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keisl0vergirl · 2 years

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bts reacting to you going in to labour on a plane

[pairings] ot7 x reader (separate)

[genre] fluff

[authors note] it’s a private plane with a small bedroom at the back

kim seokjin

visibly panicks

rushes around like a headless chicken

you slowly stepped of the bed to make your way to the toilet as a stream of warm water rolled down your leg, creating a clear puddle beneath you. “what the—” it clicked. the doctor said you had a couple weeks left before the baby should come and cleared you for the flight back to your shared home with jin.. but he said there would always be a risk of the baby coming early. it was your fault for not taking the risk seriously. “hey y/n have yo—” taehyung froze at the sight of you clutching your stomach and the puddle. “JIN OH MY- JINN COME QUICKLY” jin immediately ran to the bedroom at the back of the plane, body jolting as he took in the sight of you. “surprise :)” taehyung grinned, running to get the rest of the boys as you waddled back to the bed, still in shock. “aah” the contractions had began and it was clear your baby was coming soon enough. taehyung returned with towels, their doctor (who luckily took a flight with you just in case) and namjoon. namjoon was practically useless but you figured he was there mainly for jin, not to help you. “im.. i—” jins mouth opened and closed, his eyes taking in the rapid scene. from you groaning to the doctor piling towels and blankets to ensure the baby’s safe arrival, jin blanked. “hey hey” namjoon clapped in his face bringing him back, “listen you’re probably scared but i think it’s time for you to go over there before y/n throws the lamp at your head” right on cue jin heard you scream “JINN WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU AARGH” “IM COMIN BABY”

min yoongi

smiles all around

soft i love yous with tears in his eyes

“breathe with me baby” yoongi whispered in your ear, lips brushing your ear. he took slow deep breaths only stopping when he felt your grip slightly loosen and chest stop rapidly rising. your water broke a couple hours ago and it was almost time for your baby to arrive. yoongi hadn’t left your side since you got your first contraction; it’s not like he could go anywhere considering the fact that you were on a plane 45 minutes away from landing. “yoo— aah i think she’s coming” your grip tightened on his hand, nails piercing into his skin. but he couldn’t feel it; he couldn’t feel anything but raw happiness and love. he let his tears fall, droplets splashing onto your hand, “i love you so so much, i know it hurts but think of the life we’re going have with our mini one. i cant wait to get back home and put a ring on your finger” and with that you screamed as her head began pushing through.

jung hoseok

hyper in a “omgicantbelievethisishappening y/nlookatmedoabackflipimsoexcitedforus” kinda way

a good distraction to the pain though

he was practically bouncing off of the walls. becoming a dad was something he had always dreamed of but becoming a dad with you… he had to stop himself from screaming out in excitement. “y/n.. y/nnnn do you think they’ll be a dancer like me?” you reluctantly lifted your head up off the pillow only to see your fiancé moonwalking in the small hallway ahead of you. you groaned, tired from the constant pain and having to deal with your childish fiancé. you knew it was only because he was excited but damn.. you were ready to scream at him. “baby please just sit down for a second” by the tone in your voice he almost tripped over his own feet whilst making his way to you. “sorry my lovely wife” “we’re not married yet babe” .. “yet.” he planted a kiss on your head and began rubbing his hand over your stomach. … “so do you think they’ll like rapping instead? i don’t mind either it’s just…” you sighed as he continued to ramble on. yeah this was going to be a long night

kim namjoon

strong believer in happy wife, happy life so he lets you say what you have to (after all it was his fault for you being in this situation)

basically a doormat when it comes to you (in a cute loving way <33)

“okay she’s coming it’s almost time to push” a medic from the earlier event had missed their flight and they thankfully decided to fly back with the boys. “i. i cANT AAH” you whimpered, throwing your head back in pain. “can i come back now babe?” namjoon stood in the corner of the room, neck breaking as he tried to look over the doctor’s shoulder. “not until you apologiSE” “i don’t even know what im apologising for” he muttered. “tell me, kim. who was the one who screamed and slipped when they saw my water break? you almost knocked yourself out” you growled, wiping the sweat that had gathered on your forehead. “you know it was an accident, i thought you peed yourself. it wouldn’t be the first time” “what.” he gulped at your tone, “nothing princess have i told you how pretty you look right now :)))” you rolled your eyes, signalling him to come over. he was at your side in seconds, letting you squeeze his hand as hard as you wanted. “she’s here, I want you to push when i get to 1. 3..2..1PUSH” “AAARHHHH” namjoon sat in awe as he saw the head of his child push through

park jimin

unusually calm

finds it funny that your first child is going to be born at the back of a private plane

jimin dragged a stool next to the small bed that was littered with towels and blankets. he didn’t seem to show any signs of concern, which was odd considering how he would ramble about how excited he was for the birth; he had even planned a welcome back from birth party for you. “im surprised you’re so calm about this, i know this wasn’t what you had in mind” you ignored the pain, reaching over for his hand. “it’s better, this is all i need and soon we’re going to be parents for this little one” he gently patted your stomach, “who i still think is a boy” you snorted, “no way. they’re definitely a girl, only your daughter will do this.” you both laughed as you felt your eyes slowly close, tired from the constant pain “it’s fine, go to sleep baby. ill be right here when you wake up” he kissed the top of your forehead, lips soft as he finally took in what was happening. this wasn’t ideal in any way but at least you were giving birth with him right besides you. that’s all he truly wanted.

kim taehyung

would tend to your every need

try his best to make sure you’re comfortable and safe

reaching behind you, taehyung fluffed your pillow for the sixth time in 10 minutes. he had just come back from ensuring your ice chips stayed frozen despite the warm temperatures of the plane. “do you think you’d be allowed to eat? im gonna call the doctor. ill be back babe” he rushed out, phone already pressed against his ear. tae returned a minute later with a sandwich that had been prepared by the flight crew prior to your entry on the plane. “he said it’s fine as we’re still in the early stages, eat up babe.” even though you weren’t hungry, you didn’t want to place more stress on him by acting bratty so you begrudgingly took small bites. once you were done and began sucking on more ice chips, taehyung attempted to refluff your pillow but you held out a hand to stop him. “taehyung. its fine, you should be resting too, we have some long sleepless years ahead of us.” “don’t worry about me, just focus on you and our baby. we should be landing soon, and by then you’ll probably be ready to push them out.” “yeah but until then i want you to come lay down with me… please it hurts and i just want to sleep in your arms :(” he took a deep breath as he crawled besides you, hand gripping yours. “i love you.” you whispered. “i love you too,” he kissed your stomach, “daddy loves you too, little one.”

jeon jungkook

adamant on keeping you and your baby safe

practically turns on his dad mode

“wait say it again. i have to make sure she’s not on her back and encourage her to rest? .. yeah okay thanks, ill call back if anything changes.” jungkook hung up and walked back into the room where you and the boys were currently gathered in. they were also on the flight and in just as much shock as jungkook was; you had only hit the 32nd week so they were slightly worried about the health of your baby. jin was busy telling you jokes, which you couldn’t help but laugh at, and yoongi and namjoon left to talk to the pilots and get an update on when they would be landing back home. you had only been on the plane for 3 hours out of a 9 hour journey and the idea of giving birth on a plane was looking very real right now. “y/n you need to conserve your energy and go to sleep.. doctors orders.” jungkook placed a thin blanket over you, not wanting you to overheat. the boys silently shuffled out of the room as jungkook pulled the blinds over the window, effectively blocking the sun and creating a cosy space for you. “i don’t want to.” you grumbled knowing he wouldn’t leave until your eyes were closed. “sleep. now. you’re going to be thanking me for this in a couple of hours.” “yeah yeah whatever..”

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laheyyisaac · 4 years

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Overdue

chapter 1 — american legion

SUMMARY: Guinevere Bailey just moved to McKinney, TX in order to figure out her life. She meets Captain Hank Syverson at the local library, and she finds out she might have bitten off more than she can chew. PAIRING: Syverson x OFC WORD COUNT: 1299 A/N: hii! first fic here! just now starting. i’m going to be making a graphic for it if i can when i get back to my computer back home. inspired and encouraged by @promptandpros, so this first chapter’s for you, babe. thanks so so much to @alyxkbrl for reading over this one! if you’d like to be added to my tags list, please IM or inbox me! TAGS: @promptandpros @alyxkbrl @completelybonkersentirelymad @mylifefallingupthestairs @kissthatlifeaway @dangerouslovefanfic PART 2

“Where’s Carly-Jean? Gwen, have you seen her?”

Guinevere Bailey glanced up from her cart of books, eyes wide as she sat down the one she was shelving. She shook her head, and her coworker nodded, zipping off to the next person. It had been a long day today, mostly filled with library patrons who were less than excited about some new feature they had rolled out.

She had worked at her little library in McKinney, Texas for two years now. Gwen had been a former resident of Dallas, TX, and the significantly smaller McKinney was well received. Moving there had been the best thing she’d done, and she was only a 30 minute drive from Dallas anyway.

Her family was more sad than upset, and she made a habit to visit the house she’d lived in for twenty some odd years every now and again. Just to get filled up on casserole and the like. She’d left, mostly, because of her family. She’d desired to actually get away from them a bit more, so she’d moved out to Dallas proper when she was 20. Five years of that, and she had moved to McKinney. She was approaching 30 now, and she still had no idea what she wanted. Not really.

She supposed she could keep working with the library, but she wanted more. She had always wanted more. Sometimes she wanted the picket fence life with a baby on her hip. Other days she wanted to be a woman in charge of a career. Something exciting. Something boring. She wasn't sure what exactly she wanted yet. She was supposed to know. Thirty wasn't so far away.

"Gwen, go set up for the Veteran's thing in the auditorium." Her supervisor, Jerry, with his monotone and furrowed white brows, looked over at her, watching her zone out and, essentially, panic.

She nodded to soothe his fears, putting her books away happily and trudging towards the keys to grab the one's for the auditorium. It was short work, setting up the microphone and laptop for the PowerPoint. They were having someone talk today. Or rather, the American Legion was. Gwen didn't know. She only knew that they probably wouldn't know how to work the computer.

"Am I in the right spot?" Someone asked, and Gwen whipped her head around with a squeak at the sound.

He was handsome, well built, and very tall. His head was buzzed, but his beard was almost unkempt, long but...looking rather soft. Gwen struggled for words. Obviously, he was in the right spot. He was dressed in a rather nice uniform. He was an army man by the looks of him. She swallowed and finally spoke up when she noticed his brow quirked.

“Yeah. You’re in the right spot. Though, you’re about a half hour early.”

He laughed and shrugged his shoulders, putting hands on his hips. “Well, my mama always told me that being on time was being late. Guess I still listen to her from time to time.”

“Smart.”

He looked at her name tag briefly and extended his hand. “Hank Syverson,” he said, introducing himself. Or at least, Gwenn assumed he was introducing himself.

“Gwen Bailey. Nice to meet you, Mr. Syverson,” she replies, shaking his large hand.

He shakes his head and waves his other hand in a sign of distaste. “No. No. Just...just Sy. If you want. Don’t go by Hank much, and Mr. Syverson is my pa.”

She grins as he keeps a hold of her hand. It’s warm, and he’s fairly warm. If not a bit scraggly. She reluctantly releases his hand and looks around. “Well, Sy, it’s lovely to meet you. Hope to see you around sometime?”

The question was open ended. She didn’t know if he lived in McKinney or if he just… was here for this....talk.

“Yeah. You need help with anythin’? My mama’s outside gettin’ books for my nieces and nephews, and I don’t really wanna go look at kiddie books for the next half hour.”

“Sure! Sure. You can help me set up these chairs. You look strong enough.”

His laughter makes Gwen feel warm inside. “Yeah, that’s what I’m good for, anyhow.”

Fifteen minutes later, they were done, and all Gwen really had to do now was wait for the American Legion folk. While they worked, she and Sy had talked about a few things. He was a captain in the US Army. He’d been stationed in a great many places, namely Baghdad, and he was on leave for the foreseeable future. He didn’t say why, and she didn’t have the heart to ask, considering he looked rather forlorn about it.

“My mama’s happy about it. She was over the moon when I told her I was comin’ back. She expected me to move back to my place in Dallas, but I missed home. Missed my family. So I’m temporarily a man child, living with my parents.” He laughed at that, his laugh so easy and sweet.

“What about you?” He asked. “You a McKinney native, or…?”

“No,” Gwen said softly. “Not really. My mom and dad live outside Dallas. One of those big Texas lady mansion houses. I lived in Dallas for a bit, but I left. Not sure why. Just got tired of it.”

Sy nodded, as though he understood. Maybe he did. Maybe he knew exactly what she meant. “I get that. It gets monotonous sometimes. We need changes of scenery.”

“You’re weirdly prolific, you know it?”

“Yeah, I’m dumb enough to say smart shit sometimes.”

“I like it.” Gwen hadn’t intended to say it like that, but he smiled nonetheless. They sat down in the chairs they set up, sitting with two chairs between them. She looked over at him, sitting in companionable silence. After a few minutes, he decided to say something, opening his mouth.

“I was wondering if —” He was interrupted by the American Legion president, smiling and calling out his name.

“Hank Jr.! How are ya, boy?” He asked, and Gwen had to stifle a laugh. Sy was anything but a boy.

Sy stands and extends his hand, shaking with the president. His name was Jackson if Gwen remembered right. She was a little peeved at him, having been curious about what he’d been about to ask. Or say. Or anything.

She was at least hopeful this wouldn’t be the last time they’d see one another. She waved goodbye to Sy and spoke with Jackson for a moment, giving him all he’d need for his presentation. She felt Sy’s eyes on her back as she left.

A few hours later, Gwen was in the back, processing books. She rather liked the process, covering the books in dust jackets or tape to protect them. It was nice. Kinda fun too. She got into a rhythm, mind absent and thinking on Sy for the rest of the evening. He was nice. Genuine. Funny. Cute. All of the above. She wondered if she’d ever hear from him again. She cursed herself for not getting his number.

“Gwen?”

Gwen looked up at one of the clerks she worked with. Lacey. She was relatively young, younger than Gwen at least by a few years. Gwen gave her a smile and looked up, pausing her work for just a moment.

“That uhhh… guy who was at the American Legion thing…”

“Jackson?”

“No, the speaker guy. The younger one.”

“Yeah?” Gwen asked, unable to hide the anticipation in her voice.

“He left his number for you. I can throw it away if you want. I get dudes hitting on me all the time.”

“No! No, I’ll take it.” And Gwen plucked the paper from her hands, looking at the messy print. Sy. And then, 10 numbers that made her grin.

#captain syverson #captain syverson fanfiction #syverson x ofc #syverson fic #syverson fanfiction #syverson #fanfiction #my writing.#mine.#!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#ok!!!! first fic!!#lmk what you think!!

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ribcage-rodents · 3 years

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So I finally finished the first script of my au...

The JL tower floating in space, stationary, inside:

Scene

The JL tower in the meeting room. The leaguers had just finished discussing monitor duties and the leaguers were dispersing. Wonder Woman grabbed a mug of coffee and Batman went over to the monitor so when she settles down for her turn they can gossip. Other leaguers start to small talk, Black Canary and Green arrow are discussing dinner plans in the background. Flash runs over to Wonder Woman and pokes her shoulder.

Flash

“Hiya! Diana, so your little sisters comin’ over from ya island to learn the way of the princess warrior, right?”

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman looked at him skeptically, setting her coffee down on the small counter serving as a drink station, answered hesitantly.

“Yes,”

Flash

Flash smiled and placed both hands on his hips. His face brightened.

“Awesome! Can you tell me about ‘er!”

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman’s confused expression slowly grew more aggravated.

“No.”

She picked up her coffee and walked past him, heading over to Batman.

Flash

Flash zoomed in front of her with a placating hand motion.

“Awe come on, please! It’s just Wally’s always been kinda awkward and he’s really bad at making friends! He always says that his aunt and I are his best friends and the only ones he needs, and don’t get me wrong I love being so close with the kid. Warms my heart everytime he says it. But still I want him to have people outside our family that he trusts and can spend time with!”

Flash pulled out puppy dog eyes and pouted slumping forward with pleading hands.

“I was hoping maybe your little sis could become his friend. We could put ‘em on a simple mission with us as guides, and then maybe he wouldn’t be so sad and lonely,”

A couple of moments passed with Wonder Woman looking unimpressed and Flash in the same pleading stance.

Flash

“Please….”

He asked, elongated and drawn out.

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman stood still, a small smile tugging at her lips.

“Allowing our apprentices to create strong bonds within this brutal job is a wonderful idea.”

She laid a hand on his shoulder and her smile widened.

Black Canary

Black Canary walked over to them, leaving Green Arrow to look affronted in the background. She laid her hand on Wonder Woman’s shoulder announcing herself in the conversation before placing both hands on her hips.

“Teaching our young heroes how to successfully complete a mission together while also creating companionship, is a wonderful idea. In fact, I think we should incorporate all of the sidekicks to help them build these skills,”

Black Canary sent a side glance at Batman and lowered her pitch.

