#& . AJ ╱ DID I DO A GOOD JOB?

[spacedlexi]

the way the ericson group were at the outbreak just a bunch of troubled kids who made various mistakes or committed crimes and were judged by a system that punished and abandoned them instead of giving them the support and love they needed, are then nearly a decade later put into a situation where now they must judge a troubled child for the mistakes and crimes hes committed against them. and 5 to 3 vote them out 😭

[billythesimp]

*BASHES DOWN DOOR* I HEARD RQ WERE OPEN

Okay here me out, Lycaon with a rabbit or cat (you decide) thiren that tried to argue with him at any chance they get. But that's because they don't know how else to act around him because of their HUGE crush on him. Basically you're typical tsundere.

That's about it, BACK INTO MY CORNER. NO PRESSURE TO DO THIS AND TAKE YOUR TIME BESTIE

-AJ🐺

Well, Well, Well~ [insert evil laughter here]

If it isn't my fellow proxy, AJ. Thank you for leaving me a request, I do appreciate the support so I put my whole Badussy into this request.

Smooches, see you soon!

Cat And Dog Fights

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…

Before I started detailing this request, I did a funny 10 pull on the standard banner. I now have C1 Von, so I dedicate this post for the good luck of those who want Von Lycaon to come home. Bless Bless, Wolf ass.

Lycaon x Cat-Thiren-gn!reader

𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡…⋙

tw: Little OOc, mention of Rina's cooking /j

✦ Lycaon likes to think himself a patient man- or werewolf. He can handle Corwin’s self deprecation. He can handle Ellen’s overwhelming bored and teen rebellious phase. Rina’s cooking and antics, I’m pretty sure he puts up with, though barely. However, with this new addition to their team, he acknowledges the huge- HUGE elephant in the room. This cat thirens disobedience and clear dislike towards him, their boss. And while it’s fine when it’s outside the job, they work efficiently and swiftly when on their jobs, though they always seek to peeve him off at times, a cunning glare in their eyes when they look back at him, how they run forwards to finish his own enemies as to show off. It’s their defiance that creates problems as he can’t help but think they are trying to prove that their are better. 

✦ And usually he won’t complain, after all he hired them for their potential and knows what he’s getting into, but lately they’ve been chipping away at his patients, their coy antics getting under his fur, having to restrain a low growl when they purposely interrupt him or act out of line in front of guest or their masters. The reason Rina can only giggle behind her palm while staring at the two of them stare each other down, another one of their pity arguments being the center of attention. Creative backhanded compliments shared between the two as Corwin tries to calm the two, Ellen holding the girl back in amusement.

✦ Honestly, Lycaon can’t help but be slightly disappointed, he sees his employees as family, so to see one with a clear disdain for him makes him pout in private, seeming gloomy as his tail thumps and ears pinned back. Rina has to comfort him, all the while encouraging him to cheer up. Offering him a meal which he refuses, stating he wasn’t hungry. Though Rina can only ask that he give it his best try to be the bigger person and treat them kindly, for they don’t know what they could be going through.

✦ That being said, Rina is hiding more then she’s leading on, one second in Lycaon’s office to comfort him and then another in a private sitting quarters with said Cat thiren, brushing their hair and scratching behind their ears while listening to their childish rant- more like them denying their feelings. 

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While sitting before Rina’s small puppets, they paw and rack the little phantoms on their heads, watching them evade their attacks before being pulled back towards Rina’s lap. Having to sit still was difficult enough, but Rina promised to comb their hair and get it nice and pleasant for their next trip. “Ah, you need to take better care of yours. Lycaon will scold you if your headpiece isn’t perfectly centered- or in one piece in general.” She giggled before properly setting the cutest fabric on their head and giving their ears a little scratch.

“Eh, who cares what he thinks. He can just fix it himself if it bothers him so much.” With a hiss, their tail thumps besides them before they use it as a distraction from their overwhelming thoughts on said werewolf. “Oh, I think you do actually care about his thoughts on you.”

“Ehehe- Yeah you do!”

“Sir Lycaon, did you see that! Hehehe”

“Oh Sir Lycaon, see how great I am!”

“Great! Great!”

“H-HEY SHUT IT!” The cat hisses at the teasing from the little boos, Drusilla and Anastella spinning around before returning to Rina’s figure, avoiding the nasty glare said cat was giving them. “Now, now kitty. No more fighting- you already do enough of that with Von,” Smiling before moving them to sit upright, the figure before her slumping again and leaving her to adjusting them again til they stay, “Though, you know if it’s attention and praise you want, maybe fighting less with the boss would actually get you the results you want.”

“Pffm, as if.” They only pout to themselves, muttering quietly as Rina takes out a needle and starts stichting up their uniform where little tears and rips had formed. Whether from their battles or their tendies to claw at the fabric when they don’t know what to do with their hands. “Even if I wanted it, I don’t even know what I would say…”

“Oh, and what makes you think that kitty? Von would be more than delighted to compliment your achievements, after all he looks highly of you. You’re an amazing servant here, he couldn’t be more proud of your growth. He told me himself.” While she gushed her Boss’s supposed claims, the thiren’s tail swayed quicker then before, the adorable pout on their face turned into that of an embarrassed frown, afraid to speak out of fear of word vomiting. “Oh Kitty, promise you’ll try to be nicer to Lycaon. As much as I adore your little cat-dog fights, I would like it if you both got along much more.” 

They yelp as Rina ‘accidently’ poked them with the needle, ears flatten as they only mumble out a silent promise. Blushing as they think of how they could try to be nicer, distracted at how Lycaon would react to their change in demeanor, tail returning to playfully bat Rina’s hand while lost in deep thought.

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✦ After this conversation, Lycaon finally notices the little changes in their Cat’s behavior. Offering a hand in his tasks, though they still have their little backhanded comments, they are obedient nonetheless. He could tell that they seem to be warming up to him again, not running away from him as much and willing to calm down and listen instead of enlightening another fight between wolf and cat. Really, He’s glad they have improved since then, also making an effort to respect his fellow thiren and help them however he can. 

✦ He sees how much they enjoy the headpats and scratches the girls give them, how they have a subtle purr from the affection and praise they give them. So after a mission complete, satisfied with their work today, he gives them a little head pat and congratulates them on the great. While at first they don’t respond at first, tired from the day's events, they suddenly perk up and jolt away, rambling an indescribable comment and turning tail to run off into their safe house. He can only tilt his head, tail wagging as he couldn’t help but enjoy just how soft their hair is.

[hotchtits]

hotch and elle and the killing of their respective 'main' unsubs

if i see one more fucking person say

"oh its so unfair that elle got fired for killing a guy when hotch literally did the same thing and everyone praised him for it"

i think i just might lose it

lets break this down and actually think critically about this

when hotch literally did the same thing

wrong!! what did hotch actually do?

hunted down an escaped (after being arrested and identified) and prolific serial killer that had assaulted him in his own home and targeted his family

listened to said serial killer murder his wife over the phone

entered a literal fight to the death with the serial killer where he had to beat him to death with his bare hands because otherwise both him and his son would have been murdered next

it was self defense. pure and simple. he had no gun, no weapon other than his hands and he knew that if he stepped away, it would be over. there is quite literally nothing else could have done.

what did elle do?

hunted down an uncharged and unconfirmed suspect

tried to provoke him into attacking her

when that didn't work, shot him and planted evidence as well as lie about what happened when the police arrived

did the guy deserve it? absolutely. he was a scumbag and a rapist and deserved to die. but the show makes her actions inexcusable for a reason. you cannot do that as a law enforcement officer. you cannot go and shoot someone who is not actively threatening you, especially not without evidence. additionally, the reason he was uncharged was because she panicked during the undercover mission.

i agree that she definitely wasn't ready for it, and that someone else should have been the bait but she was asked and she confirmed that she would be okay.

"but they should have realised that she would have panicked" why? up until that point, she had been a brilliant agent and had never given any indication that she might not be able to do it. again, she told both hotch and gideon that she'd be fine. why would they doubt her? she's good at her job.

everyone praised him for it

also wrong!! emily and rossi look at him in nothing short of horror when they run in to find him beating foyet to a pulp. even morgan, while comforting him, is obviously disturbed by the scene.

hotch and his team also faced a hearing about the aftermath of the case. it didnt matter that foyet had been stopped and that he and his son were safe, he still had to justify every single action he took.

there's another counterargument here that "well they might not have praised him for it but they understood why he did it" and... yeah? again, self defense.

anyway. this is one of those topics that makes my blood boil. i love elle. do i think they way they never brought her up again was unfair? yes. do i think that the way she suffered because of a choice gideon made was unfair? yes. was she wrong for shooting that guy? honestly i'm kind of glad she did.

but im sick of people saying that their circumstances were the same because they weren't.

people also love to cite misogyny here and while CM has a fair amount of it (dont get me started on the treatment of paget and aj) its not fucking misogynistic to recognize that what elle did was illegal and hotch didn't "get a pass" for what he did just because "hes a man"

TLDR: stop comparing elle and hotch's situations with the intention of pointing out the inequality of their treatments because their situations were in no way comparable.

[usagifuyusummer]

Family Dinner Night!

