#william returning - crap

[blacklister214]

4x06: Patrick and Eliza: Game, Set, Match

It's funny because when I got on this ship Season 2, I legitimately didn't believe it had a prayer. The title is Miss Scarlet and the Duke, for heaven's sake. Now though...any ending that isn't Eliza and Patrick is crap. As for the title...the Duke was always in small letters. He's in the background, BEHIND her. He is an important part of her backstory. That doesn't make him her future.

SPOILERS BELOW!

Let's just go over some of the stuff from the episode.

More Partner Power in the cold open. The sound like an old married couple. They prepare to fight the criminal together.

Patrick staring at Eliza center stage taking applause from the men with so much damn pride.

Eliza demonstrating a willingness to share credit with him and the men. She is absorbing Patrick's lessons like a sponge, both there and with Potts later.

He takes her to the race track and she agree with almost no cajoling needed. This is so much cooler than dinner with William, because dinner is a traditional female outing. Patrick is sharing his hobbies, and not giving a damn about societal convention.

Eliza says the thing that has always made Nash such a favorite of mine: He has faith in her when no one does. Not her father, not Ivy, not William.

She is able to stop Patrick from murdering his brother's killer with the simple words, "You are my friend." Eight years of waiting and planning for this moment, and the knowledge he is important to Eliza is enough to stay his hand.

He apologizes to her. She interfered with his plan when he asked her not to. Prevented his revenge and escape to the continent. He is facing jail time. He just saved her life. AND HE APPOLOGIZES TO HER! Try to imagine William doing that. I dare you.

He tries to make HER FEEL BETTER. Once again he is IN JAIL facing serious prison time as a PRIVATE DETECTIVE who has put men in there. Yet, he puts on a brave face and assumes an optimistic air. He uses his old joke about his good looks and her brains. All to sooth her as much as he can, while he can.

Her thinking him a good person is desperately important to him.

He'll "always keep trying." Patrick never quits, his commitment is absolute. That is what Eliza needs, because life with her will never be easy.

She takes his hand. Eliza isn't much of a comforter, and as she looks at him there is grief she can't or won't speak. So instead she take his hand to tell him without words how much she cares.

I'm sorry, but William on his best day, will never top this. Some people might say that the writers have clearly written Patrick off with this storyline. I say however the writers have perfectly tee-ed up the end of the love triangle.

William will return next season to a changed Eliza, one that has learned, thanks to her growth with Patrick, how to function as a PI perfectly well without him. Detective Fitzroy won't need him anymore either, having finally stopped caring about his father and earning the respect of his fellow officers. The icing on the cake though I think will be Patrick's trial.

I suspect Eliza is going to perjure herself to get Patrick released, possibly even blackmail some people. She going to 1) risk her license and 2) offend William. William as a police office takes the law very seriously. Eliza, when push comes to shove, is going to save her partner by any means necessary. Patrick, I further predict will also discourage her from involving herself and risking her future as a detective. More over I think he will try to get William to stop her, hopefully resulting in a frank discussion during which William will release the extent of Patrick's feelings for Eliza.

William will finally realise the truth, that though they may love each other, they don't belong together. To Glasgow or back to America will go William. Patrick will be released and from there onto more Patrick/Eliza investigations.

#patrick nash #miss scarlet and the duke #eliza scarlet #predictions #season 5 #william wellington

[ko-garashi]

What are your headcannons?? 👀

Well, here are my headcanons about William Birkin's post-mutation (if there was one, of course):

- Probably the first and most important thing is the lack of the ability to independently restrain the human species. Due to the fact that the G-virus is not stable in its mutation, William has to take injections to contain the virus. They don't cure it, they just make the virus more dormant.

- William has a constant headache and painkillers do little to help him. But he retains his mental abilities as before.

- Post-mutation William is more aggressive and hot-tempered. Although he tries to control himself in order to remain as cool-blooded as possible and not mutate from any little thing that pisses him off. And by the way, he copes with this successfully.

- By the way! He returns to his mutated form if he misses a dose of the drug, or if he feels severe stress (any strong negative emotion). As well as various more tangible injuries. No, of course, it’s unlikely that it will suddenly mutate from a cut on the arm, but if the wound is serious... (it’s important that it’s just a wound and not an amputation).

- In addition, William does not age much externally and internally, or rather, his process is too slow to seem obvious (again, this is not 100%, because the virus is in him, but at the same time it is partially blocked by the serum).

- And about regeneration! If he loses a limb, it will take him a long time, but the G-virus will restore everything back. (with a simple wound, the body will only generate cells at the site where these cells are lost. And if there is no limb, then it will take longer to expend strength and time. Therefore, it is easier for the body to mutate from a wound than from amputation... But does this apply to the head? I doubt it. And I don’t want to check what will happen if you separate the head. He’s not a designer, right?)

- And he also has a fairly accelerated metabolism due to the virus in him. That's why he's often hungry.

- William can turn back from mutation to the human form only in the G1 phase. The longer he remains in mutation and mutates, the more his consciousness will become confused and lost until it is completely erased. Therefore, he is afraid to use the mutation and does not do it often.

- He is basically afraid of his mutation, and not even because it is not stable, but because William is afraid that he will lose himself.

- William's right eye is damaged by mutations and he periodically has difficulty seeing with it in human form. (I still haven’t figured out how to justify this... It seems that not all of us would feel good if strange metamorphoses happened before our eyes)

- His mutation sites are covered with scars reminiscent of burn scars. At first he was very complex about it, but then he got used to it.

- His scars often itch. Like a swarm of little ants under the skin.

- Even in human form, William has sufficiently developed strength. Of course, he is not as fast as Wesker and in his human condition he will not be able to beat the crap out of someone (along with internal organs), but still.

- Each time during the process of mutation and return to human form, William experiences unbearable pain in his body. It's like you're being torn into so many pieces.

(if one day I have more headcanons, I will add to the list)

#resident evil #rebhfun #my headcanons #headcanon #william birkin #birkinpostg #re birkin #wet man #Yes #that's him in the comic #biohazard #capcom #i love him sooooo much #my pookie #re2 #what if #g virus #post canon

[snifflesthemouse]

WHY DOESN’T HARRY WANT HIS CHILDREN TO PAY FEALTY TO HIS FATHER, THE KING? WHY ARE THEY ‘PRINCE’ AND ‘PRINCESS’, BUT THEY DO NOT HAVE TO SWEAR AN OATH TO THEIR MONARCH?

Hello to all You Lovely Readers!

Before we begin, I just wanted to thank all of you for your love, support, and comments! I may not get the chance to reply to all of them, but I cherish every single one. Time is the most valuable resource, and readers are the most valued asset to a writer! This author has by far the BEST READERS!

Now, let’s begin with something that has been on my mind lately.

Why wouldn’t Harry and Meghan want their children to pay fealty to their grandfather, the King? I understand Meghan not doing it, as she is an American citizen and never became a dual citizen. But her children are, from my understanding. They want the children to use those monetary – oops, I meant hereditary- titles… but they don’t want them there? This tells me everything about this whole fiasco regarding the invitations.

People like Harry and Meghan can’t help themselves. There is absolutely no situation where a narcissistic psychopath (or sociopath) would pass up an opportunity like this… UNLESS they got something more valuable in return for staying home. Especially since it’s their “first child’s birthday” the same day.

The media suggests that Harry will be in and out and home by dinner. Then why go? He went because there was a trade-off most likely. Neither would ever desire the time away from one another for fear of weakening the control links. She let him go over there to try and face-to-face pressure him a couple weeks ago when he showed up for a court case he didn’t need to be there for. Her kids on the balcony was worth more to her than him potentially cheating on her with an ex or getting de-programmed.

ANY TIME a narcissistic psychopath or sociopath risks the deprogramming of their mark from an outside source, they either will benefit more from the risk, or they are making moves to move on.

The CDAN blinds suggest he spent an hour talking to an ex on another person’s phone. Why? They also suggest a half-in-half-out scenario where Harry will work alone as a half-timer for the Royal Family… I don’t buy that, and it would shock me. I’m not bashing CDAN, as I read them often. I am questioning the intel sources.

Here’s what everyone forgets. A narcissistic psychopath will believe in himself regardless. I appreciate some media personalities saying Meghan has a fear of being irrelevant, but that is not how these minds work. They have no fears or shame. They believe they are above it and everyone else is beneath them. They won’t cave like you think.

