#yeah can't tag all divisions here

[naradivision]

Hypmic OC Halloween Party 2023 🎃 ~Part II

Disclaimer: Please note that these are not the actual titles to the songs, I just made them up of course. All these songs obviously belong to their respective artists.

And the OCs mentioned belong to their respective creators as well!

*see more notes from the part 1*

Meet the Halloween Shuffle Teams!

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Team R-rated B-Boy

Ren “Vox” Nakashima

Rintaro “Ignis” Himuro

Raiden “Tesla” Otoha

Ryuko “Mista Z.B.” Umemoto

#7 Parade of Horror ☠️

Real title: Bad Monster Original by UraShimaSakataSen Fun fact: This Shima is that same SHIMA who voiced Zen Gaho from paralive...

Team Heroic Youngsta

Joey “Joker” Kurusu

Saji “Street Dog” Buranka

Ryūnosuke “Fist N Fury” Sekiguchi

Haruto “Pheonix” Hirabayashi

#8 Justice In Action! 🚨

Real title: PANDA HERO Covered by mafumafu x nqrse x luz x soraru | Original by HACHI ft. GUMI Fun fact: HACHI the Vocaloid-P is later known as Kenshi Yonezu

Team SolaLune Fairies

Lola “Aphrodite” Takahashi

Evelyn “SPIRIT” Rose

Moriko “Carnopus” Himawari

Miku “Hex 13” Shirazuki

#9 Who’s the Fairest? 👑

Real title: ECLIPSE Original by Raon x DAZBEE Yeah, sorry again for not making the number of voice casts matched... They just look gorgeous together XD

Team Pop★Teen Sensation

Kanade “Spooky” Alarie

Criss “Paradox” Hiromi

Kirara “Cupid” Suzuki

Ririko “2cute!” Akihara

Makina “Screen Shot” Setsukura

#10 Supa☆Supa☆Halloween

Real title: Happy Halloween Covered by MORE MORE JUMP! ft. Kagamine Rin | Original by Junky ft. Kagamine Rin

[At the moment after the girls have already returned to the backstage, suddenly, the thick and hazy mist from nowhere then emerged into the stage from all directions, fogging over the entire scene as if it was curtain in the theater]

Greetings, ladies and gentlemen,

Welcome to the wonderful night of October the 31st,

...At long last, we’re going to reach the finale.

[Starting off with the sound of bells resonating in distants, the prelude music began playing before the hazy mist became dissolved —revealing the obscure figures of people standing there in the midst of stage]

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Team Curtain Call

Queen card

Kunio “Arsene” Kurome

Iwao “TRIXT4R” Masuda

Sanyu “MC Rogue” Inouye

Naoki “Stage Queen” Hamasaki

Mitsuru “Odette” Tenjo

Saigo “Tsukumogami” Fuyugami

Nishio “24/7” Tokishou

#11 To the Final Act 🪄

Real title: Finale Original by XYZ 2019 (luz, senra, mafumafu, soraru, nqrse, meychan, araki, un:c)

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Wait— Wait,

Even if this night is going to end soon, how should we forget something really really important…?

Yeah, we haven’t even got our treats yet!

If you want them, then why don’t we go get some?

C’mon, stand up & sing along~~

Team Bakemono:)

Asahi “SWEET-T” Tomoharu

Kohaku “KANDATA-KUN” Meguno

Taria “Misfit” Chinen

Honoka “Maniakin” Ajisai

Ayaka “Marionette” Kagawa

After Story: Are Ghosts Real?

Real title: 異世界混合大舞踏会 (I Wanna Be Your Ghost) Covered by StarLightPolaris (You Kisaragi, Relu, Coe, Kuni, Kottaro)  | Original by Gen Hoshino Unfortunately, you can only find subtitles in the original video

In this night where ghosts will emerge,

But they’re not all that bad

Ghost are real, you know? 

But they’re not as scary as the living!

They’re always watching from the sidelines, so don’t you forget,

Farewell mortals, and take care :P

🎃 Live Reports & Behind the scenes Pt.2

According to the interview from some audiences after the reveal of 6th’s and 7th’s cast, they thought it’s funny that team Bad Boy felt oddly cool to them, while on the other hand, team Hero were also cool but with even more chaotic vibes than the previous one —Everyone did wonder in unison that what went through the organizer’s head when they decided to put them together. Well, Raiden and Saji were the only exceptions since both of them were naturally pretty dedicated to their team titles.

Raiden got a bit carried away as he started laughing like some maniac by the end of his show. And in consequence of that, his temporary teammates were just… letting him be before all left the scene like nothing happened.

Since the beginning of the 9th show, the ladies of team “SolaLune Fairies” were seen solemnly walking out of the backstage with a dark long veil covering most part of their face and their outfits. Each of them were also noted to hold a bouquet with different flowers. Lola were red tulips, Evelyn were blue roses, Moriko were sunflowers, and Miku were moon orchids. But once the first beat of the song dropped out, they suddenly changed their moods and threw their veils away ...showing off their party dresses which were delicately designed just for each of them (ultimate kudos were given to those from the costume team). Thus, the true catwalk showdown began! 

After all the teasing to throw their bouquets to the audience like in the wedding, it was still unknown who those ladies decide to give their bouquets to at the end. Maybe it was their lover/ bestie or etc. Who knows anyway? But as the show title hinted, they might probably give it to their fairest…

Before the 10th show starts, the camera caught Kanade having a high-five with Lola in the same fashion as those two boys from the first half. 

Despite not being much active around these days, Hana Izanami (@snowmantita) was spotted coming here in secret to cheer for her friends.

The 11th show was obviously one of the best highlights of this event, given 6 of them were actually the famed performers to begin with! In addition, Queen card was the one who planned most details of the performance herself. Besides, some of them were really going all-out to the point where they attempted to compete with each other even. No wonder this show received very loud applause as a result, just like their team’s name implied.

There was one funny moment getting leaked out from the backstage. It was the photo of two gentlemen who literally had no idea why they were put in the same line with other talented showmen in the 11th show. Saigo seemed to be deep in thought about how much the staff have spent on props and special effects, while Nishio… He was caught flirting with other participants —Well, let’s hope that he wasn’t flirting with the wrong person there.

Despite the chill and anti-climax vibe that was very contrast to the intense impression from the previous show, the final show performed by team Bakemono was unexpectedly the children’s most favorite! Why was that? The secret of success not only lied in the lyrics of the song, but also its cute and catchy choreography. Moreover, they had also brought in the massive number of candies to throw into the crowd.

And due to some interviews with the parents, they told that this show truly deserved to be the closing show as it was in fact spoke the moral of this spooky event… 

Before the show started, it was a record of five of them chatting with each other. And although it was all according to the script, Asahi confessed that they had retaken it so many rounds he actually lost count of.

And just as the name of their team indicated, they were all wearing the yokāi costumes! For example, Asahi was the Oni, Kohaku was attempting to look like Kasa-obake (even if it came out rather funny), Taria was Karasu tengu, Honoka had animal ears so maybe she was bakeneko or kitsune, and Ayaka wore triangle headband with a kimono to represent the yurēi ghost.

From what live reports said, despite being the performers of the show, both Asahi & Kohaku were noted to really enjoy their time the most —These two spiritual(?) twins loved throwing candies like they’re playing with snow, while Honoka and Ayaka might seem a bit stiff due to their not so great experiences with people. However, Taria was the one making them warm up and enjoy the moment just like other children did —Who else would understand the kids best if not someone with a children’s heart?

Live reports by

Snowflake Sentinel News, Yoichi Shujo

Verne Publishing-house, Nellie Yukimura 

◀︎ SEE THE RECORD FROM PT. 1

Amazing OCs mentioned above are from:

@kobedivision @katsushika-division @chiyoda-division2 @suginami-division @kanazawa-division @megurodivision @naha-division @nagasakidivision @saitama-division @okinawa-division @gion-division @minato-division03 @kyoto-division @akihabaradivision @urayasu-division @nakanodivision @akihabara-division03 @kumamoto-division @sapporo-division @fukuokadivision1 @naha-division @nerima-division @naradivision @echizen-division @ota-division @gion-division @sagadivision @tokyo-division (@snowmantita) @hamamatsu-divison

P.S. Apologizing if I missed out some divisions or have made anyone sound OOC —I'm trying lmao.

...Happy Halloween & hoping y’all enjoy it :)

#hypmic oc #hypnosis microphone oc #not only nara division #halloween event 2023 #hypmic halloween #SecretZ Night Out #shuffle teams #concert style #made-up album #yeah can't tag all divisions here

[ellieverkuasidees]

Warm Blankets!

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Bimbo!reader

a/n: it's time for me to throw my hat into the ring and finally post for my favorite type of reader! >.< def will show off my oc for this one >:)

synopsis: you and your buff manz(pluz pets!) just kinda lay there and do nothing all day ╰(▔∀▔)╯

tags: fluff, cuddling, simon proposing in a personal space because he doesn't take me as a person who'd propose in public, just overral being cute (´｡• ω •｡`)

wrds:

it was a lazy sunday. finally simon came back from his missions this week and had a lot of time to be with you. stood at the door, awaiting him. you could hear simon's loud and strong combat boots at the steps, the keys jiggling. you were basically a puppy waiting for her owner to come home. meanwhile the actually puppy wags her tail and yaps.

'shh! riley quiet! he can hear you!' you whispered at the pup, turning her head at you with confusion. 'I can already hear 'yer through the door sweets." simon chuckled through the door. you gasped, picking up riley and scooting behind the couch.

when simon stepped through the door, he saw your little my melody onesies and it's ears. 'baby i can see you.' he laughed, moving over to see you holding riley in your arms as you pout. 'simmy? HIII!!' you squealed. you set riley down as she moved forwards and leaped on his legs. he picked you up and kissed you plush lips.

oh to be home with you. a place of comfort and warmth. 'oh! wait! I have a gift for you!' you jumped off of simon as he furrowed his eyebrow. he took off his mask, scars covering his face as he smiled. riley left his side and followed you upstairs with a yap.

the both of you came back with a blanket of silks and blankets. 'okay! so, i got you a cute..wait for it! kuromi onesie! so we can match. you, me, and riley! she can be pompompurin.'

simon laughed at your adorable mind. so pliant and cute. 'you got this for me?' you nodded as you squealed and handed him the suit. usually, he'll shout at you and cut the poor thing into pieces. but just for you, and only you will he wear something like that.

'this thing? oh god..'

a few minutes later, you see the buffest and burliest kuromi ever seen. you screamed and ran up to simon as he chuckled. god forbid any of his teammates see him like this. 'is this what you wanted?' he asked.

you nodded. 'yes! ah! you look so cute! I got you kuromi because I knew you like black so I got this one for you!' how nice of you! always looking after him. never ending. 'thank you lovie, what are your plans tonight?' your eyes looked up and hummed. 'i dunno! wait! we can watch scary movies! and make like a fort pillow!'

'pillow fort hunny?' you nodded, 'yup! lemme warm up the blankets!' you swiftly left to go to the laundry room, your little slippers tapping and riley following after you as she yapped.

simon shook his head with a crooked smile as he started to pull out some chairs and nearby pillows. he couldn't wait to give you your new gift. a pretty little ring with a nice hot pink rock on top. he can't think of anyone else to come home to but you. his little angel. you were basically made for him. and he wanted to keep you forever.

