#Drew Watkins

[we-players]

Drew Watkins as The Red Queen in Adventures with Alice in Golden Gate Park - come follow Alice through park and trail, over hill and dale, through forest and glen. Two weekends of this production remain and tickets won't last!

Photo by the inimitable Tracy Martin

https://www.weplayers.org/2024-adventures-with-alice-in-golden-gate-park

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i am actually winning the idgaf war

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Exploring the Depths of Jazz: Jackie McLean's "Bluesnik"

Introduction: A Sonic Canvas Unveiled In jazz, certain albums stand as timeless artifacts, capturing the spirit, innovation, and virtuosity of an era. Alto saxophonist Jackie McLean’s “Bluesnik” is undoubtedly one of these treasures, a masterpiece that not only showcases the brilliance of its creator but also paints a vivid portrait of the hard bop landscape in the early 1960s. The Birth of…

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'The American Society of Magical Negroes' is Trying to Make Us All Feel Better. Does It Put in the Right Effort?

'The American Society of Magical Negroes' is Trying to Make Us All Feel Better. Does It Put in the Right Effort?

Do they find the magic? (CREDIT: Focus Features) Starring: Justice Smith, David Alan Grier, An-Li Bogan, Drew Tarver, Michaela Watkins, Aisha Hinds, Nicole Byer, Rupert Friend, Aaron Jennings, Tim Baltz Director: Kobi Libii Running Time: 105 Minutes Rating: PG-13 for Inflammatory and Cathartic Comments Release Date: March 15, 2024 (Theaters) What’s It About?: You know those movies with Black…

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First look at Focus Features upcoming film THE AMERICAN SOCIETY OF MAGICAL NEGROES directed by Kobi Libii. Starring:

Justice Smith

David Alan Grier

An-Li Bogan

Drew Tarver

Michaela Watkins

Aisha Hinds

Tim Baltz

Rupert Friend

Nicole Byer

Releasing in theaters March 22nd, 2024

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tags for characters ( part one ).

agatha cavanaugh ( emily carey, 22 ).

amelia canberk née benoit ( adelaide kane, 31 ).

bethany jean prescott ( madelyn cline, 27 )

caroline gallagher ( sabrina carpenter, 26 ). 

constance o’brien ( jennifer aniston, 54 ).

delilah dubois ( jessica chastain, 47 ).

devin watkins ( margot robbie, 33 ).

drew watkins ( madison iseman, 28 ). 

elias wilkes ( calahan skogman, 31 ).

esther prynne ( kennedy walsh, 24 ).

forest mcallister ( wolfgang novogratz, 28 ).

gabriel cruzado-lamenza ( josh andrés rivera, 28 ).

gideon crowley ( sam corlett, 27 ).

honor wilkes née o’brien ( danielle galligan, 31 ).

hudson pryor ( miles teller, 36 ).

indiana williams ( abigail cowen, 27 ). 

isidora armstrong ( giorgia whigham, 26 ).

jasper carmichael-morelli ( milo ventimiglia, 46 ).

karlie fischer ( naomi roestel, 27 ).

karolina kovalenko ( alice pagani, 25 ). 

lucas graves ( matthew daddario, 36 ).

lucifer scratch ( jeffrey dean morgan, 59 ).

lyra wickham ( kathryn newton, 27 ).

madison harper ( danielle rose russell, 24 ). 

maisie fitzroy ( corinna kopf, 28 ).

matilda anderson ( sarah jeffery, 27 ).

molly taylor linnaeus ( madelyn cline, 27 ).

montana williams ( abigail cowen, 27 ).

nina tohska ( dua lipa, 28 ).

oriana arslan ( aslihan malbora, 28 ).

[kennamchugh]

"The American Society of Magical Negroes" Flip Turns

Produced and directed by Kobi Libii, The American Society of Magical Negroes follows Aren, played by Justice Smith. He joins a magical group of negroes to help make white people’s lives easier. Everything seems fine until Aren follows his heart instead of what the ASOMN tells him to do. The satire premieres at The Sundance Film Festival in 2024. The cast includes Justice Smith, David Alan…

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Chapters

GIVE THEM MY ALL PROLOGUE

pairing paige bueckers x fem x nika mühl

warnings includes angst, smut, swearing, heartbreak, and cheating.

featuring: angel reese , azzi fudd , kim mulkey , steph curry , jason williams , drew bueckers , juju watkins.

lysandra, Nika, and Paige always have had a complicated relationship as friends. Whether it was them taking care of you when injured, going on shopping sprees together, or accidentally sleeping with your best friends.

she met them before she even started playing for uconn. it was their personal duty trying to make her commitment official during the recruiting process. she first had hopes of being a tiger as she had many visits with coach mulkey who guided her with confidence and helped her believe in herself, it wasnt until the visit with uconn that changed lysandras mind.

nika and paige promised her the world and everything she could ever want. when she first started playing for the women's basketball program there, it's now her senior year at UConn which sparks a new chapter in her experience at the basketball capital of the world.

her year is now filled with trials and tribulations between 2 girls having to pick the right one for her and her dreams. It didn’t come as a shock to her when both of the girls revealed that they were falling head over heels for her.

it was a obvious choice when it came to her, lysandra new it was always going to be her even when you tried to hide from her love. the sweetest woman on earth who finally became hers.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

LYSANDRA ONFROY ��� UCONNS POWER FORWARD

NIKA MÜHL — UCONNS POINT GUARD

PAIGE BUECKERS — UCONNS SHOOTING GUARD

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Landline

Modern!Aemond x Modern!Y/N

Warnings: SFW

A/N: this is mainly dialogue through a phone

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“Sometimes I think Professor Watkins has it in for me,” Bryony, your nearest and dearest friend, stated as she kicked the long grass; both of you on your weekend hike across the hills in your nearest countryside,

��Why?” You snorted, pulling your heavy water bottle out of your backpack and chugging it like you were in a desert,

“He’s always gunning for me, always, like he never stops asking me such stupid questions!” Suddenly she got annoyed, kicking the head off a Daisy as you reached the peak of the final hill. The views were outstanding, a green river of treetops swaying in the wind; a light blue hue grazing atop the trees that made the sky go on forever; a few spotted people enjoying their walk on this brisk spring day. You turned to your friend as she breathed in the beautiful, fresh air that filled her lungs before she hit her vape. Irony at its finest.

