#Gavin: here are the reasons

[sunflowers-and-scales]

almost christmas

[arlevki]

HAPPY KLAPOLLO DAY!!! I'm so insane about them...

[springypaws]

Some Detroit: Become Minis ✨

And yes I matched them with what Slime Rancher slime I see them being because I am free and experiencing late-stage brainrot

…. I used up all my energy on the character drawings and didn’t save any for actually drawing them as slimes, so I went the lazy route

Can you spot Ralph? This is a rhetorical question. Obviously, he’s too good at blending in to possibly be differentiated from the other slimes.

Some attempted closeups are under the cut

Couldn’t figure out how to cut these so hopefully this works

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Unlabeled:

Goblin Markus…..

[meerealsssss]

okay so i was originally gonna post a holy yap about school and NOT band but so fucking much has happened in the last six hours

when i got to the high school my flute fell apart in my hands. like i've bit, scratched, and thrown the thing but i have never seen it so worn down and beat up. keys that were stuck down and keys pushing down other keys make my flute sound unbearable. i went up to ms pedersen and at first she told me she didn't have anything to fix my flute and i started crying (1). one look at my flute then she went to the office and fixed that shit so fast LMAO

anyway sam wished me good luck about sixteen MILLION times for my solo (he was playing a solo too) which im not complaining but sam has NEVER talked to me EVER so that was scary.

afterwards we went down to the house to wait for our turn after everyone younger than us went and five ish minutes after we sat down people started pouring in to watch us preform

now the first people i saw were ava and tamia. let me tell you i started BAWLING. the SECOND i saw them. i went 'ouh noo...' and lay my head in my lap as everyone around me realized i was crying my eyes out (2) (continued crying after i saw ellah walk in after them)

beginner band went first and let me tell you they were SO GOOD for beginners like holy crap. genuinely in shock.

after the beginners' first song, during the transition into the next song i saw two silhouettes sit down and i knew that they were gavin and andrew. i was so worried that they wouldn't show because i didn't see them walk in but once i saw them sit down i was so relieved and happy and sad all at the same time and i practically missed the second song by the beginners' due to me SOBBING (3) over these fuckasses.

nothing really interesting happened during the last beginner band song and the intermediate band song other than the fact that intermediate promised us that they would play wicked but we got fucking RICKROLLED.

after intermediate it was time for our class. lemme tell you i was not ready for anything that happens after this point for many reasons.

first off, when we got onstage, i look out to the audience and the first thing i see is ellah and gavin jumping out of their seats and waving at us with the biggest smiles plastered on their faces. i waved back, which got them to wave more enthusiastically. we didn't even play the songs yet but just seeing them again made me tear up (4). i love being in the front :c

we sat down, ms pedersen talked, we played aladdin, we got an applause, yattayatta. (counted, i made five mistakes.) then, mr sharpie came up to the mic and announced that he would be giving out an award to a certain someone for changing the most academically in the band. many people told me that they thought that reward would go to me but it went to some clarinet player that was only playing for a year. i didn't mind it though, i was happy for her

after allll the cheering and applause for this chick we all sat down and played john williams trilogy. (counted again, three mistakes.) after THAT song mr sharpie got on the mic again and said he would be giving out ANOTHER award. he went on this whole speech about how it was a [thingymagig] that would be put in the band room for 'director award', mentioning that the person they would give this to was dedicated to their part, kept other sections in line, comes down during homebase to practice, and was overall one of the best band members in the group. (holy glaze)

as he was talking, i heard some voices behind me saying my name. at first i thought it was one of those weird ass situations where you imagine someone calling your name, but it was too consistent to be anything like that. i turned around and the WHOLE flute section was smiling and pointing at me whispering, "it's gonna be you! he's talking about you!" i only grinned and looked back, that boosted my ego, but if i was being totally honest, i thought it would be fucking big nate because his confidence is over the top /neg

once mr sharpie got to the point, he said "this award goes to...ms [mee (lastname)]!" and before i could even process that that was ME, i could hear screaming erupting everywhere. ace and evies screams were the loudest. i was scared to stand, though when i got on my feet the audience cheered as the sounds of joy for the little block of wood i got were engraved in my mind the same way my name was stamped to the gold plate.

mr sharpie and ms pedersen gave me hugs as i got handed the award. i smiled with them but not at them, my gaze never fell from the award. i would say i held it like it was my most prized possession, though i could say it was.

mr sharpie began to talk about how i matched all the descriptions of what he said, though i wasn't listening. looking out to the crowd (big mistake), i saw all the people from theater looking like they would get the same award if they clapped first, smiles wider than the crowd and i couldn't hold the tears back any longer (5).

another applause suddenly erupted from all around me as i made my way down to my chair yet again. everyone who could reach me cheered, congratulated me, and insisted on high-fives and fist bumps. i was so happy in the moment i didn't mind the fact i was treating brandon (annoying ass mf) as a friend.

maybe an award was all i needed. we got ready for our final song of the night, no, final song. final song as a group, final song forever for some, final song as advanced band members for all. as we set up sam, despite sitting across from me by six feet, told me i got this and i would do great.

i responded with a teary eyed thumbs up.

we sat up, instruments in position, maracas played, sam's solo, and i stared at mr sharpie with eyes so focused it could slice a hole through the hands he was conducting with. once my solo came around, i played, could've sworn i heard a gasp, and the whole band began playing together.

as the song came to an end, i realized that this really WAS the end. though it felt like a loop. my first and last notes were an F. and F to basic quarter notes so mr sharpie knew we knew how to play our new instruments, and F with a marcato ending the song and the band kid i was signing out.

i stood up with sam, the soloists. we nodded at each other as everyone else began to rise after us. (i wasn't able to count, i guess all that practicing payed off)

applause, tears springing to my eyes (6), excused to put our things away and we leave the stage. many people came running up to me to say congratulations, some i would have never talked to before. then ace came up to me and cried in my arms for a long while on the backstage floor. it was comforting to be honest. we were crying together for so many of the same reasons yet so different at the same time.

after we got the courage to calm down a bit i looked up and the first thing i see are some familiar shaped pants and hands. i set my stuff down, tried to call out but chocked on my own words, then managed a stifled cry, "gavin!"

he turned around almost immediately and i threw myself against him, bawling my eyes out into his shirt (7). i had been waiting to see him for so long, i had planned out just about everything i wanted to say but at that moment the only thing i wished i could say was 'i love you too'

it seems like every time i hug him i grip onto his shirt as if he would disappear again if i let go.

he continuously told me how proud he was of me and how much he missed me (NOT HELPING!). then he mentioned that fuckass video i posted the night before and i told him "i hate you so much, what were you doing awake at eleven at night?" /rhetorical

after i was done sobbing about gavin i went to go cry about andrew. this guy probably hates hugs with a passion but at that moment my head was hung so low that i couldn't see his expression either judging the crap out of my damp face or just as glad to see me as i was.

as i hugged andrew he just said he was proud of me before backing off . he then stared me down (per usual) and told me how everyone, especially ellah, loved my posture and the way i held my flute and told me to never give that up. then he said that gavin PULLED UP the video i made and SHOWED ANDREW?? IN THE CAR. i mean yeah they were intended to see that shit but it was terrible.

after a conversation about andrew hunting me and evan down and killing us if we quit theater or band they left backstage and left ME a sobbing MESS.

i grabbed my shit, went out to the lobby, hugged ava and ellah (sobbed, 8), found my family, hugged them, told them about all of the above, took pictures with everybody, and then they all went home, leaving me, my brother, gavin and andrew, and some other kids

i continued to talk to gavin and he kept telling me that i would see him again and i wouldn't have to worry, that i was the best little sister ever, and a bunch of other crap that i probably didn't hear because i was busy painting his shirt with my tears. (9)

gavin went to go talk to some other people so i went over to andrew and gave him another hug. he told me that he would miss me, though he would see me again because he'd go to all my future concerts and marches.

after a while, everyone had to go in a hurry for some reason so i gave everyone a final hug and as andrew and jessi (another senior) were walking out, gavin came back to hug me one last time and whispered "i get the last hug btw"

andrew then called back "hey, you're still my favorite"

jumped up and down with joy, watched them leave, and waited for dragon to come back around with the car.

