#Force precognition

[vile-wizard]

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[sw5w]

He Can See Things Before They Happen

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 00:46:59

[livelaughlovesubs]

Straight up torturing Dazai by only making him cum untouched

I have this problem while writing smut that I forget the character has a dick cuz I over-focus on something else, so most of my fics start out as cumming untouched and I change it later on lol thanks for saving me the trouble

Dom!reader x sub!dazai - reader is gn

Warning: semi public (in an alley), teasing, degrading, marking, hair pulling, choking, sub-space, dacryphilia, nipple play

Edit: does this fic even make sense?

Now he’s done it, fuck, what to do- he didn’t think you’d be this angry.

Normally you weren’t up for doing stuff in public, which is why he used that chance to annoy you to his hearts content. Whenever you two were going home from a mission, wandering down the streets of Yokohama, he’d start being all unbearable and flirty, and the next second he’d run off to god-knows-where to chase after another pretty woman. You were done with all these stunts he pulled, and sadly for him you weren’t as nice as kunikida.

Which is what got him into his current situation. Pinned to the wall in some random alley, you staring at him with an obviously angry expression and the buzzing noises of unaware passengers missing out this spectacle. “Ah fuck…” dazai didn’t know what you were planning on doing, but he had a precognition that it wouldn’t end well for him, so he tried to use his silver tongue to talk you out of it, “heyyyy, y/n~ What’s got you so mad? Don’t frown— come on, how about we take a break and fill our stomachs? I know a good pla-”

You grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked on them, causing him to arch his back off the wall. It was so sudden that he had no time to prepare himself, and accidentally mewled, “ahh, god, y/n, don’t be so forceful with me.” He almost sang the last part, still bearing that annoying smile on his face. “You should have thought twice before acting up.” The grip you had on his locks tightened, making him bend forward to meet your eyes, “just because we are in public it doesn’t mean you are safe.”

That was a threat, right? That was definitely a threat. And yet- he was grinning from ear to ear, unable to stop himself from clenching his thighs together. “Whaaaat? Of course I’m safe, where is the threat huh?” The brunette chirped, and you clasped your hand over your face. “You really want this, don’t you?” You asked, glaring at him from between your fingers. He shrugged, playing dumb.

You stepped closer to him, bodies pressing against each other. “Will you behave after I punish you?” After these words left your mouth, a shiver ran down his back, and he fumbled with your clothing, “it all depends on you.” You smirked, not planning on backing down from such a challenge. And so you let go of his hair, roughly unbuttoning his blazer and shirt, but not pulling it completely off. Then you placed your hands on his hips, lips pressing against his collarbone.

Dazai grabbed a fistful of your clothes from your back and ran his other hand through his hair, panting softly while watching you trying to work him up. He felt you nibbling at his skin, leaving red bruise marks behind. “Haa-ah, haha… you are being too gentle dear.” His breathing hitched when he spoke, though otherwise he was still pretty composed. You payed him no mind, instead you moved lower to toy with a more sensitive part.

Pinching and flicking his pink buds while sucking on the other one, eating him up, watching his face flush so deliciously. “Ngh- not gonna answer me?” He teased, pulling at your hair to get your attention. You bit down as a result, to tell him to stop, yet he gripped down harder as he groaned, “mhhhm-aaahh~ fuuck.” What a nice reaction, you had to remember this. Slowly you managed to get him hard, seeing the bulge in his pants grow larger and larger. When you finally pulled back and stood straight, he was already sweating, all eager as he cursed at how long you took.

One look and you could tell he was needy, and pretty on edge. His flushed face was actually pretty cute, and his disheveled clothes hung from his shoulders like he was trying to appeal to you. Your hands didn’t stop exploring his body, like they have a mind of their own. Groping and touching his torso. “Look at you dazai, you look like a slut.” You mumbled with a smile, and his body twitched at that statement. “You are so mean y/n, in what world do I look like one?”

While saying that, he pushed his hips out and slipped his clothed further down his arm. “In every,” you answered and kissed his neck. He raised his chin to grunt and pant at the feels, head and back leaned back against the stoney wall with both hands on your shoulder. How annoying, you were still only doing the foreplay, isn’t it time to get past it? And when you sucked on a specific spot that drove him crazy, he was at his limit.

“F-fine, I guess I am a whore,” small break before he continued, “for you. So, touch me more, please?” The boy begged, looking a little embarrassed as he avoided your gaze. “I’ll think about it.” Was all you said in response, before you went back to meekly caressing him. “Uhhh.. y/n, that won’t cut it.” He tried to explain through his gasps and whines, and said, “I need more, something more extreme and lewd.”

“Hmm~? I dont know what you mean.” Using his own Methode against himself, how petty of you. He took your hand and guide you lower, muttering, “then I’ll show you how it’s done.” You shook his hand off and hummed, “I’m good, I’ll do it at my pace.” How devastated he looked, it seems he has finally realised what kind of mess he got himself into. He pouted as he slumped back, defeated, hiding his whimpers behind his palm as he kept on complaining, “how could this ever count as punishment?”

“You will see.”

He could swear he caught a glimpse of you smirking all mischievously, but before he knew it, he had been slammed further into the wall behind him. Followed by your hands squeezing around his neck. “Ah- y-y/n..?” “You are the one who wanted this.” Squeeze. With that you started applying more pressure to his neck. “HnnGh..! Ha-arghh..” He choked, eyes half lidded as he weakly pulled at your firm grip around him. A dumb grin spread across his face as his drool rolled down to his chin.

“Fu- urgh! Fuck, y/n~..!!” A wet spot formed on his pants, and his face twisted into one of raw pleasure. Tongue hanging out, eyes watery with heart shaped pupils and legs shaking, struggling to hold his own weight. “You didn’t see this coming, did you?” Then more strength was applied, then you whispered close to his face, “can you feel how your air is being cut off, and how your body is desperately trying to squirm free?” And you squeezed down even more, making him gag and choke again. “Haaa-nghhh..! K- kill me, guuUh, I dare you.”

He was still looking all competitive, though he won’t be able to hold out much longer. You pushed your body into his, leg slightly rubbing against his leaking bulge, stealing a loud groan from him. Followed by small whines of bliss, “MmnHhh..! Ah- hngG, uh-urgh.!” Such a naughty boy, enjoying all this. Your hands didn’t leave him alone while you kissed his tears away, the contrast of gentleness and ruthlessness made his head spinn. Poor little dazai was trembling so much, twitching and spasming all over.

“Are you turned on because I’m choking you, or because you want to die?” You mumbled against his skin, the vibrations of your voice tickling him, a small addition to the immense sensations he was already feeling. “Mhhff… haha- both?” He answered cheekily, his own strength leaving his body as his instinctive try to push you away failed. “I see~ well it’s time for the last course isn’t it?”

As the icing on top, you pressed down one last time, watching his eyes roll back as his consciousness slowly left him. His head was thrown back while his eyes slowly closed shut. That’s when you whispered into his ear, “cum for me, dazai.” And like a command he couldn’t disobey, his body shook heavily before a white fluid seeped through his pants, dirtying your leg, making it all sticky.

Right as he wanted to scream his lungs out, you clasped a hand over his swollen lips, reminding him how you two were still in public. He ripped his eyes open for a split second, then tightly shut them, and moaning into your forceful palm, “mnghMm, nghhmmmf…!♡♥︎♡”

Without giving him any time to calm down from his high, you pulled away, causing him to drop onto the floor. The only reason why he hadn’t fallen yet was because you were holding and pushing him up. But now his legs have finally given up. He was still unresponsive as you wiped your dirty hands on his clothes. After you were done, you took a last glance at his kneeling form, leaning against the rough wall for support. Some of his cum dripped onto the ground and he was still panting heavily.

These once fierce eyes were reduced to a melting one, full of desire and need. He wasn’t full yet huh. His clothes got dirty at the tips, and his body was marked from the top to the bottom, especially his neck bore a dark crimson ring of bruises. Some tears and other fluids were still flowing across his features, but it seems he was too tired to care right now. Judging by the state he was in, it’ll take a while before he can stand up and go home.

Though that was none of your business anymore, since this was going to be his punishment. You laughed a little before saying, “you better clean yourself up, osamu. I’ll get going first~”

All he could squeak out was a weak, soft whimper.