'okay! i'm back! i have the blankets I want to use for the building process and others are drying okay! so! place the chairs here and-'

he wasn't listening to you. not because you were boring. more like he was just admiring you. he does it everyday. no matter where he's at. on base, duty or even at home. sleeping in the comfort of your arms and warmth, he's always thinking and admiring you.

though your brain is small, your heart was big and ready to share your love with others. you still couldnt do long division and even though keep asking and calling how the ish washer works even though you've been living on your own for years now. sometimes it scares and surprises simon how you lived so long on your own.

'are you even listening babe?' you huffed at him. he stammered and looked up at you. 'y-yeah i am.'

'good! now help me!' you moved one chair to the side and another to the back and give it a little friend as you like to call it. and simon lifted onto the other side of the fort. he drapped over a soft fuzzy white comforter and set the pillows inside, having a beautiful floor decor with a hello kitty blanket. you shoved some stuffies and a chew toy for the pup.

'oh! the blankets are done!' you swoop yourself across the house, again riley still following only lagging behind due to you being a lot faster and bigger than her. simon took out the ring, looking over his shoulder to see if you were still there. no? great. he tucked it under the pillows. he knew your dumb little brain wouldn't figure out where he placed his gift.

'simon! I need help please!' you shouted across the house. simon lifted himself up with a grunt. signally that he was coming to your rescue. when he arrived at the laundry room, he found his sweet girlfriend overwhelmed by huge pink and black blankets. riley was gnawing on one of the blankets and trying all her might to drag it back to the living room.

'I gotcha' ' simon took the weight off of you and carried the warm and fluffy blankets. he started to place some on top of the chairs and fluff them out. you were sti struggling, they were weighted blankets, you came back to see a nicely made fort by your boyfriend.

'ooh! so warm! what are we watching?' you plopped down under the fort, hugging your boyfriend's beefy arm. simon's other hand held the remote, scrolling through the catalog. 'maybe legally blonde eh? you're just like her. smart in your own way, but still a little silly' he said as he slightly tapped your head as you squished up. riley laid in between you and him. her nose was deep into the blanket, barking and growling at it. simon was starting to get worried. his smart little pup might spoil the surprise!

'riley! no! not on my clean sheets! no!' you scolded her as you picked up her small body and moved her to your right side. simon sighed, mentally of course. he was so thankful that you were dumb. if you had any sense, you'd at least ask or try to figure out what's under that pillow. 'well, yeah! i'll watch it.'

simon played the movie, the intro quickly grabbing your attention. you were basically drooling over the early to late 2000's fashion. the pink. the fits,the way they speak. gosh you just wanted to jump into ellie's world and just kiss her and be her best friend. all that going on, simon couldn't take his eyes off. your sweet smell and smile, your rosy and soft cheeks. the way you pointed out everything in that movie.

he remembers when he asked for soap how he should propose to you. he only has 10 minutes before the movie ends. maybe 30? he wasn't paying too much attention to it. soap said, ' I dunno. im single, why the hell are you askin' me?'

not much help, should've asked price before he left. damnnit. he couldn't let this soft moment go by. he needed you to be in his bed with a rock on your finger. nothing else. so maybe now? maybe after the movie? maybe-

'simon. something's poking my side can you see what's under there?' well shit..

might as well get it over with..

'okay. listen to me (reader).' you started to get worried. you knew what simon did as a job. you called it his pew pew job. very accurate if you will. 'simon you're scarin' me..' you whimpered. simon sat up, sneakily pushing the box behind his back. 'nothin' to be scared of.' he assured. 'you know I love you very much right?' you nodded, small tears swelling in your eyes, 'yeah?'

he softly placed the box in your hand. the tears started to flow even more. 'what's this?' you asked, holding the velvet box in your hand. 'I want you to be mine.' he hushed to you, his cheeks getting warm and softer, even with all the scars all over his pale face. 'what do you mean? I am yours!' you squealed.

'I want you to marry me doll..' he mumbled. your eyes opened wide, exposing the tears that have been spilling out. and all of a sudden your eyes are a fountain. you crashed your body into his chest, shaking your head yes as you wailed into his body. ' is that's a yes-'

'YES!'

a/n:it's a series now, gimme gimme GIMME YOUR IDEAS!!!!

#cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod x reader #ellie dreams!✎ೃ⁀➷ #ellie speaks!! #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #simon ghost riley x bimbo!reader #bimbo!reader #cute #fluff #soft #fanfic

[rwdestuffs]

Well, can't say this wasn't inevitable.

Roosterteeth is finally shutting down. And despite all the issues I've got with the company, it kinda is a bit of a gut punch. For a lot of people, this was probably a large chunk of internet culture that people had grown up with. From Red vs. Blue, to RWBY, to plenty of their other IPs.

And yeah. They had a lot of controversy over the years, but let's' be real: So have a lot of other companies. They weren't as bad as Activision at the very least, but goddamn, were the controversies piling up a lot.

But that's not to say that they haven't also had some good out there. There are a lot of people out there that wouldn't be as well-known without them. Voice actors, animators, writers, artists, etc. And that's not to mention the community they built.

There are plenty of people I wouldn't have met without RT's existence. Artists I never would have come across, voice actors I wouldn't have followed, animators I wouldn't have admired. All that stuff.

Not to mention the hand they had in other IPs getting more well-known. No way a show like DEATH BATTLE would have been able to make something as great as Galactus vs. Unicron for their season finale without RT's resources.

Let's not forget that this isn't just something that's affecting RT. Thanks to david zaslav and his shitty decisions, animation across WB has been taking hit after hit for years. Even live-action was shat on by the bastard. Batgirl was written off for tax reasons, Cyote vs. ACME was trashed because of his decisions. So it's more than just RT that's going down.

It's a bit of a frightening thing. If this could happen to RT, then what else can his decisions shut down?

Sure, a lot of us here in the rwde tag will be happy about RT going down, but what about the other divisions that WB has?

Not to say that RT didn't also bring it on itself. Between RTX, Gen:LOCK, all their trips outside the states, and the controversies that prompted people to cancel their FIRST memberships, RT was basically one foot in the grave. Zaslav just made them put the next foot in.

Gotta say, that this whole thing had a lot of ups and downs. But goddamn… I sure hope that all the people who worked there are going to be alright. Companies are hardly just the decisions of the higher-ups. They're also people further down the totem pole that will be hurt by this.

Sure. The writing was on the wall. But there are people who will need the support and help that they can only get through community support.

Peace out, rwde tag.

#does this count as rwde? #rwde #rooster teeth

[bokutizer]

➵ NARUMI GEN

summary : Narumi Gen's life has its highs and its lows, but he's glad that he does not have to deal with the latter ones on his own (he would never admit that though). tags : exes to lovers (?), fem!reader, fluff, angst, something between comfort and reverse comfort?, mentions of blood, spoilers for chapters 53/54 a/n : I can't believe how much fun I had writing for him. He's such a versatile character AND A GODDAMN BABY <;33

It was not an unusual occurrence to find the commander of the first division of the Defense Force huddled up in his messy and dump-like bedroom. Yet the palpable melancholy in the light deprived room was rare. It was nothing new, considering that his job brought many sacrifices and losses with it, but still. It was rare.

Narumi was lying on his bed, hands clasped behind his head, changed into a white shirt with a faded Gundom imprint on it and his usual black sweatpants. Besides the few scratches along his jaw, nothing would have made you guess that this man had been on the battle field and had lost his mentor a few hours prior.

Yet here he was, barely acknowledging your presence as you finally closed the door behind you and, with slow and quiet steps, strode over to his bed. Between the various cushions and blankets on his bed, you could also spot the controller of his BS5 which lay beside his limp hand, even though the TV was clearly turned off, its screen pitch black. You wondered if he had really been able to muster some strength to game or if the abandoned controller was just another sign of defeat. Defeat because he had neither physical nor mental strength left to distract himself.

"What are you doing here?" despite the low volume of his raspy voice, his words managed to resonate through the quiet room, his face still facing the ceiling, his eyes covered by his multicoloured bangs.

"I've heard what happened to Mr. Isao." you spoke quietly, carefully choosing your words because you knew Narumi all too well. If it were for him, he would think that your presence was a mere sign of pity, a sign of his defeat, of his failure.

That's why the next time he spoke, his words were louder, harsher even. The tension in his body was clearly visible, tendons along his throat straining and jaw clenching. "Why. Are you here?"

You remained quiet and instead of snapping back, simply decided to take a seat on the edge of his bed. It was not noticeable to the naked eye, but Narumi relaxed, even if it was for only a tiniest bit. Somehow the air around him seemed less suffocating, now.

But as your hand slowly inched closer to his forehead, not being able to fight against your desire to just touch him even if it was for a short moment, one of his arms flew up, his hand grasping your wrist in a tight grip. "Narumi, I brought eye drops. Doctor said you overused them quite a bit." you said matter-of-factly, no softness coating your words, your expression emotionless as your eyes finally locked with his. They were bloodshot, red veins weaving themselves over his sclera, while the blueish rings beneath them seemed to have taken on an even darker shade than usual.

The hold on your wrist loosened, a wordless invitation for you to do whatever you had intended to do. Because, yeah, you knew Narumi but the same went the other way around. And if he knew one thing about you, then it was that you were stubborn as hell.

You motioned him do lie back down and soon after that his head hit the softness of his pillow, black and silver strands of hair sprawled over its pillowcase. How long has it been since the last time he had felt the tenderness of your hands? Three? Four months? It has definitely been long enough for him to feel like a terminally ill man who finally seemed to get his salvation.

The gentless with which your fingers combed his bangs out of his face, how they delicately rested along his eyes, not putting too much pressure around the irritated area as you pressed the prescribed amount of droplets out of the little tube. Narumi swore it was not the medication that soothed the uncomfortable itch in his eyes but rather just the simple sight of you.

However, he was aware that letting himself get used to this, to you, would be a fatal mistake.

"That’s enough." he muttered, slapping your hands away as if they could burn him. "Don’t need a damn nurse."

You sighed as you watched him turn on his side, his back facing you. This could have been your cue to simply leave him alone, let him shoulder this burden on his own, but you could not. And you knew that it was selfish because you were obviously not only staying because of Narumi. You were staying because the thought of him being alone right now would hurt you incredibly hard.

"How are you feeling?"

"'M fine. I've also been fine before. The bleeding's stopped. Now go."

"You know that’s not what I meant."

You flinched at the sight of his upper body swiftly shooting up, his bangs falling back into their place and hiding the frown etched on his face. "Why do you care? Huh? I couldn't do anything. Couldn’t save him. So why do you-"

"Because I care about you, Gen. You, not the first division commander." you cut him off, your own composure slowly crumbling as you felt your eyes sting. "Because I know that you liked Isao a lot."

Narumi's chest heaved heavily and he wondered if, in midst of the silence that reigned in the room, you could hear the rapid pounding of his heart, a result of all the anger, sorrow and relief that he felt currently. Anger towards himself, sorrow because that was simply something you felt when you lost someone, and relief because- because of you? He was not sure but that seemed to be the only plausible explanation.

