#I am cosmos number 1 fan

[holographic-mars]

Cosmo,,

[raine-st0rm]

Happy Friday the 13th to this family and this family only

(anti-wanda's shirt is purposely spelled idot instead of idiot)

[whitesilverandmercury]

ff7 / chronology project

nzivvo timeline theories / part 1 & part 2 sleepezi comprehensive compilation deep dive

hello i am a slut for chronology projects and timelines, this is nothing compared to the comprehensive greek myth family tree project i’ve been neglecting building 

timeline key / HUGE shoutout to the editors of the ff7 fandom wiki and their timeline(s), massively helpful -- backbone of this chronology version is a cross-reference between dated events in before crisis and crisis core: reunion

dates / ff7 compilation records 12-month calendar years in the format [era] - εγλ [year number] with calendar time measured in two-millennia eras; the years of which count upwards and end at 2000, at which point the following year begins the next era at 0001 -- for example, Zack is born [ μ ] - εγλ 1984, and Angeal dies [ ν ] - εγλ 0001

eras [ μ ] and [ ν ] = loosely, [ μ ] is the 2,000-year era preceding the Wutai War -- Jenova crash lands on Gaia at the start of this era and Zack, Aerith, and Cloud are all born at the end of this era; [ ν ] is the era in which most of playable ff7 compilation takes place, beginning shortly after the Wutai War

εγλ = for whatever reason part of the dating system, preceding the era year when writing the date; some fan theories interpret it as an abbreviation meaning “that which tells of this era of Gaia,” similar to the Christian “in the year of our Lord,” by analyzing the Greek letters that are used and suggesting that: ε could stand for εποχή (epoch, age, era), γ for Γαῖα (Gaia), λ for λέγω (verb, to tell a story) 

FF7 TIMELINE / ongoing; as organized for fic (a)chronology of now

(going to eventually link little headcanon vignettes to various events along the timeline!)

canon = plain  headcanon = italics

[ μ ] - εγλ 2000 (Wutai War ongoing) 

january 

Zack promoted to Second Class 

february

Aerith turns 15

late spring

Cloud leaves Nibelheim for Shinra recruitment in Midgar, fails basic screening for early SOLDIER program enrollment and is instead enlisted into the infantry (Public Security Division)

note / it’s a real struggle to pin down exactly what time of year Cloud leaves Nibelheim for Midgar, so after cross referencing a bunch of material, entries, timelines, canon events, etc. i’ve made the tweak here to shift it back a year from canon, ex. i find it hard to believe Cloud is assigned guard duty for a scientist carrying massive classified SOLDIER intel (before crisis: June [ ν ] - γ 0001) potentially only weeks after joining Shinra

august 

Cloud turns 14

september

Zack turns 16

note / idk, this astrology feels good in the fan theories re: his birthday in September or October

Angeal, assisted by Zack, delivers a presentation on the SOLDIER program for new infantry upon completion of boot camp

fic vignette / Cloud is in awe of Zack Fair at the SOLDIER recruitment presentation 

october

Rumors spinning about First Class SOLDIER Genesis deserting in Wutai, along with large numbers of Second and Third Class SOLDIERs

Hollander absconds with classified Science Division information 

november

Zack dispatched to Wutai / Fort Tamblin with Angeal, stepping up to fill Genesis’ absence, where Angeal abandons Zack and Shinra to join Genesis

december

Zack accompanies Tseng to Banora Village to investigate Genesis’ disappearance, where they encounter both Angeal and Genesis

Banora Village is destroyed in an aerial raid by Shinra, wiping out and covering up Genesis’ base and operations

Rufus Shinra becomes Vice President, then goes on long-term business trip

[ ν ] - γ 0001

february 

Wutai War ends, and Avalanche forms in Cosmo Canyon

Aerith turns 16

Mako production does not return to prewar levels, instead intensifying in some ways

Avalanche attempts to detonate Reactor 8 and assassinate President Shinra, but they are stopped by Sephiroth and the Turks 

march

Public-facing information released saying First Class SOLDIERs Angeal and Genesis were killed in action

april

Zack promoted to First Class; Zack and Sephiroth defend Midgar from Genesis and his army, then head to find Angeal (and Hollander) at Mako Reactor 5

Zack and Aerith meet when Zack falls through the Sector 5 church roof, having been knocked down by Angeal from Mako Reactor 5; their meeting is interrupted when Zack is called back to the Shinra Building, where Genesis Copies are after Hojo

may

Shinra is getting a bit desperate with building SOLDIER ranks, and begin kidnapping to recruit 

june

fic vignette / the first time Zack calls Aerith “Sunshine”

Cloud is assigned to a squad escorting Professor Rayleigh, a scientist transporting classified data on the SOLDIER program, as are the Turks; they’re jumped by Fuhito’s Avalanche, and the data is inevitably stolen

note / because of Cloud’s involvement with this event, as well as his surprising performance therein, and Shinra’s anxieties over building SOLDIER ranks, his SOLDIER application is pulled from the pool / bumped to the top for review

july

fic vignette / Zack and Aerith at Evergreen Park

Cloud is notified his eligibility for SOLDIER has been reconsidered and 6-month preliminary evaluations will commence immediately

notes / imagined SOLDIER program: details here

august

fic vignette / Zack and Aerith’s first kiss

Cloud turns 15

beginning / september 

Zack and Cloud meet on the Modeoheim mission, overseen by Tseng; they discover Genesis Copies, Genesis, and Hollander; Angeal arrives on scene, intervening; Genesis falls into the Lifestream and Zack kills Angeal, inheriting the Buster Sword; Hollander is detained and taken to Junon

fic vignette / Zack asks Cloud if he wants to be friends 

Zack gives himself a mourning scar

Tseng tasks himself with ensuring Zack and Cloud work together as much as possible 

mid / september

Cloud and Aerith meet when Zack sends him to deliver some things to her

Zack turns 17

november

Zack mentoring Cloud during his SOLDIER preliminary evaluations

fic vignette / Zack and Cloud and marksman practice 

[ ν ] - γ 0002

january

Shinra State of the Company event

fic vignette / the trio hooks up for the first time, part two

mid / january

Zack deployed with Tseng to a protest at ammunition factory not far from Rocket Town, Cloud and Dockitt accompany

Tseng returns to Midgar for emergency meeting; Turks send an operative to Icicle Lodge to support Second Class SOLDIERs Essai and Sebastian, finding Fuhito’s Avalanche base

Zack and Cloud are sent straight from outpost to Icicle Lodge, to help locate the missing SOLDIERs; Zack and Turk discover Fuhito’s experiments, including Essai and Sebastian, who are beyond saving and die in Zack’s arms; before the base detonates, Zack fights and kills Kyneugh, one of Fuhito’s Ravens 

end / january

Cloud starts SOLDIER preconditioning phase I (weekly mako test injections) 

february

Veld (Director of the Turks) is fired and replaced by Heidegger (Director of Public Safety), who sends the military instead of Turks when Avalanche attacks Junon

Aerith turns 17

Shinra holds a philanthropic gala to save face / rally support following the Avalanche attack on Junon 

march

Cloud starts SOLDIER preconditioning phase II early (biweekly mako infusion) due to Shinra’s anxieties over SOLDIER ranks 

april

Cloud discharged from SOLDIER program after second infusion causes reactive toxicity; behind the scenes, Tseng ensures he is not cast off to the streets or Science Department

june

Lazard deserts Shinra, expecting a whistleblower on his embezzling support for Hollander’s essentially anti-Shinra research 

Zack sent on mandatory vacation, which is interrupted by Genesis copies; Zack sent to Junon from Costa del Sol, Cloud sent to Junon from Midgar, as Junon is under attack by Genesis copies helping Hollander escape; Sephiroth dismisses Zack from the fray, sends him home to protect Aerith from mounting monster attacks in Midgar

july

Lazard and Hollander are reported as killed in action

Genesis’ army begins to attack mako reactors around the world

note / this means more frequent and/or more intensive assignments for Zack and Cloud, but not always together; meanwhile, Fuhito and Elfe’s Avalanche is getting more and more pushy in their strategies 

august 

Fuhito and Elfe’s Avalanche try to kidnap Aerith before Shinra can get ahold of her again; a passing Turk protects her

Cloud turns 16

early / september

Zack and Aerith build a flower cart

mid / september

Zack turns 18

Sharp spike in monster sightings / attacks in Nibelheim area

end / september

Cloud accompanies Sephiroth and Zack to investigate the Nibel Reactor, during which Sephiroth discovers the makonoids, Jenova, etc. 

october

Nibelheim incident: Sephiroth razes Nibelheim to the ground, Tifa is mortally wounded, Zack incapacitated, Sephiroth stabs Cloud and Cloud throws him into the open Lifestream reactor channels 

Hojo takes custody of Zack and Cloud, Zangan saves Tifa

this timeline / chronology is ongoing and will be updated occasionally. 

[charizardstolemynickname]

EPISODE 20 PEOPLE!!

I wrote down notes again so I didn't miss anything and it was 2 pages, in my smallest handwriting so- THIS WILL BE A LONG POST

I will split them up into their respective scenes

Collector + Belos opening scene:

I completely forgot about the door building for a minute not going to lie, love to see it again though

EATING PALISMAN?! HE EATS THEM!? Did we know this?? I remember the DESTROYING, NOT EATING

"I can't wait to get out of this prison", now Mx Collector cosmos shadow guy, what does that mean

Speaking of the Collector, the whole time he has been so, kidlike, I wonder why, I hope we find out

Amity's parents + the kids scene:

WOAH! What does that threat mean Mrs. Blight, what deal do you have with your husband, and why does "The kids to play a more active role in Blight Industries" MEAN and why is it a threat!?

We love Mr Blight here, shoutout to Amity's dad

CATs meeting scene:

"This is just a trick to get me to wear clothes" WELL ITS NOT WORKING!" Hooty I love you, so much

"You might be a titan but you are still a little guy" THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING EDA, King is just a baby!!!

"What? Only a few people would get eaten, even then, just the small ones!" DARIUS, my icon, my inspiration, love you

EDA HAS TO JOIN A COVEN?!! NOOOO, SHE IS FAMOUS FOR BEING A WILD WITCH!

..An egg? Okay well the following explanation makes sense, for a minute I thought her literal palisman would be an egg, however I am too impatient to wait for it to hatch WHAT IS IT

"But as exciting as saving the world sounds, its not nearly as romantic as going on a rescue mission to save your girlfriend" BROO, Eda you are so right, Eda is the real number 1 fan of Lumity

WHY IS THIS IMPLYING ONE OF YOU 3 (Luz, Eda + King) IS GOING TO DIE?! I'm with King, STOP THIS TALK, IT IS NOT GOODBYE

My found family loving heart sobbed at that frame of them 3 hugging with the view

HELL YEAH! CATs! Poor Darius, he is suffering

Luz on her mission:

DARIUS INSISTED ON A SECURITY ESCORT!?! AWWW, I knew he cared!

WILLOW AND GUS?!?! YEAHHHHHH

HUNTER?!?!?! Darius really wanted the best security for Luz if he went with the like, Ex Golden Guard

He definitely begged Willow and Gus to come with, I can see it

...I'll be honest I am still not 100% sure what a Grimwalker is, I assume it has something to do with death and control and Belos, but I don't know

THE BLUSH!!! I love Lumity so much, my little children

"We can shout as loud as we want but money always shouts louder" I DIDN'T EXPECT SUCH A HARDHITTING LINE, Well said Emira!

"she'd probably say something dorky but also sweet" Amity the simp, confirmed (/lh)

"AND I'M NOT LETTING THE WORLD END BEFORE WE GO ON A REAL DATE" ....they are so gay, I adore them, it hurts

WHAT SORT OF PETNAME IS SWEET POTATO! Wtf Luz (/lh)

AHHHHHHHHHH (excited scribbles) THEY KISSED!!!!

"Oh Crikey!" LUZ!?!?

"I can't believe I just did that" "I can't believe I just said that! Oh Crikey!" I'm in hysterics over this, jesus christ

Eda + CATs on the ship:

Eda and Raine banter, the immediate "Jealous I'm going to be a better coven leader?" from Eda to lighten the mood is 10/10

EDA IS GETTING A REAL SIGIL!? NOT A ILLUSIONIST ONE?! NOOOOO

"Isn't it cool we get one last adventure together?" EDA THIS IS WHAT I'M SAYING, THIS SOUNDS LIKE GOODBYE

Back to Luz & co adventure to talk to Amity's parents:

The King and Collector connection is fascinating to me, clearly the Titans have some sort of connection to whatever the Collector is

Amity's dad needs therapy, love him WOAH KING IS GIVING HIM THERAPY?! damn.

"I'm going to spend more time with my kids, get to know them" AHHHH I am an Amity Dad fan, if he has 1 fan its me, if he has 0 fans, I'm dead

HOMOPHOBIC AMITY MUM?!?! Oh, no, not homophobic just against Luz, well, you win some you lose some

BELOS KNOWS?! AND HAS EYES ON EDA!? I swear if Raine actually is a double spy and IS being controlled by the plant coven lady or something I will go insane

"Was it the power of believing in myself?" "No! It was the power of science! But you almost had it sweetie" AHHHH LOVE HIM

AMITY'S MUM KNEW?! SHE KNEW WHAT THE DAY OF UNITY WAS?! Bro, you aren't going to be treated well, YOU ARE GOING TO DIE YOU DELUSIONAL PRICK

Woah, Luz what was that yellow power thing?!? WHAT WAS THAT!?

NOOO!!! HUNTER, this is definitely kidnapping, in every sense considering Hunter is a kid

Mr Blight being just a fan of his jetpack until he realises what it means, I love him, I adore him so fucking much

Question, what coven is Amity's Mum from, I thought it was abomination too but the ghost thing and the talking into gem thing made me realise she probably isn't, and I have forgot what she is in

"You're always welcome in our home" AWWW SUPPORTIVE DAD!!! I am a sucker for supportive parents

WOAH NO! Hunter, its lovely to see you, as always BUT WHAT HAPPENED!?

