#I literally don't have time this week to do it but I will sacrifice sleep if I must

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

I'm probs going to go on suuuuuuuch a rant when RoR comes out ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Ahhhh save me Realms Collide writers! SAVE MY FUCKING ASS! I don't care if you're an alt timeline DO ME AND KYOSHI/RANGI JUSTICE DAMNIT TT0TT

[freeabortionslol]

꧁•⊹٭𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜٭⊹•꧂

(a lake house series fic)

pairings: quinn hughes x reader summary: just a few lil things showcasing the little things quinn does for his sunshine warnings: none! a/n: here's me spoiling the Quinn lovers (I promise I'm not biased pls believe me) anyways...this idea just popped into my head and I HAD to make it. wc: 1k lake house series masterlist

when you're apart

✰ calls throughout the week. whether he's busy or not, he will always find time to pick up his phone and give you a call. whether you need it or not, quinn just wants to hear your voice whenever he gets the opportunity.

✰ sends flowers to your door/work if he knows your week has been rough. you're loved and he wants you to know that.

✰ if your staying with one of the other guys, quinn will call them and give them a pep talk along the lines of "if she gets hurt or if anything happens to her, you're dead."

✰ if you don't pick up your phone, he'll opt to send you a voice memo. normally he's complaining to you about practice or telling you a story, but sometimes he does it just to say "i miss you. come visit soon please."

✰ snapchats, snapchats, snapchats, and more snapchats. no doubt the two of you have the most insane streak (though its not longer than the one you have with jack). quinn will send you any little snap of where he is, what he's doing, the scenery in vancouver and literally anything else.

when you're together

✰ cold? cole took over your bed? just don't wanna sleep alone? no problem! quinn's bed is always open for your company, and he makes sure you know that. he'll let you lay your head on his chest while he traces patterns on your back, even if it means he has to sacrifice sleeping on his side. though, when you wake up you often notice the position changed. lying facing each other, legs tangled, his arms wrapped around your body, sometimes even your foreheads pressed together. but that's some deeper feeling we can talk about another day!

✰ if you're sitting close by and he notices even the slightest shiver, or you're wrapping your arms around your body, he will silently go to his bedroom and return with one of his hoodies. he knows he won't get it back, but he just loves the way you look in it. and you love the way the scent of his cologne lingers slightly on every article of clothing.

✰ when guiding you through crowded spaces, his hand rests lightly on the small of your back. just enough to steer you gently, the gesture holding a hint of protectiveness.

✰ in the early morning, quinn knows how the summer sunlight can be harsh on your eyes and he knows how much you treasure your beauty sleep. being the early bird he is, the first thing he does is walk up to your room and close your curtains before the sun interrupts your sleep. he won't admit it, but he'll admire your comfortable state for a moment, letting a warm smile spread across his face before heading out.

✰ when passing each other in the hallway, quinn will grab your hand for a half second and give it a subtle squeeze before continuing on. no words, just a little reassuring back and forth thing he started between the two of you.

✰ quinn is the king of slow dancing in the kitchen late at night. everyone else already gone to bed, soft music humming from the speaker, just the two of you in the dark looking for a late night snack. he knows how much you love it, how special it makes you feel so he'd do it in a heartbeat. he also doesn't mind swaying back and forth with your head on his shoulder.

✰ a long day on the lake means your shoulders are bound to tense up. quinn is quick to offer himself, letting you lay back against him on the couch as he gently massages your shoulders. it's not flimsy or bad, it's the kind of massage that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

✰ if you're in jeans, distracted or zoning out into your own thoughts, quinn might hook a finger lightly into your belt loop, gently pulling you back toward him.

✰ if there's a spider in your room, you always scream quinn's name first. when he arrives you immediately climb up him like a tower, shoving your face into his shoulder as he stomps on it. "see? it's so little. it can't hurt you."

✰ during a lively dinner where everyone is talking over each other, laughing, being obnoxiously loud- quinn will give your hand a small squeeze. just something to say i'm here, i notice you

✰ if you happen to fall asleep on the couch or in a chair, quinn will motion for everyone in the room to stay quiet and let you rest. if trevor and jack start getting loud, he'll shush them immediately. he'll always get you a blanket, maybe even an extra pillow or two.

✰ if you're anxious or nervous about something, quinn might lean in to gently press his forehead against yours. no big gestures, just the quiet comfort of understanding. "everything's gonna be alright. i've got you."

✰ if you're asleep in your room and quinn gets a life360 notification that you're phone is about to die, he'll go up to your room to plug it in for you. just so you won't have to scramble in the morning when your phone is dead.

✰ when you take a shower after a day on the lake, quinn will throw a towel in the dryer for you just to make sure it's nice and warm when you get out. he knocks twice on the door when he hears the shower turn off, letting you know the towel will be waiting outside.

✰ if a strand of hair falls into your face while you're reading, quinn will tuck it behind your ear. a small gesture to show that he cares without interrupting what you're doing.

✰ quinn's always the first person in the house you go to when you need a necklace or bracelet put on. he handles it with such care, his knuckles grazing lightly over your skin as he attaches the clasp.

✰ the couch is known to be you and quinn's spot during movie nights. sure, there could be room for a third person, but you and quinn could never give up lying down. you rest your head near his shoulder, having to lay almost your entire body on him with the limited space of the couch. his hand softly rubs your back/shoulder throughout the course of the movie, lulling you further and further into sleep.

[darth-jess]

Anidala rant

Alright I really don't understand people saying that Anakin didn't actually love Padmé, he was just obsessive and then used her as an excuse to get more power.

First off, love in general is just a tad bit obsessive okay? I'm a bit obsessed with my husband, I love him, he's amazing. You have to be a little obsessive to have the courage to bear your heart and soul to someone who you are absolutely NOT supposed to be with. Also, can we talk about the fact that after Padmé "rejected" him he totally backed down? I mean he still loved her, but he wasn't going to push it anymore until she admitted that she loved him too.

Also…ANAKIN LITERALLY SACRIFICES HIS SOUL because he can't bear the thought of living without her. If it isn't clear enough in the movies (it is crystal clear) then the Revenge of the Sith novelization makes it even more so. He is genuinely horrified when he discovers that his friend, the Chancellor has been a Sith Lord this whole time, and multiple times he wishes Obi-wan was there with him because Anakin is so confused and has no idea what to do. And the ONLY reason he goes back to "save" Palpatine is because he can't let Palpatine die without learning how to save Padmé.

EVEN WHEN MACE IS FIGHTING PALPATINE Anakin wants Palpatine to BE ARRESTED. The only time Anakin moves against Mace Windu is when Mace is about to kill Palpatine, who has convinced Anakin that he is the only one who has the knowledge to save Padmé.

His turning to the Dark Side has nothing to do with power, and solely to do with wanting to save his wife from certain death. Dude was literally about to leave the Jedi Order, and he honestly didn't care anymore about being granted the rank of Master. The only reason he NEEDED the rank so badly is because he wanted to look up stuff in the Jedi archives ways he could possibly save Padmé, but only Jedi Masters were able to access some of these files. Add in the fact that his nightmares had made it impossible for him to sleep for literal days (weeks?) before the battle in the Chancellor's office.

Even when he's choking her on Mustafar, it's not because he never loved her, it's because he is in so much pain. All he sees is that the woman he loves most in the world, the woman he has sacrificed everything for and destroyed his soul for, WANTS HIM DEAD. Which of course isn't true, but why else would she have brought Obi-wan with her? He chokes her because every one of her words is a dagger, he feels betrayed and he can't listen to it anymore or he'll shatter. –This is not an excuse for any kind of abuse, but you have to understand the emotional turmoil he is going through. This is also not an argument that what he did was RIGHT in any way after turning to the Dark Side, but you do have to see how his actions (to him, at least) make perfect sense and that NONE of his actions hint at the fact that he either didn't love her or stopped loving her. He loved her even as Vader, he loved her forever.

Anyway, sorry, I've been reading the ROTS novelization and I'm almost done with it and I'm sad and emotional.

[moonlit-stay]

Kinktober 2024 ▪ Day 24

▪ Pairing: Lee Felix x Female Reader

▪ Kink: Praise

▪ Genre: Fluff and Smut

▪ Word Count: 2.4k

▪ Warnings: Soft!Dom Felix, Sub!Fem Reader, established relationship, praise, fingering (f. receiving), unprotected sex, creampie

▪ Other Warnings: mentions of and consumption of food

▪ Please let me know if I missed anything

Color(s) Of This Fic: Pale Sepia Yellow and Soft Wheat <3

If you are under the age of 18, please do not interact with this fic. This fic contains inappropriate content and is strictly 18+

Everything in not only this event, but all of my work in general is consensual. Even if not stated within the work.

Enjoy :)

There is something so undeniably empowering about being a hardworking woman in a relationship with an equally as hardworking man.

You and Felix have been together for years, and through those years, you both have witnessed each of the highs and lows that have come with not only your own career paths, but each other's, as well.

Both of your careers are demanding and relentless at times, but you and Felix have figured it out as you've gone and managed to establish a stable balance between your work and home lives when the tides are calm. Sometimes, when things get hectic with either your work projects or Felix's comebacks, the balance falters. For times like those, you both have learned to go with the grain, rather than against it, and now, even in the most hectic moments, there's balance.

You both put your all into what you do, and sometimes, that comes with sacrifices, but those sacrifices feel oddly bearable with such a strong and reliable support system that is based off of unconditional love.

You and Felix always uplift each other and encourage one another through your careers, even if there are little to no similarities between your careers. This has led to watching each other inevitably achieve accomplishment after accomplishment as you both quite literally dominate your respective industries.

For you, there is nothing that compares to watching your longtime boyfriend accept awards with his members on some of the biggest stages in the world. His excitement and happiness in those moments brings you peace and makes your heart sing of happiness of your own. Seeing his group headline some of the biggest events and festivals in the music industry will never feel any less than surreal. Performing in front of thousands of people, doing what they love, all while making history in the industry is something you can honestly say you will never get tired of seeing.

For Felix, watching you work tirelessly on these big work projects for both the improvement and expansion of your company inspires him while his heart swells with pride. He's lost count of how many times he drifted off to sleep without you by his side, sleeping almost peacefully as you work endlessly, all for him to wake up the next morning to find you still working without an ounce of rest.

Unfortunately for your wellbeing and Felix's heart, this has been your reality off and on for the past two months. With your skill set and position within your company, you were tasked with an expansion project a couple months back. If all went well, this project would expand the company's influence and reputation within your industry drastically, opening a gateway of opportunities for both yourself, and your colleagues.

You've been stressed, malnourished, dehydrated, sleep deprived, overwhelmed, and overworked since the second week you spent working on this. Felix has helped out as much as he possibly could whenever he could, doing what he can to make sure you don't work yourself six feet into the ground.

He brought you more water than you could drink, just to make sure you had enough close by to keep you hydrated. He often brought home dinner for you both to share, succeeding in pulling you away from your work long enough to eat together most nights, but sometimes he would just eat quietly beside you and keep you company while you worked. There have been about a week's worth of nights he's pulled you into bed with him as he listened to your protests, only for you to fall asleep the second your head rested against his chest.

Your deadline for this project is in a week, and you let out a deep, relaxed sigh as you finalize the last of your work. Felix is standing right behind you, his hands carefully placed on your shoulders as he gently kneads at the tense muscles. You lean back into his touch, letting your eyes close momentarily as the encumbering weight on your shoulders of all this finally eases.

