#I swear to God young'un

[gremlinvoidfish]

*do not embarrass this family*

[nellynee]

Trollstopia Blindblogging: episode 7b: Buckin’ Branch

Really can’t help themselves can they? The dressing is nice, but it’s still a “Branch can’t catch a damn break” episode. perfectly enjoyable across the board, from humor to song to lesson. Just... perfectly fine. Competent. Branch and Country centric for those who care. 3.5 out of 5 take it or leave it. 

(Well shoot, Tumblr crashed on me before I could save a draft at about the 5 minute mark of the episode, so it’s gonna be a little trimmed down but we’ll try again shall we?)

if that title isn’t a minced oath I don’t know what is

Thank you, James Cordon, for that lovely, ear piercing note. I legit had to turn down the volume it was actually painful

Noted, we’ve seen this valley before. I’m not sure if this is supposed to be a regular hub of budding commerce, or if it’s just that they can’t think of a good place for pop village scenes other than “A valley” but it is noted.  seeing some hand crafted looking pottery... some clothing...a Funk Troll peddling pies.... that Creek lookalike in the bg....

Cocoa to go go

I mean I heard it before they even said it but they still said it

Branch going all Indiana Jones is so flipping cute. Just imagining sad little Baby grey Branch using it as one of his few forms of play alone... in the woods. OW

Biggie you have an extender arm for hair.... Biggie

fucking look Branch did it Biggie 

Ok Trolls you win my new Starbucks order is “Cocoa to go go”

Do I think “Cutie Patootie” is Holly Darlin common vernacular? Yes. Do I think Holly genuinely would be down to clown if Branch showed even a smidge of reciprocation? Also yes.

For real though ever since Satin and Chenille got hot under the collar over a wet and shirtless Branch in TBGO I’ve hard headcanoned that Branch has the Troll equivalent of very fine bone structure. He’s got a lot of room to clean up, but is also kind of just objectively attractive as a baseline. 

Oh he’s weak to being called special I’ma cry!

“Does that answer your question?” “uuuuuuuh?” that kinda confused shrug on Branch was really well animated. Like there’s a whole ass rotation in that

Branch’s outfit is so stupid cute I love it! He has no shoooooes!

Poppy looks like she’s about to bust a nut trying not to laugh

That’s so mean Poppy he’s just looking for the validation and sense of community he lacks in Pop village! 

For real though I think Branch would find something in Country that he wouldn’t find anywhere else. Not the connection to “sad music” ala the movie. Or at least not necessarily. Really I believe that all the tribes, specifically all but the “traumatized in such a way that they’ve created a culture of faux and aggressive happiness to combat it” Pop Trolls have multifacets to their music that could speak to others including Branch’s complexity. Country was abrasive and sorta violent and a little vitriolic when we saw them in the movie. I like to imagine that among all that aggressive southern style comfort and hospitality is a lot of passive aggressiveness. And from that comes a more friendly sort of ribbing and sarcasm and jabs as inside jokes. It’s using antagonism as inclusiveness. I think he’d find real connections there, and an ability to explore a side of himself that’s shut down very quickly in Pop village

I swear to god if Gust or Holly call someone or thing else special and break Branch’s heart I’m gonna break them over my knee

A very good point for the young'uns. Just because Poppy has called Branch special before doesn't mean it’s got the same meaning to him. Context matters

Her look of horror when she almost calls that troll special is hilarious

“There’s no way he’s using that lingo right....” “Nope”. That’s a big part of the humor of this show. Most shows would write his vernacular off as “lol southern sayings are so long and complicated you can’t even parse them isn’t that funny?” But this show looks suspension of disbelief right in the eyes at this really obvious not jokes and goes “That was weird? Wasn’t that weird?” And yes it was. Even if you don’t laugh, you will get a sense of... comradery from this show? It’s a big point of why it’s been so enjoyable

Pinata lassoing, greased balloon pig catching, adora-bull hugging (aka bull riding). These are all super cute and creative. I especially love the greased pig balloons

Branch at fluffy: awwwwwwww. me at Branch: awwwwwww

It’s Ok Branch. It happens to a lot of guys. Just a little performance pressure is all.

Oh noooooo pooor baby nooooo why were there three of them?

Branch’s musses up hair is a look and I’m here for it

That's a much milder panicked note James Cordon thank you

oh no.....

Gust.... real quick I need you to come meet someone.... real quick don’t worry this is only gonna hurt a lot for a very long time

Ok that is cute tho Biggie’s little hat and his little excited attitude it’s not his fault

That was legit a really good action scene! Branch backing out when it got to much instead of doubling down and causing more trouble, Fluffy’s design, the lack of physical comedy, Fluffy’s little smile at that smooch. 

“I know, I’m just as shocked as you are.” Pffffft ok yeah that got me

Me: furiously scribbling Country notes into my “Biggie is a lullaby Troll headcanons”

James Cordon you are hereby revoked of your cowboy accent privileges

Not what I was expecting for a lesson. Most usually settle for “Yeah I’m not good at this thing I was passionate about and other people are and that’s ok” But shifting over to “Just because it takes you more work than other’s to get the same results doesn’t mean it’s not worth while” is a refreshing take. I do think that a tiny bit of rework, just a few new lines or some shuffling (Gust or Holly mentioning trying again next year, how they’re sorry he didn’t have a lot of time to train, mentioning Biggie’s experience with animals...) could have made it very solid and cohesive, but it does actually work unlike some lessons

[kanmom51]

Hi kanmom! Just wanted to give you a high 5, I really dunno how you and other jkk bloggers manage to get through those idiotic asks you get, u gave those ppl what they deserve, I'm applauding u. Life has changed, relationships changed, partners these days get mad at eo for not liking an IG post, wtf. Do they really think jikook (or any bts) are THAT shallow?! Do they really think these smart experienced men would go 'FU bitch we're done cz u didn't like/comment on my post!'?? Do they seriously believe only what's posted on IG counts as true and the rest of the life doesn't? Ehh, stupid unlimited I swear XD Anyway, thank you very much for keeping your blog a place of reason, I enjoy reading ur posts and seeing many smart ppl coming to share their thoughts, you're cool))

Lol anon, thanks you so much for your love and support.