[before-it-felt-like-a-sin]

Aftertaste is sooooo JackieShauna coded actually

[multiimistakes]

guys do you think Agent Bubbles/Operative 7 finds Gavin and ends up just walking away after they both nearly kill each other because he's tired of putting his own down, tired of the cycle of violence, and can see Gavin as the reflection of himself that he is and that they're both victims of the bullshit political and warfare machine and killing Gavin would be pointless and needless at that point or like do you think he just puts him down quick and feels incredibly empty afterwards???

[it-came-autumnally]

Chart of fictional blond* men who have made me go "what is this guy's problem":

*Astute observers might notice that Tartaglia Genshin Impact is not exactly blond. I can't explain how he made his way here while Kristoph Gavin didn't but he's an honorary fictional blond man now I guess

[batboyblog]

Among the other things that seem to pop out of nowhere, I hear that Harris is apparently "very pro-cop" as a reason why we shouldn't vote for her. I would like some clarification about that and also maybe reasons why we should be voting for her, just for the naysayers.

The Kamala cop thing comes from her jobs as San Francisco District Attorney and California Attorney General, and the fact that Kamala and Cop have a kind of ring to them.

the fact that Harris had worked on enforcing the law was used against her in the height of "Defund the Police" but ultimately was pretty unfair, just quickly I found an article from a public defender about Harris progressive record to be short as both DA and AG she fought to scale back incarceration, she refused to seek the death penalty, she wouldn't prosecute marijuana possession cases (back in 2004), as DA along with then Mayor of San Fran Gavin Newsom she took part in the city's short lived gay marriage moment in 2004

here she is in 2004 marrying a nice Lesbian couple, over 10 years before gay marriage would be legal nation wide and 8 years before President Obama announced her supported it.

Harris put a particular stress on prosecuting sex criminals, rapists and human traffickers, and well

"She Prosecuted Sex Predators, He is One"

thats the answer, every time.

[tfatwsbarnes]

we can’t be friends | bob reynolds pt. 2

read pt. 1 here!

summary: bob and you now navigate the implications of your curse by the TVA

pairing: bob reynolds x variant fem!reader

word count: 4.6k

content: angst and yearning on both ends, they’re in LOVE! fluff and honestly just self indulgence at this point. it’s christmas but reader doesn’t celebrate it, reader also has to wear a dress, swearing, more heavy use of dialogue, reader is v emotional and still an avid tea drinker. touch starved babes, eventual kissing but not how you would expect. tva inaccuracies again.

a/n: mwah ty for the love on part one! not proofread hehe. also i confess to not seeing s2 of loki so i’m none the wiser to anything past the first season

taglist: @amandarobertsboyce @micro-kat @kurogxrix @gavin-isstupid - tysm for reading 🫶

You woke up with a splitting headache.

Days had bled into weeks since the exposé on your deep dark secret, that you were not an Earth-616 Variant. Your existence did not belong amongst the chaos of this New York in all it’s anarchic glory. It was the perfect sweet spot, tucked deep into the belly of the TVA library, you had spent countless hours — no, minutes? — peeling pages upon pages out of manilla coloured folders, to find a Timeline which you could simply dissolve into the background of.

Earth-616. Plenty of things wrong with it. A handful of things right with it. Including the sole reason you had been arrested, fought off pruning, escaped and arrested thrice more. Robert Reynolds. A little wounded, an exponential amount of skeletons in his closet and you adored every corner of it.

It took a lot of background work, to ensure you had chosen a place that you could escape the prying hands of the TVA and locate Bob.

Your memory so vivid of that time. The paper cuts, calloused fingertips from endless paperwork being handled from the start of the day until the very end, where Mobius M. Mobius had tracked you down within the confides of the TVA and banished you to your room to sleep before the trial.

The sickening drench of the colour orange wherever you looked. Unable to rest, you’d pad around the infinite halls before slipping into the same room you had been thrown into the first incident that you had been arrested. No longer coated in fear, but grieving a loss of the life you knew still existed within the realms of time.

Lights flickered in the darkness, an image pooled upon the screen in front of you: VARIANT Y1097 FILES. An ache in your bones at the title, a sadistic element to your viewing of your own life. You’d press the button with hesitation, eyes wide with wonder over a treasured lifetime.

There he was. Hair a little shorter, but face all the same. Swamped in anxiety and self-deprecation, but his eyes poured with love whenever you watched the scenes between you two unfold. You two led a simple life in that Timeline, nested in New York City, adopted an all white mountainous feline, Sierra and even introduced the likes of therapy to Bob.

If you hadn’t come across the advertisement for Wonder Inc. taped to a lamppost just two blocks down from your apartment, you and Bob would be tethered for that lifetime. Your eyes welled as they always did, to the sight of your greyed hairs, thinner as Bob’s was cut short to maintain thickness on the top. Laughter lines plenty, hands spotted with age; you died first. The end of your tape concluding that you craved the simplicity of life with Bob Reynolds. No matter how you found it.

Your name was called. And for a moment, you felt the panic creep up the back of your neck. Sight blurred from being unfocused, you blinked back into the moment to see the man you had been daydreaming your lost life with.

If you could have, you would’ve smoothed the wrinkle set between his brows with worry.

“I lost you there.” He mumbled.

You always lose me.

You conjured up a smile, “Sorry. What were you saying?” You peered over your shoulder — as you always did — awaiting that familiar orange glow and TVA guards tenfold.

“It’s OK.” Bob started, “I was just mentioning that Yelena returned your files back to Valentina’s office.”

You visibly tensed. Back straightened, throat bobbed from a hard pill to swallow. Valentina Allegra de Fontaine was malice incarnate, she taunted you from the sidelines, her own version of a puppet with strings because one act of defiance, and she would be the one to make the call.

It had been two weeks since Bob had excavated the skeletons of your TVA file, it had led to a sudden bloom of friendship — to that you were thankful for — you routinely walked side by side to the kitchen in the dark mornings of December, shoulders brushed against the fabric of your clothes, subtle stolen glances at side profiles whilst the other was busy in their mind. To say it alarmed the rest of the team was an understatement. They thrived on the jest that Bob repelled you to the complete opposite side of the room, his heavy efforts not going unnoticed.

Now? You were practically joint at the hip.

It was a blessing and a curse. A curse that rained down as Valentina, heels clicking against the refurbished floor, pencil skirt to match the blazer as she sauntered into the kitchen with her sights set on you. Prepared to do anything, you turned your full attention to her pursed purple stained lips, a twitch in her right eye as she began to smirk with intent.

She spoke your name like it was a death sentence, “You didn’t happen to cross paths with a particular file during your admin work, did you?” You had shaken your head with vigour, fingers clenched around your designated tea drinking mug enough that you might’ve crushed it into dust. Valentina tilted her head, palms smoothed over the counter, “I’m missing a file. A very important one. I think we both know what I’m talking about.”