Congrats Peri(winkle) for finally getting the Godparenting license!!! 🥳🥳🥳 - from your loving parents and godbrother 💖💖💖

More concept art and as usual my insane ramblings below.

I NEED TO GET THE CREATIVE URGES OUT OF MY HEAD!!! It has been bothering with my motivation to finish my gazillions of homeworks lmao. I have so many ideas I need to let out!!! It's suffocating. I hope this will satisfy my creative urges for a while... Or not I will yap about my FOP AU on a separate post (when I'm able).

I can't stop being sad thinking about this family lol. Timmy 😭😭😭

I am not kidding when I say that my head is just filled with so many things that I want to contribute in the FOP fanworks lol. There's a lot I want to do, but so little time...

For now, I've decided to practice my take on the FOP artstyle. I wanted to do something simple as drawing and coloring practice. That's why the coloring this time is flat with no shadings. I think the show doesn't focus on shaded colors too much (except on scenes where there's a heavy implication of day/night, for shock value, etc.).

Just wanted to draw something cute because I haven't been feeling so swell lately. Nothing too poetic or detailed this time.

Other than that, two of the outfits this time is actually inspired by @suki-na-kumo for Peri and an image I found floating around in Twitter/X (sorry I don't remember who shared it) for Timmy's design. Suki-na-kumo's FOP family redesigns are so cool and adorable! I like that they always include flowy attributes in Peri's outfits lol. It makes him look like a pampered brat (which he kinda is seeing how his family coddles him), an otherworldly prince and also a Twink TM (that is unavoidable lol). I kinda want to draw their other FOP redesigns, but I'll just go with Peri's first.

I am not sure where that 18 year old Timmy design is from, but it kinda can be his design for those who theorise him on becoming a lawyer as an adult. There's a lot of instances where Timmy is wearing a suit in the show, but this design is one of my favs due to the hairstyle change. My adult Timmy designs in the future will be influenced from this piece of official art. I wonder if there are more Timmy designs in the wild wild west out there that I haven't seen... It is certainly an interesting find (Teen AJ is also there, and his design also looks cool to me).

Cosmo and Wanda's oufits are something that I cooked up. I don't think the coloring looks good... I just did this on a whim, and for about 13 hours. Damn, I am procrastinating on my work lmao.

Still, the context this time is, that they've had a family dinner to celebrate on Peri's achievement on finally obtaining his godparenting license!!! Good for him!!!

This is an AU if Timmy somehow was able to find a loophole in the "losing your memories of your fairy godparents after you become an adult" rule. Because of that, he continued his life as normal (as Timmy's chaotic life can be), but this time he is able to keep in contact with his fairy family even if they're not contractually obligated to stick together. Timmy does live with the Fairywinkle Cosma's around his college to early work years, but he eventually was able to move out and live on his own at where he works as a lawyer after a while in his adulthood. (His birth parents eventually went on a lifetime vacation without him or just went away for too long that Timmy just lives on his own a lot after he is 18 and above...)

Despite living on his own nowadays (In a New Wish context), Timmy does keep in contact with his fairy family and visits them when he's not busy with his job. Cosmo and Wanda still took a long vacation in this AU, first due to, yeah, Timmy is no easy feat as a godchild lol, and second, they actually want to take their time to raise BOTH of their children (even if Timmy is no longer a child/godchild) and guide them until they're stable adults. Timmy during college years actually only stays with the Fairywinkle Cosma's on holidays, so when Timmy's busy with college, that is when Cosmo and Wanda take their time relaxing lmao.

Sometimes when they really want to have some time alone or when Peri wants to see his bro, they will send Peri to Timmy's college for a day or more. Timmy babysits Peri so much during his college years lol. They both had fun though! With a lot of Peri newfound nuclear fairy power shenanigans at Timmy's college lmao. Studying law and taking the bar exam has never been more chaotic with babysitting a nuclear powered fairy child.

There's a lot more on this AU that I've been thinking, but I'll stop here for now. I need to gather my AU ideas in one post sometime later.

Also, Peri and Timmy are both adults here, Peri's around his 20's here and Timmy is on his early 30's I think. Cosmo, Wanda, and Peri are in their human disguises here, because they want to learn more about human culture (A New Wish context) while also having the desire to be more in Timmy's life.

I headcannon Timmy to be kinda short in his adulthood. This is also a nod to that episode when his fairy family used imperfect human disguises, even Poof/Peri was taller than Timmy in his human baby disguise lol. And also hey, wearing braces during his teen years paid off! (his big teeth are visible only when he opens his mouth lol)

As usual, here's some concept art and a png lineart pic if you want to use it to color it better than I did lmao. (that was a long yapping session... thanks for reading)

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

The Naughty Nanny Chapter 2

Summary:  Bucky had a lovechild from a one night stand.  He barely even remembered it, and was surprised to find a baby on his doorstep 9 months later.  But one look at that little girl and he knew she was his and that he’d die for her.  The only problem was, he knew nothing about babies, and being an Avenger meant he couldn’t just drop everything and be a dad full time.  Then he found the perfect nanny…or so he thought.

**In this universe Steve never left, Tony never died.** **curvy reader** Warnings: talk of sexual harassment, unwanted/non-consensual touching/sexual assault, eventual smut

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“Stupid…fucking…UGH!”  Y/N grunted as she plopped down hard onto the stool in front of the vanity mirror.  She tugged her tall heels off and threw them down on the ground, then pulled the dollar bills from every nook and cranny on her body that she had tucked them into.

“Don’t tell me, he’s here again,” Tiffany, a fellow dancer, sighed and rolled her eyes as she applied more lipstick in the mirror next to her.

“Yes,” Y/N said curtly.  She turned to her mirror and started wiping off her makeup harshly.  “I’m done.  I can’t do this anymore.”

“Officially this time?” Tiffany gave her an unimpressed look.

“Yes, officially.  You just missed the screaming match I had with Benny,” Y/N said, flashing a triumphant smile.  “I quit.”

“Girl, good for you.  Get out of here.  He’s been hounding you for months.  Save yourself,” Tiffany congratulated her with a proud smile.  “What are you going to do now though?”

“I’ve been sending out my resume to a bunch of places.  I got a message from a company about a nannying job.  My interview is tomorrow morning,” Y/N rattled off as she finished wiping off her excessive makeup and shoved her things into her bag.

“You didn’t put this place down did you?” Tiffany asked incredulously.

“Are you crazy?” Y/N laughed.  

Tiffany laughed with her.  “Did you cash out?” she asked as she stood when her cue rang through the backstage intercom.

“Yep.  And hey,” Y/N stood and reached out for a hug.  Tiffany smiled and embraced her.  “You should get out of here, too.  Or go apply somewhere else.  This place isn’t worth it.  He’s not worth it.  It’s not…safe.”

“I know, I’m working on it,” Tiffany said and gave her one final squeeze.  “Text me how your interview goes.”

“I will,” Y/N agreed and hefted her bag onto her shoulder.  “Good luck.”

***

Bucky was up early and ready to go.  He handed Winnie off to Steve so he could finally watch the interviews with potential nannies.  The interviewing process was taking months, with Tony insisting on extensive background checks and finding “the best of the best” as he called it.  Bucky was needed on certain missions, and desperately needed help at night to get the rest for said missions.  Pepper was the head of HR so she would be conducting interviews, while he and Sam watched in the next room with a reflective window between them.

“How many interviews are there?” Sam asked, settling into his chair and opening a bag of candy.

“Eight,” Bucky answered, settling himself down as well while thumbing through the folders of the candidates.

“Ugh, what a great day it’s gonna be,” Sam groaned.

“You don’t have to stay and watch,” Bucky shot back at him.

“I’m an uncle, I know what’s needed for good childcare,” Sam said.

“Sure.  Weren’t you the one who lost Cass at Coney Island a few weeks ago?” Bucky replied.

Sam narrowed his eyes.  “He was perfectly safe.”

“And lost.  At a huge outdoor amusement park.  In New York City.  I wonder how Sarah–”

“Hey!  You said you’d keep quiet!” Sam admonished, throwing a few pieces of candy at him.

Bucky caught one and popped it in his mouth.  “Keep it up, Birdman, and she’s gonna learn about AJ trying out your wings.”  Sam glared at him and sat back quietly.  “That’s what I thought, ‘uncle of the year,’” he smiled mischievously.  

Pepper stepped into the next room with a young man and had him sit down.  “Man whatever.  It’s starting,” Sam griped as he watched the interview.

Bucky was bored by the third interview.  He’d read each candidate’s profile and reviewed their background checks thoroughly, but so far each of them just didn’t seem to have what he was looking for.  He wasn’t even sure what he wanted, just someone who seemed like they could take care of Winnie but also care for her personally.  

“Lucky number seven,” Sam chimed as Pepper shook a woman’s hand.

Bucky looked up from the folder and did a double take.  The woman had a wide, pleasant smile, her plump cheeks making her eyes squint.  She was short next to Pepper’s tall frame, and plus size, her curves slightly jiggling as she walked and took a seat across from her.  She was beautiful and exuded a confidence and self-assurance that made him watch her more carefully.  

