#Joseph Good Luck Kid

[thejoyofviolentmovement]

New Video: JOVM Mainstays Joseph Shares Buoyant and Anthemic "The Sun"

New Video: JOVM Mainstays Joseph Shares Buoyant and Anthemic "The Sun" @thebandjoseph @atorecords @bigfeatpr @therightcadence @WhatsTheStoryCA

After a busy weekend covering The New Colossus Festival‘s fourth edition, I wound up catching a real nasty cold that has kicked my ass: I’ve felt miserable for the past four days or so. And unfortunately, because we live together, my mother caught what I had. So it sounds a bit like a sick ward here. But somehow, the show must go on, as best as it could. right? Portland, OR-based sibling indie…

[whenfatecollides]

Hi :)

hey! 🌻

Unconditional, I'll give you everything you'll ever want Love doesn't have a flag, it doesn't have a border, it doesn't have a color We've arrived on a new planet You can run like crazy I could be your fantasy baby

[kittluzbills]

New Nerves j.b.

guys!! Don’t hate me but a lot of my stuff will prob be short since i’m easing back into writing. I love you all endlessly and i am working through the requests i promise!

Based off of these requests:

“hey! Can you write something where the reader and Joe are in a fairly new relationship and she goes to her first game of his, standing in the family area on the sidelines, and this is their first public outing?

THANK YOU!”

and

“Yay welcome back!! What about a Joe burrow one where you go down to the field to see him right before the game? “

…………

New Nerves

j.b.

“come down i wanna see u :)”

Joe had texted me while I was up sitting in the box with the rest of his family waiting for the game to start. We were enjoying a few drinks dressed in our orange when I excused myself. I snuck out of my seat and made my way towards the door when Joe’s mom asked me where I was headed to.

“Y/N where are you headed to?” she asked.

“Joe is begging for me to come down there so you know I have to before he throws a tantrum.” I replied with a slight giggle.

“That boy is so dramatic. Well, if you stop for a snack, grab me one pretty please.” she asked.

“Will do ma.” I let out quickly before turning back around and heading out. 

My nerves were a little wracked since this was the first time Joe and I were gonna be seen in public as a couple. Sure we had been together since our sophomore year of college, but ever since Joe started his professional career, we kept things private.

 I made my way down the steps past all of the seated fans and went over to the ledge where I saw Joe stretching and talking to his other teammates. I wanted to grab his attention but I knew how important it was for him to warm up. I had been waiting for a few minutes when Ja’Marr had pointed me out to Joe. I saw his head snap and we made eye contact as the widest, cheeky grin flooded his face.

He came jogging over to me like the cutest little kid. Not even noticing the photographers on the field pointing their cameras in our direction.

“Hi baby” he said through a grin.

“Hey honey” I replied as I leaned down over the railing to place a kiss on his forehead.

“No lips?” he questioned with his puppy dog eyes.

I bent back down with a huff to place a soft kiss on his lips. Just as our lips connected I felt both of his arms snake under my armpits as he brought me down over the railing with a swift pull.

“Joseph! Everyone is gonna see us!” I yelled as I was laughing.

“Sorry baby, just missed you a little extra. Plus who cares, you’re with me not them. ” He replied with a warm smile and rosey cheeks to match it.

“You’re crazy” I said as he finally placed my feet on the ground and towered over me with all of his gear on. He was always so handsome.

“Can’t keep my girl a secret anymore.” He replied while placing one of his hands on the small of my back, lightly pushing on it to bring me closer to him. I was admiring how pretty he was when his teammates started yelling for him to head over to their huddle since the game was about to begin.

“Joe, you gotta go, come on.” I said sternly.

He placed a few more sloppy kisses on my lips before he placed his hands back on my hips. I turned around to face the ledge again as he helped me jump up to reach it. I stablelized my footing as I propped myself up over the ledge. I turned around to wish him good luck. 

As he was running off I was blowing him kisses and mouthing ‘i love you’ until he turned around and reached his hudled team. 

As I was making my way up the stairs back to the box I noticed fans with their phones out.

Shit.

Realizing that people had seen us being affectionate for the first time was all I could think about. I always told Joe how worried I was about how mean some people on the internet could be. He always reassured me that I was safe with him. God, he was so convincing.

As I reached the box where the rest of his family was sitting, the worries about social media and pda that had previously flooded my mind were washed away when I realized I forgot the most important thing.

His moms snack

I mean she couldn’t be that mad if I didn’t stop to get myself one, right?

………………..

guys why do i kind of hate this lol somebody please invalidate the negative feelings. ANYWAYS, thank you for the absolutely insane support, i can’t thank you guys enough i am so serious. sorry this is so short, i don’t feel super confident yet. regardless of that I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU!

xx, kitt

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requests!

[longitudinalwaveme]

The Rogues of Earth-93473.

Pied Piper: Hartley Rathaway; he has a magical talking flute with a maleveolent mind of its own. His family was very wealthy a few generations back, but grandparents with no money sense and parents with rather bad luck meant that he grew up poor. (Based on "Pay the Piper", a fanfic I wrote).

Weather Wizard: Dr. Claudio "Clyde" Mardon, a meteorologist whose life and reputation were ruined after he refused to allow his weather wand to be marketed as a weapon to shady private military contractors by Lex Luthor----who promptly launched a smear campaign against him that made it impossible for him to work in his field. He accidentally killed his brother, Marco "Mark" Mardon (after the latter tried to hide out with him while on the run), and ended up going to prison for two years for possession of what was seen as an unlicensed deadly weapon. Much more intelligent and powerful than his main-universe counterpart, and also much more ambitious. He seeks to take over the world so that he can make things "right" and ensure that no one else will have to suffer. Arguably somewhat delusional, but nevertheless incredibly skilled at using his wand. (Based on "Twister", another fanfic.)

Captain Cold: Leonard Snart. He's mostly the same as his main-universe counterpart, but is also the older half-brother of Roscoe "The Top" Dillon; the two of them share the same mother. As such, the two actually get along quite well in this universe, and actually co-founded the Rogues together.

