#L.A. RATS

[johnwickb1tsch]

the reason I asked...

(in reference to this poll X) is because I was having a little half-asleep brain rot about bittersweet AUs, like, what if...

reader managed to actually escape John, maybe after Dante attacked the house the first time? you waited for the paramedics to arrive to stabilize him, and then in all the chaos of the 911 response you slip out and steal the RangeRover. ( @sweetwolfcupcake has brilliantly pointed out that Reader would want to escape if for example, John betrayed her trust and followed thru on that spanking 😱😱 Like this version of John is more clinically unhinged)

you drive alllll the way across the country, as far as you can get from New York. surely you can disappear in a huge city like L.A.?

when you try to sell the Rover to a chop shop for cash it backfires on you. you find yourself a captive again. thinking you're a rich kid runaway, they plan to ransom you, but you won't tell them who you are.

lucky you, these bad dudes have been on Tom Ludlow's radar. he raids the shop and kills them alllllllllll. off the books of course. then he's left with the problem of what the hell to do with you?

you wake up at his house, in his bed. at first you're scared of course, but he talks you down, shows you his badge, and explains the tricky situation you're in. he framed the massacre as gang on gang violence. are you going to rat him out?

of course you're not, you're not stupid. you raise him one better when you tell him the situation you just escaped. no, beFORE the gangsters. yes, you really were being held captive [in luxury] by a retired Underworld hitman. no, you don't know if he survived, but if he did you know he'll be looking for you eventually.

Tom does you a solid and offers to get you a new identity. a fresh start. you're floored by his generosity. why would he do that for you? he says he's just trying to do some good in this world that's mostly bad. it's a losing war, but sometimes he wins a small battle, and it keeps him in the fight.

you're so grateful that while you wait for his guy to come through with your new papers, you clean up his messy bachelor pad of a house. you find old photos and lots of empty liquor bottles, and you reason he's either divorced, or a widower.

when he comes home to a clean house and the smell of real food cooking in the kitchen you kind of knock this unflappable man off his feet. he is touched by the gesture, and stunned by how much he likes it, and how much he missed it. maybe towards the end, his wife gave up on trying to have dinner on the table for him because he was never home when he said he would be.

you don't know it, but you've ignited a little fire in Tom, awakening something he thought was long dead. he doesn't act on it. he feels like a piece of shit for even thinking about it. you’re a good kid, and you've been through so much. but a part of him understands why a man who is damned to the darkness would covet a piece of your warmth and your light for himself.

he tells you that you can stay as long as you want. but you feel bad, invading his space. you need a job. a place of your own. to get out of his hair. so he helps you with that too. you find a job at a cute little coffee house in Santa Monica. hey, its what you know. you sublet a room from someone Tom seems to trust. when you move out you kiss Tom on the cheek in thank you. you have no idea how much it kills him to let you go.

you feel like you have a new lease on life. you like your job. you like the warm weather in L.A., and being so close to the beach. Tom still comes in to check on you now and then. This is where you meet a handsome young S.W.A.T. officer named Jack Traven. He comes in sometimes for a flat white and a bran muffin. his smile could stop a woman’s heart at twenty paces. maybe you do flirt with him a little, but you keep it light. then…he starts coming in every morning.

Tom sees the two of you bantering and batting eyes one morning. you cannot know the way it feels like getting shanked between the ribs for him. of course he rolls his eyes with a smirk, putting up his usual front. ��Don’t believe a word this guy says, sweetheart, he’s just a meathead from SWAT.” but deep down, Tom realizes he is jealous.

maybe you run into Jack at the bar down the street one night when you're feeling especially lonely. he’s celebrating a successful hostage release. no one died, not even the perp. he invites you to hang out with his friends and fellow officers. you lean on Jack’s [ridiculously muscled] arm, listening to the stories they tell with that devil-may-care bluster cops need to keep going to such a dangerous job day after day. it squeezes your heart, that he risks his life for people he doesn’t even know, because he truly cares. even if deep down you know its a bad idea, you end up going home with him that night. 