“And how do you pronounce your name?”  Pepper asked.

“Y/N,” she answered.  He even liked her voice, soft spoken but firm.  

“She’s pretty,” Sam remarked, seeing the look on Bucky’s face.

“Yeah,” Bucky agreed quietly, leaning forward in his chair.

Pepper asked her a number of questions.  “So it says here you got your degree in early childhood education with a minor in music, you were working in a daycare for about ten years, and all your daycare certifications are still up to date.  Is there a reason for your gap in employment on your resume?”  Pepper inquired.

“Yes, I, uh…” Y/N paused, looking down at her hands.  The confident facade slightly slipped as she bit her lip hesitantly.  “I was looking after my mother for a few years, and taking whatever odd jobs I could.  When she died I couldn’t find anything in child care again.  Everything was full.  The job market has been rough the last few years since the Blip,” she replied.  She met Pepper’s stare.  “I’m going to be completely honest with you because, well,” she gestured to the facility around her.  “You guys either know already or will find out.  Um…I was working at a burlesque club before this.”

Sam sputtered, looking down at her folder again.  Bucky’s eyes widened.  Pepper showed no sign of surprise.  “Really?” she asked.  

“Yes.  I’ve always loved the art of burlesque and thought I’d give it a try.  That being said, it was a toxic work environment and I felt unsafe, so I started applying to other places.  I understand if that pulls me out of the running, since it’s not exactly a very ‘upscale’ type of job to have, or could cast a not-so-pleasant light on an institution like the Avengers–”

“Not necessarily,” Pepper chuckled.  “I mean, we have the likes of Tony Stark here, so it’s not that scandalous.”

“True!” Y/N laughed.  “No offense to your husband, of course.”

“None taken,” Pepper laughed with her.  “Of course I’m just the middle man, the parent looking for childcare will make the final decision.”

“Of course,” Y/N agreed, her eyes flicking to the glass behind Pepper.  Bucky almost flinched, realizing she knew someone was watching.

“Otherwise, your resume looks good, and I have no other questions.  We’ll reach out to you with a decision by the end of the week,” Pepper said as she stood.

Y/N quickly stood with her, offering another smile and shaking her hand.  “Thank you.  I look forward to hearing from you.”

As she left the room she looked back at the window and flashed a knowing smile, waving at the people she couldn’t see.  Bucky almost waved back but stopped himself.  “Huh, I like her,” Sam said as he watched her leave.  

“Me, too,” Bucky said, a small smirk growing on his face.

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[abarbaricyalp]

Written for the @sambuckyhalloweenbingo !!!

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In Every Mask, I See You

Bucky was in DC on Halloween. Which sucked because he'd promised Cass he'd help with the werewolf costume and all the bloody makeup. He'd gotten two sets of sad Wilson eyes when he'd face timed to let him know--from Cass and Sarah, which he hadn't understood until a few hours ago when he'd seen Sam posting about being home to take the boys trick-or-treating that year. Sarah had totally conspired to get them in the same house at the same time.

What doubly sucked was that the whole reason he was in DC and not down at a neighborhood party, watching Halloween projected on someone's garage door and stealing candy from the boys, was a super important meeting, which had ended up being canceled an hour beforehand. He hated this job.

The house he bought--and pretended like he didn't share with Sam when they were not both in DC at the same time--was in a nice enough neighborhood and the sounds of kids shrieking and laughing had started up well before dark. Bucky didn't have a costume or a kid or even a dog to justify wandering around outside, but he couldn't help himself. His chest literally ached with missing Cass and AJ, and it's not like he really wanted to stay in and watch horror movies by himself.

He threw on a baseball cap (even though his neighbors knew Bucky Barnes lived in the neighborhood) and put on a shirt with the shield on it and a jacket. It had been getting a little cooler in the evenings and he didn't want to draw more attention to himself than was necessary by flashing the metal around. Besides, he was not in the mood to hear any how the colors weren't right or the plates didn't align or whatever other inane thing people could critique a Winter Soldier costume for.

He had expected the usual fare of costumes--ghosts and zombies and princesses and whatever teenagers passed off as costumes nowadays. He had not been expecting to open his door and immediately see Captain America running down the street, shield jostling on his little back.

There were so many Sams. There were plenty of other heroes too-- Captain Marvel, Bishop and Khan, Thor, the spider kid. But by and large, Captain America had the run of the night. There were babies in shield themed onesies and kids in bought costumes and adults in fancier handmade ones. Boys, girls, young, old, all decked out in Sam's white outfit or the sleek, new, darker one he'd been wearing recently. All of the wings were pretty priceless. Everyone was trying to take off in flight.

It was a little disorienting, actually. Since Bucky had been assigned to the whole Thunderbolts bullshit and Sam had had to take on whatever fresh hell Ross concocted, they hadn't seen much of each other. Bucky had fucked that up. He usually did. It was complicated. It was stupid. He was stupid. And none of it was fair. Especially not to Sam, but not to him either when he was reminded of how good and noble and wonderful and inspiring Sam was by a hundred people in his neighborhood. He hadn't been able to so much as look at or smell or even hug Sam in months and now he was completely overwhelmed with Sam and people's love of him.

Someone tapped Bucky's hip while he stood at an intersection and greatly debated going home and going to bed. Night had fallen, but there were enough streetlights, car lights, and patio lights illuminating houses doing far more than they needed to for trick-or-treating to keep visibility fairly high. Bucky turned and found yet another Sam staring up at him. The kid couldn't have been even ten yet and he looked just about on the verge of tears, big dark eyes shining.

"Hey, Cap," Bucky greeted and then felt like he was on the verge of tears too.

"I lost my Bucky!" the kid cried and then plastered himself to Bucky's leg, just about taking out his knee in the process. "I don't know where I am!"

"Woah, woah, hey," Bucky babbled while he freed his leg and squatted down in front of him. "It's alright. We'll find him together, okay? That's what Cap and Bucky do best. Work together. Do you live in this neighborhood?"

The boy looked at him again, tiny fingers twisting in Bucky's jacket sleeve fretfully. "I'm not supposed to tell strangers where I live."

Fair enough, but deeply unhelpful. "You know me," Bucky cajoled. "I'm Bucky. I'm Captain America's best friend right? If you want, I can call him and you can tell him where you live." And wouldn't Sam love that. Bucky using a lost kid as an excuse to call. But desperate times and all that.

The boy's eyes alit for a split second before his whole face shuttered in embarrassment. "No! I don't want Captain America to know I'm lost." He let go of Bucky's sleeve only long enough for it to unwind so he could twist it in the other direction. "I live on Oak Drive. But we weren't anywhere near my house."

"Well, do you know where you last saw your Bucky?" Bucky asked. "This is Magnolia Lane.

Captain America's lips trembled. "No. There was a big Frankenstein in the yard."

Bucky had not seen a big Frankenstein yet this evening. "Hey, buddy, can I see your shield for a second?" he asked.

It was hurriedly handed off and Bucky checked down the back of it and across the straps until he found a piece of masking tape with a sharpie'd phone number on it. He grinned, pleased with himself. Sarah had done the same thing a few years ago when AJ had been Sam.

"Is this your mom's number?" he asked, looking up at the boy, whose eyes went wide.

"Oh! Yeah!"

"Is she with your friend?"

"Yeah! Can you call her?"

Bucky could do that. "C'mere, little bird," he said, holding his arm out so he could lift the boy when he stood and hold him on his hip. "You can have this back," he added, handing off the shield. "Go ahead and tell me what that number is." He pulled out his phone and typed in the number as Cap read it off to him.

The line barely rang once before a worried voice answered, "Andre?"

"Uh," Bucky said unhelpfully. "Is your name Andre?" he asked the Captain America pinching the corner of his jacket collar now. The boy nodded. "Yeah, this is Bucky Barnes. I've got your Captain Andre," Bucky said. "He was helping me cross the road. Real Captain America stuff. Helping an old guy out. Can I return the favor and help him back to you? We're at Magnolia and Deer Ridge."

The mother on the other end of the line told Bucky where she was without nearly as much babbling as Bucky had provided. They were only one street over from each other. Bucky let himself be thankful for that, especially when Andre started to explain to Bucky why he was Captain America and his friend, Dylan, was Bucky. It did not seem to matter that it was Bucky holding him when it came time to explain that Andre was the better action star, but don't tell Dylan. Also Dylan had blue eyes.

"Dre?!" someone called before Bucky had spotted a worried mom. Then yet another little guy was trying to take Bucky off of his feet by way of his knees.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Bucky cried, putting a hand down to slow down the racing kid. He let himself glance over the Winter Soldier costume. It had had the silver arm, but someone had gone in and tried to recolor it. Which was kind of cute. "I'm gonna drop Cap. His wings are faulty right now."

The tiny Winter Soldier stared up at him, a hard set to his jaw that was kind of familiar. He could understand how he got relegated to playing Bucky. "Don't. Are you okay?" Dylan asked.

Bucky almost responded, but Andre, reasonably, beat him to it. "Yeah. I found another Bucky," he said. He let go of Bucky's collar and hopped out of Bucky's hold when he was close enough to the ground as Bucky squatted down again.