“You know you’ll die one day smoking them,” you laughed, pulling your backpack to your feet, “all those chemicals.” You added,

“At least I’ll die happy,” she sighed and the smoke blew out, swirling in the air and escaping her, “and young.” She added, laughing, knocking you with her elbow.

Both of you continued your walk, talking and whispering about your student lives as your apartment block, white and bright, came into view. Your calves ached as you dropped your heavy bag at the door, shutting and bolting the door after promising a wine night with Bryony later. Your hairband came tangled in your hair after the wind threw you to and fro for the last 20 minutes of your one hour and twenty minute walk, you pulled harshly, hissing when like half of your head came out with it. The shower hit your skin, the sharp pellets cleaning out your pores as you let yourself relax, massaging your calves deeply with your calloused knuckles.

Wrapping a clean towel around your hair, you began your skin routine, rubbing coconut oil over your legs and arms to the point you felt you could slip through the small gap in your door. By the kitchen counter, your empty fruit bowl lays unhappily and you made a comment to finally buy some bananas or something and fulfill your New Year’s resolution… eating more fruit. As you sat, with a nice glass of iced water, your normally silent landline rang; bouncing off your quiet walls.

Perplexed, with broken acrylic nails, you pulled the phone to your ear,

“Hello?” You asked, tapping your nails on the counter,

“Hello,” the voice was male and gruff, slightly feminine, a voice you had never heard before,

“Ummm… who is this?” You questioned, somehow your patience wearing thin,

“Aemond, am I calling Aegon?” He said, his voice slightly wavering towards the end,

“No, this is y/n,” you laughed, endeared by his realisation he called the wrong number,

“Oh! Oh! I’m sorry, I hope I didn’t bother you?”

“No, of course you didn’t.” You smiled, ending the phone on him and sighed. That voice was very calming, what was his name? Aemond? What an odd sounding name, you had definitely never heard that name before and even with modern day technology, your parents had begged you to have a landline so your grandparents could call you and check in with you.

The night drew in, the wine was poured, the comfy pyjamas were on and your favourite k drama as you and Bryony snuggled up together, popping crisps in your mouth as you shouted at the TV. Bryony was absolutely fawning over the attractive male lead, she was actually blushing over him every time he came on screen, kicking her feet… the whole works. The wine made you sleepy and you dropped off over her shoulder.

The dawning sun shot through your living room window, the orange light painting the cream floors as you woke up with an agonising crick in your neck, still against Bryony.

“Morning, sleepy.” She smiled, flicking through TikTok. Your heart puttered against your chest because your friend had been awake for some time and hadn’t moved, she kept you asleep for almost two hours.

“Ugh, what time is it?” You asked, covering your eyes from the sunlight,

“About 8 AM,” she smiled, “you look tired, go back to bed.”

“No, I have an essay to bash out,” you groaned, rubbing your sore temples as you stood on your feet, “matcha?” Bryony nodded. You slaved over your milk and matcha powder for a good fifteen minutes before the drink was perfect, both of you continued the episode of your k drama that you were watching last night.

Bryony had left at 11AM and at 1PM you were halfway through your essay, your head aching from looking at a bright screen for almost two hours so you decided now was the right time for lunch. Normally, you had a chicken salad but you were due a grocery shop and had in only tinned tomato soup… it wouldn’t fill you but you definitely couldn’t be fucked to pop down to the corner store to fetch something more filling so you plopped the liquid into the pan, waiting for it to boil when the landline rang.

“Hey,” you said, resting it between your ear and shoulder as you buttered a bread bun,

“Hey, Aegon,” the same guy from yesterday said, somewhat melancholy, you laughed loudly,

“You’ve got the wrong number again, Edmund,” you licked your fingers,

“Oh, fuck!” You could hear him smack his head, “I’m so sorry, again and it’s Aemond not Edmund.” He laughed, a breathy kind of laugh that had your heart almost racing. Ew, get a grip of yourself, he’s literally accidentally called you twice!

“No worries, Aemond. I hope you eventually call this Aegon guy,” you said, amused,

“Seeing as I’ve called you twice now, can you remind me of your name?” He asked,

“Y/N,” you smiled, “it’s a pretty easy one to remember.”

“It definitely is, it’s also simply a pretty name.” He replied. Was he flirting with you? It was so odd.

“Thank you, Aemond,” you laughed, “it’s been good to talk to you?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, you could tell his head threw back slightly because his voice distanced from the phone, “it’s been good to speak to you too.” He ended the call and you had stared at the phone for some time when you placed it in the holder, before rushing to your stove as the boil began to spill over the side.

Cuddled up on your sofa, your fluffy blanket wrapped around your body, a sore head from so much thinking but thankfully you finished your essay and was having some much needed you-time. The phone rang. You groaned as you shuffled in your comfy socks as you picked it up.

“Hey grandma, you okay?” Despite having two calls prior to this one from that one boy, you genuinely assumed it would be your grandparents.