The Top: Roscoe Neyle Dillon. Similar to his main-universe counterpart, although less ambitious and ruthless and even more prone to mental health problems. He's also the younger half-brother of Leonard "Captain Cold" Snart, and the two get along well. He is the boyfriend of ice skater Lisa Star, who is the counterpart of the main-universe Golden Glider. She is not a criminal, as Roscoe has not yet died, and she is not related to Captain Cold in this universe.

The Mirror Walker: Evan McCulloch, age 12. More or less the kid sidekick of the group. He is from Scotland, but ended up in the US when one of Dr. Samuel Joseph Scudder's mirror inventions went wrong. Already traumatized from his experiences in the orphanage where he grew up (basically the same ones as experienced by his main-universe counterpart), Evan reacted to his sudden teleportation to another country by panicking, grabbing some of Dr. Scudder's mirror technology, and then disappearing into the Mirror Realm. He used this technology to steal to survive, and was eventually taken in/forcibly attached himself to the Rogues.

Notably, Dr. Samuel Scudder is not a criminal, and is in fact a friend of the Flash (Barry Allen).

The Trickster: Jenette Jesse. Basically the same as her main-universe counterpart, just a woman. Naturally, she uses her status as "a girl" to her advantage whenever she can.

Captain Boomerang: George "Digger" Wiggins. The son of W. W. and Betty Wiggins. Unlike his main-universe counterpart, Digger grew up rich, since his mother married his biological father after divorcing her first husband. He has an Australian accent due to spending half his childhood in a penthouse in Melbourne. He turned to a life of crime partially due to the antics of the Pied Piper's malevolent flute, and partially out of boredom. He and Pied Piper are actually good friends due to the fact that Piper used to work for him.

[dailydemonspotlight]

Fionn Mac Cumhaill - Day 56

Race: Genma

Alignment: Light-Neutral

June 17th, 2024

Can you believe it guys? SMT V: Vengeance, just a... wait, it already came out? Damn, this joke doesn't work. Still, today we delve deeper into the hallowed hallows of Irish stories, examining a certain hero that has only one rival in terms of his popularity, which says a lot, given that rival is none other than Cu Chulainn; a legendary hunter-warrior who led the powerful army of warriors known as the Fianna, Fionn Mac Cumhaill. Infamous within the series for having one of the toughest boss fights in SMT V, Fionn actually is one of the most popular (and prominent) legendary figures in Irish folklore, and I'm frankly surprised it took this long for him to show up in the series.

Most of these Irish stories come in the forms of appearing in books called cycles- for one, the Ulster Cycle covers the exploits of Cú Chullain and Queen Medb, but in the case of Fionn Mac Cumhaill, one need not look further than another one of these books, that being the Fenian Cycle. The reasoning for this common naming scheme has actually been lost to time, so that's fun, but at least some people try to offer explanations. One that I enjoy actually comes from a Reddit post that purports that it may be because these tales 'cycle' around a certain character, like how the Fenian cycles around Fionn, or the Ulster cycles around Cú. That aside, though, these tales are notable from place to place for both providing context on Irish history itself as well as being great stand-alone stories in-and-of themselves.

One of these stories in the Fenian Cycle is entitled "The Boyhood Deeds of Fionn," originating as a fractured manuscript called Laud 610: folio 118Rb-121Va, though translations and added-on segments from other stories likely connected have led to the commonly accepted translation. Originally, Laud 610 was the only thing we had to work off of for Fionn Mac Cumhaill, a 14th century manuscript written in I believe Gaelic? The most recent translation we have to work off of, made up of translations, transliterations, and added-on segments, appears in a book written by Joseph Falaky Nagy called "The Wisdom of the Outlaw: Boyhood Deeds of Finn in Gaelic Narrative Tradition." In the story, it goes over the, well, exploits of Fionn Mac Cumhaill, starting with what else but his birth.

In the tale, it begins with the death of Fionn's father, Cumhall, who was the leader of the Fianna, a word used to effectively mean a band of hunter-warriors. Killed by his mortal enemy, Goll mac Morna, his unborn son and his wife Muirne were waiting for him, but upon Muirne learning of his death, she sent her son away as soon as he was born, fearing for his safety. This son's name was Demne, and whom he ended up with, a druiddess named Bodhmall, gave him the surname of Máel, his name effectively meaning "Stalwart shorthair druid." Bodhmall and her gal-pal Liath Luachra end up raising Demne to be a strong warrior, accompanying him on his myriad adventures, within one of which he gains his name, Fionn. After eating a salmon. We'll get to that. Given that he was just a kid, he had no real reason to be much of a fantastic warrior as of yet. However, the fates had different plans.

One day, while out hunting with a band of the Fianna, he'd come across a nice place to go fishing. While still known as Denme, aka being very young, he'd come across what was effectively a video game sidequest- a poet named Finnegas had spent years fishing in a nearby river to catch the mythical Salmon of Wisdom, as he had gotten a prophecy years back that he would eventually eat the salmon and gain all the world's wisdom. However, he had very poor luck. Denme, recognizing the frustration of the struggle, offered to help in going fishing. After a little while, the poet finally caught it! Recognizing the metaphorical good luck charm in Denme now by his side, he'd let the kid cook it.

While cooking the salmon, however, Fionn accidentally burned his thumb, to which he instinctively stuck it in his mouth... incidentally blessing himself with all the world's knowledge. Likely astonished by how dumb this kid was, Finnegas would give up, letting him have the entire rest of the salmon, now meaning that he could have access to the entire world's repository of knowledge... as long as he sucked his thumb. Yeahhh. Hilariously, this ability went on to be known as the "Thumb of Knowledge." I gotta wonder how Fionn felt when he got older and still had to do such an embarrassing ritual to access his strength.

As Fionn began to grow older, he grew accustomed to working under the services of many kingdoms, but when he'd mention his father's name- Cumhall- they'd send him away out of fear that they couldn't fight off his enemies. As it'd turn out, Cumhall was a massive fan of making foes, and was also a piece of work, to say the least, having abducted his wife and forced her to marry. Yikes. Thankfully, Fionn was far from his father in spirit, as shown when in future myths he ended up forgiving and even teaming up with Goll mac Morna. This story also ties into the Fomorians, but I'll leave you to look into that further yourself.