Dylan put his hand on Andre's shoulder solemnly, then they tucked into a half hug that quickly turned into a brawl when Dylan tried to snatch the shield away.

Bucky kept half an eye on them, ready to pull them back from the street, even though it seemed like this street had been blocked off for traffic. When a woman hurried over, he felt some of his anxiety bleed out of his shoulders, but a new wave of social anxiety took its place.

"Thank you!" she sighed as she caught up to the boys and stood a few steps from Bucky. She was younger than he was expecting and dressed like a 50s ad. He could see Andre's features in her face plainly. She took a second to look over him and her eyebrows rose a little. "Oh, wow, you're actually Bucky Barnes. I thought you meant you were dressed up."

Bucky scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah. He recognized me, so I guess I was safe enough to ask for help."

"Yeah. It's kind of weird to be able to tell your kids they can ask superheroes for help if they need. Got any sugar I can borrow, neighbor?" she joked, then cringed at herself. "Is, uh, Cap around?"

"Oh, uh, no," Bucky admitted, cheeks reddening. People still expected them to be connected at the hip, even though they were never in the house together. They were never together at all anymore. "He's with his family down south."

"Why aren't you too then?" she asked.

Bucky's cheeks warmed even more. He could feel it scorching down to the bone. "Well it's his family, y'know. And I had to work, so. "

The woman's brows knit towards each other a little. She looked over at the boys still roughhousing with the plastic shield. "You know, they'd call each other family," she said slowly, measuring her words. "Those two are such a handful. They'd rather be in trouble together than out of trouble alone. They get antsy if they can't see each other."

Bucky snorted. "Yeah, I know how that goes."

She shrugged. "I'm just saying, I can guarantee Dre was more concerned with getting back to Dylan than to me."

"Well, Cap shouldn't be without his Bucky," Bucky said before the words actually sank in. The blush erupted into flames. He needed to go climb a tree and sit in it for a few days.

"Yeah," she agreed with a grin. "I think that's right. Boys!" she called. The roughhousing calmed and they both turned to look at her expectantly. More candy imminent in their future. "Would you mind a picture?" she asked Bucky.

"No," Bucky said quickly. "I love taking pictures with celebrities," he said louder for the boys to hear.

They beamed at each other, ran over in a race, and attached to his knees again.

Once the pictures were taken care of--Bucky even asked for one on his phone--he retreated from the thick of the party, towards a house with all of its lights cut and the only decorations ghosts drifting in the breeze on invisible strings. He pulled out his phone, faced the tree trunk, and dialed Sam's number.

He wasn't exactly surprised when Sam didn't answer. Kind of disappointed. Kind of relieved. When the answering machine picked up, he took in a shaky breath and said, "Hey, Sammy, it's Buck," exactly the way he knew Sam would make fun of him for. What else is the Caller ID for, Buck? "I just wanted to say I miss you. Like, so much. I don't... I don't wanna be doing this without you. I kind of hate it without you, actually. I've always hated it. You know that. But with you, it means something. I felt like I was doing the right thing if you were next to me. But now I don't have that and it feels bad. Everything is bad and wrong and I just miss you so much. God, it's so obvious Buckys shouldn't be without their Caps and I'm the first example of that. The worst example. I don't even wanna watch scary mov--"

The machine cut him off and he dialed Sam's number again instantly. It went to voicemail again, but it rang all the way through, so it's not likely Sam was ignoring him. It was much more likely he'd turned the noise off on his phone to focus on the boys.

"How come spam calls can leave ten minute voicemails but I barely get two minutes, huh?" he asked Sam's voicemail when it clicked through. "Listen, I just want to say it again. I miss you. And when you feel up for it, call me back. Maybe I can dig myself out of this one. I just need to come home to you again. Love you. I mean...shit. Just. Whatever. Miss you, Sam."

Bucky really considered climbing the tree. But it wasn't his tree. He beelined back for his house (there was a giant Frankenstein on Moss Lane that he had to pass again). He'd never been so happy to close the door and block out most of the noise of the neighborhood.

By the time he was dragging himself into bed half an hour later, a text buzzed in. He opened it as he plugged in his phone. It was a picture of Sam, surrounded by about as many Captains America as Bucky had seen, and a fair few Winter Soldiers too.

You're grumpy at every age, btw.

Okay, yeah, I miss you too.

You in DC? I'll see you soon.

Like tomorrow.

Love you too, old man.

Bucky let out a long breath and dropped himself across the bed. Finally, whoever he had been pretending to be fell off of him, like a bad mask. Bucky Barnes settled back into his bones.

How'd the werewolf turn out? What did AJ decide to do this year? He hadn't picked last time I called.

Hey, when you get home, do you wanna call? We can watch that new witch demon haunted house movie on Netflix together.

And maybe he did thrill when a text came in almost immediately. And he answered immediately again.

"Trick or treat?" Sam asked later that night, both of them half asleep on their respective couches, another shitty horror movie starting up on the autoplay.

"Treat," Bucky answered into the throw pillow Sam had bought.

"I still miss you."

"What was the trick?"

"I dunno. Making you fall asleep finally. What would your trick be?"

"Probably making you fall in love with me."

"I dunno, Buck. Seems like a lot of people dig us being together. Can't be such a bad idea."

"Yeah," Bucky agreed. "Buckys belong with their Cap. I dunno how I messed that one up so damn bad."

"Yeah, I think Cap needs his Bucky too," Sam laughed.

"Trick or treat, Sam?"

"Treat."

"I love you."

And if Sam answered, Bucky didn't hear it as he fell asleep easy to the sound of Sam's breathing.

[man-down-in-hatchet-town]

VHSCC OH MY GOD

(no spoilers)

Starkid nation, you aren't ready.

So let's start with the obvious. Look, I spent thirteen years growing up with Starkid. That initial Michigan gang are deeply special to me and I will always miss Dylan, Brian R., and Corey in any show they aren't in. And this one's no different. But just as Janaya came in and took over Belle from Britney so flawlessly, Curt, Brian, and AJ were all WONDERFUL in their new roles. The gentle-but-high-energy, truly decent, romantic himbo charm Curt brought to our Springsteen boy Jim (you all are going to LOVE Jim, I promise) perfectly offset the defiant, sneering anger of Young Scrooge in "That Scrooge." Brian's reactions (particularly to the "rather take my own life" line) were so funny and some of my favorite parts of the show. And AJ... this is now my favorite thing AJ has ever done. And that's saying something. The smaller casting shake-up moments (Joey as Fezziwig, other little line re-distributions) were so fun as well!

The new act 1 is PERFECTION. I was actually surprised by how absolutely hysterical it was? Like, I won't tell you what was up with that clip on Instagram of Brian, Lauren, and Joey doing a freak-out dance, but I can tell you that their whole Act 1 deal threatened to steal the show every. Single. Time. I already mentioned Curt as Jim, but you will also love Della, who is so funny and real and truly carries us through the start of the show (Janaya is a STAR and she Curt have brilliant chemistry). Ali did a terrific job of balancing the sadness and hope that are both at the center of the devastating little Match Girl. And Jamie's Grandma... well, honestly I have no idea how to talk about Jamie's song without giving stuff away.

But the real star of the show in Act 1, as he should be, was our man Clark. I can't emphasize enough how much he nailed the writing of this whole new act. I mentioned that the new stuff is hilarious, but it's also deeply heartfelt, and also sad exactly when it needs to be. Like, the transition after Jamie's song? I can't really talk about it yet, but what that moment does with emotion is unreal. And, as expected, every song is a banger! My one complaint about this show, and it IS a big one, is that there is no cast recording of the Act 1 songs. I want to listen to them all the time.

But the good news is, I CAN listen to Christmas Carol as much as I want! The classic that started it all is back, with so many people reprising the hell out of their truly iconic roles (God I love the VHS Cratchits), and better than ever. I traditionally hate change, and I love the version of VHSCC Live! we already have so much, but I think I somehow loved this version even more? The staging is alive and clever and there are some additions and changes, particularly in "Final Ghost"/"Christmas Day," that frankly blew my mind and somehow managed to elevate the material even further. I can't wait for the digital ticket to come out so that I can talk about them. To put it simply, James Tolbert mastered his Starkid directorial debut like you won't believe. I'm so proud of him and grateful for the larger role he's taken in Starkid since they moved base to LA.

Also, the Ghost of Christmas Past is extra unhinged this year? Jaime pulled out all of the impish stops and it was the BEST.

Basically, everyone more than delivered. I haven't talked about Meredith yet but she rocked it in the band and continued to validate the hell out of my opinion that "3 Spirits" is the dark horse best song in the show.

And a special shout-out to June Saito for continuing to be a costuming GENIUS. I always love her work and this production is no exception. I honestly wanted to give the return of the Bob Cratchit costume its own round of applause.

You know, the world is a mess and everything is pretty much terrible. It's been a hard year in an impossible decade. But every once in a while you come across some art that takes all of that, acknowledges the truth of it, and somehow pulls back the curtains to harness the joy and hope that's still there under the rubble. To me, Starkid in particular has always been about finding and holding onto the hope and the beauty and humanity that allows us to endure an existence that can so often feel bleak. And VHSCC is maybe the most perfect encapsulation of that idea.