“Hey, no, sorry, it’s Aemond,” the revelation had you rolling your eyes, it was getting annoying now that he kept calling,

“Oh, Aemond. Did you call me by accident again?” You asked,

“No!” He exclaimed, “no, I didn’t, I wanted to call you well… because I really liked your laugh and just.. wanted to get to know you I guess.” This information had you sitting at the barstool,

“You wanted to get to know me?” You repeated, a slight amusement in your voice,

“Is that wrong?”

“No, it’s just interesting,” You smiled, hopefully he knew you were, “but why don’t you get my mobile number? It could be easier to get to know me that way.”

“I don’t have a mobile phone, only a landline, that’s probably why I keep getting my brother’s number wrong.” He said, somewhat shyly,

“Why don’t you have a mobile phone?” You cocked your head, resting the phone between your shoulder and ear,

“Ummm… mainly because I prefer to live offline and most people I know have a landline so… why get one?” He said. Based on the very little information you had on this man, he seemed peculiar. He had no phone. Constantly got numbers wrong and wanted to get to know you based solely on your laugh. It was a bit weird, most people could agree.

“Interesting,” you hummed, feeling slightly bored,

“Tell me an interesting fact about you then.” That had you thinking deeply about yourself, there wasn’t much interesting or exciting about you because you didn’t do much apart from studying and going on a weekly hike. So sadly you were going to let him down by saying,

“There’s nothing interesting about me,”

“I’m sure there is, y/n,” he said, “everyone has something interesting.”

“You start then,” you quickly said, trying to buy time to think of something exciting that would make him want to talk to you more,

“I have one eye,” he cleared his throat, you scrunched your eyebrows wondering if he was actually telling the truth. Rule number one of talking to strangers… most of them catfish you. Rule number two of talking to strangers… most of them make up wild shit.

“One eye?” You repeated, disbelieving him,

“Yeah, I bet it’s weird to hear about but I really do,” his voice shook with a chuckle,

“How did you lose it?” You played with the ring on your index finger, waiting for him to answer,

“I got into a fight when I was younger, I have a complicated family, and my nephew who is only slightly younger than me sliced my eye out,” he was laughing as he said it and you boiled that down to becoming so numb to his reality that all he could do was laugh about it,

“That is horrific,” you said, “did it hurt?”

“Of course it did, it was the worst pain in the world, I would never put anyone through that, not even my worst enemy,” he laughed, cracking his knuckles,

“And who’s your worst enemy?” You asked, picking at your nails,

“My sister,” he answered immediately,

“Your family sounds complicated,” you smiled, shaking your head,

“Definitely. But I’m a lone wolf, I tend to separate myself from them,” he said. Yep. He was definitely a bit weird. But sometimes the best families were a bit complicated.

“Well then,” you exhaled, “turns out I have nothing as interesting as that. I have both of my eyes.” He laughed at your joke,

“What’s it like to see out of both eyes?” His laugh came from his throat, it was slightly strained,

“Normal. What’s it like to see out of one?” You asked,

“Normal.” Both of you chuckled, “I should probably let you go now, it’s getting late,” you looked at the clock and saw that it was nearing midnight,

“Yeah, I have an early start tomorrow,” you said, “it was nice talking to you.”

“Same to you, call the same time tomorrow, if that’s what you’d like?”

“I’d like that.”

*

The day you had was stressful to say the least because you had your Professor on your ass all day about taking up tutoring for the first years, two years below you. You were unsure, not even 50% sure about the tutoring because the imposter syndrome in your medical studies was so strong that it was something you thought about every day and every lecture. So you came home, kicked off your shoes and poured yourself a large glass of white wine and sat in the darkness of your living room. The silence was broken by the phone ringing, you padded your feet towards it, collapsing on the stool.

“Hey,” you said, “Aemond?”

“Yep, it’s me again,” he chuckled, “how was your day?”

“Stressful. My professor wants me to tutor the first years, but I don’t believe I’m good enough to do it and I’ve said this to him but he just won’t stop jabbering on.” You sighed, taking a gulp of your wine,

“Why don’t you think you’re good enough?” A shuffle rang through the phone,

“Mainly because I got into the course by going through clearing. I’ve got here simply by chance, not by being smart,” you shrugged, resigned to your fate,

“Your course is?”

“Medicine.” He laughed, heartily,

“Of course you’re good enough! Only the smartest people can get onto a medicine course, clearing or not,” his mouth spread into a smile, you could hear it so naturally your mouth journeyed into one as well,

“Thanks, Aemond,” you replied, a blush rising to your cheeks, looking down at the counter slightly embarrassed about getting shy around someone you had never met before,

“It’s Edmund actually,” he joked, his laugh breathy and deep,

“Don’t lie,” you giggled back, “anyway, I should probably head to bed.”

*

After a couple of days, probably a week, you found yourself waiting by the phone, eager for him to call and you’re unsure whether it was because you started to feel some connection for him or whether it was just a nice thing to do during the evening. Every evening, he called at 5PM, ready with baited breath you picked up the phone, bringing it to your ear and waiting for his deep, almost feminine voice,

“Hey y/n,” he said, his knuckles cracking,

“Hi Aemond,” you smiled, a little too eager for your liking and all conversations started like that, continuing through to a deep conversation surrounding life, experience and something philosophical,

“What is a chair?” He asked, munching down the phone,

“Something you sit on,” you said, rolling your eyes. It was now week 2 that you had been talking with Aemond and it quickly became a routine,

“How do we know it’s a chair?” He questioned, his voice having a slight lilt to it,

“Because we’re conditioned to believe it is one?” It came out as a question because it seriously dumbed you when he came out with such interesting theories,

“Hmm… cool,” he said, his mind obviously far away, “hey, y/n?”

“Yes Aemond?”

