#Ford does not stay wholesome

[glassbugs]

wanted to promote my bigger fic along with my one shots--

This one gets a little MESSY please mind some of the tags but if you like kind of a shittier Ford, messy interpersonal relationships, and wincing as you read certain bits you should check it out maybe

Pairings- Ford Pines x Reader and Stan Pines x Reader

slight BillFord and BillxReader very briefly

Synopsis-

It's the mid 70's, Standford Pines is in the thick of his study of Gravity Fall's anomalies when he happens across a seemingly feral woman living deep in the woods. She's certainly not a woman of science but she seems to have a pretty friendly relationship with some of the local cryptids, so maybe she can be of some help to his studies? Maybe they're both in desperate need of some human interactions?? Maybe she ends up being everything he needs to stroke his ego. She's got a bit of a wild streak, but it's nothing that can't be fixed.

Hopefully nobody shows up 30 chapters in and basically saves her from a deteriorating mad man and his little demon side-piece

Warnings-

Grooming, slight sexual coercion/dubious consent, pregnancy and vaguely described child birth, Bill needs a content warning all for himself, Implied Referenced Sex work/child abuse/attempted non-con/Murder, Infidelity, there's probably gonna be more added as it goes on idk man

[hotluncheddie]

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this is honestly kinda random but my part two of the @thefreakandthehair summer fic challenge is done!!! so pretend it’s summer and not halloween, these boys r bring goofy all year round!

prompt: picking berries | cw: none | rated: G | part 2/2 | tags: disaster gays steve& eddie. besties robin & steve. jeff is an angel.

read part 1 here!

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‘rob? um. is it gay to take your male friend berry picking’ steve asks while he’s pushing the full returns kart over to the romance section. he feels his eyebrows scrunch as he tries to read the labels on the tapes.

‘uh’ comes robins faint reply from where she’s slumped on the counter.. not helpful.

‘if uh. what if he really likes strawberries. like so so much.’ steve asks, focusing on trying to read the tapes even harder as he feels his neck get warm the longer he hears no reply.

‘no right? no, i don’t think so. it’s like friendly bonding. totally wholesome.’ steve gives up on the tapes. coming around to stare at robin across the counter. he gnaws on his cuticle and stares at her eyeballs so hard he goes cross eyed.

‘what the fuck’ robin whispers ‘it’s 9 in the morning’

‘robinnnnn’ steve whines because she not helping and he needs her to help, like so much, like right now.

‘ok ok! ask me again.’ she demands, finally looking alive and like she’ll actually fulfil her best friend duties like he needs.

steve takes a deep breath. ‘is it gay to…’

‘yes.’ robin interrupts before he can finish.

steve opens and closes his mouth a couple times. his mind is blank. blank except for an image of eddie and an image of a strawberry and an intense need in his gut to have the two connect.

‘shit’ steve rubs his hand down his face.

‘fraid so, it’s super gay and i hate to be the one to break it to ya.’ robin pats him on the shoulder, genuinely looking like she feels sorry for him. until her face shifts into a grin that’s a touch feral. ‘your crush on eddie is officially terminal.’

steve feels the heat on his neck slither up and bite at his cheeks. ‘who, uh, who said it was eddie?’

‘oh come on steve! i’m your best friend i see how you look at him.’ robin laments, rolling her eyes with her whole body, instantly calling his paper thin bluff.

steve groans, pushes away from the counter and starts pacing ‘ugh okay yes fine! i wanna take eddie on a gay strawberry date and make him smile and hold his hand and other stuff and, and im kinda freaking out here rob!’ steve feels frazzled. he cards a hand through his hair and tuggs.

‘okay. okay! it’s fine see, it’s fine.’ robin says, giving steve two big thumbs up and a smile that does nothing to hide the panic in her eyes. steve whines again and goes back to pacing.

‘uhhh okay! is this gay stress or eddie specific stress?’ robin joins him in pacing but she stays behind the counter. ‘because i know we talked about that kid in camp and you had a lot to say about that one guy you saw at a swim meet and then when we watched blade runner you talked over it a lot like normal but also got like really quiet when harrison ford was all kinda sweaty and stuff.’ robin finally takes a breath and turn back to face steve who is gaping at her. he feels like she just dissected his brain like it was a frog.

‘so i feel like we discussed the whole’ robin flails her arms up and down his general being. ‘bi thing. so i’m thinking this is more a like eddie specific freak out and so, like, shut the fuck up actually? hes obsessed with you steve!’ robin finishes, finally.

‘who’s obsessed with steve?’ eddie’s asks. because eddie’s there now. flanked by the three corroded coffin boys, all looking at steve like he’s something to be wary of.

‘uh’ robin and steve say in unison.

‘kieth!’ robin shouts with way too much enthusiasm for their manager who barely does his job. ‘yeah, ha. he’s been doing the schedules so the two of them overlap like, all the time. steve here always figured the guy hated him but, uh, times they do be a changing. yeah, he’s to-totally obsessed.’ robin smiles way too big and steve can only match it. staring at her, trying to make her shut. up. using only his minimal bran power.

‘oooh’ eddie says because he’s an angel who would never make fun of robin even if she’s being super weird.

‘uh, we’re gonna go look at the sci-fi section ed’s.’ Gareth says, his face one of confusion and maybe a little bit of fear.

‘buckley. harrington.’ jeff says nodding his head in acknowledgment of the two before they all wonder off. gareth and (unnamed freak) repeat the motion and follow.

huh. that’s good. eddie’s friends are taking longer than most to thaw to steve. he gets it, but, still, sometimes it stings.

‘cool yeah.’ eddie says watching them slip away. ‘movie day.’ eddie explains, smiling so big his eyes squish into little crescents, bouncing on his toes.

steve feels his actual heart clench. like god himself is reaching into his chest and squeezing it.

‘that’s great man’ steve says, voice coming out breathy but eddie’s smile only brightens further when their eyes lock. so steve has to spend a second remembering to breath in again.

‘you want to join? oh uh. i mean. you can’t. your working.’ eddie babbles, slowly going strawberry red. ‘and like, i know you don’t love horror and stuff and that’s kinda the vibe we’re going for so, maybe um, maybe some other time. a time your not working but when it’s not like alien over and over. uh yeah.’

‘doyouwanttogoberrypicking. with me?’ steve blurts. feeling his whole head heat up and run down his chest. he clamps a hand over his mouth, eyes wide.

eddie looks shocked, eyes so big and confused and pretty.

but before steve knows it, the sun peaks over the mountains and the corners of eddie’s mouth curl into a grin that’s so delighted steve’s toes almost curl.

‘yeah. course i would.’ eddie says, so softly, so shyly through his still strawberry red smile..

‘hopeless am i right?’ jeff says as he steps over to the counter next to robin.

they’re both gawking at the two fumbling through making a plan. all pink cheeked and goofy.

‘hopeless.’ robin confirms, rolling her eyes and going back o actually doing her job. she smiles down at the tape in her hand.

[terrence-silver]

If Terry was never wealthy and came from poverty, would he be even more dangerous? How would he be different?

I don't know, Terry while he's pretending to be a poor, ordinary person to trick Daniel (or Poorsona!Terry, as I like to call him) gives me major concealed serial killer vibes. Like, hear me out; he is all wholesome, kind, polite on the surface, and he's pretty convincing of it too. All blue jeans, a tucked in grey sweatshirt, a humble, blue busted up Ford that has seen better days. Very 'boy next door', right? Now, let us imagine none of this was an act and this was really his lifestyle after Vietnam. There is no Terry Silver the billionaire. But, there's still his PTSD, his sadistic tendencies, his pathological lying, his artificial charm, his need to hurt people (and his uncanny ability to pull it off), his penchant to fabricate personas, everything he want through in the war; the whole nine yard. A day-to-day ordinary Terry could just go the opposite route; pretending he is some secretly rich, trust fund guy with a big inheritance waiting for him when such a story becomes tactically useful. Is there rage over the fact that his monetary situation is less than stellar and beyond his control? Possibly. Is there even more a volatile nature to him because he can't afford any of the vices he perhaps uses to quell himself, like excess spending, narcotics or expensive liquor? Very likely. Can I see him scamming, tricking and lying even more because it is the means to an end and he can gain a lot from it? Yes. Would he be a con artist (bordering on a willing gigolo who is just as ready to hurt people, rob them and kill them if need be?) who wouldn't stay poor too long because he is too cunning, sleek and ambitious to accept his lot in life? Also yes. Does he give me shades of Travis Bickle, with the added extra of a Machiavellian side to him where Terry would stop at nothing to gain what he wants, using whoever he wants? Maybe.

In the end, I can envision him manipulating, seducing and masterfully taking advantage of trusting, naive people who have more than him so expertly they pretty much just gladly give him money without realizing they're being had.

[possumbreath]

A non-exhaustive list of things I want to happen in the traveling salesmen au, in no particular order:

* Ford makes a roadtrip hookup mistake in the name of science and gets turned into a vampire and has to be dragged kicking and screaming into getting cured

* The next week he meets a werewolf and makes the exact same fucking mistake

* Stan and Fiddleford film a low budget commercial and with each script rewrite it gets both better and more stupid. it airs once at like 3am and they are both so proud of themselves

* Fiddleford and Emma-May have a very nice phone conversation while Stan and Ford fight a monster in the background, nobody thinks this is out of the ordinary or cause for alarm

* The boys have to watch Tate for a while for whatever reason and he gets roped into helping with sales. They slap a little bow tie on him and he's cute enough to triple profits overnight

* The running joke of Fiddleford making adjustments and 'improvements' to the RV whenever it is convenient to the plot or would just be really funny. Of course we have rockets why wouldn't we. Of course there's a weapons locker under the sink

* Stan takes Tate fishing and it is tooth-rottingly wholesome

* Ford has an entire section in his Weird Shit Diary speculating about Emma-May's bangs and what is under them. Does she have eyes? What color are they? The world may never know. Fiddleford and Stan refuse to tell him anything one way or the other and this is half the reason he continues to care about it, because either they're messing with him (rude) or she really IS a cyclops

* Ford stays with the McGuckets-and-Stan polycule in Palo Alto when they aren't traveling around and has to put up with the three of them being lovey-dovey right in front of his salad

* Because this is an AU where Ford didn't stay in Gravity Falls long enough to get suckered by Bill, Bill keeps trying to entrap him and always fails much like the coyote never manages to catch the fucking roadrunner. This is just background noise to the whole thing, this one dumbass triangle shrieking in rage because in this universe there is a wall of love and support between him and his target and he keeps smacking into it

* In general everybody has a nice time because it's my au and I say so and canon already provides me with enough angst anyway

* They All Smoke A Weed

[throughthewwods]

100 Days of Productivity . Day 60

CoupleGoals Post- Covid: we are both vaccinated! chachaCha! 🎉

💚 worked out. So nice to have my leg healed nearly back to normal

💙 did a bunch of cleaning and preemptive cooking in case I felt yucky after the vaccine

RB scooped us up on time to head back the way he came. Our children are ecstatically sharing their Minecraft worlds. They haven’t seen each other in a few weeks and there is much to discuss. there are times the newfound excess of video games in our lives is concerning, but I try to remind myself that these mediums let them travel. RB reaches across the armrest to hold my hand as we weave through mountains tinted with cautious optimism.

We arrived at the grounds a bit early. The clinic took me right away without us waiting around.  I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been a house cat for a yearish or that it was a completely foreign environment, but for a moment there I was pretty nervous when they instructed RB to stay in the car with the children rather than let him be my seeing-eye-human. It’s been so long since I had to fumble through finding someone to explain I need to borrow their eyes. The shot was such a quick pin prick I barely noticed and before I knew it she was pressing a bandaid on my arm.

As I sat in the waiting room for my 15 minutes, I smile into my phone at RB wishing me well in emoji. It’s the little things.

For the rest of the day I’m walking on clouds elated for a month from now imagining all of the mundane, glittering things I will do once I can leave my apartment.

We pop over to RB’s house, which is a nice change of scenery from my apartment. RB and I are cuddled on the couch as small humans gnawed on pretzels and play old school, Nintendo 64 games that were truly something to behold many moons ago. They build randomness from Legos and race cars. RB’s kitties are more sociable this visit. RB shows me an array of recycled parts that will become his next lamp sculpture. He’s sparkly at the thought of installing seatbelts in the backseat of his 56 Ford so our lil pack can all cruise safely this summer. It’s a wholesome serenity maybe only other people with a history of chaos and trauma can truly appreciate without irony.

RB orders us all pad Thai. I offer to wash the dishes while he grabs dinner, which, although seamless enough, is a milestone in the ‘team spirit’ progression of our relationship that’s been delayed by Covid circumstances. It’s our ‘I got AB handled. You go manage CDE’ , our first occasion he’s entrusted me to watch the kiddos and the first time I’ve been left alone in his home.

We had a tasty meal sprawled about his living room. It’s good that we are both laid-back people unburdened by most particulars. at my place we relax for a while. My dog dose not completely lose his mind upon our arrival, which gives me hope that the training is working at least a little. After they head home GSD stares out the glass door for the longest time awaiting RB’s return, which is both pitiful and adorable. Kiddo adds to her diary of cat adventures.

My enthusiasm for my first vaccine does woke me up at 4 A.M., so I passed out pretty early. this morning my arm is a little sore, but nothing troubling. I’m on my 2nd cup of coffee sipping mostly a hopefulness that I do not allow myself very often.

[hillbillied]

i found your post about andy and eddie's kinks from a couple of years ago and i was just wondering do you have any updated thoughts?

firstly, thank you anon!! I love writing these two!!

secondly fuck, I left this ask in the ‘box for a while because, double fuck, I couldn’t think of any kinks I hadn’t included in the OG post!! I am very sorry for the delay!

(I had to read through them to check, still crispy if I do say so... let’s see what else we can get in there. god I could go on a whole bunch more about the ones from the OG post lmao my fave losers in love having great sex!)