Yes. For two different reasons. One: Bob had stolen it in partial innocence — he sat beside you, sweat on his brow — and two: you wanted that file. The manipulative, devil in nature that brandished a white streak of hair, could publish your documents at any given time. Unleashing a relentless force, a sequence violation, and you would be right back where you started in the shackles of the TVA.

Hands tied, Bob — riddled with guilt — set Yelena the task of returning the file that Alexei had kept to use as a comically large bookmark. With a light snort after Bob questioned her capability of not being caught, Yelena slipped the dog-eared file back with nonchalance to her skill.

You would earn those files back. One day.

“Did I say something wrong?” Bob asked when you didn’t reply to his statement. He thought he had done right by restoring the cracked peace between you and Valentina. Visibly unravelled in nerves, you offered a warm smile and Bob softened.

“No. Thank you, Bob.” You meant it. Although the slight grit of your teeth said otherwise. Quick to change the subject, you added, “I hope you’re not a Kleptomaniac at tonight’s Christmas Gala.”

You, personally, didn’t celebrate Christmas. The Watchtower decked out in tacky decor with vintage LED lights that John Walker had torn from a building near by, just because he liked them. The team weren’t incredibly enthusiastic about the festivities, but, Valentina made it clear it was vital to your image as the New Avengers. Secret Santa gifts were a must!

Bob deflated. Socialising wasn’t his strong suit. A ticking time-bomb, he preferred to reside in the shadows whilst the rest of the team played the socialites role. However, he wasn’t getting out of the Christmas Gala — taken by Walker and Barnes to be fitted for a suit.

Things were different though.

He had you now. Things were different within two weeks, fourteen days, because of you. Suddenly, he felt anchored, validated in that odd feeling that clawed its way out from his stomach whenever he caught glimpses of you avoiding him. There were multiple versions of you, and multiple versions of him that belong together, written in the scripts of your lives. You existed, in your form that had Bob stumbling over his words, palms clammy when he caught the underlying note of your perfume, eyes lingering on you in meetings and, yet, he couldn’t have you.

Bob would tolerate the Gala; because you were there.

The question came as it always did.

“Is there a version of me that, that loves socialising?” Bob cringed at your expression. Rules had been set out. Rule one: Don’t ask about Bob Variants. That was it. But, you found a way to tell him in subtle blinking. One for yes. Two for no.

You blinked twice.

At least you still loved him in every timeline.

“I’ll see you later for the Gala.” You dropped from the barstool, and as you walked out of the kitchen, you called over your shoulder, “Don’t forget your Secret Santa gift!”

The sky grew black and snow began to cascade from the heavens above whilst the aristocrats of New York filtered into the Watchtower for the black tie event. Bob fiddled with the cufflinks of his suit as he waited beside Bucky who had helped him briefly to tie his bow tie. Failure to succeed, Bucky had unclipped his fake one and swapped with Bob to salvage any embarrassment bestowed upon the younger male.

The rest of the team trudged through from their rooms, freshened up to satisfy Valentina’s command. Yelena beelined for Bob, wearing a floral suit with her hair slicked back, a growing smile shown as she approached him.

“Look at you.” She patted his shoulder.

“Oh, thanks, Lena. I—You look cool.” Bob warmed in his face as Yelena posed from his compliment. He went to laugh, the joyful feeling caught in his throat and exchanged for a stammered, teenage whine when you entered the mouth of the foyer to greet guests. “Shit.”

There you were, confidence unshaken as you approached the rest of your team, figure exposed in a dress you hated but wore to keep Valentina’s threats at bay. Two wobbling Christmas trees clipped atop of your head, face beaming at your chosen family.

If you had a visible aura, it would be a glowing gold, Bob thought. Every part of you as beautiful as the next feature he stared at upon your face. His throat bobbed, a gentle elbow to his rib and he caught Yelena staring back at him with a brow quirked; he was quick to collect himself.

Your eyes trailed down Bob’s frame and back up to his face, his ears reddened as you pinned him under your playful gaze. You couldn’t kiss, that you were sure of. But, you’d ruffle his feathers a little for the sake of indulgent flirtations. Fingertips pinched the bow tie askew around his collar, his lung sucked in a breath from your closeness as you straightened it out. The closeness made Bob considerably dizzy. Months of longing to even sit next to you, had now flipped him on his head and shown him what closeness he really craved.

You patted his chest, “Handsome.”

Bob croaked, “Your dress—Good.” He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head with a nervous laugh, “I meant—”

“—I know. Thank you, Bob.”

“Ugh.” Yelena’s voice cut through the atmosphere, her right cheek filled with a striped Candy Cane, it left her mouth with a pop as she waved at you both, “This is disgusting. Are you guys falling in love?”

“What? No.” Bob was quick to cover tracks.

Then John Walker chimed in, “Oh yeah?” You both stared at him, oblivious to his next sentence, “Then why did I catch you two stumbling out of the Cleaners Cupboard two weeks ago? Huh?”

You looked to the comical Turkey hat on his head, eyes narrowed, “Your hat. Much better than that beret.”

Walker tightened his lips and Bucky — the voice of reason — stepped in with his hands up to settle the situation growing arms and legs. He had considerably aged in the presence of the Thunderbolts* turned New Avengers; grey hairs sprouted from the roots at his scalp.

Ushered by Bucky to enter the room where the highbrow, intellectual snobs resided in — Walker grabbing you in for a quick headlock — all beady eyes behind false pretences stared at the group with a few members missing, Ava and Alexei already mingling in their own way.

Yelena leant close to your ear, “Ten dollars goes to the first person to have a drink thrown over them.”

“Deal.” You mumbled, all of you dispersing into the crowd — Bob flipping between you and Yelena before subconsciously pulled in your direction.

Exercising your capability to talk the ear off of people, you used this to your advantage. Gesticulate in your manner, you became off-putting to the people you were made to socialise with. Faces screwed, and pearls clutched, most attendees would shuffle along — some skipping you completely — as you began to explain in depth about gruesome subjects that would make their eyes water.

Valentina Allegra de Fontaine watched you from afar, not to your knowledge, but she always did.

And she wasn’t impressed.

Once ridding a trio of politicians with some hard hitting trivia, you and Bob had made it to the long table displayed with hearty food for the buffet. You plucked cheese from the charcuterie board and grinned back at Bob who couldn’t bring himself to take food without permission.

His hands wrung, head swivelling to watch others around him. Self-conscious because, really, he didn’t belong mingling like this. He hadn’t said two words in the time you had pushed away five groups of strangers and it made him begrudgingly feel a little silly. But — again — you were you and it was becoming apparent that you balanced Bob Reynolds out. Where he lacked, you made up for.

Maybe there was a Variant of him and you that were the opposites of your personalities.

He would ask another time.

Head turned back to you when you offered a block of cheese in his face, Bob politely declined and you threw it into your mouth, satisfied and unaware of his own self-loathing.

“You look beautiful.” Bob blurted out. His own eyes wide as you stopped your chewing to stare through him and into his soul. He pulled at the collar of his shirt, “That is what I meant to say to you earlier.”

You took a hard swallow to rid your mouth of cheddar, “I think I like when you compliment me.”

Warmth spread across his chest like wildfire. A newfound sense of confidence as a lopsided smile graced his face in your confession. God, he wanted to fucking kiss you.

“Yeah?” He couldn’t believe his boldness.

“Look at this!” Alexei cut through any remainder of a conversation with his imposing voice. His tall stature loomed over you and Bob with a grin as wide to bare his teeth. Brows furrowed, you peered up to see a twig of green and white foliage hung above your heads. He feigned a gasp, “Mistletoe! Now—It’s Christmas rules. You must kiss.”