The breathy chuckle vibrating in his chest seemed rather anguished as he flopped back down on his back, the heels of his palms pressed against his eyes. "You've missed me that badly, huh?" he derided, yet proceeded to scooch over a tiniest bit. Another silent invitation for you.

"You wish." the string of tension hanging between you two seemed to diminish, especially once your head lay beside his, two pairs of eyes now hyperfixating the grey ceiling as if it was the most engrossing thing you've ever witnessed.

"How did the evacuation go?" Narumi asked reluctantly after a beat of slience but received only a light jerk of your shoulders, one of them brushing against his. "That many deaths?"

He had already been looking at you as you turned your head to look into an ocean of red, your own eyes glazing over at the images of all the bodies your troop and you had recovered today from beneath all the ruins and debris that had remained after the destruction of so many buildings. "Way too many."

The reason Narumi's body felt rigid now was not tension, but rather hesitancy. It was just a small gesture of comfort, right? It would not hurt? Maybe a bit ironic since you were the one who had appeared in his room to comfort him, but who was he to give a shit? Warmth creeped through the skin of your palm as you felt him wrap his hand around yours until his fingers weaved themselves through the crevices of your own cold ones.

"Missed me that badly, huh?" you repeated his words, the light crack in your voice, however, drowning the lightheartedness in your words. The fake overly exaggerated laugh emanating from him nearly pulled a smile at your lips, the knot in your chest loosening a tad bit.

"You're insufferable." Narumi muttered defeatedly, the light squeeze you felt around your hand feeling like anything but annoyance or loathing.

"Right. That's why you broke up with me, remember?"

His eyes widened momentarily at your statement. The reason he had broken up with you? Many things annoyed Narumi Gen. Headlines of Ashiro Mina in the news, Hasegawa when he dragged him to unnecessary meetings, people who were only talks without any real actions and strength behind their words- You had never been part of any of these things.

The only thing that had scared him away from you was he himself. He feared all the things that you made him feel; the love that you made him feel for you. He feared becoming too attached and the possibility that your death would not leave him indifferent. For God's sake, neither of you had simple nine to five jobs. Every single day you left your cabins in your suits, you instantly signed a contract that granted you a meeting with Death himself.

But as Narumi noticed your breaths becoming deeper and steadier, his free hand brushing a single strand of your soft hair behind your ear, he realized that life without you was one of the many things that annoyed him. He realized that not having you at all was worse than the constant risk of loosing you, and for once, he was glad that many people had a rather bad image of him. Because he also realized that being selfish had never felt better than now.

#narumi gen #gen narumi #kaiju no.8 #kaiju no. 8 narumi gen #kaiju no. 8 narumi #gen narumi x reader #narumi gen x reader #narumi x reader #narumi fluff #kaiju no. 8 x reader #kn8 #kn8 narumi #kn8 x reader #kaiju no. 8 #kaiju no 8 #kaiju no. 8 imagines

[raytorosaurus]

Hello! You said in one of your tags about how Ray had to talk Gerard out of leaving the band, do you have any videos or interviews about that? Because I'm going insane over that knowledge

ok take my hand and follow me further down the path of insanity because it's not just once he's done it multiple times. i've always thought it's kinda fitting that back when they had a drummer who couldn't keep time live that job fell to ray even though it's normally down to the rhythm section bc well. ray literally keeps my chemical romance together. just off the top of my head:

early days, post-bullets. annoyingly i can't find the video source right now but it's been transcribed + giffed a bunch, e.g. here. gerard said: "We had a real talk in my kitchen one day and I'm pretty sure I was close to not wanting to do the band anymore. Just because we made a record, right? And I was like, 'Yeah that's it, I'm done now. I made a record, I'm cool.' I kind of tended to just make little goals for myself and then once accomplishing them kind of being over it and moving onto something else. And Ray never let me do that. Now I'll never let it go, you know, once I learned that. He helped me learn that." and then they hugged like this <3

then when they were writing/recording revenge they stayed in an apartment complex in la for a couple of months - mikey and frank were roommates, gerard and ray were roommates, and otter was on his own lol. gerard flipped out and panicked that nobody would understand what they were trying to do or say with revenge and ray talked him through it. it's mentioned on p99 of not the life it seems:

then i'm sure most of you know about the madison square garden show that capped out the pretty harrowing black parade tour. frank was highly medicated and zoned out, they played desert song by ray's request, and gerard said the (in)famous, "If we never play another show ever again, keep yourself alive," line. apparently the vibes backstage were Not Good and gerard was going around telling everyone that they'd just played their last show and ray was on damage control. then ray talked to gerard and convinced him to take a break from the band for a while, because if they didn't it would be the end forever. then allegedly on the ride home with a couple of his old buddies like jon rivera, gerard started writing what would later become boy division. yeah i know right. there's a long section of ntlis dedicated to that but the most relevant part is here on p230:

anyway. love how with this band it always comes back down to the love and loyalty they all have for each other, because my chemical romance would truly be nowhere without it. so grateful that we get to witness a little bit of that and see them all back together visibly having so much fun and spreading joy even now in their forties. they always knew my chemical romance was important but i don't think they ever could have known it would end up like this <3

#know your HERSTORY #literally if in life i can be at least half as supportive a friend as ray toro seems to be... #mcr history #sorry this took a while to answer anon i like to source things lol and i had shit to do in my real life 🙄 #hope you see this! #the transcripts for those quotes are in the image descriptions btw #sl #answered #*

[ferrocyan]

15 lines of dialogue

Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

15 feels like too few haha! i'm picking these mostly from finished fics, with a couple of wips at the end. feels like i could go on forever otherwise

tagged by @improvised-finish (tysm!!) and tagging @pillowfriendly and @worldoshaking i wanna read more of your wols pls pls pls (*>∀<*)

(duo)

"I've never heard of such a name before! From which fair land do you hail, friend?"

"Coer--" C'astarhte said something and promptly bit her tongue. She covered her mouth, then quickly added, "Pardon. Meant to say... I come from the Exarch's homeland."

---

C'astarhte looked distressed. She glanced around at the rest of the bar, then at Reeq, and whispered intently, "But this worked before... Crystarium people don't ask about the Exarch."

(detour)

"So we've never really fought together, no? When you say we're partners, I'd like it to be earned."

---

"Doesn't need to," Tart shrugged. "What matters is we do it together. No more objections, right? Surely not." She stuck out her tongue at Lue-Reeq, then headed to the stairs.

---

"You know," Tart said, "you're not bad. I don't know much about archery, but your technique is very clean. Efficient, no wasted movement, very well timed. I was amazed how fast you could nock arrows and have shots lined up perfectly. It was nice to fight with you. Good job, Reeq."

(drown)

She just had to kill Andreia. All would be well if she killed Andreia. Remember what she had done to Alisaie, to Alphinaud? Blackguard. Scum. Bitch. Just kill her and get it over with!

(ask of me)

"No," Tart cuts him off. "Don't want to stop, just... want you to stop pretending I'm not here."

"Am I?"

"You're not touching me, not saying anything, not even looking at me! What's with that, Reeq?" she pouts.

---

"Reeq, you like it when complimented and told you're doing a good job. I feel the same. So, not asking for more, you're giving back to me." She smiles, putting her hand on his. "I like you. Always want more of you. If you're having a good time then so am I. Wouldn't know that if you don't tell me, though, so let me hear it, yeah?"

(focus)

"you're scaring me a little, right now."

she smiles. "is that bad?"

"not at all. i quite like it."

"good."

(wurm)

"Say, remember when you asked, would I still love you if you were a worm?"

Reeq snorts. "Why yes, I do! I remember perfectly well," he pinches her cheek lightly, "when you told me that you would feed me to your chocobo."

(peel)

The man is ecstatic, so very amused that he cannot hold his giggles back. His feet kick as he laughs and his tail thumps on the floor, shaking with glee. Unable to wait for Reeq to finish his sentence, he fills in with an exclamation:

"Tart!"

Tart only makes himself laugh harder.

(division)

"ishgard has ways of denying certain people's existnce. mean really, completely erase them, unlike the shite that bishop was spewing about himself. my family no longer exists. how dare he accuse me of not understanding how it feels to be rejected? and how dare you take my prey?"

---

tart holds his focus in his right hand, blade in the left. his tail flicks uneasily. "go easy on me, won't you?"

"what? oh my, i never thought i would hear that from the warrior of light!" aymeric laughs as he readies his own sword.

"i'm ill, you blackguard."

"then maybe you should rest properly."

"hasn't helped. this might, so stay still and let me cast magic at you."

(out to the cold)

"--get it, i get it. zenos wanting me makes me a liability. now that you all have the dragon scales' protection, i am not needed anymore. you--they're setting you up as my replacement. no. no, they can't. won't allow it. can't let that happen. oh--you--you're here to kill me. you can't replace me! i'll kill you first! you're dead, estinien wyrmblood!"

(aphelion)

"not that i want to die, g'raha. just... wish i'd died back there. it wouldn't've been good, but it would've been perfect. my life could've ended perfectly. haven't you felt that way too?"

#tart the wol #don't worry abt that last one i will never write more bc i have no idea how to do it 👍

[hungnitan]

My thought of Danheng IL Animated Short Inchor of Two Dragons

First of all, the animation are awesome ! As expected from Honkai division which already make these for more than five years especially the battle parts (lol)

This animation giving us a detail introduction of Danfeng, wow I love his mature cold ruthless vibe ! And addition too, Danfeng using different VA from Danheng which is the real pointer from hoyo that they are really a different person.

But for my thought, it definitely possible this Danfeng is came from Danheng imagination which came from other stories but not the real him since we all know Sedition of IL happens because of him. Many of what Danfeng said kinda contradicting with current situations. That's the reason too I can't believe no memories characters are saying Jingliu Blade Danheng I pointing to you all (lol). Despite the misleading you know what I really scare here, the possibility hoyo make IL companion quest will be around this animated video ! I know Danheng feels so fulfilled but he still not know the real truth, oh sh*t I know he commit a great sin but just let Danfeng rest in peace !

Then HCQ daily life ! After seeing it, I kinda delulu for possibility they would making anime like Cooking with Valkyrie series (so yeah one or two episode of HCQ will be great !)

I won't pointing everyone already know like old Yingxing or matching bracer matching earings or XingYue delulu (lol) but maybe most people missed one truth here, Jing Liu basically the strongest HCQ member !

Mentionable scene : I really shiver around this scene, when Danfeng tilted Danheng chin with his spear, giving him a ruthless vibe (I know it's just Danheng imagination but he was cold person at past lol)

Now I gonna delulu myself around twitter looking at Danfeng tags hahahaha

#honkai star rail #dan heng imbibitor lunae #dan heng #dan feng #I gonna omit myself giving a request at hsr survey #MAKING DANFENG COSTUME FOR IL #or maybe IL can switch personality since it kinda waste isnt #danfeng va needs more screentime (lol)

[shanie-the-komania-toyaddict]

I will say this again, here, on a new post because I'm on mobile and can't find the old one.

If this is the end of the line for this round of Zowens? I'll be crushed. Not gonna lie. But neither this, Kevin's injury, nor any fallout from them take away from what they accomplished. I'm not going to stand here and pretend that their tag title reign was anything to write home about, but that's not their fault. The tag division on Raw has been shit for ages. Still, they did the best with what they had to work with and for that I am grateful.