The Secret Kinks of Andrew Haldane and his Lieutenant, Edward Jones (pt.II)

(highly nsfw, 18+ only)

I’m gonna rag on Andy’s exhibitionism kink a little louder than before because it’s so embarrassing. going to the cinema is a chore because Andy doesn’t have the patience for long movies and he really can’t get behind anything that’s not a really fucking hilarious comedy or a truly gripping drama. anything even a little lacklustre (most of what’s on in the 50s) has his gaze wondering elsewhere

the amount of times Eddie has been enjoying his movie experience (he loves movies, btw, he didn’t get to go to many as a kid – think Gunny-level attention in the scene where the marines are watching For Whom the Bell Tolls) and suddenly a hand is brushing his knee. he can’t help but roll his eyes because Andy, good lord, can’t you enjoy the plot for five-fucking-minutes?

luckily for Andy, he’s got a semi-indulgent boyfriend or at least a condoning one; either Eddie will lift his longs legs and put them over Andy’s lap, teasing him with the weight whilst simultaneously giving him some cover to enjoy himself (in no relation to the movie) – or, if he’s feeling generous and equally turned on, he’ll give his stupid fucking would-be husband a hand so he can go back to his popcorn. Eddie’s got skilled fingers and only makes eye contact with his flustered, heavy-breathing boyfriend in scathing glances to show his “disapproval”

car sex is as normal to the two of them as breathing. it started fairly uncreative and vanilla, just screwing in the one long seat of Hillbilly’s pickup. it’s a little on the tight side but Eddie’s more flexible than many would believe. Andy loves having two hands just under his knees, pushing his thighs up against his chest so he can fuck him nice and deep. it has Eddie’s toes curling and his teeth gritted and colourful curses dripping out the cracked window (no AC means a real sweaty cab)

that, or Hillbilly will be riding Andy passenger side. he likes smoking in his car and he likes riding Ack Ack’s cock, so this is a win-win scenario. the leverage from the seat means he can light up while rolling his hips, humming around the cigarette. it’s an erotic sight for sure; Andy has to cover his eyes with his hand while laughing out a breathless “shit, Eddie…”

romantic evenings include soft kisses and mutual handjobs in the truck bed, after giving up on star gazing. less romantic evenings include parking somewhere discreet (or… not, because Andy’s exhibitionism is a nightmare and the 60s were pretty wild) to get them both out on the road. there’s sweaty handprints on the hood where Andy has Eddie bent over it, pinned between his chest and hot metal. it’s some of the hardest, roughest sex they have, and Andy usually uses Eddie’s t-shirt for leverage, something to twist into an psudo-harness to pull him back against his dick. Hillbilly likes to growl out threats – “you stain m’ car, Andy, I’ll fuckin’ kill you” – but it’s all a ruse to cover how there’s sweat dripping from his curls and how his pants for air are turning into moans and how he’s the one staining the tire where he’s cum, hard enough to have him flat out over the hood and gasping

this is all while the car is parked, of course. Andy loves giving Eddie head while he’s driving. it’s lucky Hillbilly’s had to drive bigger, scarier machines than a Ford, honestly. his disapproval (fake, every time) is portrayed where he grabs Andy’s hair and forces his cock down his throat. “Cop car” he’ll say, “gotta stay down”. he’s a lying sack of shit but it’s worth the sin to glance down at Andy when he lets him pull back, spittle running from his tongue and his coughing turning to a gasp then a moan in quick succession. it’s really difficult for Eddie not to grin super wide and push Andy’s head back down for more

(side note: Andy’s a service top so he gives great head, none of this fake dom shit. they each say the other gives it better because they are both weak for one another and stupidly in love)

gags become a thing after a while. Andy is an expert at introducing/asking about bedroom ideas without being condescending and he knows he has to decipher Eddie’s interest without it sounding like he wants him to shut the fuck up. (he does not, he loves everything that comes out of Hillbilly’s mouth, from stone-cold threat to lazy joke to breathless groan)

but a thing they do become. (it starts with Andy shoving a couple of fingers in Eddie’s mouth to “keep quiet”, an old familiar trick from the war, and it snowballs from there) so the next time Andy’s bent over Eddie, facing him and maybe got his hands pinned above his head, and Eddie decides to let off a quip, Ack Ack stops. slows his motions and pretends to think, then reaches for his master plan. the first time, it’s just fabric, shoved into Hillbilly’s mouth. his pink cheeks (from semi-annoyance or embarrassment, not sure) and deep frown and almost-offended stare are fucking priceless

(Andy buys a proper gag, one Eddie can bite down on. one he can grab the back of and pull Hillbilly’s head back with so he can kiss his neck, tell him how fucking hot his moans are when they’re all he can make)

collars slip in there somewhere. they’re not sure where that came from but there’s a suspicion it may have come from the wholesome conversation about adopting a dog (which they both want to do they’re just terrified of going to pick one and falling in love with more and then what are they gonna do?? have fifty dogs?? but I digress)

Andy’s not one to be embarrassed of his sex purchases but he was definitely scratching his neck when he bought it. luckily, his boyfriend can read him like a goddamn book. the man likes being in control, sure, dominating the room in his own masterful way, definitely – that doesn’t change the look of complete adoration that takes Andy’s features when Eddie buckles the collar around his neck

it fits well with Andy’s orgasm denial kink. he doesn’t do it to Eddie much (he’s got enough kinky shit he can do to him) but Hillbilly definitely does it to him. it’s a treat to test Andy’s self-restraint and not with any bondage. Eddie’s a very patient man, used to unfulfilling sex prior to Ack Ack, so he’s got all the time in the world. he loves making Andy wait, teasing him with a grip around the base of his cock. he gets a cock ring for him later, when his tight grip isn’t cutting it anymore

there’s nothing better than watching Andy’s thighs tremble, sat on his own hands on a chair, desperately keeping his cool while Hillbilly carefully lowers himself onto his cock (Eddie uses that collar to get him to look him in the eye)

they usually can’t be bothered with food play (“Food is f’ eatin’, Andrew, not wastin’.”) but there’s occasional things. Andy has a tendency to take Eddie’s fingers in his mouth and lick them clean, whether from an accidental or purposely spillage. he doesn’t really care what’s on them so long as it’s edible and he can watch Hillbilly’s lip curl watching him

Eddie’s definitely done a “spillage” of his own once or twice. except his are obvious, just how he likes them; he’ll straight up pour a splash of beer on his dick and invite Andy to come lap it up. his house, his rules and all. Andy always obliges

Eddie gives a great spit ‘n shine to boots, Andy’s found. he loves demanding Eddie get on his knees and do the daily duties he learned as a marine, making sure his captain’s uniform is in order. (slightly funny if Ack Ack’s not wearing anything but his boots while saying it, but he can live with that) having Hillbilly look up at him – “Like this, Skipper?” - as he runs his tongue across the leather is more than worth it

Eddie likes tearing open clothes, though he feels really, really bad about it. it’s obvious it turns him on because Andy loses a lot of shirt buttons over the years. (they sew them back on together, which is nice, gotta know how to mend and make do. Eddie actually knows a lot about cross stitch and Andy adores learning from him)

one time Andy’s waving his ass Eddie’s way, has been for a whole morning whilst they were gardening, potting flowers, weeding the lawn, working, Andy, we’re busy – so it’s just been a build up of hard-ons and no time to deal with them. and they’re wearing old clothes for the task, threadbare jeans. (that used to be Eddies, even the ones on Andy’s ass) so when Hillbilly finally presses up against Andy, bites his ear, and grabs his pants with both hands - he just pulls. they tear open and Andy feels Eddie shudder against him (shortly before he feels Hillbilly’s cock pushing inside him but that’s just a massive bonus)

Andy’s an indulgent boyfriend so he buys underwear and pants on the cheap and waves them Eddie’s way. the “rippables” as he calls them. made to be ripped, end of. no hard feelings, good riddance to them

I said they were too lazy for bondage because they can just pin each other and I stand by it; it remains a special thing. one of the ‘hardcore’ things, like the belt and gun play. mainly because, while they can actually pin each other down quite effectively with limited wiggle room, there’s still the ability to y’know, headbutt each other. because they’re also both trained in how to flip a guy that grabs you. fatally, if need be

so tying Eddie up (Andy’s always been down to be tied up, blindfolded, etc. by Eddie because he trusts literally one man in the whole world and it’s Edward Jones) is a big thing. because Eddie has had to fuck people up who tried to fight him and his brute strength is what’s gotten him through (finding something capable of realistically holding him is also a struggle in sexual hilarity because fuck, it’s gotta be thick rope or actual police handcuffs)

when Andy asks him about it (and presents the short length of rope he went for because he couldn’t find handcuffs yet) Eddie immediately says yes. because he trusts Andy completely. but he also says not tonight and not every night and not any time he can see it coming. if he works himself up about it, he’ll embarrass himself

when it does happen (Andy’s can read him right back, he knows when), Eddie ends up with his hands tied behind his back. he jokes about Ack Ack’s poor navy knotwork and gets a laugh back. then Andy slow bends him over the bed. that’s all Eddie thought he’d do, which isn’t a bother, long legs are still able to roll away. until Andy kneels down below him, caressing his thigh lovingly, and nudges his legs open. Eddie ends up standing bent over on the mattress with each ankle tied to a leg of their heavy bed frame

it’s a lot but Andy takes his time, kisses his way up from Eddie’s calf all the way to the back of his neck, keeping a hand pressed to his inner thigh. the tremble there is aroused and overwhelmed all in one. the first time, Ack Ack just enjoys giving his boyfriend a nice, slow handjob, supporting himself over Hillbilly so he can feel his weight. it’s amazing to have Eddie coming apart under him, whispering for more until he gets a shaking orgasm, biting the sheets to try and cover how loud he whimpers (it’s too much for Andy, too, and he cums just from rubbing between Eddie’s thighs)

Andy’s trademark aftercare is as excellent as ever and they sit together with some tea on the bed, listen to the radio, Eddie leaning against his chest with two loving arms around him. he asks if next time Ack Ack will fuck him and naturally, Andy just says “if you want me to” while kissing his temple. Hillbilly wipes his face and asks “please”

[redtutel]

Rewatching Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens

Although I have vague memories of the Episode III promotional material, this is the Star Wars movie where I truly was a part of the hype. December 2015 was a magical time where everyone was just...loved Star Wars. And it created a meme and parody culture that was just as wholesome as the original trilogies. None of that cynical and nitpicky, or in extreme cases sexist and racist, Star Wars fan culture we’re dealing with today.

So much like the first Avengers movie, the magic surrounding its release will make it impossible for me to judge this movie fairy. But I don’t care. I’m still very attached to it. Will this be the viewing where the magic wares off? Or will I find myself considering this better then the film it pays homage to. I’m excited to find out.

Seeing a brand new “A Long Time Ago in a Galaxy Far, Far, Away” and an opening crawl in theaters was just awesome.

“Will not rest until, Skywalker, The Last Jedi, has been destroyed,” Hey, Foreshadowing! I know there’s a ton of debate as to what was or wasn’t planned in advance for this trilogy, but still.

The First Order is Space ISIS/Neo-Nazis, and Leia leads an army to fight it. Pretty simple. I don’t get why people get so up in arms about how little the politics are explored in this movie. It’s probably a side effect of just how lore heavy Star Wars got after the original trilogy.

The opening shot of a space ship completely covering a moon. A new take on ironic Star Wars imagers. A pretty good summary of this movie. But I feel like such new takes make up for just how many recycled plot points this movie has.

The opening action sequence is the first time in years Storm Troopers have been intimidating (Clone Troopers and Stormtroopers are two different things). It’s pretty impressive. It’s a great way to establish how evil the First Order is.

Finn’s introduction is so impressive. A Stormtrooper who in his first fight, completely looses the will to participate in war. We may never know about his friend he saw die, but despite that, we still understand why he lost his will to fight. It might be a bit awkward for Finn and Poe’s friendship if they ever find out Poe shot Finn’s old Stormtrooper friend.

Kylo Ren stopping a laser with the Force. An awesome new way to use the Force. And I love Poe’s quip “So who talks first?” It establishes Poe as a fun, jokey character, which is why I don’t get why people got upset about his sense of humor in Last Jedi. He’s the sort of character that uses humor to relieve the tension of any situation he’s in.

J.J Abrams made this movie to be watched blind, and I really wish I could (but I saw spoilers before I watched it). Where is Luke? Who is this new Sith? What’s the backstory the old man hits at? There’s a good Stormtrooper? He talks off his helmet? Who’s this girl in the desert? I’d love to discover these things for the first time all over again.

I’m found of robot characters that go against their programming. Finn’s not a robot, but the beginning of his character arc has that concept. He does not believe in this cause, and he fights war terrifying. And he wants to escape.

Anakin was a slave, Luke was a farmboy, and now we have Rey, a scavenger, all alone in the world, just tying to service. She quickly establishes herself as incredibly tough, but also a bit cute. 

Of all the protagonists Rey’s backstory is the saddest in my eyes. While Luke had a happy but boring life with his aunt and uncle, and Anakin had a hard life but a living mother, Rey has had to fend for herself since she was a child, holding onto hope that one day her parents will come. She was all alone in the world. But now that’s going to change.

I don’t take any sides in the CGI/Puppets debate, but seeing puppets in a big Hollywood blockbuster again is pretty nice.

BB-8′s so cute. I have too much R2-D2 nostalgia to consider him my favorite Skywalker Saga droid though.

Rey’s relationship with BB-8 establishes that although she’s a survivor, she hasn’t let it harden her heart. She’s willing to help BB-8, and although she wants him to be on his way, she still won’t sell him off (despite being tempted to)

...Poe’s technically the Leia archetype in this movie. This tough rebel who got captured by the villains, and who sent a droid with something important.

The Finn and Poe escape scene has a lot of great dialogue. I’d argue some of the best banter in the series. It’s a pretty good action scene too.

Of all the characters, I like how Finn’s take on his archetype the most. He’s the Han Solo, the deuteragonist who wants nothing to do with the battle, and joins for selfish reasons, but in the end proves to be a loyal friend and hero. But unlike cool and collated Solo, Finn is nervous and cowardly. But that makes his eventual bravery and loyalty all the more satisfying. 

I don’t know if this is true, but I’ve heard Poe was originally going to die, but Oscar Isaac was so great they kept the character alive. I do believe keeping them separated is for the best, seeing how it makes sure Finn stays around for as long has he does.

Early on we establish that Kylo Ren is abnormally obsessed with Luke Skywalker, to the point where Gnearl Hux questions him.

Finn and Rey’s friendship stars off pretty rocky, but even then they have some good chemistry. At one point Finn’s all beat up, and he asked Rey if she’s okay. He may not be very good at it, but he’s trying to be a gentleman.

I love how the Millennium Falcon gets called garbage. It’s a funny bit of irony, concerning just how sacred everything else from classic Star Wars gets treated.

The first Millennium Falcon chase is another great action sequence. Rey and Finn are figuring things out as they go along, and BB-8′s being cute. And in the end they’re very impressed with each other. Characters becoming friends tough action sequences is a favorite troupe of mine.

Everything from Finn and Poe’s escape to meeting Maz Katana has nothing to do with a New Hope, and thus is a very underrated part of the movie. Although the tentacle monster scene is kind of forgettable.

Both Finn and Rey have no last name. They’ve never had any sort of family before. Heck, Finn didn’t even have a real name until just a few hours ago. They’re nobodies trying to find themselves, which sets of their arc that carries over into the next film

Kylo Ren destroying the console establishes him as short tempered for the first time. He drops his stoic facade and shows his true colors. Kylo looks indimiateing, but deep down he’s an insecure manchild trying his best to inhert a dark legacy. I’m found of this character, as well as similar characters like Berkut and Shiguraki

Did BB-8 give a thumbs up or a bird? The world will never know.

Rey keeps her guard up around people she doesn’t know to well, but she has a very soft and kind side as well. She’s pretty aggrieve to Finn early on, which is probably why....certain people, dislike her. Women and aggression tends to lead to backlash, after all.