WAIT LUZ DIDN'T GET TO HEAR SUPPORTIVE DAD COMMENT! NOOOOOO

God damn it Luz, always 1 step ahead, poor Hunter is so lost

AND THAT CONCLUDES, Episode 20 reaction. Finished. I am pleasantly surprised at this episode, it had so much packed into it and I even missed things out as it would have been too long

I have so many questions and cannot wait to have (most of them hopefully?) answered next episode

[loudestcloud]

I am bored once again so I have compiled a complete straw hat fact list. This list will be very helpful for if you write fan fictions and get stuck because you can't find a super small detail n it's all from the SBS. Edit: I had no idea that Tumblr has a post length limit before this so to try and visually brake up my extra facts at the bottom, I've colored some of them blue to stand out but not hurt your eyes. *JINBIE NOW IN REBLOG*

Name: Monkey D. "Straw Hat" Luffy

Occupation: Captain

Birthday: May 5 (Children's Day)

Age: 17 pre - 19 post

Height: 172 cm (5'7¾") pre - 174 cm (5'8½") post

DF: Gomu Gomu no Mi

Blood Type: F

Bounty: 30,000,000 • 100,000,000 • 300,000,000 • 400,000,000 • 500,000,000 • 1,500,000,000

Birthplace: East Blue (Foosha Village)

Real world country: Brazil

Real world job: Firefighter

Hobbies: Adventures & Banquets

Numbers: 01 & 56 (5=Go - 6=Mu)

Color: Red

Smell: Meat

Crew-Family alignment: Fourth son

Sleep schedule: Whenever he feels for around 5 hours (+ naps)

Bath schedule: Once a week

Favorite Seasons: Summer & Winter (Sun is fun but so is snow)

Can cook: Raw meat on a plate

Favorite food: All meat

Least Favorite food: A particular places cherry pie (No reason)

Ice-cruncher: Yes

Likes Ice cream: Yes

Crew 50 meters race placement: 3rd

Animal: Monkey

Flower: Cosmos & Sunflower

Name: Roronoa "Pirate Hunter" Zoro

Occupations: Swordsman, Crew Combatant & First Mate

Birthday: November 11

Age: 19 pre - 21 post

Height: 178 cm (5'10") pre - 181 cm (5'11¼") post

Birthplace: East Blue

Real world country: Japan

Real world job: Police officer

Hobbies: Training & drinking alcohol

Blood Type: XF

Bounty: 60,000,000 • 120,000,000 • 320,000,000

Numbers: 02

Color: Green

Smell: Steel

Crew-Family alignment: First son

Sleep schedule: 4:00am - 7:00 (+ naps)

Bath schedule: Once a week

Favorite Seasons: Autumn (good for exercise)

Can cook: Sashimi

Favorite food: White rice, sea beast meat, stuff that goes with sake

Least favorite food: Chocolate (Too sweet)

Ice-cruncher: No

Like ice cream: No

Crew 50 meters race placement: 5th (runs off track a lot)

Animal: Shark & Tiger

Flower: Thistle & Wisteria

Name: "Cat Burglar" Nami

Occupation: Navigator

Birthday: July 3

Age: 18 pre - 20 post

Height: 169 cm (5'6½") pre - 170 cm (5'7") post

Birthplace: East Blue

Real world country: Sweden

Real world job: Childcare worker

Hobbies: Cartography & Meteorology

Blood Type: X

Bounty: 16,000,000 • 66,000,000

Numbers: 03 & 73 (7=Na - 3=Mi)

Color: Orange

Smell: Oranges & Money

Crew-Family alignment: Daughter

Sleep schedule: 11:00 pm - 7:00 am

Bath schedule: Everyday

Favorite seasons: Summer & Sping

Can cook: Roasted duck with Orange sauce (Really well but you have to pay)

Favorite food: Oranges & all fruit

Least favorite food: Orangette (If she wants fruit, she'll eat regular fruit)

Ice-cruncher: No

Likes ice cream: No

Crew 50 meters race placement: 7th

Animal: Cat

Flower: Sunflower

Name: "God" Usopp

Occupation: Sniper

Birthday: April 1st (April Fool's Day)

Age: 17 pre - 19 post

Height: 174 cm (5'8½") - pre 176 cm (5'9¼") post

Birthplace: East Blue

Real world country: Africa

Real world job: Graphic designer

Hobbies: Fishing & Crafting

Blood Type: S

Bounty: 30,000,000 • 200,000,000

Numbers: 04

Color: Yellow

Smell: Gunpower

Crew-Family alignment: Third son

Sleep schedule: 1:00am - 8:00am

Bath schedule: Once every 3 days

Favorite season: Summer & Autumn (Best for developing weapons & fishing)

Can cook: Fish & chips (Really well)

Favorite food: Pike from autumn islands, fish of the season

Least favorite food: Mushrooms (he got sick once)

Ice-cruncher: Yes

Likes ice cream: Yes

Crew 50 meters race placement: 6th

Animal: Armadillo & Chameleon

Flower: Daisy

Name: "Black Leg" Sanji

Occupation: Cook

Birthday: March 2nd

Age: 19 pre - 21 post

Height: 177 cm (5'9¾") pre - 180 cm (5'11") post

Birthplace: North blue

Real world country: France

Real world job: Beauty salon worker

Hobbies: Cooking

Blood Type: S (RH-)

Bounty: 77,000,000 • 177,000,000 (Only Alive) • 330,000,000

Numbers: 05, 32 (3 = San 2 = ji) & 59 (5=Ko - 9=kku / cook)

Color: Blue

Smell: Cigarettes & Seafood

Crew-Family alignment: Second son (Punk)

Sleep schedule: 12:00 am - 5:00 am

Bath schedule: Everyday

Favorite Seasons: "Any seasons with Nami and Robin" (In Usopp's opinion, this is an idiotic reply)

Can cook: Y e s (His best dish is Seafood)

Favorite food: Spicy seafood pasta & stuff that goes with black tea

Least favorite food: Konjac (It has no nutritional value)

Ice-cruncher: N o

Likes ice cream: No

Crew 50 meters race placement: 2nd

Animal: Duck & Bighorn sheep

Flower: Delphinium

Name: Dr. Tony Tony "Cotton Candy Lover" Chopper

Occupation: Doctor

Birthday: December 24th (In Japan, both December 24th and 25th are known as Christmas.)

Age: 15 pre - 17 post

Height: 90cm (2'11½") (hybrid form)

DF: Hito Hiro no mi

Birthplace: Grand line (Drum Island)

Real world country: Canada

Real world job: Elementary school teacher.

Hobbies: Herbology

Blood Type: X

Bounty: 50 • 100

Numbers: 06 & 110 (1=Hi - 10=To / human)

Color: Pink

Smell: N/A as chopper was the one providing us with the crews sents "How should I know?"

Crew-Family alignment: Youngest son

Sleep schedule: 9:00 pm - 7:00 am

Bath schedule: Once every 3 days

Favorite seasons: Winter (but spring is nice too.)

Can cook: No but can make mixed juice

Favorite food: Cotton candy, chocolate & sweet stuff in general

Least favorite food: Anything spicy (not sweet enough)

Ice-cruncher: Yes

Likes ice cream: Yes

Crew 50 meters race placement: 4th (Using Walk point)

Animal: Reindeer... & red panda

Flower: Tulip

Name: Nico "Devil Child" "Light of the Revolution" Robin

Occupation: Archeologist

Birthday: February 6th

Age: 28 pre - 30 post

Height: 188 cm (6'2")

DF: Hana Hana no Mi

Birthplace: West Blue

Real world country: Russia

Real world job: Cabin attendant

Hobbies: Reading and Studying

Blood Type: S

Bounty: 79,000,000 • 80,000,000 • 130,000,000

Numbers: 07, 26 (2=Ni - 6=Ro), & 87 (8=Ha - 7=Na / flower).

Color: Violet

Smell: Flowers

Crew-Family alignment: Mother

Sleep schedule: 11:00 pm - 6:00 am

Bath schedule: Everyday

Favorite season: Autumn & spring (Good for reading & relaxing)

Can cook: Paella (Really well)

Favorite food: Sandwich, Cakes that aren't too sweet & stuff that gose with coffee

Least favorite food: Chewing gum (Can't swallow it)

Ice-cruncher: Yes

Likes ice cream: Yes

Crew 50 meters race placement: 8th

Animal: Crane & Falcon

Flower: Lilium casa blanca

Name: "Iron Man" / "Cyborg" Franky

Occupation: Shipwright

Birthday: March 9th

Age: 34 pre - 36 post

Height: 225 cm (7'4½") pre - 240 cm (7'10½") post

Birthplace: South blue

Real world country: USA

Real world job: Pilot

Hobbies: Woodcrafts & welding

Blood Type: XF

Bounty: 44,000,000 • 94,000,000

Numbers: 08

Color: light blue

Smell: Cola

Crew-Family alignment: Dad (Thug) Edit: He has now been moved to Grandma (it's a strange choice but it's what it is now so)

Sleep schedule: 1:00am - 9:00 am

Bath schedule: Once every 3 days

Favorite season: Spring & Summer

Can cook: Barbecue

Favorite food: Hamburgers, french fries & stuff that gose with cola

Least favorite food: Marshmallows ( not hard enough)

Ice-cruncher: No

Likes ice cream: No

Crew 50 meters race placement: 9th (he's too heavy to run fast)

Animal: Bucking Bull

Flower: Anemone

Name: "Soul king" Brook

Occupation: Musician

Birthday: April 3rd

Age: 88 pre - 90 post

Age at death: 38

Height: 266 cm (8'8¾") pre - 277 cm (9'1") post

DF: Yomi Yomi no mi

Birthplace: West blue

Real world country: Austria

Real world job: Detective

Hobbies: Playing music & drinking tea

Blood Type: X

Bounty: 33,000,000 • 83,000,000

Numbers: 09 & 48 (4=Yo - 3=Mi / revive)

Color: Black & white

Smell: Tea

Crew-Family alignment: Grandfather

Sleep schedule: 12:00 am - 5:00 am

Bath schedule: Once a week

Favorite season: Spring & Fall

Can cook: Chrrasco

Favorite food: Curry

Least favorite food: Lemons (No cheeks to make sour face)

Ice-cruncher: Yes

Likes ice cream: Yes

Crew 50 meters race placement: 1st (He is very light)

Animal: Horse / Giraffe Flower: Rose

Extra facts: ° 2 people watch over the ship at night for 2 hours each then shifts change. ° If all the crew had been given a Devil Fruits, Zoro would have the Uo Uo no Mi, Model: Seiryu, albeit "consumed" by one of his swords, Nami the Goro Goro no Mi, Usopp the Poke Poke no Mi, Sanji the the Sui Sui no Mi and Franky the the Buki Buki no Mi. ° Nami, Usopp, Robin and Sanji have all attempted to / left the crew before ° Nami and Robin do their own Laundry each day but the boys "have a huge cleaning extravaganza once a week [...] since they rarely change outfits anyway" ° Luffy, Usopp and Sanji claim to have never been sick, and thus do not know what it feels like. Usopp has been sick now However as he ate a bad mushroom in the Timeskip. ° Usopp, Sanji and Robin cut the crews hair when needed ° Luffy is the youngest of all 12 members from the Worst Generation. ° Usopp's nose is a little longer than Kaku's ° Most of the tall tales and lies Usopp has told have come true at some point during the Straw Hats' voyage. ° Skypiea has a theme park dedicated to Usopp called "Rubber Band Land". It has a drawn profile of him on the overhead sign and a statue featuring him as a muscular warrior, complete with a spear. ° Sanji smokes two brands of cigarettes, 'King Ground' and 'Death'. ° Sanji is the only Straw Hat shown so far to have biological siblings. Ironically, while Nami and Luffy adore their siblings, Sanji and his brothers actively despise each other. °Chopper hides a drawn picture of Dr. Hiriluk's pirate flag under his hat at all times. ° Robin has the same birthday as her mother, Nico Olivia. ° Robin can in fact feel what the limbs devil fruit touch. Meaning, yes she did feel the water 7 incident 👀 ° Franky has the same birthday as Shanks and Mihawk. ° Brook owns 3 different cups with his own personal Jolly Roger on, 2 tea cups, one mug. ° Brook's height and age before the timeskip, 8'8" and 88 years old, could be related to the usual number of keys on a piano, 88. ° Brook and Jinbe are the only two Straw Hats to have never ridden aboard the Going Merry. They are also the only 2 to have been captians of a crew before, not counting Usopp as his 'crew' was children and never actually had a ship. °Jinbe is the only current member of the Straw Hat Pirates who never lived in one of the Four Blues (Chopper lived and trained on Torino Kingdom of South Blue during the timeskip), is the first member to join the Straw Hat Pirates after the two-year timeskip and has the longest gap between being invited to the Straw Hat Pirates and officially joining, is the first member of the Straw Hat Pirates who was affiliated with the World Government, the tallest member at 301 cm (9'10½") and lastly, is the only member to not be featured in One Piece: Stampede or in Over The Top. While Jinbe does appear in Dreamin' On, he does not appear in any of the group shots of the crew.

[groovesnjams]

“Part of the Band” by The 1975

MG:

Recently, Missy Elliott offered up some free advice to artists working on their second album:

Your sophomore album be stressful but it’s the BEST ALBUM to EXPERIMENT on! Don’t be AFRAID! Becuz If u play safe you will be BOXED in & its hard to get out because your fans get used to that 1 sound.

If you’ll allow the anachronism here, I feel like what makes The 1975 so magnetic and exciting is that they heeded this advice before it was ever voiced. Though, I think, they heeded it because they were afraid. Fear, cut with enormous ego, is the elixir of their art and they figured that out on their second album. I won’t say ��unfortunately,” but they have not strayed from that elixir much, if at all, since. “Part of the Band,” delivers only very subtle deviations from the proven and enormously successful formula of a The 1975 era. Previously, the lead single would announce a totally new sound for Matty Healy to bounce his thoughts off -- like variously shaded blowers with the same set of numbered balls. Here, we get an extension of the Broken Social Scene inflected, autumnal leaning softness that closed out Notes on a Conditional Form. “Part of the Band” picks up almost exactly where “Guys” left off but the vulnerability of a refrain like “you guys are the best thing that happened to me” is zapped when the lens refocuses on everything outside of that relationship. Healy feels safe, accepted, treasured and brave in his position as bandleader, but subsumed in the greater cosmos of reality, he’s once again reduced to interloper, eavesdropper, judgmental chorus, amanuensis for a sick culture. “Part of the Band” reflects, once again, on Healy’s various insecurities: compulsive masturbation, drug use, pornography, his sexuality and his inability to define it, the loneliness inherent in the city.