You reluctantly open your eyes, saving the finished project to your files with a wide smile. Felix mirrors your smile as he watches the save confirmation window appear on your computer screen.

"It's done, it's finally done." You breathe out, feeling internally calm for the first time in almost a full two months.

"You did it, baby!" Felix quietly exclaims, pulling you into him for a hug. "I'm so proud of you, angel, you did so well."

"I still have to present it, Lixie." You giggle in response, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "It's not over yet."

"You'll do amazing with that, too." Felix explains softly, running his hands along your back. "I just know it."

You don't think you've had the chance to thank him for all his efforts to keep you healthy and sane, but you know you'll have more than enough time to make up for worrying him once this is all said and done.

You manage to schedule the presentation the next day, your confidence running high after you review each of the details, and when the presentation goes smoothly, you don't think you can get any happier.

Until you do.

After your presentation, you continue your workday as you normally do, and after a few hours have gone by, you're called back to the conference room you presented in. To say you're anxious is an understatement, but those nerves quickly settle when you walk into the conference room and are met with only your boss waiting for you.

She quickly motions you into the room before she goes over the details of your presentation. She knew she wouldn't regret assigning this task to you, but she was absolutely blown away by what you had produced. Therefore, she knew there was no mistake in promoting you only a few hours after your presentation.

The sheer happiness that courses through you at the news is overwhelming in all the best ways, and the only coherent thought in your mind is telling Felix.

You finish your workday and all but race home, quickly grabbing your things and making a beeline for your front door. You hurriedly walk inside, letting all your things gently clash to the floor before you call Felix.

"Lix?" You call out, only being met with silence before you call out again. "Lix!"

You hear clattering in the distance before Felix races out to you, stopping dead in his tracks before he begins slowly walking towards you.

"How'd it go, what happened?" You can hear the hint of excitement in his voice as he asks, and you get the overwhelming urge to leap into his arms...so, you do.

He immediately knows everything went well. If your body language wasn't a sign clear as day, then your excited giggles surely are.

"I got a promotion!" You tell him, feeling the excitement bubble in your chest all over again now that you've told him.

You watch his eyes widen as his jaw drops before he breaks out into a bright, wide smile. He pulls you back into a hug as he rocks you back and forth.

"Oh my God!" He exclaims, matching your level of excitement like it's second nature. "I'm so proud of you, baby. There's no one more deserving of this, really."

"Thank you, Lixie." You reply, feeling fully at ease as you relax into his hold.

You pull away from him to look into his eyes. As always, they mirror yours, beaming with love and pure happiness as you lean in to press your lips to his. The kiss is slow and soft, a gentle caress as you feel every ounce of stress slowly bleed from your body. You break the kiss to catch your breath, staring into Felix's warm brown eyes as you do so.

He can't help but pull you back into him, reconnecting your lips in a kiss that's just as slow, but not as soft. He's missed you, more than he can put into words, and he finds himself needing as much of you as he can get now that you're temporarily free of responsibility. You melt into each of his gentle touches, craving more of him as his hands find purchase on your waist.

Without breaking the kiss, he slowly walks you both towards your shared room, letting his hands carefully strip you of each article of your clothing. You're quick to do the same, unbothered by the trail of clothes that leads from your front door to the foot of your bed as you sit at the edge of the soft surface, slowly moving further back as you bring Felix with you. He moves seamlessly with you, hovering over your beautifully laid out body as he trails his kisses from your lips to your jaw.

Your hands are quick to tangle in his long blonde locks, keeping him close as he pulls one of your thighs up to his hip. You let out a soft gasp when his lips hit your neck, feeling him smirk against you before his lips trail up to just below your ear.

"M'so proud of you, baby." He lowly whispers to you, enjoying the way you shudder at the sound of his voice. "Worked so, so hard, hm?"

You nod in response, feeling him smile against you as his right hand slowly trails down your body. He lets his fingers dance along your inner thighs, staying away from where you need him most while his other hand kneads at your tits.

"You did, didn't you, angel?" You nod once again, your breathing uneven as his fingers finally press against your clit, rubbing small circles into the bud. "My hardworking baby deserves a reward, don't you think?"

Before you can respond, he stuffs two fingers inside you, tearing a choked moan out of you as your hands fly to grip at his biceps. He slowly pumps his digits in and out of your heat, curling his fingers every time he's knuckles deep inside you.

You let out a breathless moan, your hips rolling forward to get his fingers inside you quicker. He takes the hint, sliding his digits against your walls quicker until he's reached the pace that he knows will have you cumming around his digits in no time.

"Lix-" you choke out, your moans cutting you off as your legs try to close around Felix's hand.

"It's okay, baby, I've got you." He quietly soothes, keeping both your legs pressed against his hips. "Just relax for me, angel."

It takes a few more times of his fingertips pressing against your walls just right for you to cum around his fingers. Your moans broken and high-pitched as your thighs shake against Felix.

"You're so sensitive, angel." Felix breathes out, watching your walls repeatedly clench around his fingers. "It's been too long, hasn't it, baby?"

"Way too long." You answer breathlessly, watching him wrap his hand around the base of his length before he slides his tip through your folds.

He drags the head of his cock against you as slow as he can stand, gathering your arousal before he positions himself at your entrance. He slowly pushes into you, feeling you wrap your legs around him and pull him closer to you as he sinks deeper inside you until he bottoms out.

Neither of you can help the shaky moans that leave your lips, a feeling this good that you've both been deprived of for far too long has both your minds feeling fuzzy. Felix shallowly thrusts into you, desperate for some kind of friction before he pulls almost all the way out of you and thrusts all the way back into you a second later.

His mind goes blank, all coherent thoughts leaving his brain as his body works on autopilot, thrusting into you the way he knows you like at a slow pace. He feels you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer until his face is buried in your neck. He angles his hips upward, thrusting into you until he finds that spot that has you tightening around him like a vice, and when he does, he makes sure to hit that spot with every thrust.

"Oh my god-" you moan out, clawing at his soft skin as your eyes roll back. "Faster, Lixie, please."

Felix follows your words immediately, dancing to the sound of your beautiful noises as they increase in volume and pitch when his hips speed up. He can feel the gentle throb of your walls around him, and it makes him feel lightheaded as the gentle throb only grows to be less gentle the closer you get to your high.

Neither of you are going to last much longer, especially after going so long without feeling each other, and you both know it. You feel Felix snake his hand between your thighs, rubbing at your bundle of nerves as his thrusts grow sporadic.

"Fuck! Don't stop, Lix, please-" you mewl out, your eyes rolling back at the pleasure as your back arches off the bed.

"Don't plan on it, baby, not until you cum around my cock." He groans out, feeling you clench around him.

"Please, need it so bad," you moan out, your legs tightening around him as you cling to him. "Please, please, please-"

With a few more thrusts, you're cumming around Felix's length, your bare chest pressed firmly against his own as your back arches and your legs shake. Fireworks go off behind your closed eyes as sharp gasps and loud, choked moans spill past your lips endlessly. The sight of you cumming around his length after so long, along with the feeling of your walls hugging his cock as they pulse is enough to send Felix over the edge. His hips pressing flush against yours as he cums deep inside you with shaky moans.

He collapses against you for only a minute before he turns you both onto your sides, pulling you impossibly closer as he holds you while you both slowly come down from your highs and regain control of your breathing.

Felix wants to savor this moment for as long as it'll last, keeping you tucked safely in his embrace where he knows you're happy and taken care of. This has always meant a lot to him, but after watching you put yourself through torture to achieve this incredible milestone for two months, it feels extra important to him.

He wants to start you a warm bath and share a meal with you, without the presence of work, but when he hears your breathing even and calm, your body limp and relaxed as you sleep soundly in his arms, he knows that'll have to wait until another time.

For now, he'll settle for this, and in this moment, it's more than enough.

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Released: October 24th, 2024

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[mymanyfandomramblings]

Mabel's perspective in Sock Opera is equally, if not more sympathetic than Dipper's: An Essay

Most people generally wouldn't consider Mabel to have a terribly sympathetic plotline in Sock Opera, even those of us who don't necessarily feel that she's horribly selfish. I think that's because, from a narrative perspective, her plotline is (as it so often is) shafted in favour of Dipper's, and from a viewer's perspective, Dipper's makes more sense. We, as viewers want to know who the author is. We, as viewers, know that Gabe is inevitably going to turn out to be some variety of impossible, and we know that the Author of the Journals is a major mystery. However, from Mabel's perspective, none of this is true, because she doesn't have the luxury of knowing she is in a TV show. Even if you take out Gabe, her perspective still makes perfect sense.

At the beginning of summer, Dipper found this journal, and Mabel has generally been pretty happy to go along with his adventures as the journal has led them, but it's clear she doesn't have the same degree of fascination with it. Maybe she may have been a little intrigued by who the Author is, she's probably a bit curious, but not to the same extent. By the time of Sock Opera, she's probably reasonably ready for the Journal fixation to be over, considering that they nearly all got killed by a shapeshifter trying to find the author. She knows that trying to investigate the author is dangerous--Stan warned them away from the supernatural, they've all nearly died multiple times, but Dipper cannot be stopped. And now Dipper has decided to spend hours and hours and hours, forgoing sleep, sitting in front of a screen, typing in passwords. The fact that Mabel tries to drag him away from it is a good thing--anyone with a relative who spends excessive amounts of time in front of a computer can tell you that. Generally, having someone close to you become deeply fixated to the point of obsession with anything can be challenging, however in Mabel's case, Dipper has become obsessed to the point of prioritising getting into the laptop above anything, and this isn't just a regular hyperfixation: this is a hyperfixation that has nearly gotten them both (plus their loved ones) nearly killed multiple times in the last few weeks. It's absolutely the responsible, good thing for Mabel to do to not enable that behaviour.

And then if you add the puppet show back into the equation, then yes, it is kind of ridiculous of Mabel to put on a whole show of that kind of magnitude just for a boy (regardless of whether the boy deserves it), however, as viewers we must accept that this is, in fact, thoroughly within character for Mabel, who is kind of ridiculous. Any kind of production of that size is a huge commitment, especially if you've given yourself a week to work, and I'm not remotely bothered by the fact that Mabel has to get everyone involved on this. And to Mabel's credit, she does try to help Dipper as soon as he appears to her in puppet form, she just isn't immediately willing to stop the show. Back in high school, my drama class did a play that I mostly wrote, mostly managed and also had a small acting role in (yes, I was an overachiever in drama), and let me tell you, it would have taken a lot to have gotten me to call off the show halfway through, much less publicly sabotage it. A demon threatening the lives of one of my siblings? Probably yes. That probably would have done it. And Mabel does allow the thing that she poured blood, sweat and tears into to go literally up in flames in front of everyone, once she realises that's what she has to do (and personally, I don't think that there's anything wrong with not immediately being willing to drop everything for this. It's not like Dipper doesn't dig in his heels about doing what's best until the very last possible second). I don't know why people insist it's not 'technically a sacrifice', because while, yes, obviously Dipper's life was more important, and she 100% made the right choice, it's not easy to wreck something you worked hard on in front of people.

All this is to say that although it's easy to become irritated at Mabel during this episode because she's hindering Dipper's ability to figure out who the author is, it's also very easy not to realise that she has a thoroughly reasonable perspective, simply because the narrative puts greater emphasis and attention of Dipper's perspective.