I love how Finn slips in a bit of Stormtrooper knowledge. It comes in handy a few times in this movie. Some could say it should come up a bit more, but I think it’s used enough.

“Chewie, We’re Home” What an iconic line. I can still hear the applause.

Seeing Han become the Obi Wan archetype is a very unique direction for the character to take. And he handles the role very well. Harrison Ford may have been sick of this character, but he still brought his A-game. I love that Rey admires Han more for his smuggling than for his war heroics. And it’s very sweet seeing Han admiring just how much Rey knows about piloting. It’s a very sweet father/daughter relationship. In hindsight, Rey and Han don’t even need to be related for this relationship to be this good. Rey lost her parents and Han lost his son, and they can’t help but see each other as a means to fill those voids, even if they deny it to themselves.

The events of the original trilogy are legendary to these characters, which make the “It’s True, All of it” line so cool. It’s pretty interesting how chronologically, the events of one trilogy are legends to the characters of the next one.

Seeing Han be exactly how people remember his is pretty cleverly deconstructed. In-Univse it happened because he needed to escape from the pain of what happened to his son. And now he’s at the point where there’s nobody left to swindle. 

Whenever Rey’s in trouble, she’s always the one to get herself out of it. This is definitely meant as pushback to the fact that in so many things, women always need help while men can aways get out of a situation by themselves.  And I’m all for it. It’s great to see a woman be this strong, but she’s not flawless. After all, she shuts people out and is struggling to accept the fact her parents are never coming back.

Snoke even says “Last Jedi.” Even in this movie, Snoke is convinced that Luke is the hero of this story, and will stop and nothing to stop him. It is interesting that they introduced the Emperor archetype in this first movie, although maybe it was a sign that he wasn’t actually the big bad of this trilogy.

“It the hands of your father: Han Solo.” And the audience gasped (unless they got spoiled first. It’s one of those things we can never un-know). Although if I have to nitpick, I’d be nice if we found out alongside Finn and Rey.

I love that the space chess still looks like stop motion.

Rey doesn’t see herself as the hero. Just the delivery girl. Even Luke saw himself as trying to save a damsel in distress. But though this journy, she becomes a hero.

"Luke felt responsible. He just, walked away from everything.” This was established in this movie? Why did it take until Last Jedi for people to react to that plot point?

“I didn’t know there was this much green in the whole galaxy” I love that line. It’s so endearing!

Finn reminds me of Usopp. A liar and a coward, but someone who will always do the right thin in the end. He’s my personal favorite sequel character

“Women always find out.” Han has a ton of great lines in this movie.

“I’ve already been away too long” She’s so convinced her parents will come back she won’t even leave her planet for a few hours.

With Maz Katana, we’re back in a New Hope. I’m found of this character. It’s fascinating to see someone who’s Force Sensitive but not a Jedi. And she offers some great advice to Rey and Finn. I’d love to see her in the next season of Clone Wars.

Kylo Ren sees Darth Vader as the hero, the dark as good, and the light as bad. But he has regrets, and lakes the discipline and fidelity of Darth Vader. Of all the characters, he’s the one most desperate to fulfill his archetype.

“Though the ages I have seen evil take on many forms. The Sith, the Empire, today it’s the First Order.” “If you live long enough, you see the same eyes in many different people.” Of the the sequel’s trilogy’s biggest themes is that history repeats itself. But despite that, it’s still important to fight evil whenever it arises, instead of just sitting back and letting it happen.

It never occurred to me before, but Finn’s cowardliness might be the lingering effects of his brainwashing. Although he does not believe in the First Order’s Ways, he was still convinced all his life that they’re unstoppable, which is why he wants to run instead of fight. I also like how he’s admits the truth, instead of there being this “liar revealed” thing.

Finn and Rey have truly become friends at this point. Instead of just running away, now Finn wants Rey to come with him. As far as he knows, she’s the only friend he has, and he doesn’t want anything to happen to her. Meanwhile, Rey doesn’t want Finn to leave, because he’s one of the few people in her life to stick with her for this long. If he leaves, he might end of like her parents, who never came back.

Wait...how come nobody was demanding to know Finn’s parents. He was taken from a family he’ll never know after all. How come people accept that Finn’s parents don’t matter, but insist that Rey’s does?

Seeing Rey connect to the force for the first time (outside of  the piloting and scavenging skills I assume she she used them for subcoinsously before the events of this movie) is really impressive. We get flashes of her past, as well as Luke’s past and Kylo’s past, and even hear the voices of Yoda and Obi Wan. ok She’s getting her first glimpse at the Force that binds everything together, and she’s terrified of it. It’s also yet another divination from the New Hope plot, which is very welcome.

I forgot that Rey being Force sensitive was once a spoiler. How time flys.

I really hope Obi-Wan appears in Rise of Skywalker. He spoke to Rey when she connected to the Force for the first time, and I’d love to see that expanded upon.

“They’re never coming back.” A lesson Rey, and the audience, finds difficulty accepting. 

“The belonging you seek is not behind you, it is ahead.” Such a great line. It’s a great summery of Rey’s arc, and I imagine people with difficult pasts can relate to it.

Maz tells Rey and Finn exactly what they need. Rey need to learn to move forward, and Finn needs to learn to fight for what’s right.

Why does the lightsaber choose Rey? I guess her midichlorian count is just right or something. It doesn’t really matter, and I personally find the idea that the next hero can come from anywhere inspiring.

...Come to think of it, Luke’s the only protagonist who isn’t just some rando.

“Why is Maz so interested in Rey” Probably because of her strong connection to the Force.

Rey rejects the saber. Classic rejection of the call. Can you blame her, after that vision?

The First Order sees the Republic as weak and dishonest. Seems straightforward to me. Maybe people were underwhelmed because Neo-Nazism didn’t get as much attention as it did just a few months later.

Starkiller Base. It’s cool looking power-creep. On one hand, since we don’t know anyone from those planets, it’s not as impactful as what happened to Alderan. But then again, we actually see people on that planet die. So It’s a bit of a mixed bag overall.

Finn’s not going to leave until he knows Rey is safe. How touching.

TR-8R. I miss that meme.

Seeing Poe’s triumphant return is pretty great.

Seing Rey’s trying to fight off Kylo Ren with a gun is very tense. This the the first time she looses a fight in this movie. Seeing someone so strong get captured really raises the stakes. This is where they first meet. Their relationship is standard Hero vs Villain in this movie, but things are going to change a LOT in the next one.

Despite how scared he is, Finn still rushes in to try and stop Rey from being capture.

Seeing General Leia for the first time is awesome. Han and Leia’s reuinon is so touching as well. C-3PO’s back to disturbing Han and Leia moments as well, which is pretty funny.

Seeing BB-8 and Finn get reunited with Poe is also very touching. 

Finn is helping the Resistance for the sake of Rey. He’s not quite a hero yet, but he’s getting there.

So the movie did established R2-D2 had the map in his back-up data in the actual movie.

Han and Leia went back to what they know best after the loss of their son. It’s such a tragic moment. 

Kylo almost has the depth  in one movie that took Vader two or three movies to get. I feel like that should be discussed more often.

Kylo’s face is removed to reveal...a normal person. Ben didn’t get any external injuries to turn him into Kylo Ren. It was all manipulation

Rey takes on the Leia role when capture, and Finn briefly takes on the Luke role, But when she frees herself they go back to being Luke and Han, respectively.

Even in this movie, Rey and Kylo are using the force to get to know each other, although mainly on accident. Maybe that’s where Snoke got the idea in the next movie.

After seeing Kylo using the Force, Rey decides to use it in order to escape, although she’s a bit hesitant to do so. It takes her three tires to do the Jedi mind trick, after all. I do wonder where she heard about it. Maybe she figured that if you can read minds, you can change minds.

Rey is a very fast learner in any situation, be it piloting, shooting or using the force. Maybe it’s her midichlorian count. 

Starkill base makes very little logical sense, but its still a very cool concept, and seeing day turn into night serving as a ticking clock is a very cool visual.

“No matter how much we fought, I always hated watching you leave” “That’s why I did it, so you’d miss me.” All these years later, and that still have such great chemistry. 

“That’s not how the Force works.” I love that line, but people misuse it.

Finn is doing something very heroic, putting himself on the frontlines and disabling the shield. But he’s only doing this for Rey. Despite that, he stays true to his word and disables the shields. I love seeing him stick it to his old boss. It’s a fun moment.

The Rouge One “Womp” is even in this movie! How did I never notice it until after Rouge One?

“As Long as there’s light, we’ve got a chance” A classic symbol, but one that still works.

Seeing Rey and Finn reunited is just another very touching moment. “We came back for you.” For the first time in Rey’s life, somebody actually came back for her. I love how Rey describes how using the force to escape was “Something I can’t explain, you wouldn’t believe it.” In general I love how the Force is depicted in this movie.

“We’ll meet back here” No! That was their last moment together!

Ben and Han’s confrontation is another utterly fantastic moment. Ben is tempted to go back to his father, but he’s too devoted to Snoke’s teachings. On top of that, he feels like it’s too late to go this far. He figures that to get rid of these regrets, he has to kill Han Solo. I love how the sky gets dark, leaving red as the only light source. It really makes Ben’s lightsaber stick out when he kills Han. And yet, Han still touchings the check of his son, showing that even despite this, he still loves him. Instead of letting the past die by killing his father, Kylo is left more conflicted than ever.

Meanwhile, Rey lost a chance to have a father yet again.

The snowy forest at night is such a great setting, and leads to an awesome lightsaber fight. Rey gets knocked out, so Finn has to protect her with a lightsaber duel. Kylo is beating himself, increasing his pain to increase his dark power. Finn puts up a valiant effort, but in the end, he gets knocked out, and Rey has to save him. But still, he bought her time, and gave her the strength to use the force to stop Kylo. Seeing Rey grab the lightsaber for the first time using the Force is just awesome. She’s barely holding her own, but true to the character, she’s a fast learning. Meanwhile Kylo is still injured, and maybe a bit worn out from fighting Finn. At the cliffside, Rey is at the ends of her seat, but when she trusts in the force, she manages to beat Kylo after he overpowered her during the rest of the movie.

Finn ends with the movie more devoted to Rey than the Resistance, but he still proves himself to be a loyal friend and a hero. I was worried about him for the two years between Force Awakens and Last Jedi

There’s no words between Leia and Rey. They both just know, Han is dead, and they both loved him. And that’s enough for them to mourn him together.

But in the midts of dealing with the loss of Han, there’s is hope. Specifically, the New Hope.

Seeing Luke for the first time in this movie is such a fantastic cliffhanger.

Overall, I still love this movie as much as when I first saw it. It’s got great action and effects, the new characters are some of my favorites in the series, and the old characters give some of their best performances of all time. Sure it messed with a happy ending, but I’m still investing in seeing how characters old and new are going to try and get that happy ending back.

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Dust to Dust

Chris (The Destroyer) X Curvy WoC

Warnings: M for Mature (SMUT), angst, mentions of violence

Prompt – “A woman’s sexuality is a moving target”

A/N: So…..Seb once again took me off guard after The Destroyer trailer. Like yea he’s trashy…..but does he want to help remedy my ruined panties because I’m ruined. So here this is.

This is also for my girl Saran’s writing challenge – hope you all enjoy!

I may or may not make this a series based off The Civil Wars last studio album.

His hands are sweaty. The moisture falls between the dry, thick callouses that are littered over his palms, and he constantly rubs it on the rough surface of his jeans, trying to calm himself. 250 miles. Six hours. Caked up bloods that’s littered on the right side of his body, the iron taste still lingering on his tongue as he turns down to your house, slowing to find a parking spot on the busy street.

Posh townhomes and houses slowly light up as he drives by with the illusion of a better life.

Your townhome is dark.

He knew it would be. When he texted you earlier, you had said that you had last minute decided to meet up with friends for drinks after your workout but could happily cancel and he had indulged the idea for twenty seconds. But then the ache on the left side of his forehead reminded him that he couldn’t, not in the state he was in so he had said that he’d use the spare time to get in and wait up for you – that you deserved to have a good time with friends. He didn’t need you seeing him like this – wanted to keep up the illusion of all the things he wasn’t. Needed to let the dim autumn twilight fall on the comfortable city suburb, to ignore him as another passerbyer as he tried to make himself human again.

Needed to become the person who wanted to make you proud.

He finds a spot a few yards down from 2278 Quail Lane, the modern townhome that stood like a castle – what had slowly become his refuge over the past few months. This life had always seemed like an illusion to him – how the small patch of green in the front of the yard now covered with oak leaves clashed perfectly with clean brick.  There were still people in the street despite the hour, people getting off work and walking their dogs or running in the blistery evening. He hoped they would ignore him. Needed them to ignore him.

He was already risking too much by coming here, by coming to you.

But he needed the safety of your arms. It was the only way to make himself whole again.

He takes a huge breath, sighing before he turns off the engine of the ‘97 Ford white van. It’s not his, it’s stolen, he’d deal with it in the morning – doubt anyone would miss it until then. It might throw you off – he typically drove a 2009 Ram Truck, but he was also a mechanic and it wasn’t rare that from time to time he’d have a new vehicle, ensuring its safety before returning it to its rightful owner. He hopes you don’t notice, hope he wouldn’t have to add it to the list of lies that he’d have to pile on tonight.

He hated lying to you but it was a means to an end if it meant your safety.

He grabs the large, black duffel bag that’s been sitting by his side from the 250 mile stretch and debates bringing it in. Makes it more dangerous if he does. But he can’t trust it out here, won’t get the sleep he needs if he does. He’ll push it under the bed, he decides, along with the 9 mm that being sitting like an airless weight tucked in the back of his jeans and he sighs as he pulls the key out of the ignition.

Just a night.

It was the first thing he had said when you had invited him over for dinner for the first time, drinking really expensive Italian wine that he was to prideful to admit he enjoyed as you coaxed him up to your room. ‘Just stay the night? Please?’ you had whispered in his arms hours later, both of you wrapped up in post coitus bliss and he had swallowed quickly, not wanting to. Knowing it was already risky being here in the first place. Then you had looked up at him with those tender eyes of yours, that look of ample devotion – two months in and he was dizzy from your spell – and had whispered back ‘A’lright da’rling. Just a night.’

One night had become hundreds.

He wanted hundreds more.

The van door is creaky as he exits the older vehicle, makes his presence known as the sound splices through the air, blending in with city traffic as he throws the bag over the side of his shoulder that is littered with the evidence of his crime.

Can’t think about it now. Just gotta push it down.