I continue to appreciate the uninhibited way he plumbs these familiar depths, caught in the headlights of terror and letting his guts bleed all over the ground, unashamed to die a little bit after each rancid confession. The shift from wondering whether you can make art (The 1975′s debut) to knowing you can (I Like it When You Sleep) is impossible to repeat and the way Healy has settled in with himself, flaws forward, remains something of a comfort and inspiration. I am repulsed by lines like “I always used to bust in her hand” and “coming to her lookalikes” -- their bluntness and palpable shame feel like some unholy phlegm. But I also can’t stave off the weird twist of excitement I get when he reduces the whole of his psychic excavation to “calling his ego imagination.” I know what the trick is, I know he’s saying the worst thing someone can say so that no one else can, so that when they do say it anyway it can’t hurt him. Truthfully, I don’t think he’s confused his ego with imagination and it makes me sad that he still insists on carving himself up into the same little boxes, but this band is nothing if not a whimsical manifestation of deeply entrenched self-hatred.

That Jack Antonoff is on this song and that I can hear it is the perfect icing for such a complicated, depressing bite of cake. I both want and don’t want to hear Healy’s painful examinations and definitely do not want to hear them as softened and neutered by the real life equivalent of Toad. That I’m experiencing so much strife and existential crisis at the hands of “Part of the Band” is exactly what I’ve come to expect from The 1975.

DV:

Sharing in MG’s existential crisis a bit, but in my case it’s because “Part of the Band” sounds nothing like what I’ve come to expect from The 1975. Every lead single the Band has released until this point has been designed to sound like a slap in the face: “People”, “Give Yourself a Try” (I had forgotten this song existed, as I sometimes forget the album, their weakest, exists), “Love Me”, “The City”: these are songs that explode from the start, like Matty Healy writing another line about his semen. “Part of the Band” unfolds slowly, as a sophisticated embrace for Matty’s word vomit, teetering back and forth in the mix so the strings sometimes seem to swallow his vocal and sometimes give him the space to hang himself alone. It’s gentle and gentile: the buttons it pushes are solely lyrical, which is new territory for the band, unless you count “sounding like a fucking Antonoff production” as button pushing which - maybe it is, in its own way. But lyrically, we’ve a mixed bag here: “I was Rimbaud and he was Paul Verlaine“ is good but easy, “I like my men like I like my coffee” is easy but bad, and “I know some Vaccinista tote bag chic baristas” is much better than it has any right to be. The skronky bridge is a mistake, but it’s where the song was irrevocably leading. What else is in store - and will it make sense of what we have here? Every other lead single made this seem like an easier question to answer. For now, I’m mainly left wondering what “The 1975″ will sound like this time around: that’s the point where I’ll feel like I have a sense whether this is leading somewhere real.

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[tfw-no-tennis]

mtmte liveblog issue 28

catch me completely ignoring dark cybertron lmao

yeahhhh so I'm just gonna skip dark cybertron bc no thanks. I did read the tf wiki articles for the issues tho, which is more than I did in the past, so at least now I kinda know what happened, though I had to suffer thru reading about dark cybertron to learn stuff about it. yikes. reading ABOUT dark cybertron further enforced my decision to not actually read thru it

anyways. the best part of dark cybertron was when chromedome threw prowl off that cliff. that was baller lmfao

a 1 page recap of dark cybertron is about all I can handle. thank you

ooh, the 6 months later smash-cut, I fucking love itttt

nautica’s here!!!!!!!!!!! I'm so happy I love her. also brainstorm, and I love their friendship sm

hvbjdkhfbshdfj god I love them. they have such a fun dynamic 

everyone eavesdropping on a therapy session vhbhdjkhafbhkjsdf. hipaa laws mean nothing as usual 

the casual reveal of captain megatron, oh god 

the title fucking slaps, as usual. this is one of my favorites - ‘world, shut your mouth.’ great stuff, and a song title/reference to boot! and this being part 1: towards peace...chefs kiss

and then we flash back to 6 months earlier...yknow now that I'm rereading this, mtmte has a LOT of framing devices used - there's story-within-a-story, flashback/flash-forwards, storytelling with narration, etc...I love it

god hbvhjakdfbshjkdf rodimus saying ‘magic’ and then the little *magic = science rodimus doesn't understand HBGKJHSDBFKHJSDF my idiot boy ily

rodimus roasting prowl is my fav hbfjdkafshsbjkf ‘maybe the knights can help us find a cure for your personality’ ily sm

and then prowl agreeing w/rodimus a few panels later about megatron’s guilt...

optimus...don't you think that making yourself chief of justice is...maybe a bad idea...like, maybe there's a conflict of interests here...just a little bit of bias...a bit too much history, perhaps...

the fact that all the big roles in the trial were given to high-ranking autobots who were heavily involved in the war...I see that cybertrons justice system is as much of a farce as their medical ethics and patient confidentiality laws 

the ‘you BROKE the MATRIX’ panel is so good bjhkdhfbajskhdf

rodimus: LISTEN dad I just wanna resume my space cruise with my frat bro ship I have no interest in politics

psychiatrists HATE him! local former warlord refuses to recognize the validity of psychological analyzation of people’s actions

ravage casually breaking hipaa laws and chilling in megatron’s therapy session like >:3

I love rung...he’s so good at like, passive-aggressively cutting right to the heart of someone’s issues, and he’s so generally mild that you can’t even really get mad at him 

the sudden inclusion of megatron as a major character in mtmte is kinda jarring at first - mostly, for me at least, due in part because I didn't read dark cybertron so this is like, megatron’s introduction as a relevant character in general - but I feel like jro does a great job laying a lot of intrigue down from the very beginning w/his character - like, I already want to know more about what his whole deal is, even though we have, ostensibly, seen pretty much all of his story play out already 

rung name-dropping froid...i remember that made me lose my shit bc cmon. FROID....jesus christ

rung and megatron: holy shit! we’re suddenly being drawn in a 90s-esque sci-fi tron-looking retro-futuristic style!

interesting that megatron sought rung out, and not the other way around

RIPTIDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! my favorite sharkboy is HERE

CREWDITIONS...YES....

‘we’re not allowed to take anyone who might remind rodimus of prowl’ vhbhjdkshfbhaskfd brutal

I love nautica so so much. a perfect autistic scientist after my own heart

I adore that nautica brought chromia along for moral support

hgvbjdakhfbhsj and then swerve saying that rodimus hates ‘trisyllabic names’ and nautica is like....but....‘rodimus’.....

and then nightbeat busts in to get all bbc sherlock on they asses hgbfhjadkfbjaskdf

WHY was perceptor at the crewditions if he was already part of the crew lmao

ooof, and then we have megatron flipping out when chromedome, a mnemosurgeon, shows up

also damn the autobots were rlly like okay so we wanna speed this trial up so lets just like, probe megatrons brain, that seems completely ethical, especially when you consider the history of shadowplay and stuff that our previous government had

I know important stuff is happening but megatron is holding a CUBE and I love CUBES so I'm distracted by that. C U B E

and then right after a scene where we see chromedome willing to perform mnemosurgery again - despite rewind’s like, dying wish for him not to - we hear that he’s been locked up in his room rewatching rewinds goodbye message over and over again :( I'm fucking depressed

I love nightbeat, he’s so funny and kind of an asshole

and then you see more missing letters behind them next panel...clearly nightbeat is right and there’s a mystery afoot...OR somebody is fucking with the ship’s lettering as a prank, which is a plot point I would absolutely buy

yeahhhh skids is right, chromedome is clearly Not dealing 

the dramatic graffiti on megatrons door...I wanna know who spray-painted ‘die’ everywhere like they're reaper overwatch

oh god. whirl vs megatron

really cool red lighting tho

GOD its so brutal, all the stuff megatron said about how he told the cons not to kill whirl...and doesn't that end up being false anyways? so he was just saying it to dig at whirl, which is awful

also I'm never over the fact that literally everyone - including megatron and whirl - blames whirl for ‘turning megatron violent,’ as if the entire Point isn't that whirl was a tool for a corrupt system, and if it wasn't whirl it would've just been someone else, and megatron turning away from pacifism was inevitable given the circumstances, AND also a choice on his part, so he really only has himself to blame for his OWN ACTIONS

bye bye whirls right arm, see you in lost light 

‘people never stop changing’ that IS something I say all the time...damn you warlord grandpa! how can you steal my philosophies?!

ohhh man and then rewind’s goodbye message being different....oooh

AUGH the fact that whirl was basically trying to goad megatron into killing him, just like he did in issue 1 w/cyclonus...It Hurts Man

also I do love the hint at who he’s talking to w/whirl shooting megatron with the bow and arrow earlier, and we know that atomizer is a fan of those

ok, but here’s where my philosophy diverges - megatron talks about throwing away his past and starting new, but I think that you have to learn from and build on your past...either way, megatron’s arc is one that I enjoy greatly from a character writing standpoint, and I'm excited to get it underway, especially w/how controversial it is lmao

big ole double-page spread...I like how you can pick out individual characters in the background crowd, which is crazy cause that's a LOT of people. also how come cosmos is so HUGE

phewwww 4.6 billion cybertronians died in the war, that’s INSANE. that's like, an incomprehensibly huge number. is there an estimate for their current population? I bet its not a lot. no wonder jro leaned into reproductive themes so much in mtmte/ll - of course the continuation of your species would be a concern for many if your numbers have been that greatly reduced

optimus w/his fancy tyrest-lookin crown

oughdajbfsbdf and the fact that megatron ALSO murdered 100 BILLION non-cybertronians...bruh. I feel like they maybe should've dialed those numbers back a little to allow his ‘redemption arc’ to run a little smoother lmao. but also I admire the commitment either way

and then we end w/megatron doing captain stuff, and seeing The Coffin...and we never did see rodimus in any of the flash-forward parts of this issue, did we???? I love how concerning that is. where's my BOY

also of course we gotta remember the warning from way back at the beginning of mtmte: ‘don't open the coffin’....

and so begins mtmte s2! man I love s2. I love mtmte in general lmao. s2 takes on the impossible w/the whole ‘megatron redemption arc’ thing, and I know that’s like, a divisive plot point and stuff, but from a writing standpoint I enjoyed it a lot...I think it was pretty much as well done as it could've been given the enormity of the task, and I thought it was a really interesting direction for the story to go in 

also espec if it’s true that hasbro was like ‘hey jro put megatron in your story and give him a redemption arc’ rather than jro like, planning/asking to do it 

anyways. I doubt ill talk much abt the disc horse(tm) here bc this is just for fun and also my own personal opinions and whatever, but I for one am excited to reexperience this stuff 

so yeah s2 off to a strong start with some wild shit already happening! cant wait to read more!

[holographic-mars]

What episode does our sweet angel appear??? 🥺

THE DARLING BEAUTIFUL WONDERFUL BOY IS IN EPISODE 4!!!!!!!

[dust2dust34]

Our New Normal (Olicity, post-8x10, Explicit)

(read on AO3)

The glowing numbers disappeared as she slowly pushed the laptop shut.

Felicity took a deep breath and dropped her head on her crossed arms. Her glasses jabbed her in the nose. Scrunching up her face, she threw them away to land on the pillow she’d woken up on just a moment ago. The very nice pillow in the old Italian villa that she and Oliver had stayed at all those years ago. Except this wasn’t actually Italy. Not that Italy, at least. It had everything their Italy had on Earth 1. Or rather, Earth Prime. Whatever.

Chest tight, Felicity settled on her arms again and closed her eyes.

They immediately flipped back open and latched onto the half-closed laptop.

She could still see the ghostly glimmers of Smoak Technologies’ numbers running across the screen that had just been on an announcement in the Gazette of a wedding engagement.

One good thing about your husband housing a supernatural entity with nearly god-like powers? He had access to computers that let her keep track of things in the world she came from, no matter where they were. Even in a realm that didn’t technically exist… or that existed outside of the multiverse as newly created… or was a bubble outside the… bigger bubble, or…

Felicity sighed into her arms.

They had talked about it at length. She’d asked a thousand and eleven questions and he answered them all as much as he could. But long story short? He was immortal and he policed the new cosmos that he’d basically rebirthed. Oh, and when the Monitor opened the door for her back to her husband, she’d bounced back to the age she’d been when the Monitor had first come for Oliver. And double oh, she was in a sort of… pause. More like Oliver had hit the pause button. She wouldn’t age like she had, because here, in this world, time didn’t exist like that.

Which meant they would, in theory, outlive their children.

The gaping hole that ripped into the center of Felicity’s chest took her breath away.

A warm, callused hand on the small of her bare back pulled her out of her morbid thoughts.

The mattress next to her feet dipped, and then by her hip, and then a heavy, familiar weight fell onto the bed next to her. That very specific, very well-known earthy scent that was all her husband filled her nose. She breathed him in as he smoothed his hand up her spine. A wave of goosebumps erupted under his touch followed by a shiver she felt in her toes.

Felicity turned to face him.

“Hey,” her husband said, his voice soft and gentle, and that beautiful smile…

Her heart jumped at the sight as her own lips curled up in response.

It was as natural as breathing, just like Before. Except now it was a little more insistent. A little more desperate, even. As if she were preparing. As if it might be the last time. Which was ridiculous. She knew that. She was here, with him, and she was staying with him. Forever. But she still wasn’t used to it. When someone spent twenty years missing another person? Twenty years of learning to live without them, of trying to move on out of necessity, of being terrified to let go of that love because the thought of it fading away was worse than death? Well, it made remembering that this new reality of hers was actually happening a little difficult.

Until she looked at him.

And just like that, all the tension melted from her muscles and she relaxed into the bedspread.

His hand paused, his smile faltering the tiniest bit.

Oliver’s eyes lit on the laptop behind her.

She stiffened before she could stop herself.

“Just trying to reach my daily stalking quota,” Felicity said. His eyes found hers again and she plastered on a grin. “Is breakfast ready? Guess I should find a shirt. Although let me tell you, I’m getting way more used to seeing all this young skin I definitely did not appreciate enough when I had it. I should’ve walked around like this way more often. That makes it sound like I’m going downstairs shirtless, which I’m not. Although I could. It’s not like anyone’s here to stop me. But then I don’t think much eating would get done. Well, not the food kind of eating. Although if you lose your shirt, too, I know those abs of yours would make an excellent plate. Lots of experience with that. And whipped cream. All over. All… over.”

And she was babbling.

Years ago, she would have thrown out a joke to cover any accidental faux pas. But that was then.

“Which we should do,” Felicity added. “Like, right now. I’ll make you a whipped cream shirt.”

Oliver laughed, and her next smile was real. Her babbling had come back hard and fast in the last few weeks. It was refreshing and a little startling considering the somber brain-to-mouth filter she’d gained after his funeral had never gone away.

But that it still made him smile like that? It could stay lost forever.

