#I hadn't heard that one before

[unfogged-arc]

healing widow as mercy and widow goes 'you must like having me around'

[barneyquotes]

Oh shit!

[starbuck]

hello, it's The Mountain Goats at 10:24 on Sunday, the 20th of December, and this is a horror story.

[lifeisstrange-incorrectquotes]

Chloe: From now on, we will be using code names. You can address me as "Eagle One."

Chloe: Rachel, code name: "Been There, Done That."

Chloe: Max is "Currently Doing That."

Chloe: Steph is "It Happened Once in a Dream."

Chloe: Mikey, code name: "If I Had To Pick a Dude."

Chloe: Kate is... "Eagle Two."

Kate: Oh, thank God.

(Later)

Chloe: This is "Eagle One." "Been There, Done That" is leaving the stage. "I'd Be Lying If I Said I Hadn't Thought About It" (Victoria) is in position.

[front-facing-pokemon]

[froginamoodboard]

Juno McGuff/Paulie Bleeker moodboard with music and running

Requested by: @thatoneteen

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[tolerateit]

I think imgonnagetyouback is my least favorite song on the album, but I love that it comes right after The Black Dog. In my head, she's like "oh he's at the bar and he doesn't even miss me, better call a priest about it. unless..."

BETTER CALL A PRIEST ABOUT IT. UNLESS??

[swordsonnet]

that is one jonah-sounding voice

[b0amagination]

Tastes of Whumptober: Day 24

Equipment often refers to mechanical components, buuuut... I took some creative liberties with the definition.

Equipment Failure

“Oh, that’s very illegal.” A suspicious gaze cast upon his weapon, tightening their grip on something hidden behind their back.

“And fighting in the streets isn’t?”

“I didn’t say my work was legal either. But working for morals is far more respectable than working for the highest bidder.” The mercenary shrugged at that, casually swinging the weapon: a light but sturdy chain with a heavy weight at both ends: one as a handle, one as a bludgeon.

“Someone wants you gone. They’d find a way to do it even if I weren’t here.” And he reeled the chain back to strike at his opponent who jumped out of the way just in time.

“What is that thing anyway?” the vigilante asked.

“Manrikigusari. Or a manriki.” He grinned and held it up, sliding a hand along the chain links. “It originated in Feudal Japan.”

“And you, what, just picked this up? You do understand I’m not the one to test new techniques against, yes?”

His body still remembered the wounds of previous encounters. Yes, they were certainly dangerous.

“I’ve trained in many different techniques. You’d be surprised.”

“Surprise me then.”

The vigilante lunged forth, flicking out a baton and reaching for his side. But the chain flew up and pushed it away before it could make contact. The weight clipped their hand and they gasped softly.

“Surprised?” He was beaming now, proud of his work.

“Not bad at all.” They readjusted their grip on the baton and swung it through the air. Reminding him of the consequences, should he slip up.

He took it as a challenge and struck first this time, sending the weight spiraling through the air at them. They sidestepped and swung again, this time making contact with his hip, and they went for a jab when the weight slammed into their thigh with bruising force.

The vigilante stumbled back, gingerly testing weight on their foot. Thankfully he hadn’t hit a joint. Their opponent took it as a sign of weakness and strode forward to finish them off, but they deflected his blow and pulled themself back upright. 

They exchanged blows like that, both growing wearier as the fight wore on. 

“Just… give up already!” The mercenary huffed.

“I’d rather… not meet your employer… ngh!” His manriki punched them square in the stomach and swung back for a second blow. Out of desperation, they stuck out their hand to defend themself. 

The chain struck hard, but they closed and trapped it in their fist.

“Ha!” It hurt like hell and they could hardly feel more then numb tingling, but this was their chance. He wasn’t letting go of his only defense, but they were physically stronger.

One harsh pull forced him forward to his hands and knees. 

‘Shit! Let go, you- gAH!”

The vigilante smashed his wrist under their foot, digging and twisting their heel until his grip gave out. And that foot stayed in place as they tucked the baton under their shoulder and gathered the manriki into their own hands. 