[tarragonthedragon]

i feel like in the post republic era force precognition/visions/etc seem to fall into a fairly common structure where it's a bit sudden and jarring but its consistently a little shuffle of vision, vision, other vision all connected by a theme or an idea the force is trying to present you with whereas for characters who grew up in the prequel era it's more like

Mace Windu's force visions: hey HEY dumbass OVER HERE this is IMPORTANT

Anakin Skywalker's force visions: this specific awful thing will happen at this exact point in time good luck with that lol

Quinlan Vos's force visions: ok kid this is gonna suck but here's everything you need you got this

Obi Wan Kenobi's force visions: wow your life sucks thoughts and prayers sweetie

[bumbldee]

Familial Crests

i wanted to play around with my art style and doodles Raz with a nose crest and was like "wouldn't it be cool if they were genetic" and "everyone has them but psychics have a symbol pattern on their forehead"

also i'm trying to step away from being too canon compliant lmao

symbol explanations + headcanons

Nona's pattern has been hidden for most of her adult/elderly life so no one had any idea she was psychic.

Augustus symbol is raindrops falling. Of course representing his Hydrokensis, but i do believe he has volatile precognition, so it also represents movement in time/state. Also family, in a way (?)

Queepie did not inherit Hydrokensis but he did inherit precognition, his symbol is an hour glass (because time)

Frazie has the * symbol, as she's a jack of all trades and doesn't really specialize in a specific ability. (* represents all in CSS, for non nerds out there). She does have both precog (though its more of a "gut feeling" than actual precog) and hydrokensis.

Raz only inherited Hydrokensis (might be as powerful as his grandaunt) so his symbol is a splash of water.

They're forced to paint over their symbols most of the time, with Razputin complaining ab it. He arrives at camp and immediately rubs off the makeup, he can finally be a psychic freely.

also here's the raz doodle i mentioned

[toaarcan]

Hi, hey there, did you know that the whole "Jedi can deflect blasters so Mandalorians used solid-shot weapons to kill them because blocking a bullet with a lightsaber just results in molten metal spraying the Jedi" meme is actually bullshit?

Like, first thing you have to know about that lore is that it was written by Karen Traviss. Traviss is fairly infamous for writing a shitton of military wank and really hating the Jedi, portraying them as cruel, cold, fascist idiots, who are much, much lamer than the cool Mandalorians, who are badass military types and definitely haven't carried out multiple genocides in the past (they have). She was also known for not exactly playing ball with other writers, and ultimately ragequit the franchise when TCW started to include Mandalorians and portrayed them differently. This was not a detail that basically any other writer in anything Star Wars ever actually backs up.

And like, here's the thing... this exists.

That's a Jedi using the Force to deflect bullets with her bare hand.

This is Tutaminis. And/or Force Deflection, it's not really clear whether they're the same thing or not. It's a pretty standard Force ability that a bunch of characters have demonstrated. Obi-Wan blocks both bullets and a flamethrower with it in the 03 Clone Wars microseries. It's how Yoda catches and redirects Force Lightning during his duels with Dooku in Attack of the Clones and Palpatine in Revenge of the Sith. It's how Vader absorbs Han's shots with his hand in The Empire Strikes Back.

It's also evident from the amount of times that the Mandalorians fight the Jedi with normal blasters instead of breaking out their "anti-Jedi" weapons for their ancient enemies. And the fact that the Mandalorians lost their wars against the Jedi.

If solid-shot guns/slugthrowers were the amazing anti-Jedi weapons that totally always worked against Jedi, then we'd see a lot more slugthrowers and a lot fewer Jedi. We see the CIS' Droid armies fight against the Jedi for three years, we see the Clones being designed from the get-go to kill the Jedi at the end of the war and being highly successful at it, we see the Empire hunting Jedi for the next 19 years and the rest of the Galactic Civil War after that, and y'know what they have in common? None of them use slugthrowers. They all just keep using blasters.

The answer to "How to kill a Jedi" equation has traditionally been depicted as "Use more blasters than they can actually physically deflect."

There's also the detail that Jedi are precognitive space wizards who can move with superhuman speed. If you're actually in range to shoot one with a gun, they'll sense you, evade or block with the Force, close the gap before you can chamber the next round, and revoke your Hand Privileges.

Even the "You'll kill them with a spray of molten metal from the melted bullet!" thing doesn't actually track with what we see on-screen. At the climax of Revenge of the Sith, we see Obi-Wan and Vader fight in the middle of an active volcano. They get splashed with showers of lava a couple of times, and at the end of the fight, both of their clothes are scorched and burned from the embers. Obi-Wan continues to wear his charred robes throughout the rest of the movie. And he's fine. No lava burns. Neither of them actually gets hurt by the lava until Obi-Wan cuts Vader's limbs off and he can no longer move or protect himself, and even then, Vader survives getting burned to a crisp by being really fucking mad about it.

So yeah, it's nonsense. A dumb "Hurr, Jedi are so lame and my unproblematic genocidal warrior race could totally kill them super-easy" take written by Star Wars' own version of Ken Penders.

[a-force-dyad-in-space]

So I've been rewatching the Twilight movies and certain scenes from them recently, and there's something that caught my eye while going through the post-battle scene in Eclipse.

We have Jane and the others show up, being like "blah blah blah, you guys did pretty well against all these newborns, how curious, blah blah" before Jane notices that one of the newborns is still alive, pointing out Bree.

Now, here's where it gets interesting for me. Because Jasper immediately moves and stands next to her protectively.

And yeah, sure, he's the newborn expert, he's in charge of all-things newborn vampires, so in that sense alone it makes sense for him to associate himself with her in that way, but I think it's a lot more than that; namely something that is always mentioned in passing in the movies, but never really pointed out as something significant (unlike Edward's telepathy and Alice's precognition, which are always mentioned first in terms of desirable acquisitions of power). I of course speak of his pathokinesis.

Bree is scared. At this point she has realized that she's a vampire and what that means for her life, but she has no idea if she will come out of this stand-off alive, so naturally, she is nervous.

And thanks to his pathokinesis, of course Jasper can feel that. So I think he's standing with her, almost protectively, not just because he's in charge of her, but because he can feel her fear and tries to comfort her with his presence (she with her vampire sight can of course see that his skin is decked out in scars, so that intimidating display alone probably tells her him being on her side is a good thing).

And then we come to Jane starting to torture Bree, and me having another observation.

When she falls to the ground and is screaming in agony, we can assume that Jasper can feel that, too (not the pain itself, but the mental anguish connected to it). And look how startled he seems when he sees her fall and looks from Bree to Jane.

This moment here makes me think that this is probably the first time he's ever seen Jane's power in person. Of course he knew about her, knew what her powers are. Alice probably filled him in in detail about the events in Volterra from New Moon, and I assume Carlisle has shared many stories over the years, too.

But hearing about something and actually seeing it first-hand are two very different things.

For someone like him, who can feel what other people are feeling, from their happiest moments to their most devastating mental pain, watching Jane not only use her powers, but relish in their effect without a second thought since she can't feel the pain she's causing, must be absolutely nauseating, for lack of a better word.

Jasper's experienced several lifetimes of anguish by proximity and is trying his best to make others feel better, while Jane deals blow after blow with her powers without any consequence. It must feel wrong and unfair to him.

Anyway, back to the point.

This is the face of a man who has fully realized what the antagonistic force is capable of, and he'll be sure to be prepared, next time they cross paths.

And lastly, something sad.

He turns his back on Bree, probably because he can't deal with watching her die on top of feeling her fear and pain. Neither he nor the other Cullens can stop Bree's death from happening without declaring war on the Volturi in the process (because I'm certain that's how Jane and the others would see their push-back).

So all he can do is turn away, and maybe make an effort to lessen her pain (it doesn't look like he did, but I think it would make sense if he used his powers to make death less frightening for Bree).

Anyway, rest in peace, Bree, you would have made a wonderful addition to the Cullen family. ♥

[danmeiblr]

English Translations of JJWXC Novel Tags (Part 1)

So, the Chinese web novel site JJWXC has this very handy tag filtering system:

and I’m gonna translate/explain them for my own easy reference when searching for novels. But since there are so many tags, I’m gonna do this in parts. This post will cover all tags in the first column.

Disclaimer: Chinese is not my first language, so if there are any mistakes, just tell me and I’ll fix them.