Several more myths surround Fionn, but this DDS is growing long, so I'll let you read them yourself. Trust me, they're a blast. A personal favorite of mine is that he never truly died- instead, he sealed himself into a cave to return when Ireland was at it's most dire moment. Given Irish history, I dread to think about what could happen next for Fionn to return (joke shamefully stolen from OSP's fantastic video on Fionn mac Cumhaill.) It's speculated that the reasoning for Fionn's biting of his thumb to access his pool of knowledge is actually connected to a belief in Fionn possibly being based on a real figure as well, though who this historical figure is is unknown- as the theory goes, he might've had a habit of biting his thumb while deep in thought. While this hypothesis has been offered time and time again, it's hard to pin down who exactly Fionn might have been.

In SMT, Fionn's design is honestly one of my favorite in the series, combining so many aspects of his character- his badass hunter-warrior look, druidic influences, his great blade, all the way down to one of his thumbs being covered in salmon-colored scales. I haven't played SMT V, unfortunately, but he appears as a rather infamous boss in the game with an utterly bumping theme, almost feeling like an anime character's theme track, which is very fitting, given Fionn's exploits. I can't wait to see this guy when I finally get my hands on Vengeance.

[locustandwildhoney]

Imagine Jacob Seed being good with kids because he had to raise his brothers.

I'm talking about when they're tiny bitty babies still.

He gets really stressed out if the baby starts crying, the sound just immediately brings him back to the hell of being tiny and taking care of Joseph's newborn colicky self. So Jacob keeps the baby with him at all times, always within reach. He's regimented about it too, keeps the strict feeding/sleeping schedule, that baby is well taken care of. You can often find Jacob carrying the baby around while he does other things. He circles around the room, reading paperwork in one hand, carrying baby in the other.

The moment they start talking, he starts having trouble. Having opinions means arguments to him. Good luck and godspeed to him when they get past 2 or 3 years.

He's good at providing for his kids when they're older. Keeping them fed, clean, and at least moderately educated. (especially in military history and tactics) But he definitely misses the simplicity of taking care of a baby's needs. He also didn't have to worry about them as much when they were tiny, the moment they could move out of his sight he has been worried nonstop. But hey, that's love. Nothing you can do about that.

[ap41cu5]

The Rookie Detective: Joseph Oda x Fem! Reader (Chapter 2)

short synopsis: the reader, joseph, sebastian, and kidman all head out on an urgent dispatch. the tension between the reader and joseph not going unnoticed by neither sebastian nor kidman. sebastian values joseph's skills as a detective and becomes worried that his feelings for the reader may hinder his work. small TW: attempted sewerslide and this fic is honestly so cheesy LOL word count: 3341

“From my understanding, detectives, this next stop might be a little chaotic. Three armed shoplifters, apparently.”

“Sounds serious. Anyone injured?” Joseph inquired, his arm tightly pressed into yours.

You were currently awkwardly sandwiched in between Kidman and Joseph in the backseat of the cop car. No matter how much you tried to tuck your arms further into yourself or to cross your legs to create more space for the two around you, the two were still tightly pressed up against you. 

“Nah, doesn’t seem like it. They never mentioned any casualties and they probably would’ve sent an ambulance had there been,” the patrolman driving replied.

Suddenly, his eyes shifted over to yours in the rear view mirror. His eyebrows raised at the sight of you and a glint of curiosity within his eyes.

“Who’s the newbie in the middle seat back there?” He asked, his gaze returning to the road ahead.

“I’m the new trainee. (First & Last Name), it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, sir,” you introduced yourself, still feeling a bit uptight.

“Agh, there’s no need for any formalities. I’m Connelly. Oscar Connelly. Good luck on the job today, by the way,” his eyes met yours again in the rear view mirror.

“Thank you, I appreciate it,” you reply, feeling a bit more at ease.

The next few minutes of the drive consisted of comfortable silence, the cloudy skies creating a scenic view. The low hum of the engine and the raindrops showering the outside of the car was rather relaxing.

Soon after, Connelly parked the car near the back of the supermarket.

As soon as the car parked, Sebastian as well as Joseph and Kidman exited the vehicle, seemingly unfazed by the pouring rain.

Following shortly behind them, both Sebastian and Joseph readied their pistols and carefully entered through the storage room in the back.

“(Last Name), you’re with me. Joseph, you’re with Kidman. We’ll work on locating the convicts. You both keep watch of the exits. Make sure no one leaves or enters,” Sebastian whispered, motioning for you to follow him.

You were a bit disappointed that you weren’t paired with Joseph and slightly jealous that he was going to be with Kidman instead, but you were sure Sebastian had his reasons for pairing everyone up the way he did. At the same time, you were also getting extremely anxious. This seemed like a bit of a heavy job for your first day, but as long as you remembered all of your training from the academy, you should be fine.. right?

Joseph nodded in response, motioning for Kidman to follow him as he took a different route.

“Follow closely behind me and watch my back,” Sebastian whispered under his breath as he made his way around the corner.

You both appeared to be in the furniture aisle, as many decorative pillows and bedsheets were piled on top of the shelves surrounding the both of you. As you both continued to wander the halls of the supermarket, you heard the sound of a gun cocking. The sound reverberated throughout the echoey walls as you both quickly turned to look around.

As you both expected, there was a young man behind the both of you wielding a gun. What you didn’t expect, was who the gun was pointed to.

“D–don’t… c–come any c..closer..!” The man exclaimed, his words slurring together with his hands shaking and his eyes bloodshot.

What the hell?

Rather than the gun pointed towards you or Sebastian, he had it aimed at… himself? What was his goal? “Put the gun down, kid. We just want to get to the bottom of this. We’re not going to hurt you,” Sebastian replied as gently as he could as he carefully placed his gun down on the floor.

You carefully followed Sebastian’s actions, your eyes gazing into that of the teen’s. They were bloodshot red. Was he.. high? 

“L–look.. I j–just… wanted to have some fun with my friends. I didn’t ex..expect it to turn out this way. Please d–don’t tell m..my parents! Th-they.. They can’t find o..out! They’ll kick me out and I d–don’t have anywhere e–else to.. Go!” He sobbed in spurts, tears rolling down his face and his finger dangerously close to the trigger.