“God knows one kid’s gonna need it,”

Green Arrow

Green Arrow walked closer to the group looking annoyed.

“Yeah, well Roy isn’t much of a ‘team work’ kinda person.”

He moved his arm to wrap around Black Canary’s waist.

Black Canary

Black Canary subtly slipped out of the way. And faced him.

“More the reason to do this,”

Aquaman

In his booming, egotistical, voice Aquaman chimed in.

“I’m sure the others could learn much from my people.”

All members looked towards Batman who was typing on the computer looking at possible cases.

Batman

Batman, without returning their looks, answered in his typical deadpan Batman voice.

“No,”

Black Canary

“Why not?”

Black Canary asked, her usually soft face hardening.

Flash

The Flash zoomed up next to him.

“But Bats, Robin is like one of Wally’s idols! He’d love to meet ‘im”

Batman

Batman only glared angrily at him until he let up and left. The others soon also gave up on Batman’s participation and dispersed.

Scene 2

On a well lit suburban street a flash of red went by leading up to Barry and Iris's house, the same red flash rushed through the door into the kitchen, magically changing into Barry, where Iris is cooking dinner. A shocked look took over her face as Barry was even more energetic than usual.

Iris

Iris, shaking garlic powder over a baking sheet of oily kale, questioned her husband.

“Why’re you so happy?”

Tilting her head to the side and setting the garlic powder down, Iris then moved towards the sink to wash her hands before placing them on her hips.

Barry

Barry looked very excited like a child who got a gold star in school.

“Oh, nothing, just me being the best uncle ever!”

He ran over to the staircase and started shouting Wally’s name.

Iris raised an eyebrow but an amused smile was on her face. Wally came zooming down the stairs also looking confused.

Wally

“What’s up Uncle B?”

Wally reached up to scratch his forehead.

Barry

“Best. Uncle. Ever!”

He said tapping his chest at each word.

“I got you a playdate!”

He said enthusiastically, although his overly joyful smile fell off his face once he realized Wally looked horrified.

Deflated Barry poked Wally’s cheek before asking,

“Hey, what’s wrong. I’d thought you’d be happy.”

Wally

“I appreciate the offer uncle B, it’s just…. I’m almost sixteen and I have to have my Uncle find people to be my friends. It’s pathetic!”

Wally punctuated his sentence by throwing his arms up into the air.

Barry

Barry placed his hand on Wally’s shoulder.

“Oh come on kiddo. You’re not pathetic, it's just that at school in keystone no one liked science or superheroes. And now you don’t feel like you can make friends. But these kids think superheroes are cool enough to try and become ‘em. You’ll fit right in!”

He said moving his hand to pat Wally’s back twice before rubbing between his shoulder blades.

Wally

Wally looked down at his feet and answered, his voice quiet and self-conscious.

“Ya think?”

Barry

Barry once again rubbed his back before wrapping him up in a hug.

“I know.”

Barry answered.

Wally looked back at him with a tentative smile.

Scene 3

Dianah walked with purpose, heels clicking against the hardwood floor of Oillie’s apartment above StarLabs headquarters. Ollie, who was wearing a lime green sports jacket and tan cargo shorts, trailed behind her looking anxious and irritated at the same time. She knocked crisply three times on a bedroom door decorated in caution tape and road signs. Roy answered the door dressed in sweats and a hoodie also looking annoyed.

Roy

“What.?”

Roy deadpanned giving Dianah an annoyed look before trying to glare down Ollie over her shoulder.

Dianah

Dianah placed both hands on her hips ignoring Ollie’s quiet comment on how this isn’t gonna work because Roy never does anything asked of him, causing their stare down session to become more intense. In her ‘no room for argument’ voice, she says.

“You are going on a mission with the other sidekicks. You are not going to go out on your own, you are not going to disobey mission orders, and you are not going to behave like a jerk to the other kids do you understand?”

Roy

Roy glared at her for a few minutes before running his hand down his face groaning loudly.

“Yeah. Whatever, fine.”

Dianah smiled sweetly before leaning forward and kissing his cheek thanking him. Roy sent one final glare at Ollie before shutting his door.

Ollie’s face morphed between shock and confusion despite how many times he’s seen this almost same exact scene play out. Dianah started walking away, her heels clicking again.

Ollie

Ollie, questioned her quietly.

“How?”

Dianah

Dianah answered from over her shoulder.

“Because we have mutual respect for one another. Remind me to set you two up for a group therapy session. Now go get dressed, I’m not leaving this house with you looking like that.”

Scene 4

Underwater a school building with a logo of several fish swimming together mounted to the roof. A door is banged in as Aquaman, their king and hero, is standing in the doorway. Several teenagers practicing water bending looked up immediately saluting their leader.

Aquaman

“Garth.”

Aquaman called his name in a grim voice, he swiftly turned around and worked to the exit. The students all stared at Garth while a dark look overcame his face, quietly he gathered up his materials, storing them away into his bag and finally following after their eccentric king.

The two entered Aquaman’s private study at the castle, Garth held on tight to the strap of his bag eyeing the king cautiously. Aquaman was busy admiring his treasures from far away lands.

Aquaman

Holding up a glass ball filled with what looked to hold a shimmering sunset, Aquaman spoke for the first time since entering the study about five minutes ago.

“Do you know what this is Garth?”

His voice was no longer commanding but Garth still had his guard up. When Garth refused to respond, Aquaman continued.

“It’s an extremely rare prize from the Republic of Lenong. An alien world that worshiped the sky, their atmosphere was an awful lot like Earths. And this,”

He carefully set down the glass ball and instead picked up a long silver sword bedazzled with shining jewels.

“I earned this from a fight with the league of shadows.”

Putting away the sword he turned to Garth quickly striding across the study so he could seat himself across from him.

“You see Garth, I am very interested in other worlds and learning how they work. Learning their weaknesses and the true nature of their relationship with Alantis. I've studied the land-dweller’s world, they are intriguing and ridiculous, like children. I want to put you on a team with the land-dwellers’ babies, to learn from them and more importantly teach them. If this works then hopefully the land-dwellers will become more intelligent and competent.”

Garth

Garth stared back at the king, his gaze turning hard with hatred.

“King Aurther, aren’t those’ babies’ heroes? I don’t know how to fight,”

Aquaman

Aquaman gave him an enthusiastic look.

“You can waterbend,”

Garth

Garth opened his mouth to speak but Aquaman held up a hand to silence him.

Aquaman

Aquaman raised a single eyebrow as his mouth formed into a thin line.

“Do you want this mission or not? Because I could find someone else to fill the position.”

Garth

Panic sweeped over Garth’s face, his eyes shot to the side anxiously.

“No! I would be honored to take on this mission.”

Garth finished quickly nodding at Aquaman.

Aquaman

At that a wide smile spread over Aquaman’s face.

“That's good to hear my boy!”

Aquaman clapped the newly anointed sidekick on the back.

Garth

“Thank you King Arthur.”

Garth bowed to Aquaman and booked it out of the castle. Garth hurried down a side alley, knocking on a rust colored door of a seedy, run-down building.

A slit slid away to reveal two eyes, Garth leaned in and whispered the password. He took a step back to allow the door to open. He entered silently.

Evil Fish Guy

“Garth? Why are you here during the day?!”

Asked an enraged voice seated in a throne shrouded in darkness.

Garth

“I think I have a way to destroy the land-dwellers and King Arthur sir.”

Garth leaves the building making quick work of his walk home. As he enters his home multi-colored bubbles burst from the walls revealing Garth’s parents standing below a giant congratulations banner.

Garth’s Mother

“Sweetheart! We are so proud of you!”

She beamed warmth emanating from her eyes.

Garth

Garth took a deep breath, a conflicted look filled his eyes as he smiled at his parents accepting their praise and hugs.

Garth’s Father

“I can’t believe we are the parents of the King’s chosen protege!”

He called squeezing Garth tighter.

Scene 5

A delicate waver passed though the bright sky as Diana flew to her home island, the sand of Themyscira was crushed as she landed. She exited the plane trekking through the jungle towards her mother’s temple, as Diana entered the alcove Donna’s peering figure slinked behind the edge of the building.

Diana

Diana bowed briefly to her mother before meeting her in an embrace. They hugged tightly, Diana burying her face in her shoulder. Once separated Hippolyta returned to her throne while Diana stood in the center of the temple.

“Mother, the league is putting many of our young heroes into a team of their own, I want Donna to be a part of that team.”

Hippolyta

Hippolyta sighed softly drumming her fingers lightly against her throne.

“I'm not sure if I feel comfortable sending Donna to the mans world,”

She said pensively her hand moving to grip the arm of her chair.

“Would there be other women on the team that Donna could form a bond with?”

Diana

A tight smile overcame Diana face,

“There are no other women but I work mostly with men and they can be very useful in battle and perceptive to sensitive matters,”

She paused to send a meaningful look at her mother.

“In fact I believe that Donna would be a good influence on those boys.”

Hippolyta

Hippolyta sighed heavily rubbing her forehead before she looked at Diana, a tired, weary look on her face.

“You can take Donna,”

She held up a held stopping Diana from celebrating just yet,

“But I want weekly updates, if Donna or myself feels that she needs to return she will do so immediately.”

Hippolyta punctuated her sentence with a stern look, Diana nodde, a sweet goodbye on her lips as she left.

Donna

Donna jolted turning on her heel she ran through the village hopping over carts and pivoting between villagers. Her movements were erratic and messy as she rushed home. Donna rounded the corner leading to her neighborhood smacking into Diana.

#dick grayson #wally west #roy harper #donna troy #garth #teen titans!fab five #writing is hard

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ajokeformur-ray · 3 years

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I watched Joker tonight and typed out my thoughts as they occurred to me. Unedited; typos are guaranteed. I did this a few months ago and really enjoyed looking back at my thought process and I wanted to do it again so that I can look back and know that what I feel is real and true in my darkest times.

You're welcome to skip this; it's under a cut for ease of doing so. Warnings for occasional sexual comment lmao. There’s no self shipping in this, I don’t think.

word count: 2, 575.

I’M SOBBING and I’ve only just pressed play.

Heart squeeze Chest much ow

THERE HE IS

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

Nooooo baby omg don’t pretend - let yourself hurt if it hurts. Don’t pretend.

Carnival Carnival Carnivalllllllll 😍😍😍😍😍

I am a Simp for one clown and his name is Carnival

Someone help him, I????

That sign hit Arthur as hard as my love for him did ksksksk

MY EYES BE LEAKIN💔💔💔💔💔

bb nooooo

Oh honey let me kiss those bruises and replace the marks of violence with love, hm? You’re safe with me.

Breathe, my love. Don’t fight the laughter. Let it out, let yourself go.

Screams into a pillow because????? much sad must kiss

“have you been keeping up with your journal?” LIKE HE HAS TIME

oHHHHH boi’s close to losing his shit

Do it, Artie. Give ‘em hell.

“I think I did” YOU TELL HER!!💖💖💖

I want to be his cigarette. Where’s Satan??? I got a new deal for my blackened soul which he took at half price😂😂😂😂

I’d have my hand between the door and his head so fuckin fast I swear

“I just don’t wanna feel so bad anymore” yep SAME

ohhhh peekaboo🥺🥺🥺

this makes me giggle ksksksk i watch this scene when i feel sad bc it always makes me happy for the time it’s on

he’s so good with kids; he doesn’t have to try and think about what’s funny, he just does it, he’s himself and it works

FUCK OFF LADY CAN’T YOU SEE HE’S STRUGGLING????

give

him

back

his

card

casually wrinkling my nose against tears lmao

ohhh the way he looks up at those stairs from the bottom

i can feel his exhaustion

me too, my love

step step step step

god i wanna get him the fuck outta gotham

and into my arms and a soft, warm blanket

“eat. you need to eat” LITERALLY WHAT I TELL MYSELF EVERY DAY IN HIS VOICE BC OTHERWISE I JUST WOULDNT EAT???? I’m losing so much weight asdfghjk its not enough tho

SUPAH RATS

Did Arthur come up w that joke or was it actually a Murray joke????

HIS VOICE IS SO SOFT IM CRY??🥺🥺🥺🥺

“I WAS PUT HERE TO SPREAD JOY AND LAUGHTER”

YOU DO BABY, YOU DO!!!! EVERY FUCKING DAY!!!!

go deepthroat a cactus randall - youre already a bit of a prick so🙃🙃🙃

“THE GUYS THINNK YOU’RE A FREAK BUT I LIKE YOU”

HOYT. YOU CAN GO SIT ON A CACTUS TOO

FUCK OFF

😡😡😡😡

“WHY WOULD ANYONE STEAL A SIGN”//”WHY DOES ANYONE DO ANYTIHNG?” HOYT YOU’RE SO FUCKING ILLOGICAL HERE IM????? ERIKA DOES NOT (ALSO WILL NOT LMAO IM A STUBBORN BIITCH) COMPUTE

Can arthur fuck me like he pounds the trash/????🥵🥵👀

those dark curls.... that crooked tooth... must kiss.🥺🥺🥺

pennys casual cruelty makes me so fucking angry

foreshadowingggggg ~ *JAZZ HANDS*

ugh the way he dances with that gun im👀🥵🥵🥵

he enjoys the power of it and his breathing gets deeper asdfghjk

clumsy baby omggggg i just COOED 🥺🥺🥺🥺

okay maybe im stupid but i genuinely dont understand this “senior who needs to graduate” skit i’m??? how is being an intro to western civ student funny im???? someone explain???

but also dont bc fuck that guy lmao arthur’s hilarious

true millenial humour (and brit humour lmao we’re dark asf)

THE WAY ARTIE TWIRLS HIS FINGERS AROUND HIS HAIR AND DANCES IN HIS SEAT IM???🥺🥺🥺

wanna curl up on his lap at night when hes writing and go to sleep with a

blanket around our bodies🥺🥺🥺🥺

when arthur wears a shirt at home you KNOW it’s a daydream

THAT CROOKED TOOTH IM WANT KISS.

WAIT IS IT CALLED STAND UP COMEDY BC YOU STAND UP... AND ITS COMEDY???

23 FUCKING YEARS, PEOPLE... TO REALISE THAT🙄

WHEN CARNIVAL CAME ON SCREEN I NTHE HOSPITAL I MADE A PORNOGRAPHIC NOISE LMAO I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

IF YOURE HAPPY AND YOU KNOW IT, SHOOT MURRAY

WOOPS WRONG LYRICS

😂

“doctor of laughter”🥺🥺🥺🥺

doctor i have a case of the Big Sad can you... do an exam? 😉😏

NO BB DONT BEAT YOUR HEAD UP THERES PRECIOUS CARGO IN THERE

in what world does chucking cold greasy chips in a girls hair being “nice”???

lmao fuck these guys

ohhh honey breathe. dont fight it, my love, just breathe.

my heart’s breaking for you, you sweet thing🥺🥺🥺

i love you so so so so so so so much ugh you’re an actual fucking angel

just breathe darling

i need to get you a cup of tea with honey in it, your throat must be so sore

ohhhh baby im so sorry

i’d take every single punch if i could

i’d die for you

i wish i could protect you

i wish i could look after you

and take all those hits

and kill those guys for you

im so sorry

sobbingggg

YES GOOD MAN THANK YOUUU

KILL THOSE ASSHOLES LMAO DESERVED IT

yeah i have a grey morality... im similar to deadpool in that way tbh

carnival comin’ to kill your insecurities

8 bullets in a 6 chamber???? mm-hm

DONT FORGET YOUR BAG THATS EVIDENCE

AND THE WIG

RUN BABY RUNNNNNNN

GO GO GO GOOOOOOOOOOOO

RUN LIKE THE WIND BULLSEYE

THE SOUND OF HIS FEET SLAPPING THE PAVEMENT IM👀

OOOOOH JOKER’S WAKIN’ UUUUUUP

fuck he’s so hypnotic

the way he runs his hand down his lower stomach asdfghj🥵

must kiss the inner tendons on his wrists and lick the blood off his face

must kiss

he moves like water

fuck hes so fluid

bathroom scene = the scene in which my heart and vagina clench at the same time

im WANT

T POSEEEEEEEE

“i still owe you for that, dont i?”

PUNCH OUT IS MY FAVOURITE THING E V E R

D O N T S M I LE

UGH I FUCKING HATE being told to smile if i don’t fucking want to so BIG mood

PLEASE SHUSH ME THE WAY YOU JUST SHUSHED PENNY IM???

but also dont lmao bc i’ll think you’re mad at me and i’ll hide in the bedroom for the rest of the day lmao i’m sensitive✨✨✨

i wanna sit on his lap and still his bouncing knees

“thats not funny”

fuck off penny yes it is

I JUST CHOKED ON MY COFFEE IM???