He makes it to your stoop easily, making a quick note of the leaves in the gutter. Knows you probably won’t take care of it and doesn’t want it affecting you in the winter and makes a note to make sure to clean it this weekend, maybe Saturday morning after breakfast. He smiles, allowing himself to relax for the first time all day as he digs in his pocket, looking for his keys. The idea of having you make some fancy form of pancakes in nothing but panties and his T-shirt, humming to yourself while he takes care of a simple house task you’d otherwise wave off. He loves knowing that the memory is special just to him, that it’s part of the gift of being in the relationship with you and with the cold, silver key ring finally found, he inserts it into your heavy duty locks, first the top dead bolt, then the second before finally the door. He had them installed the minute he officially asked you to be his girl – wanted to make sure you were safe. That’s all that mattered to him,

He moves in swiftly like a panther, locking the door behind him before leaning against the thick wood, allowing the heavy breath he’s been holding to finally escape.

Step one complete.

He closes his eyes, inhales the way the smell of cinnamon and spices mingle in the air. Those damn air fresheners you get from that fancy store that reminds him of safety and home, an autumn smell you lifted to his nose three Saturdays back as you smiled up at him, beautiful bold eyes drinking him in as you asked for his opinion. He remembers feeling insecure, out of place next to you in the small boutique, feeling the heat of patron eyes on the both of you, the odd couple that you were. You were so clean – make up perfectly molded to your skin, hair pulled up on top of your head in a messy bun. You were wearing jeans and a leather jacket and boots and looked like Abercrombie fall perfection. He still didn’t understand the woman you saw in the mirror when you criticized all those beautiful edges and curves that made you a woman when you didn’t think he noticed. You were beautiful and the memory makes him feel better, the way you had pressed your lips to his unabashedly as you pulled away and murmured you were going to get the scent anyways because you knew he secretly liked it and was too ashamed to admit it.

He takes three deep breaths before he pushes himself of off the door. Time to work. Happy hour with you always lingered longer and you’d probably be hungry when you got home. He’d order something wholesome, pizza or that Thai noodle stuff that he had an affinity for. Yea. He’d do that after he cleaned his fucking mess up.

First is the duffle bag, straight to the second guest bedroom that was never used, only barely when your folks were in town. It was your storage area, where you hid your extra clothes and other random supplies and he could keep it safe here for a while. So he opens the bag, pulls the black gun from out of his of his jeans, evidence of his damaged soul, the few rounds stilling jiggling in his pocket with his change. Pushes it to the bottom of the brittle bills, crisp and pristine and clean before zipping the rest up.

This would take care of the shop. This would take care of you.

His next move is the laundry – he needs to get cleaned, to rid himself of the evidence. The tan, thick hide jacket with the faux fur that hasn’t been brandished with blood is pristine but he knows he needs to clean it, if for his safety of mind. So he throws it aside, for now, he’d take it to the laundry in the morning with your other things. The least he can do. His boots feel heavy and he realizes he left a trail of mud up to the second floor, littering your hard wood floors and fuck he’d need to clean it because that’s not what he wants you to come home to. Next are his jeans, blanketed with more mud, and blood and sweat, and he pulls out his wallet and phone, throws it aside. Grateful it was hidden from the earlier scenes of the day. The thin black jacket comes next, he knows it’s dirty as it’s still wet with Tommy’s blood, and he stuffs it in along with his grey shirt. He throws some of your stuff in, he knows you hate laundry and it’ll be an excuse of why he’s washed a load before finally he takes off his boxers and he’s left butt ass naked throwing a tide pod into the modern machine. It whistles up, he selects a cycle and the water washes the sins away.

Now he needed to wash himself off it.

He finds his phone, on top of his wallet and sends a simple text your way,

Thai or Pizza luv bug? Gonna treat you to dinner and a nice massage tonight

Before he finds the other phone, the one you can never know about and pulls out the sim card, smashes it in. Throws it in the trash he’ll make sure to take out in the morning as the modern one buzzes beside him with your response.

Aren’t I a lucky girl Thai please! Shrimp and medium hot. So excitd to see you, I’ve miissssseeedd yu….

You’re tipsy he can tell, he can guess that fairy like daze that’s on your face as you respond in whatever bar you’re in and he can’t wait to wrap his arms around you, to inhale you, to kiss the vodka and lime off your tongue, to swap it for the bitter taste of copper that’s still infiltrated his taste buds.

He needs the safety of your love.

He makes the call to the restaurant easy, figures it’ll take them thirty minutes to get here and that with any luck, you’ll be home a lot sooner than that.  The he does his final cleansing – the one part that he hates after hits like this.  

Where he’d have to face the truth.

It’s in the form of a shower, the water spraying hot over his skin, over the years of scars and his buzzed hair and face. Washing the blood away from his body, from the scar in which the bullet grazed his forehead. Washing the regret from the bank. He wants to be human again. But he knows what that will require, it will require to think back to 11 a.m. this morning. To Tommy laying limply in his lap as Terri drives away, the sound of gunshots ringing over the buzz of an alarm. To watch the light flash out of Tommy’s eyes because it was a set up, they were fucking framed, again and it feels oddly familiar and scary. He allows thick, salty tears to fall down his face like a waterfall, to not hold back choking up the pain that’s creeped down into his bones. Tommy was one of the few people he had left from the old days.

And now he was dead.

For a few thousand dollars he was fucking dead.

And it was because he was trying so desperately to get out. To be a good man. To be a good man for you.

He’s in there far longer than planned, but by the time he departs he feels better. Able to kick of the way his body has been shaking, clean soap consuming his nostrils, his skin no longer sweaty or sticky from the hours of digging up a hole to place Tommy in. Has a plan to let Tommy’s ma know what happened, knows how to square things off with his crew and to sniff out the fucking mole that he knows keeps jeopardizing them. Jeopardizing his plan to get out for good and to start his life with you.

He wanted to be a whole man for you. To validate all the selfish things he wanted from you, like marriage and a family. And he could only do that if he got clean.

By the time he’s clothed, the cheap sweats he bought off a Walmart rack paired with a simple black t-shirt the doors clicking open and your voice infiltrates the space, high pitched and excited. You’re talking to someone, at first he thinks on the phone but as he listens to your ruffling, your overwhelmed feeling he can tell it’s the delivery boy with dinner. He comes down the stairs just as you sign the receipt, forging his signature and thanking the young boy who’s taking the opportunity to check you out, the way your work dress clings to your breast, the curve of your hips. ‘A woman’s sexuality is a moving target’ he remembered one of his mama’s boyfriends telling him as a child, ‘the right one will always keep you aiming’ and the memory takes him off guard, rippling against his brain as he drinks you in You’re wearing that emerald blue color that pops against your skin, that makes him dizzy and takes pleasure in the delivery boy taking you in, before bashfully turning away as you close and lock the door.

You nearly jump out of your bones when you turn, surprised to see him as he nears but he can see the shift in you, the way your smile widens as you watch him endearingly. You could have any man, any man in the goddamn world, and for some reason the world has granted him to be that man.

“Baby! You’re home early. I thought I’d get the jump on you.”

You smell like honey and vodka, like the first time you both met in a sketchy dark bar and he reveals in the way your hands wrap around him, the aggressive way your lips press against his own. He loves you like this, when you are soft and vulnerable, putting down the tough façade you put up for the world and allow yourself to be you. That you felt safe enough to be who you are with him.

“Wanted to surprise you so I went in early to get home before you.”

He pulls you back with him, one hand firmly on your waist as the other holds the bag of food, both forgotten by the both of you. Instead it’s your velvet lips on top of his own, dominating his as you follow him, your hands running through his hair as you moan into his mouth.

“Thought you were hungry.”

His back hits the open concept kitchen island where he gets rid of this bag on the island, his other hand happily grabbing at your ass. You moan out his name and he pushes his erection into you as you kiss him deeper.

“I’m hungry for you.”

You pull away far enough for to look into your eyes, your irises diluted with lust and that something else that tugs at the back of his heart, reminds him that he’s worthy of more than this piss shit trailer home he grew up in 90 miles south from here.

It’s been three days, the first time since your relationship you’d gone without seeing the other and the tension is palpable in the air between you. It makes him snap as he leans back down into you, mouth dominating your own. You’re both hasty as your hands move to his T-shirt, pulling it over his head as he kisses you deeper, maneuvering to your couch because the bed seems too far away. You fall back on the large, plush cushions before your hands dragging his sweats down, groaning at the site of his erection before your inserting his cock into your mouth. There’s no warning as your nails dig into his ass cheeks, taking him by surprise as your tongue moves up the large vein of his cock slowly and you moan deep and sultry around the hard flesh. He nearly chokes, feels small spurts of pre-cum come up as he looks down at you, at how dirty you look, your bun coming undone as your lashes tickle your cheeks. He doesn’t want to be selfish but it feels good to feel loved by you, to hear your content sounds hum around him and he closes his eyes and throws his head back, erasing the memories of earlier to replace them with this.

Every tainted memory he wants to be full of you.

His leg stiffens, can feel his stomach knot up and he pulls away because he wants to satisfy you, wants to be buried in you and pulls away, causing you to mewl as you pout your lips. He smiles as he bends down and kisses you, deeper, savoring his salty taste mingled with your sweetness, crouching until he’s able to yank you up, causing you to squeal as he takes a seat. You take his cue, neither of you caring that the window blinds were a bit open and that if the neighbors squinted hard enough they could see him spread his legs, watch the way you pull your panties down before straddling him, watching him with those lust filled eyes. Could see the way you slowly fall on top of his cock, mewling as he firmly plants his hands on either side of your hips, carefully helping you until your both full of each other, trembling from the overwhelming sensation. You both look at each other with that same dangerous look of love, he falls into the way your fingers caress over the bullet graze, cup his chin and scratch the gruff of his beard. Falling for you had changed everything for him, wrong to right for the first time in his world and he couldn’t push you away like he planned because of this selfish feeling that was consuming you both.

You deserved better.

“I love you.” he chokes it out, the emotion taking him off guard and he’s blinking back tears he hasn’t realized were captive in his eyes as you smile down at him, leaning into him and kissing him softly.

“I know. I love you too.”

He wasn’t worthy of it but hearing those words nestled him in safety, made him feel complete. You rise high enough to shift before his hips are snapping back into you and you’re moaning his name, head thrown back as your hips take over. He likes the way you look when you ride his cock, not thinking about all the petty insecurities the world has thrown on you but focusing on your pleasure, drinking in your beauty as your body takes him. Your soft and hard and edgy in all the ways he needs and his name is a reverent song on your lips and he has to lean into you as he fucks you harder, his hands sloppily searching for that small bundle of nerves that causes you to scream, he knows letting your neighbors know the power he has over you.

And in between each pass, each look are those promised eight letters, three words that have him unwinding, falling in between that place of who he was and who he is and he feels the tears take over. All the regret of his life, the things he’s always thought he lost that now live within the both of you.

You cum furiously, your arms wrapped around him tightly before he follows, his hips stuttering as he whispers his praises for you. And then there’s the comfortable silence, drinking in each other’s breath as he finds his center again. He doesn’t measure how long you have been in the comfort of each other, instead he focuses on your breath measuring out, the way your hands softly rake through his fine hair – down his exposed back. The soft words you whisper against his scalp, your devotion and love and gratitude that he’s in your life.

These were the moments his mama always told him to capture. The moments he allowed to slip by until it felt too late.

Moments he wanted to keep with you.

Eventually, you both pull away, you insistent on peeing as you pull out of him and you both groan before your giggling about how his cum trails down your legs. He sits in his nakedness, allowing the dark night sky to consume his skin, before he takes a deep breath and pulls his sweats back up, finds his discarded T-shirt. The Thai is still sitting on the island and while you change into something more comfortable, your movement betrayed by the wooden creaks above his heads he pulls out two bowls, dishes out the meal. When you come down its in sweats that mirror his own, an oversized T-shirt that he’s gotten used to you stealing from him as it clings to your body’s curves and a smile as you lean up and kiss him again.

“I love you beautiful.” He whispers when you pull away and you smile and nuzzle his nose.

“I love you too. But I’d love you more if you cleaned up all that mud you caked in!” you tease him as you give his butt a swap before grabbing his bowl and making your way into the living room. It was October and you were on a horror kick and the movie for the evening was a classic – The Shining. He curses himself about the mud, he forgot all about it and follows you to the couch as you turn on the TV.

“I’m sorry honey…..I’ll clean it up when were done. I completely forgot.”

He knows you’re kidding and don’t really care about the mud being tracked into the house as you fall into his side, searching for the movie in your Netflix library as you cuddle into his side. The guilt still lives in his chest though, causes him to tense up and you maneuver enough to look up at him, the teasing glimmer in your eyes now gone. Replaced with the look of love.

“I know baby, I’m just kidding. Relax. It’s your home too and I know you will.”

You always knew the right words to say, always knew how to calm him down. Your hand trails up his thigh, falling into his hardened stomach from years of hard work as you nuzzle your face into his chest. He feels himself relax, to stop the rigid frame he’s in as he wraps an arm around you, places a kiss in your hair, inhaling the lingering smell from the shampoo as he tightens his hold around you.

“You always say that…..but I want to respect what you work so hard for.”

“Baby,” your voice is sterner, giving him that look you always do and he knows the lecture that’s going to come next. “This can be your home too. You spend most nights over here anyways. Most of your things are over here and it’s been a little over a year...”

He wants to peel away because of course he wanted to live with you. But if the people he worked with knew about you, knew about the small piece of heaven he’d cut out for himself where he was no longer Chris the piece of shit from the wrong side of the tracks but Chris your lover, the man that helped fix up around your place and took corny photos with you at arcades and went on romantic picnics with they tried to toughen him up.

By hurting you.

Slicing out all the parts of you that reminded him that humanity wasn’t an illusion.

So he kisses you on your forehead and mumbles,

“I know honey….one day.”

He feels you falling into him as you sigh,

“You say that all the time, but Chris I….I love you. I want you to move in. I don’t know…I like it when you’re here. I feel safe. Makes the place feel like home.”

He closes his eyes, his throat tightening. He knew that. Home was just a metaphor for the safety and warm and nostalgic memories of building a foundation in and that was how he felt about this one. He wanted to continue to build more with you here, wanted to capture you from this moment until you were both old and dying.

But he wasn’t good enough for you.

It was too dangerous.

He was buying time for something he didn’t really think he’d ever own, not long term.

“Me too darling. But…you….I just…”

He can’t find the words and you nod as you kiss his clothed chest, sitting up a bit before you return your attention to the TV, knowing that he’d get defensive, close up all over again if you pushed too hard. So you eat, silently, keeping your eyes focused on the movie. Focusing on dinner. He hated when you closed up like this, and he hated that he was the cause of it. But better this, silent arguments that would dissipate with the morning rays than to never have the pleasure of being in yours arms again.

Still doesn’t break his heart when he sees two tears fall down your face, salty reminders of the selfish man he continued to allow himself to be.

