breathing in some fresh air! well that’s all I have for now, talk to you later.
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