“Hey! Hey, look kid, like I said, we aren’t going to hurt you. You’re a good kid. We’ll make sure your parents don’t kick you out. I swear on my license.” He seemed to contemplate his decision, his eyes darting around the room as he sniffled. While his left hand held the gun, his other clutched the hem of his sweater strong enough to draw blood. Rather than surrendering, he had begun to.. turn his back?

“You can’t promise jack shit. That’s what I’ve come to learn,” he muttered under his breath, just barely above a whisper.

His finger slowly moved down to the trigger, and your body seemed to move on its own.

“Stop, don't do it!” Sebastian’s voice echoed as he lunged at him, but you seemed to make it to him first.

You don’t know where you found the courage, you hadn’t even given it a second thought before you tackled him to the ground, grabbing his wrist and pinning it to the floor as you sat on top of him.

He wailed as you pried the gun out from his hand, sliding it across the white tiled flooring as you grabbed both of his wrists and pinned them behind his back.

“I’m so sorry. I really, really didn’t want to have to do this,” you softly apologized to him.

All that time practicing jiu-jitsu really came in handy, apparently.

You motioned for Sebastian to hand you a pair of handcuffs, as you carefully clipped them around his wrists.

Rapid footsteps approached from the west aisle.

“Sebastian! We were able to apprehend–” Joseph’s voice got caught in the pits of his throat.

He began to stare shamelessly at you as you cuffed both of the young man’s wrists together. Your back slightly arched, your hair cascading down your shoulders and back, your lips slightly parted. He drank in the sight, his eyebrows raised and his eyes widened.

Your eyes averted from the teen underneath you and averted to Joseph. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, awaiting for him to continue his sentence. 

Joseph quickly looked away and cleared his throat the moment your eyes met his.

“We– ahem– were able to apprehend one of the criminals. The other got away but luckily there were reinforcements outside who were able to catch him before he got far,” Joseph quickly finished his sentence, carefully approaching the both of you.

You carefully stood back up, helping the teen back onto his feet as well.

“Good work, Detectives,” Sebastian said to the both of you.

“I’ll take him from here, (Last Name). You bring his pistol back to the car with everyone else for inspection,” Sebastian instructed, lightly grabbing the boy’s arm and directing him back outside. 

The boy continued to quietly sob, and you couldn’t help but feel a strong sense of empathy for him.

“I can’t help but feel bad for him,” you sighed.

“How do you mean?” Joseph replied, his curiosity piqued.

“He’s a good kid. I can tell he is. He just surrounded himself with the wrong people. He likely struggled with making friends at some point; I could tell from his demeanor. There was something awkward about how he acted that gave it away. He just wanted to feel like he fit in somewhere since he felt so suffocated by his family at home. He mentioned how his parents would kick him out had they found out what happened here. That kind of intensity only drives people away.”

Joseph seemed to ponder your answer for a moment.

“You’re very insightful. To be able to pick up on so much detail from just barely meeting him is very impressive. I admire your perceptivity. You will make an excellent detective, (Last Name),” Joseph acknowledged as he placed a hand on your shoulder.

Your face heated up a bit and your stomach swirled with butterflies. 

You turned to him, the corners of your mouth turning upwards seemingly on their own as you looked up at him.

“Thank you, Detective Oda.”

“You don’t need to refer to me as ‘Detective Oda’ anymore. You can just call me Joseph. We’re coworkers now, so it’s quite alright,” he added, a slight smile on his face.

“Really? Wow, uh, you can call me (First Name) then as well. S–since we’re coworkers, of course,” you quickly added in, your gaze averting away from him.

You could hear him chuckle a bit under his breath.

“You should probably collect the weapon he dropped. Like Sebastian said,” Kidman interjected, a hint of annoyance present in her voice.

“Oh! Right, sorry,” you quickly apologized, turning to grab the pistol.

As you examined it in your hand, you noticed a switch on the side of the gun. The safety was still on.

“I guess I really didn’t need to tackle him after all. He never turned the safety off,” you mentioned to Joseph, facing that side of the gun that bore the safety to him.

“I was scared that kid was actually going to kill himself, too,” you sighed, leaning into your hip.

“Wait, he threatened to commit suicide?” Joseph immediately inquired.

“Yeah.. but we handled it though! No one got hurt, really,” you replied, a bit alarmed at the panic that riddled his voice.

“This was meant to be– well– at least a somewhat simple dispatch. We’re very lucky the situation didn’t get too overcomplicated. I’m sorry, (Last Name). You were never supposed to face such an intense situation so early on, let alone your first day,” he apologized, rubbing his temple.

“It’s really alright, Joseph. We’re just lucky he didn’t know about the safety feature on the gun and never had the chance to switch it off. It wasn’t nearly as tricky as it may have sounded, I pinky promise,” you awkwardly giggled, trying to ease the situation as you held up your pinky.

Joseph seemed confused for a second as he looked at your pinky, before finally looking back up at you with an amused sigh.

“I haven’t made a pinky promise since I was in grade school. Really brings back memories,” he replied, interlocking his pinky in yours.

You stared at the two of you interlocking pinkies for a moment, his leather gloves creating an interesting feeling as he wrapped his finger around yours. Even through his gloves, his hand felt warm. A bit of a goofy smile graced your features as you held each other’s fingers in one another’s. 

You were quickly broken out of your trance as you saw Kidman’s piercing gaze in your peripherals. 

“U-uh, we should probably get going. We really don’t want to keep Sebastian waiting,” you quickly mentioned, gently pulling your finger away.

You fought the blush that crept up onto your cheeks, but to no avail.

“R-right. Yeah, you’re right,” Joseph agreed, making his way towards the exit.

You quickly trailed behind him. The tension between the both of you was just so.. real. You weren’t sure what drew him towards you so quickly. 

As you both walked through the aisles of the store to get to the exit, all the shelves were disorganized with items scattered across the floors. Those teens really did a number on the store for there only being three of them.

As you finally made it to the exit, Sebastian was leaning on the side of the car, waiting for the three of you. It began to pour, the rain making your uniform stick uncomfortably to your skin.