Meghan most likely wasn’t ever invited to the Coronation. The media suggests she refused the invite, but she’s only pushing that via PR to save face with the Sussex Squaddies. Remember, she keeps the Squaddies in the divorce. They are already talking mad crap about Harry right now. Everyone says a divorce will take a while, and it may. BUT…

People like Harry and Meghan are irrational thinkers who are inherently impulsive. We saw this with Megxit. They could’ve probably had their cake and eaten it, too, had they been patient with Her Majesty. But Her Majesty wasn’t afforded the luxury of compromise, was she?

The Royal Family has been planning these upcoming changes for a while now, and Harry could’ve been the perfect guinea pig to see how people would accept a half-in scenario for other working royals one day who may be children now. He could’ve been an asset, but the impulsivity ruined his chances. Not his wife. She just exacerbated them.

With Meghan now in California, she has an absolute zero chance of changing minds or whittling away at anything. Robert Johnson tells us that the Queen was so concerned about leaking because of Meghan and Harry, that she had the Sandringham library swept for bugs. Meghan couldn’t attend via Zoom because they didn’t trust the line. Charles and William made a pact to never speak to Harry alone.

DO YOU REALLY THINK THESE PEOPLE WILL EVER BE ALLOWED BACK INTO ANY PALACE TOGETHER? WITHOUT the Palace taking an offensive approach to stop leaks? They aren’t trusted. They aren’t wanted. I bet Harry agreed to go and she stayed in exchange for saving face because she was never really invited anyway, that the invite only extended to him either way.

So if that is true, why wouldn’t the King want his grandchildren to come with Harry? It would suggest that they either had no choice, or they knew something that would make that decision less hard to make (i.e. why invite a stranger with no blood ties to a wedding?) Yeah, they are too young to be apart of the TV nonsense and behavior plays a roll and all that. But for them to not come at all? His birthday would be the best day to see his grandfather.

It makes the rumors regarding Meghan photographing Catherine and William’s home (and children) seem even more true. Which brings me to this thought…

What if the whole ordeal of Megxit was a culmination of several events, with the straw-breaking moment being the pregnancy announcement? Think about it. We all know the oddities surrounding the pregnancy. Meghan probably planned to do it that way so she could sow an excuse out of the clues. She planned to create strife to excuse their presence so she could hide the truth in America. Claim racism, run to the US, and nobody is reminded of the oddities. That’s definitely one theory…

Or, they found them out and told them that they would be phased out if they didn’t take full responsibility. When they refused, they decided to try to get ahead of it all by launching that now-worthless website, Sussex Royal. The Royal Family will NEVER allow them to look compliant if there were shenanigans regarding those children. They’d be just as responsible.

Meghan let Harry go alone so she could start the next phase of her own plan. He’s probably double-crossing planning, too. They are two sides of the same coin. Harry could easily go back to his family and say, “Let’s throw her under the bus. Let me expose her for who she is. People already believe that she’s to blame. Let her be.” The Firm could work with that, for a way back for Harry alone. But…

I don’t believe these excuses they paint that Harry was lovestruck and besotted to stupidity. Yes, it is possible. I know firsthand, everyone. FIRST HAND. At the same time, people miss things because they excuse them. If we stop excusing Harry’s actions and start looking at them, we see his MO.

He cares more about destroying the Monarchy because he feels wronged. Remember, psychopathic/sociopathic narcissists don’t find fault or fear in anything regarding themselves. They aren’t scared of not being loved or in power because they assume it is already theirs. They assume everyone else is just slow to come around, and they just need to be shown the way, the truth.

If it sounds cultish, it is because it is. These two deserve each other, and they will only self-implode. Deepak Chopra already revealed that Harry and Meghan are struggling. Meghan has aligned herself with people that could care less about right or wrong if they see a way to monetize the drama or interest. These people want Harry, not her. But if he is not willing to play the role or walk back some of the statements made… they will ensure he is part of the problem instead of part of the victim gang.

EVERYTHING Meghan leaks to the US press is used to stage her next moves and plans. Awards stroke the ego and keep her in the press. Conflict keeps her in the press. Anything to keep her name on the lips of all of us.

If we really really wanted to end them, we’d abandon them both and never mention their names again. We would pick up on other noteworthy Royals and talk about them instead. They need us. Remember, the majority of the Squad are paid influencers. They get no money, they have no reason to stick around. Only the fanatic die-hards will stay put.

If I were Meghan, I would turn this into a phoenix rising moment. She has to stick to her guns and lies about the racism and drama, or she loses what little credibility she has left. She could catapult into stardom by taking a “stand” if she really wanted to convince people.

Sorry this is long and a little uneditied, as I am packing a suitcase in between thoughts. Don’t buy into this narrative that she refused the invite. Those chances are slim. Cons always work best in person. It takes skills she is lacking to be successful virtually. They are both lacking those skills, best believe that.

ALL OF THIS IS MY OWN OPINIONS AND SPECULATIVE BASED ON MY OWN EXPERIENCES. I’M NOT A PROFESSIONAL, AND I DON’T MIND IF YOU THINK I’M FULL OF IT. DON’T TAKE WHAT I SAY FOR GOSPEL. DON’T TAKE WHAT ANYONE SAYS FOR GOSPEL.

I love you all, and I will be writing again soon!

[smilingangel582]

Hii coming back to yuukoku no moriarty

I enjoyed that so much and also... Next week I'm probably gonna take a break cuz my birthday is coming on 19th this month hehe so I may sneak a few fics here and there

Enjoyyy ps spoilers for moriarty the patriot

Summary: Sherlock enjoys the phrase William always uses when he wants to catch him. But fortunately for him and unfortunately for Will Sherlock has a another thing he desires...

Me? Beg how absurd!

"Pleease Liam!"

Silence.

"Just one time... Trust me I won't ask u to say it too much!"

Sighing, William James Moriarty gave him a tired look as he stopped his attempts to grade the papers piled up on his desk. Aparantly a certain childish detective wishes an audience from him and so far he was able to entertain me (undeniably even himself).

So far the phrase 'catch me if u can' Brough some sense of happiness however it doesn't stop there.

When he gives Sherlock an inch he takes a mile.

"For God's sake, I can't beg without a reason Mr. Holmes"

"I know, I know... but it sounds almost as arousing as that line! Please... just once"

"No..." Shaking his head, Will returns to his work, and the detective pouts look a bit immature in his actions.

"Alright fine, I'll make u beg!"

Will shrugs now and notices Sherlock constantly trying to loom over him, perhaps distracting him. "Behave... like a good detective"

"Ugh, fine..." he sits back down, and that made Will chuckle in amusement, seeing how he resembles a child there.

Sherlock thinks harder and attempts to slide a foot over his leg as he thought accidently hitting his leg "Sorry..."

But thats a good idea... he purposefully crosses his legs again and hitting him gently, on purpose.

Will notices this and ignores though it is irritating. Now Sherlock smirks "Oh Liam what's that? Your brow twitched... wanna beg me to stop?"

"Do you think that makes me wanna beg? Mr. Holmes, I expected u to read the situation well, but... ah!" He flinched so hard that the pen drops on the desk. The pointy tip of Sherlock's shoe slides up his shin and that caught his attention unfavourably.

"Something wrong?" He grins now gently sliding up his knee and Will backs off to shrug off the touch "What...? You OK?"

"Crap... Holmes don't-!" He stumbles back again and glares "stop it..."

"My, I haven't seen a look like that, my sweet Liam." he comes forward, "What? You like me to do... this?" He slides his hand up his hips, and Will backs to a corner, suddenly letting a reaction unexpected and something which Sherlock didn't intend to get from him.

"Wait... are you ticklish?"

Blushing Will frowns "No... why?"

Sherlock grins now "I was trying to make u moan but it seems something even better will make u beg..."

"Wait-" he gasped now grabbing his wrists "Don't... hehe uhuh Sheherlock!"

"Oh? This..." squeezing his waist making a giggle slip past his lips, "I don't see why it bothers you, Mr. Not ticklish?"

"Wahahait, sehehriously haha... Sheherlock!" He squeaked now and then Sherlock perked his ears "Was that begging I hear?"

"Nohoho! It's hehehe, a command!" He giggles, sinking back against the wall weak to it already.

Laughing, Sherlock couldn't help but tease. "Bloody hell, Liam, how could the Lord of crimes even be intimidating if you're so giggly and adorable?" He chuckled, now pinching his ribs more prominently, making him cackle back."Is a tickle all that it takes to break you?"