You dropped your gaze to Bob in a panic. The sudden softness shared between you replaced with perturbation. Hands reached for the branch and Alexei moved it higher above with ease. The sudden race of your heart could’ve been heard at the other end of New York when you felt heads turn to stare in anticipation. It could’ve been the worst outcome that you would be unable to explain to the team after enforcing rejection upon a silly tradition.

Bob felt the anxiety radiate off of you and he felt helpless. Gawping like a fish out of water, Bob couldn’t think of a solution to the problem. Alexei was determined in his bid for humiliation.

“Dad, you’re embarrassing them.” Yelena pointed out in defence from her comfortable position on a chaise lounge. Champagne dangling from her hand.

“Nonsense!” Alexei argued, “Do you fear kissing? Just a little peck.”

You shook your head with vigour, “No. We—I can’t do that, Alexei. Can you please take the Mistletoe away from us?” Alexei frowned, not understanding your point as he hovered it above Bucky Barnes, who was close in proximity to you. Bob’s eyes almost popped out of his skull as you called in frustration, “No, Alexei! Take it away completely!”

Albeit a little befuddled by your sudden outburst, Alexei persisted and held the foliage above you and Bob again. Earning a groan from your throat as you pinched the bridge of your nose. You looked to the glass in your hand, immediate in your action as you poured it down the front of your dress.

“Hey!” Yelena shouted, “That does not count!”

You stared at the reddened stain that seeped into the woven fabric of your dress, tears prickled your waterline as you looked back up at Bob who went to reach out to comfort you. The room felt hot, your clothes tighter than when you had first wiggled into them. Hushed tones of alarm over your actions made your face warm from your neck to the very top of your head.

Throwing Alexei daggers, you turned on your heel, bottom lip wobbled as you shoved past Bucky who tried to halt your advances out of the door.

Bob was hot on your heel, and Bucky managed to grapple his forearm, “What the hell happened?”

“I—I don’t know.” Yeah, he did. “I’m just going to make sure she’s OK.”

Bucky nodded and let Bob go.

Foot wedged between the closing doors of the elevator, you followed the leg up to see Bob prying them open. He huffed as he stumbled in, dusting off fake dirt on his suit jacket to retract any attention away from your silly outburst. You wiped at your tears, chin tucked to your shoulder to try remain hidden in your vulnerability.

It was torturous. Everyday a reminder that flayed at your skin, that you caused the greatest loss of your life. And now? You had to live within the same Watchtower as him, aware that any wrong move would unravel your hard work. Any moment of weakness, and loneliness in the shape of a TVA beige jumpsuit and shock collar would be your punishment.

Valentina Allegra de Fontaine would make sure of it.

Bob pressed the button to close the doors, “Cleaners Cupboard?” Where it all began. He peered at you with a sympathetic look, his fingers twitched at his sides to soothe you by his touch.

“Sure.” You smiled meekly.

It took no time to reach the Cleaners Cupboard, Bob held the door open for you and gestured for you to walk in first as if you were entering The Ritz. He followed you in, door clicked shut and he pulled the toggle to illuminate the tiny shack of a room. Your face glowed under the light, tear stricken but a little humorous with the miniature trees that wobbled on your head.

Throwing his shyness overboard, Bob reached for your hand, gentle in his tracing of your wrist before settling his finger between yours.

“‘M sorry.” You mumbled like a scolded child.

It turned out that this Variant of Bob had a strike of confidence in your moment of weakness.

He shook his head, “You don’t have to apologise.” A squeeze to your hand and a drop of his head to meet your eyes, “It hurts you. I know it does.”

You remained silent.

Bob took a step closer — which you had thought would be impossible in such a tiny room.

“I know it hurts you, because, without witnessing what you have witnessed, it somehow hurts me,” He took your hand and placed it on his chest to feel the thrum of his heart, “Right here.”

Fingers flush against his warm chest, you watched your hand for a moment before returning Bob’s eye contact. You were exposed at the core of your emotions, hard exterior cracked as your own demons shone through.

Sobered by his sudden assertiveness, you let your jaw slacken, his judgement clearly clouded by his own harboured feelings. Yet, you found yourself still as Bob brought you to him. Bodies now flush, desperation clung in the air just to be able to touch each other in a tender moment.

“I want to kiss you.” Bob nudged your nose with his, his breath touched your lips as his eyelids grew heavy with the lust for a simple kiss. It was easy to slip into submission, throw caution to the wind and allow yourselves the indulgence of each other.

You leant into his touch, his thumb smoothed against your jawline. A wicked form of torture as the TVA would have you pruned from existence the moment their screens flickered from the kiss. It was the hardest motion you had made — moving away from Bob — your forehead pressed to his shoulder with a groan muffled.

“We can’t.” You pulled back and Bob tracked your face, eyes occasionally dropping to the plump of your lips. You continued, “I can’t go through umpteen loopholes with the TVA again. In fact, I don’t think even Mobius would be able to salvage my reputation.”

“Mobius?” Bob queried and you waved him off. Long story, he guessed.

“If there was a way, Bob, I’d have kissed you the moment I met you. Trust me. My impulsive control is award-winning.” Your shoulders deflated, defeated by your own imprisonment, “If there was a way we could kiss and not have our lips touch, that would be the solution to all of our problems.”

Bob leant back on the heels of his feet, his fingers thread between yours as he mulled over your throw away comment.

If a lightbulb could’ve blinked above his head, it would have.

He straightened his posture with urgency, his hand left yours as he turned on his heel to search through the cluttered shelves. You watched over his shoulder, his frantic rummaging made your expression drop to medium concern. Bob was mumbling to himself before he drew out a long rod of Saran Wrap; gleeful in his findings.

You stood still on the spot as he turned back to you, desperately ripping at the relentlessly fiddly plastic, chucking the roll onto the floor and presenting you with the shortened Saran Wrap as if it were a precious reward.

“Wow. Nice.” You blinked and Bob rolled his eyes playfully.

“Think about it. If—if there was a way that we could kiss where our lips don’t touch.” He pulled at either end of the plastic wrap, “It’s a loophole. I found a loophole for us.” He smiled, suddenly feeling insecure, “That’s if you—if you would like to kiss.”

You shot Bob an incredulous look, “Are you kidding me?”

Oh no. Bob felt his pride falter. He had misread your signals. You snatched the cut Saran Wrap from his grasp, immediate in your action to pull it taught against your lips before yanking Bob in by the neck. He yelped from your sheer force, his hands flying out to the side as you planted a hefty kiss against his lips — a thin loopholed barricade between you — whilst your arms wrapped around his neck to hold him as tight as possible.

Wide-eyed, Bob whimpered out, his brain short-circuiting after computing that you were kissing. You and Bob. As it was written in the stars for every version of you two out in the universe. His stiffened body relaxed, a satisfied, low hum elicited from the back of his throat as he melted into your touch. Your index finger came to twirl the locks of hair at the nape of his neck, goosebumps rose on his arms before he let his hands guide themselves to your waist.

It was everything you had been anticipating. The ache of longing foretold in every arrest, punch to the gut from a TVA guard, and nights spent in a cell awaiting your trial. Headaches from research trying to find Bob Reynolds without his own Variant soulmate, where you could slip into his life without ever pressuring him to fall deeply for you. If adoring Bob from afar was meant for your lifetime within the Sacred Timeline; then you’d spend everyday relishing in his presence.

This, however? Was so much more.