If indeed these young'uns, and I can only assume they are seriously really young, think that a real life relationship is lived over SM, then by god, I pity them. They all need to take a reality check - go live in real life and not online.

[imaginedigimon]

What if daisuke had a agumon (also taichi had a V-dramon in Digimon 01 V Tamers lol)

I didn't read V Tamers okay ;A; it's in the pinned post and everything ;w;

Anyway

Davis and Agumon

Agumon and Davis strikes me as the type of dynamic that Shaggy and Scooby-Doo have

You know, totally best friends who are always munching on food, kinda scaredy-cats for no discernible reason than for comedic effect

Also Agumon sometimes eats Davis's food and that's just really setting everyone up for a cheesy laugh

Somehow their dynamic is also really similar to Marcus and Agumon in that they occasionally get into physical fights...but it's not fist fights it's more like silly slapping fights and Gabumon and Matt have to break it up a lot

Agumon's the type of best friend who laughs when Davis's flirting with Kari backfires on him. He doesn't try to help because 1) he's a Digimon and 2) there is no helping that boy

I wish I could explain the fashion show these two hosted that one time, but it was a one time thing and so unexpected that I really have no words to describe--

Davis kinda gave up on his blue color scheme cuz he realized it clashed with Agumon's coloring and so he was wearing more of the dark-ish-red shirt that I swear to God he wore at some point but I can't remember if that was when he was a young'un or---

Apparently they were caught sneaking into an R rated movie I--- I have no words

-----

Cursed. This is cursed.

[knives-out20]

Discrepancy - Dean Corso x Male!OC - #2

Fandom: The Ninth Gate (1999)

Pairing: Ambrósio ‘Ambrose’ Fargas (OC) x Dean Corso

Warnings: Swearing, Faggotry, Spoilers for The Ninth Gate, Flirting, Angst kinda, Grief,

Notes: they’re back, deal with it or whatever

Dean opened the door to his hotel room, shirtless and bed-headed.

The strange blonde girl stared back at him.

Dean held onto the blanket he had wrapped around his waist, "what time is it?"

"Early, but you have to go."

"Go? Go where?"

"To Fargas' place.”

"I've already seen Fargas and his fruity little grandson." Dean didn't mean it as an insult more than he meant it as an adjective. He had other adjectives in mind when it came to Ambrósio, but kept those in his head for a reason.

"I think you should see them again."

"What is this, some kind of practical joke? Who are you? What do you know about Fargas and Ambrósio?"

"Get dressed. I'll wait for you outside." The girl didn't answer his questions, instead turning and walking off.

Dean almost didn't do as he was told. If there was a problem with either one of the Fargas', he knew Ambrósio knew to call him at the hotel. But, maybe something popped up in which Ambrósio couldn't call Dean. He thought back to his conversation with Balkan on the telephone the previous night.

"I must have that copy, Mr. Corso. Get it for me." Balkan instructed.

"The old man wouldn't sell it to save his life, he said as much. And the young'un, his grandson, he...well, he said he helps Fargas take care of the books for a reason."

"Did they?"

"Hello?" Dean called, repeating himself when Balkan didn't answer. He hung up the phone and leaned back against the headboard of his bed, deep in thought. Mixtures of the copies discrepancies, red Hawaiian shirts, the blonde girl from the lobby, and tattooed arms, Balkan's suspicious last words, along with special song abilities. Dean figured he had too much on his mind, more than he knew how to handle.

Dean exited the hotel, seeing the girl waiting for him on a strikingly familiar motorcycle. He didn't ask questions and got on, allowing the strange girl to ride him over to the Fargas house.

Once at the house, Dean led the girl up to the front doors and tried ringing the doorbell. Maybe Fargas or his cute grandson would answer the door, along with his various questions.

"Don't bother, Fargas isn't there." The girl told.

Dean turned to face her, "oh really? Then where is he?"

The girl pointed over at the dull fountain, "over there."

Dean hesitantly looked over at the front door, as if expecting for at least Ambrósio to answer it. When nobody came, he shuffled over to the steps.

The girl pointed over at the fountain again.

Dean looked at her suspiciously, then back to the fountain. He walked over to the fountain, and peered into it. "God almighty."

Victor Fargas' dead body lay face-up in the fountain, floating lifelessly as the Koi fish picked at him like vultures on a carcass. 

Dean turned to the girl, taking one last look at Victor before marching past her, and to the door. He attempted opening it to get inside, get to the book, or hopefully a breathing Ambrósio.

"You want to get inside?" The girl inquired.

Dean sighed, locking eyes with her. "I had thought about it, yes. If Victor is out there, his grandson is probably in there. His grandson, is he still in there?"

"Yes, but he won't answer, he’s too afraid." The girl looked up at the wall, and began to climb it.

Dean watcher her slip in through the window and get inside, walking over and unlocking the front door for him. He stepped into the Fargas house, stopping when he noticed the girl following him. "You wait here."

The girl obliged.

Dean made his way over to the room full of Victors' books, accidentally stepping on the shattered remains of a glass cup.

Dean took a glass from Victor when it was offered, allowing the old man to pour him some brandy. "What handsome glasses.”

"Yes, my grandson thinks so, too. They're the only ones I have left."

Dean looked into the room of Victors books, walking towards his display from the previous day. "Shit." He cursed, realizing the Fargas copy was missing. Dean turned and saw a strange-looking addition to Fargas' fireplace, creeping over and kneeling down by it.

The Fargas copy.