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[velasnyx]

Emaziska 007 AU Sequel: Vindicta Chapter 6

I paced around the room, waiting to be called in. I'm ready to get out there but the only way I'll be put back in the field is if I passed so foolish test. The whole thing's a waste of time. “Franziska”. Miles was standing in the doorway. “She's ready for you,” he said. I nodded and followed him to L's office. He stopped in front of her door. “If it were my decision, I wouldn't let you back on the field. You're not ready. I know it, you know it, we all know it. But L will make the call, not me. So, if she does clear you for active service, the thing I can tell you is good luck...big sister,” Miles said. I rolled my eyes and smiled at him. “Thanks, little brother”. I walked in. L was sitting at her desk. Her eyes glanced at me. “Sit down”. I sat in the chair across from her. “I've reviewed your test,” L said. “And?”. She sighed. “Consider yourself lucky. You passed. But just barely. You're back on active service. Congratulations”. “You sound really happy,” I joked with a sly smile. She shot me a glare. “Meet your new quartermaster. Then make your way to Monaco. Try not to get yourself killed,” L said. “Yes, ma'am”.

I arrived in Monaco and made my way out of the airport. “Fran!”. I turned to Ema. “So they cleared you for active service after all,” she said. “Isn't that why you're here?” I asked. “Not really. They just told me to pick up one of our agents. Didn't say anything about picking up our most irresistible agent”. I smiled. “Funny. I remember a time when you couldn't stand me,” I said. “Hmph. I could say the same to you. Let's get going,” Ema said. I followed her to the car. “You know, I can never pinpoint the exact to when you stopped hating me,” I said. “Meeting your family changed my perspective of you,” she replied. “So, you still had a strong dislike for me before you got to Manchester?”. She nodded. “Then why go all the way to Manchester to help me?” I asked. “Same reason you saved me from that helicopter. We don't other agents die,” Ema answered. I smiled and opened the car door for her. “And they say chivalry is dead”. “It's the only thing I try to keep alive”.

She walked me to my room. “Mine is right next door. Don't be a stranger,” she said. “When did you become so flirtatious, 008?” I asked. “Right around time when you decided to make a move, 007,” she answered as she caressed my jaw. “I quite like this side of you. I hope to see it more often along with your scars”. “Mhm. Well, I'm afraid you'll have to wait for that. We have an important mission at hand,” Ema replied. “Oh, such a tease”. She kissed me softly. She broke it off quickly, knowing very well she left me wanting more. “Patience is a virtue,” she said as she gave me a lingering look. Ema turned around and went into her room.

I heard a knock at my door. I guess Ema can't wait after all. I opened the door. A man stood there. “007, in the flesh. Pleasure to meet you. Agent  Zak Gramarye,” he said, extending his hand. I shook it. “Pleasure’s all mine”. “I was hoping I'd be able to test your skills,” he said, holding up a pack of cards. “You play?”. Gramayre shuffled the cards in his hands, showing off a few tricks. “Yeah, you could say that,” he answered. “Then by all means, test me”. He walked in and sat at the table. “I'll be hard on you. That way when you play on the night of the game, it'll be a walk in the park,” he said. “Hm. Alright then”. This guy isn't giving me much credit. He's in for a surprise.

It was the last round and we both went all in. He looked rather pleased with himself as he placed an 8 and 9 of clubs. “A straight flush. You did good. Be glad its not me you have to play against on game day,” Gramayre said. “Why, Mr. Gramyre, I haven't shown my cards yet”. “You haven't folded either”. I smiled. “Well, with a hand like this, I don't think I want to,” I said. His cocky smile disappeared. I placed my cards on the table face up. A king and ace of clubs. “A royal flush”. He chuckled. “I guess they really did pick the right person for the job. You play a good game, von Karma,” he said. “So do you,” I replied as we shook hands over the table. Ema knocked on the door connecting our rooms. “It's open!”. She walked in. “I see you've gotten acquainted with our poker master,” she said. “Honestly, I don't think I should have that title anymore. von Karma here just kicked my ass,” Gramayre said. “Wow, you don’t say”. I smiled and shrugged. “Guess you should have no problem against Swallow then. Good, one less thing to worry about. You seen Gavin, Gramayre?” Ema said. “Uh, I think he said he was gonna have a smoke. Must be outside,” he answered. “Hm. If you see him before I do, tell him Q called. Something about one of those gadgets he gave him”. Gramayre nodded. “I can tell him. I could use the fresh air,” I said. “I suppose so. Plus it'll be good for you two to meet before the actual mission,” Ema said. “Right then. I'll get going”. I walked to the door. “Oh, before I forget. There's a package for you at the front desk. A special welcome back gift from MI6,” Ema said. I nodded and left.

After I got the package, I went outside to look for Agent Gavin. I looked all around but couldn't find him anywhere. He probably went back inside and I missed him. As I made my way back inside, I opened the package. It was a car key. I stopped in my tracks. There was a card with it too. “Welcome back, 007! We're so glad you're not dead! We managed to convince L to let you have our special car model straight from Q branch. Hope you enjoy and try to bring it back in one piece! With love, your fellow MI6 agents”. I smiled. A bunch of people from HQ signed it. This is the most wholesome thing I've ever received from that place. I walked over to the parking lot and pressed the lock button on the key. The car made a quick beep. I looked around trying to follow the sound. I kept pressing the button to find it. Each time I moved, I felt as if I was getting nowhere. Where is this bloody thing?! I looked in the packaging to see if they left a note saying where they parked. There was a little slip of paper. “Good luck finding it! Sorry, but we don't love you that much! That's what you get for making us think you were dead, you cheeky cunt.”. There was a heart at the end of the note. Funny, I’m finding it a bit difficult to feel the love.

After about five minutes, I was about to give up. I pressed the button once more and heard the beep louder than before. I followed it and it got louder each time. I finally got to the car. It was… a blue 1994 Ford Aspire. I just looked at it, mouth agape, in utter disbelief. I pressed the button on the key again. It beeped. Yeah, this was the car. I unlocked it and sat in the driver's seat. The interior was… just terrible. It smelled like cigarettes and some other unidentifiable smell. This has to be some sick joke. I just sat in the driver's seat, completely crushed. They couldn't pick a good car? Like the Honda Civic. That was a good car. Had great gas mileage. I looked around the car and noticed another set of keys with a note attached. “If you thought this has to be a sick joke, you were right! Here are the keys to your actual car, 007.”. I chuckled. You fucking bastards. I got out of the car and pressed the button on the key. The car next to this one beeped. I walked over and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was a Aston Martin DB5. This car is a classic. Damn, this is way better than a Honda Civic.

As I made my way back inside, I noticed Swallow. He was walking with another man to a car. The other man was massive. With my curiosity peaked, I went back to the car and followed them. They drove to an old cobblestone plaza. I parked farther away and walked up to the plaza. I hid and watched them from afar. I couldn't see the person they were meeting, as they stayed in the shadows. “MI6 has made their move. They have an agent in the game,” their voice was modulated. “What about it?” Swallow said. “You can't let them win! If they win, our plans will be ruined. I think you know what will happen to you if they do”. “Leave her out of this,” Swallow said. The massive man placed his hand on his shoulder. Swallow looked up at him scared. “You don't order me around, Swallow. Win that game or else”. The mysterious figure stepped forward. I shifted over to try and get a better look at them. A loud crack emitted from under me. I stepped on a fucking twig. Their looked in my direction. “What was that? Terry, check it out. If someone's there, kill them,” the mysterious figure said. Oh shit. I have to be careful. I started to back away as he walked over to me. If he finds me, Im dead. There's no way I can fight that guy and survive. Managed to get out of plaza but he was still following me. I grabbed a rock and threw it to divert his attention. He walked over to where I threw it and I took that opportunity to escape. I started walking back to the car. I heard heavy footsteps behind me. Shit, shit, shit. Just keep walking. The footsteps were getting closer and closer. Don't look back. They're right behind me. I was starting to sweat. “Franziska,” a voice whispered in my ear. I turned around, whipping out my pistol. There was no one there. I look around and there was no one. I lowered my gun and took a deep breath. Still seeing things. I put my gun in the waistband of my pants and continued walking to the car.

As I walked into the lobby, I bumped into a woman. “Oh crap. I'm sorry, miss,” I said. She was a small woman. Her skin was pale in contrast with her bright red hair. She looked very elegant in a slimming white dress that hugged her curves. She looked at me sweetly. “Oh, it's nothing to worry about. I must've been in my own world,” she said. She stared at me. I raised a brow. “Have we met before?” she asked. “I think I would've remembered you,” I said, smoothly. She giggled. “Oh, well aren't you a flirt, Ms…”. “von Karma. Franziska von Karma,” I answered. “Well, it's nice to meet you, Ms. von Karma. Dahlia Hawthorne”. “Likewise, Ms. Hawthorne,” I said. “What brings you to Monaco?” she asked. “Other than the beaches? Poker”. I can see this peaked her interest. She has something to do with this weeks poker game. “Oh, that makes sense”. “How so?” I asked, confused by what she meant by that. “I'm not quite sure how to describe it. You look like someone who would play. Something about you makes me think you're experienced in taking risk when the stakes are high,” she said, smiling. I smiled back. “Well, you might be able to see that for yourself, Ms. Hawthorne”. She chuckled. “Maybe. I hope that our paths cross again, Ms. von Karma,” Ms. Hawthorne said. She started walking away. “Something tells me this won't be the last time”. She looked back at me. “Something tells me that as well”. With that, she left. I watched her leave.

[sovonight]

im sorry youre having to deal with that:( if it makes you feel any better i liked that the overall tone stayed sweet. i played mainly because i like your art and was curious to see how the game worked. i actually have never played any other dating sims before. i found fords rout to be endearing and i blushed the whole way through at how cute and wholesome it was. so anyways i hope m feedback helps even a little :)

that does make me feel better, actually;; i’m really glad you enjoyed it!

and oh, it was your first dating sim, perfect!! now you don’t have to play any others after it, ours is clearly the best one out there

[whipplefilter]

If Lightning were in the Rolex 24/Le Mans, endurance races?

YOU KNOW, IT’S FUNNY YOU SHOULD MENTION THAT. After I finish my current WIP, the next “for me” fic that I want to write (as distinct from like, writing for an ask) is about endurance racing. :DDD

I wanna write a thriller-esque fic that loosely borrows from the Ford/Ferrari LeMans rivalry from the 1960s. The basic story behind that is that Ferrari reneged on a deal Ford had offered, Ford got mad, and vowed to DESTROY FERRARI AT MOTORSPORTS AT WHATEVER COST GRRRRARGH. IRL this cost a bunch of money and destroyed a bunch of cars, but it did eventually work. XD

In my version, Lightning gets an invitation to participate in the famous endurance race, and he figures, hey! This seems like an exciting and utterly wholesome way to spend my time that will absolutely not put me in the crosshairs of some kind of arcane, international vendetta. Because you know, that’s never happened before! lol

I haven’t really decided what an endurance race means in the Cars universe, though. I’m leaning toward one car literally having to race the full 24 hours (maybe with competition cautions for short rest breaks?), because doing it in a relay doesn’t really seem like it would have the same pizazz as it does with human drivers. Plus, there are endurance races people run where the human runner literally runs for 24 hours straight.

In any case, I think Lightning might be interested in such a thing. I mean, I’m sure he enjoys sleeping, but he’d be into the exertion of 24 hours of racing; having to push yourself too keep running that hard, that long; stay focused for that long; and perhaps most importantly, you’d have to learn how to pace yourself. Because sure, sometimes the fastest car wins. Sometimes the fastest car will aways win. But this kind of race? There’s so much more to racing than just winning than speed alone. If you wanna do this, you gotta find the rest in you.

[dubsdeedubs]

The Weirdest Family in the Galaxy [Ch. 3]

[AO3]

Summary: Dipper and Mabel spend the summer of a lifetime in Gravity Falls, with their grumpy Grunkle Stan, who knows a lot more than he pretends to, and their weird Cousin Shifty, who might actually be a shapeshifting alien from outer space. And adopted.

[A/N:  I haven’t touched this verse in a long, long time.  But I still love the idea of the Pines family + one (1) recovering megalomaniac of a shapeshifting alien adoptee.  When Ford comes back through the portal, Stan’s going to kick his ass.

Previous parts can be found in the fic tag on my blog!  Or on AO3]

Excerpt:

"Stan here has told me plenty about the both of you."

Both twins stiffen like a board. "We plead the fifth," they recite simultaneously. After a beat, Dipper adds, "Deputy Durland told us nothing would go on our permanent records."

"Not unless we commit another misdemeanor with a sixty day period!" Mabel finishes cheerfully.

Grunkle Fiddleford looks pained, but utterly unsurprised.

Mabel likes her and Dipper's new Grunkle on sight. He looks small next to Stan even though he's not short at all, and he has a full white beard like Santa Claus. There's a pair of glasses perched precariously on his nose and he doesn't really have a chin, but the kindness on his face is the feature that really stands out.

(He looked just like Shifty and Tate, with the same kind of wiry body shape, the same shape of nose. Which… was just a little bit weird, since Shifty looked just as much like Grunkle Stan and Dipper and Mabel's own dad.

"That… doesn't really make sense," Dipper whispers, slow and hesitant. "Unless… Mabel, do you think either of them are like m -"

Mabel elbows him. "C'mon Dipper, you know better than to care about how! Nothing's stronger than the power of -"

"Mabel?"

"No, love!")

When he sees her and Dipper, his blue eyes brighten.

Grunkle Fiddleford smiles at them, and drops to one knee like he's used to talking to people who are a lot shorter than him. He sticks out a hand. "Hello there! You two must be Dipper and Mabel," he says, cheerful and... careful, articulate, every consonant sharply defined. Not like the gruff drawl of Grunkle Stan at all.

Just a little boring, Mabel admits in the privacy of her own mind.

Mabel shakes Grunkle Fiddleford's hand. His grip is strong and feels like old people skin, slightly leathery like Stan's, but harder, callused in a way that didn't fit the softness of his expression.

Next to her, Dipper makes a choking noise. "Fiddleford McGucket knows my name," he mutters in distant awe, eyes glazed over.

The old man furrows his eyebrows when he turns to Dipper, but he doesn't press or mention the way Dipper is slightly vibrating. It immediately earns a few points in Mabel's eyes.

"Sure do!" Grunkle Fiddleford agrees. "Stan here has told me plenty about the both of you."

Both twins stiffen like a board. "We plead the fifth," they recite simultaneously. After a beat, Dipper adds, "Deputy Durland told us nothing would go on our permanent records."

"Not unless we commit another misdemeanor with a sixty day period!" Mabel finishes cheerfully.

Grunkle Fiddleford looks pained, but utterly unsurprised. He gives Grunkle Stan a Look.

"...It was a learning experience?" Stan defends half-heartedly. " 'S a life skill, navigating the American penal system. Might as well start 'em off with harmless Blubs and Durland inna little podunk town like Gravity Falls before they have to -"

"They're twelve years old," their other grand-uncle says flatly, looking the most unhappy Mabel's seen him. The perfect syllables of his pronunciation seemed to crumble more the faster and more emotional he got, and the more he talked, the more he sounded like Tate. "They shouldn't be worryin' 'bout their permanent criminal records! What d'ya have these kids doin' anyways?"

"Uh. Light bit of forgery?"