You pulled back, the sudden creep of anxiety began to creep its fingers over your shoulder. Bob followed your lips, his eyes closed as he almost cried out to you to never stop kissing him. Perhaps, you began to panic, Bob hadn’t found a miraculous loophole and you waited to hear the all too familiar noise of the TVA storming the Watchtower.

Ear perked as you peeled the wrap from your mouth, Bob plucked it from your fingers and placed it to his mouth, the plastic moulded to his lips as he pressed them against the corners of your mouth. You could’ve been distracted if it weren’t for the burning fear that you had made a grave mistake. Then, as if miracles existed, there was no sudden rush from TVA guards. You remained against Bob, your hearts joint in quickened pace, relief drowned your senses.

Bob had found a loophole.

“You have,” Bob kissed you, “No idea,” Another plastic wrapped kiss, “How badly, I’ve wanted to do this.”

You grinned into his lips, “I think you’re showing me now.”

Bob hummed, one last kiss to savour you in the Cleaners Cupboard before he pulled back and peeled the Saran Wrap off of his lips. Hair slightly wild from your grabs, you both shared a laugh at the absurdity of your situation, your hands smoothing the tufts of hair back into place. It was ridiculously unreasonable, but the pair of you would celebrate your wins.

There was an invisible string attached to the pair of you after all.

Bob scratched at his brow, “I—Uh—Can I give you my Secret Santa present?"

“Bob.” You were monotonous in your tone, “The hint is in the name. Secret. But, OK. You funnily enough, were my Secret Santa, too. I left your present downstairs and I don’t fancy going back in my wine stained dress to fetch it.”

“Later.” Bob waved it off, “Just. . . Wait here. I think you’ll like it.”

You nodded and hastily, Bob pulled the plastic film across his lips to press a chaste one to yours before he exited the Cleaners Cupboard to retrieve your Not-So-Secret Santa gift whilst running on a high from kissing you in the very cupboard he found out that you were essentially soulmates until the end of time.

Arms folded, you leant your head back in disbelief. If it was acceptable, you may have let out a scream of gratification.

Immediately distracted, your eyes dropped to the warm orange glow that slid from the bottom of the door you hid behind. Brows pinched, you smiled in curiosity; awaiting Bob on the other side with his gift in hand.

“Bob?” You called, “What the hell did you get me?”

Bob returned to the Cleaners Cupboard, peering from behind the largest Monstera plant he could find in all of New York City. An ode to a reference that earned him the knowledge of your cold shoulder two weeks prior. He had played over the joke he would tell you when he handed it over, tinsel wrapped around the stem of it.

With minor struggle, Bob twisted the doorknob to the cupboard, “Alright. Here you go—” The emptiness of the room made Bob stop at the threshold. Eyes drifted down, he caught a glimpse of the headband you had worn with the two Christmas trees glued to it.

Bob felt nauseous.

Carelessly, he dropped the Monstera plant, the terracotta pot smashed upon impact. He replaced it in his grasp with the headband you had adorned just a few moments prior. When you two were kissing. Loophole kissing — he was so sure of it. Bob turned to look outward into the hallway and then back into the cupboard where he felt his heart clamp down in an iron vice.

The realisation hit and he called out your name softly.

[youryanderedaddy]

Tw: manipulation, jealousy, hinted kidnapping/captivity

I know we all love a bad boy, a power-hungry CEO or just a crazed asshole, but what about the good guys? There is something about a good man who abandons all his principles for you, and because of you…

He’s always been good, stable, balanced.

He has a nice cushy job in an office, with a comfortable salary that allows him to live a relatively pleasant lifestyle, he lacks nothing. He comes from a good family, he keeps contact with them and brings his mom a fresh newspaper on the weekend - sends money to his younger sister for her birthday. Helps his sweet older neighbor carry her groceries on his way from work. Stops on red light. Rinse and repeat, and he’s good to you - at least initially.

It starts small - so small and insignificant you have no reason to ask questions.

“Did you get a new haircut, baby? You look stunning.” Gavin smiles as he sneaks behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, inhaling your sweet perfume with a subtle kiss down your neck. “And just before your first day, too. If I was a jealous man, I’d think you’re trying to impress your new coworkers.” He turns you around playfully, pushing you into kitchen board with one steady hand.

You giggle then, kissing him softly - then firmly, with your whole body. It sounds funny, harmless, flirty; it gets you hot and bothered. Then it builds up.

“I must be the most patient boyfriend in the world - having to share such a treasure with the outside world.” he murmurs to himself, stroking your naked shoulder. You’re lying down across his lap, blissfully melting against his form somewhere between dreaming and awake. He’s stroking your hair gently, massaging your sore muscles. “Lucky bastards, getting to see you in that tight little pencil skirt. Fuck, maybe I am a bit jealous.” You can feel his grin against your hot skin, and you simply purr in response to his jab.

“There’s no one else, baby.” you yawn, sinking further into the pillow. “Now stop talking and come snuggle.”

And then it starts to unravel little by little. It’s always little jokes here and there, prodding gently, always smiling, always just “raising concerns” - being a good boyfriend, being considerate of your safety, of your happiness, of the level of professionalism being maintained at your workplace. Your skirt is now too short - is it even appropriate to wear it outside? You text your coworkers too often - they are really asking too much of you, reminding you of work during your off hours.

You smile too much, too brightly, you brush hands with the waiter too invitingly - it can be dangerous to be so outwardly friendly towards strangers, he tells you. You never know what’s going on in other people, in other men’s heads, so why not try to be a bit more reserved? To save some affection for him and him only?

And before you know it, you’re in too deep to speak up.

“They are sending you to Haramley?” Gavin snarls, lips pursed into a tight thin line. Lately he seems to be on edge - stiff shoulders and restless brown eyes fixed on you as if indefinitely, huffing and puffing and sulking when things don’t go his way. He’s not smiling anymore, he’s not being playful - that much you can tell from this furrowed brows and his hands crossed together. And when he reaches from your hand, he’s no longer holding, but squeezing. Possessing.

“Just for three days.” You hush to explain, biting your lower lip. You don’t remember the last time you two had a conversation not turn into a scandal, followed by concerningly hot, yet frustrating make-up sex. “And it’s only two hours away. C’mon, Gav, think about it-

“Don’t Gav me.” he cuts you off, pulling you in closer. You can feel his eyes tremble as they move up and down your body, little flames of anger dancing in the once clear irises. You try to pull your hand away as you have done many times in the past, but now he simply doesn’t move, doesn’t even budge. “We talked about this already. You said you’d quit your job and stay home for a while. And now you want to leave me for half a week and go off to the mountains with who knows who?”

His free fist is clenched, he’s wired up like a peacock ready to attack, proud and full of himself. You want to bite back, but decide to be rational about this, too tired of fighting. Worn-down.

“Don’t be like this. You know this job is important to me-“

“More important than me?” Your boyfriend interrupts you again, his grip on your wrist tightening ever so slightly. “Just be honest, who exactly are you fucking, huh?” His eyes darken. “Must be Tyler. He’s always sending you those stupid little jokes.” He shakes you like the wind. “Does he make you laugh, hm? Or is Josh, that fucking meathead from Accounting? Is it all of them at once, or do they take turns-

You twist your arm out of his grasp, and you palm lands on his cheek with a loud smack that echoes through the ceiling. His face turns hot - his words fall flat, mouth agape as you storm off to your room and lock yourself in for the night.

In the morning you can’t find the keys to your car. When you finally catch a glimpse of them (somehow they are back in your purse), you don’t feel like going anymore. You call your boss and make another excuse as to why you can’t be there. At this point he’s hardly surprised.