甜文 (tián wén) = sweet stories

穿书 (chuān shū) = transmigrating into a book

种田文 (zhòngtián wén) = farming life stories

业界精英 (yèjiè jīngyīng) = industry elite. stories where one of the main characters is at the top of an industry

快穿 (kuài chuān) = quick transmigration

沙雕 (shā diāo) = sand sculpture. silly, funny, absurd, “interesting” stories/characters

异能 (yì néng) = superpower stories

末世 (mò shì) = apocalypse stories

女配 (nǚ pèi) = female supporting character

柯南 (Kēnán) = Detective Conan fanfics

咒回 (zhòu huí) = Jujutsu Kaisen fanfics?

正剧 (zhèng jù) = serious drama (for stories with realistic, serious conflicts)

轻松 (qīng sōng) = easy-to-understand novels with simple plot and clear structure

市井生活 (shìjǐng shēnghuó) = urban life? slice of life?

科幻 (kē huàn) = science fiction

西方罗曼 (xīfāng luómàn) = Western romance. romance stories with a Western background/setting.

近水楼台 (jìn shuǐ lóu tái) = from the idiom. stories where the protagonist and love interest develop feelings because of forced proximity

全息 (quán xī) = stories where characters engage in a virtual reality game

排球少年 (páiqiú shàonián) = Haikyuu fanfics

日韩泰 (Rì Hán Tài)= Japanese, Korean, and Thai novels?

国风幻想 (guó fēng huàn xiǎng) = Chinese fantasy stories

赛博朋克 (sàibópéngkè) = cyberpunk stories

神话传说 (shénhuà chuánshuō)= mythology and folklore

三教九流 (sān jiào jiǔ liú) = the term originally refers to the Three Religions (Daoism, Confucianism, Buddhism) and Nine Schools of thought, but nowadays it’s used to refer to different social classes (idk what kind of stories would fall under this tag)

预知 (yù zhī) = precognition/foresight/prophecy stories

权谋 (quán móu) = political conspiracy stories

吐槽 (tù cáo) = I have no idea what this means as a novel tag. I’ll update this post when I find out.

失忆 (shīyì) = amnesia trope

古典名著 (gǔdiǎn míngzhù) = fanfics about the Chinese classics (Water Margin, Romance of the Three Kingdoms, etc.) ???

边缘恋歌 (biānyuán liàn gē) = taboo/forbidden love stories???

总裁 (zǒng cái) = finally, a tag I’m sure of. This one refers to stories where one of the protagonists is a CEO/president

时尚圈 (shíshàng quān) = fashion circle. stories about models, makeup artists, and other relevant professions

烧脑 (shāo nǎo) = brain burn. Suspense/mystery stories that require a lot of thinking to understand. (lmaaao love the tag name)

唐穿 (Táng chuān) = transmigrating into the Tang Dynasty

少女漫 (shàonǚ màn) = shoujo manga???

对照组 (duìzhào zǔ) = control group. Stories with characters that strongly contrast the protagonist in order to highlight the latter. Often used in book transmigration stories, where the transmigrator protagonists becomes the control group cannon fodder character in the story

网红 (wǎng hóng) = net red. stories about influencers

女尊 (nǚ zūn) = female-dominant. stories written by and for women and set in a world where women are respected

美娱 (měi yú) = entertainment stories set in America ??? Hollywood stories???

七五 (qī wǔ) = seven-five. referring to fanfics of The Seven Heroes and Five Gallants TV series (???)

非遗 (fēi yí) = stories about a national treasure/cultural heritage

冰山 (bīng shān) = iceberg. stories with a cold love interest/protag

骑士与剑 (qí shì yǔ jiàn) = knight and sword novels. often Western fantasy stories

BE = Bad Ending

亚人 = Demi-human/Sub-human. Refers to stories with species that look very similar to humans but are not really humans

魔王勇者 (mó wáng yǒng zhě) = fanfics about Demon King and Hero (Maoyu) ???

I did not expect there to be so many fanfic tags in Jinjiang....

And damn, I thought I was already familiar with most CNovel tags, but just going through the first column got me stumbling. So many unfamiliar internet slang. I’m gonna have to double-check these one day, but for now this will do

[blue-mint-winter]

ROTJ rewatch

The circle is now complete and I'm back with some new commentary about ROTJ ;)

I love the Death Star and ship practical effects, the shots are extremely beautiful. I think this is the best looking scifi scenery in OT.

At this point, choking people has become a Skywalker family tradition. Vader does it to his officers, Luke did it to Gamorrean guards and Leia did it to Jabba.

Luke's plan for saving Han seems barely existent. It looks like this: Plan A - Jedi mind trick Jabba to let them all go. Plan B - use lightsaber smuggled inside Artoo to get everyone out. On the other hand, Luke is now powerful and finished his training. It could be that he simply follows the will of the Force, so he doesn't overthink everything and just trusts the process. It's possible that his unwavering confidence in his success is due to his precognition. He doesn't know the details, but he knows that either Jabba lets them go or dies.

I wonder why Luke and Leia didn't coordinate their rescue plans. Leia's inflitration as a bounty hunter went smoothly, but then she got caught. I guess she went against the plan. She was supposed to wait for Luke to get there, but instead got impatient and tried to free Han earlier by herself (what were Lando and Chewie there for?), which led to her enslavement and the loss of her as one more hidden ally at Jabba's.

Leia becoming Jabba's slave girl, kept by him on chain at his side, made me think of Shmi. Shmi was once Jabba's Gardulla's slave (what's really a difference between two Hutts on Tatooine, but at different points in time?). Jabba apparently has a habit of chaining slave girls to himself, as we saw the previous one, Oola, get replaced so swiftly by Leia. Jabba didn't have to enslave Leia like that, he caught her attempting to free Han, but instead of having her killed like he'd do with anyone else, he took a look at her face and decided to enslave her. In any case, I strongly suspect Shmi suffered the same fate as Leia when she was a Hutt's slave.

I laughed when Han said that "everyone's having delusions of grandeur" line about Luke. It's the same thing that Threepio said in ANH about Artoo. Han turning into Threepio wasn't something you'd expect lol :) They spent too much time together.

Emperor's character is insanely well-done. I noticed at times he seemed really impatient, when he started speaking really fast - it seemed like he was bored, because he already knew what was going to happen. He was living through what he's already seen in his visions. (I think it was something similar to Paul's precognition in Dune Messiah.) However, it's interesting that Palpatine's power wasn't as perfect as he thought. He didn't know everything, he didn't sense Luke's presence and didn't foresee Ewoks playing a significant part in the battle.

Luke and Vader could sense each other in the Force and tell each other's whereabouts with enough accuracy to the point Luke felt he was a liability for the Rebels, but Palpatine couldn't sense him at all. It shows that the father-son bond was something different and special. Force- sensitives can't sense each other without a personal connection. It's also possible that Palpatine couldn't perceive Luke, because Luke's bond with Vader was built on familial love. The dark side couldn't touch that.

Luke's bond with Leia is shown to be exceptionally strong too. He immediately figures out that his sister is Leia because he'd felt that connection all this time. When they see each other before going to Endor, she asks right away what's wrong because she sensed the change in Luke. She accepts the truth about their relation, because she always felt the connection. And she can tell that Luke didn't die in Death Star's explosion. I think the strength of their bond is very often overlooked and underestimated. They aren't just normal siblings. Luke feels intense love and protectiveness towards Leia - he attacked Vader only when she was threatened. It can be argued that his insistence to rescue Leia in ANH is the proof of their bond being there from the start. Even in ESB, when he leaves his training to save Han, Leia and Chewie, it's likely that he sensed the danger to them through his connection with Leia. Leia is clearly Luke's weak spot and the Emperor detected it. Some fans and official media didn't.

I really appreciate that Luke is portrayed as more powerful than Vader at this point. He finished his training and he could kill Vader if he wanted to. What's more, he is exactly like Anakin. He feels just as intensely and deeply, he loves just as fiercely. And he struggles with anger just as much. The only difference is Luke's choice. He chooses family over power. It's important that falling to the dark side isn't just having bad thoughts, the actions are necessary.

It's interesting that Palpatine tries to kill Luke himself instead of ordering Vader to do it. He knows it's an order Vader won't obey. Also, Vader seems like he expected to die there at Luke's hands because then it would mean that Luke lives on, even if he becomes Emperor's new apprentice.