Grunkle Fiddleford takes a deep, deep breath. He pinches at the bridge of his nose. "I don't understand," he says, strained. "Not now, not all them decades back. This town is no place for children -"

"I see you have returned, McGucket."

Mabel jolts. She doesn't recognize the voice for a moment, booming and deep as it is, like one of the really dramatic villains from Dipper's favorite shows. It lands with an impact that's almost physical, and she doesn't think she imagined the wince on the face of the old man in question.

Cousin Shifty stands dramatically around the corner of the Mystery Shack, finger pointed directly at his dad, and even though Mabel can't see his eyes at all she gets the sharp impression that he's glaring hard.

It would be more intimidating (that is, at all) if he wasn't standing in direct daylight, wearing a neon pink tank top with sparkles.

"Hey dad," Tate says from where he's standing right next to him, hands stuffed deep in his pockets. "It's been almost a year, yeah?"

"About so, I reckon," Grunkle Fiddleford says regretfully. "I… would've come to see ya'll sooner, there was just a breakthrough in the innovation labs, then there was a whole mess with the patent for the teleportation platform, and - well. Excuses don't make it right."

He smiles self-deprecatively, slow and small. "I've missed you boys."

"I have no use for your worthless words," Shifty announces. He's still pointing his finger and it doesn't look like he's planning on putting it down anytime soon, even though it's starting to look really awkward. "You should have stayed away, McGucket. You will not convince me to leave Gravity Falls - not then, not now. I have no desire to forget."

"... I'm not here to try an' convince ya," Fiddleford says reluctantly, the careful formality dropping from his voice. "I'm - I'm tellin' the truth, son. It's… just been a long while since I've last seen ya, and I thought -"

"Not long enough." Shifty's expression shows sharp teeth. "I wish to see you when you are willing to do what needs to be done. No sooner."

"Junior, I -"

Cousin Shifty does a weird kind of whole body twitch. "Do not call me that."

The old man winces, a genuine look of pain on his face. "That's the name we gave ya."

"That is the name he gave me," Shifty growls, like actually, as if he had stepped right out of a werewolf movie. "You lost all rights to it when you left him for lost."

Tate looks distinctly uncomfortable. "C'mon Shifty, not this again -"

(And Mabel's eyes widen a bit at that, because as confused as she was -

Did… did Cousin Shifty blame Grunkle Fiddleford for his dad passing away?)

"...I tried, Junior." There's something like grief in Grunkle Fiddleford's voice, a tremble of emotion that wasn't there before. "Ya know I tried. But there was no convincin' him. There was... no convincin' either of you."

"Then you should have stayed!" Shifty roars, rearing up in a way that makes him look a lot bigger, a lot more dangerous, pink tank top and all. Out of the corner of Mabel's eyes, she sees Grunkle Fiddleford take a single step back. "It was only after your abandonment that he -"

"Whelp, that's enough of that!" Stan announces cheerfully and slams a fishing hat on top of Shifty's head, breaking the tension and sending him into a flurry of vicious writhing and spluttering.

"Uncle -"

"Far as I'm concerned, this has been happenin' every da-rn time you two have seen each other for the past twenty-odd years," Stan says, entirely nonplussed. "Sort it out with your pops on your own time, kid. Today is Family Fun Day, and that doesn't look anything like a wholesome bondin' activity to me. And lower your finger, you're gonna put someone's eye out."

With his other hand, he produces an entire stack of fishing hats. Mabel pales when she sees her and Dipper's (Dippy's?) names embroidered on two of them.

"How does fishin' sound? All of us on a boat together for ten hours, catchin' dinner!"

No one says anything for a long moment, not even Cousin Shifty. They're all united in the face of a greater evil.

"That… sounds like a really horrible idea, actually," Dipper says flatly.

"I have work," Tate mutters, a bit too quickly.

Shifty just hisses.

"I… actually have something else in mind," Grunkle Fiddleford says slowly, like he actually, genuinely regrets not going on a ten-hour fishing trip with Stan. "If I remember correctly, the seafaring automaton I built several decades back is still molderin' away in one of the caves on the lake. I was hopin' to make some repairs, see if there's anythin' worth salvaging maybe take it out for a test run -"

Dipper and Mabel turn in perfect unison, mouths open.

"Grunkle Fiddleford," Mabel exclaims, sparkles in her eyes, "you built a giant robot?"

"Well, more or less," Fiddleford allows with a grimace. "I just have some bad memories associated with that particular phrasin' -"

The twins lock eyes. The decision is made. Positions are set.

Twin coordination is a go.

"Dr. McGucket, can Dipper and I please please please come with you?" Mabel begs, hands clenched, puppy dog eyes turned up to maximum.

"That - that really depends on your grand-uncle, kids -"

"It's really okay if we can't," Dipper adds, voice small, tilting his head just so in a way that casts his face in shadow. "It's just… we've never seen anything like that before, and it sounds so cool - " Grunkle Fiddleford turns wide, helpless eyes to Stan, who groans.

"I can see what you're doing, kids." "We have no idea what you're talking about, Grunkle Stan," Mabel says innocently.

"Uh-huh," Stan says flatly, looking between her and Dipper with an unreadable emotion in his eyes. Something like nostalgia.

His mouth turns down slightly. "...Ya kids sure you're makin' the right decision here? Messin' around with some rusty scrap metal, when ya could be learnin' all kinds of useful things! Like tyin' knots. Or gettin' out of 'em, always useful."

Stan pulls a hook out of his pocket with one hand and digs around fruitlessly with the other. "Or, uh. Skewering worms?"

"Ah," Shifty says slowly, slightly guiltily. "The worms were for the skewering?"

"...No worm skewering," Stan says without missing a beat. "But still plenty of useful life knowledge from your Grunkle Stan, like - uh, I'll think of somethin'. So whaddya say, kids? I'll even throw in some quality jokes!"

Dipper's eye twitches slightly.

"I… think we'll pass, Grunkle Stan," Mabel says diplomatically. "Maybe next time."

Stan sighs, but doesn't look at all surprised. "Looks like it's you and me, kid," he says, turning to Shifty. "Just like old times. Unless…?"

Out of the corner of Mabel's eyes, Grunkle Fiddleford perks up.

"I will capture the fish with you, Uncle," Shifty says with great weight, turning away purposefully from the hopeful look on his dad's face. "I greatly enjoyed consuming the flesh of last year's harvest."

"...Uh, yeah," Stan says blankly, looking as if he regretted his decision already. "Same here."

It's really no surprise that Mabel and Dipper have a lot of questions - about Shifty, about Grunkle Fiddleford, about the giant robot that's apparently been stored in a cave on the other side of the lake, everything. So it's actually really really impressive that they keep quiet for so long, all the way until Grunkle Fiddleford pulls up the small motorboat right next to a big, humongous, gigantic tarp-covered lump.

"Wow," Dipper whispers, eyes wide in the darkness. "I mean, I knew it was big, I just didn't realize it was this big. How did you get all the parts for this, Dr. McGucket?"

"Oh, just - odds and ends," the old man answers somewhat unconvincingly as he anchors their boat to shore. "Don't let the size fool ya, this thing looks more impressive than it really is."

The tarp is tugged off with the pull of a lever and Mabel stares, a single hand raised to her mouth, a spark of electric something racing through her veins.

"Why… why does it look like a sea monster?" Dipper asks blankly, looking up up up and into the giant robot's whiskery face. "Not that it's bad or anything, but - why?"

Grunkle Fiddleford shrugs haplessly. "I… really don't have an answer for ya there. I had a few… difficult years, back when I made this thingamajig here. No rhyme or reason, I'm afraid."

"I think it's perfect," Mabel announces, and leans forward to lick a long vertical stripe right on the robot's surface.

It tastes weird, not even because of the taste (kind of metal-ly, mostly salty in a way that made her wonder about the what the lake was like the last time it was in the water) but because of the texture, which was soft and spongey and not at all like what Mabel was expecting. Because the way Grunkle Fiddleford talked about it, she thought it was all made of metal, like those square beep-boop robots that she had seen on TV.

Those were boring, just like everything else that made complete and perfect sense. Dipper liked to explain how things worked, map out the circuits and draw out the lines of motion, but those just didn't feel interesting. What happened to creativity? Where was the mystery?

This didn't make sense at all. Not even a little bit. Why make something like this? What use did it have?

Mabel loves it.

When she looks back around, both Grunkle Fiddleford and Dipper are staring.

"Mabel, you have no idea where that's been!" Dipper exclaims, clearly grossed out. "Why did you lick that?"

"I just wanted to see what it was made of, Dip-Dop!" She protests.

"Couldn't you have just -" He gestured wildly. "- touched it? What if you get sick or something?"

Mabel shrugs. "I don't feel sick. And it doesn't work as well just by touching, Dipper. I had to be sure, you know that!"

"...Yeah, I do," Dipper mutters. "But it's different now, we're in front of -" He glances over a little, in the direction of Grunkle Fiddleford.

...Who's looking at Mabel, almost staring, with an emotion that she really can't read. He breaks into a sheepish smile when he notices her looking back. "Ya really don't have to explain yourself ta me, sweetheart. I - knew someone who'd do the same thing, a long, long time ago."

He looks somewhere to the left of Mabel's head, eyes glazed over with what must be memories.

"...Really not the best kind 'f quirk ta have while doing fieldwork, but somehow he survived the year without poisonin' himself. Not for any lack of effort on his part. Show him anythin' strange or out 'f the norm and he'd have his tongue on it in no time at all. Man would've licked a skunk if no one stopped him."

Mabel's eyes widen. "Hey, I would lick a skunk if no one stopped me!"

What if the black parts tasted different than the white parts? How else would people figure that out?

"Please don't lick a skunk, Mabel," Dipper pleads.

She ignores him.

"I think I like your friend a lot, Grunkle Fiddleford," Mabel says earnestly, because she really really does. Not even Dipper really gets it, not everything. "Do you think I can meet him one day?"

Grunkle Fiddleford goes quiet, in the careful kind of way that her and Dipper's parents do when they ask something they wouldn't like the answer to.

"No, sweetheart," he says at last. "I don't think so."

(Several miles away:

The kid's sulking. It's easy to tell, even though he doesn't have anything close to a human face on. Something in the way he's perched, birdlike, on the other end of the dinky little boat they had set sail on. Or in the furrow of the white, slightly translucent flesh between his eyes, or the twist of his fanged mouth-hole at the tip of his snout.

...Stan's getting a bit too good at this.

They're in a patch of unclaimed water, far from any probing eyes. Which is perfect, because there's a seven-foot-tall creature in his boat that looks like a cross between a praying mantis and a mealworm, and Stan's not exactly enthused about explaining to anyone how that's his nephew.

It had been strange enough going through the process firsthand.

"You gonna catch anything or not?" He asks at last. "You've been squatting there for nearly two hours, kid, and you've said exactly half a dozen words."

"You defended him," Shifty rumbles in a way that vibrates the whole boat.

Stan winces. "Well, I wasn't trying to. I get it. I really do. But… just not in front of the kids, yeah? They're just - kids. They've got no idea what's goin' on here. The last thing we need is them getting mixed up with the, uh, other side of this town." He grimaces. "Or tattlin' to the rest of the family about - well. Everything."

"I understand that human children are soft and small and helpless." Shifty says, bobbing his head. "Easily damaged and susceptible to predators."

"Er. Yeah, well. You're not wrong."

"I have been defending the children." He inclines his head. "Though their curiosity makes it difficult. I have already had to convince Jeff the Gnome of the futility of revenge."

Stan blinks. "...How did the kids get mixed up with those weirdos?" "The gnomes attempted to make Mabel their bride."

The boat wobbles precariously with the force of Stan leaping to his feet. "They what."

"The gnomes have been made very aware of their mistake." There is a telling glint in Shifty's rose-pink eyes. Stan is suddenly very aware of the size and sharpness of his claws. "I will protect what is mine."

"Good," is the only thing Stan can think to say. He sits down. "Shit."

"Uncle." "Yeah, yeah. I know. I just. Hell," he covers his face with his hands. "I didn't think that they already - I didn't fucking think. I need to keep a better eye on 'em."

Shifty tilts his head in a surprisingly human gesture of confusion. Maybe not that surprising. "I am on guard, Uncle. As we have agreed upon. There is no need for your concern."

"Yeah," Stan says, and takes a breath. "Yeah, I know."

They sit in brief silence.

"It's not forgiveness," Stan says at last. "How I feel about Fidds. It's understanding. Doesn't mean I agree with 'im, doesn't mean I like it, but… I get why he doesn't wanna get involved again. Ford or not."

Stan grimaces. "God knows the first time near ruined his life."

"He left us," Shifty hisses.

"Yeah, well. And look what Ford did to ya when you stayed." Stan lets out a breath. "Kid, I know you're workin' to get my brother back for more than just sentimental reasons."

"I no longer wish to hurt him," Shifty declares magnaminiously. A pause. "Much."

"Well, that's a relief," he says sardonically. "Would, uh, put a damper in things if we got him back after thirty years just for ya to go and break his arm."

Shifty stirs, in what would look like embarrassment on a more human-shaped creature. "That was an accident."

He stands up, the translucent-white jelly of his body darkening into skin and condensing into a far smaller frame, until he is again standing on two human feet.

"I no longer enjoy having our current conversation," Shifty says matter-of-fact. "I will hunt my prey until I no longer feel these emotions."

Thirty of years of playing guardian to his brother's alien bug kid had taught him the need for a whole lot of selective apathy. "You do that."

"I desire answers," Shifty intones, turning so that he was perfectly, dramatically silhouetted against the glare of the sun. "I wish to understand why he chose as he did." With that, he steps forward and does a swan dive directly off the boat, cloth and skin rippling into something with scales and teeth in the split second before he hits the water.

...Oh, he was Ford's kid, alright.

"You and me both, kid," Stan sighs. "You and me both."

[retro-hime]

The Ask Arcana Questionnaire

an awesome ass thank you to @fireflytrio for making this~!!

I have two apprentices so I’m filling this out for both of them. Essa and Valstyne. Essa’s will always be in bold and Valstyne’s will be italicized 

Part 1.) Characterization. Use these questions as a way to flesh out some of your character’s personality, background, likes/dislikes, etc.

Their surname?

Decesare

Castle

Halloween costume?

Devil/Satan but in like that scary attractive way. Could still kill you, but looks hot while doing it

Fairy

Familiar/animal friend?

Owl (or albino miniature dragon if lore allows)

Fruit Bat

Big spoon or little spoon?

Physically little spoon, emotionally big spoon

Both

Religious?

Not really, no

A little bit

Favorite fruit?

Blackberries and raspberries

Pomegranates

Idea of a nice date?

A rooftop picnic watching the sunset

She’s not too picky. Honestly any date is a nice date when you’re with the right person. But if she had to pick, it would be walking the beach barefoot and talking

Favorite season?

Winter

Spring and Winter and Fall and Summer... She can’t choose they’re all really nice

When is their Birthday?