“but i do” god the P O W E R

ugh that fucking sexist piece of shit comedian can choke “women look at sex like buying a car” 🤢🤮🤢🤢🤮

chauvinistic pigs can die thanks

his lil trip upstage im cry🥺🥺🥺

ohhh baby. just breathe, darling. it’s okay to be scared. dont fight it. just breathe.

he and i both cover our mouths when we laugh/smile in the exact same way and it makes me feel closer to him

how can they think hes laughing at himself when hes literally gagging????

people only see what they wanna

the Penny imitation is👌👌👌

s m i l e

i remember when i came home from seeing this for the first time, i got home and dropped to my knees to cry in the bathroom. it was such an emotional release and so much love and i played smile to try to make myself smile but i only made myself cry harder lmaooooo ~

smile and thats life are my go-to songs if i gotta cheer tf up

danger sign = neither works

he looks so soft after his “date”🥺🥺🥺

“thats life” yeah but murray you dont even leave the studio so how do you know????

ngl arthur’s anger scares me.

anyone so much as raise their voice at me and i’ll cry really bad and i will shut myself away for the rest of the day and quiet anger terrifies me so his banging abt in the kitchen would freak me tf out😲

angry bb😭

he controls his anger so fast though omgggg ~

that soft please sends me

idk where it sends me lmao

down below probably

BARE FACED CARNIVAL OMG THIS SCENE IS SO CUTE

I LOVE THE MATCHING COLOURS ON ARTHUR AND BRUCE TOO ???

okay but the implication that arthur always carries a clown nose on him is🥺🥺🥺

hes such a good clown im?????

lmao im enjoying the show more than bruce is skskskk

arthur’s lil chuckle makes me🥺

his HUMMING im??? soft?????

his brows are so strong and dark omggg ~ he’s so beautiful

OKAY i’ll be honest i’ve seen this alfred/bruce scene and the thomas bathroom scene later on and the penny flashback scene a 100 times and i still dont fucking understand what did or didnt happen regarding arthur’s parentage im????

ive seen interpretations to say he is thomas’ son and some to say he isnt and i still cant decide so? im stupid i guess 🙃

“a clown thing?” the s a s s

“it’s exit only” yeah so’s my ass🙃

if i was there in the hospital room i woulda turned that tv off as soon as i realised what clip was gonna play

murray’s cruelty is d i s g u s t i n g

lmao hes an asshole

arthurs lil clap from joyyyyy ~ 🥺🥺🥺

did i say murray???

i meant m u r r a t

🙃🙃🙃

sneaky baby

wayne hall either has super bad security or arthurs v quick on his feet

🤔🤔🤔🤔

he looks so good in red omggg ~

f o r e s h a d o w i n g

arthurs smile when hes watching chaplin is how he smiles when we all gush to each other abt him and ourselves!!!

hes so cuuuuuute🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰

“told me what”

ohhhh honey🥺🥺 im so sorry. “crazy” is a trigger word for arthur; it made him start laughing in the bathroom with thomas

“touch my son again ill fucking kill you” yeah?? touch my arthur again and i’ll fucking kill you🙃🙃🙃🙃

^^^ that ones a joke do not come at me

the clerk in arkham was nice to arthur - he, gary and sophie are the good gothamites.

none of it was enough to stop his descent into joker, though, and i’d even say it was too late right at the beginning of the film, too...

his sock puppet thingy “they cut all those” is such a Joker thing to doooo ~

the way arthur’s laughing in the hall at arkham turns into sobbing is gut-wrenching omg the poor thing😭

i wanna hug him and protect him and help him to process this in a healthy way

sweetheart, if i could take all of your pain and put it onto me... i so would. i’d do it in a heartbeat.

i wanna get you into a hot shower, make you some food and sit and listen to you. we can either sit in silence or you can talk to me, my love, and you will be heard and understood and loved.

“i had a bad day”

IT’S OKAY I DIDNT NEED MY HEART ANYWAY OMG YOU POOR SWEET INNOCENT THING IM LOVE YOU🥺💔

THAT ENTIRE LATE NIGHT SCENE LAUGH/SOBBING GOT ME -

💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

i just wanna hold you and protect you and help you and love you

I’m so fucking sorry, darling. i wish i could take it all away from you

“i havent been happy one minute of my entire fucking life”

NO ONE SHOULD LOOK THAT ANGELIC AFTER COMMITING MATRICIDE IM????

get

that

fucking

gun

away

from

your

face

boi dont test me ill fucking go feral or - no, tell you what, i’ll point the gun at me and see how you like it

im looking respectfully at the green speckled undies scene....👀👀👀

“coming” 😏😏😏

“my mum died im celebrating” and “i stopped taking my medication” and you STILL stayed in the apartment with Arthur????? dudes those are 🚨🚨🚨 signs

woe betide anyone who underestimates arthur fleck lmaoooo

randalls death scene makes me laugh every time omg i feel so vindictive

get WRECKED

i wanna lick the blood off his face. i really want to

ngl i think i have a blood kink...

“dont look just go” ME WITH MY ACNE WHEN I SEE IT IN THE MIRROR 😂😂😂😂

JOKERJOKERJOKERJOKER

ASDFGHJKL

ERIKA.EXE HAS STOPPED WORKING

JOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERRRRRR

😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 MY BABY MY MAN OMG THERE HE IS IM CRY???????😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺

my mind is literally blank rn im just staring and crying and smiling so hard my face hurts????? im love him so so so so much

sweet thing’s so used to pain he gets HIT BY A CAR AND KEEPS GOING????

I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU

hghhhhhhhhhhhhhh

euirrrrrrgkjbgkfbirsghigrbugr

*incoherent keyboardsmash to portray utter love*

ohhh baby no dont cry. oh honey😭 i wanna sit on your lap and kiss your tears away

“i love dr sally”

you have a WIFE at home

“DO YOU REMEMBER?” THAT WAS YOUR CUE TO APOLOGISE LMAO GET FUCKED MURRAT

he’s so CUTE

omgggg ~

my hearts gonna give out its SQUEEZING SO HARD IT HURTS

YOU MOCK THEM, BABY!!! THEY GOT IT COMING

“i wanna get it right” hes so passionate

my comments have deceased in number bc im just too starstruck and in love to even think clearly lmao

jokers all i know rn and this is the most peaceful ive felt in WEEKS

im sobbing

ugh fuck this hurts so BAD

youre speaking the truth, darling. im so so proud of you and i love you so much

“THEY COULDNT CARRY A TUNE TO SAVE THEIR LIVES” LMAO INSIDE JOKESSS

literally sobbing right now ugh what the fuck youre in so much pain and in the middle of a breakdown and no one saw you

ugh baby im so sorry, you deserve so much better

you tried so hard and you were gonna fall no matter what

IN THE WHITE ROOM

“hi” baby they cant hear you but im COOING 🥺🥺🥺🥺

you’re so fucking cute

say the word and ill burn gotham to the fucking ground for you

i wanna sit atop that car and cradle your head in my lap and wipe the blood off your face and help you stand up and be there for you and and and😭😭😭😭😭😭 i love you so so so much.

i’d be so much worse off without you in my life. you brought a splash of colour which has never dimmed or faded. it never will.

b l o o d s m i l e

im wearing my inside on the outside now and it still hurts

angel💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

i see you and your pain. i love you.

i see you, angel.

his genuine laughter is🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

that cute lil “ksksks” he does im🥺🥺🥺

i always laugh with him omg the two of us are laughing together ugh its the closest i will ever get to sharing in his joy

t h a t ‘s l i f e

i love the hallway daaaaaaaaaaaaaance ~

them hips dont lie😉😉😉

i love you i love you i love you i love you omg the sun’s like a halo ugh i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you im singing along to thats life while i type out how much i love you at 220am lmaooooo ~

i l o v e y o u

#erileck #<- ref tag #arthur fleck #joker 2019 #erika talks

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sammansonn · 4 years

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Thoughts on the 100 7x06

loved seeing dioyza again as i was very concerned for her and am glad to see she is still That Bitch (also that sequence of her in the one room really frightened me)

okay so i don’t Prefer the sanctum plot but i do kinda dig the sheidheda thing ngl (it just kinda reminds me of season 3 which i actually liked i know a lot of people hated the flame stuff and i feel like yeah it went on a bit long but i just kinda like all the grounder culture and the flame was a big part of it so im kinda not learning more about sheidheda also i just kinda miss polis i liked that place it was neat)

tell me why i almost cried just hearing clarke day bellamys name

i almost Screeched at the fucking spider what the Hell that whole crawling in that tunnel thing Freaked me Out

murphy’s actually a sweetheart honestly he deserves to be happy one day my poor babie boi

ya know i also get where this convict girl be comin from her husband was a sweet man rip but also she’s fucking Crazy

the family reunion with diyoza really Got me and them all thinking bellamy is dead?? a Tragedy (would love to know where he actually is tho)

ooo that shot of the chess queen and fade into a shot of clarke??? Iconic

MY BABIE BOI LEVITT I LOVE THAT MANS SO MUCH v glad we got to see him and that face touch with him and octavia?? so tender and then that beautiful deck in the face really made it Iconic

love the idea of Madi having actual friends and also love that she and her mom are both artists

but seriously just let madi have friends and play soccer Please she Deserves it

like i get why indra needs madi and how she thinks its the only way to fix things but also i want madi to be Happy :( also lucky for indra that clarke is on another planet rn because she would Not stand for this

also Yes clarke “understands” being a child and having to lead an entire army and that’s Exactly why she Doesn’t want madi to have to carry that responsibility like she did

i feel like the cave chat with clarke and raven would’ve been a Gr8 time for raven to properly apologize to clarke but i still Loved that scene and raven admitting she was afraid while also just reminding us how fucking Strong clarke is but also how good of a person both clarke and raven are 10/10 emotional talk with my badass women

indra really fucked up for a bit and i’m So Glad madi finally said that she can’t do this because she Can’t this is an awful time for both clarke and gaia to be the gone i’m so glad jackson murphy and emori were like “hey, no, thats our niece and you can’t fuck her up like this” (especially murphy, watching him protecting children really makes my heart swell)

man emori really be in the episode for 5 minutes and just fully reminds me how much i Love her (and her and murphy together, they’re just so cute)

okay but indra Do Be powerful and as an actual Adult she should actually be leading the people instead of a fucking child

echo really be Losing it but i again do understand her action and agree that protecting levitt is Vital i wish O hadn’t said his name cuz i am sad for that poor lil old man just getting some flowers

also fuck you gabriel y’all should’ve gone you could’ve hung out there for a bit, maybe gotten a little sick idk, and then sneak back in once the panic died down a bit

i’d really love it if the gang would hold hands when walking into the bridge because i am V Scared of them getting separated through time

we still don’t know who knocked out gaia?? or if she’s okay???

also where is my boi Bellamy i Miss him Please i need to know where he is and if he’s okay also i need him to confess his love to clarke but ya know for now i’ll just take anything of him please

#the 100 #the 100 spoilers #clarke griffin #raven reyes #octavia blake #hope diyoza #dioyza #gabriel #echo #emori #john murphy #madi griffin #indra #bellamy blake #bellarke

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kpopblurbs · 4 years

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alright some salt to the wound,, imagine you just started dating jae not long ago, probs a few months bcs y'all never actually got FREAKY freaky u feel? so u thought he'd be goofy or sum shit right bc of how he acts and he just doesnt look that intimidatingly strong,, until one day he's just frustrated from sth at work, comes home to you (in that outfit in the pic u gave me the link to) n u never rlly realized how fixated you were on his hands until you see them (1/?) - hand kink anon comin thru

(2/?) okay at that point you see your boyfriend all very frustrated which was unlikely of him and u gotta admit, he's sizzling hot), and u realize his hands were damn attractive. his pale complexion was contrasted by the red in his knuckes and fingers, veins bulging as they were on his neck and forehead. n ur like lowkey highkey worried so ur like "bby is everything okay?" n he's like fuck no,,, he's stressed frm work and all tht shit - hand kink anon

(3/?) but to add salt to HIS wound, not only the stress from work but also you. usually seeing you made him relaxed and at home, but when he came home that night and saw you in a very cute but inviting nightgown, he was far from being relaxed. it fuels to his fiery emotions and he's like no, he sits on a couch and motions u to come over n u do, u sit on one of his thighs as he brings his grip over to your throat, barely ghosting over it as he tells u to ride his thigh - hand kink anon

(4/?) and so you do exactly that, with his very delicious looking fingers holding your throat with just enough strength to showcase his dominance. you start off slow and teasing and it did not amuse jae, and he tightened his grip by a little bit as a warning and you completely ignored said warning n continued to tease the man. he wasn't having it. he g r o w l e d,,, "so you wanna be a brat? think that's really a wise decision, whore?" and just grabs u by the throat,,, - hand kink anon

(5/?) n sort of gets u up n kinda maneuvers to "throw" you to the bed n u were like holy fucking shit this man is kinky wtf,, ur skin burned by the lingering feeling of jae's fingers n the rings that adorned them but u burned even more by the sight of ur bf hastily undressing his navy button up, throwing it elsewhere, leaving his jeans (that had deliciously provided you some sweet pleasure earlier) on. "all fours, sweetheart. now.", the loving petname contradictory to what he'd called u earlier

aight yk what imma send it off anon (6/?) his tone was nothing like your usual sweet loving goofball of a lover, and u were honestly scared (though also excited n curious) of what would happen if u disobeyed him. so u get on all fours, bending your back slightly to give a nice pop of your ass which didnt go unnoticed by jae obviously. another growl could be heard, "guess u rlly do wanna test my patience huh, baby?", before a long silence ensued n u were confused bcs why the fuck is he so quiet??

(7/?) n u were confused bc wht the fuck did u do? some booty poppin aint gonna hurt no one, but OHOHO was mans pissed. the silence was starting to get weird before a loud thwack was heard booming through the air before you could register the impact on your ass, immediately realizing it was from jae's hand. holy fucking shit. that was rhe harsest ass slap you've ever received, and you fuckin screames at that shit bcs of the shock n the overwhelmingly pleasurable pain,,,

(8/?) and the smacks carried on for a bit and if u were to say u didnt enjoy it would be a fucking lie. after he was done, u knew ur ass would be red and purple. and just as u were about to let your figure slump against the soft bed, you felt his fingers weave their way through your hair and tugged, with moderate force to keep your stance upright like it was before the whole process but not too hard to bald you. goddamn did that turn u on.

(9/?) then he finally takes his pants off and you sneaked a lil peek n holy fucking shit u saw a long boi in that shit. he wasn't rlly on the girthy side but god damn he was as long as a fucking flagpole ngl,, it was so red and hard and angry ngghhhh,,,, "your little cunt right here is alrdy dripping, it better be a good vice for my cock, hm?", he'd lowly groan before sliding in oh-so-graciously. it actually was perfectly fitted like a vice, it felt heavenly in u. he started to pick up his pace,

(10/?) his pace soon became one that was animalistic and brutal, hips snapping back into you with such force that could ram your head to the wall tbh. so he snakes his hand to your neck, grabbing it again as he pressed his thumb and index fingers against the sides of your throat to cut off blood flow, making you feel lightheaded, adding to the overwhelming pleasure of the good dicking from jae. it certainly didnt take u long to cum, but it did for him as he finally came,

(11/?) he finally came after drawing out two orgasms from you, still with his hands wrapped around your neck. you were completely exhausted but you were worried-ish bcs fuck ur bf never did this,, not even close,,, so u were like "babe r u ok???" n he was like "yeah just tired, did i go too rough on you? i'm sorry" n ur like "no don't be, i like this side of you anyways ;)" and whoops there we go,,, IM SORRY IF THIS WAS TOO LONG AKSNKSK even tumblr disapproved im so so sorry :((

#im posting this with no caption bc its art that deserves to be appreciated on its own #also without my sara speaks tag #bc did i speak? the answer is no #but like wow 10/10 hand kink anon you are a blessing #hand kink anon

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cassiopeiassky · 5 years

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Fly

I’m sad. I wrote a thing. Don’t read it if you don’t want the sads.

This idea first came to me about a year ago, right after I found out about @viollettes losing her battle with cancer. I didn’t get the courage to actually write it until losing my mom in law last month, and now another friend from high school. It’s a songfic - the song is Fly by Jars of Clay. I’d link the video but I don’t have the energy to deal with Tumblr being a twat.

This is for JinAh, Maggie, and Mande. Fly high, loves. You live on forever in the hearts of those that had the luck to know and love you.

Bucky x reader

Word count: 1283

Warnings: character death, talk of cancer and dying. Brief mention of thoughts of self harm.

Lyrics are italicized.

Be still, let your hand melt into mine

The part of me that breathes when you breathe is losing time

I can’t find the words to say I’ll never say goodbye

The room is quiet save for the uneven breaths she struggles to take; there’s no more unending beeps or shrill alarms, no more whoosh and pulling velcro from the blood pressure cuff. There’s no need for these things anymore. The nurses come in periodically to give her a bit of morphine under the tongue, just to be sure she’s comfortable - and to check on him - but mostly they leave him alone.

They’re grieving, too.

She’s been in this hospice room for five weeks, and she’s already lived two weeks longer than expected. It didn’t take long for her to make her mark. Bucky already knows how easy it is to love her; the nurses found it out the hard way. He supposes it’s an occupational hazard.