It struck me that Luke was alone at his father's funeral. He dragged Vader to the hangar alone. None of the Imperials who saw them there cared about what happened to Vader despite his high position. Then Luke took his father's body to the Forest Moon and build a funeral pyre and cremated him. Alone. Luke was the only person in the entire universe that was sad that Vader died. The only one who mourned him. It reminded me of earlier in the movie, when Luke killed the rancor and the only one who cried and mourned was the rancor keeper. Vader was like that rancor - a monster used by his Master to scare and kill people. Both Vader and the rancor were enslaved - the rancor was confined in a too small basement for its huge body and it was wearing chains. Vader was also kept captive, his body confined in his suit, his mind chained by the dark side.

Btw, Vader's body is burned like Owen and Beru who were killed by his stormtroopers. Luke set out to avenge them in ANH, but it ended up as him losing a parent once again. :'(

Executor's destruction as it drives into the Death Star feels symbolic of Vader's own self-destruction in his attack against the Emperor.

"It's a trap" is the main theme of the movie - there are traps everywhere. The trapdoor in Jabba's palace, the Ewok traps in the forest, Palpatine's trap for the Rebels... Even Han tricks the Imperials to open the bunker and walk into a trap.

So the scene of one Ewok mourning the other during the battle will always get me. It's very powerful in its simplicity. And just like the keeper mourning the rancor, it feels connected to Luke mourning Vader. Perhaps these two Ewoks were also father and son.

Han stood out to me in this movie. Surprisingly, he's good at practicing Jedi rule of non-attachment. Han gives Falcon to Lando because he knows Lando needs that ship more (remember how they argued in ESB about whose ship Falcon is?). Then he's willing to step back and not get in the way when he misunderstands Leia's feelings for Luke. Han stops caring about ownership of the Falcon, he doesn't try to control Leia or pressure her, instead he supports her in whatever she decides. He considers what's best for his loved ones. It's more important than his pride. Just like Luke, Han makes a different choice than Anakin in ROTS and loves selflessly.

Lando was a really good general in battle. I'm surprised the EU didn't have him continue his military career in the New Republic, because it really looks like he has a knack for it.

In the end only Luke and Leia know Vader is their father. That leaves some interesting possibilities for the future. It's likely they would tell Han, but I don't see it becoming public knowledge without any outside interference.

[chasedeys]

wait what’s the context of the “that’s my qb not theirs” quote 😭

hiiiii okay so first of all i got so pissed i couldn't find the post here like at all. like i was imagining shit but i WASN'T 😭😭 but here you go this is a link to the actual full interview that was surprisingly easy to find mostly because the headline was literally ja'marr's insane ass quote lmaoooo 'Ja'Marr Chase: "He's My Quarterback"' okayyy bengals i see what you did there.

That's not their quarterback, that's my quarterback. I could tell him what I wanna tell him.

so basically for context joe got injured right before the 2023 season and of course ja'marr said he told his ass not to play until week 5 (he played from the start sigh) and he didn't want him back until he's ready and fully healthy. the reporter asked him about this quote (rightfully so lmao) because joe is the franchise QB and how would their season go without him etc and. this is what he said. in response. he said that this guy is his and he can say whatever the fuck he wanted to him for a good reason and it's all for the better for the both of them and for the team. yeah i know he's insane.

you should totally watch the full interview through!! because there's a whole lot more insane shit like he says about him and joe like not really liking asking joe about his condition because joe always says he's good even if he isn't and ja'marr would like him to be more straight up about his health. like. okay married couple shit trying to keep the other from being worried only to make them even more worried okayyyyyyy god they need to stfu. the reporter straight up asked if he liked that about joe and he said 'nah' 😭 like what is this couples therapy?? god you gotta love it when reporters ask out of pocket shit and then ja'marr answers with equally out of pocket shit and like exactly how one would answer if one was in love with their best friend idk. (also i think he mentioned about when he was injured in the previous seasons and how he didn't say it to joe but in his mind he said 'im gonna be back when you want me to be there and be ready' and that joe got it????? and that this time with joe it's the same thing lol what is the matter with them jesus)

there's actually so much more insane quotes from other interviews on this entire injury thing like he repeatedly says that he doesn't want anyone talking to joe about forcing himself to play and how he wants joe 100% healthy when he's back. of course joe played through anyway and started from week 1 and apparently it went......not good........but on week 3 they beat the rams (yay) and week 5 (hilariously the week ja'marr gave joe to come back. which could mean nothing. soulmate precognition anyone?) it was absolutely beautifullllllll peak burrow to chase connection joe threw 3 touchdowns and ja'marr was literally all of them and also broke a franchise reception record (?). 2023 week 5 vs cardinals highlights!! god i loved watching that shit.

anyway if i could just blabber a bit on how much ja'marr prioritizes health especially other people's especiallyyyyyyy joe's and it's probably because joe is.....very injury prone and also has a tendency to play through them anyway so yeah i can see how ja'marr has to constantly nag him about it and stress how no one should press on joe to keep playing sigh.

on another note that injured article brought forth a new (for me) joemarr insane ass mention about their 'looks' and 'nods' bullshit it's like i search for one thing only to be bulldozed over by another thing jesus

[cobaltperun]

Lost (17) - Satellite

Tara Carpenter x female Reader

Summary: To anyone on the outside, and to Tara’s friends, you were Tara’s fierce protector, the MMA fighter who’d take anyone on for Tara. The Guard Dog, as Amber called you. You had no idea you’d have to protect her from people who claimed they loved her. It didn’t matter. As long as you and Tara had one another there was nothing you wouldn’t be able to survive.

Story warnings: Scream violence, family issues, trauma, angst, certain sensitive topics

Word count: 5.4k

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-That's why we won't back down we won't run and hide-

Telling Chad you’d be fine without him, that he should focus on protecting Mindy and Anika in case anyone went after them was a right thing to do, but you still had no idea what to do. How to find Ghostfaces targeting you this time, or how to avoid them, you were stuck at the moment.

But, as the three of you left the hospital you saw her… Gale, like a reporter shark that she was, smelled blood and found you before any other reporter could.

“I heard what happened, are you okay?” she walked up to you, at least she didn’t have her equipment or anyone shoving a camera in your faces, with her.

“Gale, I swear,” Sam had no patience to deal with the woman right now, frankly, neither did you and Tara, but you couldn’t deny that maybe, just maybe you needed as much help as you could get, even if that help was Gale.

Gale immediately raised her hands in surrender. “Truce, okay? I’m- I’m here for whatever you need,” she said that, but, well, you’ve seen Gale going back on her word before. Maybe that was being too harsh, she didn’t go back on her word when Ghostface was on the loose, but she did break an important promise.

“Just like last time,” you said, already trying to spot a cab that would take you back to the apartment. Or anywhere else really. Staying near the hospital could put your friends at risk.

“Okay fine, off the records, okay?” she offered and well, you were stuck and all four of you knew that.

Sam sighed, nodding slightly. “Fine. Thank you,” she agreed.

Gale glanced at Tara.

“Nope! That punch was beautiful, and you will not be getting an apology for it!” you interrupted before Tara could even begin to utter an apology she didn’t mean anyway.

Gale chuckled and shook her head, expecting as much from you and Tara. “Guess I should be thankful you weren’t the one punching me,” she sighed.

“Exactly!” Tara grinned and lifted your arm up. “She packs a punch,” she rolled your sleeve up and patted your forearm.

Mere seconds later you saw a cop car stopping and Kirby and Bailey stepping out, and that’s how the six of you ended up following Gale’s lead and going to a former movie theater turned shrine for Ghostface.

You felt sick. Angry that someone could actually worship these monsters. So many people died. Everyone in this theater, aside from Bailey, was attacked at least once. You kept an eye on others, on Gale as she passed by Dewey's photos or her own books. On Kirby and Bailey as they focused on whatever grabbed their interests. On Sam as she went and touched the glass case holding Billy's mannequin. On Tara as she went over to Sam.

You were stuck observing crime scene photos from when Amber attacked Tara. You saw Tara's wounds, you knew minute details of each and every scar she had. You never saw the photos of her house from that night. It looked even worse than it did when you went to clean the house, it looked fresh, the blood was still not dry. You clenched your fists, wishing you shot Amber, you wished you could go back and finish her off instead of forcing Tara to do it. How many times did you wish for nothing more than for some kind of instinct or a precognition that would allow you to stop Amber before she got to hurt Tara in the first place.

You saw Tara going outside and were about to follow her when your phone rang. This time you checked the ID and saw it was Thomas. His timing really was the worst. With a groan, you answered the phone.

"Hey, Y/N, sorry to call like this, but I heard you didn't go to the gym last night," he opened up with that right away.

"Yeah, sorry, something came up," you didn't sound sorry at all, you'd abandon the gym a hundred times over if needed.