Dean took it out, inspecting the now-burnt cover and smoking pages. He walked out of the room, and began to call. "Ambrósio? Ambrósio! Ambrósio, it's me, Dean Corso, are you here?" Dean exclaimed, glancing around at the ceilings and by the stairs. "Ambrose, Ambrósio!"

Careful footsteps by the top of the stairs.

Dean let his guard up, cautious. "Ambrósio-?"

"Dean!"

"Ambrósio!"

Ambrósio raced down the stairs, running over to Dean and collapsing into his arms. "Dean, oh my fucking god-" He choked.

Dean wrapped his arms around Ambrósio instinctively, quick to calmly shush him and stroke his hair. "Ambrósio? Are you alright?"

"I was," Ambrósio answered. "One second, my Avô and I were drinking from his pretty blue glasses, the next thing I- I know, he urged me to go upstairs and not let myself be known. I- I- I locked myself in my room and listened by the door, I heard stomping and stuff downstairs, like glass b-breaking."

Dean listened intently, Ambrósio's cologne wafting into his nostrils.

"I heard water, and- and splashing from outside, then a car speeding off. I looked out the window, and- and-" Ambrósio stuttered to a stop, tears welling in his dark eyes.

Dean continued softly shushing him and rubbing his back, noticing that Ambrósio was wearing the same thing from the previous night.

"I wanted to call you, but- but the telephone was broken. I really wanted to, I did-"

"Hey, hey, it's okay" Dean pulled away, hands on Ambrósio's shoulders. "At least you're okay, I'm glad you're still okay."

"Fucking barely, my Avô is dead floating in the f-fucking fountain-!" Ambrósio sobbed, weakly pointing in the direction of the fountain. "I fucking knew something was gonna go bad, and- and- and I knew what to do, I knew I had to call you, 'cause you're a safe zone, but I fucking couldn't, and now the last thing I had to call a fucking family is fucking dead!" He complained.

"You couldn't have done anything, Ambrósio. He told you to go upstairs."

"Avô ushered me upstairs to keep me safe, I could fight for my damned self better than he could, Dean!" Ambrósio pointed out. He exhaled shakily, raking a tatted hand through his hair. "God, fuck-" Ambrósio cursed.

Dean gulped, eyes trailing the floor as he thought of something else. "Do you have anywhere else to go? I'm sure you feel far from safe here, now. You could, come with me, maybe-?"

"Are you kidding?" Ambrósio pulled away from Dean's touch, looking at him with wide eyes. "The little books you and him liked so much are the reason he's fucking gone!"

"That's true, very true."

Ambrósio groaned. "Thanks, but no thanks. I-I'm sure my friends could let me waver with them until this home feels like home, again. God." He shook his head, clutching handfuls of his black hair.

Dean looked as sympathetic as he could. "You're gonna be okay? By yourself, I mean. Once it feels more safer to get back in here."

Ambrósio hummed in an unreadable tone. "I got no choice." He admitted, shrugging. “This is my home, Dean.” Ambrósio sniffled, wiping his eyes. "Fucking Avô, man, with his little demonic baloney books" Ambrósio choked out, shoulders shaking.

Dean glanced behind himself, then back over at Ambrósio. "Listen, is there a friend you definitely know for sure that you can crash with?"

"Uh..." Ambrósio sniffed, wiping his eyes again. "Carmen, she definitely will, she's a real giver. Her and her boyfriend Jeronimo, they'll let me. I guess." He stared down at the floor, grief consuming him.

Dean softly cupped Ambrósio's neck, thumb stroking gently. "Lend me their number, then. I'll make sure I can check in on you every once in a while."

"Why? What do you want with me?" Ambrósio grew grumpy, but perhaps his sudden, impactful loss can make up for it.

Dean shrugged back at him. "I'm worried about you, to say the least. C'mon, Ambrósio, a number for a number." He explained, offering Ambrósio a slip of paper and a pen.

Ambrósio glanced between Dean and the two objects. He gave in, writing down Carmen's number. "Here."

"Thank you." Dean smiled slightly, but it couldn't hide his concern. "Get outta here quick, okay? Hope you don't have too many Hendrix or Foreigner vinyls to pack."

Ambrósio chortled. "I don't only listen to Hendrix and Foreigner, Dean, Jesus Christ."

"Who else do you listen to?"

Ambrósio stepped back, towards his staircase. "I could listen to you. You sound like you could do a number on people if you sing."

Dean knowingly shook his head, looking down to hide his smile. "I don't sing, but...thanks."

Ambrósio scratched his jaw, as if slacking to ask Dean something.

Dean read him like a kids book, and opened his arms. "Do it before I regret it."

Ambrósio broke out into a wide smile, enveloping Dean into a tight hug. "Thank you. Thank you." He whispered, feeling safe for the first time all day.

"No problem, Ambrose. Can I call you 'chico', yet?"

"Only if you beg like you wanted to." Ambrósio flirted.

Dean turned back around, seeing Ambrósio holding onto the opened gate. "What is it, chico? Can I call you ‘chico’?"

“If you ask nicely.”

Dean rolled his eyes knowingly, “save either one of us begging for something from the other for another time.” He finally flirted back.

Dean chuckled, pulling away from the hug. "Never lose the attitude, man."

"Would never dream of it."

The two stood in comfortable silence, gazing at one another.

Then reality took its hold on Dean, who regained his focus. "I should...get going. You'll be fine until your little friends get here?"

"Carmen picks up the phone fast, and Jeronimo drives fast. I can manage in due time...Thank you, again."

"No problem. I'll keep in touch" Dean held up the slip of paper before pocketing it, allowing Ambrósio to escort him out. "Stay safe, Ambrósio."

"No safer than you, Dean." Ambrósio replied, closing and locking the front door.

[probably-not-star-lord]

Guardians of the Galaxy: Part 10 (Peter Quill x Reader)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

A/N: FYI I changed the part in the movie where they make a plan to fight Ronan. Instead of going directly there, I wrote it so it was at night and they slept while they were on their way. Hope y’all don't mind and like this shit anyway!!