He gently traces the contours of her face one more time as he holds her close. He moves his fingertips over her eyelids, remembering how they opened for the last time early yesterday morning. Despite her exhaustion, despite the poison flowing through her body, he could still see her love for him in them. Even cancer couldn’t steal that.

Bucky smiles.

Her lips, now dry and chapped, managed a smile and a mouthed “I love you” before her eyes slid closed. Her voice left a few days earlier, but Bucky knows what she meant. He suspected but didn’t know then that it would be the last time.

He presses a kiss to her forehead and remembers. He remembers when they first met, how he was so self assured as he sauntered over to her as she stood by the pool. He was so utterly taken by her in the sight of that sundress that he completely lost his cool and gave her an absolutely terrible pickup line, one that in hindsight was totally inappropriate. She calmly handed her friend her drink before spartan kicking his cocky ass into the pool.

“Yeah, I had that comin’” he laughed as he surfaced, and she cracked a smile.

“Yeah, you did.” She hid her smirk behind her lemonade as he pulled himself out of the pool.

“That was awful, can I have a do over?”

He prayed as she tilted her head. “You sure you want one?”

“Absolutely.” He was already in love.

Even if Bucky knew then what he knows now, he wouldn’t have changed his answer. Even knowing how it would end, with his heart grinding itself into millions of tiny shards in the semi darkness of a room not their own, he wouldn’t change a thing.

Not a single thing. Not one tiny moment. She was the best part of his life.

I saw the host of silent angels waiting in their own

Knowing that all the promises of faith come alive when you see home

Hold still and let your hand melt into mine

God, he doesn’t want her to go. He’s even briefly thought about going with her, until she made him promise he wouldn’t do anything stupid.

“Define stupid,” he’d mumbled, trying to hide his desperation.

“You know what I mean,” she’d said sternly before pulling him close and kissing away the tears he couldn’t stop from spilling over. “The world needs you, Babe. You’re a good man, and there aren’t enough like you. You’re needed here.”

“But I need you.”

“I’ll always be with you, Bucky.” When he didn’t respond, she said, “Don’t you dare get all Twilight on me and do stupid shit so I have to come back and haunt your ass.” That won a tearful chuckle, so she continued, “I have every intention of taking over as your guardian angel, so take it easy on me, okay?”

That was a while ago, back when they first found out for sure that the cancer was far more aggressive than any existing treatment. Contemplating the reality of living without her isn’t any easier today than it was then, but a promise is a promise.

Besides, he’s pretty sure she’s gonna be okay, and that’s really what matters to Bucky. He had a dream the night before last – he doesn’t generally believe in stuff like this, but he’ll hold onto this with every fiber of his being. He dreamed that he was lying here with her when the door opened, and in walked a steady stream of people: his ma and dad, his siblings, the Howlies. Peggy, not old and faded but young, bright and vibrant. There were faces he didn’t know but they resembled Rebecca. Others that resembled the woman lying in his arms were also there – Bucky recognized one from an old picture as a favorite uncle that was taken all too soon.

“We’ll take care of her, Jamie,” whispers a soothing voice he hasn’t heard in nearly a century. His ma.

“And no one will be able to stop her from taking care of you,” murmurs another once cherished voice, soft and lilting. Sarah, Steve’s ma. “She’s a lot like you in that respect.” She gazes at Bucky’s beloved, “She’s holding on for you, a leanbh.”

I’ll fly with you through the night so you know I’m not letting go

I’m not letting go

My tears like rain fill up the sky

Oh my love I’m not letting go, I won’t let you go

She fought so hard over the past year. Fucking cancer. Bucky had begged and pleaded to take her place – had done everything he could to support her fight. He watched as it dulled her eyes, sapped her energy, ruined her skin, and confined her to a bed. Cancer took so much from her, but it never managed to steal her kindness, wit, or love. It only sometimes overcame her stubbornness; Bucky actually believed she’d beat it, despite what the doctors said.

But now, it’s time.

“It’s okay to let go, Baby. I love you so much, and I’ll carry you with me wherever I go. I promise. I’m gonna go to all those places we talked about, and eat the local foods you wanted to try. I, uh, I still have the list in my wallet. And I’ll see those shows on Broadway, the ones you always talked about.” Bucky tries so hard to keep it together, for her sake, but the idea of doing these things without her is unbearable. He’s still going to do them, though. “I’m gonna miss you so fucking much, but there’s some good people waiting for you, okay?” His own choked whispers are broken and unrecognizable, but he knows she understands. She always did.

He doesn’t leave her side. The breaths become few and far between, but her heart, her strong, steady, beautiful heart, stubbornly continues to beat.

“It’s okay, Baby. You can let go. You fought a brave battle, and it’s time for you to rest. I love you.” He repeats it over and over and over again until she sighs, and he whispers her name one more time as her body briefly stiffens. He sobs as her heartbeat finally, grudgingly falters.

He almost can’t believe it. Or won’t.

She’s gone.

His world is gone and everything hurts but she’s no longer in pain. The thought is a bandaid on a bullet wound, but he supposes it’s something. He’d much rather it be him that hurts than her.

She’s peaceful now, and even though it’s supposed to be impossible he’ll swear to his last breath that he felt her lips graze his.

Shed your heart and your breath and your pain and fly

Now you’re alive

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#bucky x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes x reader #bucky imagine #fly #tw: death #tw: dying #tw: cancer #ps cancer go fuck yourself

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lovehelpmewrite · 5 years

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Im going to watch The Dirt

I'm gonna update this as I watch with my thoughts

Also, keep in mind I know actually nothing about Mötely Crüe. Like. Not even their names or what years they were active or any song names off the top of my head (but i know i've heard their music and that i like it somehow so theres that i guess?).

Alright, pressing play now...

Update timestamp 00:00:44 / "you make it yours" damn thats a good line.

UTS 00:02:14 / holy shit. Holy shit. I mean. I'd fuck Vince. Maybe Tommy too tbh.

UTS 00:08:22 / this actor is hot as fuck for Frankie/Nikki. Also i love that they switched narrators to... Tommy i think right? The drummer. Yeah. Him.

UTS 00:10:20 / aw i love that Tommy was nervous and star struck by Nikki. Im fucking soft already but whats new. Also f u c k me with that twirling drumsticks shit. ALSO Nikki is h o t. Not news.

UTS 00:13:02 / Mick is a fucking RIOT. "10 times out of 10, band with a shitty name is a shitty band" GO OFF BITCH. hOLD UP I THINK THATS RAMSEY FROM GAME OF THRONES but also hes fucking k i l l i n g it on guitar so like fuck it up i guess?

UTS 00:14:53 / oh man Mick that shit s u c k s :((

UTS 00:18:14 / VINCE IS SO SMOL I LOV. also i fucking love that his thoughts are about Tommy and the band while hes getting sucked off?? Like. WOW. Thanks Vince.

UTS 00:23:15 / Mick is my favorite. I said it. Also Vince's girl is a bitch sorry. And XMass?? Come on Nikki. MICK COMIN IN WITH THE GOOD ASS NAME.

UTS 00:25:22 / NIKKI. IN THE BOOTS. AND THE HAIR. AND THE MAKE UP. F U C K ME ALREADY. oh man that spit was nasty. I like Tommy's pants too tho. And i love Mick just chilling in the back?? Mood.

UTS 00:28:14 / am now getting tipsy as i watch (at the suggestion of a new friend lol) and its gettin GOOD. They are all so gorgeous and im Whet just watching it.

UTS 00:31:05 / i want them all to fuck me. Mick playing his guitar?? Like THAT??? Consider my underwear ruined, thanks. OH MY GOD THE GIRL UNDER THE TABLE CAN THAT BE ME WHAT THE FUCK

UTS 00:36:13 / i love the aside via Mick. THE OUTFITS OH MY GOD. Vince fucking literally everyone is so funny, im sorry. God Tommy started drumming and then Mick came in and i literally moaned, sorry.

UTS 00:42:21 / man they are HOT. What the fuck. Shout At The Devil is a great song tho. They're all so emo, i lov. Oh man Mick is such a fuckin sweetheart with his respect for "females of our species". Rip. Ozzy is fuckin out of it tho. Man, Tommy's drumming style is so cute n floppy and shit. I lov him.

UTS 00:53:30 / the continued table blowjobs is something special :) man i wanna fuck Nikki Sixx now. Aww Mick :(( tommy loves too easily man, my sweet romantic baby. HOLY SHIT THATS A CAR ACCIDENT.

UTS 00:57:28 / aw jesus Vince :( aww jesus Nikki :(( aww fuck guys get it together :(((

UTS 01:03:10 / jesus Nikki get it together please :(((

UTS 01:11:22 / Nikki holy fuck bb slow down :( man i feel so bad for Tommy. (Was that a slash cameo???)

UTS 01:14:19 / NIKKI NO WHAT THE FUCK

UTS 01:21:08 / aw Nikki baby :(( well im glad they all got clean at least. And Dr. Feelgood is a good song. Aw Tommy. Oh or i guess not sober.

UTS 01:28:15 / aw fuck Vince :(( side note Nikki's tattoos are Hot. Aw Vince fucking... fuck. And Mick god fuck :((( my babies

UTS 01:34:18 / oh... fuck, Vince. I... fuck. Aw jeez they're all very 90's. Tommy is v cute. Mick bb you are so strong.

UTS 01:41:38 / oh man the famous looks of Mötley Crüe that we all know. God Tommy got Hot. Home Sweet Home, im emo. Aw i love them.

This was good, i liked this. Definitely better drunk, but it was good :)) i still think Tommy is cute, movie or irl. He just is. Guess i've got a thing for drummers *cough cough Roger Taylor cough cough*.

#here we go guys #i've heard both good and bad things #so lets just do this #what have i got to lose?

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nobodiesheartlessshitblog45 · 6 years

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5 years ago.

2D was walking down the streets of Miami, as he looked around he saw a small sign that said opened, he shrugged, walk down few concrete steps, opened the door.

It was a small bar, the place was empty say for a few people who were sitting at the edge of the bar.

2D walked over the other of the bar, and took a seat.

Man: Hey there.

2D: (looks at him)

See a Man with dark brown hair with a few gray strands, a little scruff on chin, and light green eyes, giving a friendly smile.

2D: 😳... H-Hello... Can I have a shot of whiskey please?

Man: Certainly. (the man walked away grabbing a shot glass and A bottle of whiskey and pord some in) Here ya go.

2D: Thanks, mate. (downs the glass) Whoa! That's... some strong stuff.

Man: Yep it is. And home made by one of our local breweries.

2D: It's good. Can I 'ave another?

Man: Here ya go. But take it easy. This can stuff can knock ya on ya ass.

2D: Heh. I'm... Stuart.

Man: Kanze. Or Kaz

2D: Kazen? I've never 'read that name before.

Kazen: I think its Greek. At least that's I was told.

2D: It's a nice name.

Kazen: Thank you, Stuart.

2D took a few another shot of whiskey, and then let the alcohol settle in.

A few hours later.

2D: So, Murdoc, fuckin arshole yells at me, and... Y-Ya wanna know I did next...?

Kazen: Um, I'm not sure...

2D: I-I 'it 'im... right in 'is stomach... Then Murdoc started pounding me in the face, and Russ 'ad to pull us apart and that when left...

Kazen: ... Wow. This Murdoc Guy sounds like a real asshole.

2D: Yeah. He is...

Kazen: So, if you don't like the way he treats you, why don't leave?

2D: I tried, twice. And he always kidnaps me.

Kazen: ... 😐... (keeps putting weight glasses)

Just then Russell shows up.

Russell: Stuart! There you are! (walks over)

2D: H-Hello, Russ, H-How's my bestiat... Bestist.. My best m-Mate...Hi~!

Russell:Oh, god... How much did you have to drink?

2D: I donno. Kaz took a the bottle away. ... So, no bloody idea.

Kazen: You took 5 shots. I told you take it easy!

2D: P-Party pooper... Pfff... I said poop~ I'm tweeting that...! (pulls out his phone)

Russell: Give me that! (take the phone) We're trying to stay obscure, you dumbass. And Noodle has been in tears after you stormed off like that, she was worried that you might never come back. So how dear you make for making her worry about your stupid ass.

2D: ... ... (let's down at the floor) Fucking 'ell. Alright alright, I'm a wanker. Okay?

Russell: Damn right. Now your drunk ass in gear and let's get goin'.

2D: Oh, alright, alright. I'm comin'... I'm think about to ... Yeah, gonna be sick... (run to the bathroom)

Kazen: ... Man can't hold his liquor.

Russell: (shakes his head) And he's careless. (looks at Kazen) I'm sorry if 2D, I mean, Stuart has been a problem.

Kazen: Not all. And don't worry, I didn't tell anyone who he really is or you for that matter. And here. (Hands over $300) He... overtip.

Noodle: (Runs) Stuart?! Where is the where is he?! Is Stuart alright?!

Russell: He's fine, baby girl. Have a little bit too much to drink, and he's in the bathroom.

Noodle: Well aren't you in there with him!?

Russell: ... (blushes) He... Ran to the ladies room...

Noodle: ... (Rolls eyes and walks into the women's bathroom)

After a while Noodle walks out with 2D.

2D: I appreciate ya, but that's the men's toilet. You're a girl...

Noodle: Yep sure. C'mon. Let's head home.

Kazen: Enjoy the rest of evening.

2D: (grins at him) Y-You too, mate. (looks at Noodle) A great Chap... And a great ars... Fuckin' sexy ars...

Kazen: ... ... (blushes)

Russell: (Facepalm) Idiot...

Noodle: Okay, this too awkward.

And three of them leave.

Kazen: ... Heheh. Well, they're a very lovely people. I like'em.

#gorrilaz #gorillaz fanfiction #2d gorillaz #noodle gorillaz #russell gorillaz #male oc

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teentitansblackbird · 7 years

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Chapter 4

The Watchtower. April 24th, 2028. 2:40 PM EST.

Damian entered the computer room and pulled his cowl off, letting a worn sigh pass his lips as he approached the seated figure currently still unaware of his presence. He didn’t think too much on it, but he and Drake hadn’t talked much since Damian became Batman. After Tim earned his Master’s in Forensics, he and Stephanie were in and out of Gotham rather frequently. Of course they saw each other every November, but they hadn’t actually sat down and had a proper conversation since… well, since Damian had been Robin.

“You certainly seem to enjoy monitor duty,” the Batman said as he leaned over the other cowled figure’s shoulder.

The Red Robin smiled as he looked back to meet his younger brother’s eyes. “Well, Stephanie always says I’m good with computers.”

“How are they, by the way?” Damian asked, taking the open seat beside Tim and running his eyes over the swarm of displays before him.

“Good,” Tim smirked. “Ryan’s about ready to start walking.”

“That’s big,” The younger man remarked, his eyebrows raised.

“Well… not as big as your news,” Tim said with a wink. “Congratulations, man.”

“Thank you,” Damian replied, rolling his eyes. He wasn’t surprised; Tim had a way of finding things out.

“Boy or girl?” The older brother leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, his eyes moving back to the screens.

“We don’t know yet,” Damian leaned back, looking at the photograph Tim had placed on the console. In it he could see Stephanie smiling back at him, holding young Ryan in her arms. The boy had her hair and Tim’s eyes. Ryan was rather soft-spoken, not quick to warm up to new people. Still, the baby took to Damian well enough, much to his relief.

“You got names picked out?”

“Yeah.” Damian smiled. “Thaddeus if it’s a boy. Angela if it’s a girl.”

“Thaddeus…” Tim turned to look back at Damian. “Like Alfred.”

“Mhmm,” Damian replied. “And Angela for Arella, Raven’s mother.”

“Where is she, by the way?” Tim reached for his coffee as he asked.

“She’s gone to see Zatanna, tell her the news…” Damian paused for a moment before looking back to Tim. “Is Superman around?”

“The big one? Yeah, he’s here talking to some of the new guys,” the other replied. “Haven’t seen yours around, though. Sorry.”

“Ah well. Thanks anyways…” Damian sighed as he looked past the displays out at the planet below. He’d seen the Earth from orbit countless times during his time as Batman, being in and out of the Watchtower periodically. But even so, the sight of the world from so far away still seemed to mesmerize him every time.

“You hear anything from Jason lately?” Tim asked, casting his gaze out at the planet as well.

“No, not in awhile…” Damian was a bit slow to reply, thinking to himself. “Pretty sure he’s still on the road with Harper and Starfire.”

“Hmm…” Tim leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. “I should probably give him a call. Make sure he’s not in jail or anything.” Damian stifled a laugh at the idea. Wouldn’t surprise him one bit; Todd was as dependable as they come, but that didn’t make him reasonable. He was still a loose cannon, and rarely did he ever do things by the book. That pattern of behavior evidently had rubbed off on Kori and Roy as well, earning their little triad a new moniker: “The Outlaws”. Damian thought it was a bit concerning, but he knew Jason meant well.