Jack continues to come see you at the coffee house. he tries to ask you out on a proper date. you can tell he wants you to be his girlfriend, he wants to treat you right. maybe Tom calls him a meathead, but there is not a cell of fuckboy in this man, bless him. he told you about how he just wants the simple things in life. a good woman. healthy kids. a little postage stamp of grass to mow. for a crazy three seconds you allow yourself to think about it. what would it be like, to be the one he comes home to? gentle kisses in the morning. date night trips to dinner and the movies. a little house. a dog. a picket fence. you could take your babies to the beach, and maybe nothing bad would ever happen… you know it’s not possible for you, and the unfairness of it churns as sharply in your belly as if you swallowed a bag full of glass. he's so sweet, so good, but there is a curse on you, and you're afraid something bad might happen to Jack if he gets involved with you.

what would John Wick do, if he found you living happily with another man? he’s still out there, somewhere. Tom checked for death certificates in New York [and how stupid are you, that a part of you is glad he's not dead?]. your only hope is to keep flying under the radar, living like a ghost. it kills you inside to tell him, “I wish I could. But there are things you don't know about me.”

he's not as surprised by this as you thought he might be. “I'm a cop, y/n. I kind of have a sense for when people are in trouble. you can talk to me.” what he doesn’t say is he has a sense for when people are hiding things. this boy has an incurable case of the White Knight Syndrome, and you can tell he's not going to give up easily. 

you really do try to keep him at arm’s length, but it’s humanly impossible to resist the impulse to flirt with that man. of course, Tom would come in on the day Jack saves you from falling backwards off a ladder–with a hand on your ass. they don’t even exchange words, but somehow the tension in the room between these two men is electric.  

a week or so later you're returning home at night when you find Tom Ludlow leaning on the wall outside your apartment. you can tell just by the way he's standing that he's a little drunk. “out late with Meathead?” he grumbles, his disheveled hair in his dark eyes. 

you stop a little ways from him. you can tell he's in a mood, but maybe underneath that, this man is a little fragile. you have a feeling you might be the only one who gets to see it. “What’s wrong, Tom?” he sighs, shuffles to you, rests his forehead against yours, and you let him. this man saved you when you had no one. this is the least you can do for him–and you have a soft spot for this cranky cop who bends the law to do the right thing.

but maybe you are a little surprised, when he draws back to look at you, those soulful puppy dog eyes fixing on your mouth a moment before he presses his lips to yours. you have to say you definitely don’t hate it, and you're breathless when he pulls away. “shit. y/n…i’m sorry.” “that’s ok.” you reach up to touch his cheek, and he leans into your hand like a needy puppy that doesn’t realize how big he is. you could taste the vodka on his tongue. you’d found the bottles before, of course, but in that short time you’d lived with him he didn’t really drink much. you wonder if he’s slipped backwards again. “where’s your car? I’m going to drive you home.” he grumbles something into the bend of your neck, but in the end he hands over his keys. 

driving in L.A. is a lot easier in a muscle car with a lightbar on the roof. people just magically get out of your way. you bundle Tom back into his home with an arm around his waist. as soon as you get through the front door you see his house is in disarray again, since you haven't been here. some men really do revert back to savages, without a woman to keep them accountable. struggling under his weight, you somehow manage to stumble/drag him to his bed, laying him down in the sheets that obviously haven’t been washed since the last time you laundered them. “I missed you, so much,” he groans, half passed out, as you unlace his boots. 

“Tom…” it truly breaks your heart, to see him living like this. the impulse to try to save him is as strong as it is misguided. but sometimes…people just need a little help, and that’s ok. He doesn’t ask you to, but you lay down in the bed beside him and wrap your arms around his solid trunk of a torso, moulding your body against his. you know there is something healing in just snuggling with another human being–and you’re lonely too.   “Are you sleeping with Meathead?” he slurs, on the edge of sleep.  “Why do you call him that?” you counter, trying to keep things light, and not answer direct questions about Jack. “You’re just as built as he is.” you squeeze his bicep appreciatively, winning a sound that suddenly reminds you of a lion in his den. he turns to you, a dark light in those brown eyes that makes your heart stop in your chest.  “Yeah?”  you have to try twice before you find your voice. “Yeah.” this time, maybe it’s you that cranes your neck for a kiss that curls your toes, and he can’t stop himself from rolling onto you with a moan, his solid weight pressing you down deliciously into the the bed. but then he makes himself stop again, resting his forehead against yours with a sigh. “You don’t owe me anything, babygirl.”  “I do,” you counter, “but that’s not what this is about.”  “What’s it about, then?”  “Well. I kind of like you.”  he snorts, that glitter in his eyes that drives you a little crazy inside. is it stupid, that you feel like he isn’t in as much danger as Jack? is he more lethal, or do you callously just feel deep down that he doesn’t have his whole life ahead of him, the way your pretty SWAT hunk does? you’re not really sure, but when Tom’s big hand dips into your jeans you’re not strong enough to say no. 