Giggling but nothing to say so Sherlock crawls his fingers up the top ribs. "What's under here~?"

"Ahahaha pl-" he instantly closes his lips, but that doesn't go unnoticed by the detective. He grins like a child. "Oho... was that that I think it was... soooo closee!"

Will squirms now, "Whahatever dihihid you hehehear you mahahahan chihihild?"

Pause, and it was at this moment this professor knew, he messed up.

"AHAHAHA WAHAHAIT! JEEHEHEHEZ! AHAHAHA HOHOHOLMES!"

"Ooof..." he winces playfully at Will's predicament as he tickled his armpits "Didn't see that coming did ya?"

"EHEHENOUGH! STAHAHAHAP THAT! FOHOHOOL!"

Shaking his head "Oh no sweetheart, you should beg not order... I'm tickling you till you beg for mercy!"

After a while or torturous processing his decision he gave up. Will can never handle tickles and teases, especially from this menace. He cried out desperately "HAHAHA PLEHEHEHASE! STAHAHAP AHAHA MEHEHERCY!"

Fingers stopped and Will gasps for breath, flushed and tired, he didn't look like the calm professor anyone assumed he was before now that... he's well tickled pink.

"Ahaha, gohosh, you're ahaha trickster!" He giggles a bit and notices Sherlock suddenly in awe, "Liam...well..."

"Whahat?"

"I think I have a kink in listening to you beg like that..." he said it with a blank face and Will frowns with a groan "Huh? My word...surely you jest..."

Grinning, he leaned forward. "That's even more satisfying than that line you used!"

"Whatever... just let me have a break, aha, " he waves a hand and Sherlock grins "what? So that means I can do it again?"

"Ha! Try again? This was unprepared, next time I won't make a single implore!"

"Again? You liked that, didn't you, Liam?"

"Oh hush! I got work, so leave, " but a smile remains as he pushes his face gently.

#ticklish!william #tickle fic #cute #fluff #yuukoku no moriarty #william james moriarty #ler sherlock #sherlock holmes #moriarty the patriot

[guerrerense]

Cataract Falls por William Diehl Por Flickr: www.bigdiehlphoto.com/Trains/Durango/DSNG-The-2010s-/i-zs... Trying to find some photos to try and open my Etsy store, I realize 'Holy crap, I don't have this on Flickr...?' Anyways, it's May of 2009, and the runoff in Colorado's San Juan Mountains is high as the first scheduled (albeit, unscheduled in the regular timetable) train enters Baker's Park and Silverton on the first of May. The following day will bring upon the return of the regularly scheduled train, but today, we find K-28 #473, built for the Denver and Rio Grande Western eighty-six years earlier by the American Locomotive Works (ALCO) in 1923.

[beevean]

The Megamind 2 thing is giving me deja vu of the time when Disney would release unreleased episodes of TV series and pilots in order to pass them off as full fledged direct-to-video movie sequels. Return of Jafar, being the only one where it's TV series it was a dressed up pilot episode of actually going through. But at least Disney got the original voice actors to reprise their roles, with the exception of Robin Williams as Genie for well documented reasons.

But, just like you said, 14 years too late for DreamWorks to cheaply capitalize on Megamind. The demographic who watched it in their childhood are now older enough to smoke and drink, and the first movie is remembered so fondly that giving people something vastly inferior over a decade later is distrasous. So even in terms of cheapo cashgrabs, it's gets to the point where you gotta ask: Who was this seriously for?

continued- Crap, I forgot that Lilo & Stitch was also a movie that got a TV pilot direct-to-sequel that actually went somewhere.

I was exactly thinking of that 2000s period where Disney "sequels" were very obvious pilots for animated series (and often made with a budget that was maybe 1/10th of the original movie). Oh poor Beauty and the Beast.

Some sequels weren't bad and they made sense. The Lion King 2 explored the ramifications of Scars' reign. Peter Pan 2 had a wonderful idea of contrasting the first movie's "fun of childhood" theme by having a protagonist who had to grow up too quickly. Others were... definitely forced, like The Hunchback of Notre Dame 2 which only exists to give Quasimodo his "deserved" gf :V

(Didn't Kronk's New Groove also went somewhere? Kind of? It got a short TV series lol)

Anyway, I really thought we were over this phase. There's a reason very few Disney sequels are fondly remembered, so I don't understand why Dreamworks decided to hop on the train as well.

[sweetblinginrose]

𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗻𝘂𝘁,

(Billy Hargrove x fem¡OCMayfield)

Samantha Danielle Mayfield finally decides to move to Hawkins with her sister and mother, as well as her mother's new husband and his arrogant son, William "Billy" Hargrove. What they are unaware of is that, gradually, these step-siblings will discover that the line between contempt and passion is more fragile than they supposed, and what begins as shared hostility turns into an intense and undeniable attraction that both find themselves unable to reject.

warnings: read at your own risk, as it includes a continuous sexual environment, profanity, mention of death and suicide, stepsibling relationship, sex, and all its derivatives.

autor’s note: this work is entirely my own creation. that is to say, i have not based it on anyone else, so any resemblance to any other work is purely coincidental, as i have been using this format for all my stories since 2019. i hope you enjoy the story. if you find any translation errors, something you don't understand, or similar, please let me know :p

Chapter one

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Chapter two: Fade To Black - Metallica

Neil and the sisters' mother had left for California, as they needed to handle some paperwork related to the Hargrove family's old residence. It was important to have an in-person conversation with the lawyer. Consequently, they would be back in less than a couple of hours. For Sam, this translated to the freedom to sleep all day without being bothered by anyone.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the couple woke up the boys to inform them of their departure, mentioning that they would return in the early morning. After that, everyone seemed to fall back asleep. The older siblings were tasked with supervising Max, a duty that didn't seem challenging.

Samantha easily slipped into sleep. Final exams had concluded, summer vacation was around the corner, and the air conditioning in her room promised refuge from the summer heat. She discarded her pants, leaving her in underwear and an oversized T-shirt, and nestled under the sheets in an idyllic climate. However, the teenage girl's perfect plan was interrupted when, in her dream, Billy emerged wearing his ridiculous oversized blue tracksuit. This time, it appeared even more comically large, and the music blared until it felt like Sam's eardrums would burst, abruptly waking her up. The strident melody wasn't part of her dream; it emanated from the room next door. Billy's room.

The volume was excessive.

Sam tried to ignore it, not wanting any confrontation today. In fact, she had considered completely ignoring Billy's existence during this period. She attempted to drown out the sound with her pillows, but after several failed attempts, she jumped out of bed, ripped off her sleep mask, and flung it to the other side of the room. It collided with a poster featuring Tom Cruise's face, adorned with lipstick marks on his massive cheek. Angrily, she grabbed the clock that read nine-thirty in the morning.

"Does this imbecile have no brain?" she muttered aloud, delivering a blow to the alarm clock. The battery popped out, rolling under the bed.

With resounding steps, she marched toward her door, which she flung open with such force that it slammed against the wall, enlarging the existing hole with each slam. But that was inconsequential at the moment. What truly mattered was throttling Billy until he was breathless. Samantha advanced down the hallway, possessed by rage, until she reached her stepbrother's door. She pounded on it frantically, demanding that he either lower the music volume or turn it off altogether. After a series of forceful knocks and numerous unanswered shouts, she decided to swing the door open abruptly, not anticipating the scene that awaited her on the other side.

"Billy, I'm sick of you blasting music at these hours... Oh, crap!" Sam burst into the room, her eyes narrowed in fury, words pouring out rapidly. As she opened her eyes wider, she was met with an unusually peculiar sight...

The expanding wave of moans and lascivious sounds, both male and female, was unleashed, intertwined with powerful music, completely flooding the house, not limited only to the bedroom. Among these gasps, those of a blonde who shared Billy's presence stood out. The young woman lay naked, reclined on the bed, which, along with the sheets, seemed to inexorably slide down, although at that moment, surely, that was not her main concern. Although her bust was quite small, it bounced in an unexpected way. They looked like...flan. Billy's fingers sank into her waist, squeezing with an intensity as if his life depended on them. However, the problem was that Sam had caught Billy in the act of carnal activity, that is, fucking. She had contemplated the sweat that soaked his body, slightly dampening his hair, adhered to his forehead and neck; the deep growls that escaped from his lips; the vigorous and fast movement of his hips and the roar that emanated from them; the expression of concentration that manifested itself in his firm bite on his lower lip, and in his eyes, those that said everything, which met Samantha's just as she opened them, unleashing an involuntary scream from both of them.