“I’ve really enjoyed talking to you, it’s been a highlight to be honest,” his voice became somewhat shy and your heart melted into a small puddle at the bottom of your stomach,

“I’ve really enjoyed this too, Aemond,” you said and then realised, “but I don’t even know your last name,”

“Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen,” he chuckled,

“That’s such a unique name, Aemond, where does that come from?” You asked, popping a chocolate coin in your mouth and sucking on it,

“Somewhere old, I’m not even sure myself,” he laughed, “but yeah it’s a pretty cool name.”

*

You and Bryony walked through the mall, mooching around for some kind of birthday night out outfit for a mutual friend who was going to Magic Mike in the coming month. It proved to be difficult though because you had no idea what people wore there, every TikTok has just come up with naked men dancing and not a single outfit check. The day was nearing 5 and you were itching to get home, to have that nice chat with Aemond that you always looked forward too. It was a special moment between you two, like nothing else existed in the world, just the both of you. Maybe it was time to finally meet, you knew he lived quite far away but you would make that distance just to possibly see his face and maybe take that a bit further. You knew you felt something for him, the way your heart slowed whenever he spoke and the way it sped up when he laughed. Even thinking about his laugh made your cheeks heat up and your mouth form into a small smile.

With your bags that you shoved at the door, you ran towards your kitchen island, sitting there like a sad puppy waiting for the call to come through. You looked at the clock: 4:59. Tapping your fingers against the table, you waiting for a minute… for two… for three until Aemond hadn’t called you at 5:30. You wished you had his number saved so maybe you could call him, but you didn’t. He always called you so you felt you didn’t need it, so you waited for three hours, hopelessly waiting for his call. But it never came.

Even a month later, the call never came. At your friend’s birthday, when all the girls were having fun, throwing fake money at the dancers and hollering at their body rolls, you were thinking about where he had disappeared too. Was it something you said? Did you come off too strong? For the past month you had been thinking about what you could’ve done wrong. Bryony tried asking why you were so down, but she wouldn’t understand, no one could. How could you explain that you started crushing on a man you had never met?

During your lecture, scribbling down notes in your italic handwriting, a notification came through on your phone. At first you ignored it, focused more on naming every muscle in the body with your gingerbread chart. But once you had finished, shaking your sore wrist, you picked up your phone. Numerous notifications, mainly from Bryony who had been on five dates with the same guy and it was going nowhere. But an interesting BBC headline caught your eye.

Conservative Leader pays homage to his brother

3:23PM 16/04/24

Leader of the Opposition arrived at the annual Targaryen Spring party exclaimed fiercely about the love for his Late brother, Aemond Targaryen. Sir Aegon Targaryen took to the stand in front of hundreds of guests to express his sadness and gratitude for his brother, he stated:

“My brother Aemond Targaryen came across as stoic, it was hard to talk to him at times, especially when he was younger: he was incredibly stubborn,” this earned a laugh from the audience, “my brother had a lot to deal with, he was bullied from a young age and is the reason I want to put a definite end to school bullying, and when he was ten years old, his eye was sliced out in a cruel attack from a boy just a year younger than him. Affectionately, he was known as “One Eye” which definitely annoyed him at times but it was always said with love. He took his time, talking at schools and becoming one of the best criminal lawyers in the country. He died in a freak accident just a month ago, the driver of the car has since been questioned and will hopefully be imprisoned with manslaughter of my beautiful brother.” Aegon ended the speech with a toast, his mother, Alicent, obviously upset sobbed as she raised her glass to him, she named him her “beautiful son.” Written by Bob Declan, BBC News

Your eyes watered, disbelieving that this could be the Aemond you had spoken to for just over a month. In a room full of silent people, you couldn’t react to the news, you couldn’t let yourself cry over someone you technically didn’t know so you excused yourself to the bathroom. Perched in front of the mirror, hands on each side of the porcelain sink as the tears dropped and disappeared down the drain, you couldn’t stop them. You felt your heart racing as you sniffed and prayed to anything mystical that Aemond, the Aemond you had spoken to, wasn’t dead. With trembling hands, you researched Aemond Targaryen, and with bated breath you waited for the internet to speed.

There he was. Beautiful and smiling next to his family, who all had the same white hair, striking with one shiny blue eye and you just knew it was him. It came to you in an instant, that man you knew through the phone, that man you spent so many evenings talking to was dead. You would never get to meet him, you would never get to hold him in your arms and he never got to see you, with your auburn hair and kind eyes. You zoomed in on his face, a slight smirk, just like you heard through the phone, was apparent on his face and you fell in love with that face in an instant. It just made you cry harder.

[bruhainrot]

Mercedes the Playgirl (PC reference sheet)

Featured her in 2 of my dol artworks already. In case you’re wondering “who tf is she?” now you knoww.

Click more for yap

Name: Mercedes Von Hagen (DEF NOT INSPIRED BY TOT !!)

Gender: F

Likes: Money, fashion, lollipops, catnips, penguins, rollerblading

Dislikes: Demands, fire, explosions

Voice: Grace Watkins from Switch

Description:

- Drug dealer with a charismatic, mischievous persona. Blinded by money and pleasure.

- Was born in this little cat town called Pussyville. Survived a horrific massacre of the village, moved to the orphanage in Rapechestershire alongside with a few young cat people who had lost their parents

- Her goal is to simply get rich and being able to lay her hands on catnips, as soon as they hit the ground, she’s going full on monkey mode.

- Spends all her money on self indulgence, broke as hell as a result

Activities:

- Scavenges for valuables or drugs at night.

- Sells drugs, finds customers.

- Helps out Landry, gambles with Wren frequently.

- Frequent school skipper but shows up at the canteen for free grub at school whenever she’s broke.

- Fucks around, but quits and attends school more often after meeting Sydney and Whitney.

- Tries to get closer to Sydney because he’s rich, gradually develops a crush on him.