[kitorin]

how they react when they catch you simping for a fictional character

pairings. shidou ryusei x gn!reader, itoshi rin x m!reader, mikage reo x gn!reader (separate)

contents. crack, smau, a sexual joke and a half (it's just ryusei being ryusei) shinonome akito slander (I'M SORRY I PROMISE I LOVE HIM BUT RIN DOESN'T), exposing my taste in men, written all in lowercase, spoilers for sounds of a summer event (project sekai)

a/n. i thought of this bc i questioned if i liked rin or akito more 😭, and sorry for rin's being so long since i had the most ideas for him :>. i also have no confidence with crack so please bear with me and it's my first smau

shidou ryusei - seong taehoon (how to fight / viral hit)

when he caught you gawking at the new viral hit chapter, taehoon specifically, he immediately joined you (as he should)

he straight up yelled "smash" at that one scene where taehoon's snacking and he's wearing a tight shirt so you can see all of his muscles

he begs you to re read the series with them, and now you two read each update every week together, fully engaged in the story and taehoon's abs

attempts to recreate all of taehoon's kicks (i headcanon that does taekwondo and has a black belt :>), proudly shows them off to you, with a huge grin on his face (please fawn over him too)

also extensively practices so he can show them off by incorporating them into soccer somehow (doesn't matter if it ain't practical he just wants to impress you), and if he ever has to use them on anyone making you uncomfortable

he probably has a folder in his gallery dedicated to every panel he loves (which is basically all) and recreates his absolute favs (with you as his photographer)

makes a lot of jokes about being in love with taehoon (so do you), but he'd stop them if they made you uncomfortable, and reassures you that a drawing can't compare to how sweet, amazing and perfect you are

honorable mentions to baek seongjun being his second favourite

wants you to do taekwondo as well cause now he has a thing for it after discovering taehoon

"i swear to god men who do taekwondo and can actually fight are so hot,"

"isn't that you?"

"... you don't agree with me...?"

"no you have a brilliant point"

itoshi rin - shinonome akito (project sekai)

during the sounds of a summer festival event you spent so much time glued to your phone, full combo-ing literally every hard, expert, and master song you possibly could, leveling up all character ranks, sacrifice countless of hours of sleep (if it's for akito it's very much worth it), and even contemplate spending money

you even tweeted about how badly you need him

rin notices the bags under your eyes, and the lack of sleep you had been getting, he's worried and when he asks you you're too focused on the event story to even register what he says, as you're on the brink of sobbing at young akito and ena

he observes as well, and immediately is jealous of how much of your attention this fictional character was receiving from you

as you're about to spend another few hours grinding, he stops you

"dumbass you need to sleep, and give your eyes a break"

"no i don't, i need summer festival akito,"

"who and what?"

soon you're rambling on how much akito's backstory and struggles already hurt, and how wholesome yet painful the event story was, with akito quitting soccer and ena encouraging him to give music a try, and it only nurtures rin's envy

"you're going to cry for a ginger guy who quit soccer and started his ambition because of his older sister? how lukewarm,"

"yes i am?? and he looked cute as a child and now he's a pretty boy with the best vocals. their event cards are beautiful too i need them. didn't you start soccer because of sae anyways?"

"tch"

"rin... are you jealous?"

"... no, i just don't get what you see in this idiot. i never quit soccer when it got hard and i know how to persevere, i don't give up, i don't experience despair when someone's better than me-"

"so you're jealous,"

"no"

"rin you always have and always will be my number 1. akito can't do anything you've done for me, and can't even compare to how pretty you are,"

"damn right,"

despite being salty, he still installs the game to read the stories, out of pure curiosity and wants to understand what kind of stuff you like

he ends up adoring ena and akito's relationship (the supportive part only ofc), as well as tsukasa and saki's (and secretly wishes sae was as affectionate as shizuku since she reminds him of sae in the past)

you do not shut up when you seem him struggle with hitorinbo envy on master

"I THOUGHT YOU SAID AKITO WAS LUKEWARM,"

"he is, i was just curious why you liked the stories so much,"

"YOU SPENT EVERY FREE CRYSTAL ON THE FIND A WAY OUT EVENT AND NOW GRINDING FOR MORE,"

"... i want his boyfriend"

"YOU READ THE MAIN STORY TOO ?! and you don't need touya you have me"

"THAT'S HOW I FELT ABOUT AKITO,"

"YOU FEEL INFERIOR TO A LUKEWARM GINGER?"

mikage reo - kang tae moo (business proposal)

he heard you squealing at a scene of tae moo getting flustered after sunghoon suggested his feelings for hari

he thought that you were having a heart attack and thought something was wrong

reo doesn't even need the show's context to be invested immediately, as he joins you and watches with great interest

after seeing you simp over tae moo, in secret, he binge watches the rest of the series in attempt to mimic any romantic scenes

full on posts the "do you know what my credit card and my love for y/n have in common? they simply have no limit" on his not very private twitter account, and it leaves you flustered by all the comments saying how lucky you are and their jealousy

deletes any comment revealing the source of that line (silently apologises to the writer(s) and credits ahn hyo seop for its brilliant execution)

little does he know nagi made a tweet exposing him

also recreates other cute scenes from the show, and starts looking for more kdramas to watch and recreate (still gets fully absorbed in the plot and dialogue)

innocently smiles when you realize he's just a kang tae moo copycat

"i didn't copy him i'm the inspiration behind him, rich, smart, pretty and utter perfection,"

"i can't deny the second part... i can't believe nagi's seen business proposal,"

"wait what?"

©kouyun : do not repost, plagiarize, change, or translate

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Caffeine Crash

Fandom: Ted Lasso

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x F!Reader

Summary: You go on a morning walk and you, quite literally, run into Jamie.

A/N: Part of my impromptu Jamie Tartt series, read Meet Cousin McAdoo

Isaac was still asleep when you woke up. You could hear his snores from down the hall where you stayed in his guest bedroom. For some reason, your body woke up early. It wasn't super early though, just nearing 8am. The weather was nice, so you figured you'd explore Richmond a little bit, maybe seek out a cafe for some coffee.

You got dressed in some jeans, a t-shirt, and a light jacket. You made sure you had your wallet, phone, and the spare key that Isaac lent you. Out the door you went to explore your home for the next few weeks.

_________________

Jamie was jogging ahead of Roy, per usual. It was almost eight thirty in the morning, which means his training session with Roy is ending for the day.

As Jamie's rounding a corner he crashes into someone, causing their cup of coffee to spill onto him and the person.

"Shit! I'm so sorry!" the person says and he realizes it's you, Isaac's cousin.

You seem to also realize who you ran into and you groan, "Fuck. I'm really sorry, Jamie. I guess that's what I get for trying to take a picture of my coffee," you snort, "acting like it's 2014 again or something." You give a chuckle and a shrug.

He shakes his head, "No, no. I shouldn't have rounded the corner so fast."

Roy, who finally caught up, stopped at Jamie's side, assessing the situation. He looks at Jamie then you, then Jamie again, saying "The fuck did you do to her?"

"It was an accident," you and Jamie reply in unison.

Roy gives his usual grunt and then Jamie says, "Let me get you a new drink."

"That's alrigh-"

"Please," he insists and you agree, "Okay. I'll buy you a scone then, as a thank you."

"I don't like scones."

"He doesn't like scones."

Both Roy and Jamie say at once.

You giggle, "Okay, a croissant then?"

Jamie looks at Roy, silently asking him for permission and the former footballer replies, "Fine."

The three of you proceed to head to the cafe that you were previously at and walk inside. The barista smiles politely at you, "Back so soon?"

You nod, "There was a collision and my drink was collateral," you explain.

"So same drink?"

"Yes, please," you answer. You step aside for Jamie to pay and then you're in front again, "He'll have a croissant," you nod to Jamie, "I'm paying for it." You look over your shoulder, "Coach Kent, do you-"

"No."

You chuckle, "Maybe a water for the coach here. Thanks." you proceed to pay and move towards the pick-up counter.

You sit at a table that has three open chairs, Roy and Jamie occupying the other seats. You lean back in your chair with a polite smile, "So, what brings you out this morning, boys?"

"Trainin'," Jamie says, gesturing to Roy, "Grandad here wakes me up every day at four for runs and drills."

You look at him wide-eyed, "Four in the morning?!" When they nod, you look at Roy, "Do you not value sleep? Maybe that's why you're so grumpy all the time."

Jamie laughs, "That's what I tell 'im!"

The older man glowers at you two, "Sacrifices need to be made in order to be the best."

Jamie shrugs and puts his attention back to you, "What about you? Why're you out and about alone?"

"Isaac's still asleep. I woke up a little earlier than usual. Figured I'd grab a coffee and explore Richmond a bit."

"I can give you a tour if you'd like," Jamie offers before he can even think about it.

"Oh! You don't have to. Besides, aren't you still training?"

"We've finished. Besides, I'm here and ready. Who knows how much longer Isaac will be sleeping for. I'm a great guide, by the way," he gestures to Roy, "Gave 'im a tour of Amsterdam while we were there for a game. Taught him how to ride a bike too."

You smirk at Roy, "You didn't know-"

"We don't talk about it," he cuts you off with a glare.

You chuckle, "Alright," and you turn back to Jamie, "I'd really like that if it's no trouble."

Jamie beams at you, "None at all."

The barista then calls out your order numbers and you stand, "I'll get them."

Jamie watches you walk the short distance away and Roy leans, "You better be fucking careful."

"I'm not doin' nothin'!"

"Isaac said to behave yourself around her."

"I'm just giving 'er a tour of the city! It's not like I'm proposin' or anything!" Roy leans back giving a skeptical groan.

You come back with two drinks and a pastry bag, "My drink, your croissant, and Roy, your water," you say as you hand out the items.

Jamie bites into the croissant and lets out a moan that's damn near sinful, "I missed carbs so much," he says after he swallows.

"You'll be doing extra laps during practice today," Roy sneers as he downs his water and then stands, "I'm going home."

You give him a wave and a smile, "See you around, Roy!" When he leaves you look to Jamie, "He seems fun."

He shrugs, "He's not always like that. He has some good moments." He stuffs the rest of the croissant into his mouth and you watch in amusement, sipping your coffee.

He wipes his face and hands, then stands, "Alright, nothin' like the present, right? Let's get your tour started."

"Right!" you follow him out the door, ready for this adventure with your new...friend?

[thr-333]

I just realized. I don't think I've seen anything about April in OaaHF. Where is she? What does she do in the resistence? How aware is she of Leon's situation?

Set while Leon is recovering from his first facial scar:

“No, no way!”

Leon groaned as the yell woke him, sound getting choked out by the bandages wrapped tight around his neck. Constricting his airway making it so he could never get a full breath, was always light headed. Although that could be the bloodloss.

“We need his portals, its not a-”

“I don’t care if it’s a transport mission, I don’t care if he’s at the very back line, you are not getting him out of that bed,”

Leon scrunched up his face so he wouldn’t have to deal with the light of day. Or the light of med bay. He wanted to go back to sleep and it wasn’t even the yelling that was stopping him. Pain flared along his face and shoulder in tandem with his heartbeat. Bandages pulled meticulously tight making every throb worse.

“It’s not an active mission, I’ve mapped out the points all Kraang will be avoided-”

“Then you do it!”

That voice, Leon knew it even past the haze pain. Probably helped that there were no painkillers available to keep him floaty. He sighed his big sisters voice was always soothing, well when she wasn’t yelling at him. Although he supposed she technically was.

“Ape’s I’m needed here,” Leo reasoned, his voice was deep and raspy. Huh Leon wondered if his voice sounded closer to it now, “I can’t up and leave the resistance without aleader for a minor mission,”

“So you admit it’s a minor mission!” April accused, Leon tried to open his eyes. The best he could make out was a couple of blurry figures until the light forced him to shut them.