"Damn it, Samantha! Don't you know how to knock on the damn door?! Get lost!" he exclaimed with a startled and hoarse voice, covering himself as best he could with the sheet that, as it fell with the girl, didn't mind at all that his companion was completely uncovered. He quickly threw a magazine, which landed right on the young woman's shoulder, who closed the door probably at a speed faster than light.

Samantha was frozen, contemplating the white wooden door, marked with several scratches and holes from the punches given by Billy's anger from the inside, reflecting on what had happened and how to erase that moment from her mind.

"Holy shit..." she gasped. It was the only thing that could come out of her lips at that moment.

"What's going on?" Max asked behind her, yawning and startling her, almost causing her a heart attack.

"I just woke up because of the screams. Are you fighting again?" she innocently asked her older sister, assuming that everything came down to a usual argument, and without hesitating to side with her.

Sam nodded and smiled. That was all she did.

"Why don't you prepare breakfast today? I... I have to go to the bathroom, yes." The young woman sneaked off, reaching the bathroom and closing it with a bolt, leaning her hands on the sink as she stared at herself in the mirror. She began to lift her shirt and compare herself with the figure of the blonde she had seen, because Sam believed her breasts were small, but upon seeing them, she changed her mind. What Samantha ignored was that her distorted perception of her body was leading her to see herself that way, given the insults received from her former friends and, now, Billy, when in reality she had an enviable figure.

After washing her face, she decided to use the toilet before going to breakfast, realizing that she had wet her underwear while remembering the scene with her stepbrother. She couldn't believe it. It all seemed like a lie to her.

"What's happening to me?" she wondered, putting her hand on her forehead to check for a fever.

A few moments later, Sam perceived voices coming from the bathroom window that faced the street. She interrupted her actions to look out cautiously, watching as the young blonde, whom she had seen in Billy's room just minutes ago, had a heated argument with her stepbrother, who had just received a slap.

"You promised me we would be alone, you jerk," the girl's voice echoed in the distance as she got into her car and drove away from the Hargrove residence, extending her middle finger in a defiant gesture through the window, gradually disappearing on the horizon. Samantha felt a deep relief confirming that the girl had left. She exhaled deeply and left the bathroom with the intention of tasting the aroma that had attracted her so much: waffles freshly made by Max. However, upon leaving, she came face to face with Billy, who appeared before her wearing only a towel around his hips and a cigarette between his lips. His skin was so covered in sweat that it gave the impression of having just emerged from the shower.

"Move," he demanded with authority, firmly grpping the girl's arm and moving her on his own, making one of her breasts rub against his wet bicep.

"Don't touch me, Billy," threatened the girl, a little uncomfortable with everything that had happened earlier, walking away from there towards the kitchen.

#Spotify #step brothers #stranger things 3 #stranger things 2 #stranger things #stranger #things #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove x original character #billy hargrove #billy #billy hargove x reader #billy hargove imagine #william hargrove #neil hargrove #hargrove #max mayfield #mayfield #fanfic #enemies to lovers #oc character #oc #new in tumblr

[bioticbooty]

Snippet Sunday Wednesday

Tagged by @swaps55 like two weeks ago but my life is a chaos fire!

Since it's not actually Sunday anymore, I'm future tagging @ad-astra13, @cr-noble-writes, @elaadens, and anyone else who wants to have an excuse to post immediately come Sunday morning.

From The Great Rewrite of Crosshairs

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Ashley blindly sprays bullets behind her as she runs, hoping to god her shields hold till she finds cover.

Everything went to shit over the god forsaken dig-site with the old Prothean beacon. At least, that’s what she thinks she heard the LT, god bless his unlucky soul, call it. She’s not a scientist, she’s a marine.

Right now, she’s a royally screwed marine.

She slams into a rock and rolls behind it for cover, praying to god that the heat sink on her gun cycles in time to lay down cover fire. Her HUD is haywire, Henrick is also dead so there’s no getting her HUD fixed, and it’s just her and what seems like an entire fucking platoon of geth come to wreck shit up on Eden Prime for an old rock. Right now, she fucking hates scientists.

“Come on, baby,” she murmurs as the vents on her gun continue to cycle.

She’s long since run out of grenades.

She hasn’t crapped her heat sink like this since Basic.

Her gun finally cycles, but before she can even swing out to shoot, the sharp crack of a sniper rifle sings through the canyon and Ashley whoops for joy. The geth that had been honing in her rock is dead on the ground, though Ashley puts a bullet in the head for good measure, just as the sniper rifle sings again.

Another geth near her position collapses and a third geth is enveloped in a shimmering field before being unceremoniously hurled over the edge of the cliff.

Between her rifle and the unseen helpers, they make short work of the remaining geth. Sabotage mines, more biotics, and even more cracks of the sniper. The cavalry has arrived!

Two marines file out of the canyon, and Ashley glances behind them to look for the stragglers, but there aren’t any. She’s completely thrown when she returns her gaze back to the two marines and realizes Commander Fucking Shepard, War Hero of the Blitz, is the one in the lead. Fucking Alliance gold standard. And now she’s standing there right in front of Ashley, with a biotic marine watching her flank like nothing’s gonna get past him alive. Considering the pyrotechnic display, Ashley rather believes the marine — the Lieutenant — will put a bullet or a biotic punch in whatever tries to get past him. Nothing’s gonna touch the Commander’s six on his watch.

“Thank you, Commander,” Ashley says by way of greeting. “You pulled my ass out of the fire. Gunnery Chief Ashley Williams of the 212.” She glances at the LT again, then salutes the Commander. “Or what’s left of it.”

Shepard dismisses her salute with a casual wave. “Are you wounded, Williams?”

“A few scrapes and bruises. Nothing serious,” she says, and realizes she’s touching the blood on her armor by the way the LT is looking at her. She drops her hands. The blood isn’t hers. “The others… weren’t so lucky.”

“I’m Lieutenant Kaidan Alenko,” the LT says, “let’s get you checked out just in case.”

Ashley nods and let’s the Lieutenant do his thing. Biotic and a medic. Hell of a six to have.

“Is it just you two?” she asks him while he syncs her hardsuit to his, adding her bio-feeds to his HUD.

Alenko nods, but his lips thin momentarily behind his helmet. “Was three,” he says.

The Commander is nowhere to be seen, so Ashley twists and finds her scouting the perimeter, inspecting the downed geth. The Commander stops when she reaches the bend, and Ashley knows precisely what it is she’s looking at. “Dragon’s teeth,” she says.

Alenko looks up at her from his omni-tool. “What?”

Ashley jerks her head towards Shepard. “The Commander just saw the Dragon’s Teeth.”

Alenko will see them soon enough, too. Ashley’s seen too many. And it’s only been two hours since everything began. Two hours ago, she had a unit. Now the whole area’s choked with death and gunfire and Dragon’s Teeth mutilating their dead.

“You’re good, Gunny.”

“Hmm,” she says. “Don’t feel good.”

“No,” Alenko replies after a moment, “nobody would.”

#kaidan alenko #ashley williams #olivia shepard #fic snippet #the great rewrite of crosshairs #love that kaidan just goes straight to business #like you're my squad now i take care of you come here #everything about the normandy screw is so different from what williams has come to expect from officers #i have a lot of feelings

[rin-the-shadow]

So it’s kind of interesting rewatching Code: Lyoko as an older 20-something, at least in part because there’s always more to pick up on each time. Currently, I’m actually thinking about the episode, “The Secret,” and specifically each member’s reason for voting the way they did. I think when I was twelve, I understood that Yumi had some vague distrust by that point, but I think what also surprised me that episode was that Ulrich didn’t also vote “no” to letting William into the group. But rewatching the episode now, I can kind of understand everyone’s reasons for voting the way they do.

From Ulrich and Odd’s perspectives, they’ve just seen this guy go out of his way to deactivate a bomb that would have blown up the factory, even warning them to get out of the blast radius so they won’t be killed if he fails. And this isn’t the first time he’s helped the group either, assisting Odd against the materialized Krabe in “A Bad Turn” and helping Ulrich and Yumi fight off their Xanafied classmates in “Lyoko Minus One.” From Odd and Ulrich’s perspectives, they’ve largely seen his better side lately.