“You two get in the car. Joseph, we need to talk. Privately,” Sebastian instructed. 

You were a bit curious as to what they might talk about, but still entered the car nonetheless. Closing the door behind you, you were grateful to get out of the rain again. You took your seat in the back and Kidman let herself into the passenger front seat.

Sebastian pulled Joseph aside, far enough away to be out of earshot from anybody close by.

“At first I thought this little– thing– going on between you and the rookie wouldn’t be a big deal, but clearly I was wrong. I see the way you look at her, Joseph. And trust me, I get it. I was like that with Myra. But I never let it get in the way of our work. That’s why I paired you up with Kidman. I couldn’t trust that whatever this is, going on between the both of you, wouldn’t hinder the case. But this is against code of conduct, above all, Joseph! I thought you were smart enough to know that! You two haven’t even known each other for a full day. Give me a break!” Sebastian frustratedly exclaimed, one arm folded over his chest and the other rubbing his temple.

“I won’t let something like this get in the way of our work, you know that. Yeah, outside of a dispatch I might be a little nicer to her than to Kidman or any other rookie, but I’m not going to let that get in the way of my ability to perform as a detective! She’s already shown exceptional skills, even apprehending one of the convicts practically on her own, mind you! Because I know you weren’t the one I saw conducting an arrest on that kid in the store!” Joseph added, “she can take care of herself, clearly. You saw the certificate she got when she graduated, you read her entrance report, you saw her credentials–”

“This isn’t about her, Joseph! This is about your ability to function as a detective when apparently, we have a walking distraction now whose name just so happens to be (First & Last Name)!” Sebastian interjected, his voice raised so loud that many of the neighboring cops went silent.

Joseph paused for a second, just staring at Sebastian for a moment, as if to allow him a chance to re-think what he had just said.

“You and Myra turned out just fine. Like you said, you never let it hinder your work. As such, I will not allow my feelings to hinder my work either. I understand that it is against the code of conduct. But that is only if our relationship escalates above that of a friend. Whether or not that happens is none of your concern,” Joseph replied, cutting the conversation short as he began to walk back to the cop car. 

Sebastian grumbled as he watched the man walk away.

“Damn it,” Sebastian muttered as he followed behind him.

Joseph quickly entered the backseat along with you, slamming the door behind him as he hurriedly put on his seatbelt. Sebastian swiftly entered the car as well, slamming the door and aggressively inserting the key into the ignition. The four of you sat in silence as Sebastian drove out of the parking lot.

The tension was palpable, not even the whir of the engine or the pitter-patter of the rain breaking the deafening silence. You wanted to break the awkward silence badly, ready to say just about anything to start up some sort of conversation. You weren’t sure what the two talked about back there, but it didn’t seem very pleasant.

“Weather’s nice out,” you mentioned, almost absent mindedly as you internally face palmed upon realizing what you had just said.

“It’s raining,” the three of them blankly chimed in at the same time, almost harmonizing with one another.

About a minute passed by of excruciatingly awkward silence, before you finally decided to speak up again.

“Where’s Connelly? I thought he’d end up driving us back,” you asked, to the air, apparently.

You were met by nothing but silence for about 15 seconds before Sebastian finally decided to answer you.

“He’s driving back with the others. He helped to catch the other perp who tried to make a run for it.”

“Ah, that’s good,” you replied, unsure of what else to say.

Turning to Joseph, he had taken off his glasses for a moment and seemed to be lost in thought. His nose was slightly crinkled and his head was resting on his fist.

“Are you alright, Joseph?” You whispered to him, a concerned tone in your voice.

“Y-yeah, I’m alright. Thank you for asking,” he replied, appreciative of your concern but still appeared to be bothered by something.

“Is there.. something on your mind? I’m always here if you’d like to talk about it or anything,” you attempted to comfort him or at least sooth his nerves a bit.

Joseph turned to you, his gaze softened and he appeared touched by your willingness to offer your solace.

“It’s quite alright, (First Name). No need to worry about me,” he gave you a small smile and a nod. 

While you weren’t convinced, you chose not to press him on the matter any further. Perhaps he will come to you on his own when he is ready to talk, you thought.

A few minutes passed and Sebastian finally parked outside the police department. Without saying a word, he got out of the car and hastily walked into the building.

“Jeez, what’s his problem?” You asked, watching him walk off.

“Sebastian’s been.. through a lot recently. Try to take it easy on him,” Joseph answered, shutting the car door behind him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” you apologized, now feeling a pang of guilt.

“It’s alright. Even though he’s been through a lot that doesn’t give him an excuse to mistreat those around him. But we should give him a bit of leeway. I’d imagine it would be hard to maintain your composure especially after the accident.”

“The accident? What happened?” You inquired, your curiosity piquing.

Joseph sighed, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

“I.. I believe I’ve said too much. Since you’ve only just met I would highly advise against bringing this up to him. I apologize. But please just know that he’s going through a lot right now. So if he does act a bit out of line it’s not his fault. Anyone else would likely be acting the same way as well,” he chose his words carefully, opening the door to the entrance and allowing you to enter first.

“I understand. Especially heavy trauma tends to just.. leave people as just a shell of the man they once were. Whatever happened, it sounds serious. So I don’t blame him for acting the way he does,” you replied as you both began to walk back to the office together.

Despite the topic being a bit depressing, conversation seemed to flow effortlessly between the two of you. Once the both of you made it back to the office, both seemed to stand outside as you continued the conversation. You both hadn’t even realized how much time had passed between the two of you until the door to the office swung open, revealing Kidman standing behind it. 

The three of you just awkwardly stared at each other for awhile before you and Joseph finally moved out of the way, now realizing that you were standing right in front of the door, blocking Kidman’s way.

As Kidman finally left, you took it upon yourself to finally look down at your watch.

“How long were we talking out here for? We should probably get back to work,” you embarrassedly suggested.

“We’ve been out here for over.. 45 minutes? Time just flies by, I suppose,” Joseph inwardly chuckled.

This time, you opened the door to allow him to go through. He looked at you confused for a moment.

“What are you doing?” He asked, an eyebrow raised.

“Ladies first,” a mischievous grin spreading across your face.

He jokingly scoffed.