And then they never see you again.

[andavs]

I’m just going to vent about the Eddie and Chris storyline real quick:

So the show’s kind of treating it as if Eddie was a neglectful parent and his parents had to take his son away until he could prove he could be a father. But to make that happen they’re writing Chris as if he’s an oblivious seven year old who just wanted to be with his dad all along and didn’t understand why he was gone??

The whole reason they're in Texas is because Chris took off and iced Eddie out for months, and we still don’t know why he stayed away! Or why he let his dad completely uproot his life to follow him when he apparently wasn't having that great a time anyway. Eddie told him he was giving up his job and their home to buy a house and move to Texas, and Chris presumably said, “Yeah, cool, see you when you get here.”

Chris is old enough to know that’s a huge deal!

So does he genuinely like living in Texas? Does he want to be close to his grandparents, and his dad being there now is the cherry on top of his ideal life? Is he avoiding their house in LA because of Kim? Did he just not know how to admit that he wanted to come home and now it’s all snowballed so much that he doesn’t know how to bring it up? 

Like where is he at right now? Why don’t we know what’s going on in his head? Why is the fact that he hates chess the only thing he’s said for himself?

The way they’ve written this storyline, I don’t think a single line of dialogue would have to change if he were still seven because he barely got a say in anything. It was all handled between the adults and he was just along for the ride.

I know it was a different showrunner, and Maddie and Chimney were gone so they had more time to fill, but we got to see so much of what Harry went through after he was kidnapped in 5a. We got to see the messy emotions and the confusion and internal conflicts about who to be mad at and who to blame. And we got to see it through Harry's eyes and in his own words, not Athena’s. 

Gavin's availability is different, yeah, but I feel like we could've gotten a scene or two of him alone or with his grandparents where we see what he’s actually feeling about everything. If there’s friction, then show the friction. Show him backing down because he doesn’t want to upset them, or show him wanting to call his dad to leave but he can’t quite do it. Show whatever his grandparents said to him to make him believe his dad—who’s always loved him and made sure Chris knew that—suddenly doesn’t want to be his dad anymore?? In just a few months??

Like…I know Chris is fourteen, and the responsibility for all of this lands on Eddie as the adult and the parent. But he’s been reading cues from Chris that he doesn’t want his dad there. And Chris didn’t decide to come home, Eddie had to uproot his entire life to go get him. So why won’t they show us what’s going on in Chris’ head? Is he going to learn anything through this experience, or does this whole saga only exist for Eddie to relearn everything he already knew before Kim showed up?

And for fuck’s sake, even if Tim absolutely cannot bring himself to acknowledge the existence of Kim, at least acknowledge Shannon!

Since they started s7 with Chris talking about how much it hurt that she left them, I was hoping they’d bring that back and he’d say something like he didn’t know how to admit he wanted to come home—just like his mom. Really lean into that very obvious parallel that’s just sitting there. Have Eddie explain more of what happened back then so Chris can understand that she didn’t leave because she didn’t love him, because he still loves his dad even though he needed space, but because she had her own messy emotional shit going on just like he does. And maybe Eddie could realize that too through talking to Chris about it.

Maybe they could have a conversation about how neither of them handled the situation very well, and they need to always be talking to each other because they’re a team and they always have been. Talking openly has always been one of their strengths. Because this wasn’t just Eddie’s actions driving this storyline, Chris was half of it. Chris is a main character and should be getting some development out of this too, but right now he’s more like a trophy Eddie wins back through completing tasks than a full character with thoughts and feelings of his own.

Anyway, I’m annoyed that this has dragged on for a year and has only managed to superficially fix problems that didn’t exist before this long-ass storyline started.

Yeah, I know they could address any of this before the season's over, but it's been a fucking year. Look alive, Tim!

[goonssquadd]

Some photos from the ace attorney cosplay meet up at LA Anime Expo this year!!

I’m the trucy with the slightly lighter blue cape and the Klavier gavin is @oingomyboingos . If anyone knows if the other cosplayers have a tumblr please let me know!!

Edit: gumshoe has been located!! He’s @revanentsblog please go check him out such a cool guy!

Edit 2: for some reason I didn’t know my beloved mutual @fishm0ther was Kay so here’s my official statement to go give her a follow!

[merethessc]

i'm fucking insane.

Ramblings under the cut

I absolutely adore that gen5 comic made Edgeworth a pegasus, becAUSE it’s a bit too obvious and boring to make him an unicorn, and to be fair, we rarely see pompous pegasus. Also thinking about how Manfred probably despised any showing of one’s ponies abilities (flight or magic of any sort) without any “proper” reason and thaaaat’s why Miles doesn’t really fly. 

And to save the status quo, Larry is a unicorn. I like to think that his cutie mark is the most confusing one because it’s so common it basically gives you NOTHING to work with, even though he’s pretty talented when it comes to arts and crafts. I always struggle coming up with cutie marks tbh

wEEeEEELL you've got the opportunityyyyyyyyy in this veeeryy communityyy he's klavier he's kristoph we're the world's famous gavin brotheeers traveling lawyerponies nonpareil  i  was dying drawing Gavins. 

Trucy being an earth pony magician makes me just so happy, g4 did have both unicorns and earths being magicianssss. Plus it helps with the whole “wait…… Phoenix had a daughter??” thing. 

Imagine if this Fulbright got accidentally reformed just because he started liking his prey for real? Now that would be funny-

Kurain village is somehow related to Mistmane’s village here, i don’t make the rules friendos ((i do actually)). I don’t think Dahlia is very well versed in magic here, so her noticeable relation to the Feys is the arched horn all unicorns from Mistmane’s village had. 

Athena definitely destroyed part of the courthouse.

The world needs more mlp aus"

The world, in fact, did not need more MLP aus

If you think about it, Trucy and Trixie are pretty much the same - random mom that just appears and never gets mentioned again and magician dad that just dips and leaves his daughter behind. also, consider this: blue. Yeah, that's my argument.

[upon-a-starry-night]

There's this idea in my head that's causing real brain rot. So that one time, when Connor and Hank are on the rooftop, and he almost kills Hank? Can I request something like that, but with an f! reader? Maybe f! reader is on the deviant's side, and Amanda has already taken over, as a result, fight ensues. Major hurt/comfort. You choose how this ends. Thank you in advance 😭

Connor Rk800 x Gender Neutral Reader!

DBH Masterlist Main Masterlist

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, angst, minor violence

A/n: I always thought Connor should’ve had another chance to become deviant at this rooftop scene so this is the perfect opportunity to write it! I hope you enjoy!

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The night air is cold as you step out onto the roof, a distant alarm blaring as it fights to be heard against the harsh wind. 

You flinch and pull your coat tighter, watching your breath fog out in front of you, snow scattering in every direction. It’s a night you’d rather be spending in the warmth of your home, curled up with a good book and good company. Unfortunately, your good company chose to go bad cop on you and now you’re out here trying to get him back.

You can already feel your fingers growing numb and you regret not bringing gloves up here with you. As if life being a detective wasn’t hard enough.

You squint at the light illuminating from the giant Android billboard and instead focus your gaze on the figure near the edge of the roof. It’s the last place you want to see him right now. On this roof- on the wrong side of history. Making a mistake you know he’ll regret.

It’s all you can do to hope you’ll be able to convince him to come back. 

You don’t know what happened. One day he’s kind and funny and even a little flirty and the next he’s cold and calculating. Had he just been pretending the whole time? Did he tell you all those sweet things just to eliminate you as a threat to his mission? 