But beyond that. Main Event. Wrestlemania. Nobody and I mean NOBODY can take that moment away from them. Nobody can take Wrestlemania away from them, nobody can take Night of Champions away from them, nobody can take Elimination Chamber away from them, nothing and nobody can take away the last entire year from them and everything they accomplished and gave to us.

This sucks. Not gonna lie. If this is real as we all suspect and they're going to have to vacate, yeah, it sucks. But... this is Sami Zayn and Kevin Owens. Their story is NEVER over. They have said so themselves as recently as this past week. They will always be together in some fashion and they will always be connected.

Even if this is the end of this round, it is NOT the end of the story.

Because the story never ends.

Sami and Kevin are forever.

#zowens

[itjazzbicch]

Champion Versus Champion

Pairing: Bron Breakker x Fem Reader

Summary: The reader is the best NXT womens champion and she is cocky about it, interrupting Bron and Cameron Grimes, shutting them both down with words and when she hears backstage that Bron’s upset, she confronts him and “fight” over who’s the better champion…

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!)(Swearing, degradation, oral M receiving, masturbation, fingering, foreplay, rough sex, choking, unprotected sex)

(First time writing for Bron and wanted it to be KINKY so I hope I did good!)

Requested by: No One (But I hope you all enjoy it!)

Word Count: 1.9k

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @peachy-satan00 @new-zealand-chic @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @damnnhausen @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @cuzimacomedian @april-jeanette-wagner @starwithaheart

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

"Alright, alright, stop. Please!"

Bron and Cameron were surprised to see me making my way out to the ring, fixing my sunglasses down, strutting in heels to the ring, making sure my NXT women's championship shined brightly.

"You two literally make me cringe," I shook while getting in the ring, "And I really love to burst your bubbles, but you want to know why people watch NXT?"

Unstrapping my title, I raised up high, smiling:

"ME!"

I was the longest women's NXT champion now, the best champion on the roster, and I wasn't afraid to speak my mind.

"Who in the hell do you think-" Bron spoke, just for me to bud in:

“I am Y/N! YOUR NXT women's champion!"

I walked right up to him, putting the title in his face, shooting:

"You may be the men's NXT champ but let's face it. This show is MINE! I'm the one who puts asses in seats, makes the ratings, and puts on the five-star matches. You're only here because of your daddy!"

It looked like he wanted to tear me a part, but I had a smile on my face the whole time, only adding to the burn:

"You never had to work as hard as me in this industry and you standing here and taking it proves every word I just said, is the truth! Now, get your fruit loop looking ass out of my ring. The REAL champ has business to take care of." I made sure Cameron wasn't left out either, jabbing at him, "You too, jobber! You're nowhere near my level. Get the hell out."

They did what was best, getting out of the ring no matter how much it pained them, taking the time I had to address the women's division and when each one of them came out, surrounding the ring, I burned them with the truth just as bad, to the point where I walked out untouched, strutting my ass and showing off my title as the top wrestler in NXT.

"Woo, would I hate to be you right now," I heard a snicker in the back when I got to the back, turning to see Sikoa in the corner, "Bron's going to get a girl after you or something after that."

That thought made me laugh, looking to him, "Yeah who? Because I'm undefeated and just addressed every bitch in this place and not one of em stepped up."

He had nothing to say to that, flipping my hair and heading to the locker rooms, all eyes were on me and in the hall, I heard Bron's voice:

"When you see that bitch, tell her to come here!"

"Who are you calling a bitch?!" I said quickly, storming my way over to his locker room, saying to the crew member, "You're no longer relevant."

I went right into the locker room with intentions of putting him in his place, AGAIN, but when I slammed the locker room door shut, I turned to see him in nothing but a towel, still wet from his shower.

Why was I frozen?

"I was talking about you!" He snapped, still pissed off, "I won't even lie to you, you are a good wrestler! You are a good champ! But you need to watch your mouth!"

"Let me tell you something baby boy," I stepped up, "If you can't handle some criticism, you'll never be champ for long, a wrestler for long as a matter of fact. I could've said worse if we're being honest."

"Oh, I can handle it, but you're a special case. You have more ego than you do brains," He huffed, watching his chest heave, big and broad, water droplets running down it, "Now, here you are, not even listening to me."

I was zoned out, not able to keep my eyes off his body, saying without thinking:

"I like you more when you just stand there and look pretty."

"Excuse me?" He laughed softly, then got serious, having me against the wall, towering over me with another pissed off look, "I could say the same to you, but guess what? You pissed me off and that's the last thing you should do to me. I'm NXT champion for a reason and you can find out."

"Champion versus champion?" I giggled softly, wiping his chest that was steaming hot, looking up into his eyes, "I'm undefeated. So, good luck with that."

I never knew how fast he truly was till he snatched away my sunglasses in a flash, hand able to take my whole throat, growling with a kiss:

"That streak's going to end and when I'm done, you're going to stop being such a bitch."

I loved that he thought calling me a bitch would get under my skin, having him squeeze my throat harder and blocking air when I whispered:

"You can never change a bad bitch."

"That right?" He already noticed that I was checking him out, which was a weakness that he had advantage of, throwing off his towel and laughing at how quickly my eyes shot up open to observe.

And God, that body almost turned me into his biggest fan, big from head to toe and with that bit of water still on him? It almost had me drooling.

"Oh, you like what you see?" He looked down along with me, his grip so tight that I grew a little lightheaded, "What happened to me looking like fruit loops?"

"Shut up before I suck your soul out through your dick," I smiled, breathing when he loosened up:

"With that big ass ego, I already know you think you're the shit. You'll suck my soul out? Try it."

He let me go with a slight push and without any words, I dropped straight to my knees, accepting the challenge and smiling up to him:

"Going to give you the match of your life."

I was always a showoff, kissing the tip softly before taking it in, bobbing my head and deep throating his cock in one go, and one go was all he needed to feel.

My back smack the door with a hard thrust of his hips, pushing his cock even further down my throat, taking a tight handful of my hair and pulling softly.

"Took that like a slut," He looked down at me, smirking and kept thrusting, growing faster but had to watch me smile and bob my head right along still, even with a sore throat, taking a handful of his balls too with saliva all down my chin.

He wasn't winning just yet; I managed to hold him still, sucking harder and moving faster, making sure I still he was throat deep, then tapped his ass to let him fuck my throat some more.

"Better watch it," He swatted my hand away, gripping my hair with both hands and fucking my throat till I couldn't breathe anymore, coming to slow stop when he saw that I was a bit dazed.

"I'll admit," I breathed deep, wiping my chin, "You know how to work it."

He just smirked confidently, flexing and showing how he was rock solid in every part of his body from his arms to abs to his legs, and when he looked down, between my skirt, he observed:

"Can't even wear panties?"

"What?" I shrugged, placing my hands between my thighs, "Not like anyone's seeing or getting it."

That made him cock his eyebrow and I decided to tease him more, rubbing myself knowing he couldn't see, laughing:

"Besides, no one here could get me off anyway."

Making him mad and working him up was the funniest thing to me, moving my hand faster as he watched, letting him see as I pulled my skirt up, spreading my knees further, rubbing my clit fast and looking up:

"Think you can, hm?"

When my fingers dipped down, fingering myself softly, he was so close to snapping and before I could get out another word, he took my other hand, standing me up against the door, fingering me with two already, having me squirm at the sudden stretch, growling:

"I know I can."

"I let you have your fun," I looked with puppy dog eyes, grinding down into his hand, and stroking his cock at the same time, "I say I deserve a little treat and you're still ready to go."

"Always ready to go," He stopped everything he was doing, picking me up in one arm and going to the table, shoving everything off it and throwing me on my stomach, spreading my legs, "Come on, I know you're flexible."

"Someone pays close attention to my matches," I smiled back, fixing myself into a split and watching him positioning himself, smacking the table hard.

"Can't take it?" He had the laugh when I turned, not letting him see my face after pushing all his cock in.

He was a lot to take, so worked up and his girth really gave me a stretch, gripping onto the edge of the table as he smacked his hips into my ass hard, about putting his cock in my stomach.

"The bitch finally stopped yapping," He laughed, smacking my ass and going off, thinking he had me, but I turned my head, snapping:

"You still gotta get me off, baby boy. So, don't think I'm down just yet."

"Then why are you so quiet?" He brought up, leaning to hold me by the throat again, growing rougher with his whispers, "Because my dick's good and you don't want to admit it?"

It felt like my head was about to explode from not moaning, snapping and finally breaking:

"I already told you! You know how to work it! Now, just keep fucking me, Bron! F-Fuck!"

"Don't worry, I'm going to do more than just get you off," He huffed, holding my hips and about pulling the table with him, but listened and didn't slow down for even a second.

For a moment, I was worried the table might snap in half from how strong he was, the force coming down into me and into the table.

I could care less about all of the shot we were taking at one another, feeling how tight my core was with heat, the pleasure making me lightheaded again and not even realizing how loud I was moaning, soon screaming out his name, knuckles white from gripping the table so hard.

"This pussy is nice and tight," He huffed at how hard I was squeezing him, "Been waiting for someone as good as me."

My frantic nods made him smile, throwing my head back with a cry:

"Come on, Bron. I'm so close to cuming!"

"Starting to think no one has ever got you off," He kept hitting the right spot that was bringing my orgasm closer, "Never think I've seen you praise someone."

"Be grateful it's you," I breathed, holding his hand tight, crying more, "It's right there! Bron, please!"

"I ain't stopping you," He held, spanking my ass hard and we both groaned at my hips jerking upward, walls pushing and wetness gushing without any warning, having my face drop to the table, smiling tiredly at his groan, "Jesus fuck, Y/N.”

“They call you Bron Breakker for a reason, huh?” I whispered, making us both laugh, but he took it so seriously, asking:

“So, you going to respect YOUR NXT champion now?”

“Hmm,” I debated, turning my head to looks up into his eyes and smile, “I’d say we’re equals now.”

#wrestling #wrestling imagine #wrestling fic #wrestling smut #wrestling oneshot #wwe #wwe imagine #wwe fic #wwe smut #wwe oneshot #nxt #nxt imagine #nxt fic #nxt smut #nxt oneshot #Bron breakker #Bron breakker x reader #Bron breakker imagine #Bron breakker fic #Bron breakker smut #Bron breakker oneshot #read and enjoy

[mccall-muffin]

Love vs. Hate - Part 2 // Joe Liebgott x OC

Previous // Next Summary: Technical Sergeant Olivia Stark knows the military. Raised in a military family, a graduate of military school and OCS herself, she is transferring from the 82nd Airborne Division to the 101st. Between new friends and what appear to be foes, she becomes a part of Easy Company, 2nd Battalion, 506th PIR.

Warnings: Language (as for now)

A/N: And here goes Part 2. Enjoy :) If someone wants to be added to the tag list, just send me a message! 12 Miles are about 20 Kilometers, by the way :P Tag list: @brassknucklespeirs

6th November 1942 - Camp Toccoa, Georgia I've been with Easy Company for two months, and I'm getting along better and better with the men. Well, with almost all of them, at least. Liebgott, my bed neighbor, still acts cold and dismissive towards me. But I have found a real friend in Don Malarkey. As for Sobel... Well, he keeps his word and treats me like any other soldier. This means that he also regularly revokes my weekend passes and yells at me.