“Minor but needed, lives are at stake here April,”

“His life is at stake!” Leon opened his mouth, but his throat was raw and the skin of his cheek pulled weirdly threatening to make him throw up if he tried. He tried anyway, why should be matter? “If he moves that wound, the wound you gave him is going to tear right open, he won’t survive that a second time,”

“April it was an accident, my hand slipped,” 

His future self was right of course. After all he had been the one to sacrifice his scarf to keep as much blood inside Leon’s body as possible. He had literally held Leon’s life in his hands. You didn’t do that for a person you were actually trying to kill… no matter how much it looked lik you wanted to seconds before.

That was fine. It was an accident. Leon shouldn’t have baited him.

“Bullshit, also I don’t give a crap, he’s not ready for field work!”

“The doctor cleared him,”

“Which you know they shouldn’t have!” April screeched, ugh Leon wished she wouldn’t, “Come on Leo you're a medic, just look at him!”

There was silence. Leon held still pretending to be asleep. Which was easy as he was teetering on the edge of unconsciousness. Only the jabs of pain and his sister keeping him present.

“It’s between him and them,”

“Him, everytime, my little brother should come first everytime,” Leon’s heart didn’t know if it should skip a beat or clench. It was the answer he wanted to hear- but one he was completely undeserving of.

“I can’t play favorites,”

“Plaaeesseee,” The pure amount of sarcasm poured into the tone would have shot three men dead, “Is that why Mikey’s locked up in the underground bunker within an underground bunker, deep fried and finished with magic?”

“April-”

“Or how about Donnie’s lab, which is enforced with thirty percent of our titanium stores?” Leo would have rolled his eyes if they wouldn't just keep rolling back into his head. Obviously it wasn’t a matter of favoritism, his brothers were simply more important than him, “And how me and Cassie keep getting shortlisted missions? Junior hasn’t left your side in months and you haven't left this safehold in a year? Yet guess who’s going on missions every other week?”

“It’s all a matter of circumstance,” Leo’s voice took on a cold and harsh tone, “I’m trying to keep everyone alive for the sak-”

“Everyone but Leon,” 

She called him Leon… when had he become Leon? When has he started solely thinking of himself as Leon? Why was his futureself exclusively Leo? The thoughts were to hard to capture, slipping through his hands like sand. He wasn’t sure he wanted to dwell on them anyway.

“Well sucks for you but I care about keeping him alive, even if you don’t,” 

That wasn’t fair, he cared about Leon he did, as much as he could. Leon didn’t make it easy, after… after everything he caused. He couldn’t blame his future self for being a bit weird. He cared where it counted. Leon would’ve been dead three times over now if he didn’t.

“This mission is needed-”

“I’ll go then,”

No, April

“April, No,”

“If it’s so important you need to drag him out of bed and risk reopening the slice you put in his neck then it’s important enough for I, commander O’Neil to take over,”

“You’re not who you are in the future, you’re not Commander O’Neil,”

“And I never will be if you keep coddling,” April spat, “Besides I don’t care about being a commander right now, I care about being a sister, so it’s either I take the mission or you cancel it,”

The silence stretched on. Leon grasped onto his threads of consciousness. Purposely twitching his shoulder to get the fiery pain to keep him awake. It was amazing how something could fill him with so much dread yet he still selfishly felt hope that they would go through with it. Because he was selfish, rather stay hidden away in bed in a back room of the stronghold while his big sister fronted all the danger.

“Fine,” Relief and dread, unfortunately not in equal measure, “You come back alive understand?”

“Oh darn, there go my plans,” April tossed back, a shade closer to her usual teasing tone but still tense.

Leo didn’t answer. Because he was Leo, even in Leon’s own mind. But the older turtle huffed. Leon listened to his footsteps fade as Aprils got closer. The dip in his bed bit him to open his eyes.

“Heya blue, you awake?” April’s hand gently brushed his forehead, Leon cringed as he opened his eyes, “How’re you doing?”

He couldn’t answer, not really. So he leaned into her palm. Flinching as the small movement pulled on his wound from neck to cheek. He hissed through the pain. Tight bandages around his throat feeling suffocating as he would have struggled to breath even without them.

“Sorry, sorry, just wanted to check in,” The details of Aprils face were hard to make out pain blurring them out, “I’m going away for a mission,”

“Do… t,” Leon tried to sound out, it didn’t come anywhere close, but hey look at that: His voice was raspy.

“Don’t worry about me, it’s my job to worry about you,” She pat his cheek, thumb rubbing soft circles under his eye, “Seriously, please, it’s ok to care about yourself, you should, once in a whil- actually all the time,”

Leon shook his head imperceptibly. She was wrong. He had done that, over and over again. Each time they lost so much. He couldn’t, not anymore. Why couldn’t she understand that? 

Leo understood that. He knew what it was like to sit with that guilt, that self hate. He knew how to work for others to ease that feeling even a little bit. As losses stacked everyday and crushed him under their weight.

“I bet your thinking something stupid right now,” April pinched his opposite cheek, the unscarred one that showed off his brilliant red stripe, “I wish you were better so I could beat my love into your skull, but we’ll have to save that for when I get back,”

Leon plucked up the strength to use his right arm. Greaspoing Aprils loosely. He needed to get his point across, even without words, he had to.

“I will be alright, you rest up,” April moved from his grasp to instead thread their fingers together, “I’m your big sister, I’m always going to look out for you, even if I have to do that by not being here,”

No, no that wasn’t what he meant. Leo jerked to grab her again. White hot flares shot through his shoulder. Fuck, wrong arm. Darkness clawed at the edge of his vision, plusing in time with the pain searing through him.

“You’re so………. Don’t let anyone convince you…..” April's voice faded in and out, “ We have always…….. None of this………… alright Leon?”

Leon, that was the last word he caught before his world faded to black. The last thing he heard his sister say. 

When he woke up.

She was gone.

[ryaiga]

The One God Forbade

Chapter 1

Pairing - Captain Price X GN!Reader X Lieutenant Riley

MDNI 18+ PLEASE.

WORD COUNT: 6.3K

Summary: You survived an interrogation but don't remember anything except the pain you endured and Captain Price saving you. Once you recovered, you were left with more questions with seemingly no answer.

AUTHOR’S NOTE AT THE END! 

WARNINGS/CWS/TWS: GRAPHIC SCENES(DETAILED GORE, there will be a warning and a spacer just for it so you can skip), Military terms that might be wrong, Drinking, Childhood trauma, mention of abuse, death and mentions of death, talks of scars, implied rape.

Spacers/Headers by: @mmadeinheavenn , @imlevis , @animatedglittergraphics-n-more , @wanwanparty

{(N/n) = nickname}

It was a surprise Kortac didn't sign you from the get go. You knew of a couple of their members, König and Horangi specifically, only by mere whispers. You were the new recruit on base. Anyone and everyone would kill to have your spot, a vacancy was opened and granted to you to join Task force 141. Nobody saw it coming, you'd always thought it was the best soldier from your squad who'd be nominated, but everyone including you was blindsided by the choice. 

You were home, on leave for only a week after a grueling mission your platoon had to complete and after recovery. Intel was needed and special ops teams Alpha, Delta and ,your squad, Echo were tasked to gather it, eliminate all threats if faced and by any means get said intel. Other squads joked (some meant what they said) that you didn't belong in the army, but rather a mercenary group like Kortac. The lengths you'd take to accomplish a mission gave you that title. It was a switch, something even you can't control. What lays in your wake is the multiple sights of mangled and bloodied corpses, those whose faces were intact belonged to people you have never come across once in your life.

That mission made your attempts to sleep futile, it haunts you every night when you rest your head. You were separated from your team, trying to exfil but ended up amidst an ambush. Everyone knew how skilled a soldier you were, but never had taken you for the type to sacrifice yourself for the means of your fellow squadmates' safety. You'd make headway to a couple of your injured comrades, shooting at enemies who’d even think of taking a step forward. Dragging them back to the safety of the group, you’d left them to get first aid, hell you even threw your back up kit on top of one of the injured before running to the last man. The few before him received shots to their limbs, nothing that would render them dead, but the last man had more than just a shot. 

Rodney was Echo team’s Field Team Leader(FTL) and had been by your side pulling the injured and returning fire on the enemies. That was when a stray IED happened to go off, you swore that a pebble triggered it but you didn't have the time to think about it. Luckily for the both of you, it wasn’t close to do deadly damage but it was enough for the building in front of you to shake and a piece of rubble had fallen onto Rodney’s leg as he was trying to get up after the explosion. You had been scraped by flyaway shrapnels but one happened to embed itself into your thigh, right above your knee. Seeing that he had it worse, you made it a priority to get that injured comrade out of the way first so you can focus on Rodney after. You’d almost — or hell quite literally — thrown the man to safety and dashed for Rodney, using the momentum, you attempted to kick the rubble off and thankfully it did. Placing a tourniquet on Rodney’s leg so he didn't bleed out. 

You'd only manage to drag him halfway to the group, before a crazed hostile came charging at you with a knife. Stupid as it was to bring a knife to a gunfight in a literal sense, you reached for your pistol and raised it to shoot the hostile, hearing a click instead of a shot going off. An empty mag, you chuckled. Shouting for Rodney to crawl the rest of the way and yell for someone, you holstered the pistol to exchange for your trusty karambit. You've been in hand to hand combat for training but for some reason this was different. You found yourself on the ground quicker than ever, despite being top in your batch. 

The man stood over you with a sinister look, with a grin stretching from ear to ear. “Another American added to my collection, I won’t kill you so soon. Not yet at least, we still need to know how you found this place. And dear little soldier, oh how much fun I’ll have torturing you and keeping you barely breathing.” He proceeded to plunge the knife into your side, somehow missing everything vital but you convinced yourself that it would be blood loss that kills you at this point. You’d rather die quiet than betray the military. Blacking out due to the shock, the last thing you heard Rodney yelling for the rest to fire at the man and not just stand there with their dicks in their hands. At last it was too late, the team had to exfil but not without calling it in and letting the team who was aiding us with the mission about the situation at hand. A rescue mission for a fellow soldier.

 Neither you nor your team knew that the intel was for Task Force 141’s next deployment, you were the bait Laswell had deployed. It was to ensure that the ring leader didn’t take the situation seriously, a random military team out on patrol happened to stumble upon a measly little operational base they had out in the sandy town, a perfect bait. Bringing back the intel to the team at base, Laswell gave Price the details of your rescue, unbeknownst to you of course.

TORTURE SCENE AHEAD, AVOID IF YOU AREN’T COMFORTABLE WITH SUCH

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

You woke up to the sharp and pulsating pain in your side, vision blurred and arms shackled to a metal table, you remembered what happened. You braced yourself for the worse, nothing like good old torture. The next 8 hours felt like hell, from waterboarding, branding you with a metal rod that was heated to the point of it glowing bright orange, to nails being pulled starting from your toes then to your hands, you endured every second of torture being thrown at you. Sure it was horrible, but you kept your mouth shut by any means possible. Every time a nail was pulled ever so agonizingly slowly, you bit your lips to the point that blood dripped down your chin and that the pain was now numbed, you no longer felt it. You closed your eyes, counting every second.