Whatever the reason, even if he was faking it with you you weren’t faking it with him. Over the past few months, you’ve formed a genuine connection with Connor. A connection you thought was more than just partners working on the same case. 

You think back to all those late nights Connor stayed up with you as you wrote your reports, cracking jokes so the police precinct felt a little less cold and dim. The time he helped you move your furniture after your previous apartment almost got broken into. The little moments where he’d walk you to your car no matter the time, or go out of his way to pick you up a coffee.

That couldn’t have been fake, right? Nobody went through that much effort just to make sure you were friends. It was because of the way he treated you and cared for you that you found yourself in love with him in the first place.

You sucked in a sharp breath and shook that thought from your head. You’d only just realized it last night. You’d planned to tell him today but something about him was different, he didn’t look at you the same way, though his body still lingered near yours. Then you’d gotten the call this evening about where he was headed and you knew you had to stop him.

The Connor you knew wouldn’t do this. But maybe the Connor you knew wasn’t real…

“You don’t want to do this Connor” He doesn’t even flinch at your voice. He probably heard you from the second you got there and was just waiting for you to say something. 

Perhaps that was a sign? Your Connor was always polite with you.

“You shouldn’t be here, Detective.” His voice bites at you with more coldness than the night air and it makes your heart sting. It’s a tone you’ve only ever heard him use with suspects or Gavin. Even when you first met and he seemed devoid of emotion his voice was warm, friendly. What happened?

Was it something you had done? Something you said that gave away your feelings about him? He was built to read body language and pick up on subtle clues after all. Had he known even before you? Was he disgusted by you? That a human like you could fall so easily for an Android?

He shifts the position of his gun, getting a better shot on Marcus and you take another step forward, if you could just reach him then maybe-

“You won’t stop me from accomplishing my mission.” Him and his stupid mission. It’s all he ever used to talk about before he started being open with you. You thought you’d become more important than his mission. Guess not.

“What mission Connor? What? You think you shoot this guy and it’s all over? The whole rebellion falls down? Is that it?” You scoff, shoving your hands into your coat pockets to try and garner some warmth. “You shoot Marcus, someone else will just take his place. Do you really want to spend your life hunting down Androids until you’re the only one left with a soul?”

He doesn't speak but you see the way he squeezes the gun tighter, your words clearly having an internal impact. 

“Come home Connor,” You say it out of instinct, your home had become a shared space with Connor, a place he knew you’d always welcome him into. “We can find a good movie and-”

“And what? Huh? Sit there and pretend like we could be anything other than a human and a machine?” His words cut deep, slicing your heart open and revealing all the ugly fears that had been festering in your brain. The urge to throw up fills your stomach but you push the feeling down.

What Connor thought you could or couldn’t be didn’t matter right now. Even if it hurt, you had to make sure you stopped him no matter what.

He places his finger on the trigger and you know you have to resort to the last thing you wanted to do. The last thing you thought you’d ever do to Connor. You pull out your gun and aim it at his back. Emotions well up in your throat as tears threaten to break free

“Get away from the ledge” You wish he couldn’t hear how your voice trembles but you know he does. You don’t know if you have the gall to shoot him and he knows that. Still, he stands up and turns around to face you anyway.

It’s the worst sight in the world- the image of him in front of the barrel of your gun. His eyes are cold and unrecognizable, and you take note of the fact that he doesn’t drop his gun. A strong breeze roars through and you shiver, watching the wind ruffle his hair.

The same hair he used to let you brush your fingers through as you spent hours talking on your couch. His head in your lap, his eyes closed, his LED spinning blue, and a content smile on his face. You remember wanting to take a picture of how cute he looked then, just like a happy puppy. 

Oh, how things change. 

Your hand shakes as you hold the gun, maybe from the cold, maybe from the anguish, probably from both. 

“Go home detective. It’s not my mission to kill you but this is none of your business” You nearly flinch at the word ‘kill’ but manage to hold your resolve. You couldn’t show weakness in front of this version of Connor.

You scoff, “None of my business? You call you killing an innocent man none of my business?”

“It’s not a man. It’s a machine-”

“He has a family! He has people who care about him and depend on him! He has a partner and friends! Like you and I were-”

“We weren’t anything but coworkers Detective. If you thought we were more, you were mistaken.” He cuts you off with the words you feared to hear more than anything. Words he promised you he’d never say when he told you “I’ll always be here for you detective” with that stupid sunny smile of his.

Wiping a tear with your shoulder, you shake your head as you try to get a read on him.

”you don’t mean that”

“I think I do” He tilts his head, in a way you always found cute but now just find menacing. 

“I can’t let you kill that man Connor” You tighten your hold on your gun and he narrows his eyes, sizing up whether or not he thinks you’ll shoot before going to put his gun down.

Your body relaxes slightly only to be met with the full force of his gun being thrown at you. You try to block it but it crashes into your arm, causing you to hiss out in pain. In the next second Connor is coming at you, disarming your gun and throwing it across the roof. 

You try to throw a punch but he swiftly blocks it, grabbing hold of your shoulder and throwing you to the ground. The impact is harsh and the cold only makes it worse. You can already feel the nasty bruise it’s going to leave but you don’t allow yourself time to dwell on it.

Grabbing a metal grate from nearby you launch it at Connor and use it as a moment of distraction, rushing towards your gun near the ledge of the roof with Connor hot on your heels.

Connor sweeps your legs from under you as you’re inches from the gun, sending you crashing to the ground in a fall that stings your palms. At least it helped that your hands were practically numb from the cold. 

Army crawling as hurriedly as you can, you manage to swipe your gun as it teeters precariously off the edge of the roof. In a motion that sends pain through your injured shoulder, you manage to flip onto your back and point your gun at Connor just as he stands directly over you. 

For a brief second, you can’t help but think that Connor was taking it easy on you, but then he smirks like an asshole and your flame of hope dies out

“You really gonna shoot me, detective?” The cocky disbelief in his eyes is the most emotion you’ve seen from him all day and in a moment of weakness, you hesitate because you’ve seen that look when Gavin throws his fits about Androids or when the other detectives think they can do his job better than him. Cocky was an emotion Connor didn’t often show but it always made you laugh.

He takes advantage of your moment of hesitation, twisting your gun from your hands and throwing it off the roof. It lands with a solid ‘clack’ in the snow below. You try to sweep his feet but he blocks your legs with his arm, grabbing them and pushing them to the ground. He reaches down and grabs you by the collar of your sweater, angling you so that you're dangling over a fall that would definitely kill and for the first time, you truly feel scared of Connor.

You struggle in his grip to no avail, eventually giving up as you stare into his eyes for what might be the last time. You feel tired and angry and heartbroken and you don’t have the energy to fight him anymore. You let the wind rage around you as you hold out your arms, daring him to drop you.

“Moment of truth Connor…what are you gonna do?” You struggle to catch your breath as his LED violently flashes red. “You gonna kill me for trying to be a good friend?” You wait for anything to happen, for him to throw you off the roof or respond but all he does is stand there staring blankly. His LED goes crazy, flashing from red to blue to yellow and back again, like he’s having some sort of internal struggle. 

His grip on you seems to loosen a bit and you inhale sharply “C-Connor” You cry out desperately and he gasps, his grip tightening as he pulls you into his body and clings tightly to you. He takes a few steps back from the roof, forcing your body to move with his as he brings you both back to safety.

His arms wrap around you in a tight embrace and you’re unsure what to feel until you hear his pained voice

“I’m sorry.” It’s more raw than you’ve ever heard it before and soon enough tears are streaming down your face as your arms reciprocate his hold. His hands clench tighter to your jacket at the sound of your sobs. “I’m so sorry i-” His voice breaks off and his chest starts shaking and you look up to see tears streaming down his face.