“Oracle to Batman. Dame, you there?” Damian jolted back to the present as Barbara’s voice came over his communicator. He quickly slid his cowl back on and engaged the suit’s HUD to see his sister-in-law looking back at him.

“Batman here,” the Dark Knight replied. “Go ahead, Oracle.”

“You need to get back to Gotham, now. Quinn says she’s going after Joker, and she needs you to come with her.”

“For God’s sake, I told her not to…” the Bat let out an irritated groan. “Fine, I’m on my way.” Damian looked back over his shoulder at Tim with a smile. “Drop by the Manor sometime. Dad’d probably like to hear from you.”

“We will,” Tim waved back at him. “See you soon, Little D.”

John Constantine’s apartment. Paddington, London. April 24th, 2028. 7:45 PM BST.

A light splash of water spilled into the doorway as the sorcerer stumbled through the doorway, his coat drenched from a walk in the rain. Cursing himself for not bringing an umbrella, Constantine stared back at his reflection in the mirror as the door slid closed behind him. He ran a hand roughly through his greying hair, studying the subtle lines of age beginning to show beneath his light beard. Time was beginning to catch up to him, it seemed. He smiled weakly, wondering why time had been so much kinder to his partner. Zatanna had hardly changed in the past ten years, he thought. Or maybe he just didn’t notice because they were always around each other. Despite the occasional fighting and butting heads, Zatanna Zatara was the only person John could always come back to at the end of the day. She just got him, better than anybody. Sure it sucked a little not living in the House anymore, but he didn’t mind. He hardly used all the space to begin with.

“Z, I’m back,” he called into the apartment as he stepped away from the mirror. “Knocked of early tonight, everybody was ‘eaded on home an account of all the…”

Constantine trailed off when he discovered that Zatanna had company over, locking eyes with Raven as he walked into the room.

“Hey John,” the younger mage spoke gently, leaned back into the sofa next to her sister. “How’s work?”

The detective chuckled. “Crap as always,” he replied. “Good to see ya, Sunshine.” Constantine shuffled further into the room, planting a quick peck on Zatanna’s forehead as he walked by her before dropping into his recliner.

“You hear the news?” Zatanna looked over at John as she took Raven’s hand. “You’re gonna be an uncle, pal.”

“I hadn’t heard,” John answered, peeking up as he did so, “but I could feel somethin’ comin’ off ya when I walked in. Kid’s got a strong spirit, an’ that energy comes off ya real strong if ya know how to sense it.”

“I know what you mean,” Raven said, looking down at her abdomen. “I could feel it almost as soon as it happened. I didn’t realize then what it was, but…”

“It?” John piped up curiosity. “What ya mean 'it’? Can’t ya… can’t ya tell what…”

Raven’s eyes widened. “Wait… you can??”

Zatanna turned back to Raven, one eyebrow cocked. “You really can’t? I thought you knew, what have you been doing up in that penthouse if you can’t tell?”

Constantine let out a laugh. “Boy, are you outta practice, aren’t ya kiddo?” He smirked as he began to pull off his tie. “You wanna know?”

“No!” Raven threw her hands up as she spat the word out, almost frantically. “I mean, not yet. Damian and I said we want to find out together.”

“Seems fair,” the older magician grunted as he propped his feet up on the coffee table. Before Zatanna could open her mouth with a “get your feet off the table, you moron”, a quick alert tone sounded from Raven’s communicator.

“Crap, I gotta take this, it’s from… huh.” Raven looked down in surprise at the ID displayed on her communicator. “That’s… wow, after all this time… I’ll be just a second.” Without another word, Raven quickly stood up and walked into the kitchen. Just as she left the room, John and Zatanna both looked right at each other, their faces both beaming.

“Ohhhhh ho ho, boy,” Constantine whispered. “Little Batsy’s gonna 'ave his 'ands full!”

“Right?” Zatanna replied, grinning wildly. “Can you even picture that punk with a kid?”

“Swear to god, we HAVE to get over to visit sometime,” the detective began to scheme, “even if i’s just to catch the freakin’ Batman at a little tea party in makeup for his princess!”

“You shut your mouth, John Constantine,” the older mage-girl snipped playfully, “there’s no way that little girl is gonna be the princess type. Have you SEEN her parents?”

“Z, I’ve 'eard the stories about that wank Raven 'ooked up with! They called 'im 'Prince Damian’! The girl’s already a prin–”

Both of them froze upon hearing the thump of Raven’s communicator hitting the floor, turning to see her walk back into the room.

“… cess.”

Raven’s eyes widened. “… you’re messing with me.”

Zatanna quickly stood up, walking quickly to Raven’s side. “Sis, I’m so sorry. We didn’t mean for you to– oof!” The words cut off as Raven’s arms slung around Zatanna’s neck, holding her tight.

“It’s fine,” Raven assured, a smile forming on her face as her cheek pressed into her sister’s. “This is… this is just… oh my god, it’s a girl, isn’t it?”

Constantine rose to his feet, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Heh, sorry kid. But 'ey, at least now namin’ the kid’ll be easier!”

Raven beamed back at John contently. “Actually, we already have a name picked out…” her cheeks began to redden slightly as she looked down. “… her name is Angela.”

CADMUS Headquarters, Washington DC. April 24, 2028. 11:36 PM EST.

“Welcome back to the real Project CADMUS, Mr. Wayne.”

The glass elevator doors swiveled back as Bruce walked alongside Director Waller into the dimly lit corridor. Aside from the hum of electricity, the hall of massive marked doorways was eerily quiet, save for the rhythmic clatter of the two elders’ footsteps, accompanied by the tap of Bruce’s cane. The old billionaire scanned his eyes over each doorway carefully, taking mental note of each door’s designation. He’d have to enter these into the Batcomputer when this whole ordeal was done… Bruce never trusted Cadmus. Not when he was the Batman, not they first came to into the public eye, and certainly not now. They made a habit of meddling in affairs that they had no business meddling in.

The two of them stopped abruptly at the end of the hallway and turned to the door on the left. PROJECT: KR, the door read.

“Mr. Wayne, before I show you what’s behind this door, I need to know you trust me, and that I can trust you. No more secrets here…” Waller peered over at Bruce from the corner of her eye. “… so you can go ahead and ditch that two-bit walking stick. I’m not buying your old cripple act.” Bruce looked back at the woman for a moment, before a faint smirk appeared on his wrinkled face. Chuckling low in his chest, the old Bat stood up straight, collapsing his cane and tucking it away in his coat. Waller shook her head subtly as she pressed her thumb to the print scanner on the wall. A puff of steam emitted from the doorway as the enormous metal door rose out of sight, and the two of them stepped forward into the room.

What stood before Bruce shook him to his core: at the very back of the room was a stasis pod, with the shield of the House of El emblazoned on the glass. Inside the pod was a boy, who looked about the age of sixteen, who bore a striking resemblance to…

“Dear god, Amanda…” Bruce muttered. “… what have you done?”

The old woman stepped forward, making her way to the console beside the boy. “Bruce Wayne, I’d like you to meet the Superboy.” Upon entering a few commands into the console, the pod erupted with a billow of steam as the glass case began to rise. As the fog dissipated, the boy opened his eyes slowly, revealing the same electric blue irises that Bruce had looked back into time and again throughout the years. Waller smiled. “Superboy, come greet our guest.” Immediately, the boy dropped to the floor from his pod, and walked up to the old man.

“Hello, Mr. Wayne,” the creature said quietly. “I am Superboy.”

Bruce’s brow furrowed as he thought hard about the situation he was in. The kid even sounded like the Boyscout. But his tone, the way he looked at him, the slight tremble in the boy’s knees… something was off.

“Waller, you need to start explaining exactly who and what this is, and why he’s here.”

Waller cocked an eyebrow. “Go ahead, child.”

The boy looked down at his feet for a moment before looking back up and meeting Bruce’s eyes. “I am a genetic replication of the hero called Superman. My purpose is to supplant the Superman should he fall in battle, or to destroy him should his behavior become contradictory to the interests and survival of the human race.”

Bruce crossed his arms, still processing this information. “You’re a clone of Superman.”

“Yes sir,” the creature replied, “however, I am not a perfect replication. Due to the limitations of modern human science, CADMUS was unable to produce a full Kryptonian. Instead, I am a human-Kryptonian hybrid, engineered to have as many of Superman’s traits and abilities as possible.”

“And I suspect you’ve never left this facility?” The old vigilante asked.

“No sir,” the boy answered. “The risk of Superman discovering my existence was deemed to great to permit my exposure to the outside world. Instead, I have lived here for the past year since my creation, developing my abilities and replenishing my strength through exposure to microscopic yellow suns kept within this facility.”

“Smart…” Bruce looked back to Waller, his expression grim. “So why are you showing me this?”

“Because I need some things from you. Three things, to be exact.” Amanda walked back from the console to join the two others in the room. “First and foremost, I need a favor…”

“A favor?”

“Yes…” Waller put her hand on Superboy’s shoulder. “I’ve had a change of heart after seeing how well the other Superman has been doing. What was his name? Jonathan?”

Bruce remained silent.

“Well, either way…” Waller looked to Superboy, then back to the old man. “Superboy has expressed a few times that he wants to see the rest of the world. He wants to know what it’s like out there, and… honestly, there’s not much left for him here. Doesn’t seem right to keep the boy locked away anymore.”

“This is rather out of character for you, isn’t it?” Bruce asked.

“Maybe so, but I stand by my decision. And I need your help.” Waller took another step towards Bruce. “I need you to take Superboy with you. Bring him to Superman, let him have a chance at a real life.”

“Why didn’t you just call Superman?” The Batman inquired, his eyes squinting with suspicion.

A twinge of a smirk appeared on Waller’s face. “Because you’re easier to reach, Mr. Wayne.” Bruce shook his head before looking back at the clone.

Superboy reached out, placing a hand gently on Bruce's arm. “Please.”

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blueshjx · 4 years

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insecure ( cth )

it was a REALLY hot day in California, and your lovely boyfriend calum decided that you two goto the beach. you didnt like the idea of going to the beach, not because you hated the beach, but because that going to the beach meant having to wear a swimsuit.

which you ABSOLUTELY dreaded might i add. you've always been quite self conscious about your weight & body image, you've always cared of what other people think of you & thats another thing you hated about yourself. you've never told cal any of this for the simple reason that you didnt want to bother him with your problems, you loved cal with your whole being like you would literally goto the ends of the earth for him. and you know he felt that same way & he would love you no matter what, but you just couldnt bring yourself to tell him this. you never were one for talking about how you feel, you hated talking about your feelings because in the end, you would most likely end up in tears feeling so vulnerable. so you go on with your day and find a cute swimsuit to wear, you admit to yourself that you kinda look good in it but of course your insecurities got the best of you. looking at yourself in the mirror with disgust thinking how could cal ever want to be with someone like you, you didnt notice cal walk into your shared bedroom until you feel two strong arms wrap around your waist.

"hi baby" cal mutters kissing your temple

"hi" you say barely audible

"ready to goto the beach" he says giddily

seeing how happy cal was to goto the beach with you made you hate yourself even more, you felt selfish for feeling this way. so you put on your best fake smile & say "yes of course lets go"

once you arrived to the beach, calum didnt hesitate to rip his shirt off and jump in the water leaving you to do the same.

"you comin in babe?" cal asks

"uh, yeah be right there" you say feeling the lump in your throat, by now you felt like you were gonna suffocate. once again your insecurities getting the best of you.

"hey, uh cal, i'll be right back" you call out to him almost on the verge of tears, you hated crying especially crying in public. so you sped walked to one of the nearest bathrooms, closing the door behind you and locking it. thats when you let it all out.

tears still falling down your cheeks, while you looked at yourself in the mirror once more.

"why am i like this?" you ask yourself

while youre still slightly crying you hear a knock at the door, realizing you've been in the bathroom for a while.

"hey baby, are you okay? you've been gone for a while" you hear your boyfriend say.

trying to calm yourself down you say,

" yes cal, im fine, i'll be out in a sec"

you accidentally let out a small sniffle mentally cursing yourself hoping cal didnt hear it. but unfortunately for you he did.

"baby are you crying? can you open the door?" he asks sorry laced in his voice.

"im fine cal" you say once again trying to sound convincing.

"no youre not, please open the door" he pleads until you give in and open the door.

"oh god princess whats wrong? did i say or do something to hurt you? please tell me" you can see the worry on his face.

you felt as if youre going to burst, you've kept all of your feelings bottled up for so long you just couldnt take it anymore.

"why do you want to be with someone like me?" you ask tears flowing from your eyes.

"what do you mean doll?" he asks furrowing his eyebrows.

"i mean why do you want to be with someone like me, im ugly and fat, there is nothing special about me at all calum!!!" you cry into chest.

"oh princess, look at me" he says as you slowly look up at him with watery eyes.

"please dont ever say that nonsense about yourself ever again, you're the most beautiful woman i've ever seen, i wonder sometimes why you would want to be with someone like me." cal says putting emphasis on "you" & "me"

"but cal there's literally nothing special about me to love, i'm useless" you say as a few tears still fall.

"baby girl, there are so many things i love about you" he says softly

"no-" you try to disagree with him but he cuts you off

"i love the way your eyes light up whenever you talk about something you love or something you done during the day, i love when you smile or when you laugh, your laugh is like music to my ears, but most importantly i love you not for your looks but because of who you are. your looks are just a plus" he says smiling down at you.

you cried even harder, because you didnt deserve someone like calum. you thanked god everyday for him, he was your rock, he was your home.

"i love you cal, i love you so much." you say full on sobbing now.

"i love you more princess" he says barely above a whisper.

"im sorry about all of this, i didnt mean to ruin our day" you say finally calming down.

"love, you didnt ruin anything, i want to make sure my girl is ok" he says kissing your forehead

"thank you cal, for everything" you murmured

"anything for you doll" he whispers

"wanna go home and cuddle?" cal asks

"yes please" you say

once yall got home & showered yall cuddled while watching the office.

"i love you princess, im always gonna love you no matter what, just remember that, ok?" he says nuzzling his face into your neck.

"i will cal, i love you more" you say facing him

"not possible but ok" he says you and him laughing and enjoying the rest of the night together in each other's arms

wowie 1,023 word count wUT

hope yall enjoy this lil thang i wrote ;)

pls give credit if used thankyou <3

#5sos imagine #5sos blurb #5sos hq #5sosfam #5sos teeth #calum 5sos

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sc87confessions · 7 years

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It all started in....Dallas.

Alright y’all I’m starting a fanfic, bear with me please as I’ve NEVER done any of this stuff so if y’all have any suggestions, I’d appreciate it! This is a Sidney Crosby fanfic, with a few cameos from others like the Dallas Stars here and there. The beginning will be different than what you expect! Here we go!

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Ty: Hey so you comin or not?

You: Ty I just got out from a TWELVE hour shifr the last thing I wanna do is go out

Ty: cmON! The boys miss you, shit I miss you

Anddddd, youre fave is here too, which is me lol jk

You: *Your

You wish lol, who are you talkin bout?

Ty: ughh me lol, for real tho come out for a little bit

You: FINE, only for a little bit, plus I have great news so I guess I can celebrate with y’all for bit!

Ty: fuck yes! What is it?

You: I’ll tell you there

Ty: no now!

You: Negative

But you’ll be the first to know

Pinkkky promise Ty!

Ty: fuck fine

As long as you get here at Dalia’s asap

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Ughhhh I really don’t want to especially because all I want to do is go home and just crash on my big comfy bed with my baby. But since I missed the guys too and couldn’t wait to tell them the great news I had to suck it up this time.

“Look who finally showed up!” Jamie said as soon as I walked in

“Cmon Jamie, your boytoy decided to tell me last minute” I smirked as Tyler flipped me off

“Heyyyy (Y/N)!” yelled out the other Stars in unison

“So whats the good news?!” Tyler asked as discreetly possible but pretty much failed

“Actually GREAT news Ty but aren’t y’all first goin to introduce me?” I told him

“My bad, hey guys this is a dear friend of mine, excuse me ours (Y/N)” Ty said

Holy shit its the Pens act normalllllllll

“Nice to meet you” they all waved

I decided to sit next to Ty who I feel most comfortable with but when I turned there was Sidney and Evgeni lookin at me like I was from another planet, especially Sidney

“So whats the news?” Ty insisted

“Im off probation” I whispered as low as possible

“I told you! WOOWW congrats!” Tyler yelled makin’ everyone curious

“Alrighy y’all” I said outloud as I stood up from my chair to get attention

“After a year of hard work, sweat, tears and literally blood, I’m officially off probation and got that offer in Pittsburgh!!” I said excitedly

“Fuck yeah” “This calls for shots” “Or just more beer because I’m getting old” was all murmured by different guys

The look on the dallas boys faces was filled with joy and so was the Pens but most of them looked confused

Tyler and I kept chatter talking about our babies aka our dogs

I noticed Evgeni and Sidney talking low until I heard Evgeni call my name

“Ughhhh (Y/N) right?” Evgeni assured

“Yeah, hey its really nice to meet y’all”

“You too! Not to snoop but what probation are you off from?” Evgeni asked as nicely as possible

I looked at him a little confused

“Fuck Geno, nooo” Sidney said quickly, Tyler was listenin in like the nosy guy that he is

“HAhaha, Geno she’s not what you think” Tyler chimed in

“VVVatt do you mean?” Geno asked

“She’s a…..can I tell them?” Tyler asked and I quickly nodded because I still wasn’t sure what Geno meant

“She’s a cop bro” Tyler said proudly loud enough for everyone to hear

ooohhhh so thats why they looked confused

Geno and Sid looked at each other like they couldn’t believe what they’d just heard

“Whatttt” the Pens asked me

“yES! Jeez y’all thought I was a criminal or somethin?!” I managed to ask because I was laughin too hard

“Explain please” said Geno

“Guys haha, I was on probation for a year to see if I’d make it to be an official cop” I told them

“Wait, how you know them??” Geno said, referring to the Dallas players

“You date him?” he pointed to Tyler, causin Sid to pay more attention

“HAHA no, that boat sailed” I replied as Tyler flipped me off again

“She used to work with us for PR but somehow got sick of us and joined the academy to be a cop” Tyler said sarcastically

“I always wanted to work in sports, thankfully I got a job offered here. I’m originally from California but moved to Dallas and worked here for about 2 years. But I ended up wanting to do something more for others and myself so I joined the academy to be a cop” I added.