Warnings: swearing, mild violence, angst, fluff, NSFW at the end

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The Ravagers stand before you and Peter, still in a tricky position. They aim their weapons at you, ready to shoot, and you just blink at them in confusion. You are unsure where you are and whose ship this is. Keeping their guns on you, they pull Peter off of you and slam him against the wall. Instantly, you get up and try to defend him, wanting to save him like all of those times he saved you. But, to your disgruntlement, they hold you back.

The Ravagers pin Peter harder up against the wall, Yondu striding over to him. He slugs him in the stomach and Peter lets out a painful grunt. At the sight of him hurting, you struggle harshly against their tight grip, quickly running out of energy. "You betray me, boy?" Yondu says, punching him again. "Steal my money?"

"Stop it! Leave him alone!" You yell, being yanked back.

"When I picked you up as a kid, these boys wanted to eat you. They ain't never tasted Terran before," Yondu announces, smacking Peter in the face and grabbing his chin to look him directly in the eyes. You wince at his pain. "I saved your life!"

Peter shakes his head in frustration. "Would you shut up about that?" He spits. "God, twenty years you've been throwin' that in my face like it's some great thing not eating me. Normal people don't even think about eatin' someone else, much less that person having to be grateful for it!" His expression changes as he stares right at Yondu. "You abducted me, man. You stole me from my home and from my family." His voice wavers, the sadness from the memories falling upon him in one big wave.

"You don't give a damn about your Terra! You're scared because you're soft in here," Yondu shouts, striking his chest and referring to his heart. "Here, right here!" He shoves his hands on Peter's chest, tugging on the end of his jacket and pushing him back against the wall with a thud. He tries to keep an angry face, but you can tell he is hurting badly. You want to run out to him and care for him, tell him everything's going to be okay. But, you know it's not.

"Yondu, listen to me," you call out to the man, gaining his needed attention. "Ronan has the orb. It has something inside of it, called an Infinity Stone," you yammer.

Yondu faces Peter again but continues to listen to you speak. "I know what he's got, girl."

"Well, then you know we have to get it back!" You cry. "Gamora told me he's gonna use it to wipe out Xandar. We have to warn them, or billions of people...th-they will die." The mere thought of this haunts you, stinging every part of your body in pain. Peter hates hearing the sadness in your voice and he wants nothing more than to hold you close at this moment. You and Peter are in this together and he is going to do everything in his power to save you and the people of the galaxy. You both have to do whatever it takes to stop Ronan.

"Is that what she's been filling your head with, boy? Sentiment? Eatin' away your brain like maggots!" Yondu interrogates Peter, slapping him after each statement. "That's it," he states with a whistle.

A red arrow darts from Yondu's hip and stops right at the edge of Peter's neck. He moves his head as far away as he can from it, the fear in his eyes peering at the bright, red flames of the arrow. It follows him, not retreating from his neck.

"No!" You wail, pulling from the ravagers as hard as you can, but it's impossible to escape their hold on your wrists.

"Sorry, boy, but a captain has gotta teach his men what happens to those that cross him."

"Captains gotta teach stuff!" Hollers Yondu's right-hand man, Kraglin. All of the Ravagers cheer as Yondu walks within the circle they've formed around Peter.

Peter bites his lip back in anticipation for the arrow to cut his throat. Your eyes start to fill up and you desperately wish that it doesn't end this way. You've seen the brink of death with Peter many times in the past few days but it can't end like this. You want more time with Peter, a lifetime even. It's hard to imagine never getting the chance to live out the rest of your days on the Milano with Peter Quill by your side.

Just as Yondu is about to let out one final whistle, Peter speaks. "If you kill me now, you're sayin' goodbye to the biggest score you have ever seen," he delivers, trying to remain calm as the arrow floats before him.

"The Stone?" Yondu asks, sauntering back over to Peter. "I hope you got somethin' better than that because ain't nobody stealing from Ronan."

"We got a ringer," Peter discloses.

"Is that right?"

He nods to you. "Y/N's sister, Gamora, knows everything there is to know about Ronan: his ships, his army..."

"He has weaknesses, and she knows them," you interject.

"Hey, what do you say, Yondu? Huh? Me and you, taking down a mark side-by-side, like the old days," Peter says, trying his best to grin at Yondu.

Yondu grits his teeth and lets out an echoing whistle. To you and Peter's delight, the whistle flies back to Yondu's side, sparing Peter's life. He lets out a loud laugh. Peter and the rest of the Ravagers laugh as well, most likely out of nervousness. "Let him go!" He bellows, wrapping his arms around Peter. The ravagers release you from their grasp and you feel like you're finally able to breathe. "You always did have a scrote, boy! That's why I kept you on as a young'un."

You smile realizing Peter's expression has returned to his cheery self. Once Yondu lets him go, you rush right over, pulling him into a tight hug. He wraps his arm around you, causing the two of you to fill with warmth and comfort. Neither of you speaks, but the silence says a thousand words.

A crash and a crumble cause you to jump from Peter's arms. "Captain," One of Yondu's subordinates exclaims. "That shot was non-damaging." More shots follow the first one, dust falling from the ceiling with each rattle of the ship. Someone is shooting at you guys? Who the fuck could possibly want you now that you are all without the orb?

"Attention idiots," a familiar voice coming from outside envelops the ship. "The lunatic on top of this craft is holding a Hadron Enforcer. It's a weapon of my own design."

You gaze through the window and stifle a laugh. Drax stands atop the Milano holding an enormous gun while Rocket and Gamora rest in the pilot's seats. "What the hell?" Yondu questions, gawking at the ship in awe.

Rocket's voice booms through the ship again. "If you don't hand over our companions now, he's gonna tear your ship a new one, a very big new one!"

"I ain't buyin' it," Yondu grumbles.