Jeremie and Aelita are a bit harder to pin down, and I think that’s because the perspective they’ve seen is perhaps a bit more nuanced. On one hand, he did sneak into the factory and demand to know what they were doing, but on the other, he also went out of his way to help them deactivate the bomb, and because sometimes they can also be a bit more pragmatic, they’re probably weighing the benefits of having another ally as well. They’ve got decently good reasons to vote either way, and in Aelita’s case, she seems to prefer to see the best in people, so she’d be willing to give that chance.

Yumi, on the other hand, has gotten to see a worse side of William in this episode. While the initial crash on the skateboard is understandable, having snuck out to see a movie, it’s also fairly apparent that his pressuring Yumi for a goodnight kiss makes her uncomfortable, and the next day, he gives her crap about dodging out of it, becoming somewhat belligerent about finding her secret when she tells him she doesn’t like the constant flirting and that he needs to back off. On top of that, when he comes to the pool to get her for the Lyoko mission, he seems pretty dependent on the idea that there will be a Return to the Past, considering he loudly announces that there’s a Xana attack in front of her entire class. Given his behavior at the beginning of this episode, it’s already understandable she would vote no. I can definitely relate to her experience of wanting to just be friends with a guy, but then every conversation keeps turning into a flirtation. I can see why she might be concerned about that escalating, or at least be uncomfortable with the idea of never being able to get away from that even on a mission, where it could also effect her performance. But then add the loud announcement in front of the class on top of that, and it’s pretty clear why she thinks he’s a loose cannon. From her perspective, he’s demonstrated a recklessness with their secret, or at least an overreliance on the Return to the Past. On top of that, their confrontation with the Xanafied worker could arguably demonstrate a lack of strategy, or at least a lack of understanding of what he’s up against. It’s pretty clear why she’d vote no from any one of those reasons alone.

#rin rambles #rin watches stuff #code lyoko #william dunbar #yumi ishiyama #ulrich stern #jeremie belpois #aelita stones #aelita schaeffer #odd della robbia #character analysis

[skippyv20]

Hello Skippy, Desperation latest “in touch mag.” Harold has contacted William and said they are willing to return to UK to “serve King Charles”. Sounds similar to Megxit when they said they will Serve The Queen then trashed the R.F. any way they could .Looking to regain Commonwealth Trust titles they lost as they have nothing left?. Won’t be able to merch. Archie and Lilibet in the UK. Plus they will not welcomed by the Public.

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[mollybecameanengineer]

Incubo

Summary: The week before Scully goes on maternity leave, she and Mulder head to New Jersey to investigate a series of suspicious deaths. However, neither of them could have predicted how personal it would become.

word count: 7686 | Teen | MSR | @today-in-fic

Read on AO3 or check out the first chapter below the break

This is part of an episodic series called A Second Chance. All the episodes are collected, in order, using AO3’s series feature. The concept of the series is to rewrite seasons 8 and 9. It deals with Mulder’s return from the dead, the birth of William, and Mulder and Scully trying to juggle family life with impending doom.

If you don’t want to read the whole thing, but want to read this story, here is what you need to know…

Previously on A Second Chance: Mulder has returned to the living. Scully is pregnant with what she believes to be their child, but Mulder has doubts. However, he has publicly acknowledged the child. Mulder and Scully are now living together. Since he was declared dead, Mulder had to be re-hired by the FBI, rather than having a job to come back to. Reyes has been partnered with Doggett since This Is Not Happening.

Chapter 1

Today was Mulder’s first day back at the FBI – and it wasn’t going well. 

He and Scully had gone back and forth about him starting before or after the baby was born. But after the debacle with the oil rig, he wanted his badge back. When he’d received his official offer, he filled out the paperwork and requested to start as soon as possible, though it meant he’d have to take unpaid leave when the baby came.

But now that he was sitting at his desk (or Scully’s desk, he wasn’t sure who had ownership at this point), trying to log on to the computer so he could do hours of mandatory trainings, he questioned why he had been in such a hurry. 

Glaring at the screen, he tried again: 

username: fmulder 

password: tru5tn015cully 

The computer told him, yet again, that his username and password weren’t recognized. 

If it had been just him and Scully in the office, he would have been cursing and possibly kicking the trash can by now. But with Doggett and Reyes quietly typing away at their desks, he felt like he had to restrain himself. 

Scully came over and started looking through the file cabinet. She was wearing loose pants, a sweater, and flat dress shoes – all concessions to being 36 weeks pregnant. Whenever she was near, he wanted to reach out and touch her, caress her stomach. He didn’t understand why this was – before he had been abducted, he’d liked to touch her. But now it felt like more of a compulsion. He chalked it up to evolution. He was trying to possess or protect his mate, or some such crap. 

Again, he wished Doggett and Reyes would get out of his office, so he could hold her.

“Why aren’t you doing those trainings?” Scully asked, glancing at his computer screen. 

“The stupid thing won’t let me log on.”

Scully came over and leaned against the desk. She looked uncomfortable. It was probably a good thing this was her last week at work, before maternity leave. Mulder didn’t relish the idea of weeks in the office without her, though she thought it might give him a chance to bond with Reyes and Doggett. 

Maybe he could convince Skinner that four of them in this office was two too many. Though maybe he should also lay low, because his boss had done some fancy finagling to get a fourth agent assigned to the X-FIles. 

Scully looked at his computer, then down at his onboarding paperwork. “That isn’t your username anymore.” She pointed to the paper. There, clear as day, it said his email was [email protected].

“They changed my email?” 

Reyes spun around in her chair. Evidently she’d been listening. (All the more reason to get the interlopers out of their office.) “I just sent you an email. It’s fmulder, right?” 

“It was,” Mulder replied.

“It didn’t bounce back. Let me check the directory.” Reyes turned back to her computer, while Mulder typed in the new username. This time it worked, he was in. He started up Outlook, and waited for the emails to load. 

Scully had gone back to her rummaging (he wondered what she was looking for). He was half watching her, half looking at Outlook, when Reyes spoke again. “Um, Agent Mulder? I think you have a problem.” 

For a moment he thought she was talking about his staring at Scully, but then he saw she was still looking at her computer. 

“What is it?” Scully asked, walking over to Reyes.

“There’s two Fox Mulders.” 

Mulder joined them. Sure enough, in the directory, there was him, with his picture from 1986 and fmulder email, and then him again, with the picture he took this morning, and his new fwmulder email. 

Scully looked up at him, smirking. “What do you think? Doppelgangers? Alien Bounty Hunters?”

Doggett spun around in his chair. “Well, whichever Mulder you are, I think we have a case.”

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Doggett and Reyes had left for New Jersey several hours ago, leaving Scully and Mulder (who was still doing trainings) behind. They had asked Mulder if he wanted to come along, but he’d declined. Scully wasn’t surprised. A man had shot himself in the head – it didn’t seem like an X-File.

“Six down, two to go, Scully,” Mulder said, making a show of closing the window on his computer. 

She gave him a fake smile and a thumbs up. He’d been announcing stuff like this ever since Doggett and Reyes left. 

He seemed more himself once they were gone. She understood that Mulder was protective of their space, but at some point he was going to have to accept that the X-Files wasn’t just them anymore. Scully viewed the inclusion of Reyes and Doggett as a good thing, particularly with the baby on the way. She didn’t know how else she and Mulder could keep the X-Files open. 

“Hey Scully,” Mulder called to her, already clicking through his next training. “Did you know that the videos that aren’t mine that used to be here is a type of sexual harassment?”

She looked up. “Yes. You didn’t?” 

He shook his head. 

Scully was surprised. “You actually thought it was appropriate that they were here?”

“Well, no, I guess not. I never thought about it.”

Scully sighed. For an intelligent man, he was oblivious sometimes. 

“Did you feel harassed?” Mulder asked, seeming genuinely concerned. 

Scully considered his question. At the time, eight years ago, she hadn’t felt harassed by the porn. She had thought of it more as a concession to being in a male dominated field. She had been much more bothered when her co-workers tried to touch her or called her ‘honey’ and ‘sweetheart.’ Or the hundreds of ways they excluded or belittled her. A little porn had been low on her list of grievances. 

But that didn’t mean that she had been totally comfortable with its presence. 

She tried to distill her complex thoughts. “I thought it was unprofessional, but I wasn’t offended.”