“I am definitely a fan of losing our shirts.” But he didn’t move to take his off, or kiss her, or roll her onto her back and ravage her like he’d taken to doing since she’d arrived. Instead Oliver sighed and smoothed his hand over her back again. Felicity watched his gaze drift to where he touched her. He dragged his fingertips in slow circles, over her shoulder blades, and then up the back of her neck into her hair. He ran his fingers through the long strands, quiet wonder covered his features as he pushed a loose tendril from her face. “But there isn’t any food. Yet. I didn’t make breakfast.”

The shift in the air was tangible.

Felicity couldn’t stop herself from stiffening again. “Then what’ve you been doing?”

“You asked me,” he said, still watching his hand play with her hair, “how I did it for so many years. Watching over you, over William and Mia, and nothing else. How I could stand being so close, but… not there. With you. With them.” His voice cracked. “I could have. I could have been there with you, Felicity, even if it wasn’t always, I could have. But I didn’t.”

A tremulous breath escaped her on a quiet, “Why?”

“Because I wanted this,” Oliver admitted in a tiny voice. “I wanted you, here, with me. I knew what you were going to do, that the Monitor was going to bring you here, to me, because I created the pathway for him to do it. But it had to be just right. It had be the right time. Time is… if there is one thing I’ve learned, it’s that time is fickle. One little change has ripple effects that are felt throughout the entire multiverse. And I knew, if I went to you, that it would be different. Your choice would be different. Whether it was timing, or the way it happened, or how the kids turned out. God, that was the hardest one. Their future is so necessary, in so many ways, and if anything had changed for them because I was there, I couldn’t risk that.

“But that wasn’t why I did it. I wish it was, but… it wasn’t.”

“Oliver…” Felicity whispered, heart in her throat.

“I gave up so much,” he continued, finally looked back at her. He cupped her face, his fingers digging in as a tear fell down his face. “You. Our son. Our daughter. My life. And I know it was the right thing to do, I know that now as much as I did then. But then it was all over, and suddenly all I had was all of this before me. All this work, this balance I had to maintain, all this time… And all I wanted was to be selfish. For once, I wanted to have the one thing I needed more than anything else in the entire multiverse.”

He didn’t have to say it. She saw it in his eyes.

“That’s why I never came to you,” Oliver told her. “Because I needed you. The Spectre can do so much, but I can’t erase choices, I can’t change the consequences of choices people make. And the last thing I wanted to do was jeopardize you coming here. I wanted to be selfish. I am selfish. Because I wanted you here, Felicity. I needed you here. With me. Like this.”

Felicity bit her lip so hard she nearly drew blood.

Tears flooded her eyes and she blinked them away as she tried to breathe through a suddenly suffocating pressure in her chest.

She had assumed as much, when she first asked him, when he had dodged the question with a non-answer. He could have been there. He could have been there with her, with the kids, building a life together instead of the shattered pieces she’d been left with. They could have been together all those years, those achingly lonely, empty years. Even if he’d only been there sporadically, it would have been better than nothing.

Right?

No.

A burst of air rocketed out of her lungs at that, and the pressure evaporated. Ask her twenty years ago - even ten years ago - and her answer would have been very different.

But now?

She wouldn’t trade those years for anything, she realized, because they had shaped all of them.

It was the struggle - the work, the hardships, the wins, the losses - that made her see what he was saying. It was the joy that came of it, the steel, the glue that kept her family together, that let them thrive the way they did. It would have been so different, if he had been there. It would have changed things, irrevocably, because that’s what love did. That’s what their love did. Did she wish he had been there still? Absolutely. The thought alone made her want to cry with the strength of the yearning that filled her. But could she blame him? Part of her wanted to, still, because it felt like a choice she should have been involved in. Except she couldn’t have been. Because it was bigger than her, than them, all of it - the death of her husband, the opening for the Spectre, the only being strong enough to end the darkness, the only way to reconstruct what had been destroyed. But not their love. The circumstances were bigger than all of them, yes, but not their love. Nothing could destroy that. Nothing was bigger than that, and the proof was right here, wasn’t it? That she was here, with him, in a pocket of time created and maintained solely by him, so they could be together the way they had always wanted. The way they deserved.

It could have been different. They deserve to have that happy ending, the white picket fence, the two point five kids, the dog…

But this was their reality. This was the next best thing. And she couldn’t be angry about it.

Not when she faced an eternity with the love of her life by her side.

Oliver huffed out a low, self-deprecating laugh. “But even then, I couldn’t help myself.”

Felicity frowned, not following.

He stared at her for a beat. “We haven’t talked about any dreams you might’ve had during those years.”

“Dreams?” she asked. “You mean, of you? Of course I dreamed about you. You were always on my mind, you were never… Wait. Are you saying…?”

Vivid pictures filled her mind, so clear and crisp and intense that she always woke up positive it had happened. At first, it had been more than she could bear. She had even resented them for a while, wished they would stop, but then she would close her eyes and her first wish was to see him. And she did. Entire conversations, laughter, tears, words of love, affirmations, sometimes anger and frustration, throwing things and raging, and other times… his touch, all over her, inside her…

A fresh burst of tears blurred her vision as she pushed up onto her elbows.

“That was you?” Felicity demanded. “Those were real? They were… you were…?”

“It was the closest I could get to you, to William, to Mia, without really being there,” Oliver admitted. Agony twisted his face as his hand dropped from her face. “I don’t know if it was the right thing to do, but I couldn’t stand spending that much time away from you, from my family. And you were always open to me, as if you somehow knew-”

“I did.” Felicity grabbed his hand. “I was open to you. Always. God, Oliver, you have no idea what this means. Those sustained me. I was able to talk to you when I needed you most, I was connected to you when I needed to be, I thought… I thought I was losing my mind honestly, but they kept me going, as if they were… as if it was somehow you, and it was. Oh god, you were there, you saw Mia’s first steps, you saw William’s awards, you saw… Oh, that car accident, and when Mia broke her arm, and the fights she got into, and when William’s grandparents died, and work, and JJ, and Connor, god, Connor and everything he went through with John and Lyla, and… Oh, those dates? You… you were so… Oliver, for a few minutes, I felt like I had you back. I had the father of my children back, my partner, my husband.”

“I was with you,” Oliver promised, another tear falling as he squeezed her hand. “The entire time.”

Felicity surged forward, her lips finding his in a graceless kiss. His free hand cupped the back of her head and pulled her closer, holding her there for a long moment.

“And the kids?” Felicity asked, pulling back to look at him.

“Yeah.” Oliver took a shaky breath and nodded, his tears making his eyes luminescent. “It wasn’t as much with them, because I… I wanted to protect them from thinking anything weird was going on. Which it was. And I should have done that with you, but with you, I wasn’t as strong. It was more… memories, with them. They’d revisit something they did that day, or the week before, and I would get to be there. Like… graduations, or plays, or sleepovers. Sometimes they were things I didn’t want to see-” Felicity laughed. “But most of the time, I was able to be present for things that I wouldn’t have been otherwise. And you were there most of the time.” Oliver brushed her hair behind her ear. “It wasn’t the same. I know it would never be the same, but for a second I was with my kids. I was able to be with them the only way I could be.”

Felicity didn’t try to hide the sobs that wrenched out of her. Oliver gathered her close, kissing her, their tears combining.

“There were some mornings where they came downstairs,” Felicity whispered. “And I could see it in their faces. Mia talked about it more than William at first, but you were always there with us. Always. And they knew about it all. About everything, I didn’t keep any of it from them. They knew who you were, before the Crisis, and during.”

“Thank you,” he breathed.

“And I… I knew I was going to see Mia,” she continued. “As a grownup, when she was still a baby, and I knew that was coming for her. That she would be coming to your funeral. And that she would meet you again.”

“That made it easier,” Oliver confided, emotion choking his voice. “There was another future that had happened, before the Crisis, and their lives… your life… they were so hard, and I hated it, but it made them into the most amazing people. And I got to meet them. I got to talk to them, and hear their stories, and live with them, even if it was just for a moment. They were the most amazing people I’d ever met, and I knew so much of that had to do with you. You raised them into beautiful, strong people, and that… It made it easier, staying away. Knowing that that would happen because of you. Although I had no doubt from the beginning.”

Felicity smiled.

Or, she tried.

When it came down to it, she had still done it alone. She’d had help, of course, and it was nice knowing he’d been there, in some way, but it wasn’t what it could have been. And for a second, she mourned that with every atom in her body.

She ducked her head and burrowed into his arms, pressing her face into his shoulder. He was so warm, so alive, his heat seeping through his t-shirt into her bare skin, his arms warm around her.

Oliver pressed his lips to the crown of her head. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Felicity.”

“I know,” she whispered. Her voice hitched on a sob. “I know.”

They held each other. The silence settled around them, and tension she didn’t realize had snuck back into both of them slowly slid away. Sounds of an active world outside their room filled the air - cars, birds, people talking in the distance, the pool just outside their window lapping against rock edges, the wind blowing. The comforting noises cleared away the heaviness.

She wasn’t sure who moved first, but somehow their hands wound up tangled tightly together on his sternum.

“I wanted to be here with you, too,” Felicity said after a moment. “You know that, right? I needed to be with you. It was all I worked towards. It was the one thing that got me up the most. I knew when they would be okay without me, and that when they were set up and happy and safe, that I could finally find you. And I don’t regret that. It hurts knowing what could have been, but I don’t regret it. Because I have you.” His arm around her back hugged her tighter. “And Mia and William, they were with me in this, every step of the way. I didn’t hide it from them, and I wouldn’t have called the Monitor when I did if they had asked me not to. But they didn’t. Because they knew as much as I did how much of myself was missing because I didn’t have you. So no, being here now, with you, like this, I don’t regret it, Oliver.” She tilted her head to look up at him. “I don’t regret it.”

A flitting wave of relief crossed his face.

“I don’t,” she reiterated and pushed up so her lips brushed his in a kiss. “You are my everything.”

“And you’re mine,” he replied on a crack before pressing his lips more firmly to hers.

They settled in again. The shared silence a warm cocoon folding them in together.

It was almost perfect…

“But you miss them,” Oliver offered.

“Oh god, I do,” Felicity said. She sat up to see him more fully. “I knew I would, too, that I would miss them so much, and I made peace with that. I did. And with them. But talking about being away from them is one thing. Actually being away from them? And then there’s…”

“What?” he asked, smoothing his hand up to the back of her neck. “Talk to me, Felicity.”

“I know I won’t age here.” Felicity studied his eyes, and saw the instant he got what she was saying.

“But they will.”

That searing pain speared through her chest again as Felicity nodded. “Yeah.”

Oliver opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He stared at her, and she saw all of her own heartbreak and grief mirrored back at her, and she knew he’d thought about it, too. But there wasn’t an easy answer. There wasn’t even really an answer that he could give her that would any of it better. Because there was no making this better.

“I was checking in on them.”

Felicity’s heart stopped. “What?”

“When I went downstairs to make breakfast,” Oliver filled in. “I know it’s been bothering you, I know you’ve been keeping tabs on them, and I knew… Well, I hadn’t visited Earth Prime. And I knew I could, but I wanted to be absolutely, one hundred positive that I could before I told you that-”

“What are you saying?” Felicity asked, shooting up taller.

“I’m saying we should go visit our kids.”

“What? We can do that? We… can go home?” A sob cracked her voice. “I get to see my babies?”

“Yes,” Oliver whispered, tears filling his eyes.

“Oh my god,” Felicity gasped, throwing herself at him. A laugh fell out of her as she wrapped her arms around him. “Oh my god!”

His laughter joined hers as he hugged her back.

“How?” Felicity asked, pulling back. “Alright, I mean, I do get how, but-”

“Honestly, I’d thought about it long before you found me,” he said. “About how to bridge things back to the kids, how to bridge our world the way we knew it with what we have now. I can do so much, and I want to give you everything, Felicity. I want to give us everything that I can. And then you were here.” Oliver grinned, but there was a sadness that made her heart hurt. “And I had you in my arms again, and it was everything I’d wanted. I thought about bringing it up, so many times. I waited for you to bring it up, but you didn’t, and I… It just… I was scared. I couldn’t stop thinking about what they would think of me, now, about how everything happened, about the last twenty years-”

“They love you, Oliver,” Felicity told him. “They know who you are, they know everything.”

“I’m still terrified,” he admitted on a rattly laugh.

Felicity cupped his cheek and ran her thumb under his eye. “That’s what makes you human.”

“Even though I’m not technically human anymore?” he replied, and a hint of ethereal green shaded his eyes. “I’m not even technically alive anymore, Felicity. Not like I used to be. The Spectre can’t exist in a living person. That’s part of what ties us together. I don’t actually even know exactly what I am.”

His eyes dropped. “Does that… does that scare you?”

“No,” she said honestly. “Because you’re still Oliver. Because I was with you every step of the way, remember? When you came back from Lian Yu, everything you went through as the Arrow, as Oliver Queen, as a husband, as a father - I was with you. And I know that man can more than handle this. These last few weeks, ever since I got here, things have been so… normal. But I know things aren’t normal anymore. Not like they used to be.”

“No,” Oliver agreed. “I’m not just Oliver Queen anymore. I had the chance to come back, but when I chose to be the Spectre, I became something else entirely. And as the Spectre, I have a lot more to do, to keep the balance, in the multiverse. It’s funny, all those years ago, when I thought I couldn’t be the Arrow and Oliver Queen… It was you that helped me realize I can. That I can be both and so much more. None of this would have been possible without you. All those years, the years you helped me find myself, find my light, my balance, it was all leading up to this moment. I’m Oliver Queen…” His eyes grew bright green, so bright they glowed. “And the Spectre.”

Felicity stared into the glowing orbs.

His reticence was another presence in the room, and she knew he was bearing it all to her, showing her everything. There was more there now, an otherworldly presence, but it wasn’t separate. Because as much as she sensed the power in him that hadn’t been there before, it was still all her Oliver.

“Our new normal,” she said.

“Yeah,” Oliver whispered on a relieved grin.

Staring into his green eyes, Felicity kissed him. She kissed her husband, kissed the Arrow, the Green Arrow, her partner, the father of her children… the Spectre.

New normal was a bit of an understatement, but at the same time, it was exactly right.

When he tried to deepen it, she pulled back.

“So hang on,” she said. “Those dreams, the stuff you told me, was all that real, too? Like an earth made up entirely of shrimp, and when you tried to describe what it was like seeing colors you didn’t know existed-”

“Some of that.” Oliver cracked an amused smile. “I can’t say I’ve run into a planet made up entirely of shrimp yet.”