April 12th (Aries)

January 23rd (Aquarius)

Favorite carnival ride?

Rollercoasters and drop towers. Anything that is scary as shit, like the zero gravity spinning thing

The spinning swings and hang gliders

Favorite emoji?

Devil emoji (Im on my laptop so I cant put them)

Any heart emoji and the eggplant and peach emoji 

Like to do in their free time?

Helping around town, eating, herbology/herbs, picking herbs, Underground fighting, sitting on the roof tops and throwing harmless stuff at passerbys

Astronomy/Constellations, astrology, people watching and then coming up with elaborate stories about them, helping the baker, walking/hiking through the forest

What sports would they play?

Kick-boxing or MMA

Track and field

What kind of car would they drive?

A big ass truck, preferrably Ford

SUV, those ones with three rowed seats. Or one of those rv’s or buses that were made into a cool mobile home.. So a mobile tiny home

How do they treat their significant other when they’re feeling unusually affectionate?

Lots of hugging and hand holding. She’ll go out of her way to get the person food (excessive amounts)

She would do a lot of amsall stuff, she’s already insanely affectionate, getting them their favorite flowers and giving them more kisses in random places than usual. Cooking/baking their favorite thing. Elaborate ass compliments

Favorite manga?

One Punch Man and Boku No Hero Academia

Ouran Highschool Host Club, Reimei No Arcana, and Kaichou Wa Maid-Sama... and Say I Love You

Main store to shop for clothes (if they lived in our world)?

Forever 21 or Hot Topic

Earthbound or any hipster thrift store and Platos Closet

What were they like growing up?

Very rough. She got into a lot of fights growing up. She was very protective of her mother and got into a lot of fights when the local kids and their parents would try to talk shit about her mother being a ‘witch’. Kinda like “call her a witch all you want Karn but you were just in the store yesterday getting a salve for that itch where the sun dont shine” 

She was a very sweet and quiet kid growing up and would make money helping everyone out around town. Her father was a surgeon and she would sometimes be required to help him out during his surgeries. So she doesn’t mind gore too much and started to really have a fascination with skulls. She has her mother and her fathers skulls in a glass case on a shelf in the shop.

What kind of drunk are they at a party?

Will kiss the person they secretly have a crush on, get more honest than usual, and will start fights. “i’ll kick your ass! i’ll kick my own ass!”

Dances on tables, becomes less reserved, the wholesome friend drunk where she’ll tell you how much she loves you. (Yuuri from Yuri On Ice when he got drunk. nuff said)

Reaction to someone telling a dirty joke?

"Oh shit that was good! Wanna hear a better one?!”

She would blush and snort/laugh at the same time. 

Reaction to stubbing their toe?

Creative ass curse words and then blaming the thing she stubbed her toe on.

“I curse you and your childrens children!” she screams at the table

Favorite color?

Dark colors, black red, black green, etc. 

Pastels~

Favorite See’s chocolate?

Dark chocolate

Chocolate and peanut butter

Favorite poptart flavor?

Gingerbread

Smores

Favorite hobby?

fighting for money

Singing and baking

How they sing at karaoke parties?

Refuses to sing, is only there for the alcohol

Sings loudly and seriously is drunk. She sings too well when shes not drunk but picks songs that people will hate. (Like Barbie Girl or any song by Aqua)

Preferred social media platform?

Reddit and Twitter

Tumblr

Opinion on puns?

Pun’s are the devils work, but god damn theyre funny. So shitty but so great. 

Has dad jokes/puns of her own

How do they typically deal with their problems?

Ignore that shit as much as possible until it is eminent

Push it down if it’s emotional problems. Other problems she tries to tackle head on because she doesn’t like putting off the inevitable

Spice girl nickname?

Death Spice

Honey Spice

Personal hygiene routine?

She showers every night because she always comes home dirty and her mom was big about being clean at night. She washes her hair every night as well

She showers twice a day and likes to make sure she always smells good. She washes her hair every other day and has a whole routine for it so that is stays moisturized and healthy.

Favorite alcoholic drink?

Fireball Whiskey

Rumchata

Favorite genre of music?

Any form of rock or rap/hip hop/r&b

Jazz or video game type music

Modern AU job/career?

MMA fighter

Vet

Favorite musical?

Hamilton and Sweeney Todd

Les miserables

How would they celebrate their significant other’s birthday?

Would spend a week planning and overthinking it. She would attempt to cook (which she can NOT do) and she would try to be romantic and would clean herself up and look really nice. It would be a personal dinner and a day spent doing whatever their SO wanted to do. 

She would wake them up with breakfast in bed and kisses. Then they would spend the day visiting their favorite places no matter the price and it would end with an elaborate picnic on the beach. 

Would they rather turn into a tiny rhinoceros or a giant hamster?

Giant Hamster

tiny rhinoceros

What would they do for their significant other for Valentine’s Day?

She would go to every a week in advance and would order a dish from each one to be delivered to the shop. She would send her SO out on errands all day so she could prepare it and would reward them with a surprise extravagant dinner.

Would wait until the day after when everything is on sale and shower her SO in the sweets that she binge bought. End the day in some intricate lingerie

Pros and cons to having them as a roommate?

Pros: Brings in money, can kick someones ass for you, knows how to take care of you when you’re sick, is good at cleaning.

Cons: Bullheaded, stubborn, is messy, sometimes won’t come home for days, cant. cook

Pros: Can cook, is homely, nicely decorates the house, house always smells good, makes sure everything is where it should be, likes to help

Cons: Skulls and bones (it usually makes people uncomfortable), superstitious 

On a scale from 1-10 how Extra are they?

8

5

Favorite meme?

Damn daniel and legally blind

Kermit self to self meme

Favorite three pokemon?

Gabite, Misdreavus, Haunter

Milotic, Sylveon, Staraptor

How tall are they?

5′4″

4′11″ and 3/4

Part 2.) Scaling. Using your best judgement, where does your fan apprentice fall on these scales?

[Example: Shortest to tallest?

Portia, Asra, [MC name here], Nadia, Lucio, Julian, Muriel]

Most to least superstitious?

Portia, Julian, Essa, Nadia, Lucio, Asra, Valstyne, Muriel

Most to least excited to be at a WWE event?

Essa, Portia, Lucio, Valstyne, Asra, Julian, Nadia, Muriel

Worst to best at handling children?

Nadia, Lucio, Muriel, Asra, Essa, Portia, Julian, Valstyne

Worst to best alcohol tolerance?

Muriel, Asra, Lucio, Valstyne, Julian, Portia, Essa, Nadia,

Best to worst at keeping secrets?

Asra, Valstyne, Muriel, Nadia, Lucio, Essa, Portia, Julian

Best to worst dancers?

Valstyne, Asra, Portia, Julian, Nadia, Lucio, Muriel, Essa

Most to least likely to slap you for stealing a mcnugget?

Essa, Nadia, Lucio, Asra, Portia, Julian, Muriel, Valstyne

Least to most likely to eat something weird on a dare?

Nadia, Julian, Valstyne, Muriel, Lucio, Portia, Asra, Essa

Least to most old?

Asra, Valstyne, Portia, Muriel, Essa, Julian, Lucio, Nadia

Part 3.) Extra characterization tidbits (whether you want to make a description or insert a photo for these is up to you!)

MC as a:

•MCR song

Mama

Sing

•vine

Kiss my ass (Summerella)

Any of the Thomas Sanders Vines of him narrating peoples lives

•a piece of furniture

Shelf (that way no one can fuck with her)

China Cabinet

•character from the Labyrinth

Hoggle

Jareth

•character in a cliche Noir film

Bad Cop who slaps the suspect around and uses unconventional ways to get answers. Has ties with the underground/black market in the city so they can get reliable information

 Knight in Sour armor, believes the world is good but keeps being let down. And Sympathy for the Devil, realizes the bad guy is no so bad after all 

•Tarot card

The Tower

Wheel of Fortune

•Micheal Jackson song

They Don’t Care About Us

Remember The Time

•character in the play “Cats”

I have no idea honestly

•Panic! at the disco song

Lying is the Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off

House of Memories

•cliche high school student stereotype

The delinquent that is actually really talented/smart

The eccentric weird girl that is friends with everyone of every friend group

•furby

•flight rising dragon breed

Mirror Dragon

Skydancer and Spiral Dragon

•deadly sin

Wrath

Envy

•DnD class

Barbarian

Warlock

•character from Mean Girls

Janis

Ms. Norbury

•hogwarts house

Slytherin

Hufflepuff

•cryptid

Jersey Devil

Shadow People

•monster factory character

Way too complicated for me to get into

[hannahepi-blog]

The Goodly Life

By: Sheikh Muhammad Al-Mukhtar Ash-Shinqitee

Life, is either for a person, or againts him. It’s hours and seconds, days and years pas him by. Leading him (by his actions) to the loved and Good Pleasure of Allah until he is amongst the people of Ultimate Succes and the Gardens of Paradise orthey are againts him, leading him (by his actions) to the Fires …of Hell and to the Anger of the One, the Just Ruler (Allah).

Life, either it will make you laugh and rejoice for an hour over which you will cry for an eternity (in the Hereafter) or it will make you cry for an hour ever which you will laugh and rejoice for an eternity (in the Hereafter)

Life, is either a great blessing for a person, or an adverse affliction againts him. This is a life which was lived by the earliest generations by our fathers and forefathers and by all those who preceded us All of them, returned to Allah with what they used to do (their deeds)

“Life” refers to every single moment that is lived within it and every hour spent wthin it. And within all of these, we live a life that is either for us or againts us. Thus, the successful and happy person is the one who sees life, and recongnises it’s reality and true nature, Forby Allah, it is a life that frequently causes some people to weep, their tears never drying and frequently makes others laugh, thair laungs and joys then never to return

My beloved, Allah has made this life as a trial, a test, an exam, in which is made apparent the true nature of His slaves. Thus happy is the one made successful (in this exam) by the Mercy of Allah while miserable & driven away is the one upon whom the Pleasure of Allah becomes forbidden (through this exam). (Know) for every hour that you live, either Allah is pleased with you in this hour (by your deeds) or the opposite, we seek refuge in Allah from that. Therefore (by this hour) either you come closer to Allah or stray further from Him. Thus it may be, that you live a single moment of love and obedience to Allah by which are forgiven the inequities of your life and a lifetime of sins. And it may be that you live a single moment in which you deviate purposely from the Path of Allah distancing yourself from His obedience which then becomes a cause of misery & distress ford the rest of your life. We ask Allah for His Safety and Pardoning.

In this life there exist two seperate ‘callers’. The first, is anything that calls to the Mercy, the Good Pleasure and the Love of Allah (be they thoughts or actions). The second type of caller, is anything which invites to the opposite of that. (Such as) a desire or lust that incites one to evil or a sudden sinful whim that may result in an evil ending (dying in bad or sinful circumstances). Thus it may be, that a person within a moment of his life, weeps,a weeping of regret and repentance over his negligence towards his Lord and by (these tears) Allah changes his evil deeds into good deeds (on his record). But how many a people continue to commit sins ? how many a people still indulge in evil.? How many a people continue to distance themselves (from Allah), frequently travelling away from their Lord (by their actions)? Thus all of them are distant from the Mercy of Allah, unbeknownst tho them, strangers to the Good Pleasure of Allah. Then comes upon them that hour, that exact moment (of penitence), which is what we are referring to, by “the goodly life”, in order that they shed tears of regret and remorse, and that a reason for anguish in the heart may be ingnited, Such that the person realises long his alienation from Allah has been and how long his absence from his Lord truly has been so that the may then say,”Indeed I am turning to my Lord repentant, remorseful, and in hope of His Mercy & Good Pleasure!”. This time (of penitence) is a person’s key to happiness and contentment, the time of regred. It is a the scholars say,”Indeed man sins a great deal, but if he is truly sincere in his regred and repentance, Allah will change his sins into good deeds” Thus his life too then becomes pure and goodly, by the purity and truthfulness of that regred and repentance and by the sincerity in the very distress and pain felt within himself. We ask Allah the Most Great Lord of the Honourable Throne, to gives life to this blessed caller to His Mercy, within our hearts and to the pain we should fell when we are neglectful towards Allah and His Commands

My beloved, every single one of us needs to ask themselves a question, we need to ask ourselves day and night, How many nights are spent awake in activity? And how many hours are passed (in this way)? How many have laughed in this life? And (most importantly) was Allah Pleased with this laughter? How much time was spent in entertainment & enjoyment inthis life? Was this enjoyment one that Allah was pleased with? How many nights were spent awake (in activity) was this staying awake (and what you did), pleasing to Allah? And so on and so forth, (These are) questions that he should be asking within himself. But a person may wonder why he should be asking these questions (i.e what’s the point)? Yes! You must ask yourselves these questions, as passes not the instant of a blinking of an eye, nor a fleeting moment in your life, except that you are living in and experiencing the Blessings of Allah! Thus it is from great respect and humility towards Allah that a person remains constantly aware of the greatness of the Blessings bestowed upon him. From humility is to truly feel and acknowledge that the food we eat, belongs to and is provided by Allah. And that we quench our thirts with a drink ereated by Allah. And tha we are shaded and sheltered by a roof provided by Him. And thet we walk forth upon a ground provided by Him. And that without doubt we are living in and experiencing His every Bounty ang Mercy so what could we possibly have to offer Him in return? (So it’s important) a person asks himself these questions.

(For example) doctors say that there exist a person’s heart, a substance that if it were to increase or decrease by 1 % he would die instantly… So (think) in which courtesy an kindness, which mercy ang compassion from Allah does mankind enjoy, experience and live in! (Even it ) a person asks himself about the Mercy of Allah alone, when he wakes up in the morning, possessing his hearing, possessing his sight and possessing his phisycal strenght, who is the One actually safeguarding his hearing? Who is the One safeguarding his sight? Who is the One safeguarding his intellect? Who is the One safeguarding his very soul? He must ask himself, who is the One protecting all of these things? Who is the One who Bestowed him with good health and wellbeing? (Think of) those who are sick, lying on white beds (in hospital), singing and in pine, By Allah, through these great blessings Allah conveys His love for us, The greats blessings of good health, wellbeing, security and safety All of these are porived purely so that we may live a goodly, wholesome life. Allah, praised & exalted is He, desires two things from His Slave: The first is that he carry out his obligatory duties (e,g.prayer) and the second, is the abandonment of all Allah has forbidden and held him back from As for the one who claims that closeness to Allah entails a life of suffering or limitations.

Then such a person without doubt has erred greatly in how he perceives Allah For, By Allah, if you do not purify and make good your life by closeness to your Lord, you will never be able to do so by way of anything else. And if you do not purify and adorn your life by carrying out your obligatory duties to Him, and abandoning all that He has forbidden, Then by Allah, you will never be able to so by way of anything else. A person may experience every single pleasure life has to offer but by Allah, he will never experience anything more pleasurable, more beautiful than servitude to Allah by carrying out his obligations to Him ang leaving all that He has forbid him from. (In life) you are subjected to two choices, whenever you are faced with a matter, you have the choice to either do it or not do it. If you decide to go forth and do anything in this life, ask yourself, “Has Allah permitted you to do this thing, or not?” For anything at all you wish to do. Since the human being himself is owned by Allah and the hearts are owned by Allah and the souls are all owned by Allah.