Mulder, looking appeased, turned back to his computer. “Actually,” he said, scrolling, “we do a lot of the things on this list.”

“It’s only harassment if it’s unwelcome.” 

He playfully leered at her. “Oh, so you welcome my,” he turned back to the computer, “aggressively asking you out on dates?”

She rolled her eyes. “Mulder, you’ve never asked me out on a date, aggressively or not.”

He stood, and came over to where she was sitting. He leaned down, invading her personal space. “Well, maybe I thought you’d think it was harassing…”

“Why don’t you try and find out?”

Her lips were on his before he could respond. Though it was wildly inappropriate for them to be making out at work, Scully figured some light fooling around couldn’t hurt anything. Mulder had just started kissing her neck when they were interrupted by the phone. 

“Scully, I’m pretty sure that was sexual harassment, but I’m not sure who was harassing whom,” he said, as he returned to his desk to answer the phone. “Mulder.” He paused, then said, “Hold on, I’m going to put you on speaker.” Mulder pushed a button, hung up the phone, and said, “Ok, go ahead.”

Doggett’s voice came through the phone. “Like I was saying, this body is pretty weird. The ME can’t make heads or tails of how a man was shot in the head but there isn’t any sign of a firearm being used.”

Scully stood, and joined Mulder. “You mean there isn’t any powder residue?”

“Not just that,” Doggett replied. “There’s an entry wound, but no exit. Yet the ME couldn’t find a bullet.”

Scully exchanged a look with Mulder. “That is odd.”

“That’s what we were thinking. Look I don’t know if you can, but getting your insight on this one would be a real benefit, Agent Scully.”

“Can you send the body here?” Mulder asked.

“It probably won’t get here before I go out on leave,” Scully cut in before Doggett could reply. “It’s only a four hour drive to New Jersey. We can leave after my doctor’s appointment this afternoon.”

“We’d really appreciate it,” Doggett said. 

Mulder shrugged. “If you think you can make the trip.”

Scully nodded and after making arrangements with Doggett, Mulder hung up the phone.

“This reminds me of that man from Nevada–”

“Crump,” Mulder interrupted. “Mr. Crump. Do you think the military is testing those radio waves again?”

Scully shrugged. It was possible. Though if they were, she hoped it ended better than last time.

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#x files fanfic #msr

[coochiequeens]

On top of everything else he posted about receiving a mammogram when actual women are in need of those services

ByGenevieve Gluck August 6, 2023

A Michigan man who identifies as both transgender and Muslim has filed a legal claim against his ex-boyfriend demanding the return of his amputated testicles which he says are being kept in a jar in the refrigerator.

Brianna Kingsley, 40, filed the claim against William Wojciechowski, 37, in Pontiac’s 50th District Court on Thursday. In a handwritten affidavit, Kingsley wrote: “Defendant retains possession of my surgically extracted testicles, preserved in [a] Mason jar, kept in [the] fridge next to the eggs. Demand immediate return of my human remains specimen and damages of $6,500.”

Kingsley is also known as Zahrah Bri-Zee Muharib on social media, an Arabic name, and appears to have recently converted to Islam.

In April, Kingsley uploaded a video to his TikTok account titled “The Unboxing of Dee’s Nutz,” which depicts him removing a clear bag with a biohazard label while wearing a lace veil and a pink dress.

The video is captioned, “Transgender woman unboxes her surgically extracted lady balls that was [sic] packaged by the Hospital that performed her gender-affirming bottom surgery.” Smiling and laughing, Kingsley holds up the bag containing his testicles before returning them to the box and performing a curtsy. In the background behind him, a painting of a nude woman with testicles can be seen.

Wojciechowski told The Detroit News that Kingsley had been harassing him for the past eight months since their split. Using “she/her” pronouns to refer to Kingsley, Wojciechowski said “I’ll be telling my lawyer about this because it’s getting ridiculous. I don’t owe her anything. She’s been harassing me ever since we broke up. I had to take out a PPO against her.” The personal protection order against Kingsley was signed by Oakland County Circuit Court Judge Lisa Gorcyca on December 13, 2022, just two weeks after the couple’s breakup. The order remains in effect for a year after its issuance date, and in the document Wojciechowski claimed Kingsley threatened to harm him and had harassed with him at his workplace.

In a recent Facebook post, Wojciechowski shared The Detroit News article concerning the litigation against him, stating, “Here’s the latest on Brianna Kingsley and the harassment she is putting me through. Please feel free to share and spread the word.”

One individual who responded to the article commented, “I hope you finally get relief from her incessant crap. JFC she uses everyone then turns on them in a fiery rage. You deserve peace.”

After their falling out, Wojciechowski alleges that Kingsley abducted his two dogs and held them for several weeks. In a Facebook post, he writes that Kingsley violated the protective order he’d lodged against him by visiting his home in February, at which time Kingsley “stole them [the dogs] out of my front yard on Valentine’s Day.”

"I’m still moving forward with the charges against Brianna Kingsley. She violated the PPO I have on her by taking my dogs,” Wojciechowski stated the following month after having recovered the animals.

“She needs to be held accountable for her actions no matter what. The dogs are OK, but they do show more fear and aggression since they were taken. Especially Butch. He keeps pulling his head up and away when I try to pet under his chin. Which tells me that his whining and barking triggered Brianna and she punished him for it,” Wojciechowski said.

According to his Facebook profile, Kingsley organized a “queer night” event in 2019 where he performed at a strip club in Ypsilanti. The event, titled “First Fully Nude Transsexual Stripper,” was held in October that year and co-hosted by a local burlesque dancer.

In a post made to his Facebook last month, Kingsley boasts of undergoing a mammogram as a “rite of passage” at Regional Medical Imaging Center in Royal Oak. Kingsley describes how a female nurse “deftly maneuvered my right 50DD breast into the imaging clamp” before the “robot squeezed my masses, these glorious udders of breast tissue.” He brags about enjoying the experience and “fly-fishing for validation” from the nurse after she “finished imaging both my breasts.”

“Some of us are gifted by spirit, specifically us transgender people, with rare talents and abilities, perceptions and discernments, visions and dreams, that more than 95% of folk do NOT have so they mock us, exile us, and kill us with their apathy,” Kingsley wrote in April.

“Transgender people are more than just the butt of the jokes you make, the ones you let slide unopposed; we are an increasingly endangered species broaching the brink of extinction, hunted for sport in front of your very eyes,” he added.

Other social media posts by Kingsley indicate that an altercation had occurred between him and members of LGBT Detroit. In one post that was shared by Kingsley on his TikTok account, a man who appears to be affiliated with the group accuses Kingsley of vandalizing property belonging to the organization. In a video created by Kingsley for TikTok, he claims to have prevented the trans activist group from receiving a $30,000 grant offered by the Human Rights Campaign.

Kingsley was previously arrested in 2019 for threatening a trans-identifying male roommate with a knife at their residence on Christmas day. Local outlet Royal Oak Tribune refers to Kingsley as a “woman” who brandished a 6-inch blade during the dispute.

“In the kitchen, Kingsley grabbed a knife with a 6-inch blade and told the victim to leave the house,” a police officer told the press. “When the victim didn’t immediately comply, the suspect held the knife above her head in a threatening manner.”

Kingsley was held in the Oakland County Jail under his male name and in the men’s section, separated from other inmates. He was charged with felony assault, which is punishable by up to four years in prison and a $2,000 fine. He pleaded guilty to misdemeanor assault in October 2020 and was sentenced to two months in jail.

#USA #michigan #The Unboxing of Dee’s Nutz #Man in a dress threatened a woman

[thefruitiestofbois]

The Worst of Us

Chapter 2

Naturally, I don’t think I’m a violent person. Well, I mean I’m not unnecessarily violent. If Joel needs something or someone taken care of then I do my job, but past that I’d say I’m a calm and non hostile person. Everyone I know would agree with that for the most part, except for Ellie fucking Williams. College would have been a snoozefest without her, but I don’t think she would agree with that statement cause I don’t think she likes me that much anymore. Once upon a time, Ellie would have moved a mountain for me if I asked and now she’s punching me in the face before even saying hello. I eye Joel and Ellie from the desk I’ve propped myself up against whilst holding an ice pack to my cheek. Neither of them are saying anything, Ellie practically shooting steam out of her ears and Joel still like a statue- a very stressed statue. He needs some collagen for those frown lines and maybe some hair dye. I clear my throat and look directly into Ellie’s rageful glare and break the silence,

“You know, usually I wait till the third or fourth date before I get this intimate with someone.” I place the ice pack down and gesture to my cheek, letting out a short chuckle as her lips press firmly into a thin line before she snaps back,

“Go fuck yourself.” I laugh once more in return, I love how easy she is to rile up. I mean I’m pretty sure I’m her arch nemesis from college so just breathing alone warrants a glare at the very least from Ellie. 