"I'm giving you to the count of five. Five-"

Peter lunges to the flight deck as Rocket continues to countdown. He presses a button on the panels to communicate with him. "No! Wait, hold on! Rocket, it's me for god sakes! We figured it out! We're fine!"

"Oh, hey Quill," Rocket replies smoothly. "What's going on?"

You push your hand on top of Peter's and let your voice ring through the speakers in space. "What's going on?" you construe. "What's going on, is that you dumbasses need to get over here and help us come up with a plan to defeat that Kree bastard, Ronan!"

Rocket's cackling flows through the ship abruptly. "Now that's what I'm talking about!" He pulls the Milano over to Yondu's ship as he, Drax, and Gamora dismount it. It rocks idly by in space, safely parked.

You, Peter, Gamora, Rocket, and Drax gather in an open room on the ravager ship. Peter explains the situation with Yondu and Rocket is clearly aggravated. "You call that figured out? We're gonna rob the guys who just beat us senseless?"

"You want to talk about senseless?" Peter seethes. "How about trying to save us by blowing us up?"

"We were only gonna blow you up if they didn't turn you over!"

"And how on earth were they gonna turn us over when you only gave them a count of five?"

Gamora sighs. "We did not have much time to work out the logistics of the plan," she huffs.

Rocket shakes his head. "This is what we get for acting altruistically."

"I am Groot."

"They are ungrateful!" He slaps his hands on his thighs in disbelief.

"Your plan didn't make any sense. You just would have blown Peter and I up as well," you reply.

Rocket is about to retaliate against you for stepping on his "brilliant" plan, but Gamora broadcasts her voice to all of you "What's important now is we get the Ravager's army to help us save Xandar."

"So we can give the stone to Yondu who's just gonna sell it to somebody else?"

"We'll figure that part out later," Peter explains.

"We just have to stop Ronan for now," you proclaim.

"How?" Rocket asks.

"I have a plan," Peter recites.

"You've got a plan?"

"Yes."

"First of all, you're copying me from when I said I had a plan."

"No, I'm not." Peter exasperates. "People say that all the time, it's not that unique of a thing to say."

"Secondly, I don't even believe you have a plan," Rocket continues, crossing his arms.

"I have...part of a plan!"

"What percentage of a plan do you have?" Drax asks.

"You don't get to ask questions after the nonsense you pulled on Knowhere," Gamora hisses at him.

Astonished, Drax gives the whole group a stunned look. "I just saved Quill and Y/N!"

"We've already established that you destroying the ship we're on is not saving us."

You nod towards Peter. "Exactly."

"When did we establish it?"

"Like, three seconds ago!" you groan.

"I wasn't listening. I was thinking of something else," he mumbles to himself, bringing his gaze to the floor.

"Gamora is right, you don't get an opinion," Rocket argues. "What percentage?"

"I don't know..." He hesitates. "Twelve percent."

"Twelve percent?" Rocket guffaws hysterically.

"That's a fake laugh," Peter gripes.

"It's real!"

"Totally fake," you retort.

"That is the most real, authentic, hysterical laugh of my entire life because that is not a plan," he defends.

"It's barely a concept," Gamora mentions.

Peter's jaw drops. "You're takin' their side?"

"I am Groot."

Rocket looks at Groot, appalled at his words that you don't understand. "So what if it's better than eleven percent?" he asks him.

"Thank you, Groot. Thank you," Peter gleefully states, patting Groot on the back. "See? Groot's the only one of you has a clue." Groot attempts to eat a flower that grew out of his shoulder after Peter says this. You all look in disgust for a moment, before Peter brings the attention back to himself. "Guys. Come on. Yondu is gonna be here in two seconds. He expects to hear this big plan of ours. I need your help." No one says anything, so Peter continues with his pep talk. "I look around at us. You know what I see? Losers." Drax gives him a concerning glare. "I mean, like, folks who have lost stuff. And we have, man, we have. All of us. Our homes, our families, normal lives. And, usually, life takes more than it gives, but not today. Today, it's given us something. It has given us a chance."

"To do what?" you question.

"To give a shit, for once, not to run away. I, for one, am not gonna stand by and watch as Ronan wipes out billions of innocent lives."

"But, Quill, stopping Ronan, it's impossible," Rocket whines with grief. "You're asking us to die."

"Yeah, I guess I am." He presses his hand to his stressed face and wanders away from the rest of the group, taking a deep breath.

"Peter," you convene, so he turns back to the group, his eyes falling on you. "I was taken from my home and tortured by a man for years until I escaped only to roam around space alone. I would be happy to die alongside my new friends..." You stare out at Drax, Groot, and Rocket, giving them a weak smile. "...my sister..." you look to Gamora, who returns your smile. "...and you." You stand up with him, grabbing his hand and bore into his eyes with your own. He knows you are with him completely and he gives your hand a gentle squeeze.

"Quill," Gamora asserts, also standing. "After Y/N left our ship, I lived most of my life surrounded by enemies. I will be grateful to die among my family and friends."

Now, Drax stands up. "You are an honorable man, Quill. I will fight beside you, and in the end, I will see my wife and daughter again," he spiels.

"I am Groot." Groot stands.

"Huh...what the hell, I don't got that long of a lifespan, anyway." Rocket props himself up on the box he was sitting on. "Now I'm standing. Y'all happy? We're all standing up now. Bunch of jackasses, standing in a circle."

It is agreed upon, then. You are all willing to risk your lives to save the galaxy and be around each other at the time of your death. Dying tomorrow while fighting isn't inevitable, and there is still a chance you could all make it out alive, saving the entire galaxy in the process. It's certainly a slim chance, however, and the six of you are going to take it.

Late into the night, you, Peter, Gamora, Rocket, Drax, and Groot work alongside Yondu and the rest of the Ravagers. Gamora explains the power of the Infinity Stone and how all Ronan has to do is touch it to the planet's surface to wipe out everything that populates it. Everything on Xandar would die, including the Nova Corp. Your team's goal is to make sure Ronan is never given the opportunity to touch it to the surface.