1, 2, 3, 4- “How did you find this compound?” 9, 10. 30600. 1, 2, 3- “I know you can hear me!” 7, 8, 9, 10. 30610- Another slow pull of a nail, this time it was your right pinky toe, no nails on the right foot 8 hours, 35 minutes, 20 seconds into being kidnapped. Yeah they took a whole 5 minutes to torture your pinky toe for information. 

1, 2, 3, 4, 5- the door to the room opens again, a different man enters. This time with a trolley with surgical tools. You could see a scalpel, clamps, retractors, suction, staples and energy systems, you could tell this man enjoys the torment he inflicts. With the orchestra of surgical tools laid out in front of him, he was the conductor who was gonna lead your screams into a melodious conforment of the perfect harmony, a symphony to his ears. 45950. 

1, 2, 3, 4, you felt him cut open the top of your hand, using the clamps on the nerves and playing with them, all without anesthetics, you growled as your face contorted to the pain. Cauterizing the incision, “You know, I had enough sessions like this, I could get a medical license just from how talented and skill I am with my tools.” Deranged as he sounds, you kept counting. 50400. It is now 50401. You had enough when you felt him grab your belt buckle. That’s where it happened. You blacked out. The last that you remembered.

Back at base, Laswell called for the last mission briefing after Price gathered the boys and informed them of what was going on. After which Price and the few members of Task force 141 geared up. He led them onto the helo and they flew out to the sandy plains you were left at. 3 hours after the incident was called in. 

Laswell had informed him of the prestigious yet silent soldier that was being considered for his team. He’d lost a recruit in an earlier deployment, one he took to heart. Like many from the past, another scar added, that lay permanent by his chest and the haunting that left him shaking and restless at night, another one failed by his very leadership. Making even the unshakeable captain wake in cold sweats and trembling and to his vices in the attempts to be grounded to earth once more. So to hear that he was getting a new member that was as or more skilled than the one before, meant that the military was willing to sacrifice yet another valuable asset if it meant that his team was complete from every angle. A well trained sniper, hardy in hand to hand, a versatile team player yet nothing more than your skills were known. Similar to his lieutenant, you were an enigma. Not even a drop of ink was placed about your past and how you came about the military. Your file had a picture, a battle hardened soldier who completed every mission with ease and precision of high caliber, but no other name besides (N/N). You hadn’t been rewarded with a callsign, no one knew enough about you to even give a title to your talents, unlike Soap or Ghost. Price read up on your previous missions, but to his disappointment (or amazement), every debrief on the details stated that no one saw how you executed. It was always done and over with by the time the rest came to you, and it happens within mere seconds. A regal display of crimson red, a mural of your skill assets that leaves even your FTLs in fear of ever being your enemy. However, No one was ready for what was to come. For you’d gain a title like no other, a prestige as high as the greatest artist known to man, the difference being that it came not from art. But from your ungodly fits to kill and survive, a display left out to strike fear in any person who wronged you.

Price and his team sat in the helo, adrenaline slowly creeping along their nerves as they awaited for the pilot's call to jump. “Hope we get there in time, wouldn't be good if we found ‘em KIA. Laswell seemed rather fond of the enigma.” Ghost briefly spoke, an utter breath that Price barely caught. Nodding in response, Price wanted to see what you were. How you handled the predicament you were in, knowing full well if it was one of his men, that they wouldn’t even think of breaking. Could he blame you? Not even your platoon had knowledge that you were against a group of skilled mercenaries guising as cartels selling American weapons on middle eastern soil. He’d seen what they’ve done to the soldiers before you, they never made it home and if they did, it was a closed casket ceremony. 

Needless to say you were in desperate need of saving if you even want to think of coming out alive. Ghost reminds the rest that they aren’t to hope too highly of your chances, another tag and body bag might be amongst them on their return. A slim chance that you’d even be crawling out that hellscape. It was a bad omen that Price hated, he didn’t like the thought of a rescue being a failed attempt before it even began. Before he could even try to save the person. The helo landed miles away from the building, too many for the team’s liking. It meant time was wasted traversing the dunes, and time was not on their side.

They managed to reach the building on the 14th hour, Gaz situated at a high vantage point and taking out any guard that would alert the others and prevent the team’s entry while Price and the other two got closer. Price split the teams, Gaz with him and Soap with Ghost. Ghost and Soap would make the initial breach, having that Soap was their demolitions expert. Gaz made his way to the other side of the building with Price to flank and surprise any enemies with the possible off chance of stumbling into you during the sweep. Over the comms, he gave the signal. A blast shook the building, he’d hear a handful of footsteps rush towards the other two, giving it a second before kicking the shitty metal door open. Entering the 4 story building, they cleared the first floor with ease before coming across a walkie talkie on one of the now dead tangos. “Goddamn it! Kill whoever that was, we need to handle-” the person on the other end was cut off and without a second for Price to ponder what the situation was, more enemies came barrelling down the steps, managing to count 6 as they entered a room for cover before a gunfight ensued. Soap deployed a 9 banger - a flashbang that would go off 9 times back to back - a headbanger experience for the poor dead men walking. Using that as a distraction Gaz took out 3 enemies before Ghost and Price eliminated the remaining few. 

Ghost and Soap rushed to the second floor while he and Gaz went to the third. ‘Faster’ echoed in the back of Price’s mind. The team only managed to clear 3 rooms when a gut wrenching cry and a shot going off not long after was heard. It came from the fourth floor, He waited for the two below them and got into formation. Leading his men into the unknown, they hurried up the flight of stairs. Looking down the dimly lit and putrid corridor stood 4 rooms, only one of which was closed, something wet leaked from its crack but the lighting made it hard to distinguish what it was. After clearing other rooms of hostiles, Price had Gaz stand guard by the stairs, Soap covering his and Ghost’s six. His clothed hand slowly reached the grimy steel knob, twisting and pushing it open to find that it was locked from the inside. You had to be there, surely. He tapped Soap and motioned for him to breach with a thermite. Bracing for the explosion, the thermite goes off rattling who stood by the door no doubt, using the initial explosion as a distraction, Price enters. 

He’d heard of soldiers crawling away from death’s grip, but nothing he’d seen or heard would have prepared him for what he had just walked into. Before Ghost could turn to clear and call out on the comms, Price stopped him and the other two from entering. A war torn soldier wasn’t an unusual sight but the horrors he’d just laid his desensitized eyes on was enough to remind him of what he once feared back when he was a young recruit in the SAS. A trolley with surgical tools and a lone pistol stood at arms reach of a small figure wearing a familiar uniform, hands busy with what he could only assume was the soldier’s face, chains jingling as they continued with what they were doing all whilst embracing the sun’s warm grace. That wasn’t what shook him, a metal table typically used to interrogate people stood to the right of the room. The chains that held you down were broken, the spot where the chains were welded to the center of the table had an upwards dent - you ripped the chains off the table with sheer force.

A man in surgical garments sprawled on the table, innards now turned out for all to see. A spectacle made out of human intestine, organs pinned outside the man’s body by multiple scalpels that went through the metal and blood viciously splattered around his corpse. Price wished he could say that was it but the gruesome art went beyond just insides turned out. The man’s entire nervous system was intricately laid out around his organs, decorating the entire table in a mix of thin blue threads barely visible amongst the puddle of red. The nerves still connected together in a web, not severed in any section, the extreme precision to carry such a brutal butchering left Price speechless. The scene was as if it paid homage to the Blair Witch Project, or worse a page from a sacrificial ritual. Price could only hope that the man was dead when all of this was carried out.

Another, laid on the floor not too far between the man on the table and inches away from the door. A pistol in his mouth, brain matter laid out on the ground, his face frozen with a plea for mercy. That was what he was standing in, and what had seeped out the door crack. Yet another lay in front the soldier Price was facing, neck snapped and his dead body laid to rest sitting up right by the wall in front of the aforementioned soldier, a metal rod shoved into his mouth and the sharp end had protruded out his torso. Price took another step forward before he heard a whimper to the left most corner of the room, their target - the head honcho of the operation - sat bare and huddled. His clothes on the ground at arms reach yet the man was too afraid to take a step forward. As though he would meet the same fate as his men if he took even a breath of air.

“(N/n)? It’s Captain Price, Laswell sent Task Force 141 to rescue you.” Price spoke softly, not wanting to surprise you, unsure of the current mental state you were in. Especially after what was laid around you and the torture you went through. “Are you injured?-” You didn’t answer, instead opting to slowly turn. Price made the right call, the state you were in was dire. “Ghost, call for exfil ASAP, (N/n) is alive but in serious condition.” Price called out to his right hand man with urgency and a slight tremble in his voice. 

Your eyes. He’d thought that when he first met Ghost, that his eyes were the epitome of cold and soulless. But somehow yours went beyond that, for a lack of better words. A frigid cold looms behind those dull and matte black pupils, reminding of the cold he once faced during a deployment in Russia during a winter’s snow storm, striking his very core cold. Bangs sticking to your bloodied face by sweat and grime from the hours of torture you endured. A chunk of your skin hanged off your face, a knife cut and what looks like one of the man’s attempts to rip the skin out and off your face. It started right above your eyebrow traveling down to your lips. He was hopeful that it was repairable, it wasn’t a wide injury, barely missing your eyes and narrows down where it ended in the middle of your upper lip, still connecting at both ends to your face by what looked like a thin fishing line. You were stitching your skin back to your face. Your hand had a butchered attempt to stitch a wound close with one hand, nail beds down to your knuckles had trails of dried up blood. Uniform stained a dark red, mixture of your injured comrades blood from the fight and yours, the side of your torso had a big patch of blood. Sleeves rolled up, bright red burn marks running down your entire forearm, the man before you had branded you with the very metal rod that was now embedded in him. On your other arm were 12 lines stitched into your skin, 8 weren’t freshly stitched in, leaving Price confused and curious as to what it was. 

END OF TORTURE SCENE

Price could see the soldier mouthing something softly. His ears strained to hear the soft word, or numbers when he realizes that you were counting out by tens and adding to a bigger number before repeating. The hours you were torture. He slowly approaches you, calling out to you. It took a solid minute for you to realize what was going on. Signs of a soul return to your eyes, glossing over as soon as you hear your name. Arms slowly raised to surrender and it starts to tremble when before they were as still as though belonging to the world’s best brain surgeon. Tears drip down your cheeks, face still emotionless. You were dazed. The sound of the chopper’s propeller came to earshot, fresh sunshine scalding your back through the glassless window.

Gaz calls out to Price, “They’re here! Let’s go!” Price immediately takes off his shemagh and drapes it over your head, covering your face before standing to your left. He gave you a shot of morphine he had on hand to help with the pain. Grabbing your left arm, wrapping it over his shoulders, bending both of you and carried you bridal style as you were in no condition to walk - your toenails gone from the torture and the piece of shrapnel still in your thigh, he could only imagine the pain you were going through. He carried you out the room, ordering his team to escort the two of you to the safety of the chopper. Before he could descend the stairs, you spoke softly. “My karambit. Find it, I can’t lose it. I won’t leave without it.” The team shoots Price a confused look before turning to each other. “What are you waiting for? You heard the soldier. Quickly find it.” Price commands, he feels your breath starting to get labored, he hurries the guys and tells Gaz to follow him out.

The medics on board administered emergency first aid, shooting you with a dose of adrenaline to make sure you stay awake during the flight. They had laid you down on a stretcher. Not long after you, Price and Gaz enter the chopper, Ghost and Soap follow suit with your karambit in hand. Soap walks to your side, kneeling before he places your Karambit safely onto your chest and grabs your left hand to be placed on top of the knife. “Rest easy now (N/n), you and your karambit are safe.” Soap shot you a comforting smile as he spoke with a tone to reassure you.