"Look, I know these past two weeks have been tough and I may have asked too much of you-" you really didn't feel like having this conversation.

"I'm busy right now, we'll talk later," you hung up before he could even respond to that. Since your phone was already in your hand you tried to call Susan one more time, but, as it always did these past two days, it just went to voicemail. "Fuck!" you cursed and stuffed your phone in your pocket.

"Troubles?" Bailey asked and you just now realized you were alone with him.

"Are you asking or questioning me?" you still didn't know where the police tracker came from. There was no way you were trusting anyone other than Tara and Sam, and, as much as it annoyed you Gale, as far as not being a Ghostface went.

"Just asking, sorry if I'm overstepping," he raised his hands apologetically and backed away.

You nodded. "You are overstepping," you said and tilted your head in the direction Tara and others went. "After you."

He sighed, but otherwise remained silent and complied with your wishes. The two of you found Sam and Gale in the midst of, from what you could see, burying the hatchet.

"Where's Tara?" you asked right away, honestly hoping you didn't all walk into a trap set by Ghostface.

"Kirby is with her, they went upstairs, wherever that leads," Sam told you and you tried not to panic. Kirby survived a Ghostface attack herself, surely she wouldn’t be a Ghostface, right?

"I think I have a plan how to catch these fuckers," Bailey said and you desperately wanted to agree with the plan. The sooner this was over the better.

~X~

You absolutely hated the plan Bailey had. And you were vocal about it. So, here you were, at the park, next to the van Kirby would trace the call from with Tara trying one last time to get her to change her mind. It was reckless, it was unnecessary, and you were sure a bit more of thinking would give you a better plan.

"Tara, please, at least think this through," you pleaded, already certain you were wasting your breath, but you couldn't just give up.

"I thought it through, Y/N, I'm staying with Sam," Tara leaned against the van with her arms crossed over her chest. She refused to look at you, but you saw the furrow of her brows, you saw her biting her lower lip, and you knew she was getting angry.

You’d still take her being angry at you over her being in danger. "It's dangerous, at least let me come with you," if you couldn't get her to stay safe, then you might be able to convince her to let you come with her and Sam. Sure, Bailey explicitly argued that you being there could discourage Ghostface from attacking, and you could see his logic, but you still wanted to stay by Tara’s side.

"It won't work if you're there. You can fight them," Tara huffed, clearly getting even more frustrated as you kept arguing. The two of you had been going back and forth on this ever since Bailey proposed the plan and she decided she wouldn't let Sam do it alone.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, already feeling a headache over this whole plan. And they weren't even out in the open yet. "I don't want you to get hurt."

Tara narrowed her eyes at that. "And it's fine if Sam gets hurt?!" she raised her voice and tightly gripped her left biceps.

"I didn't say that," you took a step back, trying to cool your head at least a bit.

"No, but you think I could get hurt, so you think Sam could get hurt and you're not trying to convince her not to do it," Tara took a few deep breaths.

"You and I both know I'd much rather take Sam's place, but no, Ghostface is after her so anyone else won't do!" you yelled, what little cool you managed to regain fading away way too quickly for your liking.

"Like you left last night? Right? Like how you chose to put yourself in danger even after you saw there was a tracker on your car?! Do you even understand how worried I was?!" somehow this was reminding you of the night you told Tara you were retiring from MMA.

"I fucked up, okay?" you spread your arms for a moment then let them drop at your sides. "I thought they'd try to finish me off first and figured I could use the opportunity."

"Yeah, you thought putting yourself in danger and possibly fighting someone that defeated you before was okay, but this isn't?" Tara asked incredulously.

"So, your solution is to go ahead and do something equally reckless? Is that what you're saying, Tara?" you had no idea how you weren't already shouting. You felt like screaming, but you still didn't shout, if for no other reason than because you didn’t want unwanted attention on the two of you.

"She's my sister, Y/N! I'm her backup, and if it comes down to it, we'll keep each other safe!" Tara yelled and, perhaps to avoid arguing further began walking toward where Sam was getting ready with Kirby and Bailey.

"Yeah, because being with Sam sure kept you safe every time Ghostface was involved!" you just snapped and watched as Tara turned around.

She was glaring at you. "Don't you fucking dare, Y/N," she warned, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

For once you glared back. "Am I wrong?" you challenged. As long as you could move and you were there no one, not Amber, not Richie, not whoever these Ghostfaces were, managed to touch her, let alone hurt her. Sam didn’t have the same track record.

Tara reached you, anger evident in her eyes, and then, as if she just made that decision at that exact moment, swung her palm toward your face. You caught her wrist, entirely unimpressed with how telegraphed the attempted slap was. "Don't ever try that again," you let go of her wrist and climbed into the van, shutting the door behind you, you missed the way Tara looked down at her palm, horrified by what she just tried to do.

You slumped down and absentmindedly touched the scar on the right side of your jaw. Once again you called Susan, once again you were left in silence. You looked at the last text exchange you had with her, the word fun popping up for some reason. Maybe you should take that vacation the moment this all ends, or at least the moment everyone heals up. Maybe spend a week or two in Sacramento, only you and Susan, and then come back to New York with her for Thanksgiving.

Maybe taking that small break from one another's company would be good for Tara, after all this wasn't the first fight in the past few days, and that one was before you even knew Ghostface was back. Sure, you talked it out and kissed it better, but this one just brought it back to your mind.

You only opened your eyes when you heard the doors opening because you wanted to be sure Kirby was the one coming in.

"You look awful," she commented.

"You look like it's none of your business," you replied, not really in the mood to discuss this with her.

"Someone's cranky," she just shrugged, not bothered by your reaction and you chose not to respond.

Too much time passed before Ghostface finally called, bragging about being a step ahead. And he was. He went after Gale. Bailey got in the van and turned the engine on.

"Where are Tara and Sam?!" you jumped to your feet when you saw he was alone. Your blood pressure probably skyrocketed as the worst possible scenarios came to your mind.

"They stole my car!" he exclaimed angrily.

At this rate, you were going to have a heart attack. "Who's driving?!"

"Tara," that girl was going to be the death of you.

"Are you crazy?! Tara can't drive! How are you even a cop you incompetent fuck?! How could someone just steal your damn car?!" a rage-fueled part of your brain cynically told you this was to be expected. That you should have realized Tara was too reckless to consider her own safety even back when she stubbornly convinced you to take her with you when you went after Sam back to Woodsboro after she just barely survived two attacks and had a broken leg. That you should have realized it when she first disappeared and went to a party with complete strangers.

When you finally reached Gale's apartment building you saw Tara and Sam sitting in the hall and you ran up to them.

Tara looked up when she heard you, or rather the running, and she got up, rushing to meet you halfway, only to stop, as if suddenly remembering the last interaction you had. You took a deep breath and just pulled her into a hug. She quietly sobbed into your chest as you held her.

"Is Gale still alive?" you asked softly and relaxed when Tara nodded.

"She was seriously injured, but she should be fine," she told you when you released her, your heart cracking a bit when you saw the pain in her eyes when you pulled away. With a hand on her back, you led her back to where Sam was still sitting.

"Hey," you squeezed Sam's shoulder, hoping to comfort her a bit.

"Hey, sorry we left you with Kirby and Bailey," she apologized and placed her hand on top of yours for a moment. You just nodded and sat down with Tara. There would be a better, more appropriate time to tackle that reckless decision.

Soon enough you saw Danny running in. "Hey, I came as soon as I could," he ran up to the three of you, looking mostly at Sam.

"Did you?" Tara challenged and he just looked at her, perhaps knowing better than to add fuel to the fire.

"More importantly, what now?" you chose to save him from Tara's anger.

"Maybe he gets to win this time," Sam's words made alarms go off in your head as you turned to look at her.

"What?" you demanded, not quite sure if it was just your exhaustion catching up to you, or if Sam actually just said that.

"He wants to punish me," she explained, on the verge of tears. "Me," she stood up and faced Tara and you. "So maybe I let him. I'll just give myself up."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing and for a split second, you wondered if Sam lost her mind. "Fuck that! Who do you think you are, huh?!" you got up and stormed away from Sam. "Giving herself up? Unbelievable!"

"If this is what it takes to keep you safe, it's worth it," the only reason you weren't yelling that she was out of her mind was because she was crying. Sam was crying and you rarely saw that.