Thus a person should, whenever he wants to do something or hold back from it, ask himself, will Allah be pleased with you (by this action)? If so, then he can proceed. Or, will Allah not be pleased by this action? If not then he should hold himself back. For, by Allah, a person does not proceed with an action nor hold back from it, requesting Allah’s Mercy (and counsel in the decision), except that he pleases his Lord in the process. Therefore true happiness and a goodly life are only found in closeness to Allah. Closeness to who? To the King of the Kings, the Controller of the Heavens & the Earth. To whom belongs the Ultimate Command, all creation and the perfect arrangement ang measure of all that exists. Thus you may find that man is always in a state of anxiety and weariness. You may find an individual who has everything he desires , But by Allah, you will find most of those who have all thay desire suffer from mental or psychological problems, from anxiety and depression, most of them are extremely unhappy ang dissatisfied with their lives. Go and look for the wealthiest person, you’ll most likely find him to be from the most miserable people in life. Why? Because Allah has made the comfort and ease of the soul to be found, in being close to Him. And has placed the key to a pleasurable, amiable life, in a pleasurable, amiable relationship with Him. (If we look at just) one prayer that a person performs from the 5 obligatory daily prayers; at the moment of completing his bowing and prostrating and completing his servitude to his Lord, then at leaving the place of prayer, he feels a great sense of ease and peace within himself! By Alla, even if he were to spend all the wealth on the earth (in attempt to buy this feeling) He would be unable to seek a way to it. Thus the goodly life in found only in closeness to Allah. A pleasant, comfortable life will only be found by a closeness to Allah. If a person does not purify and make good his life through this close relationship, then by who (or what) will he..?

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MLB Rule 5 Draft outcomes: Royals, Orioles seize a number of gamers; what all 30 groups did

Thursday morning, the 2017 Winter Conferences unofficially got here to an in depth with the annual Rule 5 Draft. 

What’s the Rule 5 Draft, precisely? It is a mechanism that forestalls groups from stashing expertise within the minors indefinitely. Gamers have to be added to the 40-man roster after so a few years within the minors, and if not, they’re Rule 5 Draft eligible. Gamers chosen within the Rule 5 Draft should stick on their new group’s 25-man energetic large league roster all subsequent season, or be positioned on waivers and supplied again to their former group.

Sometimes a group finds a diamond within the tough within the Rule 5 Draft — Phillies outfielder Odubel Herrera is probably the most notable latest Rule 5 Draft success story — although for probably the most half they’re trying so as to add relievers or bench gamers, or possibly a platoon bat. Somebody like that. Typically it really works out, more often than not is would not. Here’s a recap of Thursday morning’s Rule 5 Draft exercise.

1. Detroit Tigers: OF Victor Reyes (from Diamondbacks)

Ranked the 23rd greatest prospect within the D-Backs farm system by Baseball America going into 2017, the 23-year-old switch-hitting Victor Reyes put up a .292/.332/.399 batting line with 4 house runs and 18 steals in 126 Double-A video games this season. His robust displaying within the Arizona Fall League (.316/.514/.405 in 20 video games) could have satisfied the Tigers to seize him with the highest Rule 5 Draft choice. Reyes is an effective athlete who will get an opportunity to compete for an outfield job in Spring Coaching.

2. San Francisco Giants: RHP Julian Fernandez (from Rockies)

Laborious-throwers are a Rule 5 Draft staple and Julian Fernandez definitely qualifies. He is among the hardest throwers in all of baseball, majors or minors.

#Giants draft Julian Fernandez with the No. 2 decide. As much as 102 mph, no secondaries, shaky management. However hey, large arm

— Kyle Glaser (@KyleAGlaser) December 14, 2017

Fernandez, 22, has by no means ranked among the many Rockies’ prime 30 prospects based on Baseball America, and he has by no means pitched above Low Class-A ball. This season he had a Three.26 ERA with 57 strikeouts in 58 innings, all out of the bullpen. The Giants will give him a glance in Spring Coaching as a result of that form of velocity is tough to seek out, however the lack of a dependable breaking ball and management are obstacles.

Three. Pittsburgh Pirates (through commerce with Phillies): RHP Nick Burdi (from Twins)

In a prearranged deal, the Phillies used the No. Three decide within the Rule 5 Draft on Nick Burdi, then instantly traded him to the Pirates. The return? A bunch of worldwide bonus cash.

Phillies turned a $100,000 Rule 5 decide into $500,000 in worldwide slot cash from Pittsburgh. That concludes the winter conferences.

— Matt Gelb (@MattGelb) December 14, 2017

The 24-year-old Burdi was the 46th total choice within the 2014 novice draft and he’s presently rehabbing from Tommy John surgical procedure. He had the process in Could, which means he’s unlikely to pitch for Pittsburgh previous to midseason. Burdi, who allowed one run in 17 Double-A innings with a 20/four Okay/BB earlier than getting harm this 12 months, should spend 90 days on the energetic roster (so not the DL) subsequent season to fulfill the Rule 5 Draft guidelines. If he would not, the Rule 5 Draft guidelines carry over to 2019. When wholesome, Burdi is a prime reduction prospect.

four. Texas Rangers (through commerce with White Sox): OF Carlos Tocci (from Phillies)

In one other prearranged deal, the White Sox chosen Carlos Tocci and instantly traded him to the Rangers for an undisclosed sum of money. There’s a $100,000 charge for choosing a participant within the Rule 5 Draft, so the ChiSox obtained one thing north of that within the deal.

The Rangers purchase OF Carlos Tocci who was chosen by the Chicago White Sox within the Main League section of immediately’s Rule 5 draft for money.

— John Blake (@RangerBlake) December 14, 2017

Tocci, 22, is a slash-and-dash hitter who authored a .294/.346/.381 batting line with three homers and 5 steals in 130 video games at Double-A and Triple-A in 2017. His greatest instruments are on protection, the place he is a powerful heart discipline defender due to good vary and routes. Tocci will battle for a reserve outfield job with Texas.

5. Kansas Metropolis Royals (through commerce with Reds): RHP Brad Keller (from Diamondbacks)

6. Kansas Metropolis Royals (through commerce with Mets): RHP Burch Smith (from Rays)

The Royals landed back-to-back Rule 5 Draft picks due to trades with the Reds and Mets. They acquired Brad Keller from the Cincinnati and Burch Smith from New York for money or a participant to be named later. (Seemingly money.)

We’ve acquired RHP Brad Keller (chosen No. 5) and RHP Burch Smith (No. 6) as a part of the Rule 5 Draft immediately, in alternate for a participant to be named/money issues in each instances. #Royals

— Kansas Metropolis Royals (@Royals) December 14, 2017

Keller, 22, threw 130 2/Three innings with a four.68 ERA and 111/57 Okay/BB in Double-A this season, although he has three good pitches and figures to stay round with the Royals for a bit as a fifth starter or swingman. The identical is true of Smith, a 27-year-old who spent some big-league time with the Padres in 2013. He was a part of the Wil Myers commerce a number of years again. Smith missed the 2015 and 2016 seasons with Tommy John surgical procedure, however he returned this summer season throwing mid-to-high-90s with high quality secondary pitches in his curveball and changeup. He had a 2.40 ERA with 56 strikeouts and 24 walks in 56 1/Three minor-league innings in 2017 and has an opportunity to be an actual good discover for the Royals.

7. San Diego Padres: Go

Groups will not be required to make a Rule 5 Draft decide. They will cross in the event that they have no open 40-man roster spots or if no accessible gamers catch their eye. Groups that do cross can’t make any picks within the subsequent rounds of the Rule 5 Draft, nonetheless. It’s considerably stunning the Padres handed this 12 months as a result of they have been very aggressive within the Rule 5 Draft in recent times, together with taking three gamers (Luis Torrens, Miguel Diaz, Allen Cordoba) final offseason. 

eight. Atlanta Braves: RHP Anyelo Gomez (from Yankees)

The 24-year-old Anyelo Gomez broke out this previous season, throwing 70 1/Three reduction innings at 4 ranges, and posting a 1.92 ERA with 87 strikeouts and 21 walks. He is a hard-thrower with an upper-90s fastball and a top quality changeup. Gomez will get an extended look in Spring Coaching and has a good likelihood to win a spot within the Braves bullpen.

9. Oakland Athletics: Go

10. Pittsburgh Pirates: RHP Jordan Milbrath (from Indians)

Jordan Milbrath is an older prospect at 26, and he break up the 2017 season Excessive-A and Double-A, throwing 56 2/Three innings with a Three.02 ERA and a 63/25 Okay/BB. He, like most Rule 5 Draft picks, is a hard-thrower, reportedly operating his fastball as much as 97-98 mph out of the bullpen. That Pirates have been taking Rule 5 Draft fliers on relievers for years now, and Milbrath would be the newest to get an opportunity to stay subsequent 12 months.

11. Baltimore Orioles: LHP Nestor Cortes (from Yankees)

The 23-year-old Nestor Cortes is a stats over stuff man. His minor-league numbers are glorious — he has a 2.08 ERA and a 344/76 Okay/BB in 324 1/Three profession minor-league innings, together with a 1.33 ERA in 54 Triple-A innings — and he does it with guts and guile. Cortes lives within the upper-80s together with his fastball and an array of secondary pitches. He is been in comparison with former Orioles lefty Vidal Nuno, who can be a product of the Yankees farm system.

12. Toronto Blue Jays: Go

13. Miami Marlins: RHP Elieser Hernandez (from Astros)

The Marlins are dedicated to a fielding a non-competitive bare-bones roster in 2018, so it is no shock they appeared for affordable expertise within the Rule 5 draft. Elieser Hernandez, 22, threw 73 1/Three innings with a Three.68 ERA and an 88/22 Okay/BB in 2017, principally at Excessive Class-A. Miami is the land of alternative proper now. Hernandez will get an extended look in Spring Coaching and stands an excellent likelihood of creating the Opening Day roster.

14. Seattle Mariners: 1B Mike Ford (from Yankees)

First baseman will not be normally a Rule 5 Draft goal — golf equipment are likely to search for pitchers and up-the-middle athletes within the Rule 5 Draft — however the Mariners determined Mike Ford’s bat was value a glance. The 25-year-old hammered Double-A and Triple-A pitching in 2017, placing up a .270/.404/.471 batting line with 20 house runs and extra walks (94) than strikeouts (72). Ford has some thump in his bat, although he relegated to first base defensively.

15. Texas Rangers: Go

16. Tampa Bay Rays: Go

17. Los Angeles Angels: RHP Luke Bard (from Twins)

The 27-year-old Luke Bard is the youthful brother of former large leaguer Daniel Bard. He threw 65 1/Three reduction innings in 2017, principally at Double-A but in addition some Triple-A, and had a 2.76 ERA with a 99/24 Okay/BB. Bard was the 42nd total decide within the 2012 draft, and whereas his progress has been slowed by accidents, he nonetheless possesses a tough fastball and slider, making him value a shot out of the bullpen.

18. Kansas Metropolis Royals: Go

19. St. Louis Cardinals: Go

20. Minnesota Twins: RHP Tyler Kinley (from Marlins)

The Marlins determined the 26-year-old Tyler Kinley was not value a 40-man roster spot, so now he’ll go to Spring Coaching with the Twins as a Rule 5 Draft decide. He used his 98-100 mph fastball to put up a Three.54 ERA with a 72/22 Okay/BB in 53 1/Three innings break up between Excessive-A and Double-A in 2017. There’s not a lot right here past the speed, so the Twins are betting on Kinley’s arm power.

21. Milwaukee Brewers: Go

22. Colorado Rockies: Go

23. New York Yankees: Go

24. Chicago Cubs: Go

25. Arizona Diamondbacks: RHP Albert Suarez (from Giants)

Albert Suarez has spent components of the final two seasons with the Giants, throwing 115 2/Three innings with a four.51 ERA within the large leagues. He has a mid-90s fastball and likewise each a slider and curveball, so the D-Backs will see whether or not the 28-year-old can contribute subsequent season, probably out of the bullpen as an extended reliever.

26. Boston Crimson Sox: Go

27. Washington Nationals: Go

28. Houston Astros: LHP Anthony Gose (from Rangers)

The Rangers signed Anthony Gose to a minor-league contract a number of weeks in the past, and the Astros determined he’s value bringing to camp as a Rule 5 Draft decide, so they chose him. They love his arm:

#Astros Kevin Goldstein on LHP Anthony Gose: “We noticed an higher 90s fastball. We noticed an enormous energy breaking ball. A man with large league high quality, lefty reliever stuff.”

— Carlos Collazo (@CarlosACollazo) December 14, 2017

Gose, you could recall, was as soon as an outfielder with the Blue Jays and Tigers. The 27-year-old transformed to pitching final 12 months and threw 10 2/Three innings in rookie ball, permitting 9 runs on seven hits and 6 walks. He struck out 14. Evidently, leaping from rookie ball to the large leagues one 12 months after changing to the mound will likely be fairly the problem for Gose. It is not a dangerous transfer for the Astros by any means — all it prices them is the $100,000 charge and a 40-man spot for a number of weeks — however it’s a lengthy shot.

29. Cleveland Indians: Go

30. Los Angeles Dodgers: Go

31. Baltimore Orioles: RHP Pedro Araujo (from Cubs)

The Rule 5 Draft retains going till groups cease making picks, and within the second spherical, the O’s grabbed the 24-year-old Pedro Araujo from the Cubs. He had 1.76 ERA and an 87/18 Okay/BB in 66 2/Three innings this 12 months. Araujo pitched solely in reduction and all however two of these 66 2/Three innings got here at Excessive-A. He’ll attempt to earn a spot in Baltimore’s bullpen.

32. Miami Marlins: RHP Brett Graves (from Athletics)

A 3rd spherical decide in 2014, Brett Graves had a four.47 ERA with a 57/13 Okay/BB in 56 1/Three minor-league innings this previous season, nearly all as a starter. He tasks long-term as a reliever due to a mid-90s fastball and , albeit inconsistent, slider. Graves stands likelihood to carve out a job in Miami’s bullpen subsequent 12 months.

33. Baltimore Orioles: RHP Jose Mesa Jr. (from Yankees)

The son of the previous big-league nearer was the third participant taken by the Orioles within the Rule 5 Draft and the fourth misplaced by the Yankees. Jose Mesa Jr., 24, threw 84 innings with a 1.93 ERA and a 101/32 Okay/BB this previous season, his greatest 12 months to this point. He has a low-90s fastball and a number of secondary pitches, none of that are an out-pitch for the time being. As with Cortes and Araujo, the Orioles went with stats over stuff with their three Rule 5 Draft picks.

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