- Tries to get closer with Whitney and uses his popularity to find more drug buyers, but man whit just wants bobs and vagana.

- Used to go on dates with Avery. But unfortunately for Avery, Mercedes is like an uncontrollable dog so Avery just gave up on her. If Mercedes decides to pursue a modelling career, idk maybe he’d reconsider..

I dunno, her lore is still pretty inconsistent LOL. Still I don’t mind expanding it and such.

Saw @k0h1 doing ship templates for their pc and I was like suree I wanna do em. There are actually templates for polyamorous relationships heck yuss

I actually drew these a long time ago, now I can finally put them to use!!

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes.

Danny Phantom

Space Case by TorScrawls

Danny runs into some astronauts from NASA’s lunar mission while trying to do his homework on the moon. This leads to new friends, a new job, and eventually to Danny finding a place for himself out among the stars.

Also, Danny gets to be a gremlin in space.

“Well,” Watkins drew the word out on a sigh as she slumped against the doorframe. “We didn’t cover this in training.”

Cecilia found her eyes trained on the spot where Danny had just walked through the wall. Like a— “Is the moon haunted?!”

Watkins was silent for a long while, and when Cecilia finally managed to tear her eyes away from the wall and look at her colleague, she found her frowning at the com. "…Who's going to tell the commander?"

Emergency Contact by lexosaurus

When William Lancer answered the phone that day, little did he know that he would go from an average literature teacher and cat-dad to now the emergency foster parent for a very injured teenage ghost.

Life had a funny way of being unpredictable like that.

Tutoring Phantom by lexosaurus

It was funny. A year ago Dash was all but praying for Fenton to shut up, but now he would do anything to hear him speak.

Stranger Things

Dustin Henderson and the Lovebirds by pukner (+ podfic)

"You look like you've been mauled, dude," says Lucas. Then, after a beat, "Oh, ew."

"What the fuck," says Dustin, cottoning on, "What the fuck. This is hell, you didn't."

"Oh, I did," says Eddie, with the air of someone who's won something. He looks like the proverbial cat who's got the canary, if the canary wore polos and listened to Blondie.

"Shut up," Steve mutters, flushing as he seems to register what's happening, "Guys, it's not what you--uh, this isn't what it looks like-"

Or, five times Dustin Henderson was subjected to Eddie Munson being gross and sappy and in love with Steve Harrington, and one time Steve didn't even have to be there.

Clone Wars

I will look for you every time by unintentionalgenius

The soldier - barely more than a boy - swallows hard.

“And you’re here reporting to me because someone else is manning the rescue mission.” They’re both silent for a long moment. “Correct?”

Boil begins gingerly. She has the sense she is being handled. “The whole system went. There’s no way to get back down there. I think it was a bomb, planned. And - “ he hesitates, eyeing her face. “And no one could have survived that, sir. Not even one of us.”

“That’s impossible,” she says, instinctively.

this guy fucking sucks by Sunfl0wer78

Anakin didn't get it. The 501st was cool. Rex was great. So why was Commander Cody so... boring? And why was Obi-wan was obsessed with him? Everyone loved him. For what fucking reason.

Anakin doesn't understand Cody. Cody hates him. Maybe.

A Minor Detail by wanderingjedihistorian (RangerJedi67)

"I do apologize for the oversight,” Obi-Wan said. “I’m from a planet called Stewjon. While we look near human, we are all shapeshifters. While this is truly a minor detail in the grand scheme of things…” Cody stared incredulously. “Permission to speak freely, sir?” “Always, Cody, you know that,” he replied. “Sir, your ability to change into an otter does not qualify as a minor detail."

or, 3 times Obi-Wan's otter form came in handy on a mission and 1 time it was used for fun.

[we-players]

More of Lauren Matley's beautiful photos to continue our journey down the rabbit hole. Costumes by Brooke Jennings

[phos-phorus]

If I had the chance to start over || Launt

It got out of hand. I got lost in my own writing while listening to chances on repeat. I startet writing this fic at around 10:30pm and its now 3am so please excuse any mistakes etc and let me know if there are any!

Summary: James has had feelings for Niki for a long time now. He never ends up confessing tho and one day the despair hits him so hard he gets himself so fogged with alcohol and drugs that Niki has to come and save the day once again. Meanwhile James finally opens up about his feelings.

Silverstone

The roar of engines filled the air at Silverstone as James Hunt pulled his helmet off, shaking his golden hair free. James leaned against the pit wall, he glanced across the pit lane as his gaze fell on Niki Lauda, cool and composed, discussing strategies with his team. There was a magnetism to Niki that James couldn't quite shake off, a quiet strength and an enigmatic presence that drew him in.

James found himself watching Niki more than usual. Every precise movement, every calculated decision, and the sheer determination etched on his face fascinated James. He wondered if Niki ever noticed the stolen glances, the lingering looks. It was a fleeting thought, quickly buried beneath a brash smile and a casual shrug. James Hunt wasn't the type to dwell on feelings, especially not feelings as confusing as these.

"Hey, Hunt," a voice called, snapping him out of his reverie. It was one of the mechanics. "We filled her up. Ready for another round?"

James smirked, masking the tumultuous feelings inside. "Always am."

But as he climbed into his car, his mind still kept wandering to Niki.

Monaco

The glamour of Monaco was intoxicating, with its sun-soaked streets and opulent yachts. The competition was fierce, the stakes higher than ever. Yet, James found his thoughts straying towards Niki. They had become rivals on the track and, somehow, confidants off it. There were late-night conversations, hushed and intimate, where they shared dreams and fears over drinks.

One such night, James almost blurted it out. They were on the deck of a yacht, the sea breeze ruffling their hair. Niki was talking about his plans for the next race, but James couldn't focus. His mind was racing with words he couldn't say.