I point to the sky as we lay exhausted on the grass after another Currahee run. "Someday... Someday I'm going to kill that bastard, I promise you," I say, and Don grins at me. "I think you'd have a lot of support here, sweetheart." I smile at him as well. "I think so." "Liv?" We hear a voice, and Lip walks up to us. "Lip?" "Can I talk to you for a second?" I nod and stand up. "See you later, Don."

I follow Lip, who pulls me aside for a moment. "How are you?" he asks, and I look at him in surprise. "What do you mean?" "Exactly that, Liv. I want to know how you're doing. And how it's going with the men." "You know you don't have to watch me, Lip, right? I'm fine. I'm getting along great with Don and Muck and Penky and the others. Except maybe Liebgott, but he's just him." Lip nods. "Thanks, Lip... You kind of remind me of my brother Damon." Lip smirks. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah, he was always so protective of me too." "Where is he now?" "Somewhere in the pacific, as far as I know. He's a lieutenant in the Marines." Lip nods, and together we walk toward the mess hall. "I guess your family's into the military, huh?" Lip grins as we grab food. "Well... My dad is a Colonel with the 2nd Ranger Battalion, my other brother Tommy is also a Lieutenant, and as far as I can tell from my mom's last letter, my little sister Cindy enlisted. Only my mom and my older sister Lily are not in the military."

Lip and I sit down with our food. Not a minute later, Don and Muck join us. "And your mom just supports that? That she lets almost all of her kids go to war?", Lip asks, and Don looks up. "Well, we all went to military school. Somehow it wasn't a discussion at all. We were all active soldiers, so it wasn't even an issue that we weren't fighting. We were drafted." "How come you ended up with paratroopers?" then asks Muck. "Well, I didn't want to be under my father. That would have been a pre-programmed issue. When I was in OCS, I heard about the Airborne and enlisted, so they sent me to the 82nd. The men there were not very open to me and made my life hell. Except for one soldier. He was always nice and acknowledged whether I had tits or a dick." The guys laugh, and Don puts a hand on my shoulder. "Just like us."

This evening It's Friday night, and I'm lying on my cot reading a book. Next to me, George and Don are playing a game, and on my other side lies Liebgott, engrossed in his comics as usual. I sit up and take a smoke from the pack, but I can't find a lighter. "Can I have your lighter real quick?" I ask Liebgott, and he looks up at me, annoyed. "Get your own," he grumbles, and I roll my eyes. "I have one, but I can't find it, so get your head out of your ass and give me yours." Now Liebgott is looking at me. He snorts, shakes his head, and then tosses me his lighter before turning back to his comic. I take it and light the cigarette. "You guys are like an old married couple," Don says, grinning at us, which earns him a dirty look from Liebgott and me. "Shut up, Malarkey!" then says Liebgott. I throw his lighter back at him, but he doesn't see it, and it lands right in his crotch, causing him to groan.

"Jesus Christ, Stark! What the fuck?!" he curses, giving me a nasty look. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," I say quickly, but I can't suppress a laugh. Liebgott holds his soft parts and writhes in pain. "At least you had some female interaction in your crotch for once now, Joe," George grins, making us laugh even harder. Liebgott stands up angrily. "Oh, fuck all of you!" he says and walks outside. Amused, we watch him go. "Isn't he a ray of sunshine?" I ask, addressing Don and George, who grin at me.

Suddenly Winters enters the barracks, and we quickly stand up. "Second Platoon, we're moving out. Full dress and ready for the night march. Canteens filled. You have ten minutes." He leaves the barracks again. I glance at Don before looking briefly at Liebgott's empty bed. If he misses the march, he's screwed. I quickly change and am already on my way out. "Where are you going?" George asks me. "I'm going to find Private Sunshine. Someone should probably tell him he has to be outside in five minutes." "You're too nice, Liv. If someone treated me like that, I'd ditch him." "I'm a platoon Sergeant Don. I have responsibilities." With those words, I leave the barracks and look around outside.

I find Liebgott near the latrines. "Hey," I call out to him, and he groans in annoyance. "What do you want, Stark? You want to kick some more?" he asks, looking at me. "No, actually, I don't. Whereas, if you keep talking to me like that, then maybe. I just wanted to inform you that in..." I glance at my watch for a moment. "...Three and a half minutes, we have to be ready to march in full gear. But do what you want." I turn away from him and go back to the others. "Why are you telling me this?" "Because, unlike you, I'm not an asshole."

Once again, Easy Company is on their Friday night march. Fully loaded and ready, they march their 12 miles. I walk silently beside Don. "I'm going to say something now," Bull whispers to George, as he's getting really tired of it. "To who?" he asks back, and Bull looks to Winters. "Lieutenant Winters?" "What is it?" the latter asks back. "Permission to speak, sir." "Permission granted." "Sir, we have nine companies, sir," he notes, and I can only imagine what he's getting at. "We do," Winters says. "Then how come we're the only company that marches 12 miles in full dress in the dark every Friday night?" "What do you think, Private Randleman?" "Lieutenant Sobel hates us, sir." I can't help but smirk in amusement. "Oh, I don't think Lieutenant Sobel hates Easy Company, Private Randleman. He just hates you," Winters returns, and I never imagined such cold humor from him. Many of the men start laughing. "Thank you, sir." "But he still hates you the most, Liv," Don says next to me, making George laugh in front of us. "What do you want me to do?" I grin. "Leaving would be an option," she then hears Liebgott behind her, and she looks at him briefly. "And make it so easy for you? Forget it, Liebgott! It's too much fun to piss you off," I say sarcastically, seeing Don smirking beside me.

After we have completed the march, I fall into my bed, exhausted. Poor Christenson. He has to repeat the whole march. "Hey, you know what?" Don then says, looking at me. "What?" "Tomorrow, we can finally go out. I think this is one of the first weekends when we all still have our passes. What do you think, Liv? Have a little fun?" I sit up on my bed and beam at Don. "You don't have to ask twice, Malarkey! Penky, you in?" I ask Alex, who shakes his head at his nickname, but then agrees. "You guys aren't going without me, though! I've made it my mission to get this little bird here bottled up." "You're welcome to try, Luz, but I'm telling you... I'm pretty hard drinking!" "We'll see about that, Stark," George grins, and I wink at him. "Will you guys shut up already? Some people would like to sleep." "Oh, stop being such a baby Liebgott. You can sleep plenty when you're old and shriveled! Tomorrow, it's time to celebrate!"

7th November 1942 - Camp Toccoa, GA After a few quiet lessons on Saturday morning, we finally have free time. We put on our starting uniforms and gather. We're a sizable group and off to Toccoa for a bit of a shindig. Don, George, Muck, Penkala, Toye, Guarnere, Christenson, Webster, Popeye, Skinny, and a few others join us. Even Lip comes along. What amazes me is that when I leave the barracks, Liebgott is standing next to Don, waiting. "Well, look at that," Don laughs when he sees me. "What, never seen a woman before?" I ask, punching him in the shoulder. "Yes, I have, but I've never seen you in a skirt and high heels before." "And you won't often, Don, so memorize that image well." I've made myself pretty for the day. My hair is down and slightly wavy, and I've painted my lips with dark red lipstick.

Behind me, I hear a whistle, and when I turn around, Muck is standing in front of me. "Oh la la, what do we have here?" he grins and comes toward us. "Shut up, Skip. Remember... Faye is waiting for you at home." "Yeah yeah, but you're still allowed to look, right?" "Ah, shut it, Muck."

Don grins and puts an arm around my shoulders. "Shall we?" he asks, and I nod with a smile. Then I notice Liebgott's gaze, eyeing me. "See something you like, Liebgott?" I ask, and he looks me in the eye. He bites his lips briefly and twitches an eyebrow. "Seen better." "Of course you have." I shake my head, and Don grins at me. "Well, let's go."

When we finally get to the pub, Don orders a round of beers for us. The bar is packed with soldiers. "Wow, pretty crowded in here, huh?" I say to no one in particular, but Muck agrees with me anyway. Our group quickly disperses, and we sit, laugh, and smoke comfortably. "I'll get the next round," I say and stand up before heading to the bar. I place the order and wait patiently, but then I feel something on my butt. I turn around and look into the eyes of a soldier who smiles at me insinuatingly. "Well, darling? Can I buy you a drink?" he asks, and I look at him incredulously. "Does that usually work? You grope a lady, and then she lets you have it?" I ask, but his grin doesn't disappear. "Come on. I'll be happy to show you a real man." "No thanks. And I doubt you'll be able to show me. And now, if you don't mind..." I turn away from him again, but he grabs my arm. It seems he hasn't seen my badges on my sleeve either.

"You're pretty cheeky; you know that? But I like cheeky!" he says and pulls me towards him. As I want to tell him off, he is yanked away from me. "I think she told you to fuck off," Liebgott says, holding the man by the collar. Now other soldiers take notice, including Don and the others, who immediately come over. "Stay out of this, asshole!" grumbles the soldier, glaring at Liebgott. "This is between the pretty lady and me." "Yeah, and the pretty lady told you to fuck off. So accept it and fuck off!" "What's going on?" Don asks me, but my attention is on Liebgott and the other soldier. "I didn't hear it from her, though." The soldier looks at me, and I raise an eyebrow. Liebgott lets go of him and steps aside. "Well, then, please..." The soldier looks at me promptly. "What he said," I say perkily and wave him off. "That your man? Is that it? You should tell your slut that maybe she should send less lewd signals when..." But that's as far as he gets because Liebgott punches him.

The soldier goes down, holding his bloody nose. "You son of a bitch!" "She's our fucking platoon sergeant, in case you overlooked that. So shut the fuck up and stay away from her." In disbelief, I look at Liebgott. He just punched a man for me. I walk up to the soldier on the ground and take his name tag in my hand. "Private Stretton, is it? Maybe I should have a word with your CO. You should probably re-learn the rank insignia. And if I see you coming near anyone again who doesn't want it, I'll personally make sure you get your punishment. Understood?" The soldier snorts but then nods.

Don and Muck grin behind me. "Come on, I'll take care of this," Don says, pointing to the beers that are now ready and taking them to the table with Muck. At our table, I turn to Liebgott. "Thank you," I say, smiling gently. "I didn't do this for you," he returns, and I look at him, confused. "That was for Easy Company. And whether I like it or not, you're part of it. No one disrespects us. To make that clear, you were just a means to an end." Liebgott walks away from me, and I look after him, perplexed. I sit down and look at the table in front of me. "What a prick..." I grumble. "Yeah, part men really don't know how it works..." Muck says, but Don shakes his head. "I don't think she meant him." Liv is still looking at Liebgott, standing with Talbert and the others.

"Forget about him, Liv. I don't think anyone understands the complex thing in Joe's head," Don says, drawing my attention back to himself. "I just don't understand it. Did I do anything to him?" Don and Muck exchange a look, but Liv can't interpret it. "Not that I know of," Muck then says with a shrug. "But it doesn't matter, anyway. Let Liebgott think what he wants. We like you, and I think most people in Easy do." "Thanks, Muck," I say with a smile and take a sip of my beer. "Soon, we'll be off to Fort Benning. Are you nervous yet?" asks Don, then looking at me. "No, not really. It's just jump training, right?" Don starts to laugh. "Yeah, I'll tell you again when we get to the plane door."