you’re there at the coffee house, the day the bus blows up on the street outside. The news crews swarm, interviewing anyone they can for a sound byte. you try to stay off the cameras, but it’s too late. there are too many before you’re allowed to go home, and you end up on the national news. 

hardly a week goes by, before you are at work again, some of the windows boarded up, still broken from the blast. you’ve got your back turned, putting the lid on a café mocha, double checking that it's tight when you sense someone is at the counter. “I’ll be right there,” you call over your shoulder. 

a quiet voice from your past sends a chill to the bottom of your soul. “I think I’m in the mood for something sweet.”  you jump, spilling the scalding hot mocha all over the counter. slowly you turn to find him, the way you’ve always feared you would, handsome as the devil himself in an all black suit. he doesn’t seem angry, but there is a glint of sharp steel in his black eyes that warns you not to try anything cute.  “John,” you whisper, your voice utterly failing you in the face of your doom. With panic in your eyes you look around at all the people in the shop. All the witnesses. “Please…don’t.”  “Come quietly, and I won’t.”  he sounds so reasonable. you know it’s just a facade. 

you’re so filled with fear that you feel like you’re in a daze, like you’re not really in control of your own body, as you nod, wipe your hands, and make your way around the counter to him. he doesn’t grab you. he doesn’t even have to touch you. he just nods at the door, and you follow him out into the bright California sunlight. you know immediately which car is his, the midnight-black ‘69 Mustang parked in the alley on the side of the building. 

you’re ten paces from the muscle car when you hear another voice you know all too well behind you. “Freeze, motherfucker! Hands where I can see them!” 

No no no no please don’t not for me please God not for me...

the two of you turn slowly and your heart falls to see not only Tom Ludlow with his service pistol drawn, but Jack Traven as well... 

[themarbledstudy]

Lovesick: The Latent Pathology of Unrecognized Jealousy

📃Masterlist || WC: 1887

📚 Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader (Best Friend BAU!Reader)

📚 Warnings: Angst. Lots of it. Fluff to come later. There's no happy ending - yet.

📚 Inspiration: Loosely based off the episode with Lila S1E18 (non canon events happen).

📚 Context: Spencer and Y/N are both the younges agents at the BAU. They've known each other since college. I'll expand on the context in a later post.

📚 Author's Note: This is my first fic, I hope you like it :). I've kind of written a bunch of little fics (that I'll post at later times) around an OC character but without an actual name to keep it ambiguous. The other posts will kind of be based around the OC BAU!Reader Y/N.

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I’d only ever been to the West Coast once – Napa, when I was eleven. It was a couple days surrounded by vineyards and hotel buffets in my grandfather’s attempt to fix the whole “entire family dead” thing. Although I appreciated the gesture, it didn’t fix the gaping hole I’d continute to feel every day for the rest of my life.

So when the jet landed in L.A., the sun piereced at my skin. It wasn’t like back home. This heat. It was dry and weirdly aggressive, like it wanted to fight me. Dry, insistent, and unnervingly bright. The air was bone-dry, not a drop of humidity. Just sun, concrete, and the faint, ever-present smell of exhaust.

The ride to the safehouse was loud, filled with awkward silence and sideway glances. Derek tapped the steering wheel, humming along to the radio like a father on a road trip. Spence sat beside me, fingers twitching like they were searching for a thought he couldn’t quite reach.

When we arrived, I opened the door and stepped out into the suffocating heat. The safehouse - a modest place - LA beige and privacy hedges. It was a quiet house tucked into the back of the hills, like it wanted to be found but was far too coy.

Thankfully, the evening’s breeze broke the choking heat. I was halfway to blaming the L.A. aesthetic for making edgy. I heard it from where I stood: a rustling near the hedge.

I padded toward the sound, careful and a hand on my weapon.

“Got movement in the bushes,” I murmed to Derek.

“Could be a possum,” he offered. “Or paparazzi. Same vibe.”

When I got close enough, I saw him—middle-aged, crouched low in the foliage with a camera like he was David Attenborough studying the mating rituals of the endangered FBI agent.

Flash.

I saw it - a metallic glint of glass.

A camera.

“FBI! Hands where I can see them!”

He stumbled upright, camera dangling. “You can’t arrest me! I didn’t do anything wrong!”

“Not yet,” Derek said coolly. “But you're really asking for it with those dad sneakers and telephoto lens.”

He moved in, voice firm and authoritative, but it all faded into white noise because just past the hedge, something – someone – caught my eye and reignited the burning sensation in my chest.

Lila.