"I admire you, Niki. More than you know," He managed, his voice thick with unspoken emotions.

Niki smiled, a rare, genuine smile. "I know, James. I feel the same."

The words hung in the air, open to interpretation. James' heart pounded, but he said nothing more. The moment passed, leaving him with a bittersweet taste of what could have been.

Belgium

There was no reason for him to be this happy. After McLaren made changes to the car it became difficult to drive and James ended up lurching all over the track, holding other drivers up, and eventually retired with gearbox failure.

As the race ended and Niki emerged victorious, James found himself clapping louder than anyone else, his admiration barely contained while his engineers just scoffed at him in disbelieve. He didnt care though. He stopped doing that a long time ago.

Zandvoort

James often caught himself watching Niki, thinking about what might happen if he took the leap and confessed his love.

But he never did. Instead, he masked his feelings with a reckless lifestyle—partying, women, and substances. Each time he saw Niki's determined face, the longing in his heart grew stronger.

The celebration after James's latest victory was in full swing. Champagne flowed, laughter echoed, but James felt a hollowness inside. Across the room, Niki was engaged in conversation, his sharp features softened by a rare smile. He was talking to Marlene, a beautiful woman who seemed to be the only one who could break through Niki's stern exterior.

James's heart ached. He downed another glass of champagne, trying to drown the jealousy and longing that gnawed at him. What if he had taken that chance, back in '73? What if he had told Niki how he felt?

Watkins Glen

James stood in the shadows, watching Niki with Marlene, her laughter ringing out like a melody. He turned away, unable to bear the sight, and retreated to his hotel room. He saw them together often, and each time, a part of him shattered, and James cursed himself for never having the courage to confess his feelings. He never dared to hope.

Trying to numb the pain, he drowned his sorrows in alcohol and drugs. The party raged on, but James felt increasingly isolated, lost in his thoughts.

Tokyo

The neon lights of Tokyo painted the city in vibrant hues. The race was over, the celebration in full swing, but James was nowhere to be found.

In his hotel room, James poured himself another drink, the alcohol mixing with the drugs he'd taken earlier. The room spun around him, memories of races, laughter, and stolen glances merging into a painful blur.

He wondered what might have been if he had confessed his love. "What if I told him?" he muttered, downing most of his freshly poured drink "What if I just told him I love him?"

What-ifs and could-have-beens crashed over him in relentless waves, each one more unbearable than the last. His vision blurred, hot tears spilling over and streaming down his cheeks.

James collapsed onto the floor, staring at the ceiling as a sob ripped through him, raw and guttural, shaking his entire body. He tried to wipe at his eyes, but the tears kept coming, a torrential flood that refused to be stemmed. His fingers brushed against his cheeks, smearing the tears, mixing them with the alcohol he spilled.

Each sob grew louder, more desperate, as if he could cry out the anguish that had settled deep within his soul. Arms wrapping around his knees, he curled into himself, rocking back and forth in a futile attempt to find comfort.

His breaths came in ragged gasps, the pain in his chest tightening with every exhale as the room around him seemed to dissolve into a haze of sorrow, the shadows closing in, suffocating him with their presence.

The desperate banging on the door was muffled at first, almost as if it were part of the whirlwind in his head. James barely registered the noise, consumed entirely by his grief. It grew more insistent, a rhythmic pounding that seemed to match the frantic beat of his own heart. He heard voices calling his name, but they were distant, like a dream slipping away.

The door swung open with a force that startled him, and there, framed in the doorway, stood Niki Lauda, breathless and wide-eyed. Niki’s face was a mixture of confusion and concern, his eyes wide as he took in the scene before him.

James looked up, his vision swimming through the tears, and saw Niki standing there, silent and stunned. For a moment, everything froze. The banging on the door had stopped, replaced by an eerie silence that seemed to stretch on forever. Seeing Niki there, so vividly present when he’d only imagined him in his sorrow, was both a comfort and a fresh stab of pain.

Niki took a step forward, his eyes never leaving James’s. “James,” he said with a forced calmness, the name hanging heavily in the air. “Scheiße, James, what happened?”

"I'm sorry," he choked out between sobs, his voice barely a whisper. "I'm so, so sorry."

He didn't know who he was apologizing to—Niki, himself, the universe. It didn’t matter.

James tried to speak once more, but the words caught in his throat. He could only stare up at Niki, his emotions laid bare, his sobs a stark admission of his despair. He wiped at his face, trying to regain some semblance of composure, but the effort was futile. The weight of his sorrow and regret was too much to bear.

Niki knelt beside him, his expression a mix of sadness and empathy. He reached out a hand, carefully pulling James into a sitting position, supporting him with a firm but gentle grip. “I’m here, alright? We’ll get through this.” he said, his voice steadier than James’s own trembling hands. “Just… just breathe. In Gottes Namen was tust du dir nur an.”

James clung to Niki, his sobs finally quieting and his breathing slowing down. The room still spun, but now there was a lifeline amid the chaos.

Niki stayed with him, the weight of unspoken words hanging between them, but in that moment, the silence was enough. They sat together on the floor until Niki was convinced James wouldnt fall over or start sobbing again as soon as he let go of him.

He helped James to his feet and guided him to the couch, ensuring he was seated comfortably before moving to fetch a glass of water and some painkillers.

“You can't keep doing this to yourself. Ich kann nicht immer da sein um auf dich auf zu passen." Niki murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. " You need to stop this—drugs, alcohol. You’re destroying yourself."

James’s eyes followed every movement of Niki’s. His gaze was unwavering, even as he struggled to stay conscious. He was too weak to respond verbally, but his eyes spoke volumes, filled with a mix of regret and adoration.