So thank you Clark, James, Meredith, Brian, and everyone who worked so hard on this little bit of magic. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Let's make a little light.

[hugheses]

love your scholarship 🥸

do you know anything about their school/college days - ie if they liked school/had favourite subjects/took particular classes? if Quinn and Luke declared majors at mich?

also if they’ve ever said what they read? think I read that Jack says he likes to read (sports books maybe?) in his spare time and one in of Ellen’s interviews she talks about reading (to them?) and somewhere else about how she was super involved in their academics

The teacher in me is fascinated!

quinn was enrolled in the school of kinesiology and majoring in sports management.

in 2021 he said

If you weren’t a hockey player, what else might you be doing? — Veronica X. I don’t know, I love golf. I’d probably be golfing a lot. I’d be in school somewhere … I’d be a senior right now so I’d probably be getting my degree in the next couple of weeks. Maybe business or sport management? That’s what I was looking at at Michigan for two years.

luke's intended major was also sports management. he was taking a business management class and fumbled his part on a group project when he signed with the devils. he took a greek sports history class and talked about how he doesn't love school but he likes history here (worth listening to imo) and he also enjoyed history of college athletics. luke actually took an online college class before officially starting at umich

"I'm taking an online chemistry class to get it off my plate. I wake-up and do two hours of that and then I go and work out with [trainer] Brian Gallivan and then I skate and then just chill by the pool and hang out. It's been nice."

here's a snippet from quinn about books

Hughes has become an avid reader to expand his knowledge and make better use of downtime. He recently completed “The Boys in the Boat” historical epic that was made into a movie directed by George Clooney. “I buried it, it’s done,” Hughes proudly stated Tuesday after practice. “I finished it three weeks ago. Great book. Page turner. I’m reading ‘Moneyball’ now.” “Boys in the Boat” is a riveting and true account of how the Depression-era University of Washington junior varsity rowing team stunned the world by overcoming immense odds to capture gold at the 1936 Olympics in Berlin. Joe Rantz was a driving force for the eight-man crew. A strong rower with an unshakeable disposition sounds a lot like the driven Hughes. “I thought Joe was just a hard worker who did his job and was a quiet guy,” said Hughes. “He appreciated everything that came his way. He pretty much raised himself from the age of 10 and was a very outdoors person.”

he apparently is "reading a book almost weekly to try to improve his brain" and he also was spotted reading Stay Sane in an Insane World: How to Control the Controllables and Thrive

jack likes reading sports books as said here, specifically Eleven Rings: The Soul of Success and Three-Ring Circus: Kobe, Shaq, Phil, and the Crazy Years of the Lakers Dynasty. The Mamba Mentality: How I Play was on his reading list in high school. he also talks about books here

Craig: The other thing that (Williams) said was reading. He said you’re asking for book recs. We’re looking for book recs. We’re big readers. Jack: Yeah, you guys got any? I dunno. (I’m tired of) everything on my phone, social media, things like that — and I never went to college, so you gotta get smarter somehow. Craig: Are you a fiction guy? Are you a self-improvement guy? What do you find yourself gravitating towards? Jack: I read a lot of sports books. “Eleven Rings,” by Phil Jackson. Also, “Greenlights” by Matthew McConaughey. Those are my favorite ones I’ve read recently. It’s important. We’ve got a lot of down time on the road, so it’s good stuff.

as for ellen, she said this in the cammi & aj podcast

So for me, you do things that you enjoy or you- you teach them things that you feel like you can teach them, Right. So it's kind of a slight on me that I wasn't more worldly and wanting to take them to museums. Or maybe like I felt like I had do those things because like, ‘Oh my God, what am I teaching them?’ But you tend to do the things that you - you're trying to find activities. Jimmy was off coaching a lot, I had three young boys that were really close in age. So what do I know? What can I do to pass time and keep them active? It was kicking a soccer ball. It was throwing a ball, it was doing rollerblading, it was passing the puck, it was taking them skating. So for me, those were mommy and me activities, right? And then every once in a while I'd be like, you know, I'd be like, ‘uh, we got to do Kumon, we gotta do like - we gotta read.’ You know, academics was really important to me because I felt like I was so driven the other way that like, I didn’t want to miss out on the other. So for us, it was never this grandiose plan, and I'm sure you guys were the same way. It was more like, ‘be the best at whatever it is you're doing, work your hardest at whatever it is you're doing.’ Working the hardest didn't mean scoring the most goals. It was playing the right way, whatever it is, being a great teammate and working really, really hard and we always felt like the other would come.

other potentially interesting notes, jack was an honor roll student in 8th grade, and quinn agreed he was the best at school when they were younger, so it's funny he's the one who didn't end up going to college. ellen's brother is actually the president of denison university and they have some pretty academic cousins also.

[box-dwelling]

Not to be all Beanix defense squad again but you know, the stuff he does in turnabout corner that annoys Apollo, You know recruiting him to cases that can't go to trial, honestly is pretty good mentorship.

Kid did a murder case his first trial and it was deeply tramatising. Getting him to learn to investigate with a theoretically easy chill case that no one got hurt during is a good way to teach him the ropes without it being even more traumatic.

Investigating is an important part of the job. It's what you have to do when you're a DA in this universe and not that connected. Apollos so upset about doing it that it makes me wonder if Kristoph actually does investigate crimes scenes with him. He doesn't in the tutorial case (which obviously gameplay wise you never do but still). Kristoph seems like he have the connections to not have to or the funds to hire a PI or just forges whatever he needs. That's something Phoenix would know and would also know that if Apollo is going to be going this on his own he has to learn how to investigate asap.

Obviously it spirals but that's his intent and I think that's fair. He basically out right says that if he finds out what happened with his ankle he'll give him a cut of the suit so it's not like Apollo's not going to get any pay out.

So yeah sorry that I post a lot of Beanix defense but I'm now replaying AJ and like on a replay almost everything frustrating with him the first time (and frustrating in Apollo's eyes) is more well motivated and kind than you think

[chimchiri]

Poll Adventure: Rarijack Dinner

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“What did you have in mind?”

“Orchard’s a bit of a wreck this time of year,” AJ says, glancing out the window at the apple trees lining the hills and hanging heavy with fruit. Not too far off, Big Mac’s standing on a ladder situated under a tree; she can see Apple Bloom yelling up at him from below, barrels full of apples at her feet. She says something with that adorable, sometimes annoying little smug spark in her eye, and Big Mac shakes his head with a laugh before tossing an apple down to her. She lunges for it with her hands clasped behind her back, letting it smack her right in the face as she tries to grab it with the few front teeth she hasn’t lost to the tooth fairy yet.

Yeah. Definitely somewhere else. AJ loves her family more than anything, but—Rarity deserves to go somewhere nice. Across the house and through the open front door, she can hear Granny belting out an old song about pigs in mud—

“I’m thinkin’ we go out. You know the restaurant in town? Haven’t been in a while, and I heard there’s a new menu. How’s Saturday?”

“That sounds simply divine, darling, and I would love to…but I can’t commit to this weekend,” Rarity says regretfully, and AJ nearly drops her phone, “I’m in Manehattan the rest of the week for my new line. It is critical that I’m here to make the finishing touches. Fancy Pants is personally endorsing the reveal and there cannot be a single mishap, not one.”

“Oh—“

“Please don’t think I’m avoiding you, darling. Perhaps we can schedule something for the same time next week?”

“No!” AJ begins rather forcefully, and she clears her throat so she won’t say something else before thinking, “I meant…no big deal. How about I come to you instead? I’m sure I can find somewhere good for you—for…us.” 

There’s a short pause before Rarity responds. 

“Applejack, are you sure, darling? Of course I’d love to have you here…but only if it wouldn’t be too much for you. If you aren’t busy with your duties on the farm, as well. I know that the big city isn’t exactly your cup of…cider.”

“Nothin’s too much for me when it comes to you, sugar.” 

AJ’s heart flutters when she hears the soft, breathy laughter of her crush over the phone.

“If you insist,” Rarity says, the smile evident in her voice, “There are a few places I could call. I’m friends with practically everyone here, you know.” 

AJ shakes her head. “You just rest up and let me do the work. I’ll get everything together.” 

This isn’t up for debate—she’s dead set on being a gentlewoman. If this is going to be a real date then she’ll make sure it’s a damn good one. Which includes making sure that Rarity can just enjoy the evening and not have to worry about anything.

Rarity lets out a sweet laugh, which pitches high at the end, a little too strained. 

“Oh, no, there will be no resting for me. After I finish this job, I need to come up with something spectacular to wear for our date. Now that we’re going out on the town, I need something divine—something fabulous…” she trails off before continuing, “But I’ll be ready. Just let me know. Oh! When will you arrive, dear? I’m not sure I can make it to the train station to greet you…I’ll be so busy…but you know where the boutique is.”

“I’ll find you. Don’t push yourself too hard.”

“Not to worry, darling. I doubt I could ever work nearly as hard as you do.”

AJ rubs the back of her neck, her face hot. “Psshaw, I’m not sure about that…”

The toe of her boot scuffs the wooden floor and she stares down at it, grinning like an idiot in the silence.