Still thinking about Liebgott, I sit at the table with Don a little later. Muck has disappeared somewhere, and Penkala is dancing with a girl. "Come on, Liv... Just forget it," Don says, looking at me. "I know, Don. But..." "No buts," Don interrupts me. He stands up and holds out his hand to me. I look at him questioningly. "Come on. A dance will take your mind off things." For a moment, I eye my friend and then take his hand. "There you go." Don leads me onto the dance floor, taking my left hand in his and placing his other on the small of my back before he begins to move and lead me.

For a while, we dance without speaking. My gaze keeps automatically wandering to Liebgott without me being able to stop it. "Hey. Stop", Don says, and I look at him. His dark eyes search mine. "Just look at me, will you? It's not worth you letting him ruin your night. What was it like yesterday? It's time to party today," he grins, infecting me. I smirk and look down at the floor for a moment. "No, look at me, Liv. Just me." I lift my eyes again and then laugh as Don grimaces. "You really are unbelievable, Don." "But it works, right?" I nod and focus on him and our dance.

When the song ends, Don pulls me into his arms, and I laugh. I don't notice his gaze shift to Liebgott, who is watching us closely. "Come, let's take a break," Don says, leading me back to our table. "I didn't know you could dance like that, Malarkey. You never cease to amaze me." "That's what I'm here for, right?" I smile at him and nod. "Seems so." I look down at my glass and take a sip. "Thanks, Don. For everything." "No need to thank me, sweetheart." "Sweetheart?" I ask with amusement. "It is what it is, Liv. You can't deny it," he laughs, raising his glass. "Here's to Liv. Easy Company's sweetheart." "Oh, come on," I laugh out now. "You're going to regret those words someday." "I don't think so. Even though it's only been two months, I think I know you better than you think." "Is that so?" "Yep. And as your newly appointed best friend, it's my job to look out for you, sweetheart." I raise my glass as well and bump it against his. "To best friends." "To best friends," he repeats.

"Hey, what are you doing?" then shouts George, pulling up a chair to our table. "I thought I was your best friend, Liv?" "Sorry, Luz, that post has just been taken," Don grins, and I shake my head laughing. "Don't worry, George, I'll find another post for you," I laugh, and he looks at me with mock indignation. "I can't accept that, Sergeant Stark." We all three laugh and call it a night.

13th November 1942 - Camp Toccoa, GA The following week, after Sobel is promoted to Captain and Winters to 1st Lieutenant, Don and I are in line for food. It's a quiet afternoon with lessons, and as a small celebration of the promotions, we have spaghetti today. At least, if you can call it that. Rumor has it that Sobel requested this single-handedly from Winters after he sentenced him to two weeks as Mess Officer.

"I can't believe we're actually getting some real food for once," says Don, standing behind me in line. "You call that something real, Malarkey?" asks Bill, standing in front of me and turning to look at us. "I'll make you something real someday, Don, but this? I don't know what to call it," I grin. When we get to the front, the kitchen soldier turns away from us with the pan. "Hold on, more coming. These guys are packing it away," he says, pointing to the soldiers who already have some food. We wait, and when we have our portions, we sit at a table. "This stuff's orange. Spaghetti ain't supposed to be orange," Penkala grumbles, poking at his food. "This ain't spaghetti. This is army noodles with ketchup," interjects Perconte, sitting diagonally across from me. "You ain't gotta eat it," Bill now asks, and Perconte looks at him incredulously. "Oh, come on, Gonorrhoea, as a fellow Italian, you should know that calling this crap spaghetti is a mortal sin."

Suddenly a hand reaches forward from the table behind us. "You don't want it? I'll have it," Hoobler says, and I laugh. "No, no, no, I'm eating here," Perconte returns, reaching for his plate. "Hey, get outta here," now chides Bill, whose plate was also nearly stolen.

I just shake my head and look down at my plate. "Aren't you going to eat?" Don asks me with his mouth full, pointing at my plate. "I don't know, Don. Something's not right here somehow. This is so not Sobel. The weather's not too bad. So why would he give us a quiet afternoon AND spaghetti?" Don shrugs. "Best not to question it at all, kid," Bill says, shoveling in his pasta. I look at the men at my table, all stuffing their food down. As I'm about to put my fork in my mouth, the door is yanked open.

"Orders changed. Get up. Lectures are canceled - Easy Company is running up Currahee," Sobel shouts, and we all quickly stand up. "Move, move. Three miles up, three miles down. Hi yo silver. Let's go, let's go," he continues to call, and I look at Don. "Fuck," I huff and follow the others into the barracks. "It's like you have a sixth sense, Liv," Don grumbles beside me as we change clothes. "It's called female intuition, Don."

A short time later, we run Currahee. I'm happy I haven't eaten anything, but the other men suffer quite a bit. Many of them are throwing up and not in good shape, which spurs Sobel to bring them down even more. "You're a washout, Private Hoobler. You should pack up those ears and go home," he shouts into the neck of Hoobs, who is visibly struggling. But Hoobs is not the only one. "Looks like Gordon's done, aren't you, Gordon? You finished? You do not deserve to get your wings," he shouts to Smokey, running beside me. As Sobel turns away again, I reach out my arm and give Smokey's hand a quick squeeze. "Don't listen to him," I hiss as I hear Sobel taking on Bull. "Thanks, Liv, but that's easier said than done," he whispers back. "I know, but you're just as good as any of us, okay? We can do this. All of us!"

Suddenly, in front of me, I hear George start to sing a song. "We pull upon the risers." Of course, it doesn't take long for all the soldiers to join. "We pull upon the grass. We never land upon our feet; we always hit our ass. Hi dee, hi dee, Christ Almighty, who the hell are we? Zim, zam, goddamn, we're Airborne infantry. We pull upon the risers; we pull upon the grass. We never land upon our feet; we always hit our ass. Hi dee, hi dee, Christ Almighty, who the hell are we? Zim, zam, goddamn, we're Airborne infantry."

It seems Sobel doesn't like this at all because I can see him slow down and then stop in the corner of my eye.

#Band of Brothers #bob #bobedit #joe liebgott #don malarkey #dick winters #Joe Liebgott x OC #ww2 #hbowar #hbo series #Here we go: Part 2 #Part 2 #Basic Training

[combatfaerie]

Ficlet: Tag, You're It

Story: Tag, You're It Word count: 1,096 Relationship(s): Liv Morgan/Rhea Ripley Also available at: AO3 and Wattpad Summary: Rhea makes a proposal to Liv on the beach. (A wrestleprompts throwback!)

Logically, Liv knew Rhea must have gone out in the sun at some point. She was from Australia, after all, and while Liv had seen pictures of her in shorts, those were mostly gym shots. Somehow, though, seeing Rhea Ripley in any colour but black just seemed wrong.

Seeing Rhea Ripley in a powder blue bikini with white flowers on it should have been an abomination, yet there was something strangely right about it. Liv had started the beach days for the women's roster back when Ruby and Sarah were released and she was feeling lonely and wanted to connect more to the rest of the locker room. Since then, they had grown from a handful of girls to full-out events. Now Becky even brought Roux to some of the gatherings, and the little girl was a big hit with all the women. Rhea was playing with her now, tossing her high in the air and making her squeal, but when she noticed that Liv was off by herself, she passed Roux over to Sonya and headed over. "Hey." Her Australian accent almost reminded Liv of a drawl. "Why are you all the way over here? The fun's happening over there," Rhea said, pointing to where most of the women were gathered.

Liv shrugged lightly. "I know. I'll join in later."

Rhea had started to sit beside her, but stopped and straightened up. "Oh. Cool. If you want some time to yourself—"

"No, no. That's not what I meant. I'm just not… in a crowd mood, I guess." Liv had considered staying home. The beach days had taken on a life of their own far beyond their humble beginnings and no one was able to attend every gathering, but she tried to get to as many as she could. So many of these women had, through no fault of their own, intimidated her at first, and now they were her friends; Liv never wanted to take that for granted again.

Rhea pointed down to the sand. "So you don't mind…?"

Liv shook her head and scooted over, making more room on her towel. "Be my guest."

"I'm fine with a bit of sand," Rhea replied, but she still sat on the edge of the towel anyway. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah. Just a bit… tired, I guess," Liv said at last. She was tired of saying she was fine, even after finding a coffee cup with the word made into an acronym as Fucked up, insecure, neurotic, and emotional. Lately, that was the epitome of It's funny because it's true for her.

Rhea leaned back on her elbows. "Not sleepy-tired, I take it? More… I need a change tired?"

I need a change, Liv repeated to herself. I need a CHANCE. She thought she was over the survivor-like guilt of not being cut from the roster when her Riott Squad sisters were, but she never quite seemed to gain any traction. "Yeah, I guess that's a good way to put it."

"Want a partner for the ride?" Rhea tapped her chest for emphasis. "I'm talking about me, in case it wasn't clear."

Liv blinked in surprise—and did her best not to stare at Rhea's breasts. Dropping her gaze didn't help much, because then she just got lost in the details of Rhea's sternum tattoo. "You mean... like a tag team? I thought you were over that after tagging with Nikki last year."

Sighing, Rhea glanced over to the cluster of women. Nikki was launching herself into the waves with abandon, making Roux giggle. "I was. But I kinda miss having a teammate, and I figured if you weren't on track for anything and I wasn't on track for anything… well, maybe we can give the tag team division a boost, yeah? We're both going to be in the company for a while, so we need to help build up the women's division. Becky and Bayley can't do it all on their own. The Horsewomen won't be here forever; Mercedes leaving just proves that."

"I… I just thought that since Buddy's gone… well, I don’t know. I thought you might not renew." Liv shrugged, digging her heels into her towel. If Rhea ever wanted to leave WWE, she'd have other companies courting her. It was an enviable position most of the women on the roster didn't share.

But Rhea shook her head. "I'm good here. And he's good doing his thing. So… what do you think?" She rose to her knees—which had the unintended effect of making her taller than Liv yet again—and grabbed Liv's left hand. "Liv Morgan, will you be in a tag team with me?"

"June wedding!" Becky yelled, cupping her hands around her mouth. "June weddings are the best!"

Liv started blushing, but she didn't pull her hand away from Rhea. "Well, I mean it's not really up to us. But if you think Creative would go for it… sure."

"Awesome." Rhea kissed Liv's knuckles before letting go of her hand. "Then that just leaves one last thing," she said, "but you'll have to take off your sunglasses." Before Liv could move, Rhea reached up, slid her sunglasses off, and set them safely on the towel.

"Why? What are you do—?" Liv yelped when Rhea scooped her up and stood, heading towards the ocean. "What are you doing?"

Rhea just grinned, carrying her easily. "Well, we're going to be road wives now, right? So we have to do this right. I have to carry you over the threshold and all that."

"We're not married!" Liv squirmed, but only a bit; she didn't want Rhea to lose her grip on her—and, in all honesty, she didn't exactly mind being carried.

"Details, details." Rhea stopped at the edge of the group and grinned. "She said yes!" Then she made a break for the ocean as the other girls started to clap.

Liv tightened her grip on Rhea's shoulders. "If I'm going in," she yelled, "I'm taking you with me!"