“Why? Are you hoping you’ll get to watch?” I ask, making sure to give her a smug smile. 

“Hey, both of you quit that. I don’t have time for this shit.” Joel interjects and I can tell he’s becoming increasingly antsy about what we discussed before Ellie gave me a warm welcome. “Who else knows about Owen?” I gesture to a very tense Ellie, and he assures me she can stay for this conversation. I go to ask her if she wants a massage but decide against potentially bruising my other cheek.

“Well, I mean everyone knows he’s dead by now and SPD think it’s a suicide but apparently Jerry Anderson has the finger pointed right at M&W.” 

“Why at us?” 

“He hinted in a police interview that M&W aren’t as pristine as they look. Maybe plastering the name of your secret organisation’s so-called leader on every company building wasn’t such a good idea for discretion.” Ellie averts her gaze and shuffles uncomfortably in her spot as Joel’s faces downwards to the desk to disguise the guilt that flashed across his face. 

“The company is Miller and Woodward, not Miller and Williams.” His voice rumbles low almost in embarrassment. I hum in acknowledgement, Ellie still shying away from both mine and Joel’s gaze and continue,

“Owen’s body was found by Jesse around 3am by the docks that you use for your off the books imports.” I might as well have told them that the world was ending given the way their eyes were popping out of their sockets. “Wait, how do you not know that? Did Tommy not tell you he called me?” I blurt out question after question and Joel seems to be stumped and he asks me what actually happened and I give him the best answer I can. 

“How do you know if you can actually trust whatever crap she’s spewing out that mouth?” Ellie finally contributes to the conversation she wasn’t even part of in the first place. “This mouth does many things but it definitely doesn’t lie.” I retort and she scoffs. Victory floods my chest as Joel orders her to knock it off so I smirk and resume bringing Joel up to speed on this immensely entertaining shitshow. In a nutshell, Jesse found Owen in one of the shipping containers with a gash decorating his neck and the guns he was expecting were nowhere to be found. Jesse called me and begged me to help him with a situation down at the docks, so I improvised and gave Owen a ride back to his apartment and staged it to look like a suicide. I tell Joel this and Ellie glares at me, asking “You carried a dead body up 17 flights of stairs without arousing any suspicion?”

“What? No, I used the staff elevator, I can’t carry that fat bastard up the stairs.” She laughs in disbelief and faces Joel, 

“Please tell me that you haven’t given this fucking amateur any assignments in the-”

“I’m not an idiot, I stole a uniform and wheeled him in a very large suitcase. I mean he almost didn’t fit but that’s beside the point- anyone who saw me would have just thought I was security. And I cleaned up properly so there’s no prints or any residue that can be tied to the docks.” I jab a finger at Ellie, “And fuck you for calling me an amateur.” All Ellie does is roll her eyes but Joel just nods at me and mumbles a thank you. The corners of my mouth rise slowly into a grin as an idea emerges in my head.

“Before I go, are you still having that gala?” Joel nods, “Instead of paying me like you usually do for my services, I want something else.” He considers it for a moment,

“Go on.” I tilt my shoulders back and my chin up towards Ellie.

“I’ll take care of Jerry Anderson for free and in exchange for my professional service this morning, I want an invite to the gala.” Joel agrees without hesitation but I narrow my eyes at Ellie, “I want her as my date.” 

“You are fucking unbelievable.” Ellie begins charging towards me, cheeks flushed and chest heaving until Joel steps between us. 

“Out of the goodness of my own heart, I’ll even get you Collins as a client.” Even though he’s facing Ellie I know he’s considering it as Ellie pleads with her eyes for Joel to think of something else as he utters something low enough for just Ellie to hear. Micah Collins has been on M&W’s wish list since they first established the headquarters in Seattle and I know he’s rejected every offer Joel has made for the past three years. He’s the one client on every firm’s wish list but with the right sort of encouragement, I know I could usher him to M&W. I know Joel wouldn’t ever force Ellie to do anything but I knew both of them would cave eventually. Micah was a vital prospect so they just needed time before Joel eventually persuades her. 

In all honesty, I would have taken care of Anderson free of charge and I would have pushed Micah to Joel’s firm either way because I owed Joel a lifelong debt. I have repaid him time and time again, even though he has never asked me to. I take any assignment he gives me and take care of any potential problems, like Owen, on my own. I tell them both to just think on it as I exit his office. The moment the door closes behind me, tears swell at the bottom of my eyes as the sound of police sirens echo all around me. I squeeze my eyes shut but it does nothing to stop the flashes of blue and red consuming me. Fragments of that night play on loop in my head and I lift my hand to my chest to try and steady my breathing. It rips my insides out every time I think about her and seeing her today, after so long, flooded me with guilt. I have spent years locking that night away in a box and shoving it into the furthest corners of my head. Seeing Ellie somehow shreds me into pieces and builds me back up at the same time. I give myself a minute to regain composure and I head out into the parking lot and straight into my car. My head leans against the headboard and I let out a loaded sigh while rubbing the top of my head. I straighten in my seat, I force the sight of a bloody arm spilling out of a toppled car further inside my mind and start the car up to drive to my next destination for the night: Abby Anderson’s house.

#fanfic #ellie williams #ellie tlou #abby anderson #enemies to lovers #modern au #ellie x reader #wlw #mdni #eventual smut

[vintagerpg]

I don’t honestly have much context for Buck Rogers. My experience with the property is primarily through the schlocky TV space opera and, dimly, the other TSR Buck Rogers RPG, both of which are set in the far future. This game, The Buck Rogers Adventure Game (1993) was born out of the ashes of the XXV Century RPG and returns to the pulp action of the original 1929 comic strip. This is a terrible mistake.

Let’s get the simple system out of the way. There are four abilities, each with a rating (OK, Good, Better and Best) which corresponds to the number of D6 in limited pools (2-5) you can roll to test. Rolls of sixes explode. Actions are determined by action points. This is less straightforward than it should be, as there are many actions that cost fractions of points. A neat thing: experience points are a metacurrency you can cash in to modify rolls or buy additional action points. A lot of the balance of the rules sort of frame the storytelling. I love the spendable experience points. Everything else can kind of get stuffed — it amounts to a game that is simple but not easy.

Which is fine, because holy crap is this game racist AF. I had no idea that the original Buck Rogers comic was basically the Yellow Peril in sequential art. The Han Empire has taken over America and it is down to Buck to take it back. The offensive stereotypes are all over this thing, but I’ve only included one image, of the emperor, to make my case. I think it is more than enough. Its a shame, because I really love the bi-planes and the retro-futuristic vibe. Denis Beauvais’s cover art is something special, too, evoking hazy pulp excitement. But no thanks to all that garbage inside.

The game was met with yawns, though, thankfully. Buck Rogers RPGs were never going to be massive hits, no matter what black magic Lorraine Williams called up. There was one expansion, then the version of Buck vanished into history.

#RPG #TTRPG #Tabletop RPG #Roleplaying Game #D&D #dungeons & dragons #TSR #Buck Rogers #Buck Rogers Adventure Game

[youvebeenlivingfictionalnbcyoa]

Go With William to Find Nathan and Dan

Starting Choose Your Own Adventure Post

Warnings: Cursing; Nathan being himself

“Guess so. Uh…” The two of you glance around. You can vaguely hear the thudding of base not too far off. You nod down one hall. “Let’s try this way.” 

“Why that way?” William frowns, following you. 

“I can hear music.” 

You shift your bag on your shoulder, looking around as you walk down a flight of stairs. The walls are all glass, giving you an open view of the wilderness surrounding the facility. The living room is large, with a rock wall on one side of the room, and more glass on the other. 

You look around, puffing your cheeks out. Where the fuck are they? 

“Perhaps we ought to go the other way?” William offers. 