“Ha ha, very funny,” he shook his head as he begrudgingly entered the office as you shut the door behind the two of you.

and this marks the end of chapter 2! i hope this chapter wasn't as cheesy as i thought it was and i really hope you enjoy reading :)) im already working on chapter 3 and it should get published really soon!

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[guiltywisdom]

I know some churches have anti-asexual stances - I've encountered them - but what's the Orthodox Church like on that? Not just the official stance, but the general consensus of the people? I'm asexual and so is my wife. We've both been victims of corrective rape (yes, it happens to men, too) and unfortunately encountered some denominations' and congregations' views on us as unnatural or disgusting.

My sibling in Christ you've actually accidentally asked the perfect person since I am aromantic and asexual; I've thought about this a lot. It is nice to hear about a married asexual couple as one day I also wish to find someone to marry that is also asexual (and then we can foster kids).

So, the Orthodox Church has taken no official stance on asexuality although theologically being without sex is often theorised to be the ideal some people are called to be.

Christ himself was celibate as well as his mother Mary who was married to Joseph and we are often told to be "like Christ". The saints Daria and Chrysanthus were married but remained celibate virgins. Saint John of Kronstadt and Elizabeth Sergiev were also celibate in marriage.

In ‭Matthew 19:10-12 we read:

His disciples said to him, “If such is the case of a man with his wife, it is better not to marry.” But he said to them, “Not everyone can accept this teaching, but only those to whom it is given. For there are eunuchs who have been so from birth, and there are eunuchs who have been made eunuchs by others, and there are eunuchs who have made themselves eunuchs for the sake of the kingdom of heaven. Let anyone accept this who can.”

In this passage Christ tells us that there are eunuchs who have "been so from birth" as well as other kinds of eunuchs who have "made themselves eunuchs for the sake of the kingdom". Saints Jerome and John Chrysostom talk about how that those who have become eunuchs for the kingdom will receive a reward but those who were born (or made that way by others) receive neither good things or bad things. So the saint's view on what would be now called asexuality is rather neutral. Christ said that people should accept the existence of asexuality if they can.

So that is theologically, day to day most Orthodox congregations are made up of people from Russia, Serbia, Greece and places like the Middle East so you do have the cultural ideal of being married and having kids floating around so a single asexual person might find themselves being preasured to get married and have kids etc. but it is usually the same kind of pressure a straight heterosexual person would receive baring that occasional person you find everywhere. You are married however so you would only get the "when are you having kids?" question come up. The general population of an Orthodox congregation probally doesn't even know what asexuality is but some people who do might need a lesson; with patience many come to understand.

I hope my answers helped you, good luck on your spiritual journey and I hope you find where you and your wife belong.

[threadsun]

🧸Asks: "I will share DoL PC stuff soonlater (got a lot of stuff to do today argh) but I had a brainrot thought that I can't let go of and I need to yeet it at you!! Bear (🧸) with me on this one, idk if you've heard similar ideas or not oop.

What if Ian found the tape first? I mean, he's starring in the reboot, the director might have handed him a box of old tapes of the show to get a feel for the character he'll be playing. Sure, it's mostly normal episodes, but one of the tapes must have gotten mixed up... Something about an '84 Incident'? But he's curious now, plays it anyway...

Jack recognises an opportunity when he sees it. I mean, this has to be fate! This little ray of sunshine is going to be resurrecting the Sunnytime Crew! But, well, this 'Ian' can't give his all to the role if he's hurting so much inside. The kids at home will know he's not genuinely happy. So Jack will just have to fix that!

Ian reminds him a lot of what he went through as Joseph. A difficult home life, struggling to fit in with peers, the pressure of the industry forcing him to do things he doesn't want to do... Jack knows about Y/N, he knows that Ian cheated, but he knows why Ian did what he did. (Patreon spoilers I guess?) And he knows that Ian still loves them.

It starts off less-than-altruistic, if he's being honest. I mean, the more Ian trusts Jack, the more open he is to 'suggestions'. He shows him how to be the best Sunny Day Jack he can be, how to be more confident, how to be strong enough to win Y/N back, to be worthy of them! And maybe a little possession could help with that, you know? Practice makes perfect. Muscle memory. Ian tries to rationalise it as 'method acting', but he's really liking this new version of himself.

Being connected like that, well, it's a closeness neither of them are used to. Ian comes out of his shell, keeping more of that confidence even when he's not possessed. And Jack, well, he starts to feel some of Ian's emotions towards Y/N. He wants them to come back, to be with Ian again, to be with BOTH of them.

Honestly idk how it would work out, I have two options in my brainsoup and both are equally appealing. On the one hand, Ian and Y/N discuss the problems in their relationship, how they've grown as people, and seeing the genuine change in Ian is enough for Y/N to give him another chance. Also Jack is there because I'm a poly bitch and Jack has two hands lmao.

On the other hand... well, Ian's already said he NEEDS to have you back in his life, right? And if Jack felt the same way, so desperate for that connection he felt in Ian's memories, yearning to be a part of it, willing to do ANYTHING for his sunshine... Two yanderes, fused into one Sunny Day Jack, would be unstoppable."

OH POLYAM IAN LOVER BRAIN GO BRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!

I love this so much, Ian is in like prime position for Jack to manipulate him!! Especially because of [REDACTED PATREON SPOILER THAT'S DRIVING ME INSANE THAT I CAN'T TALK ABOUT BUT DEAR GOD] Jack is definitely able to use his therapy speak to get Ian believing that all he wants is to help him heal from his trauma!!!

And then the two of them both getting yandere over Sunshine... I love it!!! Ian definitely has latent yandere tendencies imo, and Jack has overt ones. So like. Combined... dear lord. Good luck, Sunshine!

[thejoyofviolentmovement]

New VIdeo: Joseph Shares Anthemic "Nervous System"

New VIdeo: Joseph Shares Anthemic "Nervous System" @thebandjoseph @atorecords @bigfeatpr @therightcadence @WhatsTheStoryCA

Portland, OR-based sibling indie pop trio Joseph — Natalie Closner Schepman and her two, younger twin sisters Meegan and Allison — derive their name from two different sources: their grandfather Jo and the tiny town of Joseph, OR, in which he was born and raised. The Closner Sisters grew up in a musical household: their dad was a jazz singer and drummer, while their mom was a theater teacher. But…

[randomly--accessed--memories]

Song Recs: 

End of a Life by Mori Calliope - Valentino lost in his memories, missing the old Vox and regretting what he didn’t say to him, or Vox in The Heaven Ending reminiscing his time with Valentino and mourning. 