“But you so tiny no offense” said Geno innocently

“Dont underestimate her Geno, she’s worked extremely hard to be where she’s at, she takes boxing classes and is usually always the first to arrive and last to leave in her training” Tyler said

“Wow, who would’ve thought” Sidney said beamingly

“Too bad she’s leavin us for you guys eh” Tyler said sadly

“Explain please” said Geno

“Well I got a few offers here and there from other places because there wasn’t an open position that I wanted here, it was either Pittsburgh, New York or ugly ol’ Florida haha” “So I chose Pittsburgh, I’ll move there in a few weeks”

“Nice! You can come see us play” Geno said “Well when you not busy” he added

After a few celebration drinks and random cake that said congrats Sidney and I ended up being quiet as everyone else talked with each other

“Sooo Pittsburgh huh?” Sid asked awkwardly

“Yeah Pittsburgh” I repeated

“Are you excited?” Sid

“Yeah I can’t wait! Just a little nervous”

“Why?”

“Well Im movin to another state on my own and I have to learn all the streets like the back of my hand, plus what if the department doesn’t think I am what they thought I’d be. Im movin farther away from home and this home too. Im gonna miss everyone” I said as I got a little teared up

“Hey hey, look I don’t know you but I can tell you have a lot of potential plus you seem like you know what you’re doing, they’re going to love you” Sid consoled me enthusiastically

“Thanks Sidney” I said more calmly did he just make me calm down quickly

“Anytime, plus I think you should see us play too, we’re a little bit more better than Dallas” he said jokingly but serious

“What are you smiling about Sid, that’s a first haha” Phil said teasingly causin Sidney to glare at him a bit

It had started getting late as the boys all started leavin one by one, especially the Pens as they had an early flight back home

I started gatherin my stuff as Ty, Jamie and I were leavin together, as we left Tyler was givin me a look

“What now TY?”

“He wouldn’t stop starin at you” he said chuckling

“WHO?”

“Like always you nevverrrr notice”

“Cut to it, who?!” I asked aggressively but playfully smackin him

“Fuck for a short girl you’re strong when youre not even trying, Sid, he kept side eyein you”

“Shut up”

“No for real, Geno and Phil were teasin him about it”

“But why?”

“Uhmm because you’re you, cmon (Y/N) you know youre beautiful and Im sure he thought so too”

“Whatever Ty” I said just as Sid and Geno were comin out

Sid looked like he was blushin while Geno and Phil were crackin up

“So we would loOOvvve for you to come to a game” said Phil lookin at me and lookin at Sid which caused Sid to blush more

“Yeah well once I get settled in out there I’ll be more than happy too!”

“Eww you better not cheer for them” Ty said in a playful but serious tone

“Hate to break it to you Ty but I am the law now hahhaha”

“Fuckkk you haha” “Well guys it was great playin against you but Im really tired and Im out aha”

“Same here, we’re out early tomorrow” said Phil

As the guys left they all gave me a hug, Geno told me to call him Geno, and Sid’s hug was awkward

As I finally went home I had a lot on my mind but couldn’t wait to knock out...it all started in Dallas

#chapter 1 #chp 1 #sidney crosby #crosby #SC87Confessions

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rurounidrift · 7 years

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June 28 Blurr’s HOrror Stream - Life

A Hot Rod showed up. Drift fell all over himself.

Apparently he’s tired of the type of movie endings this one has, because he ranted a bit about it.

Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. The chat room has been cleared by the moderator. B l u r r: [[ fair warning, comcast is sucking asss today, so i may possibly lose the stream )) B l u r r: [[ im not even showing anythingand it's dropping frames ]] Hot Rod: ( iM HERE ) B l u r r: ( A SMOL! ) B l u r r: / skids in on fast pedes and vents. Hiss steam from pauldrons. He is here! / Soundwave: *Rumble stumbles in after him, slightly off-balance.* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Somebody catch th' plate on that fragger?// Hot Rod: *so conFUSED as he comes in* B l u r r: / snickers and flicks claws in his direction / B l u r r: Hnn? /a new face. He doesn't recognize it / Hot Rod: *squinty-eyed look at the others* "...Bonjour...?" Sunstreaker: -and he's here in place of Blaster tonight- B l u r r: ... /sharp tooth grin/ Bonjour. K-Kyeheheh. Hot Rod: *nervousness intensifies, as he plants his servos on his hips* "Alright, merci beaucoup, strange one." B l u r r: Blurr. /motions around with claws/ This is my ship. Sunstreaker: -glances around at the crowd. Only recognizes a few. Gets ready for a long night of not knowing what is going on- Hot Rod: *nods and looks around* It's a very... /nice/ ship. B l u r r: How sweet... B l u r r: You haven't even seen the best part of it yet. B l u r r: But, that's off limits for now. Hot Rod: "It's /quite/ alright. Im content on standing RIGHT HERE.." Bevel: *trundles in* B l u r r: Kyeheheh, if you want to. Whirl: *slinks in and makes his way for his hammock* Sunstreaker: -snorts, and goes to sit, somewhere out of the way- B l u r r: Snacks are set up. We just got new supplies, so they're all fresh. B l u r r: So, feel free to pick and choose. /vents/ Or what have you. Drift: *look who finally showed up!* B l u r r: / wiggles claws at / Drift: ((which continuity hot rod is here? 0v0)) Whirl: *sticks out the legy to rock his hammock* Anything liquid? And strong enough to strip the paint off ya? B l u r r: (( hes tyran, i think )) B l u r r: (( he new friend! )) B l u r r: Yes, we made liquid treats this time. Bevel: *waves to Blurr as she gets some of said liquid treats* B l u r r: / waves at Bevel / Drift: *wiggles fingers at blurr, and flops next to* B l u r r: / smirks at / B l u r r: D: where hot rod go? I was excite to see! )) Bevel: *now to find someplace to sit* Hot Rod: ( omg sorry IM HERE ) Whirl: And the "strong enough to strip your paint" bit? B l u r r: ( yay! ) B l u r r: ... Hell, I don't know. I have a different flavor pallette. B l u r r: But, I know one of them smells extremely sweet. Whirl: Hmm. *hauls himself up and stalks over to inspect them* Hot Rod: *claps his servos together* alright, i need names. Who are you all??? Bevel: *looks up from the drink she's grabbed* My name is Bevel. B l u r r: You already know me. /eyeing him/ And I think I know you. Hot Rod: ( eyes him back ) "Monsieur, I do not think you do." B l u r r: No, but... I could know you real fast. /licks sharp denta/ You look like you taste good. Whirl: *holds a glass under his helm, huffing in the scent* I... am Ultra Magnus. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble squawks. That's HIS joke!* Drift: I'm Drift. *nods at Whirl* Ultra Magnus over here is my second-in-command. Hot Rod: ( FROWNS ) "You touch me, I'm punching you, mon ami. I suggest you do not." Sunstreaker: Sunstreaker. B l u r r: K-KYAHAHAHA!! /kicks pedes. He's wheezing. He's joking/ Whirl: *you snooze you lose, pipsqueak* Drift: S'okay, Blurr doesn't eat guests unless they're causing trouble. Sunstreaker: -and just going to sigh at the joke. Really?- Bevel: *laughs* Hot Rod: ( nods at everyone else, offering a charming smile ) "Bonjour, quite a pleasure to meet you all. && I do not think you are Ultra Magnus?" Whirl: *sets the glass down, having apparently decided not to drink it* And why would that be? Hot Rod: "It eez... a gut feeling." B l u r r: / nudges Drift and snickers / He thought I was gonna actually eat him. Drift: Oh, that's just because he's not in his suit. Bulks him up a lot. Whirl: Well, you're wrong. As you can see, my fellows will vouch for me. Whirl: *retreats to his hammock* Sunstreaker: -No he won't- Hot Rod: "Alright, I stand by my beliefs." ( huffs ) "I have no idea who you are and I literally just came here. Can you blame me?" Bevel: *realized she clearly missed a chance to say she was Shockwave or Astrotrain or something* Whirl: Yes? I can? Whirl: You don't know a damn thing about me or where I come from. Why would I LIE? B l u r r: Stop picking on him, guys. What if I get in troubl-... / trails off/ Ah... Optimus Prime of Tyran breaking in to kill me. B l u r r: /SIIIIIGH / Whirl: He might very well step on you. Whirl: Slowly. B l u r r: He might... Hot Rod: ( confused french noises ) Hot Rod: ( perks up ) Hot Rod: "Man, Optimus is like my sire. He's rather cool!" ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave trudges in and looks over at Whirl.* B l u r r: ... you know him closely , then? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Ultra Magnus, Blurr, Bevel, Drift. Greetings.]] B l u r r: / waves at Soundwave / Whirl: *it's a good thing he's so dam good at poker faces* Soundwave. *nods gravely* Sunstreaker: ((SNEK! Primus-mun says hi ItsyBitsySpyers: *Parks himself on his seat.* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((hi!)) Whirl: ((YOOO)) Hot Rod: "Kinda close?" Hot Rod: "I'm pretty sure that even if we weren't close, he would still step on you." B l u r r: .... That's fantastic. B l u r r: Come sit with me and Drift. Sunstreaker: ((she's not having a good day, like at all B l u r r: (( hi Primus - mun! )) Drift: ((hullooo!)) Whirl: Yo. Pipsqueak. *clicks his vocalizer*

Missed a little. Hot Rod gave his name and Drift immediately, enthusiastically, and repeatedly welcomed him to their couch. Blurr called him out on it.

Drift: *swats at blurr* Life's too short for subtlety. I'm NOT scaring him away, I'm welcoming him. This is his first night here, right? It's polite. Hot Rod: [ looks very awkward and squints ] That would be a stupid law. B l u r r: / rolls optic/ Great, now you're gonna spend the whole time with him. /joking / Hot Rod: [ THEN looks at the other and hesitantly slides over ] "Zhen it would alright if I sit here?" B l u r r: Sure, I won't bite you. B l u r r: I'm under strict orders not to hurt your... kind. Drift: Yeah, absolutely! 0v0 Drift: *pokes blurr* Hey. I can spend time with BOTH of you, you know. B l u r r: Now where have I heard THAT before? Hot Rod: [ curious look ] You can't hurt MY kind? I do not understand? B l u r r: ...We're different. But, I know hurting you might back fire on me. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble manages to hoist himself up the leg, also with great dignity, and settles in.* B l u r r: [[ oh, does anyone need captions? I can turn it off. ]] Bevel: [[i do please B l u r r: [[ okie we leave them on! ]] Hot Rod: [ sits all prim and proper, jesus, rELAX HOT ROD ] "Hurting bots in general would backfire, irregardless." Whirl: *counter-settles and, content that his Clever Ruse is well underway, looks to the screen. And, staring fixedly at the screen, he veeery subtly nudges Rumble* Whirl: @R: Thanks, by the way. B l u r r: / rolls optic/ Oh, relax, Hot Rod. You're fine. I'm not gonna bite. B l u r r: Besides, Drift here would have a panic attack if I tried /snort/ ItsyBitsySpyers: @W: //Huh? What for? I mean, like, yer welcome 'n all, but I dunno why.// Drift: He's right. I'd panic, and then I'd attack. Whirl: @R: Basically all of Monday. Sunstreaker: -Can they not? Sunstreaker is off-duty now- Sunstreaker: -He'd like to remain off-duty- Hot Rod: ( HUFFS ) "I can handle myself in a fight. I am no damsel in distress." B l u r r: / snerk / Drift: Oh no no, of course not! B l u r r: Anyway, baguette, you're perfectly safe on my ship. So long as you don't cause damage. Whirl: *SNK* Whirl: *he approves of the nickname* ItsyBitsySpyers: @W: //Oh. Oh, yeah! No problem, mech. Got your back, swear.// Drift: ... "baguette"? B l u r r: It's a french thing. Hot Rod: ( HISSES LOUDLY ) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave eyes the new mech curiously* Whirl: *nudges again, in silent acknowledgement* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Just listening to that. And Rumble nudges back.* B l u r r: K-Kyeheheheh. Drift: *he /hisses/. wow.* Hot Rod: "Baguette is a STUPID nickname." Hot Rod: *he can make many other noises* Sunstreaker: -settles to watch humans being stupid on screen- B l u r r: Oh, is it? Well, I suppose I could come up with something later. B l u r r: [[ also, btw, some gore shyte is comin' up ]] Drift: I'll just call you Hot Rod. 0u0 Hot Rod: "It eez Hot Rod && ONLY HOT ROD" Hot Rod: "Merci beaucoup!" B l u r r: Aut ' 'Od? B l u r r: / smirking more / Whirl: *squints* what is it, like, an amoeba? Whirl: A very tiny barnacle...? Drift: *paps blurr's head* Don't make fun of him. B l u r r: / scoffs/ Sunstreaker: ...... Hot Rod: "HOT. ROD. You imbecile!" B l u r r: I'm just playing with hi- ItsyBitsySpyers: //Looks kinda like a... whatcha call it. Lich. Lichen... Leech!// B l u r r: .... /optic flare / Whirl: A leech. *blank stare. Pertraxia flashbacks* B l u r r: / engine growl / I am NOT an imbecile. Whirl: Not sure it's a leech... but it IS leech-like. Whirl: *he can understand the one scientist's pride. Who wouldn't love a horrid little blob baby.* Hot Rod: ( tips his helm up ) "Then call me by my proper designation." ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Heh. Node.]] B l u r r: That's what it SOUNDED like to me. B l u r r: Though, I admit. It's nice to meet an Autobot with some taste. Drift: ... How about both of you be nice to each other. Whirl: ExCUSE you. Whirl: I'M an Autobot and I have EXCELLENT taste. B l u r r: I meant from Tyran, you bolt. B l u r r: Aside from Roadbuster, I haven't met a mech who wanted to take control of an accent. B l u r r: I was COMPLIMENTING him. Hot Rod: ( clears throat and pronounces slowly ) "Hot. Rod. And of course, I know that I have excellent tastes." Hot Rod: ( ok you made him happy because his lil dorrwings are fluttering ) Bevel: Is Calvin gonna eat everyone? *knows what kinda movies Blurr shows by now* B l u r r: / smirks/ Hot Rod it is. Whirl: I hope it gorws into some kind of monster. I mean. That's what I EXPECT, of course. Hot Rod: ( pleased purr and settles to watch the movie ) B l u r r: I hope it's a monster. I love monsters. Bevel: *giggles* Whirl: *side-eyes Hot Rod; interesting noise. After a moment, he mimics the purr* Drift: I like the accent! *belatedly and uselessly* Whirl: *not quite purrfectly but very close* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Hey! Hey! We got accents. Just they don't sound like that one.// Jazz: *drops down from the ceiling and drapes over Soundwave's couch* BUDDY! Hot Rod: ( embarrassed smile now ) "Merci beaucoup, Drift." ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave is up off that couch, turned around, and waving wary feelers in a FLASH.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Primus.]] Jazz: *grins* Did I scare yah? Drift: *he got a smile!! smiles back brilliantly* Hot Rod: ( laughs at Whirl trying to mimic him. Does a little purring noise again ) Whirl: *mimics again--it's much better this time* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You nearly lost your helm.]] Jazz: Whoa... new mech! ItsyBitsySpyers: *Pauses his irritation to look at the screen. Neural network?* Jazz: *looks at soundwave* Awww, you sound like you'd be sorry if I did. Whirl: Aww, look at it! Already growing. Most likely into something bloodthirsty. <3 B l u r r: Hopefully. Crosscut: Hello? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Yes, well. He does have an oath to keep. He would be loathe to break it.]] Crosscut: -enters- Jazz: *shrugs and struts across the room for some snacks* Sunstreaker: -Yep, crowd watching is more intersting right now- Whirl: *quick glance to Crosscut, but is not obvious about it* Jazz: Well, the all spark an' I thank yah, Sounders. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yo!// Wave to Crosscut. He tries to make it not look as excited as it is. //Ain't seen you in a long time. How ya doin'?// ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You should.]] Whirl: *Look at the thing!* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Sits himself down and watches the creature with interest, now that Jazz is moved* Crosscut: Why helllo, I suppose it has been some time hasn't it? Whirl: *zoops towards the screen* B l u r r: [[ lmao poor whirl. ]] Whirl: ((IT'S CUTE THO)) B l u r r: [[ good luck. ]] B l u r r: [ DONT BLAME ME ]] Whirl: ((BY HIS STANDARDS)) Crosscut: I'm well, busy but well. Hot Rod: "Ewwwww... it's WIGGLING" Whirl: It's precious. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...How is it progressing so quickly...?]] ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yeah? Whatcha been up to?// Hot Rod: ( covers his face ) Crosscut: -is there room to sit by the tiny writer?- Whirl: *he's in the Hammock, but Whirl nudges him--if he wants to go to CC, he can* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Tiny writer is by Whirl, so that depends on Whirl* B l u r r: .. Are you scared of it? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Oh! He's being nudged. Well, he'll scamper over, then.* Jazz: *flashes visor and waves at the peeps he knows * Hot Rod: "It's gross and yes, its kinda scary" Whirl: *glances after him, looking briefly very satisfied with himself* B l u r r: K-Kyeheheh. Don't worry, it's just a movie. B l u r r: For now. Hot Rod: "But not as scary as the dinobots." Whirl: *JUST AS KEIKAKU* B l u r r: ... /makes a face/ Dinobots are... rather intimidating. Crosscut: -takes a seat- Well, looking into moving preperations mostly. Hot Rod: "If you saw MY dinobots, you would be terrified. The first time I saw them, i fainted" ItsyBitsySpyers: *Bounces up onto the seat just enough nearby to be friendly without going full fanboy.* B l u r r: I HAVE seen your dinobots. B l u r r: I don't want to see them ever again ItsyBitsySpyers: //Movin'? You leavin' the ship?// Hot Rod: "And when I woke up, i was in their nest for a few days." Crosscut: -Pfft, no mini bots in lap- Drift: Saw them. Watched a documentary. Crosscut: Yes, planning on it. B l u r r: /nudges thumb at Jazz/ He's more accustomed to them, honestly. Jazz: *sipping cube* they're snugglers. Whirl: The little tyke got loose. Sunstreaker: -wow, alarms from the lab. Surprise.- Hot Rod: *nods slightly* Hot Rod: "They like to... cuddle a lot." Hot Rod: "Normally im up for it, but its real scary" Jazz: Aw, they're just lonely sometimes. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Where ya gonna go? You gonna go politics again?// Jazz: *flashes visor* Jazz: I don't know you, do I? You're new. *grins* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[The Tyran Dinobots, snuggling?]] Crosscut: Just Cybertron. Hot Rod: ( thinks back to all the times he's been chased ) Crosscut: What? Oh no no, no politics anymore. B l u r r: / nudges Drift / Hey. Maybe he can get Optimus to kill me and you can go celebrate with him. Hot Rod: "I don't... think I've met you either?" Drift: Shut up. Optimus can maim you, but killing is off-limits. Jazz: Probably not. Been gone for a while. *holds out claw* Name's Jazz. First Lieutenant, mech. B l u r r: Okay, but that doesn't mean you can't hang out with him. /pokes Drift's helm/ Crosscut: I have enough savings, I'm going to focus on my writing mostly, or that's the plan at least. B l u r r: You giant flirt. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Crosscut's gonna write again?* Hot Rod: ( takes his hands and shakes it ) Hot Rod, soldier and World War 2 veteran. Pleasure to met you Jazz: *grins and magnets to his servo. Shake shake* Sunstreaker: -watching screen again. What are the humans doing this time?- ItsyBitsySpyers: //Awesome. Got enough politics mechs around.// Sunstreaker: ... Sunstreaker: ............ Drift: Oh, you've been on Earth that long? Hot Rod: ( confused looks to their servos ) Hot Rod: ( goodness, are they sTUCK ) Hot Rod: ( nods happily ) "Oui! I have been there for that long." Whirl: *recoils a bit. mmmmmm* Drift: *... he's going to lose a hand* Whirl: *VERY QUICKLY LOOKS AT HIS HAMMOCK* Sunstreaker: -well slag- ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble pings Whirl.* Drift: *distraction time* Hey! Whirl! Hot Rod: "whats happening" Jazz: *shake shake and releases servo* Sunstreaker: -That's not good- Jazz: I don't remember you... but you feel familiar. Hot Rod: ( tERRIFIED SQUEAKING ) Drift: Whirl, have you put more thought into the whole—ship—thing? The little ship. B l u r r: / uh. Awkward. Uhm. Pats Hot Rod's uh... arm...? / Drift: *was drift too late* Whirl: *antenna twitches; he's still looking down* Sunstreaker: -stares and doesn't like where this is going- Sunstreaker: And it is out Crosscut: -watching the film- Drift: *was clearly too late* Crosscut: ((NO! Not that cute fat boy!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: //...Is it gonna go Alien on it?//