“Well…shall I see you Saturday, then?” Rarity posits. 

“Yeah, Saturday.”

“Alright, darling, I’ll see you then,” Rarity says softly.

“Bye Rarity.” She sounds almost shy when she says her name.

There’s a click and then the call is over. AJ swears her heart skips a beat as she stares down at her phone. This is actually happening.

It still feels like a dream, and she hopes to never wake up.

Her cheeks hurt from smiling. She could run a marathon with all the energy tingling up her spine.

But—

It already looks like she’s been running at full speed—she’s drenched in sweat. Well…no surprise there.

“Ugh…I should shower,” she murmurs upon noticing the stains under her arms.

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AJ thought she’d have trouble sleeping, but after finishing her chores with a spring in her step, she knocked out as soon as her head hit the pillow.

The next morning, however, anxiety crawled its way into her chest. 

She couldn’t stop daydreaming at breakfast, racking her brain for a restaurant in Manehattan. There were so many other things she had to do before that, too. 

AJ didn’t really consider what it’d mean to have a date in Manehattan—she was just so sold on the fact that their date couldn’t wait. 

She has some nice clothes in her closet - but do they fit a fancy restaurant in the big city? 

Does she even know how to behave so she doesn’t embarrass herself and Rarity during the date? Sure, she’s polite, but she’s not versed on the social mores of Mane—

Granny snapping her fingers and hollering her name pulled AJ from her thoughts, only to find all three family members staring at her curiously.

“Sorry, Granny…what was it you said?”

“Well, it’s been s’darn long since I asked ya, I can’t remember nuthin’ I said!” 

AJ didn’t tell anyone yet. For one, she wanted to pull it through on her own. But she also didn’t want anyone to gossip beforehand and cause her embarrassment. She got enough inquiring questions about her relationship status, especially from Applebloom.

After breakfast, she got to work on the chores around the farm.

Anyways, now that she could think again…

Would she need a present for Rarity? 

Was there anything else she needed to prepare?

What if none of the restaurants she’d thought of end up being a good fit for Rarity?

AJ’s mind spins and spins and now she lays in the shade of an apple tree, staring up at the sky.

Well, she’ll admit it—she’s lost and has no clue where to start.

Yeah, she’ll definitely need some help…

She could ask one of her friends. She’s close enough to any of them, especially Rainbow—but Rainbow can’t keep a secret to save her life, and she’d probably just tell her to “Be awesome, duh” and that Rarity likes AJ enough that she doesn’t need to be fancy. Which…is a great sentiment, but would it help in the long run? Mm…she’s not so sure. AJ feels like it wouldn’t stay a secret for long if she told any of her friends. Would she even mind? They’re all helpful in their own ways. 

Then again…she could also ask her family for support. She hopes they would keep news of her date a secret. Oof…some of those conversations might be a bit more embarrassing, now that she thinks about it...but Granny’s lived and loved, and Big Mac always gives sage advice. Applebloom is her biggest cheerleader when it comes to anything at all.

 

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[spacedlexi]

i just think a "friended/romanced + saved + trust aj" violet does such a good job rounding out the plot and characters of S4 and i dont say that lightly

she walls people off out of fear just like S3 clem did and learned to grow out of through the compassion of others. feeling like she could have done more to save minnie being what initially makes her step up to lead, but her accepting her love for clem (and clem choosing to save her) is what leads to her Truly accepting the school and everyone inside it as her Home and gives her something to fight for ("i tried my damnedest not to care about either of you. and i still couldnt tell you why." "i know where youre coming from. after losing so many people, sometimes its easier to keep everyone at arms length." "and then you wonder why you fight so hard to stay alive. i dont wonder anymore."). this being the reasoning behind violets detachment from the school, as well as a negative home life impacting her idea of what a home even was. but together they turn ericson from a prison into the home theyve BOTH been looking for, renaming it together, and envisioning it for the future together. the two of them understand each other deeply, from what theyve lost to how its affected them and the poor ways theyve decided to react to it. but through their support of the other, they BOTH get to evolve into more relaxed and confident versions of themselves, who know Exactly what theyre fighting for

her troubled relationship with brody and getting to learn more about what happened with the twins/violets reaction to it and how she ultimately blames herself/brodys guilt about her part in it and how she misses violet. getting the chance to mend that relationship before its too late. the 3 of them becoming closer because of it. and getting to develop clems friendship with brody leads to a more impactful moment later in the basement

her relationship with tenn reflecting clems relationship with aj, in the way they both made the decision to look after their respective boys after their primary guardians died (ajs parents, tenns sisters). both of them can understand the responsibilities they have taken upon themselves, and how hard it can be to do right. the 4 of them become a tight knit group quickly. especially in EP2 as vi supports clem while tenn supports aj through the marlon fiasco

her confused relationship with minerva introducing interesting conflict both within her relationship with clem (who has her own personal conflict with minerva, which vi still ties into through her relationship with both minnie and tenn) and the over arching plot, which has themes of learning when to let someone go because they are no longer who they once were (clem and lilly "we were family once", mitch about ms martin "you get all caught up in who people used to be, and you cant deal with whats in front of you", violet about minnie "the real minnie? shes been gone this whole time and i have to stop mourning her")

having a saved violet on the boat expanding the conversation with minerva about her motivations with the delta. violet apologizing for never looking for her, minnie saying she knows she would have but that its too late now, so sure this is just the way things have to be. getting to hear minnie say "you can be rewarded, just like i am", giving us insight into her character. and clem getting the last word before she rams the door down, her and violet fighting minnie Together. and violet saves clems life, making the Choice to shoot minerva, which in and of itself is a huge moment for violets character in regards to her relationship with both minnie And clem

and aj shooting tenn on the bridge brings things full circle, by putting violet in the same position louis was in EP2, where aj has killed the most important person to her, in an effort to save her life, and now she must reckon with those feelings the same way louis had to about marlon. not so easy now is it violet? ("so youre mad, but sad" "can i be that for a while?" "yeah, its ok")

just... ough... violets whole character just fits into Everything so well, but in a way that elevates the characters and plots around her, while also developing her into her own

[littleweezel]

Coming in First, A Good Omens Triathlon AU: Chapter 2

Rated E

General CW for Explicit sex; General references to drug abuse, mental health struggles, and an injury that occurred in the past. (None of this is in chapter 2)

Summary: AJ Crowley was a talented cyclist who crashed and burned out in his 20s. Twenty-some years later, he lived in the US, worked a boring job, and spent all of his free time training for and participating in triathlons.

Ezra Fell was a swimming phenom who couldn’t handle the pressure of being an elite athlete. He moved to another continent, opened a bookshop, and discovered triathlon as a low-pressure way to stay in shape while doing something he loved.

After competing against each other for years, the two men—who were radically different on the surface—realized they had more in common than they expected. Could their friendship possibly lead to more? (slaps explicit sex warning What do you think?)

Chapter 2 Excerpt: “I see that.” Ezra looked closer at what AJ was feeding the birds. “What is that? Peas?”

“Yeah, bread’s bad for them. Peas aren’t.”

Ezra laughed, “You even have the ducks on a nutrition plan.”

AJ scowled back at Ezra. “I don’t want to hurt them.” He said quietly, surprising Ezra with how thoughtful and out of character he sounded. Maybe Ezra didn’t know AJ’s character as well as he thought he did. 

“I know. It’s kind, you feeding them peas. I was teasing,” Ezra said gently. 

“I’m not kind,” AJ spat back. A moment later, he turned and looked at Ezra. “You tapped me on Grindr.”

Ezra winced at the abrupt change of subject. He continued looking out at the lake, not wanting to risk eye contact with the other man. “Yes, I saw your profile and thought it was a way to say hello. I obviously wasn’t expecting you to, you know…” He waved a hand in the air instead of finishing his sentence. 

“Obviously,” AJ parroted with a sneer.

@goodomensafterdark

[passionmaterial]

Its the one you've all probably been waiting For..

If Timmy Turner was in A New Wish!

More info Under the cut

Edit: forgot to link prev ones

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Name:Timothy Tiberius Turner (or Timmy Turner)

Age:30

Important note: I do not account for the Secret Wish, that's why a lot of them are in their 20's and 30's

I've thought about his character a lot, so this is gonna be a long story here.

Short Summary:

Timmy remembers his Fairies, he married Tootie and had two kids, he lives in the apartment to the left of Cosmo and Wanda, and he's friends with the wells family, and does tell Hazel he remembers his Fairies. Also, he got his Overbite aligned as well, but he had to wear braces in high school.

Long Version:

Anyway, he still loses Cosmo, Wanda, and Poof, and naturally they think the memory wipe worked.

So obviously, once timmy turned 18, he could no longer remember Cosmo, Wanda, or Poof, or at least he was supposed to not remember. Something somewhere along the Memory Wipe Process failed, and he was able to retain his memories of them.

Look at V2 for how he remembers.