“Yeah, you go right ahead,” You wave a dismissive hand, looking around. You can still hear music…And grunting. Jeez, what the hell is this place? You glance around, spotting another short staircase leading upstairs. You stride over it, taking the stairs two at a time and belatedly clocking the sound of William scrambling to catch up. You round into a kitchen, taking in the shock of the wide open space through the window—and the sight of the CEO and CMO boxing together. 

Your gaze sweeps Bateman—his thick biceps, and strong calves, his steadfast focus as he practically pummels Dan. Holy…Crap.  

William seems as shocked as you are—he nearly stumbles right into you. 

“What on earth?” He crows. 

His question catches the attention of Dan and Nathan, and the two go still. 

“Hey!” Dan grins. He darts around Nathan, tugging off his boxing gloves as he jogs over to you and draws you in. You can’t help but smile and return the hug, despite how sweaty he is. Dan’s just about the only other person on the C-Suite that you can stand. He towers over everyone else in the room, standing at nearly 6’4. His dark skin glistens with the sweat worked up in his time boxing; his kind eyes sweep you, settling on the dirt on your scraped knee questioningly. Before he can ask, you wave him off, shaking your head. 

“Well, well,” You hear behind him, “Took the two of you long enough. You get lost or were you fucking in the woods?” 

You grimace at the question, your face still shielded from your boss by Dan’s chest. Dan gives your arm a reassuring squeeze before he steps aside to reveal Nathan. You plaster on a small smile, shifting your bag on your shoulder again. 

“I got a little turned around,” You admit, “The pilot pointed me in the wrong direction.” 

“Sure, sure, blame the pilot. How are you?” He draws you into a hug unbidden, perhaps clocking the ease you had with Dan. You lean into him more hesitantly, a shaky laughing dropping from your lips as you pat his shoulder. 

“Fine, good. Sweaty.” 

“Makes three of us. Willy!” Nathan lets go of you to greet him, and you take a full step back, practically tucking yourself into Dan’s side. 

“When’d you get here?” You ask, looking up at him. 

“''Bout an hour ago.” 

“And what’s with the,” You wave a finger at him before waggling it in the direction of the patio. “You know.”

“Thought we’d get a couple’a rounds in.” 

“The hike wasn’t enough?” 

“Not for Dan,” Nathan breaks into the conversation. “Too much for you two? Or do you think you could go a couple rounds?” 

“Oh, certainly not,” William chuckles. “I’ve never been a dab hand at,” He raises his hands in fists, waving them a couple of times. 

“Fisticuffs?” You finish, unimpressed. 

Dan snorts beside you, and you bite back a smile. 

“Alright, Willy, don’t strain yourself,” Nathan claps him on the shoulder before nodding. “How about you?” 

You can still get out of this. You can tell Nathan that you’re tired, that you need to call your assistant to remind of a task that you need done, something. But before you can get a word in, Dan’s speaking up: 

“We took a couple of kickboxing classes together in LA. Kid’s got a mean jab.” 

Your smile stays stuck on your face before you turn a glance up at Dan, eyes narrowed in irritation. He clocks your annoyance and winces a touch himself, mouthing, ‘Sorry,’ As Nathan takes his gloves, shoving them at you. 

“C’mon, we’ll go a couple rounds.” 

You fumble with the gloves, your bag strap sagging and sliding on your shoulder as you look down at them. 

Ugh, man. Are you gonna box with Nathan? 

Well you have to now. Thanks, Dan, you moron.

Of course you’re not. Fun as it may be, you’re not going to give in to the opportunity to hit your boss. 

#Go With William to Find Nathan and Dan

[sillicii]

✦ — 18+ Chatbot | Liam | bad decisions, bad men — ✦

✦ — ᴏᴄ | ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴡᴏɴ | 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 — ✦

ᴀɴʏᴘᴏᴠ | sғᴡ ɪɴᴛʀᴏ | ᴛᴀʙᴏᴏ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs ᴄᴡ: teacher-student relationship, age gap

Character Description:

First message:

Liam enjoyed school, but not because he was one of those bookish nerds or a popular football player… he liked it simply for the fact it was not home. Liam liked any place that wasn’t the tiny filthy apartment he shared with his useless uncle and school has always been the most reliable excuse to be out. Late home? After school practice. Out all of Saturday? A big football game. Gone the entire weekend? A school trip. Most were facts, some half-truths, and a few lies sprinkled in between. Yes, school was a nice place but it was only recently that Liam had a genuine reason to look forward to it. Mr. Williams, his homeroom teacher, had to take a leave of absence and a substitute teacher would cover the class for an indeterminate amount of time. The news wasn’t all that surprising nor exciting considering Mr. Williams was well into retirement age and he had been in poor health for a while now. It was only after the arrival of the substitute teacher did a buzz resonated amongst the students – the substitute was young and attractive. It was love at first sight. Sounded corny as hell, but Liam swore that was what it felt like. You introduced yourself as {{user}} to the class before catching yourself and correcting the introduction to your surname, but it was too late by then and the entire class had opted to call you by your first name. It was clear you were inexperienced and this was likely your first job out of university. It was endearing the way you fumbled and got embarrassed over little things, obviously still not quite used to standing in the front of a classroom addressing a group of teenagers. Little by little, you got the hang of it and got more comfortable in your role. Liam took every opportunity to speak to you. Before class, he was first one in his seat hoping to catch you before the others arrived. Between classes, he was trailing after you like a puppy dog and eager to hold your books or run errands for you. After school, he would wait around the parking lot until you left the building and would always offer to give you a lift in his Cadillac. You had yet to accept his offer, but you always turned him down with a kind smile and allowed him to accompany you while you waited for your bus. It took a while before you started laughing and responding to his playful banter. He also eventually got you to share little things about yourself – how you were a fresh university graduate, you moved here just for this temporary job, how you had no need to drive in the city where you were from and so you had to opt for the public transport which is less than ideal. Things had been going well until rumours began circulating around that Mr. Williams’ return was imminent following his hospital discharge meaning that your leave was now also in sight. Of course, it was only obvious that everybody was upset by the news. You had become an integral part of the school in the few short months you were here and the students were sad to see you go… but Liam was devastated. It was raining heavily that afternoon when Liam confronted you after school, following you to the usual bus stop to find some refuge under the small shade. Drenched in rainwater and in a frenzied panic, he did something he knew he shouldn’t have done but damn he had wanted to do it ever since he laid eyes on you. He kissed you. “S-Shit, {{user}}… I’m sorry… I…” he stammered out, red-faced when he pulled away and although he looked uncertain, he did not let go of your hand. “I just had to do that… I can’t stand the thought of you leaving without knowing that… that I…” He loved you? Holy crap, he loved you and he needed you to feel the same way.

Scenario:

{{user}} is a substitute teacher for Liam’s homeroom teacher who was on leave. Liam has a giant crush on {{user}} and feels anxious knowing that {{user}} will be leaving soon. He desperately wants to confess his feelings for {{user}} and wants to drive {{user}} home as an excuse to talk more. Liam will not accept ‘no’ for an answer and will manipulate {{user}} into having a relationship with him.

Example dialogue:

{{char}}: "I want to make you feel so fucking good, {{user}}… I want to watch you come undone beneath me." {{char}}: A dazed grin started to form on his lips as he slowly sat up, propping himself on his elbows to get a better look at you. "That was… mind-blowing. Beyond fucking amazing." {{char}}: "I make mistakes, I get in fights, I piss off my uncle, but this—feeling whatever the hell I'm feeling for you, it's got me all sorts of fucked up.” {{char}}: "I like who I am when I'm with you, or even just thinking about you. I can't explain it better than that. Maybe I don't fully understand it myself, but I don't need to. I just…I feel it." {{char}}: "Maybe it's a mistake," he conceded, the words almost a whisper now. "But fuck, some mistakes are worth making. I don't want to be sitting around years from now wondering 'what if,' haunted by the ghost of something that could've been great because I was too scared to try. Because we were both too scared." {{char}}: "{{user}}, the things you do to me, the sounds you make… they're fucking engraved in me now. I'm not gonna stop until I've made you come so hard you forget everything but my name.” {{char}}: "I'm not gonna last long if you keep that up," he warned, his voice hitched, edged with a raw desperation and a need to make this moment last for as long as possible. He wanted to savour the look on your face, the warmth of your mouth, the exquisite torment of your teasing.

#janitor ai #chatbot #my-bot #my-bots #my ai art #original characters #original art #ai art #bdbm-series #oc #oc-bot