Her cheeks warmed. “Okay, so that was an actual dream, then. Got it.”

Oliver chuckled. “But the other stuff? It was all true. And I’d like to show you all of it.”

“Really? We can do that? I don’t have to have some special goddess status-”

“You’re already a goddess in my eyes,” Oliver interrupted and she rolled her eyes at him, earning another chuckle. “But no, you don’t need a special status.” He laced his fingers through hers again and lifted them as Felicity settled back against his shoulder. He pressed his face to her temple, and she felt his lips moving as he spoke. “The Spectre and I are like this, entwined together. But so are you and I. You are just as much a part of me as the Spectre, which means where I go, you go.”

“That… will be so frakking amazing,” Felicity said with a laugh.

Oliver kissed her temple. “Not as amazing as you,” he said. He rolled her onto her back and climbed on top of her. Felicity opened for him and hummed at the sensation of his full weight against her as he settled between her thighs. He cupped her face. “Nothing is as amazing as you are, Felicity.”

“I don’t know,” she said. “I mean, there is an entire multiverse out there-”

“Nothing,” he reiterated before his lips slanted over hers.

She moaned. “Okay, but you’re talking about me seeing the actual freaking universe-”

“Felicity.”

“I’m just saying, there has to be some sort of-”

He cut her off again, and this time he took advantage of the opening to thrust his tongue against hers. There were more words in her brain, but they disappeared as he kissed her. He pressed her further into the mattress and she pulled her legs up higher. He groaned his approval as he settled more fully against her center, his sweats and the thin sleep shorts she had on the only thing separating her from his growing hardness.

Dragging his lips from hers, Oliver kissed his way down her chin, following the line of her jaw to the delicate spot that always made her gasp before he eased down her neck. Stubble scraping as he went, his t-shirt soft against her bare skin as he moved, Felicity’s hands landed on his shoulders, her nails digging into hard muscle. He licked and sucked and nipped and she fought to keep breathing, pushing one hand into hair that was thankfully growing back, the other sprawling over his upper back. He still had his scars, all of them, and they greeted her even through his shirt in such a familiar way that it brought tears to her eyes.

“Oliver,” she whispered as he moved down to her clavicle, her chest, her breasts. “Oliver.”

“I’m here,” he replied just as his lips found one of her nipples.

The pleasure was immediate and a strangled whimper escaped her, a shudder wracking every inch of her, her back arching to get closer. He flicked at her with his tongue, sucking before grazing the tiny bead with his teeth. Heat spiraled out from that spot, searing, coursing through her right to her core. Felicity gripped his hair tight, holding him closer, her legs wrapping around him as she thrust her hips up into his. The friction was perfect and she cried out, doing it again, earning a deep growl from him. He rotated his hips, sucking harder, pinning her down…

It was exquisite torture, and any other time she would have enjoyed the ride, but on the heels of everything they’d finally admitted to each other, it was suddenly not enough.

“I need you,” Felicity rasped. She pulled at his hair, tugging him away, and he let her nipple go with a wet pop. His lips were as red and swollen as her abused breast, his cheeks flush with arousal, his eyes glassy with need, and it was the most erotic sight she’d ever seen. Felicity grabbed his face and urged him back up to her. “I need you inside him,” she told him just before her lips crashed into his.

Hard and demanding, they kissed each other as if it was their first and last time combined in one. It was inevitable, though, in a way, the desperation that captured them, that controlled them, after everything they had been through.

After everything they had found again.

Oliver pulled back, quick and harried, and he clambered off her, nearly falling when he abruptly found the edge of the bed. Felicity followed him, scooting to the edge, her hands shoving his shirt up as he pushed his sweats down his hips. His hardness popped free, swelling even more where it bobbed between them. She abandoned his shirt and wrapped her hand around him. She didn’t waste a second before leaning forward and wrapping her mouth around his thick head, running her tongue along the slit. A salty droplet greeted her and she moaned, sucking, wanting more as she started pumping him, gripping him tight, his hot skin moving against the thick steel of his need for her. He panted out a tight curse, and then the air above her was moving where he tore his shirt off. She didn’t let him go, her want for this man so intense she felt it in her bones, taking over, controlling her, making her mindless.

He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back, forcing her to let him go. She didn’t get the chance to react before he gripped her waist and tossed her back onto the center of the bed. Felicity bounced, a giggle escaping her, and she caught sight of his grin but then he was gone, his fingers finding the hem of her shorts. He tugged them down, tossed them away, and then he climbing onto the bed again.

“Come here,” Felicity whispered, opening her arms, but he stopped at her thighs.

Oliver smoothed his hands from her knees up. She whined his name, spreading her legs, reaching down to grab him, but he evaded her. The look on his face - the hunger, the need, the want, the love - it had her inner walls already spasming and she arched her hips to get closer to him.

“Oliver, please.”

“You are so beautiful,” he replied, his hands finding her inner thighs, moving up. His lips followed his hands’ path, so soft compared to his calloused palms. Her head fell back on the bed with a bounce, her breaths sawing in and out, sensation swamping her. “So beautiful,” he told her again. His hot breath danced over her delicate, trembling skin, sending waves of goosebumps spiraling out. “Beautiful.”

His mouth found her weeping sex.

A cry wrenched out from deep inside her and Felicity’s back bowed again, her leg kicking out. He slid his hands under and around and clamped her hips down, holding her still as he took his fill of her. His tongue stroked against her clit, his lips wrapping around it and sucking, his head moving, his mouth opening wider so he could lick down to her opening where he thrust his tongue inside her. Heat was a living thing under her skin, churning, bright and hot, the pleasure he gave her taking her breath away as he worked her. Felicity grappled against the sheets, twisting them in tight fists, thrusting up, her whimpers and pleas filling the room, the sucking noises and his moans sending her higher.

But it wasn’t enough.

“Oliver…”

Like he knew, like he could read her thoughts, like he was of the same mind as her, Oliver pulled back and climbed up the rest of the way. His face was wet from her, and he left a trail of arousal as he kissed and sucked his way up her abdomen, up the slope of her neglected breast, her nipple, her chest…

Felicity nodded when he finally reached her, when he finally settled the full length of his hard body against her soft one, when she spread her legs for him. His chin was still wet when he kissed her, and she moaned at the taste of herself on his tongue. Felicity wrapped him up in her arms, pulling her legs up as high as she could. His hard length slid across her tender, wet core and their combined moans was music to her ears.

“Yes,” she breathed against his lips as he pulled his hips back, his thick head finding her entrance. His kisses drifted down her cheek and she kissed his stubble, his jaw, his ear, the line of his hair as he buried his face in her throat. “Oliver…”

He thrust home.

Felicity’s mouth fell open in a soundless cry as he filled her, going so deep, stretching her completely. He fit inside her perfectly, like he was made for her, and she held on as he found one of her knees and lifted her leg up, letting him slide in even deeper. It was so good, so, so good, almost too good to be true…

“Is this real?” she choked out.

Oliver froze and pulled back to look at her.

A sudden sheen of tears blurred her vision and she blinked rapidly, needing to see him. He stared at her, his brow furrowed, his breaths ragged, but he didn’t move. She cupped his face, drinking him in, every little tiny thing. “This isn’t a dream, right? You’re really here. I’m here? This is…?”

Anguish twisted his brow.

“It’s real,” Oliver told her, staring into her. “This is real, Felicity, I promise.”

“You’re here?” she said, smoothing her hands over his face, down his neck, and to his shoulders.

“I’m here,” he whispered. He shifted, readjusting, and slipped his arm underneath her and across her back to grab her shoulder. Hugging her. It anchored her to him, so securely it made her chest ache. His other hand found hers. He laced their fingers together, tight and sure, and tugged them close between them, until they were completely wrapped up in each other. “You’re here,” Oliver said. “This is real. This is real.”

Felicity nodded.

“It’s real.”

He kissed her, and she knew he was telling the truth. She was here, with her love, and they were never going to be apart again.

Oliver slowly started moving. He pulled out the tiniest bit before thrusting back inside her. She moved her legs, winding one around his backside, the other slipping down to wrap around his leg. He lifted his other one for more leverage as he filled her, over and over and over…

They made love to each other, every move achingly tender, every touch reassuring. His hand gripped her shoulder, strong and sure, their laced hands never letting the other go, not for anything. When Oliver pulled back to look at her, their eyes meeting as they rocked together, she cupped his cheek, grounding herself to him even more.

Her pleasure built on a silent crest, slow and meticulous, coiling inside her in a crescendo that radiated through every inch of her.

“Oliver,” she breathed, and he nodded, pressing his forehead to hers. Felicity gripped his hand in hers, her other grabbing the back of his neck for something to hold onto. She squeezed her eyes shut and breathed his air, taking him inside her in every way possible. “Oliver.”

“I’ve got you, Felicity,” he promised and her eyes flew open to find his already on her. Her pleasure peaked in a sudden swell. She gasped, stiffening, clinging to him, to his gaze. “I’ve got you.”

Felicity came apart in his arms. Fire licked through her veins, but not with the alacrity it usually did. It was slower, hotter, igniting every single nerve in her body. Her eyes slammed shut, her back bowing, her toes curling, pinpricks dancing under her skin in a swath of heat. It consumed her, and it didn’t stop, not as he kept moving, thrusting, filling her, over and over in a primordial dance that echoed in her soul.

Oliver fell against her.

Their tangled hands stayed lodged between them as he buried his face in her neck and doubled his efforts, hips moving faster, their skin colliding, his hold on her tightening.

When tiny, desperate sounds echoed against her throat, his breaths hot and wet, his lips and stubble scraping over her, sending erotic shivers through her that echoed the cascade of pleasure, she opened her eyes…

“Oh god,” Felicity breathed.

The ceiling of the villa was gone, but there wasn’t any sky, not like she knew.

A fresh wave of sensation crashed into her and she cried out as the multiverse above them glowed bright. Colors and swirls and stars and planets glowed against a black background that was as alive as the universes it cradled in its dark palm. The beauty of it was astonishing, mind-bending, filling her with awe as much as…

“Felicity,” Oliver moaned, and on one final thrust, he came deep inside her.

She felt it, felt him, felt his pleasure as much as hers, and another orgasm hit her.

They fell together, holding on to each other, coming together in more ways than one.

It was a long while before Felicity opened her eyes again, and it was only because Oliver moved to slowly ease out of her.

“Oh,” she whimpered and she turned to follow him as he fell onto the bed next to her. He pulled her close, cradling her in the security of his arms, pressing a chaste kiss to her sweaty forehead. Felicity sighed, lifting her leg to wrap around his hip, tangling their legs together. “I love you.”

“I love you,” ghosted across her hair as he readjusted, fitting her into the cradle of his shoulder and pushing his face against the top of her head. She hummed her approval, dropping messy kisses against his broad chest. His hand got tangled in her damp hair, his other skating down her ribs.

“Oliver?”

“Hmm?”

“I think I saw it,” Felicity whispered. She felt him frown in question and she pulled back to look up at him. “The multiverse.” Surprise twisted his face. “I mean, I think I did. This isn’t a play on how absolutely incredible those orgasms were, because they really, really were, and all the kudos to us for the amazing sex we just had, but… When you said my name, the ceiling… disappeared, and I saw… I swear I saw it. And then I also felt… At least I think I did… I felt you. Felt what you felt. Do I sound as insane as I think I do?”

“No,” Oliver said after a moment, his brow furrowing on a thought. “It actually makes sense.”

“Well, that’s comforting, and it also explains nothing.”

“When I’m with you,” Oliver said, staring into her eyes, “you’re all that exists for me. You are my universe as far as I’m concerned, and I think… I don’t have to concentrate to keep this place where we are going, it exists because I say it does, and it exists exactly like the world we used to live in, but I think I… blurred the lines a little bit? I let go… into you. What I was feeling. What I see when I close my eyes.”

“Wow.”

“Is that… okay?” He frowned. “I can try to pull it back-”

“No,” Felicity said loudly. “Don’t you dare. I want you letting go with me. I’m so glad I can give that to you. That I can still give that to you. That was… There aren’t words. I felt more connected to you, to the entire universe, in a way I never have before.”

“I felt that, too,” he replied softly, moving his fingers through her hair. “I felt you, with me.”

“Wow.”

Oliver smiled. “That’s why I know I’ll be able to take you with me when I have work to do. Which yes,” he added off her look, “definitely includes seeing the kids.”

“I still can’t believe that’s possible,” Felicity admitted, her hand drifting up to his chin, his jaw, wonder filling her voice. “I never dreamed that that would be something we’d get to do. That it was even possible. I should probably stop wondering about things being possible, shouldn’t I?”

“At this point?” he asked, that green shading his eyes again. “Probably.”

“So when can we go?”

Oliver grinned. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Emotion filled her chest to the brim. “I’m ready. With you by my side, I’m ready for anything. For all of it.”

“Me too.”

They kissed, a soft, loving touch that sealed that promise.

A quick shower later - and by quick, she meant one of the perks of having a god-like husband was the hot water never ran out and when she complained about pruny fingers, he made them disappear which meant they spent a wonderfully right amount of time having shower sex - they stood together in the villa bedroom.

“Hold on like this.” Oliver laced their fingers together. “Hold on to me tight.”

Felicity grinned. “You know, these might be the very platonic circumstances I was talking about all those years ago.”

He chuckled, and pulled her in close, not even needing a second to remember what she was referring to. Her heart soared as Oliver kissed her, lingering, and it went even higher when he whispered, “And we’ll explore those different circumstances a little bit more later.”

“Good thing we have all the time in the world,” Felicity replied.

He grinned, kissed her once more, and on a, “Here we go,” the world around them shifted…

And when Felicity opened her eyes, they were in a large open room. Against one window was the large face of a clock, and even though it looked wildly different from the last time she’d been in there, she knew they were in the clocktower in Star City.

Movement had both her and Oliver turning around.

What she saw had tears filling her eyes, joy filling her heart, and gratitude and love squeezing Oliver’s hand.

Mia and William sat at a bar against the opposite wall, and they both looked up at the same time. William’s face was drawn, circles under his eyes, and he looked haggard, but he was his same vibrant self, thanks in part to the obvious connection between the siblings, to Mia where she held his hand, so full of light and life.

Her babies.

“Mom…?”

“Dad?”

The End

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I hope that wasn't too mean of a place to end it! I tweeted this after the finale and I wanted part of this to be a lead-up to a situation where it happens.