You couldn't convince her, so you'd leave it to Tara and maybe scold her once this was all over, because not only was Sam important to you and your friends you did not want to see Tara dealing with losing Sam once again.

Tara stood up and approached Sam. "No, we're not doing that, Sam. You went back to Woodsboro to protect me. Every single day you make the decision to protect me. None of us would even be alive if it weren't for you. You have to let us protect you this time," Tara told her without a single hint of doubt in her words.

"No," Sam said weakly.

"Yes," Tara said firmly and from the corner of your eye you saw her pulling Sam into a hug. "We're a team, remember? I can't lose you, Sam, it feels like I just got you back in my life."

That was definitely going to work. The question remained though. What to do next?

"He's gonna keep coming after us," Sam pointed out while hugging Tara back.

"We could use that, though," Tara said and somehow you just had the feeling she was about to suggest something reckless before she even spoke up.

The plan? That involved Bailey and Kirby? Lure Ghostface into the movie theatre they used as a shrine and execute them. When Tara said she intended to execute Ghostface you looked at the ceiling, took a deep breath, and just accepted it.

'At this point, the best I can do is be the fucking bodyguard,' a moment later you wondered when was the last time you cursed this much. "Right, off to the murder shrine, where we'll definitely have the upper hand," you couldn't help but grumble.

~X~

You drove to the murder shrine, in your car, just you, Tara, Sam, and Danny. No public transport. Nope. none of that. You were not about to be suspicious of every stranger on the train.

When you parked outside the theatre you saw Kirby waiting for you.

"I talked to Bailey, let's get you all inside," she went right down to business, but Sam abruptly turned around and faced Danny.

"Not you," she said.

"What?" he asked.

"Don't trust anyone, remember? We don't know you, not really," she told him.

"I don't know, Sam, we could use extra muscle," you still weren't sure you could defeat that Ghostface in a one-on-one, let alone with at least two more on his side. And why did the three of you even bring him along then?

"Y/N is right and you know me," Danny tried to convince her.

"You're not Woodsboro. I'm sorry," Sam wasn't listening.

"It's okay. It's okay, I get it. Just be safe, okay?" he kissed her cheek.

Sam nodded. "You too," with that, she turned around and the rest of you followed, leaving Danny behind.

"Good call," Kirby said as the four of you entered the theatre.

~X~

Things just kept getting better and better, Kirby was the only one with a gun, the only one with any weapon, really, and you only had one exit, that could be blocked fairly easily.

Perhaps seeing the tense look on your face prompted her to do it, but Tara took your hand and pulled at it, frowning when you didn't comply. "Come with me for a minute?" she requested, looking softly into your eyes.

"Now? You want to separate from Sam now?" you couldn't help but ask.

"Please, Y/N," you could never resist her for long. Thus, you complied, letting her lead you outside of the shrine and into the hall where you figured tickets used to be sold. "You're stressed," she said, not quite getting into your personal space, but still remaining close to you.

"Can you honestly blame me? I'm one bad thing away from just breaking down, Tara. I'm just tired," the first time this happened you had moments to rest, you slept, and you felt safe at Susan's place, for the last twenty-four hours even when you weren't in constant danger you were either arguing with Tara or trying to reach Susan.

Sure, you slept yesterday, but that was over thirty hours ago at this point and you were really feeling the stress that accumulated over the past two weeks.

"It'll be over soon," she said, reaching up to touch your cheek, but stopping mere inches away from it. As if trying to slap you suddenly put an invisible barrier between you that was only temporarily broken by the adrenaline caused by what happened to Gale.

For once, you chose not to lean into her touch. "Let's go back to Sam," you said, and Tara nodded, lowering her hand. She walked in front of you, and you went back to the shrine to see Sam running toward the doors you just walked through with a knife in her hand.

You were immediately looking around, trying to see if she was running from someone, but somehow you couldn't see anyone.

"It's Kirby! She made this whole theatre a kill box, for us!" Sam explained rapidly.

"What?" you asked, but it made sense. The police tracker on your car, only Kirby having a gun, locking you here... Why would she wait though, and who was she working with? You knew there were at least three Ghostfaces this time, and it didn’t seem like Kirby had any definitive allies.

"Bailey is on the way here, but-" Sam continued as you went back to the middle of the shrine.

"Stay back to back," you interrupted her and the three of you stood in a circle, making sure you had each other's back.

"Wait, wasn't it Bailey's idea to use you as bait?" Tara reminded Sam.

"And Kirby refused to let Gale come with us," Sam said, frantically looking around for any trace of Kirby.

"Unless he figured that's what would happen. Just to be sure, how about we don't trust either of them?" you suggested, and she was alone with Tara, but she would have to be stupid to just try and kill Tara before.

Tara nodded and you felt her brushing her fingers over your hand.

You took and squeezed her hand reassuringly. "Ghostface appears you stay still, you hear me. Don't make sudden moves," you could pull either of them behind you and counter-attack at any time, you just needed them to stay calm.

You heard footsteps coming from your left, where Sam was and you moved, getting between the masked attacker and her just in time to catch his fist and punch his face. "Fuck running, I'm fighting you head-on," you said as he stumbled back, from the grunt of pain you figured this was probably the one you stabbed last night.

The second one jumped out, but they didn't attack, choosing to circle the three of you instead.

"Sam, Y/N," Tara was close to panicking and you knew why. The third one. He still wasn't there, and you didn’t have that much luck one on one, let alone now that there were three of them here with you.

"I need you to be ready! You ready?" Sam asked she had her back to Tara's while you moved to stand closer to the front of her while not blocking her direct line of sight. Sam even handed Tara a brick, which was good, Tara needed something to even the playing field a bit.

Tara took a deep breath. "I'm ready," she took another deep breath. "Come on motherfuckers!" unnecessary, but as long as she was calm and ready. Or at least ready.

Shooting made both Ghostfaces take cover and you turned to see Kirby, bleeding from the side of her head, and more importantly with a gun in her hands.

Somehow, you relaxed, if she wanted to shoot you, she probably would have done it and used the element of surprise.

"Maybe it's not you after all," you said and turned to Sam. "Come on, what's the point of keeping cover at this point? Your aim really sucks though. Not even one bullet hit them," you said, you'd still keep your guard up around her, but for now you figured you could tentatively trust her.

"My head is bleeding, Y/N," she deadpanned.

"Meh, excuses," you replied, though Kirby having a gun really eased some of your worries.

"Kirby, get away from the girls!" Bailey rushed in, with his gun raised.

"Whatever you think, I'm not the killer!" Kirby quickly denied any involvement in this mess. "I don't know what he's been telling you, but don't listen to him!"

And then the third Ghostface, the one you were the most worried about, came up behind Bailey.

"Behind you!" Kirby yelled only for Bailey to shoot her.

"Great job, you three," Bailey said as the three Ghostfaces stood by his side.

'Right, this is happening. Four of them, just great,' you thought as you fully expected Bailey to point his gun at the three of you.

"You?" Tara asked, and you shared her disbelief, after all Bailey had no reason to go after you.

"Yeah, of course, it's me. Frankly, I expected more from you after what you did to us," he declared, as if this was reasonable, as if they should have expected him to be the Ghostface.

"Us?" Sam repeated, as puzzled by his statement as you and Tara.

"Let me guess, Quinn?" you figured since he was saying 'us' maybe his daughter was involved as well.

Indeed, the Ghostface to Bailey's right took the mask off, and sure enough, it was Quinn. "Hello, almost roomies. Too bad I couldn't resist messing with you when we met, but it was a good way to not be on the suspect list," she said.

You narrowed your eyes, realizing that this might actually be worse, because this now meant anyone could be a Ghostface, that they no longer played by the rules and skipped getting close to you and becoming a part of the friend group.

Then the Ghostface to Bailey's left took off his mask. "Mindy was right, it was easy to juke the roommate lottery!" Ethan exclaimed. "All I had to do to get close to you was room with a conceited, condescending alpha, literally named Chad. Fuck, I can't wait to kill him!" he pointed the knife at the mask he was holding. "This was your grandmother's Sam. Nancy Loomis. Really runs in your fucking family, doesn't it? Speaking of family..."

"Wait for it," Bailey chimed in.

"My name isn't Ethan Landry, is it dad?" and Bailey just laughed at that, as if there was actually something funny.

"Dad?" Tara's eyes widened.

"And then they tell Sam it runs in her family," you sighed as Ethan and Quinn began pacing around once again. You remained focused on the only remaining masked one.