Devising the plan more specifically, it's decided that Rocket will blow a hole in the Dark Aster's starboard hull, allowing Peter and Yondu's crafts to enter. You will have to take down hundreds of Sakarran soldiers inside, which Drax says will be easy for him. Then, once on board, Gamora will dismantle the power source to remove Ronan from isolation. The Hadron Enforcer will then be used to kill Ronan. After he is dead, someone needs to retrieve the Stone and contain it in a device that Gamora passes out to every single one of you. Finally, Peter plans on contacting the Nova Corp officers that arrested you, informing them that you're there to help save Xandar.

Yondu tells everyone that you will arrive on Xandar in about fifteen hours, so he recommends that everyone get some rest. You're very grateful for an opportunity to get some sleep because you haven't rested once today. He assigns everyone to extra quarters on his ship and Peter offers up spots on the Milano. You shower again quickly on the ship, only able to put on the same, dingy clothes you've been wearing since you went to Morag. You exit the bathroom with your walkman playing quietly in your hears. You spot Peter sitting on a couch in the Milano listening to his own walkman, focused on it. He casually glances up at you when you enter the room. You take a seat next to him, both of you listening to your own music in solitude. At some point, you're ready to go to your given room for greatly needed sleep. But, as your exhaustion consumes you, you just pass out where you are.

Moments later, you feel yourself being carried away from your spot on the couch. You're gently placed on a comfortable bed and you hear the sound of a door shutting. Your eyes flutter open carefully, and next to you is Peter, tearing his boots off on the side of the bed. "Peter..." you call out to him.

"Hey, Y/N," he says, sending you a gentle, tired smile. "I moved you to my room if you don't mind."

You shake your head groggily. "No, I don't mind." Peter removes his pants, now laying down on the bed in nothing but a long sleeve tee and briefs. Unintentionally, you stare him down.

He notices and snickers at you. Then he peels his t-shirt off too. You admire his broad chest and abs. You can't help it. He laughs again, loudly this time. "Like what you see?"

"Shut up," you whimper, turning your back to him and closing your eyes.

Peter wraps an arm around you. "Do you wanna change, darlin'? You know...get more comfortable?" He whispers, his hot breath hitting your neck.

"I'm not stripping down to my underwear like you just did if that's what you want."

"I mean, it would be ideal." He smirks, getting up from the bed and fishing through some drawers in his room. "Here," he says, tossing a pair of boxers and t-shirt at you.

You sit up, too tired to change, but longing to sleep in comfort. You look to Peter, who's still standing beside the bed, and search his green eyes. Lifting your arms above your head, you flash an innocent smile, signaling him to undress you. He meanders over to you, crawling across the bed. "No peeking," you hum in a hushed tone.

Peter gulps, nodding in response as he tugs your shirt over you. He glances up to the ceiling, trying very hard not to look down. "I promise I won't look," he expresses. As the shirt makes its way up over your head, blocking your vision, he is unable to look up anymore, marveling at your bare chest. "...okay I looked." You kick him in the leg, thankful your shirt is covering your blushing cheeks. Quickly darting his eyes back up to the ceiling, he pulls his own shirt over you. It's huge on you, but it smells like Peter and is extremely comfortable. You never want to wear anything else ever again. Lying you down, he strips your pants, tossing them on the ground. He pulls the pair of boxers over your panties. You're too tired to really think about the fact that Peter just undressed you, but you know it made the two of you happy.

Peter crawls into the covers with you, placing a kiss on your cheek and dragging you into his body. His embrace is warm, and you think about how he may have never cuddled with you if you hadn't kissed him. That kiss had provided him with a boost of confidence, so now he knows that you want him to hold you all night. That's how you fall asleep, peacefully enveloped in Peter's grasp.

The next morning, you wake up still in his arms. A sleepy grin creeps up your lips and you scoot closer into him. He lazily places one of his legs on top of you and snuggles you tightly. Your eyes shoot open as you feel something press against your backside. You cover up your light chuckle. "Peter?" you mutter.

"Mmm?" he grumbles in acknowledgment.

"Do you have a...are you...?" you struggle to find the right way to ask if he's hard, the idea of an aroused Peter in his underwear and pushed up against you having you flustered like crazy.

"Shhhh," he hushes, lips lightly grazing your neck. "We're not gonna talk about it."

"So you are?"

"Yes, okay?" he yammers. "I'm sorry but it's...it's the morning, and it doesn't help that I have the nicest ass in the whole damn galaxy pressed up against my dick right now." You don't hold back your laughter now, hiding the fact that you are kind of intrigued. Peter Quill's erect cock is pressed against you and it's hard to think of anything other than it buried inside you. "Stop laughing! Maybe if you move over it will go away. Unless..." His words linger in the air as he peppers a few kisses to your jawline. "...you wanna take care of it."

"I'll consider it."

He leans into your ear, his breath hot up against your neck. "Really?"

You sit up in the bed, glancing down at a groggy, excited Peter on his back. Slowly, you begin leaving a trail of light kisses from his neck down his bare chest. You settle in between his legs as you do so, feeling his cock twitch as you get lower. He leans his head back, letting out a groan of pleasure and excitement. Halting at the hem of his briefs, you make eye contact with Peter. His eyes are dark and full of lust, practically begging you to touch him.

You smile flirtatiously. "No."

"You're such a god damn tease," Peter whines, yanking you into his body as you sit up. The two of you have a laughing fit as Peter calms himself down.

"I would never consider doing anything like that with you." The sarcasm drips very evidently off of your voice as you stare at Peter.

"Why not?" He groans and wipes his face in his hands. "You don't seem to mind getting close to me and kissin' me, sweetheart. So why stop there? Why not take it to the next level?" Peter puts his face only inches from yours, smirking.

"It's fun getting you worked up."

"It's not fun for me!" Peter defends. A shift in his smirk demonstrates that he has an idea. "Although...I have to say it would be fun to get you all worked up. I can be a tease too, you know."