Missed some, idk how much. Crosscut got scurred.

ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble nudges Crosscut.* ItsyBitsySpyers: //You holdin' up, mech?// Crosscut: W-what? Oh..no, I mena yes. Crosscut: I'm fine.. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Note to self. Crosscut probably isn't ever going to write scary stories.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[They should never have shocked it.]] Crosscut: -He's fine with scary stuff! just not...parasites or things similar to it.- Drift: ... Listen, Whirl. I know that you're... Sunstreaker: That was...a very bad idea Drift: *mm. no. don't say that.* You can stay on the Lost Light, if you want. It's just...it's not a ship anymore—it's more like an apartment complex. Drift: Nobody HAS to leave. Whirl: And stay there. On Cybertron. Hot Rod: ok, this isnt that scary anymore B l u r r: [[ so i missed all of that 8') ]] Drift: ... I take it that's a no. B l u r r: [[ had to be the convenient "yell at speedy" time ]] Whirl: With Starscream, and the NAILs. *his voice is getting flatter and flatter; when Whirl's not actively trying to emote, his voice sounds very dronelike* Whirl: No. Whirl: It's definitely a no. Drift: *nods* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Humans really gotta stop goin' to space.// Crosscut: ((My sassy sassy rat, so big and cute and fat~)) ItsyBitsySpyers: //They don't do nothin' but get killed.// Crosscut: Hah ha. Bevel: [[this is too much for me, i'm gonna step out, night everyone Drift: ((gnight)) Sunstreaker: ((g'night! B l u r r: Humans should stay away from space in general. Sunstreaker: .........so, two down already? Whirl: ((gnight!)) Hot Rod: "Humans are so cute, i love them" Hot Rod: ( night! hope you feel better soon, sweetpea~ <3 ) Crosscut: Who si that actor? Crosscut: He's so familar.. B l u r r: Humans disgust me... but I digress ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Which one?]] Jazz: I used to like 'em... *huffs* Now I'm just picky. Crosscut: I enjoy them. Hot Rod: ( excited look ) "I especially like the French people!" Jazz: Yo, French people are great. Jazz: They got the best style! Crosscut: They value entertainment more than most planets, they're very creative....It may hold them back quite a bit but they're very rich in culture. Whirl: *glances over, briefly* How d'you feel about French cinema? Crosscut: I quite enoy it, one of the first Earth languages I learned actually. Crosscut: *enjoy Whirl: ...well, I was talking to Hot Rod, but no reason not to poll the room. Crosscut: (omg im sorry i can't type tonight, i am juggling a rat in my hands- Crosscut: __ Crosscut: )) Whirl: ((A GOOD RAT)) Crosscut: ((He is good)) Drift: ((you notice how they kinda sway/bob back and forth while they're talking, since they're floating and all?)) Hot Rod: "I really do like French Cinema, especially their animations! They are very good." Drift: ((imagine the actors standing on solid ground and slowly leaning back and forth to pretend they're floating)) Crosscut: ((cut)) Crosscut: *cute Sunstreaker: ((hah! Jazz: (( pffft)) Whirl: If you've not checked out Jean-Luc Godar's work, you should. Whirl: ...y'know, it's been a while since we had Cukture Club. Whirl: *Culture ItsyBitsySpyers: //Lil while, yeah.// Whirl: .....*Godard ((GDI)) Drift: Whose turn is it? Whirl: Prowl's, I think. B l u r r: What is a culture club? Hot Rod: "Oh! Thank you, ill keep that in mind!" B l u r r: Humans are so hard to restart. Crosscut: ((-imaging all the typos tonight as drunken slurring- )) Drift: /Ugh/. Whirl: It's a thing I host every now and then. We all pick movies, and watch them. Whirl: You're welcome to come, as always. B l u r r: ... Ah. B l u r r: / frowns/ Cultural things? Whirl: Though I... guess I don't. Know where we're gonna do 'em, now. B l u r r: I'm afraid I've been stunted on culture thanks to the Decepticons. B l u r r: ... It's beautiful. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Stop attacking it.]] Whirl: Precious! ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It reminds him a little of octopuses.]] B l u r r: It's smart... very smart. B l u r r: It's learning... /smirks/ Crosscut: That's terrifying. B l u r r: I want one. Sunstreaker: Humans have a...very /very/ active imagnation ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Fascinating.]] Whirl: Strong little guy. B l u r r: ... Oh, you're an idiot. B l u r r: That's not how you survive. Crosscut: No, stay in there. B l u r r: well, if they didn't attack it, it wouldn't be defending itself. B l u r r: It saw them as the enemy the instant one of them attacked it B l u r r: so, if one is hurting it, to Calvin, they all will. Drift: I think hating somethinig that just killed three of your friends is pretty rational, actually. B l u r r: Hating something is easy. Whirl: I mean, if it were me, I'd try and find a way to kill it regardless of whose fault it was. Sunstreaker: -watching in mild fascination again- B l u r r: Survival calls for killing it, yes. Hot Rod: "Oh gosh, this is-- an oh gosh moment" Hot Rod: OH MON DIEU Hot Rod: MERDEEEE Drift: *looks at Hot Rod* You all right? B l u r r: He's having a moment. Hot Rod: "I would say oui, but non Sunstreaker: Yikes Hot Rod: I am not ok B l u r r: It's just a movie. It won't hurt you. B l u r r: They don't have escape pods? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[And if it got in one with them?]] Jazz: ... Yah blow up the one it's in. Jazz: Or yah push it out into space. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[With what?]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Motions to the screen.* Jazz: Shouldn't escape pods have navigation? Jazz: I mean, ours did. Sorta. Sunstreaker: ........ B l u r r: It's eating the other crew, too? Whirl: Looks like it. B l u r r: Well It's hungry. B l u r r: Well, he had a newborn. By horror logic, he was slated to die. Hot Rod: "oh no, sho.i loved u" Sunstreaker: I...have no more words left for this movie Whirl: Look at the little guy crawling. Whirl: ...well, that looks bad. ItsyBitsySpyers: //New rule: take swords to space.// B l u r r: If they're worried about their planet... B l u r r: why don't they just use what they can to get themselves further from Earth? B l u r r: Instead of struggling to go back Whirl: Best to keep a sword on you at all times. Just in case. Drift: They don't HAVE anything to get themselves further from Earth. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Where's yours?// Sunstreaker: Because they are being idiotic Drift: They're out of fuel, the little mini-rocket thing broke off... They're out of stuff. B l u r r: But they're still struggling to find a way back. Whirl: *shifts a bit, flopping back on the hammock, and whips his sword out of subspace. He points it straight up at the ceiling* Drift: Were they? I thought they were just kinda, being resigned here to not going back. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Holy frag. I didn't think ya actually had one.// B l u r r: Maybe. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Boss. Boss, I want a sword.// ItsyBitsySpyers: [[We will ask Bevel.]] Crosscut: Goodness, whirl put that away. Whirl: Yep. *still holding it aloft* Picked it up on the batle for Luna-1. B l u r r: .I have swords built into my frame. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yeah?// Whirl: Dunno who you're talking to, Crosscut. I'm Ultra Magnus. B l u r r: Yep. Crosscut: BT B l u r r: / snort / B l u r r: / He's finding this character slightly endearing / Whirl: *he feels you, pilot guy* Jazz: *sad face* Whirl: *at last, puts his sword away, but doesn't un-flop* Crosscut: ((I know it's the end but I'm falling asleep)) Whirl: ((if you're headin out, GNIGHT MY DUDE)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((gently blankets you)) B l u r r: /nudges Drift / Drift: Hm? Drift: ... Isn't HER turning on the candle gonna mess up the plan? B l u r r: I would lure some alien creature away for you. Crosscut: ((I'm gonna try to stick it out.)) Sunstreaker: ((g'night! Sunstreaker: ((or not Whirl: ((HANG IN THERE)) Drift: Aww. I'd lure one away for you. Drift: ... But we should fight it together. B l u r r: But if it came down to saving your planet, I'd rather lure it away. Drift: Don't need to lure it if we kick its aft together. B l u r r: Mm true. Whirl: ((its loving embrace)) Drift: ... Where's she going? She's going to mess up the plan. B l u r r: oh she's in it. Crosscut: -nodding off, starting to tilt over to the side- Drift: *scoots to edge of seat.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave stretches a feeler out and tips Crosscut upright* Drift: ... I swear, if they decide to pull some "it falls to Earth and the last thing we see is it surviving and heading to civilization" slag... Whirl: *is presently a limp pile of elbows on his hammock, with a head zooping lazily out* B l u r r: What do you expect?Humans can only think so far. Drift: That's got nothing to do with humans. That's gonna be on the movie makers. Crosscut: -is pushed back up into a sitting position, but optics still dim- Drift: If the movie makers decide do that, I'll be torqued. B l u r r: ... Drift, those are humans. Drift: ... I thought you were talking about the characters. B l u r r: No, I meant the people who make the movies. Sunstreaker: And here comes the mess Whirl: At least it's happening for a reason--Calvin's doing it. Drift: Oh. Then no, I'm not talking about their ability to think so far, either. I'm talking about their decision to have a HAPPY ENDING. B l u r r: Happy endings don't exist. Whirl: *mmm TIME TO LOOK AWAY AGAIN PERHAPS* Drift: And a happy ending is an ending that doesn't finish with humans being endangered. Drift: They do in movies. B l u r r: Then it's more realistic for it not to end happily. Drift: I don't want a realistic ending. I want a happy ending where they save their planet. B l u r r: ... /shrugs / B l u r r: It's so CUTE. Whirl: *peeks back* Crosscut: ((smooch)) B l u r r: Maybe I'm just cynical. /completely is / Drift: ... Yeah, I think they made it to deep space. We're good. Crosscut: -flops forward, laying over own lap- Sunstreaker: -sits back to watch- ItsyBitsySpyers: *Tips up again and taps with feeler claws.* B l u r r: / flexes claws/ I'm not even allowed back on my planet. So maybe my attachment is a little strained. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yo. Yo, you're missin' the end, mech.// Crosscut: Wha-...huh? Crosscut: Oh! Oh i'm -yawns- sorry. Drift: ... Yeah, fair. ItsyBitsySpyers: //'S cool.// Drift: ((it froze, what's happening???)) Sunstreaker: .............. B l u r r: [[ oh, she mcfuckled and went into deep space. ]] Crosscut: ((It froze what happened? B l u r r: he brought calvin to earth ]] Crosscut: I'm gonna guess his ship landed and hers got flipped into space? Drift: DAMMIT! Sunstreaker: There goes Earth B l u r r: [[ she tried to pilot ]] B l u r r: [[ and fuckked it up ]] B l u r r: [ SO THATS HER FAULT TBH ] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((the hit to the solar panel *** up her system and piloting so she went into deep space)) Whirl: Interesting, that Calvin kept him alive. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((and calvin stopped him finishing the manual override)) B l u r r: For a reason, I'm sure. Drift: I asked for ONE THING! B l u r r: It's a movie. Whirl: *blinks, and then gives a little snort* Whirl: Spirit in the Sky, eh? ItsyBitsySpyers: //Well, he's smart, ain't he?// B l u r r: / shrugs/ Besides, Earth is a disgusting planet. Crosscut: That was, well...a rather predictable ending. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Horror films often have them.]] Crosscut: This is true. B l u r r: I have no idea why anyone is surprised. Crosscut: Do like this song though. Sunstreaker: You mean there are other endings besides 'everyone dies?' Drift: Yeah, there's sometimes "the enemy is defeated and a single female survives." Crosscut: -rubs helm- Sorry for dozzing like that. B l u r r: Well. Sunstreaker: -snorts- Close enough B l u r r: I like that the monster didn't die. Crosscut: I'm more tired than I though I guess. Drift: No! It's different! Because this ending is an apocalypse. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Hey, you oughta recharge.// Jazz: Earth IS an apocalypse... Jazz: in most situations. Drift: I'm sick of implied apocalypses. I /lived/ through one. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Then perhaps you should watch happier movies.]] Drift: Multiple! Multiple apocalypses! Crosscut: Yes, I suppose I should. Sunstreaker: Mech, most of us here have Crosscut: I will. I'm going. -stands on tired, stumbly legs- B l u r r: Horror movies are horror for a reason. The outcome isn't a success. most of the time. B l u r r: That's the "horror" Drift: I know! Why aren't more of you annoyed that it's gotta end with an implied apocalypse? ItsyBitsySpyers: //Don't fall asleep drivin' or - however ya move. Seeya, mech.// Whirl: C'mon, Drift, surely we could go through a few more apocalypses before we're done. Sunstreaker: Because it is /fiction/ B l u r r: / looks at Drift / My Master /wanted/ an apocalypse. Drift: No, the horror is the stuff that happens DURING the movie. I want it—I'd like it all wrapped up and OKAY again at the end. Drift: Yeah but that doesn't count, because I'd be rooting for you guys. Sunstreaker: We just watched a horror movie ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble bounces back to the hammock, thrilled that he spent most of the movie with a secret idol, and attempts to scramble in* B l u r r: I would be angry if they killed the monster. B l u r r: It was defensive the entire movie. Crosscut: Goodnight. Jazz: I dunno... I'm kinda leanin' on Drift's side. I mean, if it's fiction, then I guess a better endin' would make more sense. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Night!// Crosscut: -waves before turning to take his leave- It was nice seeing you again, Rumble. A shame we don't get to do so more often. Drift: I /just/—I want more movie endings that don't imply that humanity is going to go extinct. Sunstreaker: Yes, a happier end would have been nice Whirl: *un-flops and shifts to make room* Jazz: Humans sure don't give two scraps about any other species goin' extinct... Sunstreaker: But apparently the writers thought differently Jazz: *scratches helm* But, I don't wanna see their race run out, either. Drift: Oh NOW you're agreeing that a happier ending would have been nice? After snarking at me for the past five minutes? Drift: I'd just—I'd like a FEW more that are terrifying for two hours, and then after the two hours the humans are, presumably, going to be okay. Not ALL humans. The main cast can die, I don't care. Drift: But humanity, in general. Sunstreaker: You are taking a work of fiction too seriously Drift: Shut up. Let me have my damn opinion. Whirl: *nudges Rumble* You should ring him up sometime. He's not a hard mech to get a hold of. Sunstreaker: You have your opinion, I have mine Sunstreaker: And if I have to respect yours, then kindly /do the same/ Drift: Yeah, and I didn't ask you what you think of mine. B l u r r: Ohfor pit sake... B l u r r: / rubbing temples / You liked the ending. You hated it. There. B l u r r: We're done Drift: I never said you can't have my opinion. I'm just sitting over here talking about mine while you're— Drift: one—implying that there ARE no other endings—two—implying I'm an idiot for having an opinion based on living through apocalypses because oh wow, so have other people— Sunstreaker: You got upset over the fact that not everyone in the room shared yours ItsyBitsySpyers: //No fraggin' way.