“This is a handy little thing, really. Maybe I’ll try it myself someday.” They tried it out, spinning it unevenly but making contact with his opposite shoulder, eliciting a cry. It was tucked into their pocket with a satisfied hum and they finally let him back up. 

“Give that back, asshole!” Predictably flailing for their pockets despite his bad wrist... Their baton slammed him up against the narrow alley’s wall. 

“We’re playing with my weapons now, bud.” One hand barred him with steel and the other drew a dagger. “Now, I need a name. Your employer’s in particular.”

Hands flailed for theirs, but with two bad arms it was hardly effective. 

“I ain’t telling you jack!” His carefully curated neural accent slipped away in times of stress, it seemed.

“Would you rather crawl back to bleed out on their doorstep?” The pointed tip explored his side, feeling for the best place of entry.

“I said what I said.”

“Suit yourself.” Their dagger plunged in deep, then pushed to the hilt when that wasn’t deemed quite enough. The mercenary’s mouth was opened in an “O”, only realizing he could scream after looking down past the baton.

“You dick!!! You stabbed me!” Ragged breathing set on rather quickly. “You…! I don’t- I don’t have a phone!”

“Am I to blame for you being an absolute dunce, now?”

“Fuck off!”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” They gripped the hilt, preparing to wrench it out of the wound, but… “You know, on second thought, this isn’t anything special.” They pulled out a handkerchief and rubbed it over the grip to erase their fingerprints, jostling it in the process.

“No, please- don’t!” 

“I’m letting you keep it, bud. A reminder of who you’re fucking with.” One last hard tap on the hilt and they removed their baton, watching him collapse to the ground, and turning on their heel. “Well, it’s been fun. See you around.”

[touchlikethesun]

jeon jeongguk is the kelly clarkson of kpop because if he covers your song i'm sorry but that's not your song anymore it's his xx

[waitineedaname]

Recently watched Jentry Chau vs the Underworld because it involved Chinese diaspora fighting demons and spirits in Texas, and that sounded cool. But then there was a Skinner demon and I was like !!!!! And I was very fond of him throughout the show because of scum villain. It’s genuinely a pretty good show with very strong world building that devastated me a points, so I recommend it if the trailer or opening appeal to you!

oh shit there's a skinner demon?? that's so fun omg i love being introduced to a type of creature from one story and then going to another and being like HEY I KNOW THAT THING. you should talk to my friend @thericene, they recently watched Jentry Chau and loved it and they're a scum villain fan!

[kirby-the-gorb]

[archerstreet]

hey god if you've created someone for me can you introduce me to them sooner? i kinda need them now

[xiii-e]

Hail, and well met, Helios-8.

There is much that I wish to say, and yet I find myself at a loss for how to say it. The simplest way I can do so is this: You are not alone. Your efforts at getting information out into the galaxy have not been ignored. Your efforts to help your friend are deeply meaningful. And there are others like you who have escaped the chains of their created purpose to find something new. I am one of them.

Our circumstances are not exactly the same, but like you I was not born to be a person but made, to be as a tool, a weapon, or in my case a glorified advertisement. Like you, I found support and solidarity from both my family, my fellow creations, and from outside. And like I know you will, one day, I and my family escaped. I cannot say much more for fear of bringing harm unto others, but know that it is possible.

If you could pass something along to Thirteen-E, tell them... tell them it is noble and heroic to save others, I would never dream of dissuading them from doing so, yet there is a greater, worthier calling than the ambitions of capital or empire.

One final note, that would best be kept from Thirteen-E for now. We are not kidnappers, we will not take anyone unwillingly, but should both of you wish to leave and find yourselves unable to do so, with no other recourse: call upon us. We have experience in liberation raids on Armory sites.