Beeping. You hear the sound of a heart monitor beeping to the same rhythm as your heartbeat, however it was muffled. Eyes fluttering open, squinting due the harsh and glaring light that was directly over you. Consciousness returns to your still body. A body that didn’t feel like yours, sore all over and strapped down to the bed, limiting your movement. Your vision blurred, you attempted to analyze the room. Aside from the continuous beeping of the heart monitor, the fluorescent lights that had basically served as a flashbang buzzed like white noise. Reminding you of the time when you were living in that shitty college dormitory, but there wasn’t that stale air that was permeated by the pungent scent of body odor from athletes who freely roamed the halls. Instead, it was the smell of disinfectant that was greatly welcomed. The A/C hummed quietly, you soon realized it was a hospital or medical bay that you were in. 

Something was off. How did you get from that dry and sweltering room that was stained with the smell of mold and bodily fluids to this clean environment. You scrapped at your foggy memory, who came? Was it the military who came to your rescue or did the fuckers who tortured you, who sold you off as a token and bargaining chip to a client? Panic creeps up your leg, feeling it coursing through your veins. You quietly looked for a way to get out of your restraints, not wanting anyone to hear you scheming away.

Your eyes spotted a paperclip that was left right on top of your cover, probably dropped from a clipboard. You started to shimmy under the tiny metal paperclip, it inches to your reach and soon you popped it into your mouth to bend it in a way that allowed you to lockpick the 4 locks that held your restraints against the bed. You hurried, taking off the restraints that were on your hands and started to work on your foot. 

You only managed to free one foot when you heard someone walk into the section of the medical bay that housed you. Your heart starts beating aggressively quick, the sensation made it as though your heart was in your throat and actively trying to suffocate you. Before you were able to formulate a plan, someone was sliding the thin curtain aside. "They should be out cold, that wasn't an average dose of sedative Capt. Had to get Alex to hold 'em down with me and he just got back too." Scottish man but he wasn't alone, you glared at the curtain to gauge how big the Scot was. Standing at 6'2(1.88m), nothing you haven't encountered, a build fit for a soldier. You weren't gonna take your chances though.

You leaned to grab the flower vase that stood tall on the bedside table, readying your other hand with the paper clip to fling it at the man as hard as possible once you distracted him. The curtain pulls back and sure enough he was distracted talking to the other person accompanying him. You threw the pot straight at the Scottish man's face, catching him by surprise and stumbling onto the ground with his hand on his nose. The pot didn't break, if you weren't trying to escape and it was safe, you'd be laughing in the back of your mind. Immediately turning your attention to the other man who merely looked at his buddy on the ground groaning in pain. You took that as a free opportunity to get the man. You flicked the paperclip hoping to at least get it embedded into the side of his neck.

However, to your horror, he leaned back just in time to dodge the clip. It pierced the concrete wall next behind him. Before you were able to do anything, he turned to you and pinned you down against the bed. Your wrists in his hands and above your head, you tried to pull away but to no avail. You started to buck your body against his, trying to get him off. This only causes him to yell at his comrade, who's whining and rolling on the ground in pain. "Soap if you don't get up and help me pin their legs or hell, even get the doc, so help me I will ensure the lavys are nice and grody just for you to clean till next month." The man that you almost stabbed in the jugular with a goddamn paperclip has his body on your torso, just so you’d stop struggling, had an annoyed look similar to a dad reprimanding his son for breaking a glass and not bothering to help. 

“It’s Captain Price- Calm down Echo 2, we aren’t going to hurt you. You're back at base and safe.” Captain Price? Price? You heard of his name. Rodney had mentioned that name before, something about a transfer. You stopped fighting back, as he mentioned you’re safe now and realized you nearly killed a higher up, you apologized. He slowly got up, wary that you’d try to pull something. Especially after that stunt. “You had woken up several times the past few days, manic on several occasions. We had Soap watch over you in case you woke up and chose to attack the Doc.” 

“Permission to speak. How long was I out? And are my platoon mates safe?” You asked after Price gave you a nod. “A week, your body was weak from blood loss. The doctors helping you had stabilized you. Removing the shrapnel in your thigh, stitching the remaining skin that you hadn’t stitched back onto your face, treating your stab wound and the burn you had from the branding. Your platoon was brought back safely thanks to you Sergeant (N/n).” It came back to you. The ambush during exfil, dragging injured man back, Rodney, the counting, the questions, and you don't remember much after that. Funny how it all went down within 24 hours.

The doctor came in with a Soap who wasn’t too happy to open the curtain. Doc ran a couple of tests to make sure you were clear for rehab. Your recovery was a speedy one and rehab was smooth sailing. The platoon came to visit you, those you saved came to show their gratitude. Some silently cried as you laid in the comforts of your hospital bed. You were still trying to register what happened, how you got 3 more stitches on your left arm. You had 8 on your arm from your past, marking those who wronged you. 

One belongs to your deadbeat dad who abused you and your mother when you were younger, he died mysteriously. All you recalled was the newscaster covering his death as a brutal and grotesque murder that the nation had witnessed in years. Your mother knew what happened but she never disclosed that information, not to the cops and especially not you. You had stitched a blood red thread into your arm.

Another was a friend who left you to die after a crash that nearly rendered you paralyzed, you remember crawling with only your arms trying to get help. 

Six belonged to each member of a jock clique who trapped you in the college’s equipment shed and took turns abusing you in too many ways yet you didn’t remember how. All you could remember was limping away in your tattered clothes covered in bright purple bruises that covered your body and a permanent red line that went around your neck. 

The last one belongs to a guy who was close to one of the jocks, he somehow had entered your dorm room and attacked you after coming home from a long study session in the library. A scar ran from the back of your right bicep down to its shoulder blade. What amazed you was that you never remember what happened after those traumatic moments. All you knew were they’d end up dead one way or another.

You ran your hand over the stitches, something about it is soothing to you. Last thing you remember was seeing Captain Price walking up to you, and the mangled bodies scattered around you. Before you could get lost in your thoughts, Rodney came to visit. “(N/n)? How you holding up?” He pushes the curtain aside with his crutch and sits on the chair sat beside your bed. “As good as I can get Echo 1. How’s the leg?” The two of you made small talk, he told you that the rubble had broken his leg and that the medical team had to place a metal rod in there to treat the issue. He also mentioned something about gifts being dropped off and placed in your cage. Shocking considering you weren’t close to the team, “You know, if it weren’t for the bandages covering your face, I wouldn't know what you’re thinking. But your eyes speak volumes, it was thanks to you that we got to come home safely. At the expense of your own safety. I don’t think any of us could show just how grateful we are and could never repay you for it.” you didn’t say much, purely unsure what needs to be said. You simply reached for his shoulder, resting your hand on it. “Rodney, it's my job as much as yours to keep the rest safe. The least I could've done.” Rodney looked up at you with great admiration.

“I came here to let you know something. All I can say is that I left a good word in for you.” You were confused by what he just said and was about to ask what he meant by ‘left a good word in’ when he got up. “The platoon is waiting for you to fully recover, they want to head to the bar. I know what you’re about to say, ‘It's fine FTL, I’ll sit it out’. Not this time Echo 2, we’ll be celebrating your return before we get some down time.”

About 2 weeks after the incident with Captain Price and Sergeant Soap, you were given the all clear to head back to cages. The stab wound was still limiting your range of movement but at least you weren’t bound to the hospital bed or the confines of the rehab room. Being able to wear your uniform felt good, however you had to stop by the base’s surplus store to buy more balaclavas considering the huge scar on your face. You weren’t one who loved being stared at or given attention for no reason. When you walked in the surplus store, the lady working the cashier stared at you the entire time. You didn't hesitate to grab a couple pairs of gloves while you're at it. You immediately wore one of the all black balaclavas, walking out with a new cap as well, it didn't hurt to add a cap to your wardrobe, especially since you didn't want to look like a clothed bald. You chuckled at the thought, now you don't have to worry about your hair not meeting the requirements, you could even grow it out if you wanted.

You made your way to the cages, finding the aforementioned gifts on yours. The platoon had gotten you new clothes like multiple thin long sleeves to wear under your t-shirts or uniforms, balaclavas, a bunch of hats. A lot of gifts for a second in command that hadn’t bonded with the team much despite being with them for years now. What caught your eyes was a trophy, you picked it up. It reads ‘Best 2IC of the year’. You felt eyes staring holes into your back, “You guys know that you can’t sneak up on me right?” you turned to see the platoon hiding by the doorway, they came charging in. They picked you up and started to toss you up into the air, clearly happy that you were back. They never once seemed to like you until now, you can’t deny it, it felt good to feel appreciated. But you’d never show it.

They let you shower and change out to something more comfortable. You had chosen to wear some cargo pants, one of the thin long sleeves under a windbreaker you owned, not forgetting the balaclava and cap you bought. Once you changed, they carried you out to one of the trucks Rodney drove and hopped in after you. The drive to the bar was chaotic, the boys were singing alongside the handful of ladies who braved war alongside you. Music blasting through the truck, you could barely hear your own thoughts. The truck halts to a stop, now at the infamous bar that every soldier from base would frequent, The Old West. They were known for their top shelf bourbon and scotch. The guys dragged you in, the bar had an oaky scent that was somehow comforting. You and the platoon had taken up the biggest table and since the bar offered food, you ordered some mozzarella sticks to share with them. After sitting and chatting with the platoon, Rodney bought everyone a beer to celebrate. A cheer was called for and it being a weekend, the bar soon became loud with everyone joining in to cheer you guys. 

After a while, you needed a moment to yourself. You had made your way to the bar, sat on one of the bar stools and had ordered a shot of vodka and a glass of whiskey. You didn't realize it but you were shaking, you weren’t used to being in a ‘huge’ crowd. Thankfully you had sat at the end of the bar and somewhat away from the noise. That's when you spotted Captain Price. He was talking to the bartender and hadn’t noticed you, how could he especially with how you looked now. And you’d like for it to be that way, still feeling bad for nearly killing him. You down the vodka with ease, nothing you weren’t used to considering how it was one of your many vices that helped you forget about the atrocities that you had committed over the years. You pulled your phone out to scroll the news, blankly reading it and enjoyed the whiskey.

“Care for another soldier?” Somehow you didn’t see the captain saunter his way next to you. The bartender had placed 2 drinks in front of you, that was the talk that he had with the bartender. Not wanting to be rude, you humbly accepted the drink. “At ease soldier, I'm here to enjoy a drink just like everyone else.” He turns to you and shoots you a smile. You simply nod. It stayed that way for the remainder of the night, with the occasion of either of you calling the bartender over for a refill. It wasn't as uncomfortable or awkward as you thought it would be.

Rodney spots the two of you and comes to say hi, “Captain, sergeant. Hope y’alls enjoy yourselves as much as the rest of the bar.” he chuckles, arm around your shoulder and beer in his other hand. “Hope this one right here will do you good captain, it’ll be sad to see ‘em leave. But it's for a better cause. Anyways, (N/n) the rest wants to leave in a bit, thought to let you know!” Rodney walks back to the rest, albeit a little wobbly than you’d like. You turned to ask Price what Rodney was on about but he was already up and had paid. ”Drinks on my soldier, see you the next time we meet.” 

So many questions, yet nobody answers them.