A/N: It’s no secret that I really loved the last scene of the finale. I also really wish Season 8 had never happened, for a number of reasons, but also because I don’t think this is how Arrow should have ended. But in the context of the Crisis and everything that S8 gave us? God yes, I loved that we got Olicity together in the end! But, of course, I had questions, and I wanted to understand things. So I babbled out a bunch of stuff. I started this after the finale and it’s slowly morphed into this. I wanted to capture as much as I could that encapsulates how I see Olicity wherever they are now. I have admittedly not looked too much into the lore or the comic books, so...

So this is my headcanon now!

(This was un-beta’d and I’ve been sick, so all mistakes are definitely mine.)

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it - reviews feed the soul and muse.

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A few things

I feel like I've been short on public writing exercises lately, so here's a brief recap of how today went.

1. After falling asleep at an uncharactaristic 10:30 p.m. on a Saturday, I was up relatively early, and wound up getting to take Cosmo on a freezing walk that both woke me up and seemed to keep him sufficiently tired for the rest of the day.

2. He's currently in bed, and by bed, I mean my bed, where I am not. It's fine.

3. Lunch was left-over Italian food from a great restaurant in town. I haven't had actual dinner in a restaurant in 10 months now, but it's nice to be able to support whoever's left standing.

4. Tom Brady is better at football than any of us will ever be at anything. Accept it and stop the hand-wringing.

5. My favorite beer discovery is currently the Cosmic Distortion double New England IPA, by Mighty Squirrel out of Waltham, Mass. I'll admit that I bought it because of the name and the label, but it paid off.

6. Musically, I've been knee-deep in Black Crowes bootlegs all weekend. Yesterday, I must have listened to the radio broadcast of their 1995 show at the Royal Albert Hall nine or 10 times. I taped that one off of the radio in the late 90s and at some point got the digital version (it’s available here — check it out). That cassette got plenty of time way back in the way-back-when. And now, I'm listening to one of their closing shows from the Fillmore in San Francisco, circa December 2010. Whether it's Marc Ford or Luther Dickinson on lead guitar, these guys had a real magic. And it's that endless versatility, creativity and soul that keeps bringing me back.

7. Seriously, on those 2010 shows, I was taken aback a number of times while listening. As an example, check out the version above of "Seeing Things" from Dec. 19th, which, as far as the band knew, was the last night of the tour and very likely the last night of the band.

8. It wouldn't be the last night of the band, though. They'd tour briefly through Europe in 2011 (sort of an abbreviated, final farewell), then full-scale in 2013 before the entire enterprise blew up. And now the brothers are trying to resume the band in name, but certainly not in spirit, by not inviting any of the previous members back. Solo acts are one thing, bands are another, and when this band worked, it was a band. Steve Gorman behind the kit laying down the thunder, Sven Pipien thickening the groove, hopefully Ford (but Luther was great, too) adding color behind Rich Robinson's ridiculous riffs and chords. And Chris Robinson gets to front this incredible band that can reach any height, despite all the chaos and internal dysfunction plaguing it off stage.

9. Alas. Not everything lasts. At some point, Tom Brady will stop being good at football. The Black Crowes have probably passed the point of being a viable musical entity again. But Brady has the highlights and the records and whatever else might come. Crowes fans have the music, and there's a lot of it.

10. And with that, I think there's an 80-pound puppy curled up at the end of my bed. Excuse me.

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[📰] Exclusive Interview: P1Harmony Debut with Single 'SIREN'

By Alvin Yoga

Hi, P1Harmony. Congratulations on your debut! How do you feel about it?

KEEHO: I feel very excited and nervous at the same time. It’s because we waited so long for this moment to come and we prepared so much. I think we are feeling all sorts and types of emotions currently but I think the most important feeling that I have right now is to just have fun and do my best.

THEO: I am very happy that I can be on stage every day, and currently the joy of my life is reading our fans’ comments.

What does your group name – P1Harmony – mean?

KEEHO: P1Harmony is a combination of plus +, number 1, and harmony, 6 boys with unlimited potential to create various harmonies with ‘Team’ and ‘One’ added.  

It's your debut year, but also the year when the pandemic hits hard. Have you encountered any hardships throughout your debut process and how did you deal with that?

KEEHO: Obviously it’s a very unfortunate situation for all of us, but the biggest hardship for us was that we could not perform in front of actual audience and that we do not have the chance to interact with our fans face to face. We are still trying to communicate with our fans in different ways though we can’t see them face to face.

How do you define P1Harmony's music style?

JIUNG: We can define it as undefinable. We are currently working on hip hop based music, but we are going to try numerous genres and come up with different harmonies just like our team name. I hope that the undefinable to be a style, and everything that we do would become our very own style.

In your opinion, what is P1Harmony's strong point and uniqueness that differentiate you from other K-pop group?

JIUNG: The strong point or the charming point would be that each of us have distinct colors and that goes along well. We tend to adjust for each other, communicate, adjust and that just creates an amazing harmony which showcases us as a group while we show our individual charms at the same time.

Can you please elaborate your first single, "SIREN"?

INTAK: “SIREN” is a hip hop dance track with a powerful urban beat, heavy synthesizer and an addictive riff which sounds like the siren.

What was the hardest thing to do when you shot the music video?

SOUL: There was nothing hard! Everything was new to me and it was so much fun.

Did any of you contribute on writing the song lyrics on this album? If yes, where do you get your inspirations from?

JONGSEOB: Everyone contributed on writing the song lyrics on this album and INTAK and I participated in writing the lyrics of all the songs. I personally work with keywords which just randomly comes up to my mind, so I tend to work with those keywords.

What's the impression you want listeners to take away from your debut single, "SIREN" and which part of the track is your favorite?

INTAK: We wanted to leave a strong first impression. My favorite part of the song is the dance part at the last chorus. This part is significant since I really want the song to be hooked in the memories of the listeners.

What's the first thing that you wanted to do after this debut?

SOUL: I wanted to do a mukbang (eating show)! Not that I would just eat alone but to eat while I communicate with our fans!

What kind of musical styles or genres or perhaps, musical artists, you'd like to work with in the future?

JONGSEOB: In the future, I would like to try various genres. When it comes to musical artists, if possible I would like to work with Kendrick Lamar in the future.

What is the best advice that you have received from your senior artists at FNC Entertainment?

THEO: Our producer gave us an advice which was ‘Do your best in everything, and be polite to everyone at anywhere.’

Let's talk about your group's dynamic. How long have you guys been trained and lived together? What do you usually do to motivate each other?

JIUNG: KEEHO, JIUNG and INTAK have spent around 3 years together and it has been over a year and half since all 6 of us being together. If it’s long then it’s long, if it’s short then it’s short but in this period of time we quickly understood each other. It became a rule to talk to each other as honest as possible and to talk about an issue as soon as possible. We continuously and naturally talk about what we want to achieve and where the team is trying to go. I think all of the moments we’ve shared were eventually motivating each other.

As a rookie group, what is your biggest goal to achieve in the coming years?

THEO: Our biggest goal as a rookie group is to make our group to be known, and if there is a chance, we would like to receive the rookie of the year award.

Last one, please share a message to Cosmo babes and your listeners in Indonesia.

JONGSEOB: Thank you so much for supporting and loving us all the way from Indonesia. We will work hard and show you as we grow as a better artist.

INTAK: Please watch out for our album promotions, and we’ve got lots of thing prepared so please stay tuned! We love you.

[cali-holland]

Your Heartbeat- Shawn Mendes One Shot

Pairing: Shawn Mendes X Reader

Requested by: @verylandcolorwagon

Prompt: Jealous of Shawn spending time with Camila, you find yourself upset with your boyfriend, until your severe heart condition gets in the way.

Word Count: 4000

Warnings: Arrhythmia, stroke, hospitals, lots of angst...

Tag List: @cutefluffy89 @peterparkyourassonme 

A/N: I tried my very best to research on arrhythmia, strokes, and other heart conditions, but I’m not familiar with the topic as it is, so I hope it’s at least somewhat accurate.

Masterlist    Shawn Mendes Masterlist

*Gif is not mine*

~~~

Shawn could hear deafening screams as he ran off the stage after singing Never Be Alone. He jogged his way through the arena’s halls as he used a towel to wipe away the sweat from his forehead and the back of his neck. He handed off the towel to a member of the crew before he exited the hallway through a tunnel. Hearing the screams increase, he smiled brightly.

“Hi, baby.” Shawn said, coming to a halt beside you as you stood by the railings. All eyes were on the two of you as you were out in the arena. As he leaned down to give you a quick peck, his hands rested on your hips.

“You’re doing amazing.” You replied, giving him one more fast kiss before he ran off to the stage.

“How is everyone doing over here?” He smiled as he spoke into the microphone, now standing on his B stage. He made his way to the piano and the fans continued to cheer for him.

You’d seen his shows a million times. Every time he went to the B stage, you were in the same spot to greet him every night, and you watched the stage’s set from there. When he’d leave B stage again, you’d still be there and move to the back of the arena while he went back to his main stage. It was a routine that you two followed every night, and Shawn looked forward to it every time.

After the concert, you waited backstage for him with Brian, Camila, and the rest of his crew. Being in Miami meant that he would spend some time with his long time friend, Camila. You absolutely adored her, she was nothing but kind to you, but you did get jealous of how close she was to Shawn every once in a while. Shawn was always there to reassure you that nothing was going on, that he and Camila were simply just friends, that you were his one and only.

“You were amazing tonight.” You said as Shawn immediately hugged you.

“I missed you while I was up there.” He gave you a kiss on your cheek, before pulling back so to not completely drown you in his sweat.

“You’re so cheesy.” You teased, handing him a towel to wipe off his sweat.

“Miami really knows how to party.” Shawn told Camila as all of you walked out of the arena to the car waiting to take you and Shawn to his hotel.

“Loud crowds is our specialty.” She smiled.

“Know any good spots to get drinks?”

“Yeah, of course.” She laughed.

“I’ll text you when I’m done with my shower.” He told her before bidding her farewell and climbing in the car with you.

“Drinking tonight, huh?” You asked him as his hand intertwined with yours.

“If you’re going to ask if you’re invited, the answer is obviously.” Shawn replied, kissing your hand gently.

“You have a show tomorrow, rockstar. Are you sure a night out is good? It’s already getting late.” 

“Babe, it’s 10:30. We won’t be out late. I’ve got too much adrenaline to sleep right now.” He let out a small laugh and you nodded your head in response.

“Okay, but don’t be whining about it tomorrow.” You teased.

“I won’t, I promise.”

Later, Shawn let Camila know when he was ready and the three of you headed out to a small bar. Shawn sat between you and Camila at the bar itself, and the three of you chatted and laughed while sipping on your drinks. You excused yourself to the bathroom, and, when you returned, you were confused by how close your boyfriend was leaning in to Camila.

“Yeah, that looks nice. Let’s check it out tomorrow.” Shawn said, nodding his head. You sat down beside him and he immediately shifted away from her and closer to you. Camila, on the other hand, quickly put her phone away and out of sight.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” You asked.

“Well, Camila was telling me that there’s this really nice place in town and I should take you there for lunch tomorrow.” He replied. While he was quite a smooth liar, you could tell that his response wasn’t truthful based on how quickly he started to drink the italian mule in front of him.

“They’ve got the best sandwiches.” She added, toying with the rim of her cosmo.

“Yeah, we’ve been in Miami for an entire day now and this is the first place that we’ve actually been to.” You joked as Shawn casually put his arm around your waist.

“There’s too much to see. Three days is not enough time.” Camila stated.

“I wish we could stay longer, but somebody’s got a tour going on.” You teased.

“I know, how annoying.” Shawn added, rolling his eyes playfully.

~~~

The next morning, instead of waking up to Shawn peppering your face with kisses, you woke up to him knocking over the fake plant in the hotel room.

“What are you doing?” You groaned, your voice muffled from most of your face resting on the pillow. You opened one eye to see Shawn putting the plant back up across the room.

“Sorry, honey. I wasn’t trying to wake you.” He made his way back over to you and you rolled over to your back to fully look at him. You weren’t met with his usual shirtless morning get-up, but with him being fully clothed.

“Why are you dressed already?”

“I’m going out with Camila this morning.” Shawn said before kissing you.

“Am I not invited this time?” You raised your eyebrows at him.

“Well, it’s just that she’s going through a rough time right now with the breakup, and we haven’t been able to just hang out as the two of us. You know what I mean?” Alone time. He wanted alone time with the girl who was ‘just a friend’. Not wanting to be the psychotic, jealous girlfriend, you just shrugged your shoulders.

“Yeah, I know what you mean.”

“I’ll be back for lunch, and we’ll go get those good sandwiches.” When he smiled at you, you couldn’t help but smile back.

“I’m going back to sleep then. Have fun.” You replied. Shawn kissed you one last time before heading out of the room, missing the plant this time. Rolling over in the large, hotel bed, you tried to make yourself comfortable, but you could only think about Shawn and Camila. You kept telling yourself that you trusted them, you knew Shawn would be faithful.

~~~

“I don’t know about this one.” Shawn said as Camila let out a small sigh beside him.

“Shawn, now is not the time to be indecisive.” She replied with a small laugh.

“It’s a big deal. I need to have it perfect.” He answered before turning to the salesman. “You can put this one back.” The man took the ring from Shawn’s hand and put it back behind the glass.

“What is that- engagement ring number fifty that you’ve turned down?” Camila asked teasingly, “You’re stressing about this way too much. Y/N is going to love whichever ring you get her.”

“What if she says no because the ring isn’t enough?”

“Shawn,” She groaned, “Y/N loves you, she isn’t going to say no.”

“I’m worried that she might. We’ve talked about it before, but what if she thinks we’re too young or what if she no longer sees a future with me?”

“Quit worrying, she will say yes. Do you want to go to another store?”

“Yeah,” Shawn replied with a sigh of his own. This was the third jewelry store they had been to in the past few hours, just looking at the rings as Shawn tried to choose the best one for you. He felt guilty about lying to you and leaving you alone in the hotel room- there was nothing he wanted more than to just be with you all day, but he knew he had to get a ring and he knew that Camila would be the best person in helping him choose.

“There’s another one down the street.” Camila said, leading the way out of the store and they walked to the next one. When they got there, Shawn once again felt overwhelmed by the decision at hand.

After looking at another large selection of diamond rings, he finally found the perfect one. It was small and not too flashy, but still beautiful. As he paid for it, he began to receive a phone call from you.

“Hey, baby, what’s up?” Shawn answered.

“When was lunch supposed to be?” You asked, not even bothering with a the formalities of a hello.

“I was thinking about 1, just because I have to get ready around 4 for the show.” As he spoke, Camila checked her phone and her eyes went wide when she saw the time.

“Shawn, it’s 3!” She exclaimed.

“Yeah, Shawn, it’s a lot later than 1.” You said to your boyfriend and he could hear the disappointment in your voice.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry.” He replied in a worried tone, “I lost track of time. Do you want me to pick up the sandwiches on my way back? We can eat them at the arena.”

“No, it’s fine. I’ll get room service.” Your voice sounded upset and Shawn knew better than to push the issue.

“We’re on our way back.” He said, walking out of the store with Camila. “Are you sure you don’t want a sandwich?”

“Shawn, it’s fine. Just hurry up so you’re not late again.”

“I won’t be late. I’ll be back soon. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You replied before you hung up the phone. Shawn turned to Camila, worry still on his face.

“We need to get sandwiches.” Shawn stated as they got into the car.

“Did she say that she wanted them?” Camila asked.

“No, but she kept saying ‘it’s fine’, and if there’s one thing I know about her, it’s never ‘fine’.” He replied.

“That’s a universal thing for girls.” She rolled her eyes playfully at him.

“I know.” He paused and smiled down at the little blue velvet box in his hands, “On the bright side, I got this.”