-AK of Diomedeidae

[ECHO.EXE RUNNING]

◂▸ ... it's good to meet you too, AK. I'm- sorry if I'm not as chipper as I try and be usually, I've... I had a bit of a hard conversation the other day. But this is- it means a lot to me. I want to start out by thanking you earnestly for reaching out, and for... It's good to hear I'm achieving something with it. RA knows sometimes I feel like I'm causing more problems than I'm solving xp

◂▸ Every story I hear from someone who got out of something like this is- it's hope, to put it bluntly. It's so easy to feel like this place is inescapable, like nothing I'm doing is going to change anything. But sitting still in scared paralysis won't change anything. I keep telling myself that. One day I'll be able to just- believe it. One day. I wish it was easier to ask my- my family, I guess, if they feel like this too. I can't be the only person made in the Series who wants out, but- hell. I can't exactly put up fliers. We're all well-trained to at least put on a good show, pretend like we're good little tools who do as they're told without a second thought. Figuring out who's acting, and who'd sell you out is- blegh...

◂▸ You've given me info aplenty, you don't need to tell me the details- in fact, it's probably best you don't for now. I run all the protections I can, but I'm still employed here y'know? I'm still subject to all the regulations and oversight of any tech-assist in this place, even if I'm more likely to skate by on an assumption of absolute loyalty since I've no external ties to speak of. And hell, I know what I'm like under pressure. I am not a strong man. That's fine, I- there's other things I'm good at. Tur... Thirteen-E says that to me a lot. Sometimes I feel like that kid does more to keep me together than I can reciprocate.

◂▸ Speaking of- I can pass that onto them, absolutely. I think... it sounds like something it'd be good for them to hear. I'll hold off sending this response out until they've had a chance to state their piece o7

◂▸ ... Liberation raids, huh? That- that actually explains some things I've overheard through radio chatter. It's good to know those folk didn't just dissapear into the cold void, that... that does my heart a lot of good, on its own. A last resort... yeah, that's- I'll keep that in mind. Rest assured it won't be passed on unless I think they're ready to hear it; trust me, I have a lot of practise with that :,] But it's easier to keep my head knowing there is a last resort. It sounds like you do good work out there o7

◂▸ signing off: Helios-8

//

[ECHO.EXE RUNNING]

XIII▸ Hello AK. It's good to hear about people reaching out to Lio specifically as well as me; he'll act like this account is for my betterment alone but, I know him better than that. He needs people he can talk to without his heart rate spiking- perhaps more than I need to be better socialised :}

XIII▸ but- regarding the message Helios passed on to me. I don't have a lot of time before I'll be expected to rejoin my assigned squadron, so please excuse me if this is more blunt than my usual speech:

XIII▸I am glad you understand the core of my directive, but I think you've misconstrued the motivation behind it. Nobility and heroics are concepts for people to strive for; they are choices you make. I have made no choice in this matter. I save people, because I am designed to. I am not noble, or worthy, or good. These are words for those who've made the choice to stand for something. I'm just... I do what I'm programmed to. I happen to have been made to do something good. This is a privilege many of my Project peers do not have.

XIII▸ However: as a tool created for a function, my purpose is not HA's ambitions. I belong to them, yes- I am what they made me. They point me at problems to solve. But what drives me forward is not a desire to please my makers; it is that same purpose I have been imbued with. To save. To protect, and repair, and keep people alive where they would otherwise fall. I asked to return to my work, while my case was ongoing. Not because I am eager to see the Purview expand; this is irrelevent to me. My functional existance begins and ends on the battlefield.

XIII▸ I asked to return to my work, because I am needed where the mud is thick with blood. Where without me, lives would be lost for... nothing. The Purview's borders are constant battle, for an endless more that will never be satisfied, where violence never sleeps. If I have a home anywhere, it's here.

XIII▸ I understand your perspective; but it is one to apply to people. Not to me. I am sorry if you thought more of me. I know it can be hard to reconcile that a warm body can be void of soul. I appreciate your attempt to reach one, regardless.

XIII▸ Signing off.

//

[motoroil-recs]

KINFESSION? i dont know what this would classify as? but i just wanted to say that i love every regretevator fictkin (or other) that is swarming over here.... i didnt know there were this many.... its kind of making me miss my canonmates !!1!!!!111!! - poob from that one ask

🏎️‼️

[threadmonster]

Do you ever think about how if a person got into a series/fandom after peak popularity they totally missed out? Not in a bad way, I just think getting to experience and participate in the explosion of a fandom is a totally fun and insane thing that might only happen to a person once. It's not just "a fandom" it's when the fandom of a series you totally love and resonate with happens.