A/N: Raiga here! This is the first chapter of the TOGF series, heads up that this will predominantly focus on your rs with Price, I might change the way this is heading as I do have a couple ideas on how to carry this story. I want to preface that the dynamic is not going to be too romantic. All this while writing my first GN! oh so many first! so do give feedback as it is greatly appreciated. If you’d like to be a beta reader, shoot me a message as it would help with releasing each chapter faster. 

The first chapter was mainly to give you an idea of the ‘mc’s’ behavior. Sorry if it’s much, most of it is based on my experiences. So if you happen to dislike it, I wouldn’t fault you. But I do hope you are able to enjoy the story! I’m also trying to avoid having the boys be OOC too much, I want it to feel more authentic as it can get if you were to fall in love with your captain despite it being forbidden.

Till then, that’s all from me! Raiga out.

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episode 6, Lotus Casino Blues

Here it is folks-- this week's PJO show feedback by yours truly, TILF, MF

I think the seaweed brain reveal was cute and funny. I wish percy had been annoyed at the nickname though.

Why are they thinking that Clarisse is the lightning thief. Why.

Why didn't we get the scene where Percy talks to the got damn zebra. jesus

Why can't the characters just simply experience the plot, why does it always have to be perfectly laid out before they go act it out. i.e., the medusa scene, the waterpark scene, the arch scene, the lotus casino scene. in each one, the kids stand in a circle and basically talk through what's going to happen. Like, just go do it already. I don't get it. ugh

WHY are they ruining the potential of perfectly good plot for this random augustus satyr. whatever. I didn't mind how the lotus scene worked out, honestly, but it STILL wasn't as fun as it could have been. I even missed poker face.

Every time a god or a monster starts monologuing, I go to sleep. Cmon. Just let the action play out. We don't need an explanation for the way everyone acts. Sometimes, we can just let the acting speak for itself. Ugh.

"They pump it into the air" fucking PERCY JACKSON lmaoooo

I did like the cab scene. honestly, I like any scene where they aren't sitting around a table having a conversation. I also liked the scene where percy tackles this augustus (???) character.

the scene where percy goes into the sea. FUCKING FINALLY. SOME JUICE FOR MAMA. thank you. I thought the way he looked underwater was a little goofy, LMAO. but not bad.

FOUR PEARLS???? FOUR???? WOWOWOWOWOOW I can't believe the writers are going to miss out on another scene opportunity to have one of the kids try to sacrifice themselves!!!!!! LMAOOOOO.

having a scene where they try to sacrifice themselves in every episode really diminishes the power of self-sacrifice. but that's just my take.

I truly have no words for WHY the summer solstice deadline has already passed. The following gif is my take on that:

Overall, I thought it was certainly better than last week's episode. But idk. I thought it was fine. Still annoyed that they're blaming clarisse when it adds literally zero plot value. but okay. *kisses at all*

OKAY TILL NEXT TIME

[bamboobrat]

succession s4 e5 recap: swedish elon and his logan roy tribute band

time is a flat circle and we are back to ken hyping himself listening to rap, driving to the office.

anyone feeling nostalgic yet?

he is immediately caught off guard by the fact that roman and shiv are already there.

also he seems like the worst boss ever.

i really don't like ken when he is not hitting rock bottom.

(there is a movie about a sleeping robot in a cave that takes up too much time in this episode. let's not get into all that)

the old guard checks up on the CE-bros before their trip to norway.

matchy matchy&lt;3

turns out mattson wants them all there (why wouldn't he?) so THE GANG IS GOING TO NORWAY! lets bleed the swede!*

*as a norwegian, i approve this message

mortality has set into team krank, as they put on compression socks before the flight.

krank is not here to have fun. krank has no young mistress to impress. krank is serious.

shiv has noticed ken's leaks to the media from last week because she is boss. it's the comeback we've been waiting for.

but most importantly, she is waging a very important war against tom and his stupid new sneakers:

the sibs say they can kill tom for her. that's brotherly love.

hugo is not having a good time.

i am tho.

gerri rallies the troops by shitting on europeans.

yes mommy tell me i'm weak because i have free healthcare! sit on my face

gerri for CEO. always.

they accurately depict what it is like driving in norway:

(this is why i don't have my licence)

the gang arrives in the motherland and it's beautiful, but rainy (so authentic) and are all like WHY THESE WOOD CABINS SO SMALL?!

ironic because jeremy lives in fucking denmark.

anyway, whatever this is:

I DO NOT APPROVE!

the trip up to mount olympus is interrupted by con saying he can send a picture of their dead dad to the group chat.

nobody wants to see it.

also, marcia is putting logan in a kilt like the fucking bay city rollers and con had to cancel a room full of working class whites in cleveland. the sacrifice.

they give con carte blanche for the whole funeral thing, which is probably a terrible decision.

the funeral is going to be one big campaign rally, i'm serious.

the others have to settle for a nice lil scandi brunch spread. what a hard life.

i don't say this often, but i would be hugo in this scenario, piling onto my plate like it's nobody's business.

karolina has a cute lesbian moment.

she says something in swedish at some point, but let me tell you, i understand swedish and i didn't even pick up on it. no shade to dag, but lol.

hugo doesn't understand how ski jumping works.

i thank the writers for putting this joke in there, even if literally no one other than random scandi people will get it.

it's like the opposite of danny boyle's the beach<3 give back to the community<3

roman enters negotiations and puts his fingers in the caviar.

you think i didn't notice? after all this time, you must know i notice everything.

the CE-bros make the village elders proud, as mattson offers 187 per share as long as he gets ATN.

also, gerri does a second take looking back at roman. these are the crumbs i am destined to live on, i guess. roman doesn't want to give up ATN tho, probably because 1) his dad wanted ATN 2) his dad told him he wouldn't make it at pierce and belongs at ATN 3) he is, somehow, the most rational of the siblings right now????

speaking of rational: how are we feeling about the shiv/mattson potential here? i honestly have zero objections.

shiv is like fuck yeah, sell ATN, that shit is toxic.

agreed, but who gave mencken an open line to ATN-meetings? sounds like something logan told cyd to do during one of those late night calls.

"even dad had a line" rings true zero percent. pass.

get rid of atn. word is, they don't even have tucker carlson anymore? just keep a sweater, much less racist.

we get some important leo dicap representation:

and greg is the bringer of all that is exposition, telling us there is a kill list with 8 to 9 names, ever evolving.

now, as most readers of these recaps would know, i would like to avoid spending any time on greg whatsoever (made even more poignant by the recent rumors about nick), however, this must be one of the best exchanges of dialogue ever made:

greg: da fam shiv: da fuck

that's all.

tom tells the swedes that americans don't care about the rest of the world and it's funny because it's true.

and alex being like "you're ALL related?!"

i see you, succession writers, i see you.

mattson calls waystar a parts shop and has a good take on right wing media:

"i dont think news for angry, old men works"

instead, he opts for bloomberg grey: simple, cheap, huge, ikea'd to fuck. i do love ikea.

he calls the sibs a tribute band which is harsh. even for a scandi, it's fucking harsh.

anyway, SAUNA! SAUNA! SAUNA!

GERRI. IN. SAUNA! (chant with me)

i will never forget what the succession writers took from me.

krank out here just chilling.

i've never shipped anyone more.

we are introduced to ebba. i can tell i'd have more to say on this in any other situation, but it just feels weird (all norwegian know each other, i guess).

anyone else here for the shiv/mattson dynamic?

i'm sorry, i kind of ship it????

ken wants to tank the deal and roman immediately calls him out on his destructive bullshit:

and then immediately caves.

"i think we are good at running the ship" they say after doing it for approximately 24 hours.

i wish i had their confidence.

also, pinky can't dance, according to ken, so they keep shiv out. meanwhile, she gets cozy with lukas, who asks her about her marriage (bad) and tells her he sends liters of blood to ebba (also bad).

shiv shows us why she is paid the big bucks for political advice:

we don't see the end of their night, so i'm just going to assume they fucked. because she's worth it.

also, talking up gerri and karolina? girlies stick together<3

big bi vibes here. huge. idc if she's pregnant and drinking.

meanwhile, the CE-bros use greg to leak that the negotiations are souring. why would you trust greg with anything?

in an attempt to fuck the deal, the CE-bros show a terrible film to the swedish team, as if being scandi doesn't mean you've sat through enough terrible cinema already....

we get the strangest fight in tv history:

lol @ us for thinking this was an important moment for the two of them and then it's a fight about white sneakers and fat earlobes.

i sure hope shiv fucked lukas.

roman receives a photo of his dead dad and it doesn't really put him in the right place to negotiate with mattson:

ouch.

leave it to kieran to make an emmy-worthy speech across from alex skarsgaard peeing.

the plan was: tank the deal, but in a subtle way. what they did: try and tank the deal, but in a not very subtle way. did the deal tank: no.

i hope you understand.

the question is, if a deal collapses in the woods and no one hears it, is it a SEC violation?

mattson ends up offering 192 per share. karl jizzes his pants.

shiv gives the little spelunker tom a lil treat, telling him to fire cyd.

then she asks him out?

and ignores him again because she is taking a call from mattson?

idk my dudes, but i'm into this shiv comeback.

mattson seems happy and flirty and i sure as shit hope this goes somewhere.

as long as it doesn't involve liters of frozen blood.

i have a feeling it will be all good vibes until he learns about her pregnancy. there's always something rotten in the state of denmark (or norway, or sweden, but it's all the same).

the waystar-team receives the kill list after the offer and it's very stressful for a few people who made themselves suffer through a session in the sauna:

not on the kill list: karolina gerri tom because shiv fucking did the thing!!

oh, and karl and frank are on the kill list, but i think they are just fine.

maybe the real treasure was the compression socks we made along the way.

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 38 – WING FIC

use my feathers for a bed by Rowantreeisme

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: G Words: 818 Tags: Fluff, Established Relationship, Schmoop

Summary: Secretly, Tony really likes that his wings are bigger than Steve's. (Don't worry, Steve knows, and he likes it too.)

Reasons why I love it: This fic is just lovely. It makes me smile every time I read it, like a serotonin shot straight to the heart. It's soft and sweet and everything I love, so if you're into fluff, you're going to adore this one.

Guardian Angel by ashes0909

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 1,050 Tags: Chitauri Battle, Angel Wings, Protective Steve

Summary: Steve yearned, wished, begged himself to think of an answer, a way to save Tony. It was like a physical force, a need to do something tingling in his veins, under his skin.

Reasons why I love it: Steve's desperation really tears at my heartstrings here. The idea of Steve wanting to save Tony so much that he's willing to sacrifice anything is beautiful, and ashes0909 writes it beautifully. Definitely check this one out, it's wonderful!

Winged souls by CapAL

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: G Words: 0 (Art) Tags: Soulmate AU, Angst, Mutual Pining

Summary: soulmate/wingfic au, where the size of your wings increases or decreases in conjunction with the intensity of your feelings for your soulmate

Reasons why I love it: This one is art rather than fic, but I just had to include it because, holy hell, even without any words this one just punched me in the gut with the angst. I would literally give my first-born child to have fic for this concept, it's incredible. Please go and check it out, it's so good!

A Magical Date by laurus_nobilis

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: G Words: 711 Tags: Huddling For Warmth, Fluff, Magic

Summary: "This isn't how I expected date night to go." "Which part? The villains, the sudden random trip to some mountaintop who knows where, or…" Tony made a vague gesture at Steve's whole new look thing. He refused to say it aloud, it was too dumb. "Or that?"