Niki moved about the room, tidying up and picking up the discarded bottles with a practiced efficiency, cleaning the mess and making sure James was well enough to avoid a trip to the hospital. Despite his frustration, there was a tenderness in his touch, a silent promise that he wouldn’t leave James in this state, no matter how much James had hurt himself.

As Niki worked, James began to whisper to himself, his voice barely audible over the sound of Niki’s movements and his own ragged breathing

"If I had the chance to start over… the first person I’d seek out would be you, Niki."

Niki froze for a moment, his hand hovering over a dirty glass. He looked down, catching James’s eye for a split second. There was something in James’s gaze that made Niki pause, his heart aching despite the anger he felt.

“I should’ve... I should’ve told you, should’ve taken the chance while I could” James continued as he looked up into Niki's eyes “I would’ve done it right this time. I would’ve told you everything. I would-”

"You need to drink your water." Niki interrupted harshly as he turned to put the glass and the empty whiskey bottle on the counter.

“I’m sorry,” James whispered again, his voice breaking. “I didn’t... I didn’t know how-”

Niki leaned in to check James's pulse once more but remained silent, his presence a comforting anchor in the storm of James’s emotions. The weight of the words that James had never said lay heavily in the room.

In a halting voice, he continued, "I... I love you, Niki. I've always loved you. And I know I've messed everything up, but if I had another chance, I'd do it all differently. I'd do it right."

For a long moment, Niki said nothing, just knelt there, processing the words that hung heavy in the air. He finally shook his head slightly, as if to clear his thoughts, and resumed tending to James, his movements a little gentler now.

Making sure James was settled in bed, his head resting on a pillow and a glass of water within reach, Niki turned to leave, casting one last glance at James.

“Rest, James. We'll talk more when you're sober. I’ll be around if you need anything." he said softly, his voice lacking its earlier harshness.

He turned off the light and quietly left the room, leaving James alone in the darkness.

James lay in the darkness, tears streaming down his face once more. He had finally said it, but it felt like he had lost everything. He clung to the hope that maybe, somehow, he could fix things. But for now, he was alone, begging the universe for a chance to turn back time.

The room was silent, save for his whispered plea, "I didn’t mean for it to be this way. Please. Please, let me go back. Let me fix this."

But the past remained unchangeable, and James was left to face the consequences of his silence, his heartache echoing in the empty room.

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"Danny deserves to be put in all kinds of situations and I'm here, happily doing my part" -@torscrawls

Afterimage

Summary:

The Justice League are having trouble with a ghost and Constantine really want to deal with it before the ghost's king comes to collect his wayward subject. Bruce thinks it sounds like a good solution for someone to come and collect the untouchable enemy until he suddenly, horrifyingly, doesn't. Barry let out a yelp and Bruce instinctively flinched backwards as he could feel his skin tingling, hands spasming, muscles twitching, and hear stuttering in his chest as the electricity in the air surrounding them increased increased increased. “The king has arrived,” Constantine choked out through clenched teeth. Really, Danny just wanted to take Skulker back to the Zone.

Space Case

Summary:

Danny runs into some astronauts from NASA’s lunar mission while trying to do his homework on the moon. This leads to new friends, a new job, and eventually to Danny finding a place for himself out among the stars. Also, Danny gets to be a gremlin in space. “Well,” Watkins drew the word out on a sigh as she slumped against the doorframe. “We didn’t cover this in training.” Cecilia found her eyes trained on the spot where Danny had just walked through the wall. Like a— “Is the moon haunted?!” Watkins was silent for a long while, and when Cecilia finally managed to tear her eyes away from the wall and look at her colleague, she found her frowning at the com. "…Who's going to tell the commander?"

Epiphany

Summary:

Phantom groaned dramatically. “I know. I’m an embarrassment.” Dani nodded with a serious expression, “Yeah, you are.” They were quiet for a few seconds before they both broke out in laughter. Maddie watched the two joyous figures with an increasing sense of dread. They acted just like teenagers, like children. Maddie and Jack start to notice things in their interactions with Phantom that doesn’t fit in with their exiting theories about ghosts. But they couldn’t be wrong… Could they?

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These are the throuples that are currently in the tournament in alphabetical order by media. The bolded ones have no description and the italicised ones have no image (Last Updated: 2nd February 2025):

3 Will Be Free: Neo, Shin and Miw

A Chorus of Dragons: Kihrin D'mon, Janel Theranon and Teraeth

Agents of Shield: Jemma Simmons, Leopold Fitz and Daisy "Skye" Johnson

Arrow: Oliver Queen, John Diggle and Felicity Smoak

The Bad Guys: Snake, Wolf and Diane

Berserk: Guts, Casca and Griffith

Boy Meets World: Cory Matthews, Shawn Hunter and Topanga Lawrence

Carrie: Carrie White, Susan Snell and Tommy Ross

Dead Boy Detectives: Crystal Palace, Edwin Paine and Charles Roland

Doctor Odyssey: Avery Morgan, Tristan Silva and Max Bankman

Doctor Who: 12th Doctor, Missy and Clara

Ferris Bueller's Day Off: Ferris, Sloan and Cameron

The Golden Girls: Dorothy Zbornak, Blanche Devereaux and Rose Nylund

Guardians of the Galaxy: Peter Quill, Richard Rider and Gamora

Ice Age: Manny, Sid and Diego

The Infernal Devices: Will, Tessa and Jem

Jane Eyre: Bertha Mason, Jane Eyre and Mr. Rochester

Jurassic Park: Alan Grant, Ellie Sattler and Ian Malcolm

Keroro Gunso AKA Sgt Frog: Giroro, Dororo and Keroro

Kim Possible: Kim Possible, Ron Stoppable, and Monique

The Kingkiller Chronicle: Bast, The Chronicler and Kvothe

The Kingkiller Chronicle: Kvothe, Willem and Simmon

Lockwood & Co: Quill Kipps, Lucy Carlyle and Anthony Lockwood

Love Me To Death: Mercedes, Victor, and Enrique

Luca: Giulia, Luca and Alberto

Lupin III: Arsene Lupin III, Daisuke Jigen and Ishikawa Goemon XIII

The Man From U.N.C.L.E.: Gaby Teller, Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin

MASH: Hawkeye Pierce, Bj Hunnicut and Peg Hunnicut

Mass Effect: Garrus, Tali and Shepard

Merrily We Roll Along: Frank, Charlie and Mary

Mo Dao Zu Shi: Jin Guangyao, Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue

Monarch: Legacy of Monsters: Keiko, Bill and Lee

The Mortal Instruments: Jace, Clary and Simon

Nancy Drew: Nancy Drew, George Fayne and Ned Nickerson

The Phantom of the Opera: Erik, Raoul de Chaligny and Christine Daaé

The Picture of Dorian Gray: Dorian Gray, Basil Hallward and Lord Henry

Pinky and the Brain: The Brain, Pinky and Phar Fignewton

Pokémon Ruby/Sapphire/Emerald/Omega Ruby/Alpha Sapphire/Adventures: Maxie, Archie and Matt

Pokémon Scarlet/Violet: Clavell, Sada and Turo

Pokémon X/Y: Calem, Shauna and Serena

The Princess Bride: Fezzik, Inigo and Wesley

Project Sekai: Rui Kamishiro, Shizuku Hinomori and Tsukasa Tenma

The Road Within: Vincent, Marie and Alex

Romeo & Juliet: Romeo, Rosaline and Juliet

Sherlock & Co: John Watson, Sherlock Holmes, and Mariana Ametxazurra

Shrek: Donkey, Shrek and Fiona

Shugo Chara: Tadase, Amu and Ikuto

Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas: Sinbad, Proteus and Marina

Six of Crows: Jesper Fahey, Inej Ghafa and Kaz Brekker

Star Wars: Leia Organa, Han Solo and Chewbacca

Static Shock: Richie Foley, Virgil Hawkins and Daisy Watkins

Stranger Things: Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington and Jonathan Byer

Ted Lasso: Roy Kent, Keeley Jones and Jamie Tartt

Tokyo Ghoul: Seidou Takizawa, Akira Mado and Koutarou Amon

Totally Spies!: Clover, Alex and Sam

Transformers: Ratchet, Rodimus Prime and Drift

Twelfth Night: Viola/Cesario, Olivia and Duke Orsino

Welcome to Demon School Iruma-kun: Suzuki Iruma, Asmodeus Alice and Valac Clara

White Collar: Neal Caffrey, Peter Burke and Elizabeth Burke

Wings of Fire: Clearsight, Sunstreak and LeafWing

Winx Club: Stormy, Icy and Darcy

Winx Club: Stella, Bloom and Flora

Yentl: Anshel, Avigdor and Hadass

Y: The Last Man: Dr. Allison Mann, Yorick Brown and Agent 355

Zero Escape/Zero Time Dilemma: Carlos, Junpei Tenmyouji, and Akane Kurashiki

Feel free to submit descriptions for any of these throuples!

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Your Honest Opinion Ask: 5 Pink Ranges that get too MUCH hype, 5 Pink Rangers that need MORE hype, 5 Pink Rangers that would have been better with a different color

Honest Opinion on Power Rangers | @augment-techs

You are very evil you know that? But here we go!

Pink's that get *too* much hype: Kimberly Hart - Listen. I know she was first and lasted the longest tenure of being a Pink Ranger, but.... c'mon guys. She isn't 100% perfect. Calm down. Jen - This *pains* me to say because i LOVE Jen but.. the fandom does have a habit of hyping her up *way* too much and overshadowing the other Pink Rangers at times. Sydney Drew - More so on the fanfic side. She *definitely* ends up taking centre stage far more often than not in fics, and pushing other characters to the side. Shelby Watkins- Urgh, another one that I love. I LOVE Shelby okay? But... yeah she can get overhyped at times. Dana Mitchell - I love Dana but yeah... also the same, she gets very, very hyped up a lot by the fandom.

Pink's that NEED more Hype: Vida - I know, I know. Mystic Force. But c'mon guys, Vida's one of the saving graces of Mystic Force! She deserved SO much more. Katherine - She needed a chance to stand out from Kimberly's Shadow and be her own characters *without* being constantly compared to Kim at every chance and corner. Sarah Thompson - She deserved a better season to shine. Let's be honest. Karone - I would have LOVED to see Karone grow more in Lost Galaxy, and explore deeper with her transition from evil, working on her redemption and atonement to being a ranger and afterward. Rose - While she got a bit more focus compared to the rest of the Overdrive Rangers... she could have *definitely* been divulged into a bit more than what we got. Pinks that should have been a different colour: Rose should have been the Blue Ranger. Her knowledge of tech, computers and mechanic skills. I think it would have suited her more and having Dax being Pink perhaps? Katherine becoming a White Ranger. There always seems to be a connection with Evil Rangers and the White Ranger Colour or connections with Evil Rangers and White Rangers (Ex: Udonna from Mystc Force).

Jen would have made an excellent Red Ranger, but given the fact that the Chrono Morphers were DNA locked... she deserved to be a Red Ranger.

Cassie as a Black Ranger could have worked. A lot of Black Rangers seem to lean towards the arts, and given the fact that she held a desire to be a singer and be in a band. I think her being a Black Ranger would have definitely worked for her!

And because I'm bias... Karone could have been a Purple Ranger. For obvious reasons~