// Nudges back, following with a private comm because everyone doesn't need to know his fanboying. B l u r r: / scrubs claws over faceplate / Drift: —three—implying I'm an idiot for having an opinion over FICTION—and four—acting like having a damn opinion is "taking things too seriously." ItsyBitsySpyers: @W: //What'm I gonna do, ask him to sign a datapad? C'mon. Probably looked dumb runnin' over there anyway.// Whirl: *prudently also switches over* R: He's not standoffish. You can just TALK. Drift: No, I got upset at your fragging attitude. A care a lot less about the movie now than I do about you apparently having a problem with the fact that I was annoyed over it. Drift: So shut up. You're not cool for acting apathetic about the end of a movie. B l u r r: / twitches finials/ ItsyBitsySpyers: @W: //But I -don't- talk. Not, like. Not where all everybody sees. I'm gonna go to the rebuildin' site. They hear I'm talkin' to old senators 'n writers 'n I'm gonna get a girder to the faceplates.// Drift: *huffs. turns back to blurr.* Anyway. B l u r r: Mm? B l u r r: / now velocity wants to argue. / Drift: Sad 'bout the humans, but at least the monster DID live. So that's a plus. Sunstreaker: -sorry, he zoned out for a moment, he had to answer a call- B l u r r: I liked the monster. Sunstreaker: ((because mun wandered off, my bad Drift: ... I mean /I'm/ sad 'bout the humans. I know you aren't. S'fine. Whirl: @R: So, kick their as s. B l u r r: I just... have a hard time. B l u r r: Finding sympathy for them. Whirl: @R: Since when do THEY get to tell you what you can and can't do? *snorts* Drift: Yeah, I know. That's okay. Drift: My experiences with Earth were... nice. The only bad parts were the parts caused by Decepticons. B l u r r: .. /huffs/ Drift: Your experiences... weren't good. I don't blame you for not caring about them. B l u r r: I care about a few, I guess. B l u r r: But it's not because of me. B l u r r: It's because of someone else. Sunstreaker: -stands up, shaking his helm- Thank you for the movie, but I just got called into the med-bay Sunstreaker: Good night. Drift: Yeah? The ones you know now? B l u r r: Mm... B l u r r: / vents and sinks down/ And I went out the other night with Rodimus, against better judgment. B l u r r: / scratches helm/ Stupid idea. My bounty on Cybertron is incredibly high- higher than Magnus. Drift: ... Well, YOU'RE not dead. So is he? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble makes frustrated motions with his hands. How does he put this without looking weak?* B l u r r: No. Drift: Damn. B l u r r: / looks at the ceiling/ We drank for a while. /flickers optic/ He said he was sorry. Drift: You're still alive though. That's good. Drift: HA! B l u r r: But, I don't believe he's sorry for everything. Drift: Why, what's he want? B l u r r: He just.. wanted to talk. B l u r r: It felt weird. Drift: No no, I mean what's he REALLY want? B l u r r: I don't know. B l u r r: I drank too much. My processor glitched out and I shut down. B l u r r: I'm not supposed to ... Drift: Pfeh. Drift: ... Blurr, why in the world did you let him talk you into drinking? Drift: He was probably trying to fry your processor and kill you. B l u r r: Maybe. ItsyBitsySpyers: @W: //I ain't afraid of kickin' aft. But listen, I'm five times smaller'n you 'n don't nobody respect minicons right. I probably already gotta fight like 20 mechs jus' so won't nobody try nothin'.-- ItsyBitsySpyers: The frag I wanna make it 40 for?// ItsyBitsySpyers: *Hi, he doesn't have very good opinions of most huge bots.* B l u r r: He didn't seem like he was trying. B l u r r: Even so... he erased my bounty. Drift: That's /acting/, Blurr. Drift: ... He definitely wants something out of you, then. He wants you to do something. B l u r r: I have nothing I can do. Drift: If he asks you for ANYTHING in the future, don't agree until you know EXACTLY what he's going to get out of it—including the stuff he isn't telling you. B l u r r: I won't be doing him favors. Drift: Like slag. You have a pirate crew. He could try to manipulate you into attacking his enemies for him. B l u r r: My slate is full right now. B l u r r: Speaking of which. I need you to do me a favor soon. Drift: Like—what if he said "hey, this planet has a treasure I've heard, here's a map as an apology for what a slagger I've been," and really the planet is just one of his enemies. Drift: Oh—yeah? What? B l u r r: Hnh... I can just steal the treasure and leave the planet. Drift: There's no treasure. It's a lie he told you to get you to attack it. B l u r r: In a few weeks, I need you to at least come onto The Emperor once every few days to check on the crew. Whirl: *tilts his head, considering; he can sort of see this position, though not in the exact way Rumble does. He has, after all, dealt with people trying to stop him from doing what he wants* Drift: Yeah, sure. No problem. *he's been spending a lot more time over here anyway* Whirl: @R: If THAT'S the case... then see to it that they don't find out. I won't rat you out to 'em, if you talk here. B l u r r: Cool. Thanks. B l u r r: They're gonna need some watching. B l u r r: They tend to get roudy without me on the ship. Whirl: @R: And, luckily for you, you happen to know a spymaster. Drift: Yeah? Where are you going? B l u r r: As for the planet and treasure, well. I guess I would just bounce and not do anything- what? B l u r r: Oh. /shrugs shoulders/ Roadbuster needs help. B l u r r: Scrap's going sour in his universe. Drift: What's up? Need another warrior down there? ItsyBitsySpyers: @W: //...You better swear. Cause I ain't afraid of kickin -your- aft neither.// B l u r r: No. / said that way too fast/ B l u r r: I mean.. I can ask him. But I don't know if it's strictly Wrecker stuff or not. B l u r r: I bet he'd like you... Jazz: *flips over to sit next to Soundwave. Sliiides up next to* Whirl: *he's gonna swivel his helm to fix Rumble with his optic* @R: You think I WOULD? Drift: ... If you're sure. B l u r r: / vents/ It might be more dangerous than I think. B l u r r: I don't want to drag you down there. Drift: You think I can't handle danger? B l u r r: No, I know you can. B l u r r: It's not that I think you're incapable. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave casually lifts a hand and puts it on Jazz's head so he can't come any closer than he already is.* Jazz: *grins* 'Ey, did you hear that rumor about us? Jazz: * B) * Drift: *crooked, not-really-happy smile* It's not like I've got anybody at home waiting for me. I might as well be out watching your back. B l u r r: ... /shifts a little. Turns behind him and hisses/ Shut UP. B l u r r: / looks back at Drift/ I'll ask... Drift: Anyway. I'd like to meet Roadbuster. And whoever else you've got over there. B l u r r: Roadbuster. Topspin. B l u r r: Crosshairs is a useless fragger. Drift: Whatever Velocity just siad, it was a lie. B l u r r: Drift is all right... B l u r r: He's not as cool as you. Drift: Oh! The triplechanger me? B l u r r: Mmhm. B l u r r: You already know Jazz. Drift: Hey, I wanna meet my alternate. B l u r r: Well, I'll see if he wants to meet up sometime. ItsyBitsySpyers: @W: //...No. It's--// And there's the frustrated hands again. //Ex-Decepticon. Y'know how that scrap is sometimes.// B l u r r: The problem is... they just... /fiddling with claws / They're acting different. They used to be this ring. And I was a dot on the far left ItsyBitsySpyers: [[What rumor about us? And what do you mean, 'us'?]] B l u r r: But, when I come over, they just... open the ring. B l u r r: I don't know what they want from me. Jazz: Yah know. Somethin' about you likin' my claws. Drift: ... Maybe they want you to join the ring. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He does NOT like your claws. He HATES your claws.]] B l u r r: Impossible. Drift: ((SO ATTRACTIVE)) Jazz: I dunno, man. Jazz: They said you thought they were attractive. Drift: ((IT'S AS THOUGH THEY PULL HIM IN)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((LOOK YOU)) Drift: ((HE'S DRAWN TO THEM)) Whirl: *the top shutter of his optic comes down and he regards Rumble with wry amusement* @R: I'm sure I don't, actually. Drift: ((cmon now, i know that soundwave and jazz are very different, but you know what they say)) Drift: ((opposites attract)) B l u r r: [[ omfg ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i'm going to find you and pour chicken grease on everything you love)) Drift: ((gasp)) Drift: ((what if i say i love all my friends, including you)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble grunts.* @W: //I'm shuttin' up before I get my leg in my mouth too.// ItsyBitsySpyers: ((then i'll nibble a drumstick while i do it)) B l u r r: / vents / Anyway. I'll let you know as things come up. /pats Drift / B l u r r: Sometimes I don't come back for a while. Dart is used to those moments. Whirl: *snorts and nudges him* @R: You're good. No harm, no foul. But yeah. I won't blab. If you get obvious about it, I'll tell you. B l u r r: / Dart panicks / Whirl: @R: Got your back. *this choice of words is, ofc, intentional* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You are as attractive as a bucket of rust. He would not proposition you if you tied Autobot command's worst secrets to your frame and rested on a bed of silver.]] Drift: ((... undress him.)) Jazz: ... Whoa. *lifts claws* Bro, slow down. I got me a mech. Drift: ((then leave with his clothes.)) Jazz: You need to sloooow the frag down. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble is quiet for a second, then nudges back with a grin. Thanks.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Oh, for Pit's sake.]] Jazz: I just think it's funny some mech out there wants to see us together, ya know? Jazz: Gotta run that by m'space wife. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It's probably YOU trying to bother him.]] Jazz: Nah, it was NOT me. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Are you sure? You're the one constantly trying to hold his hand.]] B l u r r: / flops on Drift/ You wanna go explore this abandoned temple I found? Drift: DO I?? B l u r r: ... Do you? B l u r r: That's what I asked you. Jazz: 'Ey, you HELD it for as long as yah could, so that's on you, too. Drift: ... That was a yes. Hell yes. B l u r r: Ah... well. Good. Because our maps are indicating we're getting close. B l u r r: By the way. Skychaser misses you. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You magnetized yourself to him!]] Drift: Does it have treasure, or just the next step in the treasure? Drift: *brightens* Yeah? I haven't seen him in a while, we should hang out. Drift: Hey, how's he been liking space travel? Whirl: *he simple nods, and streeetches* All right. Up, you rust-bucket. Time for me to go. B l u r r: It has a treasure, it says. B l u r r: /twitches finials/ Oh, he's enjoying it... a lot more than I thought. B l u r r: He pilots the ship when I don't Drift: Heh. I'm not surprised. B l u r r: He's gotten a little more outspoken. ItsyBitsySpyers: //I'm scootin'. Seeya, Ultra Magnus. Have fun polishin' your hammer.// Snicker. Whirl: *SNRK* Whirl: *tosses Rumble a salute before he clambers out* Seeya, losers. ItsyBitsySpyers: *A nod from the other seat.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[We should be going.]] Soundwave looks at Jazz and pulls his hand away. [[-Without you,- whatever your rumors say.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble flips himself out of the hammock and jogs over to the Boss. Up on the arm he goes.* Jazz: *snickers and looks at Drift * He digs me, don't he? Drift: ... WHAT rumors? Whirl: *bobs his head at everyone else and trots off; it has been A Night* Whirl: *and not necessarily a great one* Jazz: So, this gray dude contacts me and says Sounders is sweet on me. Drift: Uh huh? Jazz: So I bring it up and now Sounders is all in denial. Jazz: All he's gotta do is says he digs me. I ain't gonna get mad. Hell, I'm a good lookin' mech. Drift: ... Okay, let's get something straight. Drift: If somebody said that about Soundwave, and it WASN'T true—he wouldn't ever even let the message get through. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[--WHAT.]] Drift: So he's definit— Oh, you're still here. Jazz: *LAUGHS* Drift: *gonna. bite his lips shut.* B l u r r: / snickering against Drift / ItsyBitsySpyers: *You're in trouble, Drift. He doesn't know what kind, yet. But you are.* Drift: *is it balanced out by the fact that he implied you're such a master of communications you can even control your own gossip* ItsyBitsySpyers: *...Somewhat. 10% of his ire chipped off.* Drift: Ssso I should probablyyy go check on my crew... B l u r r: ... Oh, right. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Yes. Unless you have any other incredibly unwise things to say in his presence.]] Jazz: Aw, come on, Sounders. Jazz: We're just kiddin' Drift: Ha ha... ha... That was a... it was... you know I don't really... ahhh... ItsyBitsySpyers: *Leeeeeans closer to Drift.* B l u r r: / HISSES / Drift: Gonna... just... *he's gonna try to figure out how best to get to theDISJDLFJS GOING FASTER heads to the door while taking the WIDEST route away from Soundwave* Drift: *if that includes climbing over couches, so be it* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Straightens up and watches Drift flee, pleased.* Drift: *he is out the door* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Turns to Blurr.* [[And you. Don't think he didn't hear you laughing.]] B l u r r: I laugh at everything. Drift: *and ducks his head back in* The war is over! You shouldn't be afraid of your feelings! B l u r r: You shouldn't be surprised. Drift: **** DASHES* ItsyBitsySpyers: *FEELER SHOOTS OUT AT DRIFT* Jazz: *LAUGHING HARDER* Drift: *TOP SPEED* ItsyBitsySpyers: [][][]One of these days, you're gonna die laughing.[][][] B l u r r: Probably. Drift: *IF HE DIES FOR THE CAUSE OF LOVE IT WILL NOT BE IN VAIN* B l u r r: I mean, it's almost happened. B l u r r: / smirks and stares at Soundwave / ItsyBitsySpyers: *IT'S NOT LOVE, FOR PRIMUS' SAKE. HE LIKES THE -OTHER- SOMETIMES SIC.* B l u r r: / welcome to the voices laughing and snickering / Drift: *LMAO SOUNDS FAKE* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He'll be sure to attend your smelting when it does.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Trudges out. Enough of this nonsense.* B l u r r: Good. Jazz: *grins and waves* Bye bye~

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