My R <3 English Cover by [Rachie] and/or My R | english cover (by KurageP) (covered by Anna ft. Rachie + Bao) - Vox in the Heaven Ending on one of his worst days. 

Brave as a Noun by AJJ - Vox on a bad day ranting and venting.

I Would Die 4 U by Holly Humberstone - Valentino @ Vox

Mr Sandman - Vox in the tower missing Alastor (and subconsciously Valentino). Yearning for any form of connection and wishing for someone, anyone to save him from this loneliness. 

Bad Blood by Taylor Swift - Vox (in The Heaven Ending) @ Alastor 

Figure 8 by Paramore - Velvette realizing how much she’s changed to protect Vox’s legacy.

Good Luck Kid by Joseph - Velvette trying to take up Vox’s role and having no idea how.

Two Slow Dancers by Mitiski - Vox @ Val after Alastor’s out of the picture - [It's funny how you always remember /And we've both done it all a hundred times before / It's funny how I still forgot] 

Electric Love - Vox @ Valentino and/or Vox @ Alastor - [Drown me (drown me), you make my heart beat like the rain / Surround me (oh), hold me deep beneath your waves]

Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift - Vel & Val @ Vox

Please Please Please (Epic Version) by Morgan Claire - Valentino dying (again) and Vox begging him not to go. - [Please please please don't prove I'm right / Please please please / Don't bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice / Heartbreak is one thing / My egos another / I beg you don't embarass me / Mother fucker ahhh / Please please please]

Nobody by The Crane Wives - Vox’s view of Alastor and Alastor’s manipulation of Vox

Added. I liked these lines in "Good Luck Kid"

[msfbgraves]

Would you ever write something where Daniel is at the hospital giving birth to one of their pups…meanwhile Terry is losing his mind waiting until everything is all in the clear and his omega is safe and not in pain. If he’s with someone (John, Betsy, Daniel’s Ma…) also annoying them to death with how on edge and in crazy “Alpha mode” he is. I bet they all secretly want Daniel to hurry up and have the kid so Terry can calm the fuck down. Or maybe Something where Daniel is going (trying to go) to the hospital and Terry is going feral and has to literally be pried off him lmao

"Betsy, you have to go back in there."

Most of the time, he finds her smile endearing. Now it annoys him like an itch he can't scratch.

"Terry, darlin', I don't think they'll tell me anything new. Not since the last four times I checked."

"But have you really checked? Anyone could get to them there, any random Alpha -"

"Is not allowed on the ward, Terry."

"But have you looked. Really looked! John, you know what I mean -"

"I do," he says. "Betsy knows exactly what's she's doing, don't you, doll?"

She puts something in front of him, but he sniffs in disgust. "I don't want tea."

"Ah, now, I don't think you've had a good cup in forever," Betsy says cheerfully. "Sometimes I think your Daniel is refusing to learn on purpose."

"His coffee's grand!" He snaps. "This is America!"

"That coffee's not American," John sneers.

"Only the best coffee in the world, so," Terry shoots back.

"Strong and milky," John says as Betsy puts down another cup of tea in front of him, strokes her arm. "Thank you, love."

"Want a cookie?" she says. "Johnny made them fresh."

How they expect to keep up the ruse that pretty boy's beta is anyone's guess, but it does give him a new angle. "Send him," he says.

"Say what?" John sounds wary.

"Send him to see Daniel." When they don't answer he says, "Oh, come on, he must know some trick."

"No."

"John, you can't keep -"

"Leave my boy out of it."

That's Betsy.

He looks at her. "Did I ask you, darlin'?"

"I don't want him -"

"No, I don't believe I did. John, get that omega of yours."

They're very quiet. "You're outta line, Terry."

He stands up. "I ask you to take care of my mate. My mate!" He looks at Betsy. "And instead you tell me, that he and my newborn pup are safe, but somehow, conveniently where I have no access to them. None."

"Drink your feckin' tea, Terry Silver!"

"What are yis hiding?" He looks from one to the other. "You've never liked him, John, and I've not held it against you, but if someone's messin' with my mate -"

"What, d'you think I want to get that one with pup?" There's no mirth in his laugh at all. "Your Robby is here more often than in his own feckin house because you keep breeding that punk and no one has a second of time for him!"

Betsy gasps. "John! No!"

Terry's smiles. "You're calling him a bad mother?"

"I know he's closer to my Tory than any of his own siblings -"

"Or might it be your Tory that won't leave him alone, huh? Since she has no siblings of her own?"

"Stop it, both of you!" Betsy says. Her eyes are wet with tears. "Daniel is staying in the hospital because this is a seventh pup out of a first litter and he needs a break!"

He laughs. "With respect, Betsy, how would you -"

John knocks him straight in the jaw. "Get out of my house, you gobshite!"

Terry laughs again, wipes the blood off his lip. "Or what?"

"I'll tell him how I found you four years ago," he says. "Try keepin him near ya then -"

"Jaysis, Mary an' Joseph!" Betsy stands behind her mate, holds his arm back. "Terry, we love you, but we don't want to be part of your marriage, do you understand?"

Terry can barely hear her through the panic. He looks to John. "You wouldn't."

"Terry, go. Just go." Betsy turns her head away.

He sniffs. "I want to know what's going on with -"

"Only God can help you there, Silver," John says. "Good feckin' luck!"

And for the first time in his life, John Kreese kicks him into the street.

"John!!!" He screams. "John feckin Kreese, if you dare, there will be no mercy, do you hear me? Not for you, your mate, your pup -"

There's no answer. The curtains close, and across the street he sees faces pulling back from windows. There's only the vague outlines of father Martin's church visible in the distance.

Well, fine. At this point, Terry feels ready to fight Him, too.