Bailey explained his plan, saying how they were counting down to Billy's mask. Jason and Greg, bodega, Sam's therapist, your shared apartment, that was four, with four of them there were now eight masks. The idea that one, Amber's mask, was still missing worried you. Was Gale the ninth mask? That didn't make sense, no mask was left behind and it was the last attack, not the first as the countdown should imply.

Convinced that the fourth one was content with watching you began walking around Tara and Sam, keeping light on your feet, and making sure Quinn and Ethan were on your opposite sides the whole time. This way you could react to either of them attacking. They wouldn't be allowed to touch either Tara or Sam, not with you right there.

"I'm gonna need you to put it on," Bailey offered the mask to Sam, but she slapped it out of his hand.

Ethan went in to slash her, but you stepped in, making him halt before he could reach you. "How are the wounds?" you taunted and just as it looked like he was about to back away the fourth one spoke, still using the voice changer.

"Step back, she'll just hit you again," he warned, actually sounding amused, and though it was clear Ethan didn't like that, he did step away.

Their plan was insane, though it was working out well for them so far. They ruined Sam's reputation, courtesy of Quinn's efforts, and as Ethan explained it further Quinn made a mock attempt to stab Tara.

You once again moved in time, regardless of her intentions, and pulled Tara behind you.

"Truly a guard dog," Quinn mocked and that's when it all clicked for all three of you.

They weren't Amber's family, but... "You're Richie's family," Sam realized.

"Yeah," Bailey said slowly, just for a moment showing the pain of losing his family.

"Ding, ding, ding!" not liking the enthusiasm Ethan had when he said it you stopped between him and Sam, he seemed ready to lunge at you, but the warning he got before kept him at bay, at least for now.

"Now! It wasn't until I saw those photographs of what you did to him that I knew! I knew you had to die for what you did to him! You had to be punished!" Bailey yelled, angry at Sam for what she did to his son. You couldn’t say you blamed him, you wanted revenge for what was done to Tara and she survived. Even if Richie was the one who started it all, he was still Bailey’s family, so you understood. But you still weren’t about to let him, or his children hurt Tara and Sam.

"Real great parenting, by the way," Tara commented as she glared at the man.

"Shut your whore mouth!" Quinn screamed at her but didn’t attack knowing she had to go through you first. Ah, so she was the one that called you.

"And you? What's your deal?" you gestured toward the still masked Ghostface, interrupting whatever Bailey was about to say.

"You really should have figured it out by now. I get that you probably didn't want to consider it since I did help you out so much," he removed the mask.

Your jaw dropped slightly as you recognized Thomas. Honestly, you should have seen it coming just from how well the bastard fought. "What the fuck?" you couldn't help but ask. "Are you kidding me right now? Do you have any idea how bad it'll look when I end up putting 'Killed my employer' down as the reason for unemployment?" why was he even after you. Richie's family you could understand on some level, they were the bastard's family, but Thomas? Really?

Thomas actually genuinly laughed at that. "Trust me, that's the least of your worries, Y/N," he said and held up a paper bag for you to see. "You wondered where Amber's mask ended up?" the smirk on his face, the tone of his voice, it all made you feel unexplainable dread. "Take a good look," he opened the bag and turned it over, letting a very familiar pair of MMA gloves fall to the dirty floor.

Despite Tara's attempt to grab your hand you took steps forward, stopping right between Tara and Sam and the gloves at Thomas' feet. "Susan," your throat was dry when you said her name. This couldn’t be happening, she couldn’t be dead, but he took Zack’s gloves.

"Exactly, it's been four days now, just so you know why she hasn't been responding all this time," he was taunting you. He was amused by your failure to figure out what happened to Susan.

"Why?! What did she ever do to any of you?!" you weren't the one asking that, it was Tara.

You just stared at the gloves, barely even registering your surroundings. If anyone wanted to kill you, well, there wasn't a better opportunity than this very moment.

"It's simple really. Susan was the only one who'd always, no matter what, no matter what the other choice is, choose Y/N. Your friends won't, Samantha won't, not even you would Tara. It would hurt you, you'd never forgive yourself, but you'd choose Samantha in the end," he turned to you as Tara remained silent. "Parents? Oh, they really don't care. Zack and Susan? Dead. You can try to deny it all you want, but the only reason you are still alive is because you were strong enough to survive on your own. Twice now you were stuck with me, no one came to help. Your girlfriend put up a better fight to protect a friend than she did to protect you. You are alone, Y/N, and you threw everything you could have been for nothing. Quite frankly, what I'm about to do is a mercy kill."

You heard everything he said and you relaxed. There was nothing. No rage. No despair. No remorse. No sorrow. Nothing. Just an empty state of mindlessness.

"That's it," Thomas grinned, tossing aside his robes. Then his eyes abruptly widened. "Wait, Quinn!"

"Y/N!" you heard Tara and Sam's scream.

You glanced to your left and focused on nothing but the blade that was approaching you.

A/N: Here's a fun question, how much would Tara suffer if she had to choose between Sam and Reader?

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[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

What is true power of Timelord(Doctor especially)?Does he,or other regular Timelord,posses any superpower or skill like Master when he was throwing lightnings or 10thDoctor when he fought with a sword in "Christmas Invasion"?Cause sometimes you have to participate in a direct fight and not all issues can be solved with intelligence,companions or plot twist

What is the true power of a Time Lord?

Let's set expectations early: Time Lords are not Marvel. They don't shoot lasers from their eyes or have the ability to generate bellybutton lint at will (x).

That said, they're not powerless either. Their abilities are just rooted in some biology trickery, psionics, and really aggressive academia.

⚙️ Physical Abilities

Reflexes: Time Lords can perceive in five dimensions. This allows them to anticipate events, movements, and patterns in ways that feel almost precognitive. Combined with faster-than-human reflexes and high neural speed, they can react extremely quickly, enough to swordfight a Sycorax on a spaceship in pyjamas.

Healing: Their bodies are extremely resilient, capable of healing rapidly from injury, and in rare cases, they can even share regenerative energy to heal others, though this cannot resurrect the dead, and comes at a heavy cost.

Stamina & Durability: They don't tire easily, resilient in hostile environments, and are notably difficult to kill. Many master the respiratory bypass system, allowing them to survive without oxygen, and making it extremely annoying to try and suffocate them.

🌀 Psionic Abilities

Telepathy: All Time Lords are mildly telepathic. They can send and receive thoughts, manipulate memories, form psionic links with others, and access minds via physical contact.

Low-Level Telekinesis: Limited to very small objects—game pieces, buttons, the occasional feather. Not battle-worthy, but scandalously underused.

mRNA Memory Access: Yes, if a Time Lord ingests biological matter containing RNA (like, say, a biodata strand or a bit of flesh), they can access that being's memories. Let's all just take a moment to think about that.

⏳ Chrono Abilities

Five-Dimensional Perception: Time Lords exist across, and are aware of, five dimensions. This allows them to perceive time non-linearly, detect anomalies, and occasionally experience flashes of possible futures or lost presents.

Time Sensitivity: They can feel temporal disturbances, like you might feel pressure or heat. This is often described as a hum, a wrongness, or the sensation of being out of sync with the room.

Instinctive Chronology: Most Time Lords have an innate ability to track chronology. They always know when they are, and in most cases, how wrong everything else is.

🧾 Honourable Mentions

Low sleep requirements

Significantly improved senses, including enhanced hearing, sight, and proprioception

Slightly enhanced strength and endurance

Extreme longevity

Regeneration, of course

Higher baseline resistance to radiation, toxins, and temperature changes

Excellent hair

⚡ What about the extremes?

The Master's 'lightning bolts' were the result of a botched regeneration, interrupted by outside forces. What you saw was unstable regenerative energy discharging chaotically, and it's not a standard power set.

Similarly, the Tenth Doctor's glowy floaty moment on the Valiant was a singular event. He spent a year tuning into a mass telepathic network, amplified by the Archangel system, fuelled by the collective attention of the human race. For a brief moment, this allowed him to:

Levitate

Manipulate physical matter (telekinesis)

Manifest shielding

Rapidly heal and de-age

Deliver a well-timed speech about forgiveness

This was not repeatable without a very specific set of circumstances, and definitely not the sort of thing you can just do because you're a Time Lord. That was a one-time paradox-soaked miracle powered by narrative gravity and collective belief.

🏫 So...

Time Lords are powerful—but in the bend-reality-with-an-academic-reference sort of way. Their abilities come from perception, precision, and a lot of cellular firepower, not raw muscle or super abilities.