"In your dreams, Peter." You push him away playfully and get up from the bed. "Besides, that kiss yesterday was simply just a way for me to thank you for saving my life so many times," you casually state as if it isn't a massive lie.

You're fighting the urge to grab Peter and kiss him again and again because you could never get sick of it. Instead, however, you continue leading the playboy on, never giving him what he so desperately wants. He can see right through your lies as he stares you down from edge the bed. That kiss meant something. Then, of course, you knew exactly what you were doing last night and this morning. So did Peter. His eyebrows raise out of curiosity, trying to save the situation and still win you over.

"Are you sayin' that if I save your life another time you'll kiss me again?"

You ponder on the thought for a moment, knowing that rewarding Peter will get both of you what you desire. But, you are not going to let casanova Peter Quill get into your pants that easily, regardless of how badly you want him. "Hmm, I'll think about it. Let's see if you can take down Ronan today," you tease, seductively leaning over the bed to bring your face close to Peter's. You glance down at his lips. "Then maybe I'll do whatever the hell you want, Star-Lord."

Peter's eyes widen in excitement and eagerness. He scurries over to pick up his clothes from the floor, moving faster than you've ever seen him move before. Quickly and with a certain sloppiness, Peter starts getting dressed. "Well, in that case," he says, pulling down his crumpled shirt. "We gotta go get ready to kick some Kree ass."

Part Eleven: Here

[boku-no-meme-academia]

Chapters: 12/? Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Izuku & Shinsou Hitoshi Characters: Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Midoriya Izuku, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Bakugou Katsuki, Monoma Neito, Ashido Mina, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Sero Hanta, Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu Additional Tags: Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Tags Will Be Added As Fic Goes Along, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Training, Past Child Abuse, Minor Original Character(s), Shinsou Is Tired™, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Aizawa Accidentally Cares About This Kid Oops Summary:

In which Shinsou Hitoshi asks one of his long-time favorite heroes to personally train him to become one, and maybe he'll finally get into the Hero Course if he works hard enough.

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HAPPY HOLIDAYS I HAVE UPDATED MY FIC FOR U YOUNG'UNS AND I WORKED HARD ON THIS CHAP AND ITS 4.5K WORDS LONG AND I AM GOD

[dellanio]

Poplar Mountain Part 22 by Dellani Oakes

Lucius volunteers to go to town to pick up a new pump for the pool. While there, he goes to see his brother.

"Don't know, Will. All I know's he ended up face down in the creek. Me and Dollie—saw him."

"Lordy, Lucius! When Squires come knockin' last night, I thought for sure Daddy'd kilt ya. I can't say I'm sorry the old bastard is gone, but I'm sure sorry for Mama."

"Me too. I got some business here in town, then I need to get back up to the school. You take me?"

Will glanced at his boss, who nodded. "Thanks, Mr. Prentice. Yeah, let me know when you're done. I got lunch comin' soon. You stay for that?"

"Reckon I can. Meet you back here at twelve."

"I got something for you." Smiling, he waved to his brother.

Lucius wandered around town for about twenty minutes, window shopping. He bought some pretty pink flowers for Dollie. It was a potted plant for the window of her office. She preferred live plants to cut flowers. He bought some hard candy for his mother. He knew they were going to have a lot of company over the next few days. He wanted something special for her to set out and knew the hard candy would keep well.

He wanted to get a few things for the children, but couldn't decide. He got an assortment of penny candy figuring they'd enjoy that. All his purchases in hand, he went back to Will's truck and tucked them inside. His brother came out a few minutes later and helped him load up the pump. They walked down the street to the same diner where he and Dollie had bought their pie and coffee.

"Was it just last night?" Lucius asked absently, rubbing his eyes.

"You mean Daddy?"

Lucius shook his head. "Me and Dollie at the movies. Seems a whole lifetime passed between then and now."

Willem nodded. "How's Mama?"

"Coping."

"Young'uns?"

"Hit the babies hard. Sally can't stop crying. Jacob...." He shrugged. "I think Sam's relieved. Hard to tell with the girls. I will say they done their work this morning 'thowt a fuss. Pitched in like troopers. How long that'll last, who knows?"

Will nodded, fiddling with his coffee cup. "Do you need me to come back and help out?"

"Don't know yet. Sure will when the crops come in. For now, I hope to work half the day at the school, t'other half up at the farm. I was hoping to buy a truck, lighten the load a mite. That ain't gonna happen on half salary. And I wanted to buy Dollie a ring...."

"You asked her?"

Lucius chuckled, remembering his abortive proposal. "More like demanded." He explained. "Lord, what that girl does to me without even trying. Swear to God, I'm gonna bust if I can't have her soon."

"Maybe once she's got that ring?" He winked at his brother.

Lucius shrugged. "Dollie ain't like Patty, relaxed in her attitude. She's wound so tight, she's like to snap."

"Needs some lovin'," Will said with a knowing glimmer in his eyes.

"Hell, she ain't the only one. Startin' to feel a pinch." He shifted uncomfortably. "But I can't afford a ring anymore than I can a truck."

"I can't do jack diddly about a truck," Wil said. "But the ring I got sussed." He pulled a small cloth bag from his pocket. It was dark blue velvet with a shiny string drawing it closed. Will laid it in his brother's hand.

Lucius opened the bag, tipping it into his hand. Inside was a beautiful silver ring. It was similar to the one Will had made for Patty, only this one was covered in dragon flies, their iridescent wings sparkling in the sunlight.

"Mr. Prentice showed me how to make the enamel like that. Ain't it pretty?"

"It's beautiful! She'll love this! I can't pay you for this right now, Will."

"It's a wedding present. That, and my time building on your house."

Lucius thanked his brother. "You don't know what this means to me, Will."

"I do. Means your life's finally on track. Now you got the ring, you improve on that proposal."