[siennadraws]

amazing art I commissioned from @forystr !!! (thank you so much again!)

General

Name: Keshet Naomi Abreu Langford

Alternate Forms: Keshet bat Mordecai v’Rivka

Nickname: Naomi

Titles: Miss, Reporter

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Bisexual

Birthday: 2nd of October

Age: 31

Clothing Style: Retro

Apartment Style: Cozy

Theme song: Good Luck, Kid, by JOSEPH

Physical Characteristics

Hair Color: Dark Brown (Painted Dark Green)

Hair Length: Short, Curly

Eye Color: Hazel

Eye Shape: Almond shaped

Skin Color: Warm Beige

Height: 1,63m / 5’4

Build: Lean

Right/Left-handed: Right-handed

Scent: Woody and Aquatic, Fresh

Most Prominent Facial Feature: Constellations of beauty marks on her cheeks

Most Prominent Body Feature: Wide shoulders

Tattoos: Sleeves of branches with almond blossoms on both arms

Piercings: Both Ears: Lobe, Helix; Right Ear: Conch; Left Ear: Tragus

Personality

Personality type: 9w8, ESFP

Temperament: Sanguine

Charming | Intimidating

Impulsive | Cautious

Sarcastic | Genuine

Friendly | Stoic

Easygoing | Stubborn

Heart | Mind

Optimist | Pessimist

Team Player | Independent

By the Book | Bend the Rules

Skills

Main Skill: Deduction

Second Skill: People

Known languages: English, Portuguese, Hebrew, Spanish, Ladino, Arabic, Yiddish, Latin, French (currently learning Greek and Farsi)

Intelligence type: Interpersonal

Hobbies: Music, reading, learning languages

Misc

Favourite colour: Green

Favourite animal: Toads

Favourite flower: Bellflower

Most treasured possession: Her father's old guitar and jacket, and her jade bracelet

[general-kalani]

Good luck trying to teach Joseph about anything that's 'fun' that a kid should ALREADY KNOW how to do.

Because of that terrible childhood trauma, he never had such fun. Like watching weekly cartoons, watching terrible dubs of anime, playing in the snow, having friends than just their family-

[onboardsorasora]

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[spongebobafettywap]

Taking a break from Marvel has helped me a whole lot mentally down to how I write my stories. Sad since it taught me that not every retcon is bad (see Magneto). A retcon falls in the category of bad when writers completely contradict what was established, alter fundamental aspects into a direction that makes no sense and turn characters into worse versions of themselves. By far to me tho, Jojo made the best retcons (I see you like that manga/anime too, what's your favourite stand and part?)

In Marvel and for X-Men especially, retcon's came in all shades and forms.

The Azazel retcon to me wasn't bad since it didn't change Nightcrawler's very nature (Azazel was never a demon so Nightcrawler isn't a half demon), didn't make him the most important character ever, didn't make stuff about his life after his birth all premeditated and now unimportant to him, didn't undo the reason why he was abandoned by Mystique since 1991, didn't undo the way he views the Szardos, didn't make him disregard the way his bio family treated him for the sake of blood ties, didn't make him overlook the harm they willingly inflicted onto him and others, didn't give him an extensive case of amnesia, didn't make him have an identity crisis, didn't make the AUs where he was raised by Mystique impossible or unlikely, ...

The Destiny retcon on the other hand wrecked all of that. There's nothing, absolutely nothing that was kept and now makes sense from X-Men Unlimited. It all sounds like loopholes being jumped rather than a cohesive narrative. Nightcrawler cares about his biological family more than his adoptive or his mutant one. His adoptive family isn't an entire world to him, they're a stepping stone to tick a box of characteristics so he is the way he is in present day. The reason why he was abandoned by Mystique was changed from the ground up. The retcon did all of that to now have Mystique and Destiny be his parents yet the dynamic Nightcrawler has with his biological family has pretty much not changed and is the same as before the retcon : Mom doesn't care about and doesn't want anything to do with him like she literally forgot he happened and "Father" wanted to have him and cares to some extent about him (even tho with all the DNA imprinting Mystique didn't of Azazel's DNA, she is more like a distant relative to Nightcrawler than a direct parent). We're back to square one and somehow went further backwards.

What did the Azazel retcon do ? Keep the same setting and key characters Lobdell used and didn't make any of them irrelevant, not change the powers they had at the time, develop the setting where Nightcrawler would have grown-up in if he was born normal looking, develop the Baron who would have been his father under other circumstances, reveal why the Baron died before he was born (X-Men Unlimited left that up in the air), give an explanation behind Nightcrawler's appearance and powers but still had luck at play as his other parent had normal children with other abilities previously, add a layer of reasons why Mystique abandoned him and didn't care about his whereabouts even after meeting again years later, give Nightcrawler some more reasons to pity Mystique's situation at the time and feel compassionate towards her, add more natural tragedy to Nightcrawler's origins, make his adoptive family the only real good people in the story and his life, ...

What did the Destiny retcon do ? None of that.

Oh yeah retcons aren't inherently bad but when comic companies start doing several retcons back to back its very unlikely that a lot of them are gonna be good. It starts to make reading them as a story pointless if the narrative is gonna invert itself repeatedly.

I do agree that Jojo has had the best retcons the retcon with Josuke existing as a bastard child of Joseph whilst it did kind of ruin Joseph's relationship with Suzie Q it was an interesting way to add a new Jojo without it being Jotaro's kid and having to age him up further. Pucci and the other Dio agents that show up in the later parts like Yoshihiro Kira are a great example of retconning the story to add in characters where it makes sense and connect them to Dio.

My favourite Stand overall is Killer Queen but Star Platinum is pretty close. Favourite Part is still 1.

Yeah Azazel as a retcon was simple really it was just this ancient demonic Mutant that fathered him. There wasn't no 4 parentage story or a whole destiny that Nightcrawler hasn't even fulfilled lol or how in alternate timelines like AoA where Nightcrawler and Azazel don't even battle each other. And yes AoA whilst different was originally an altered timeline for 616.

The Destiny retcon was like some of the worst official fanfiction around as well as trying hard not to contradict the previous origin story. And honestly any origin story that requires you to write a paragraph to explain is bad plain and simple