Now, to answer the question, everyone's probably been thinking since I said he didn't get with Trixie, Is "who did timmy end up with?." And the answer is Tootie. He ends up marrying tootie after high school, unfortunately making Vicky his Sister in Law. The good thing is that both of them are no-contact with her, making it not really a problem. He has two kids:Tammy and Tommy(his kids from channel chasers)

Anyway, after tootie gets a job in dimmadelphia, they have to move there, and just so happen to move in to the apartment on the left side of Cosmo and Wanda's, making it quite awkward when the two of them introduce themselves to the neighbors.

Aj offers timmy a job at the Galax Institute, which basically consists of just visiting and chatting with AJ Every day, which he doesn't mind. To him, the pay is a bonus.its a rather rewarding "job" for him. AJ just knew he was in need of a job but knew he didn't have the intellectual prowess for the actual work.

He becomes good friends with Marcus Wells, which is how he met Hazel. Him and Hazel have a good friendship. He likes that she is so optimistic about everything. Eventually, being grown, he does tell her that he was Cosmo and Wanda's last godkid, which doesn't surprise her, but does shock her that he remembered cosmo and wanda.

So naturally, after that, Timmy reunites with Comso and Wanda genuinely. Also, he totally cried at how his baby God brother is now an adult.

Edit:

Okay, I forgot to do this, but I was gonna talk about his Overbite/Buck teeth. Like the summary said, he does get them fixed, which I did look up, and you can get an overbite aligned, and also had he kept the overbite like shown in channel chasers, he probably had P A I N in his teeth, because according to the websites I looked at, Overbites can start to hurt if not fixed. (I myself have a slight overbite and I can actually kind of verify this, because sometimes my bottom teeth will just feel weird..like not in pain but not normal.)

So yeah, Timmy gets his Overbite aligned and doesn't have pains.

[feelmyskinonyourskin]

Not a thot but a question, do you have any headcanons for Frank/Matt/Bucky?

Ohhh yeah I have a few. Thanks for your patience, I wanted to respond to this when I could sit and think and type everything out on my computer, not on my phone. Normal HCs at the top, spicy stuff below the cut.

Matt

Okay so I had this friend in highschool who was beyond disgusted by peanut butter, no allergy just totally hated the stuff. Like wouldn't kiss his girlfriend if she'd eaten it recently. I feel like Matt has an extreme food ick like this. Def not peanut butter but something like olive oil maybe? With his sensitive senses he gags when he even gets a whiff of whatever it is.

Speaking of peanut butter, I think it's a food staple of Matt's. The man can't take care of himself, so cooking full meals is just not a thing for him. So 2AM, back from patrol and he needs something to eat. Matt just eats PB straight out of the jar with a spoon like I did for meals in college.

Frank

Loves karaoke. Well, used to when he lived a more normal life. I don't think he sings amazingly well, but he doesn't care. He plays guitar obviously and Col. Shoonover mentioned his impressions skills, so that all concludes me to the fact the Frank likes to sing. He sings to himself/along with the radio when he's driving by himself between jobs. A lot of John Denver and Elton John.

For a holiday/birthday/anniversary gift one year he absolutely recorded Maria a CD of him playing and singing a few of her favorite songs. He'd probably do the same for you too if you were dating.

Bucky

Has a bit of a video game addiction. He was so fascinated by Stark tech at the fair, that I imagine he loves learning about everything that has come along since, but really got hooked on video games. I'm thinking your standard XBOX, Nintendo or Playstation games like the MLB/Baseball game and the Mario collection. Not big on first person shooter games like Call of Duty cause he's lived it obviously. But he can literally spend hours playing like FIFA or something. Absolutely gets on live to play with Sam, AJ, and Cass all the time.

Spicy Thots under the cut, 18+ please, I tried to keep it gender neutral in terms of x reader

Matt

Is really touchy during sex and also not during sex. Since the visual stimulation of sex obviously isn't there for him, he makes up for it by always having to be pressed against you fully or by having hands roaming and groping everywhere.

But also not during sex he's always grounding himself to you by being pressed as close to you as possible. Only time he isn't is when he's in a Matty Mood™ and feels like he doesn't deserve you or you deserve better or whatever Catholic guilt BS he tells himself. He gets over it eventually.

I feel like he likes really intimate sex but also is really playful during it as well. We saw a glimpse of this in She Hulk but I also think his just generally flirty demeanor hints at this. I'm talking like does things to make you giggle in the middle of sex.

Man also has a bit of a breeding kink. He's absolutely not ready to be a parent because his life is in shambles and as much as he loved his dad, he did not have good parental examples in his life, but regardless of his partner's gender or bodily anatomy, he likes the idea of filling you up, knocking you up and having that claim on you. I'm again blaming the Catholicism somehow.

Frank

The eye contact during sex!!!! Dude lost his whole family so anything good in his life he is afraid is going to slip away so he treasures it and takes it all in. We saw this during S2 with Beth but yeah, big guy just loves to watch every facial expression you make during sex.

He's also just really tender in bed. He's not big on kink stuff but will try it if you want but just wants to feel really connected during sex. He's mostly serious in bed but in a really beautiful and intimate way.

Mostly groans and grunts but loves to thrown in a "c'mon baby girl/boy" and begs for "just one more for me"

Bucky

I wrote a whole spiel about my Bucky bedroom hcs, but here's some more.

Of the three, I feel like Bucky is most playful and open to new things in bed. I don't think any of them are open to a full on Daddy kink, dom-sub kind of play but Bucky is the most likely to lean into elements and try things. After his time being under someone else's control I think he likes to feel a little in control, especially of his own body and sex life. But again, not fully into that type of dynamic. Like he might like to boss you around a little or call you dirty names in bed. Afterall, 1940s Bucky was a total flirt and very smooth with the ladies, so it stands to reason in bed he'd still bring some of that out.

[gunnrblze]

Till Death, pt 1

Keegan x Ajax series! This was supposed to be lighthearted and funny tbh but as always, I had to insert decades long yearning and desire and longing, silly me smh. I apologize if any of it’s confusing, I’m not very good with writing scenes of only two people with the same pronouns, so the use of he/him may get a little mistakable with who exactly I’m referring to. Also the writing is just kinda all over the place lol enjoy that.

༄ 1500k+ words, mild mention of dick and ass but no smut (yet?), so mdni idc, yearning in the full definition of the word, sap fest fr

Mornings always came a little dreadfully at first on base. Pushing through the initial exhaustion from the day before was never easy. Especially knowing you’d be doing the same menial tasks all over again.

Something made it a little easier whenever Keegan caught wind of Alex, though.

Alex moved like a body of water, somehow smoother and more fluid than the rest of the clunking boots around them. Keegan knew it was a slippery slope whenever he admired his smile for a bit too long, or the way he felt his heart catch whenever Alex slung his arm around his shoulders.

He knew their erotic jokes didn’t mean much. It was all in good fun, anyway. Hell, all the guys made jokes like that with one another. It didn’t mean anything, unless it did. But Keegan knew it didn’t.

Didn’t. Unless maybe Alex felt it too. Felt his pulse quicken or his pants get tighter around his crotch whenever he saw Keegan crack a rare little grin, or catch him shirtless in the showers after training.

Maybe that was just the thing about the military. You could joke here and slap an ass there with your fellow men, but the second you started dreaming about your lips against his or your cock anywhere but your own pants or fist, it was different.

Keegan didn’t mind too much, though. He didn’t have time to mind. From the moment he woke up above Alex in the barracks every morning, to the moment he fell asleep in the same spot every night, he was busy with everything else that went on.

So if he had to pretend the sound of Alex snoring wasn’t imprinted into his mind already, then so be it. He could push past the fact that Alex was near him practically all day. Slept below him and trained with him, ate with him, worked with him, goofed off with him like idiots. He’d ignore that he could identify the broad man by his scent alone.

And Alex would simply do the same. He would allow himself only a few minutes a day to really think about those deep blue eyes that followed him. To really think about how his own eyes would trace over the bottom of the bunk above him at night, trying to map out the lines of where he imagined Keegan’s body rested on top.

The setup was okay. They were both avoidant enough to ignore the lingering glances and touches. Morning trainings came and went, mealtimes and meetings and daily work flashed by like the hands on a clock.

And they pretended. Pretended that seeing the other hurt in the field or taking on enemies too great a size didn’t tear at their heartstrings when it was all said and done.

This wasn’t a job that allowed attachment. It was too fast moving. Everyday was the same on base, but things moved too quickly to really claim a stake anywhere.

Except Keegan and Alex seemed to follow one another, whether intentionally or not. From basic recruit training to joining Task Force Stalker and becoming Ghosts together, where one man went the other followed.

Just how they liked it.

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“Ajax, rise and shine, pretty boy” Keegan’s grumbly voice would stir the large man in his bunk, tossing over and rubbing the few hours of sleep from his eyes.

“Again with the nickname?” Ajax’s tone was too riddled with exhaustion for Keegan to decipher his true level of annoyance, but he knew the man too well.

“You seemed to dislike ‘AJ’ so we’re just trying to freshen it up, sue me” he answered, giving the man a pat to the cheek and not even trying to hide his smirk before walking toward the door.

“Right, get outta here and make yourself useful, Russ” Ajax retorted with a gruff chuckle as he rose from his bed, stiff muscles and joints already aching. He’d been a marine so long he wasn’t sure if his body was cracking from the exertion, or if every guy in their mid 20s had the lower back pain comparable to an elderly mans.