Rhea didn't look bothered in the least. "I was going in anyway. We're a team, right?" Liv didn't even have to try to drag her under the waves; Rhea dived sideways, launching them both into the water. When Rhea resurfaced, her hair was slicked back, making her grin seem even wider. "There. Now it's official. Now we're partners."

Back on the beach, the rest of the girls were clapping; someone was singing the wedding march horribly out of tune. But all Liv's focus was on the woman in front of her. "Partners."

#combatfaerie fic #liv/rhea fic

[artdecosupernova-writing]

Find the Word Game XIV

tagged by: @pertinax--loculos!! my words: crumb, next, connect, secure, refer tagging: @pertinax--loculos, @drippingmoon, @druidx, @drabbleitout, and Guetry's sister Genni your words: bed, green, fly, mouth, line, force

crumb(led) (Aurora)—

"Empty your life into the void," the Emmuli said. Encased in Thrive's voice, their words truly wreaked terror. "The cosmos will reap from the depths of your despair and gorge until we are sated."

It threw an arm to slam Warren into the bulkhead, right on his wrist again.

"No," Warren grunted through the stars in his vision. He cradled his throbbing wrist, air returning to his lungs all at once. "I'm not...going down without a fight, fucker. You're gonna...have to try a lot harder than this."

"...Good."

The floor crumbled open and Warren fell down, down to every deck as it engulfed him at each stop, each pause another wallop into solid metal. His muscles and bones already screamed for relief, and the last fall was enough to knock the wind out of him again.

He lost consciousness for a second, but he wouldn't let himself break that soon. He struggled to lift his head and assess his whereabouts.

The shuttle bay. Had he fallen even a little to his left, he would've broken his neck on the top of one of the shuttles.

next (Eternal)—

"Hey, Corin! Long time no see. You look nervous."

Corin glanced from him to Calen and back again. He reeked of guilt and secrecy. "Nothing," he said abruptly. "No, it's nothing."

"Is this about the plan?"

"Actually, no. I'm not sure..." Corin thought through his next words carefully. "Gouna's in my lab."

Warren exited the shuttle, following him away from the shuttle pad. They were silent the whole way to the research lab, other than Corin, who kept over-explaining that he "didn't expect it" and "couldn't have foreseen something like this," though he refused to go into detail about what "it" and "this" was.

Gouna looked up from the workstation, evidently surprised to see them. "Erm...you're here."

"Yeah? Where the hell else would I be?" Warren frowned. "What's going on?"

connect(ion) (Warpath)—

Thrive's jaw tensed and he turned to Sathmax. The rest of the room fell silent, Hondris sniffing quietly, and Warren shook his head, holding it over the table.

"Last week," Sathmax said, his connection stuttering before clearing up, "there were reports from Node security of viruses being sent to terminals set up along one neighborhood of the Eastern Division. They were cleared up and nobody thought anything of it. Perhaps…perhaps we should've thought something of it."

"It's not your fault," Warren said.

Sathmax's projection flickered red and froze. The static got louder, the stuttering more prominent, until it was all that could be heard besides a lone voice, distorted across the channel.

"Are you sure about that, Your Highness?"

Vriea's fingers flew over the touchscreen of the console. "I can't close the call."

"The good delegate Sinkship's blood is on the hands of those who refuse to declare the High Immortal the one and only king of the Joined Galaxies. Be sure you're not in the way, Your Highness."

The call ended abruptly, plunging the room into darkness.

"Oh...god," Warren said at length. He stared at the space that once held the frozen image of Delegate Sathmax, paralyzed with disbelief. "FaiTh is revolting for you?"

When he turned to Thrive, he was pale and trying very hard not to outwardly show his outrage.

secure (Rebirth)—

The rest of the time was spent in mostly silence on the bridge, Warren occasionally glancing at Guetry as he stared into nothing while his tattoo and the scar in his temple lit up. Varussa and Emnophene conversed among themselves, partially in what Warren assumed was telepathy as they couldn't seem to finish a sentence out loud to save their lives.

He left the bridge and made his way down to the engine room, far in the underbelly of the Ganymede. Greeted with a wall of heat upon stepping over the threshold of the open door, he took a deep breath to keep himself from asphyxiating.

"My god," he coughed, and the door closed behind him. "How can you stand this?"

Three enormous pistons chugged along in a section of the back of the room secured by glass walls, occasionally sparking with electricity that seemed to feed into the bulkhead behind them, which had been fitted with some kind of material that absorbed the electricity and pulsed into channels that ran into the ceiling. Lights in the floor ebbed and faded, almost breathing, and the air was musty and thick with engine heat.

Alec looked over from a wall panel. "You should see what it's like when the coolant system isn't working." She swiped the back of her wrist over her face. "Hiya. Need something?"

refer (Aurora)—

"You've protected us all from several threats," Latx said, standing straight again. "We're showing our reverence."

Thrive acknowledged the red flag yet kept calm. "...Reverence."

"Yes," DeCosta said. "As the ruler of Tournaltis—"

"I am no longer the sole Leader of Tournaltis," Thrive interrupted. "Even so, I was hardly deserving of the reverence one would bestow upon a…" He trailed off, his shoulders tensing.

Mydhassa smiled at him, but it didn't feel as kind as he'd intended. A layer of manic glee presented itself from within that smile. "...A king?"

That was the trigger word. Thrive's frown deepened and he shook his head. "No. Please do not ever refer to me as a king again. That is not how I've established the government of my planet to proceed."

"Not of Tournaltis," Sussa said levelly. "Of the neighboring galaxies. Of Ashva and Ashvara." Her expression couldn't be read. "We've taken to accepting you as our leader. Our king." She shrugged her shoulders. "The High Immortal."

#tag game #find the word #roll credits lol #actually the epilogue of Aurora ends with quite a bigger punch than in 'refer'

[corrodedbisexual]

So here's something mildly terrifying. Anyone feeling nostalgic for the color of the sky? Tumblr polls have the goddamn color of the sky potential. There is a symbol limit on answers, but seemingly no symbol limit on the actual questions.

What's more, doesn't matter how long it is, it does NOT count as a long post, on mobile or on web, so it will display fully on your dash. Absolutely wonderful. You can really feel the 2013 vibes.

So here's a poll with the entire Bee Movie script in the question. Enjoy. I'm putting it under a readmore line because I'm not a goddamn animal. But believe me that I've tested on a sideblog without readmore, and it absolutely displays as an unshortened scrolling disaster on your dash.

@staff my dudes. What the hell. Don't you know your site is full of trolls and gremlins?

@staffs-secret-blog you guys are totally secretly running the hellsite so I'm tagging you as well.

#tumblr #polls #tumblr polls

[handlewithcharacter]

I was reading your tags for Kara/Lena and Drarry and got so curious about the supergirl fandom what happened??? Was the supergirl actress homophobic?? The one who was in glee and that’s why she wasn’t?!?

OH MY GOD OKAY I AM SO SORRY FOR WHAT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN

The place? San Diego Comic Con. The year? 2017. Everything seems normal. Casts of shows are doing interviews, cracking jokes, it's a good time. And then the Supergirl cast are interview by MTV. And Jeremy Jordan sings a little musical recap of the previous season, in which he jokes that Kara and Lena are just friends. Well, I say joked...he very enthusiastically insists they're just friends. It is, shall we say, tactless. The cast seems surprised but are all laughing to various extents. Later on in the interview they're asked about shipping, and Jeremy Jordan says he's probably going to get some hate for his having "debunked Supercorp." Melissa Benoist tells him that he's "very brave."

Thus ends the part of this story that physically takes place at Comic Con 2017, but the real drama is just getting started.

(the page break is here for dramatic effect, but also because this somehow got very long)

You have to understand, anon, this is in between the second and third seasons of Supergirl. Karamel (Kara and Mon-El) were season 2's highly divisive power couple and the Karamel stans were making it everyone's business to know they had come out of the season on top. And you'd think they'd be in the midst of a great ship war with Karolsen (Kara and James) who decided to just be friends at the start of the season, but nope! No, their big enemy was the Supercorp fans. It was heated. It was tense. There was a block list that got circulated.

I'd say the Supergirl ship wars were the worst I'd ever encountered, but I would go on to join the Timeless fandom, and learned the very hard lesson of why small fandoms and ship wars should not mix. That being said, I'd put the Supercorp/Karamel drama as worse than the Clexa/Bellarke drama, if that helps put things into context for you at all.

So, suffice it to say, the internet was in upheaval over this.

Since I was firmly on the Supercorp side of the Supercorp/Karamel divide at the time, I can't say with much certainty how Karamel shippers reacted, though I assume they were pleased with themselves. But Supercorp fans were not okay. See, anon, I don't know when you started your journey into fandom, but in case it was after this, 2017 was a much different time. Lesbian ships weren't really shipped with the intention of them becoming canon since it was only recently that lesbian ships had started becoming canon, and wlw fandom spaces were all still reeling from the Great Lesbian Purge of 2016, in which roughly 40% of the canon queer women on television were killed off during the television season. (To this day I will watch shows and a queer woman will unexpectedly die for seemingly only shock value, and I'll be horrified, until I see the date the episode aired. Spring of 2016? Yeah, that tracks. Deep sigh. Lost another one to the Bury Your Gays.) Lesbian ships did not have the strength in canon that straight ships had, or the mainstream nerd appeal that gay male ships had. Not only did you have to contend with bitter ship wars, you had to contend with everyone telling you that you shouldn't be shipping the ship in the first place, that having a vested interest in a ship that would never happen was a lost cause and a question of sanity. To be a fan of a wlw ship was to be shut down at every single turn when you weren't even asking to go down the road and were just looking to see a potential view.

(Supercorp was far from the only ship to ever have to put up with this. If you take a look at fandom history, you'll see this countless times. Heck, the Xena fans who wanted Xena to end up with Ares were very determined that the lesbians would not overtake their show.)

But for some people, Supercorp was their first wlw ship. Their first queer community. Their first validation that it wasn't wrong to look at the main character of an incredibly popular show and wonder what it would be like if she kissed her same-gender best friend. I sincerely hope, anon, that whatever flavor you may favor, you have found that kind of validation in your media. It's liberating.

And now here you had Jeremy Jordan and Melissa Benoist "debunking" the myth that Kara and Lena could ever have feelings for each other. In all ways except physical, it was like the Supercorp fandom had just participated in the ice bucket challenge. And, whether it was as part of the Supergirl fandom or elsewhere, the Supercorp fans had already been through hell. It got ugly. Then there were memes. Then there was a lot of hate tweeting. Then there were people yelling about the hate tweeting. Mostly everyone was just a weird mix of angry and sad. These were two actors, two of the leads on this show, engaging in this behavior. It was a gut punch when everyone was already down.

Friday night, Jeremy Jordan releases an apology. It's not really an apology. It's an "I'm sorry you're upset" with a lot of condemnation and self defense. It has the general vibes that we'd describe in 2023 as "it's not that deep," but instead of addressing it to the fans, he condescendingly addresses it "Hey Kids."

Yeah, he'd spend the weekend regretting that.

Sunday, Jeremy Jordan would put out another apology. It was a sincere one this time, admitting he messed up and didn't truly understand the implications of what he was saying or the deep roots of homophobia in fandom culture. Most people accepted this - he was an idiot who made a mistake. Time would tell if he made it again. (Spoiler alert: he did not.) Some people, however, are still mad.