Related:

📺|🧬👽Some of the weirdest pieces of Gallifreyan biology we've not thought much about

💬|👁️⏲️How do Time Lords see the future?: Overview of the five-dimensional aspect of Time Lords and how they perceive the future.

🤔|🛡️⚡How does healing work in Time Lords and hybrids?: Healing processes with some helpful guides to timeframes.

Hope that helped! 😃

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[deusvervewrites]

Bainus: you know, between Force Precognition, Force Enhanced Physical Abilities like Force Jump and Force Speed, and just how powerful Izuku’s "quirk" is, there's actually a very strong chance of AFO thinking Izuku has OFA. Of course, since the force isn't a quirk, there's nothing to steal.

He'd be so confused if he tried

[euphuisticgrace]

Love and Deepspace LIs if they were in the Riordanverse (Camp Half Blood)

All info on the abilities of demigods pulled from the Riordanverse wiki

While the gods/goddesses might be contentious, I think they go best with the following

Xavier - Hypnos, Rafayel - Apollo, Zayne - Athena, Sylus - Ares, Caleb - Aphrodite

I can see them being Athena, Poseidon, Apollo, Hades, Hermes BUT I think the ones I picked make more sense.

Xavier - son of Hypnos (god of sleep)

Abilities: As a son of Hypnos, he can control sleep and dreams.

He has the ability to astral project in his dreams and in a different form like the gods.

He can see people's memories.

He and his cabin lull people to sleep.

Each of his siblings, including him, radiates individually a power that causes people to fall asleep.

He can do nearly anything involving sleep as his father is the god of sleep.

He can see the gods in his dreams, who always shift forms.

Fights with a golden sword.

Rafayel - son of Apollo (god of music, art, prophecy, the sun, poetry, medicine, etc)

Abilities: He can curse others to only speak in rhyming couplets that can take days or even weeks to wear off (depending on strength and number of people in the spell).

He excels at anything involving throwing or shooting stuff, like shooting hoops or shooting firearms or other missile weapons.

He excels in the arts.

Vitakinesis: As a child of Apollo, he is a natural healers.

He can heal people by singing a hymn to his father (in Ancient Greek).

Audiokinesis: As a child of Apollo, he has the ability to control sound waves and music.

From what can be gleaned from The Demigod Diaries, it can be presumed that some, or even all of Apollo's children possess a limited form of precognition.

Fights with a dagger that harnesses light from the sun to start flames.

Zayne - son of Athena (goddess of wisdom, war, strategy)

Ability: Genius Intellect: children of Athena possess high intelligence and wisdom, especially regarding war strategy.

Craftsmanship: Many of them have instinctive skills in architecture, forging and weaving.

Audiokinesis (limited): They never forget what they heard and can be very manipulative.

Telumkinesis (limited): They adapt to using various types of weapons quicker than normal and develop great control over them.

Enhanced Physical Prowess: They all have enhanced strength, swiftness and durability

He studies medicine and the human body to try to understand disease and surgery. Helps in the infirmary

Sylus - son of Ares (god of war)

Abilities: Telumkinesis: They are able to adapt to using various types of weapons quicker than normal. They have the power to curse their opponents' weapons and transfigure any object into any weapon. Examples include making a sword too heavy to lift properly or turning arrows into rubber, forcibly disarming their opponents.

Odikinesis: They can unconsciously arouse feelings of impulsive anger, hatred, and bloodlust in people, to the point of instigating physical violence.

Necromancy (limited): They can summon the dead of the losing side of a battle.

Enhanced Physical Prowess: They all have enhanced strength and swiftness. The daughters of Ares have the skeletal structure and muscle distribution of exceptionally large, strong, and well-conditioned human men, allowing them to withstand the rigors of combat as well as their brothers.

Intelligence: They are excellent war strategists, though they seem to prefer mindless brute force over strategy like their father.

Fighting skills: They are natural fighters with inborn fighting skills.

Expert fist fighter

Caleb - son of Aphrodite (goddess of love)

Abilities: They have magical control over clothes, makeup, and jewelry.

Amokinesis: As the children of Aphrodite, they have control over feelings related to love and desire.

They have the ability to change their physical features.

Charmspeak: Selected children of Aphrodite can influence other with the strength of their voices. The only known demigods with this ability are Piper McLean and Drew Tanaka. It’s likely it was Silena’s case too, as she uses Charmspeak in the Demigods Files.

They have the ability to speak fluent French and other languages of love.

They possess high social abilities and awareness.

They have the ability to use Permanent Makeup on others, as seen in the Demigod Files

They have the ability to curse people so all of their clothes are two sizes too small for them for a period of time. This is seen in The Demigod Files.

Shapeshifting

Using his rigged metal arm, he can turn it into a blade to fight with

[kit-williams]

Mind if I dump some Konrad Curze fluff in an AU where the Horus Heresy never happened?

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It had all started when he got a new serf. She was an odd creature, kind and soft-spoken, yet shunned by the other servants.

This was curious, usually the serfs aboard the Nightfall were as thick as thieves, sharing crucial information that would keep them away from the bloodthirsty astartes.

He supposed that it made sense that the pariah of the group would end up doing the worst jobs, such as having to clean the Primarch's quarters.

Another oddity of yours was how you didn't seem to afraid of the Marines or of him. You would even come to clean his quarters while he was still present.

The serfs on board would only ever clean anything if the occupants had left this area, this along with the general gore that was constantly being brought in by the Night Lords made the Nightfall one of the filthiest ships in the Imperium.

And yet, ever since you became his serf, his private quarters were never short of immaculate. You never seemed to attract any attention, you did what you had to do, to the best of your ability, that was it.

Maybe that was what drew him to you. In a galaxy where he was shunned for being overly cruel, and could feel his sanity slipping away, you were something to ground himself to. So that he wouldn't lose himself to the Night Haunter.

You had an aura of calmness around you that seemed to calm him down, to the point where he would sometimes knock something over on purpose and call the serfs for a clean up. His tension and migraines always seemed to vanish after you entered.

One day, as you were cleaning up his latest mess of broken ceramite from a fit of madness, he decided to call you over. You were just putting away everything when you got your new orders.

"Come sit by me." The primarch of the Nightlords stated.

An odd request, but one you dutifully fulfilled. You looked up at him for your next order.

"Why are you shunned by the rest of the serfs?"

A straightforward question with straightforward answer.

"I am a null my lord."

The simple sentence surprised him, and just when he thought that he had you figured out. He knew of Nulls and Pariahs, he's met with the sisters of silence after all, he know that the Ordo Assassinoram trains powerful Pariahs into Cullexus assassins. But the question remained, why would one so powerful, as to negate the psychic power of the warp, be a serf aboard his ship?

"Why are you a serf? You should be in the imperial guard, or a part of the sisters of silence."

He watched as the serf thought for a moment.

"My Pariah gene is recessive, and as such I cannot be a sister of silence."

"But it still has a noticeable phenotype with how your fellow serfs avoid you." Konrad argued back.

She sighed. "That is true my lord, I was trained by the Astra Telepathica, but I was wounded in training, so I was discharged. My null sphere was strong enough that not many people trusted me enough to hire me, one of the few jobs where I was accepted was as a serf aboard you ship."

He swallowed. It was obviously unfair, but the Imperium wasn't known to be fair to anyone.

You being a semi-powerful Null did get the gears in his mind to turn however. Maybe that was why he felt so calm around you, your null sphere numbing the worst of his precognition.

With a wave of his hand he dismissed you. You simply bow your head and move on, your work complete.

You were useful to him. He needed to figure out a plan to keep you around.

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In case you didn't know, Nulls are basically anti Psykers. This is because those born with the Null or Pariah gene exhibit a null force around them which negates all psychic energy.

Powerful Pariahs are recruited by the Imperium to become sisters of silence, who are the emperor's personal force to deal with Warp shenanigans, or become Cullexus assassins who are trained by the assassinoram to kill powerful Psykers.

Lower level Nulls are useful in the imperial guard as their force wards off chaos, rogue Psykers, the Eldar, and causes tyranid synapses to misfire.

The downside to all of this is that the more powerful the null sphere, the more people dislike and distrust them. Many powerful Nulls don't even make it past childhood because of this.

Konrad likes this serf because she quiets down the visions in his mind.

I knew about Nulls so thank you for adding it in for the people in the back

Just I never thought about it like this... oh how just nice