A smirk adorned his face too though, despite himself. Keegan’s short huff of laughter wasn’t nearly as melodic as it always sounded to him, but it bounced off the hallway of the barracks and right into his eardrums nonetheless, worming its way into that warm, gooey part of his heart that he chose to keep shut up. For the greater good, of course.

Ajax didn’t ever seem to be too deterred by early mornings, despite his initial disdain upon opening his eyes and seeing even the slightest sliver of light. He could make the best out of what felt like the worst. Even PT at 0500 hours, wide smile lighting up the room in a way that had every other soldier wanting to slap it right off his pretty face. His charm felt like a hand around Keegan’s throat, squeezing and squeezing and threatening to cut off his air supply, lest he shut it down before he gets comfortable with the idea of not breathing.

It was like that everyday. Keegan would watch him both up close and from afar, opting to observe everything instead of speak like the other man tended to, apparently. He wouldn’t typically favor being surrounded by a guy who couldn’t seem to shut up, but when it was Ajax’s deep voice that bass lined the walls of the armory while he was cleaning his M40, well, how could one dare complain?

Ajax was too tactful not to notice Keegan’s staring, of course. He wasn’t stupid, too perceptive not to see the way the man’s eyes raked over him, all of him. Deep blues combing over every inch of his being as if he were noticing the man for the first time. It was something he’d done from the days they’d met in basic training.

Keegan’s silent once overs used to deter Ajax from wanting to get to know the man better, assuming he had to have some kind of unspoken issue with him. But Ajax quickly found that Keegan’s voice just didn’t seem to come naturally to the man, maybe it was better for him to look than speak? It didn’t quite explain why he had to look at him like that, he was just thankful that the hot blush was masked on his dark cheeks whenever Keegan’s eyes not so inconspicuously studied the way his uniform stretched around his biceps, or the way the water rolled off his ass in the shower.

It was almost so blatant at times that Ajax felt as if he knew the man had something more going on in his mind. But he didn’t indulge himself in the idea. The idea that these lingering glances meant anything other than Keegan’s keen perception subtly making itself known. The near brooding man looked that same way at everything. From his rifle to his superiors teachings to the landscapes during recon missions, Keegan took in all the details that he could.

But it didn’t stop Ajax from feeling like it was something special. Something that made his heart clench and mind go fuzzy for half a second because Keegan was watching him. He could look at the other privates, watch his back wherever he went as if some pre-installed hyper vigilance riddled his system, but he was observing Ajax.

Keegan’s approach of looking but not speaking seemed to mirror that of Ajax’s. He could talk to Keegan all he wanted, but if he really found himself staring the way his eyes begged for permission to, he’d get lost in the man. His eyes so deep and blue that Ajax didn’t even care how cheesy it felt to compare them to the Pacific.

Mealtimes felt like a reprieve from the rough routine they endured everyday, and Keegan found himself relishing even in the manner Ajax ate in. It wasn’t ever too long before his eyes found their way back to the dark brown ones that would sit across from him. Was he jealous when Ajax would wrap an arm around the waist of the soldier next to them? Joking and laughing in a way that he only wished he could reciprocate? No, he wagered. He just didn’t like Private Brooks and that stupid horse laugh of his, that’s all.

“Gonna eat that, Keeg? You know I’ll take it” Ajax would toss a joking wink to Keegan when his fork shuffled around the mush of peas on his tray. He felt like a damned schoolboy again, swapping lunch trays with his friend whenever he didn’t like part of his meal. But the smile Ajax gave him seemed to make the noise in his head disappear if only for a moment, pearly teeth contrasting against velvety dark skin.

Keegan’s heart thrummed as he walked across base to work, boots clanking on the pavement in time with the muscle that threatened to explode from behind his ribcage if he thought about that damned smile for any longer.

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[zoe-is-amazingg]

Can please have Ajax smut with this prompt

“I can’t believe you’re this innocent…” 💕💕

I can't believe your this innocent

Dom!Ajax Petropoulos X Inno!Reader

W/C - 1.3 K

Summary - You and Ajax are just friends, but what if Ajax can't take it anymore and you walk in on him doing something unforgettable?

Warnings - mentions of sex, smut (P in V), hand job, thigh riding, choking.

A/N - Sorry if I haven't been posting recently, I've been at school doing exams! Request anything at my blog people I write for are here ✶ and to get into my taglist here ✶

DISCLAIMER! - Ajax has hair in this (sorry not sorry!)

Just look at how pretty it is though! I want to touch it!

You and Ajax were a team, that was for sure, you both never really knew that each other were both crushing on each other. Recently, The Hyde came out and slowly started attacking people and you've just become all jumping as soon as something touched you and Ajax noticed this and slowly thought that it was his fault that you were terrified of everything.

"Come to my room, Y/N. Pleasee?" Ajax's voice rings in your ear from the speaker of your phone. You were stubborn and Ajax knew that. But if anyone was to get you out of your room it was Ajax. His voice was soft, like he was doing something from his side of the line. You nod and somehow Ajax heard it from his end.

"Shit." He groans. You hang up on him, thinking something was wrong. You get ready as quickly as possible and practically run to his dorm. You open the door without any warning, and you see something you never thought you see this year. Ajax's cock in his hand (anyone's for that matter).

You didn't know what was coming out of it, but you wanted to unsee it. "Aj? What are you doing?" You mutter out. He chuckles darkly at your comment and pats the seat next to him. You were absolutely shocked. But instead of going back outside, you close the door and sit down next to him. He presses a kiss up against your lips and you jerk backwards.

"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N." He chuckles shaking his head. You shake your head in denial, this couldn't be happening, you had a crush on him, he's a guy that will "never" like you. Until today, apparently. "I can't believe your this innocent, you haven't even worked it out in your pretty little head."

"I haven't worked out what?" You croak out, your eyes fixed on the long member in his hands. He places another kiss but on your cheek this time and smirks. "I like you and you better finish what you started."

"What did I start?" You ask and he grabs your hand and places it over his cock. "Everything. Now just move your hand back and forth like the pretty girl you are."

You start to move your hand against is cock ever so slowly, Ajax's reaction was so appealing to you for some reason, the reaction he was having, you wanted it too, you wanted to feel whatever he was feeling in his head. He groans out as he mutters out, "Faster."

As he says that you do so, and to Ajax's reaction, you know you're doing well. His groans sound appreciating and filled with an emotion you've never experienced before. He cups your chin with his hand and kisses you as your hand continues to move between the two of you. He moves his hand from your chin and moves it too your cheek and rubs his thumb on the crease of your lips.

You've never done this before, so your terrified of what will happen after. Some pre-cum slowly beads out of his cock and you wipe it away with your thumb. He groans at this, with your hand moving, the feeling was too much, he can't take it anymore. "Shit, I'm close, I love your hand around me." He says through his teeth.

Cum slowly flows out of his cock and you move your hand away thinking you're both done, but Ajax kisses you and pulls you onto his thigh needlingly. He grabs your waist and he pulls your head down so his lips are resting practically on your ear. "Come on, Y/N, now it's now my turn to make you feel good." He trails kisses down your neck and slowly uses his hands to move your cunt against his thigh through your shorts

"Oh shit." You moan out in surprise of how nice it actually feels. "What other words can I make you say." You nod your head twice quickly as He continues to rock your body back and forth against his own thigh. He lifts you up and unbuttons the shorts you're wearing and pulls them down your legs with your panties. He takes off his t-shirt and you look at the obvious abs that you usually don't see at school with his uniform that, let's be honest, makes him look lanky and skinny.

He rubs his thumb against your clit and grabs a condom with his other hand. He opens the wrapper and looks at you. "Y/N, Are you sure?" You're not really sure, but that's the thing, you feel that if you don't do it now, you'll never be ready. "Yes, Aj, I'm sure." He nods and puts the condom on his cock before pushing you on your back on the single bed and getting on top of you.

He slowly pushes himself into your entrance and places love bites everywhere on your neck, slowly sucking in-between every bite. He guides himself in and out of you and you moan in response. He kisses every single area above your waist and enjoys every second of it, practically eating you alive. He slowly raises his hand around your neck and puts just enough pressure that it feels so damn good. As his movements gets faster, the pressure from his hand around your neck slowly gets tighter.

"Fuck, Aj." You moan. "That's right, you pretty girl, -shit- take my cock like a good girl" The moans you were filling the room with fueled ajax, making his hips thrust up until your both chanting each other's names. His hand slowly releases your neck and trails down your body, his fingertips giving you goosebumps.

"Shit, 'm close." You mumble out, your body wanting to give itself up to Ajax forever, with you with that thought not far away. Your body spasms as Ajax's thrusts become sloppy and his hands grab at your hips as yours going to his hair. "Same, pretty girl."

That nickname makes a shiver run down your spine for the fifth time tonight. "Release for me now, pretty girl." You finally let go of the tightening feeling in your stomach and moan as a feeling of lust and neediness washes over you like a tidal wave. He releases too and pulls out of you slowly. After you both get dressed and you almost leave his apartment, he presses a kiss against your lips and winks. "See you at school pretty girl."