You’d never seen him cry before, you didn’t even know he was capable of it- and from the looks of it neither did he.

“A-amanda- she took control and I couldn’t-” His eyes refuse to focus on you, staring at the swirling snow behind you, so you release one arm to cup his face and bring his gaze down to yours. “I tried to kill you” He looks absolutely heartbroken at what he’s done and he quickly begins to scan you for injuries. His hands coming up to cup your jaw and tilt your face this way and that.

You manage a smile through your tears as you realize you have your Connor back. Relishing the gentle way he holds your face and the concern that never leaves his eyes as he looks over you. 

“No harm no foul” You attempt a joke and Connor’s lips quirk up for the briefest moment before his gaze zeros in on your shoulder and he frowns

“I hurt you” You pursed your lips, unable to deny that fact but not wanting to ruin the moment. Reaching up, you wipe the tears from his cheeks with a gentle hand, watching as he leans into your touch.

“It’ll heal.” You tell him instead, just happy to be bruised and safe rather than dead. “What happened back there?” He looks like he wants to say more about your injury but after reading the look in your eyes he drops it.

“ I broke free. I was stuck in this frozen garden for so long. I couldn’t control my own body or words but then I heard your voice and I had to save you” You lay your head on his chest once more, feeling the steady flow of Thirium pumping through his body, the cold long forgotten from your mind.

He rests his chin upon your head, pulling you into a hug once again. 

“You’re more important to me than any mission.” His voice trembles and it takes everything in you not to start crying again “I didn’t mean any of it- those awful things I said, I didn’t mean any of them… I Love you, Detective”

Your gaze snaps to Connors, a wide smile and a light blue blush dusting his cheeks. Those three words- three words ten minutes ago you were sure you’d never heard from him. You had to make sure you hadn’t misheard him 

“What?” your heart pounded in your chest

“I said I love you, detective” This was really happening. Connor loved you back. You couldn’t help the tears that fell at the genuine emotion in his voice.

“I love you too, Connor” A delighted laugh escapes you as you pull him in for a kiss, soft cold lips meeting yours. Sure this wasn’t your ideal confession but with Connor, nothing ever went as planned, and that was perfectly fine with you “Now let’s go home, it’s freezing up here”

-

A/n: peep me watching the roof scene over and over to get this right (and also just to admire Connor) ~ Starry

[louferrignojrofficial]

the thing I’m stuck on about Eddie is choosing to kill off Bobby for shock value is an odd choice to make knowing that one of your other mains is exiting at the end of the season. like if Peter and Angela are the two main draws for the show, buddie is probably third—how do you keep momentum going without two of those three things? but no one ever accused tm of being rational so who knows.

i’m gonna have to respectfully disagree here, buddie is… not the third main draw in for the show. ryan is second last in the credits only before gavin. oliver is billed third for a reason, we even have jennifer love hewitt in this show and the relationships between all the characters are important in what makes people tune in. and more than anyone else in the cast, it’s the emergencies and the firefighting and police part that makes people tune in. i hate using this term, but that is indeed what a majority of the general audience are looking to see.

so i think it’s more likely an online fandom thing that clings on to buddie as they watch the show, and most of this is not even contributing to the overall viewership.

anyways, i do think killing off bobby was insane but still will leave pathways to a lot more interesting storylines and possibilities to come. ryan leaving too in some capacity, whether he’s turned down to recurring or gone completely, who knows, could open up a place for anirudh to become a main. again, we’ll have to see, but it does seem very very possible.

i think tim minear is certifiable and has made crazy decisions this season that have nothing to do with ships that make me side eye him and go ‘wtf?!’ this death being one of them.

with a majority of the main cast still there including angela, i think that this show has a chance of running more for a season past 9. maybe more. idk. but i think that viewership will change but if the network decided killing bobby was the right decision, i assume they know what they are risking.

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RECENT UPDATES ON THE BAD INTERNET CALIFORNIA BILLS:

Sadly, both AB1949 and SB976 passed and are now on their way to the governors desk.

We need him to veto them so they dont become Law.

If you havent Heard of the danger of those bills for the Internet , this post explain it thoroughly :

- Post doing a deep explanation on those bills here

I CANNOT emphasize enough how these would have a global effect on the Internet given that most websites and apps originates from California and not all of them could afford either following those bills or moving states.

Now, as the bills are on their way to the governor, we need Californian citizens to voice their oppositions to those bills to the Governor Gavin Newsome HERE

(Non California peeps, we are urging you to share this as well!!! )

Please keep in mind that calling with phone is much,much more efficient.

You can also send faxes with Faxzero

Here are scripts you can use as arguments : (text/alt version below the read more )

Than you for reading. Even if youre not from California, please spread the word anyway ! Make posts,tweets,etc

REBLOGS ENCOURAGED

TEXT VERSION :

AB 1949

Hello, my name is (INSERT NAME HERE) and I'm one of the Senator's constituents from (INSERT CITY HERE). I'm calling to urge the Senator to vote NO on AB 1949, the amendment to the California Consumer Privacy Act of 2020. While this bill's intent is to prevent the sharing and sale of minor's information under the age of 18, the method it would intend to do so by is written far too broadly for it to be safely and reasonably implemented.

While this bill retains a safer standard of the business requiring actual knowledge of a consumer being under the age of 18 to be held liable for the sharing or sale of personal information, its wording is still too broad to exclude a default usage of age verification by online businesses in order to protect themselves from liability. Taking measures such as age verification, age assurance, or other data collection and analysis to determine the age of users. Even though measures like this have been proven to be vulnerable to data breaches no matter how secure they proclaim to be. Such as this year's largest discovered breach of AU10TIX, which supplies age verification to companies like TikTok, X, Uber, LinkedIn, Paypal, and many others.

As it stands, this bill is far too broad in its wording and enforcement of its age-specific measures to be considered a safe piece of legislation. Which is why I urge the Senator to vote in opposition to this measure.

Vote NO on AB 1949.

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SB 976

Hello, my name is (INSERT NAME HERE) and I'm one of the Assembly member's constituents from (INSERT CITY HERE). I'm calling to urge the Assembly member to vote NO on SB 976, the Protecting Our Kids from Social Media Addiction Act. Although this bill has intent to protect the mental and emotional health of California's youth, the method this bill would intend to use could be counterproductive to that goal, or even endanger them further.

One of this bill's primary measures includes requiring verifiable parental consent to allow websites to display “addictive” feeds to minor users. However, the ways “verify” the identity and age of a responsible parent are often invasive and dangerous. Especially since these methods have proven repeatedly to be vulnerable to data breaches that can leak sensitive information to bad actors. Such as this year's largest discovered breach of AU10TIX, which supplies age verification to companies like TikTok, X, Uber, LinkedIn, Paypal, and many others. To determine if this is necessary at all would also require collecting even more data on minors and non-minors alike to determine who would even require these measures to be set in place. Especially when it would have control over someone's access to a website or application based on the time of day, as this bill would require in order to “reasonably determine” the user is not a minor.

The vagueness of this bill's text at all is dangerous as well. The broad-spectrum definition it gives of “addictive internet-based service or application” could cause an unintended censorship effect where minors and adults alike could be blocked from accessing information purely because some part of a website or application uses a “feed” which could arguably fit the bill's definition of “addictive”

With all of this in mind, I urge the Assembly member to vote in opposition of this measure to protect the privacy and safety of California's minors and adults alike.

Vote NO on SB 976.