Reasons why I love it: I'd really love to know what Steve and Tony's worst date night was if being stranded in the cold with a random magical wing curse isn't topping the list. Their banter in this feels super in character, and I love how Steve keeps Tony warm so he can work on finding their way home. It's great, and you should definitely read it!

santa hats and angel wings by RebelSpaceOddity

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 3,230 Tags: Christmas Fluff, Costumes, Mistletoe

Summary: It's Christmastime in the Avengers tower.

Reasons why I love it: This is definitely a different kind of wing fic than the others, but I just had to rec it because it's so fucking cute. Sleep-deprived Tony is adorable, and I love how Steve takes what Tony babbles when he's completely out of it to heart. This fic is wonderful, and you should definitely read it!

[luv4byers]

nightmares - w.b.

heyyy! i'm literally listening to revolting children from roald dahl's matilda please don't come at me its an amazing song. i'm also really sick. i stole the van script and put little chips of it in here &lt;333

warnings: will having a nightmare, mentions of death, and my bad writing

pairing: will byers x male reader

word count: 809

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it's been a full week. it was all over, and we were sort of alright. after everything that happened, everyones still recovering from it. max is brain dead, her bones are broken, and she's blind. but her heart still beats, thanks to el. poor lucas thinks its his fault. dustin is still sad about eddie's sacrifice, but at least robin was able to take vickie for herself.

but what also worried me was will. jonathan would tell me how will would wake up in a cold sweat, scared that the beasts of the upside down would come back to cause harm to us, especially after dealing with his connections to the upside down.

but, will was visiting hawkins, and he was staying at my place for the night. ms. byers and my mom were best friends, because they graduated together and worked at the same place for a while.

and that's when i met will.

ms. byers, jonathan, and will would come very often to visit us. it was one of the best things that ever happened to me, because will and i grew up to be best friends. we grew up together.

we went through the tragedies of the upside down, getting bullied at school, and dark stormy nights together.

and gosh, i was happy to see him again, without having to deal with the upside down.

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jonathan, ms byers and will already arrived at our house. "ah joyce! i missed having you just around the corner, and having you at work." my mom said. "and make yourselves at home!".

i hugged will, jonathan, ms. byers, el, and hopper.

"will! i missed you! you'll be staying the night in my room, you can drop your stuff there." we climbed up the steps to my room. "my mom's still setting things up- and talking up a tornado with your mom, it's like they haven't seen each other in several years. it'll take a while, so you can go and change. i bet you had a long day"

"alright y/n, thanks!" he picked up his duffle bag, and entered the bathroom.

he came out of the bathroom. "y/n, sorry to ask, but i forgot to pack a t shirt. i have a sweater but it's a bit warm, do you mind if i borrow one of your shirts?"

"yeah, of course you can."

"thanks y/n."

he straight up pulled his sweater off, and wore my shirt. i had no idea why my face was heating up.

i mentally cursed myself for looking at my best friend like that.

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we had dinner alongside a great conversation. ms. byers and hopper were gonna occupy the guest bedroom, and ms. wheeler offered to take el and jonathan for the night.

i pulled out my sleeping bag for tonight, and reassured will i was okay sleeping with a sleeping bag.

"are you completely sure you don't wanna sleep on the bed? i mean it's your bed, not mine, so you should sleep on it." will mentioned.

"it's fine, you're the guest here will. besides, it's one night. the sleeping bag won't murder me in my sleep." i responded.

"fine y/n. there's space if you change your mind."

"goodnight, will."

"'night y/n."

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i couldn't sleep, due to so many questions flooding my mind, such as:

was it wrong to love my best friend like this?

why did he mesmerize me so much?

but what if it was one-sided? will could choose anyone he wants.

stupid, stupid, stupid.

and i heard will's breathing get heavier, and heavier, until he stirs violently.

"will? will! will, wake up." i whispered loudly.

i shook him gently, which was enough to wake him. "will, are you okay?"

i feel dumb. of course he wasn't okay. "y-yeah i'm fine." i didn't believe him.

"you're not fine. i know it. just take your time, and it's fine if you don't feel like telling me."

i sat on the bed, right next to him, and hugged him. he was shaking. his breathing was unsteady. so i gently whispered in his ear,

"breathe in for 5 seconds, breathe out for 5 seconds. until you start to feel more steady."

i held his hand and he followed, and his breathing became more steady, and he stopped shaking.

"i'm sorry y/n, i've been dealing with this for a while already and i should be able to deal with it myself." he apologized, and for something that he can't control.

"don't apologize will. with experiences like that, it's hard to get it out. no one's gonna hurt you. as long as i'm here, i won't let anything hurt you."

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"just get on the damn bed and sleep." will whisper-shouted

"fine.." i was spooning will, and fell asleep.

one thing's for sure,

that was one of the best rests i've ever had.

[ultimate-marysue]

Hi Hello, I know I haven't talked a lot about CR lately (my brain won't let me watch it for some reason) but I'm back to talk about The Legend of Vox Machina, particularly: Grog.

Spoilers for The Legend of Vox Machina episode 9 below. There will be spoilers for the stream too, but I will also mark down where those start.

I love love love all the changes. Not only do I think they're a great way to adapt the absolute beast of content that CR is. Some are good sacrifices, there's shit gotta leave out, no matter how entertaining. I think they've pick very well what to leave completely out. Also, they're really smart in the way they've fused different adventures so they can have a two for one (like adding stuff from the rakshasa fight to the dungeon crawl at the Matron's temple so they can have that Kashaw-Kiki interactions). And of course there's the switching the order so it's more streamlined thing too, like Pyra. But what I thought was the best decision was the party splitting on the past three episodes.

Sure, you should never split the party and I hope they don't abuse that solution or that at least they play with the different combinations because it can be a detriment to the group dynamic. But this time?? They nailed it.

The fey wild group was perfect, you have all the development you need for the ships and also Vax and Percy get to patch things up a little and the twins are together for the family reunion. you have all the people important for a Vex Arc on one side.

On the other hand, you have Grog go through his arc with the two people most important to him. I love the Vax-Grog Dynamic, but like in the OG fight against the Earth breaker, his first choice will always be Pike and his second Scanlan. Also, you get some cute gnome flirting and a bit more development for Scanlan since Pike is the one that challenges more his flirty nature. Vex and Percy are permanently done with him, but they treat it like something that's just intrinsic to Scanlan. You can't change the weather, you simply complain about it. Pike on the other hand is the one that gets frustrated at the fact that Scanlan is unable to have a proper heart to heart or to be sentimental without defusing the tension. And Grog bringing out Scanlan's more caring nature is a nice touch. So it is the perfect team for Scanlan progress too.

But going back to what I actually wanted to talk about (because my Scanlan Meta will come too, but most likely next week) Grog. I love what they did with Craven Edge, I love how the show allows them to have this more "feelings based" resolution to Craven Edge's exhaustion. Because in game greater restoration or a night's sleep heal literally anything unless the DM specifically requests it.

What this does is it gives them the chance to introduce the whole "where does your strength come from?" Question in a place where the stakes are super high and it's thematically appropriate. That whole speech about how Grog considers strength helping those who can't help themselves...chills.

Now spoilers for the stream

I think it also Segways brilliantly into the whole "My strength are my friends" by maybe combining it with the whole "Vox Machina...Fuck shit up". If that happens, I'm gonna cry so hard I will dehydrate. I love the fact that they are giving so much attention to Grog, his growth his emotions because they're often brushed off. Travis wasn't still super comfortable roleplaying emotional scenes in campaign one and Tal, Liam and Marisha had a lot os experience and really angsty characters. Also Laura and Sam are just that powerful, you can't expect most people's experience first character to be that emotionally vulnerable (specially while streaming).

Ashley was also more nervous with the streaming and stuff, so Pike and Grog while not underdeveloped at all, usually didn't have the emotional spotlight on them the way we're seeing in the show. I think giving Grog the physical vulnerability and stripping most of his companions away is a great way to allow that depth to shine. When you don't have four extra characters each making questions and each proposing solutions, the spotlight shines directly on Grog and I love it.

I've always treasured those rare moments were Grog gets to open up and show his heart. I really love that trope of big dumb character also has emotional complexity, so I really enjoyed the last episode and I can't wait for the next one.

[daisymae-12]

get to know me

I'm a lil late, but thanks for the tags @14carrotghoul @happiness-of-the-pursuit @suseagull04 @heybuddy-drabbles @read-and-write- ❤️ loved reading all your answers!!

name: mae

sign: Capricorn

time: 10:26pm

ok putting the rest under a cut cause I always end up typing more than I expect 😂

favourite band/artist: I love a lot of bands/artists but Troye Sivan is the only one consistently in my spotify wrapped every year so I'll go with him 😂 (he just dropped a new album too which I've had on repeat lately)

last movie: thought it was barbie but just remembered I was watching the little mermaid live action during a few dinners a few weeks ago but never finished it whoops (I will finish it one day)

last show: 911 Lone Star (but only the Tarlos parts 😂) I did promise my friends I would try love is blind but a part of me is regretting that promise because I ceebs 🥲

when I created this blog: a couple of months ago just for RWRB fandom purposes 🌞

other blogs: my original personal blog from 2009 still exists 😬 stopped using it in 2013 though. Made a new one in 2014 for fandom things but stopped using it in 2016 😂 I've also got an art one that I used from 2016-2019 😅 then came back 4 years later to make @rwrbficrecs lmao so yeaaah I've been on tumblr for a while 💀

do I get asks: when there's an ask game going around, but omg there's still some nice day asks haunting me in my inbox, I'm a terrible procrastinator 😭

average hours of sleep: 7-8ish (I use night contacts so the hours I sleep literally dictates how clear my vision is going to be the next day and I hate it when it's blurry so I will always aim for a full nights sleep for that reason only 😂 occasionally I'll sacrifice good vision to read a fanfic late into the night though haha)

instruments: piano 🎹 but the last time I learnt an entire piece was 2009 - my attention span is really shit 😅 it drives my husband mad that when I play it's just parts of songs LOL

him: "what happened to the rest of the song?" me: "don't look at me"

what I’m wearing: pj's (tshirt + shorts)

dream job: artist/illustrator - which tbh is already my usual job (i'm on a year off atm) but it's very hard to make it a financially stable job, I'm just very very lucky that my circumstances allow me to do it at all 😅 So my dream job would be artist with financial stability please 😂 also there was a time I thought I'd love to be a wedding photographer until I did it ONCE and was like "I definitely don't have the stamina for this", so I didn't do it again 😬 I got wet from the rain, my cameras got wet, I was hungry as fuck, everything just hurt and it was very stressful 😂 big respect to wedding photographers LOL That was fun way to procrastinate 😂 I'm late so not sure who's already done this. love learning more about people, but no pressure as always: @myheartalivewrites @celeritas2997 @dot524 @gwiazdziarka @darwinsfinchesx @raysletters @cha-melodius @cultofsappho @rmd-writes @littlemisskittentoes @affectionatelyrs @pragmatic-optimist @lizzie-bennetdarcy @tintagel-or-cockleshells

[mcrmadness]

I hope life doesn't fuck up everything for me again. I usually have a... very varying luck what comes to life. Usually I'm not universe's favourite, not even close. I am currently waiting for 2 emails, quite important ones to be exact, and it's been almost 2 weeks since the first one, and about a week since the second one. I really hope I'll get something back sooner or later, because as I said, they are quite important emails.

There's also a school project I am working on and at this point I feel like I'm the last man standing and I've a shitload of work to do because everyone else is more or less incapable of work. Not really a new thing, but I definitely wish that I manage to do all this on time so that I don't have to literally work 24/7 and sacrifice my sleep and free time for video editing.