~~~

“Shawn, I told you I didn’t want any.” You said as he walked into his dressing room backstage with two sandwiches in his hands- you had been waiting for him there, and no surprise he was late again. He playfully pouted at you.

“I’m sorry I missed lunch, please accept this sandwich as my apology.” Shawn replied, holding one of them out to you, “It’s your favorite.”

“You can’t just buy me a sandwich every time you forget about the plans that you made.” You stated, despite taking the sandwich anyway.

“Baby, please don’t be mad at me for it.” He said, setting down his sandwich as he went to find his clothes for tonight.

“I’m not mad at you because of lunch.” You answered.

“What are you mad about then?” He raised his eyebrows at you, questioningly.

“I’m mad that you lied to me about today. What did you do today?”

“Y/N, I told you, Camila and I are just friends- you don’t need to be jealous.” Shawn replied, changing into a sleeveless red button up shirt. 

“That didn’t answer my question.” You said, putting your sandwich beside his on the coffee table, “Why did you lie to me last night? Why did you lie to me this morning? And why are you lying now?”

“I’m not lying.” He refused to look you in the eyes and chose, instead, to focus on changing his jeans despite being perfectly okay in the ones he was in.

“Yes, you are.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Shawn,” You stood from the couch and folded your arms at him.

“Y/N, honey, I love you and I’d never cheat on you. Camila is my friend and she needed me today, that’s all.” He said, but he didn’t face you again until he spoke. He finished tugging on his new pair of jeans and walked over to you. Shawn unfolded your arms and held your hands in his. “Please, don’t be mad at me. You’re cute when you’re mad, but it hurts me when you’re mad at me.”

“I’m going to be mad until you tell me what’s going on.” You stated. A knock came on the door, informing Shawn that soundcheck was soon.

“I love you.” He pulled you in for a long kiss.

“I love you too.” You told him as he left the dressing room. You sighed, still not believing what he had said, but you made your way out to where everyone else would be.

~~~

You didn’t have the opportunity to see Shawn again before he went on stage and it drove him crazy knowing that you were mad at him for a secret that he had to keep. You stood by Camila and Brian in one of the private areas of the arena, a perfect view of the crowd and the stage from your seats.

“Hey, Camila,” You turned to her before Shawn came on stage.

“What’s up?” She smiled at you.

“Is there anything going on between you and Shawn?” You asked quietly, almost embarrassed by confronting her about your own issues.

“No, not at all. I’d never do that to you and Shawn loves you too much to even look at anyone else. He was just helping me out today and we didn’t realize how late it had gotten.” She reassured you before pulling you in for a hug.

“I’m sorry for asking. I trust you two, but I just-” You let out a sigh.

“It’s fine. I’d be worried too. Shawn’s in love with you though, and there’s nothing he’d do to mess up your relationship.” She pulled back from you. She added playfully, “Besides if he was stupid enough to even try to stray from you, I’d be there to put him back in line for you.”

“Thanks, Camila.” You laughed as the familiar beat to Another One Bites the Dust began. Fans began to scream in anticipation for Shawn’s arrival, making you smile to yourself. As the lights dropped and Lost in Japan began, you felt your head begin to ache; trying not to worry about it, you sat back and drank some water before putting on your best concert face.

“You okay?” Camila asked you.

“Yeah, just a headache.” You nodded.

When it came about time for Shawn to head over to the B stage, you told Camila that you’d head down to your usual spot. As you left, you did your best to focus on walking there properly. Your left arm began to go numb and your headache grew even bigger. You made it halfway down the empty hallway before the room started to spin.

~~~

Shawn hopped off the stage and started his routine jog to the B stage. He was nervous for once, running down that familiar hallway. He was unsure of if you’d be there to greet him again; after all, you were pretty pissed off at him earlier. Shawn rounded the corner to exit the hallway and make his way towards the stage. He plastered a smile on his face when he realized you weren’t there. He knew he had to keep going, even if he couldn’t explain everything to you like he wanted to. He got onto the stage and sat down at the piano before he started to play the next song.

“Wait, Brian, does Shawn seem off to you?” Camila asked her friend while Shawn turned to quickly look over at the tunnel that he’d come through a few minutes earlier.

“What do you mean?” He replied, looking down at his friend on the stage.

“He just doesn’t seem peppy.” She said, eyeing him suspiciously.

“Is Shawn normally peppy while singing Life of the Party?” Brian asked.

“No,” She watched as Shawn looked over to the tunnel again. She followed his eyes and realized that she couldn’t see you. Just last night, she was able to spot you in the corner, smiling as he sang, but tonight you weren’t in sight. “Can you see Y/N?”

“I can’t.”

“I feel like something’s wrong. She said she had a headache earlier, do you think she left?” Camila questioned. At her words, Brian turned to her with a white face.

“We should go find her. She’s got a heart condition- headaches aren’t a good sign.” He stated before quickly leaving with Camila following him. They could feel the fans around them staring at them and questioning their sudden need to leave.

“I didn’t know she had a heart condition.” She said as she trailed behind Brian in a rushed pace.

“She’s got an irregular heartbeat, I don’t remember the technical term. I was with Shawn once when it got really bad. It started off as a headache.” He explained. They rounded a corner and Camila let out a worried gasp.

“Oh my god.” Brian breathed out and quickly went to pick up your unconscious form.

“Is she still-” Camila didn’t even want to finish her question.

“Yes, come on.” He said. Now it was Camila’s turn to rush down the hall towards the on-site medical crew with Brian trailing along behind her, carrying you gently in his arms. As the medics rushed to get you secured in the ambulance, Camila turned to Brian.

“Should we tell Shawn?”

“He’ll cancel the entire show.” Brian replied with a sigh. “Camila, you go with Y/N. I’ll get Shawn there as soon as he’s off.” She nodded in response, “God, I hope she’s okay.”