And then there was Melissa Benoist. Mind you, I don't think she personally acknowledged any of this at all. But her publicist sent out a statement (according to the fact checking I'm doing as I write this, it was in a private email to a fan, who then posted the response to tumblr) that Melissa was a proven ambassador of LGBT acceptance, as shown by her work on Glee. Uh, yeah. So that became a meme.

This, more or less, is where our story ends, unless you count a since-deleted Blind Item put out by TVLine that may or may not have been about the cast of Supergirl (but was heavily speculated to be about the cast of Supergirl) in which someone overheard two actors fighting before an interview the following day about one of their behavior, that ended when the other said "I just can't talk about this right now." (I am so bummed I cannot link this article, anon, you have no idea.) (The leading theory was that Katie McGrath, who of course came to Supergirl already having amassed a sizable queer following from her role in Merlin and also possibly her role in Dracula, gave Mr. Jordan a piece of her mind about what was and wasn't acceptable to say to a queer fan.)

And that's my tale. In addition to the season they were promoting, the cast of Supergirl would go on to do four more seasons and manage to get out of the Arrowverse without overstaying their welcome or being cancelled unceremoniously. And they moved on. Jeremy Jordan went back to New York, where he returned to Broadway and Off-Broadway and he's soon to be Off-Off-Broadway in the premiere of The Great Gatsby: the Musical. He also along the way ended up playing one of Hallmark's very first gay main characters. Katie McGrath went on to be a bisexual character on an Irish show, do the audiobook narration for a lesbian period romance novel, and is a masked evil lady in the new John Wick tv show. And Melissa Benoist went on to do a lot of incredible things in her personal life that don't necessarily belong in this little essay I've written here.

Genuinely, I wish everyone in that cast all the best.

Anon, I am so sorry this got as long as it did. I hope this answered your question!

#tl;dr it was a bunch of silly drama #and no one is actually homophobic #also me saying melissa did incredible stuff in her personal life isn't tongue in cheek or anything #I just didn't want to muddle those accomplishments by making them some kind of redeeming end to this story #because it's not relevant #and also her story doesn't need redeeming #this was wild drama but it was also just a moment #so please do not take away from this that i think any of them are bad people or anything to that effect #can't believe i can spend two hours fiercely dedicated to writing this but not any of the actual essays i have to write #would you believe i actually took out a whole little tangent? #it was about agents of sheild and skimmons #god i have to wake up in like four hours #asks

[darkesttimelinejeffparker]

So how does it feel being a Britt Baker stan and Sammy apologist? I am sure there's a whole bunch of shit that Ospreay will do, too.

So this has been sitting in my ask for a while and I was going to ignore it along with most of your other messages, because yeah -- I'm pretty convinced you're the same person who just seems to have a problem with me. Because there's NO way I am important enough that more than one person is wasting this much energy disliking me.

So let's go:

First of all, how have you been? My bish, my main squeeze, my most dependable relationship here on Tumblr (J/k, in the grand scheme of things, despite how much you seem to hate me, you're a gnat that I forget about every time you buzz away) -- hope you're having exactly the day that you deserve.

Note for everyone else: If you don't like the people I like, I'd like to think I have never once crammed it down your throat or tried to change your mind. This is honestly just in response to this one person who seems to dislike me and I want to clarify my opinions which are only my opinions. If you are a normal functioning person and I am blogging something or about something that makes you upset, please tell me and I will literally create a tag you can filter out. I literally enjoy being here and reading your takes and seeing your blorbos succeed even if they are not mine. This is really just me being petty back to someone who leaves me regular rude messages because I feel I have earned that right.

How does it feel being a Britt Baker stan? Great, glorious, fantastic. You know, I like the rest of the women's division too. I was ecstatic to see Shida come back and heartbroken to see Thunder Rosa relinquishing the title. I also don't particularly want Britt near the title unless it's to further a story with her versus Jamie. Because it's almost like I can enjoy someone without having them front and center or hating everyone else.

And, since I assume by your petty mean girl repetitive attempts at my inbox you should know a few things that you have not gone out and experienced and one is you're never going to get along with everyone. I think the dirt sheets are blowing this out of proportion and that the fans are only making it worse by speculating. What I'll say is I have had some interactions with Britt and heard stories that confirm her to be lovely when she is out of character. I also think stories about the women's division drama somehow also spiral more than the men (and gee I wonder why). Even if she and Thunder Rosa don't get along, they work together fine. They were even only two tables apart at my last con and no one hid in the bathroom (plus, the story is that it was over Jamie Hayter's nose, not Britt. And I personally think that if my opponent were injured in the ring accidentally and my role is really to protect my opponent, then yeah I would hide in the bathroom to collect myself. I work from home and hid in my own bathroom today when I made a mistake at work.) Everyone calm down.

And I say the women get blown out of proportion because we know all of the men don't get along either. Eddie is particularly vocal about shoot not liking someone they work with and you can't please all folks. Speaking of Eddie, let's transition.

A Sammy apologist: I have never once apologized for Samuel Guevara in the way that YOU mean and I challenge you to find one instance where I have. Yeah, Sammy and Tay are probably difficult to work with right now and I frankly would have been too coming out of a situation as hostile as the fans reacting to their relationship and having it throw a wrench into my career. Are they doing it in a mature way? Probably not. That's something for AEW management to work with and frankly I could not give two shits about it beyond that. They'll work it out if they want to remain employable. Because again -- you have to deal with shit situations and people you don't like all the time, especially at work.

From what I understand, the tipping point for this argument was a promo paired with a bad attitude from Sammy. Again, the kid's got to get that shit handled and sorted. But do I also think there is probably something to be said that if you're going to have their talent write and deliver their own promos, which we all greatly prefer to scripted ones, that there probably does also need to be some lines already in place of what's off limits for folks? Sammy and Tay asked Sammy's past relationship not be brought up. Cool. Understandable. Eddie should be able to draw a line at digs about his physique. This may not be the crux of the issue, but then you avoid people stepping over the line in already difficult situations and it escalating.

I love Eddie and am inclined to support him all the time. But, I also know he is a reactive and emotional person just like me and think that regardless of who said something wrong or acted difficult, you should also be able to go to work without the expectation of it becoming aggressively physical especially when your job depends on your physicality.

Will Ospreay: I like him. I also probably dislike some of the people you like. I also probably love some of the same people you love. I've presented my take on Will and why I still choose to enjoy himm and have never once actually tried to force him down the throat of anyone else here.

But I'm half tempted to write him a fic now just in the hopes that you completely unfollow me since you can't figure out how to scroll past content you don't like or filter out the tags and phrases I deliberately use to be conscientious of people who are not carbon copies of my interests.

#asks: answered #this is a lot and my opinion only and tbh I have been in a crap mood for months now so I'm getting a little mean #please for the love of god unfollow me #i do everything i can to be respectful that people don't like the things I like and ignore the people who trash the stuff I do

[xxgothchatonxx]

I posted 8,811 times in 2022

819 posts created (9%)

7,992 posts reblogged (91%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@thottiehardy

@missielynne

@absurdistplayer

@ilike-moss

@scorpio-karma

I tagged 6,860 of my posts in 2022

Only 22% of my posts had no tags

#interview with the vampire - 436 posts

#hannibal - 358 posts

#our flag means death - 310 posts

#dracula - 266 posts

#myst is me - 209 posts

#dracula daily - 207 posts

#precious fluffy angel - 205 posts

#the sandman - 173 posts

#what we do in the shadows - 163 posts

#once upon a time - 149 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#or my favourite - 'this relationship that is full of red flags is actually toxic because the guy is old...' i've seen that at least twice 😂

My Top Posts in 2022:

#4

"they brought back what makes Dracula so terrifying as a villain, especially to women" my dude I need to HEAR this essay PLEASE

Yeah I really should have said "particularly to women" because the general theme is applicable to anyone of any gender but in this film, it's about women- this is why I shouldn't write reviews late at night, bloody hell. 

(edit) I feel I should clarify something - please do not watch The Invitation thinking that it’s going to be an A24-style Serious Horror Flick. While it’s got some serious themes included in the story, it is still very much a love-letter to old relatively-campy gothic horror vampire flicks. I had a ton of fun watching this film, but I also picked up on the thematic elements, too. 

Anyway - I'm going to be vague here because I don't want to spoil things but here it goes (and this is a combo of my opinions and what the director/writer has said about her intentions)

The way I see it, The Invitation is based around the interpretation that Dracula is a symbol of rich, powerful older generations preying on, controlling and wanting to destroy younger generations. In this case, preying on, controlling and wanting to destroy women. It also explores how that level of power corrupts others and drives people (particularly rich, powerful people) to do insanely immoral acts, just for the sake of approval from their higher-ups. And just how far back this kind of evil goes.

It also explores how women from different eras and class backgrounds react when having their choices taken away from them. Some are power-hungry and are more than happy to sacrifice their choices for the sake of a higher position and don't give a shit about when it happens to women in lower classes, while others are struggling to find the courage to stand up for themselves so they accept that this is the right way for them to live and try desperately to find the positives in this.

But then there's Evie, the main character. She is modern woman from a working class background who is looked down on by her rich clients at her job where she works as a catering server, and can't stand it when she sees workers being mistreated by their bosses. So she's brought into this grand, elegant world filled with luxury and is swept off her feet by the lord of the manor. But then she realises that the price she must pay in return is the loss of control over her life. To basically become a prisoner and slave to her master/husband's whim... yeah, not-spoiler-alert-cos-its-in-the-trailer, she doesn't take that lying down.

So, to summarise - it's all about breaking this centuries-old cycle of violence against women and dismantling a system that thrives off the oppression of women.

Very topical film, wouldn't you agree?

But yeah, in conclusion - I fucking loved this film. These themes are present throughout and made even clearer as the film goes on. I highly recommend checking it out (it seems to be divisive so it might not be good to you but that’s ok if that’s the case - this is just my opinion) and I hope my vague ramblings make sense 😂

458 notes - Posted August 26, 2022

#3

Hmm... a dandy gentleman who is mocked by his peers because he can’t live up to stupid society’s standards of what a “real man” is... and a laidback yet grumpy chaotic Goth who has a notorious reputation but is really not that bad, all things considered... 

I guess what I’m saying is, Stede and Edward are (well, might be, it sure looks like it) the Ineffable Husbands: Pirate Edition.

461 notes - Posted March 11, 2022

#2

One thing I really appreciated about The Sandman on Netflix was that it wasn’t gratuitously violent. This is a dark comic series, I understand that. But, personally, I think it’s way more effective when its either implied or you see the aftermath and even then not nearly as much as you’d think. 

And I know the show did tone down some of the most disturbing elements from the comics but even then, it was still effectively disturbing without being gross about it. There was also a lot of focus on the dread and suspense building up to the horrific act than showing the actual act. Which is really good because that gives you more time to connect with the characters, so that when they do die or don’t die, you have a relatively strong emotional reaction. 

Look, i’m a “less is more” kind of gal. And I thought that was extremely well executed here. 

678 notes - Posted August 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Remember when it was revealed that Morticia’s mum was the Wicked Witch of the West? 😂

1,078 notes - Posted January 14, 2022

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#myst is me #of course That's the number one tag i used haha!