The brothers drove back to the school. Will helped unload the pump and drove back to town. Lucius and Patrick replaced the pump, taking most of the afternoon.

Somehow, Lucius managed to get through the rest of his day. He graciously accepted condolences he didn't feel he deserved. He wasn't mourning, but his family was. Part of him felt guilty even acknowledging the kindly meant words. When school was over, Lucius rounded up his siblings and walked them up the narrow dirt track to their home. The yard was full of young children, horses, mules and rattletrap trucks. The clan had descended.

The girls and Joshua ran to greet them. Samuel and Lucius headed right to the barn to do the evening chores. Jane came and joined them a few minutes later. They worked without talking until everything was done. A short dousing at the outdoor pump refreshed them a little before going inside.

Their mother was surrounded by all the women in the clan. Sally huddled beside her. Jane took her outside to play with the other children. She protested slightly, but Jane was firm. A flash of her dark eyes at her mother, was full of reprimand.

© 2019 Dellani Oakes

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[pannacottawarrior]

heyo i made a thing instead of doing homework, getting any sleep i lost during the night, finishing going through tags and answering asks lmfao sorry bye

blank template is here

anyway ships undercut

OTPs

Zenyatta/Lúcio - I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP I SWEAR TO GOD;;;; I CAN IMAGINE THEIR RELATIONSHIP BEING POSITIVE N' SWEET VIBES 90% OF THE TIME, 5% DORKINESS AND THE REST THE USUAL HEALTHY 'BAD' PARTS OF A RELATIONSHIP (disagreements and arguments aren't unhealthy yo)

Zenyatta/Genji - one of the first few OTPs i had in this fandom ;v; still support it!!

Lúcio/Genji - hella cute :V i can see them getting along! 

Bastion/Lúcio: cUTE;; i like it as a ship too!! ;v; (OT3: Genji/Zenyatta/Lúcio, OT4: Genji/Zenyatta/Lúcio/Bastion)

Mei/Zarya - 100/10 WOULD SHIP TO INFINITY AGAIN

Bastion/Orisa - they're nonbinary lesbeans Harold;;;

McCree/Hanzo - first OTP in the fandom, i don't ship it as much nowadays but i still support it :V

Ana/Reinhardt - G O O D

Pharah/Symmetra - A M A Z I N G

Sombra/Symmetra - W O N D E R F U L

Tracer/Emily - obviously

Don't Mind-TPs

Mercy/Pharah - cute! ;v; i used to ship it a lot!! but i kinda grew out of it; still don't mind it though :V but don't incorporate racist tropes/unbalanced dynamics in your fanart/fanfic please =-= that goes for any ship

Mercy/Hanzo - it's aight i guess

Zarya/Doomfist - i once saw fanart for it with Zarya carrying him and Akande was just 'A STRONG MAN EMBRACES STRONG WOMEN!!!' and i just;;; it's adorable;;;;

Pharah/Sombra - noice!! >:3c

Reaper/Soldier 76 - i don't mind them being exes??? o-o honestly i have mixed feelings about this ship as a whole but if they exes - ayo that's cool

Widowmaker/Sombra - mixed feelings generally but overall i guess it's not too bad? o-o

Roadhog/Junkrat - they're gay Hannah;;;;

Doomfist/Reaper - it's cool~ uwu

Queerplatonics

Lúcio + D.Va - Y E S, GIVE ME THESE TWO PROMISING TO STICK TOGETHER AND BEING THERE FOR EACH OTHER WHENEVER THEY CAN YO!!

D.Va + Zenyatta - Y  E  S;;;; G O D  Y E S;;;;;;;;;;

Ana + Reinhardt - i can?? see them being QPs too????? i like to think in canon they're QPs and if not then REALLY close friends XDD

Best Friends

Lúcio + Tracer + D.Va + Bastion + Zenyatta + Mei + Orisa - tHE YOUNG'UNS FRIENDSHIP CLUB!! >:3c EVEN THOUGH MEI'S 30+ AND BASTION'S OLD AF

Ana + Reinhardt - works as a really good friendship too!! ^v^ tbh any of my OTPs but this one especially!

Winston + Mei - they're science BFFS Haley;;;;

Zarya + Reinhardt - they go to the gym on Saturdays

Hanzo + Symmetra - snarky best friends who also enjoy each other’s company and like to talk about tea, favorite places they’ve visited n’ good shit they’ve done/seen over the months

Family-like

Ana + Lúcio - sNIPER GRANDMA LOOKING OUT FOR NOT-ACTUALLY-HER GRANDSON!! AND FROG GRANDSON WILL FIGHT YOU IF YOU SAY ANYTHING BAD ABOUT HER--

D.Va + Reinhardt - okay hear me out - Hana getting shoulder rides on the big dude;;; and them just chilling together;; Rein taking D.Va out to bonding trips like fishing n' road trips n' shit and they talk about their war days which is both full of awesome happy moments and ANGSTY HURT/COMFORT TYPE SHIT

Zarya + D.Va - bIG SIS N' LIL' SIS!!!!!

Reinhardt and Ana are more or less the young'un's grandma and grandpa

Pharah + McCree - bRO N' SIS!!!!!!!

NOTPs

Soldier 76/D.Va - why?????

Mercy/Genji - WHY????????

Winston/Anyone - dhyjukilkjyhfxhcmkhvgi

Hanzo/Genji - W H Y ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Mei/Junkrat - i just e-e can't see it happening;;; sorry;;;;;

D.Va/anyone - i headcanon her as aromantic and demisexual and i'm usually just more interested in romantic/sweet/emotional aspects of a relationship ;v;'' so ye i ship her with no one

Reinhardt/Lúcio - nope

Lúcio/Doomfist - n o p e

???

Moira/Science - she's still sorta new but i can't really see her into anyone? o-o not that she's aro or aroace imo - it's just she's so new i literally got no opinions on her ships and the idea of her being in a relationship yet???? for now - she's married to science XDD