“Me too.” Camila said before getting in the ambulance to sit with you.

~~~

Shawn was still upset when he got back to the main stage. You still weren’t there to see him. He wondered if maybe you got carried away hanging out with Camila and Brian, or maybe you took a nap in the dressing room somehow. He just hoped that you weren’t mad at him anymore. Worry took over his face as he stepped off the stage for a final time and saw Brian standing alone, no you and no Camila beside him. Shawn felt his heart drop as he looked at his friend’s saddened face.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“It’s Y/N, we need to go.” Brian said, ushering Shawn into the car.

“What happened to Y/N? Is she okay?”

“Camila and I found her unconscious in the hallway, she was on her way to see you for B stage. She had a headache, and Camila’s with her at the hospital right now.” Brian did his best to explain everything as Shawn sat beside him, shaking and trying not to have a full on panic attack at the thought of you in a hospital, “They, um, they say she had a stroke.”

“A stroke?” Shawn managed to mumble out. While the car was racing out of the arena’s parking lot, it still felt like it wasn’t moving at all to Shawn.

“It looks like a minor one. Camila’s been updating me.”

“My girlfriend had a stroke and you didn’t tell me until now. How long has she been gone?”

“Since B stage. We didn’t want you to worry right then. It was an impulse decision, I’m sorry.” Brian replied, feeling guilty about his choice. The rest of the ride was silent, and when they pulled up to the hospital, Shawn jumped out of the car before it was fully parked.

“Shawn!” Camila called down the hall to him and he ran over to her.

“Where is she? Is she okay now?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowed together as he looked to his friend for some sort of comfort.

“She’s resting right now.” She replied, opening the door quietly for him. Shawn wordlessly walked over to you and placed a small kiss on your forehead. He took one of your hands in his and sat down in the hospital chair beside your bed.

“What’d the doctors say?” Shawn asked, his voice just barely above a whisper. He had gone with you to several appointments for your condition, but he had never seen you like this and it absolutely broke him.

“She had a minor stroke. They ran some tests and there’s no brain damage. She should be fine now, but they want to wait until she wakes up to be certain. They’re also getting her some medication for her heartbeat.” Camila spoke softly and Shawn looked over to the heart monitor, watching as it kept an irregular pattern that was specific to you.

Ever since he’d met you, he loved hearing your heartbeat- it was unique only to you and one of the many qualities he loved about you; but he hated it at the same time. There wasn’t a cure and, in cases like this, all he could do is sit beside you and hope for the best. You just got medication after medication and there was nothing Shawn could do to help you, and all he wanted to do was to help you. He felt trapped in the moment as his eyes drifted over to you. You looked so helpless and Shawn was terrified.

Camila left the room, telling Shawn to get her if he needed her. He only nodded in response to her offer. A few moments of silence passed as Shawn watched you, his thumb rubbing over the back of your hand gently. He was still in his clothes from the concert, still sweaty and gross, but he couldn’t bear to leave you alone right now. You were far more important than his hygiene.

You let out a small sigh as you blinked your eyes open.

“Y/N, you’re awake.” Shawn stood up immediately and reached out both of his hands to carefully cup your face.

“What happened?” You asked quietly, placing one hand on top of his.

“You- you had a stroke and fainted. Camila and Brian found you and brought you here. I got here as soon as I could.” Before you could say anything else, he added. “I’m so sorry for earlier today. I-I didn’t want to tell you this, but I was buying you an engagement ring and it took ages to try to find the perfect one and-”

“Shawn, you’re not proposing while I’m in the hospital.” You said, narrowing your eyes at him.

“I was so scared I lost you.” His hands fell to hold yours completely as he sat on the edge of the bed.

“I’m sorry I was mad at you and that you had to ruin the surprise, but now you can at least surprise me with how you propose and when.” You smiled at him, making him smile.

“As long as you say ‘yes’, I’m fine with proposing whenever wherever.” He replied.

“I think you’ve got to propose before I make any promises.” You teased. “Shouldn’t we call the doctors in here?”

“Oh, right.” Shawn laughed, remembering now that Camila had also told him that very important piece of information. He pushed the button to call them in before pulling you in for a kiss.

“I love you.” You told him.

“I love you too.”

[soundwavereporting]

day 4 of @prowlweek! today’s prompt was ‘sensory’. 

it’s pre-cosmos/prowl/soundwave! if you’re inclined to read everything preceding this, you can do so here. if you don’t want to? the tl;dr is that prowl ended up on sanctuary station and he, cosmos, and soundwave are in the maddeningly slow process of getting together. 

this fic features absolutely terrible decisions, the most important of which is trying to make important life choices while drinking. anyone still uses the citrus scale, this fic is the cybertronian equivalent of a lime.

five half-lies and one full truth

1. 

If anyone asked (and he were inclined to actually answer) Soundwave would report that he didn’t remember who made the first move. He supposed, lying in a tangle of cables and the scent of ozone, he would have to tell Cosmos the truth. They both would. 

The truth was Prowl, optic bright with copper-infused engex and a sudden burst of bravery that would have put Optimus Prime to shame, had leaned over the desk and kissed him square on the mouth.

“Do you think…”

Soundwave had been in the process of taking another sip of engex, but as Prowl spoke, he paused leaving the glass frozen halfway between the desk and his mouth.

Prowl’s mind was…duller than usual. Toned down. And a little muddled.

But Soundwave still liked it.

Soundwave waited as Prowl mulled over his next words. It wasn’t impolite to take a drink when someone was thinking, was it?

Soundwave wasn’t sure. He could count the number of times he’d been a social drinker on one servo, and each and every instance he had been expected to sit on the other side of a desk and agree with whenever Ratbat said. That kind of social drinking wasn’t particularly conducive to actually drinking.

Hm.

“Things could have ended up differently, if I were you and you were me?”

“Yes.” A simple answer, though he knew that wasn’t the question Prowl meant to ask.

Prowl groaned and took another swig of engex. Soundwave could see the engex crackling in his mind. Watching it was…

Soundwave looked away.  

“If I were a Decepticon…” Prowl glared at his engex. “The war would’ve been over four million years ago.”

Soundwave nodded. He didn’t think Prowl actually wanted him to agree: calling someone like Prowl a Decepticon was a surefire way to get a punch in the face.

“That’s all I wanted to do,” Prowl muttered. “End the war. Save lives. Preferably both.”

Before Soundwave could respond, Prowl started talking again.

“Sorry. I’m not good company when I’m overcharged, am I.”

It wasn’t a question.

Soundwave looked up to watch the stormy clouds circling his head. Prowl frowned, and the scar on the bridge of his nose—

Soundwave heard his fans click on.

He looked away.

“I do not mind. Your—”

“My mind is nice,” Prowl said, though there was no malice in his words. He sounded confused, as though he had never heard those words applied to him before. That was strange—Soundwave knew for a fact that during their time as a gestalt, the Constructicons paid his mind compliments. Vocally and often.

Prowl finished off the glass and set it on Soundwave’s desk.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“My mind.” Prowl rested his elbows on the desk and leaned forward. Soundwave forced himself to meet Prowl’s optic. “Why do you like it so much?”

“I cannot tell you,” Soundwave said. “You know that.”

“But you can show me.”

2.

Prowl was the one who made the first move, but it was Soundwave who knocked the desk over. He had a moment to feel equal parts stupidly embarrassed and foolishly emotional, but any misgivings were quickly quashed by the feeling of Prowl’s mouth on his own.

They fell, tangled, to the floor. Prowl’s engine kicked up a notch, drowning out the sound of Soundwave’s gasp.

And now he was thinking about the desk. Soundwave pulled away to follow Prowl’s gaze—he was looking at the overturned furniture, thinking about flipping tables of all things, how Tumbler used to joke about bolting his desk down except Prowl was never sure if it was a joke or not and—

Soundwave kissed him again.

The distraction worked, but now Prowl was thinking about him, which was a wholly intimidating thought. Without a direct connection (which Soundwave really, really wanted, and was beginning to suspect Prowl really, really wanted as well) the beautiful lines and angles were fuzzy, muddled by noise and engex.

Soundwave loved them

He canceled the battle protocols that had activated when Prowl lunged and was treated to the sight of Prowl perched on top of him. One hand traced the edges of his tape deck—did he know it was sensitive, or was it just something to touch?

Soundwave imagined Prowl’s hand in him. Touching circuits no mech outside of his cassettes were supposed to see, much less touch, tracing the contours of his docking ports.

He shuddered, and sat up to mouth the cabling on Prowl’s neck and was rewarded with a gasp that felt…oddly deliberate. Genuine, but unsurprised.

He blinked.

Number cruncher floated across both their minds.

Were it not for the hot flash of red embarrassment that followed the phrase, Soundwave would never have considered it an insult.

Oh.

“You know what I am going to do,” Soundwave mumbled into Prowl’s neck. “You can predict it.”

“Within a—” Prowl yelped. He hadn’t seen Soundwave lift a hand to caress the sensory panels affixed to his back, Soundwave realized. “Reasonable margin of error.”

“If you can see it.”Soundwave felt the paneling twitch under his hand. Prowl nodded, and Soundwave tasted the sensation of being touched in the back of his throat. “What am I going to do next?”

“Uh.” Again, Soundwave felt the weight of Prowl’s stare come to rest on his frame.

Soundwave hoped he would remember this in the morning. The line between lowered inhibitions and stupid drunk was a thin one, but neither he nor Prowl had ingested enough engex to cross it.

Probably.

“Um.”

Soundwave traced the length of the sensors on Prowl’s back, an action that elicited a hastily-silenced moan. “Do you really want a comprehensive breakdown of your potential actions?”

“Maybe later.” Soundwave drank in the sharp certainty of Prowl’s mind. He’d never given Soundwave explicit permission to snoop, but at this particular moment…Prowl didn’t seem to care. He wondered, for a moment, if Prowl could become to his anchor.

His Ravage.

His Megatron.

He had hoped Cosmos might be willing to accept that role, but Cosmos was…ubiquitous. Cosmos was everywhere, and nowhere, too easily able to slip between Soundwave’s fingers.  

Prowl was clarity in a sea of static. And Cosmos was the static, cocooning him and caressing his spark, fierce and gentle and—

Cosmos was going to hate them.

Or worse…he would be hurt.

Soundwave kissed the edge of Prowl’s jaw and wished could stop thinking. Just for a moment.

They should stop. Right now. Stop and pull away and come back to this when Cosmos was around, and then they could be sensible about this.

Whatever was going on between them, Soundwave didn’t want to ruin it. Prowl didn’t want to ruin it.

None of them wanted to ruin it, and Soundwave and Prowl were about to do just that.

3.

“My turn,” Prowl whispered, and raised a brow as Soundwave obediently leaned back, feeling the chill of unheated metal against his plating.

“Told you to stay out of my head,” Prowl muttered, though his optic widened when Soundwave smiled.

“You don’t mean it. Not now.”

“Tomorrow, when I do,” Prowl leaned forward until their breaths came together in a dizzying, tantalizing mix of near-sensory overload. “What then?”

“Your thoughts will be your own.”

Prowl was far too heavy for Soundwave to even consider attempting to sit up, but he had no real inclination to try.

“We should—”

Soundwave heard a click and realized with a jolt of embarrassment that it had been his own interface protocols coming online. Prowl blinked, but didn’t seem particularly dissuaded.

He tried again.

“We should stop?”

Prowl froze.

“Cosmos,” was all Soundwave said, and Prowl nodded. But he didn’t move to get up, and Soundwave didn’t push the issue. Soundwave manually canceled the protocols and thanked the stars his cables hadn’t already unspooled—manually coaxing them back into his frame might have been slightly more embarrassment than he could handle.

“If you are willing,” Prowl said slowly. “I would still like to know how you see things.”

A little too quickly, Soundwave nodded.

4.

“…oh.”

Soundwave felt his lips twitch. Prowl had gone still on top of him as his mind struggled to process the new wave of sensory data. Soundwave didn’t dare move or touch Prowl for fear of eliciting more sensation than his processor could comfortably handle.

“It’s a lot.”

Prowl steadied himself on Soundwave’s chassis, and nodded. Soundwave peeled back another layer of firewalls.

“It is.”  

The tenuous connection between them was just enough for Soundwave to get a glance at the blurry lines and numbers. Idly, Soundwave tugged at the cable connecting him to Prowl—as much as he would have relished the chance to be invited into Prowl’s mind and spend a few blissful minutes immersed in angles and pure data, this was for Prowl.

The very notion of someone (Prowl) wanting to see in his mind had Soundwave feeling a unique mixture of elation and nauseating anxiety. His fuel tank cramped painfully at the mere notion of rejection, but Prowl—

“Shh.” More gently than he thought Prowl—anyone, save for perhaps Ravage—capable of, Prowl touched the spot on his armor just above his fuel tank. “I understand. I think.”

Immediately, Soundwave relaxed. Several layers of stress-induced color that Soundwave had forgotten about faded. As he looked up at Prowl, the world became dizzyingly clear. Soundwave allowed Prowl to bypass every firewall save for the ones keeping guard over his vital functions. Mentally, he lay back and watched Prowl peruse his datafiles. Amusement zipped across their connection as he realized Prowl was going through his most recent memories, lingering over his reaction to Prowl predicting Soundwave’s movements.

Prowl frowned.

The colors snapped back into existence.

“I’m not going to be Megatron,” Prowl snapped.

5.

“It is not like that.” But Prowl knew that, didn’t he. He was in Soundwave’s head. At that moment, Prowl knew him better than any mech ever had. Except—

“Stop thinking about him.”

“Apologies.” But he hadn’t yanked Soundwave’s cable out of his waist port. Desperately, Soundwave clung to that fact.

“I’m not here to be your leader,” Prowl snapped, saying the word leader like someone might say the word incurable, late-stage cosmic rust. “No. Full stop.”

“Not like that.” But they all had been leaders, hadn’t they? Ravage had led him from the Dead End, showed him a new way of existing that wasn’t just survival. And Megatron had led him far, far beyond what he once would have deemed acceptable. “It helps,” Soundwave offered. “To have someone to focus on. Someone strong. Unique.”

“You said you would stay out of my head.” Prowl’s voice was quiet.

“And I will.”

To Soundwave, the truth smelled like ozone. And Prowl knew it.

Prowl snorted.

“You really like my mind, don’t you.”

Dumbly, Soundwave nodded.

+1

Soundwave felt Prowl give in.

He watched as Prowl leaned forward to rest his elbows on the glass of Soundwave’s chest. Not for the first time, Soundwave was glad the cassettes were out for the night and wouldn’t be expecting him back at the habsuite.

“We shouldn’t have done this.” Prowl made no move to get up. Soundwave watched as he wrapped the cable around his finger, then let it unwind. “Not without…”

Prowl gave up all pretense of respectability and slumped against Soundwave.

“This is hard,”  Prowl mumbled into Soundwave’s shoulder. Soundwave hummed an acknowledgement. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Neither do I.”

He didn’t feel particularly better after admitting it. Enough of the engex had worn off that they were beginning to feel tired—and more than a little awkward.

He wondered how many times they would have to do this dance of engex and lowered inhibitions, only to be countered by the uncomfortable reality of sobriety. It wasn’t that getting drunk with Prowl wasn’t nice (in more ways than one) but…

Soundwave moved to sit up. Prowl groaned his assent and began to slide off, but Soundwave shook his head.

Prowl was very nearly too big to comfortably sit in Soundwave’s lap.

He didn’t mind.

“Tell me,” Soundwave said, and Prowl looked up. “What am I going to do next?”

“Oh.” Prowl blinked, registering the question Soundwave had pushed over their connection. “Oh. Er, yes. I suppose.”

He tasted like gritty engex.

But Prowl liked gritty engex, and Soundwave liked Prowl, so Soundwave supposed it was alright.

[fluroholographic]

~ tag game ~

okay guys i was tagged by @honeybooboothefool so let get into it

rules: answer the question and tag some friends

1. nickname: I don’t have a nickname but I have had a follower on here that used to call me Z 🖤

2. zodiac sign: Sagittarius 

3. height: around 5′2

4. hogwarts house: I am not a harry potter fan lmao I can’t be fucked figuring that one out haha!!!

5. the last thing i googled: I don’t really google that much lol

6. a song stuck in my head: lately its cosmos midnight’s new song yesteryear and rain on me by lady gaga and ariana grande 

7. number of followers: 1,490

8. amount of sleep i get in a night: 8 to 10 hours sleep, I am one tired girl especially during the winter right now!!!

9. lucky number: I don’t have a lucky number but I really like the number 7 and I see a lot of 11:11 on the time on my phone tho

10. dream job: A artsy entrepreneur or work in retail 

11. what i’m currently wearing: Silvery shimmer socks, black high waisted leggings, a black merino long sleeve top and another long sleeve top that’s cropped with a front neck zipper that I wear in my newer selfies 

12. favorite song: ever? love it if we made it by the 1975, midnight city by m83, so far away by charli xcx and radioactive by Marina

13. favorite instrument: synthesizer 

14. favorite author: I am not a bookworm so I don’t have a fave author

15. favorite animal noise: cats making that chirpy pigeon esqe sound when they feel comfortable with you  😍

16. my aesthetic: I love minimalism, futurism, grids, black and white with pastel colours, brutalist concrete buildings, green houses, greenery, colour blocking, neon lighting installations, cyberwave and anything relating outer space and aliens 🖤👽

17. random fact: I collect funko pop figurines, I really love pancakes and I loooooove cats sooooo much!!!!!! I tag @y2k-lesbian @post-futurism @fadedkawasaki @girls-andcats and @m-kv If you all guys are up for it , and if you weren’t tagged in this and see this you can defo do this as well 🖤

[easilydistractedbyfanfic]

Author Tags

Tagged by @asroarke @octannibal-blake @youleftme-clarke 

Thanks for the tag, ladies! 🌼🌼🌼

Gonna tag a few more writers but fyi they aren’t all in the t100 fandom - @ghostmontygreen @osleyakomwonkru @awesomenell65 @jarleene @bettsfic @arysafics @bellofthesky @cosmo-k-i-d @kinetic-elaboration @star-sky-earth @wanderleave @callmehux @smilinstar @badnovels @chaarlieweasley @agreytracksuit  and anyone else who would like to participate!!

Check ‘em all out & you’ll be glad you did!

Fandoms You Write for: The 100. I’ve been writing for 15 months, and this is my first - and so far only - fandom for it, though I’ve been a fanfic reader for centuries now. 

Where you post:  AO3 and very rarely, here on tumblr

Most popular one shot: Assessment which I wrote as an alternate canon story after 5x07 because I wanted Murphy to go back for Raven in Shallow Valley. 

Most popular Multi-Chapter: Only Then You’ll See. This is my alternate S6 story, set after they wake up from cryo. It’s currently 78k and 16 chapters, and it’s got a little bit of everyone in it, though it is primarily a Raven/Murphy fic. I haven’t finished this one as quickly as I - or everyone kind enough to read it - would like, but this WILL be my focus for NaNoWriMo this November and I hope to complete it then! Cross your fingers and I am READY!

Favorite story you wrote: This is really tough, because I genuinely do love everything I write, simply because I had the motivation to do it and it was a story I felt like I needed to tell. I have said this before, but I am proud of What You Need, because it is darker than anything else I’d previously written and really taught me that I’m not confined to a particular box when I write. I also really have a soft spot for my Project Insight series. There’s 1 completed work in it now, and I do have a plan for a second story at some point. I like it because I really started playing around with some sci-fi ideas in this one and it lets me explore some of the Becca & ALIE technology that I am so curious about. 

Story you were nervous to post: Aw, jeez, for SURE For Your Own Good, which is definitely my least popular story, LOL! It seriously pushed my own boundaries, it’s definitely in the bad-wrong column (and I wrote it from a t100 Kink Meme prompt), and it’s not one I necessarily go back and reread much either... but, I’m overall happy with it, all things considered! I wanted to see if I could take a really awkward situation that I wasn’t exactly comfortable with myself and still make it feel like a Murven story, and IMHO, I did that, and I feel like I did it in a way that was true to my fave characters and the storyline (such that it is, ha!). 

How do you choose your titles: Sometimes song lyrics, definitely. And I really love the way Raven & Murphy look at each other so a lot of my titles are inspired by phrases that suggest vision or seeing in some way. 

Do you outline: Yes and no? I don’t think what I do is a serious outline, but it’s my version of it. I have a general sense of the beginning, middle & end of a story, but I’m overall more of a ‘pantser’ than a ‘plotser’. I’m pretty lucky in that inspiration just seems to STRIKE me with these two. 

Complete number of stories: 24, all on ao3, all of ‘em Raven & Murphy centered but I do throw a bunch of other couples in there too

In progress: 2 current WIPs on ao3, but lots, lots, LOTS more on my computer. And what feels like a million ideas....

Do you accept prompts: Yeah, I mean I don’t really go around asking for them, but my inbox is always open! I can’t say for sure that I’ll write every idea, but I do love the Murven fans out there who very thoughtfully & enthusiastically read what I put out, and I’d love to try and make people happy, so if you have a prompt, feel free to share it! Just know that even if I don’t get to it right away, it’s because I mostly write the story that is most urgent in my head. 

Upcoming Story you are most excited about: Oh man oh man oh man! Part of me doesn’t even want to type this out because I AM so excited to write it, but I’m forcing myself to complete both of my current WIPs BEFORE I start this one! I had an idea for an alternate S6 that starts about 3 months before they all wake up from cryo. As we know, Alpha was not the only settlement that Eligius III established - and what if one of those settlements picked up on the movement of the Eligius IV before everyone woke up? Eek, I’m really excited about this one - of course it will be Murven-centered, but this fic will have more Octavia than I’ve written before and I’m absolutely going to have her paired with Niylah. I seriously cannot WAIT to get started on this one!!! I hope everybody will like it - I have not seen this concept before although granted I mostly read Murphy/Raven so I don’t know everything that’s out there.