Lila, all glossy lips and gleaming teeth, pulling Spence closer by his tie like they were on the cover of a YA romance novel.  Her fingers tugged him closer with a smug little smirk. She giggled like she hadn’t been two feet from a possible crime scene. Spencer on the other hand, let her. Smiling like he was in some toothpaste commercial.

“Oh, c’mon Spencer,” she purred, leaning in again. Lips brushing his, slow and intimate like she wasn’t the target of an active crime.

I blinked. Once. Twice. Nope. Still happening. Heat crawled up my throat, bitter.

What the actual hell? We’re working. Not auditioning for The Bachelor: Quantico Edition.

Gideon swooped in from inside the safehouse, cuffed the photographer, and nodded at Derek and me. like he’d done it a thousand times. “Trespassing at the very least,” he muttered. “I’ll take this one back to Hotch. Stay here just in case more rats come sniffing around.”

“Yup,” I said, teeth clenched like I was one comment away from a full public breakdown.

Derek gave me a look. “You good?”

“I’m fantastic,” I deadpanned. “Why wouldn’t I be? Sun’s out, we’re being stalked, and my best friend is auditioning for a Nicholas Sparks reboot.”

He raised an eyebrow, bent down, and picked up the camera. He scrolled through the photos, then whistled. Loud.

“Ohhh, okay. Damn. This is juicy,” he said with a grin.

“Derek—”

He turned the camera so I could see it, zoomed-in shots of Reid and Lila. Her lips just a breath away from his. They were the kind of photos you see in magazines with the red circles around their body language.

I scoffed, reaching for the camera, but Derek yanked it back in laughted. “Hold up – this one’s the money shot,” he said pointing. “Look at your boy getting all sultry in the sunset.”

He stopped to look at my face which twisted in disgust, out of jealousy or pure confusion, I didn’t know.

“Hey, you okay? You look like you’re gonna throw this camera – or throw up.”

“I swear to God, Derek—”

“Oh wait, this one.” He continued. “Look at his hand placement. That’s not accidental. That’s ‘I’ve read fanfiction about myself’ placement.”

“Just give me the damn thing,” I snapped, grabbing the camera.

I snatched the camera from his hand and walked straight over to Reid. He looked up at me as if he got caught doing something wrong.

“Here,” I said, chucking the camera into his chest hard enough to knock the wind out of his dignity.

“You’re welcome.”

He caught it awkwardly, brows knitting as he clicked through the photos. Reid’s expression shifted the moment he saw the photos. Lila slipped inside, victorious, her red lipstick still barely visible on his jaw like the world’s most passive-aggressive post-it note.

Reid started to say something. “Y/N—”

“Nope,” I said, walking away.

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The car ride back felt like a funeral. I drove. Reid was in the passenger seat, sitting so stiffly you’d think he’d forgotten how a spine works.

Elle sat behind us, quietly observing the world’s slowest emotional implosion.

“You kids are awfully quiet tonight,” she said finally, trying her best to play neutral Switzerland.

“I just don’t have anything to say,” I said, eyes on the road. “Only intelligent things come out of my mouth.”

Elle chuckled. “We’re in for a real TED Talk then.”

Reid shifted beside me. “Go on, Y/N? I’m sure you’ve got plenty of intelligent things to say about tonight,” he said, not even bothering to hide the challenge in his voice.

Elle gave him a warning look in the rearview mirror.

“Oh, I do,” I said sweetly. “Like how maybe we shouldn’t get handsy during active investigations. Wild idea.”

He scoffed. “So now you’re an expert on what I do with my hands?”

Elle made a strangled sound, clearly regretting everything.

“Alright, that’s enough,” she interrupted quickly. “Let’s all play the quiet game before I file for emotional hazard pay.”

Silence settled again. But my heart? It was loud.

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Back at the hotel, I entered my room in silence. I picked up my textbook, the one I pretended to be reading when I didn’t want to admit I was spiraling – I opened it to a random page. The words swam.

At 11 p.m., a knock disrupted my “light reading.” I peered through the peephole and saw Spencer.

“Can I come in?” he asked.

I hesitated before opening it wider.

He stepped inside, perching himself on the window sill. His hair was still damp and combed back - he’d showered. Of course. Afterall, you can’t come apologize for breaking your best friend’s heart without smelling like lavender shampoo, right?

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“Yes. Are you?”

He nodded slowly.

I leaned back into the desk chair, giving him a polite tight-lipped smile.

“So… what can I help you with, Reid?”

His jaw twitched. “Stop calling me that.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Everyone calls you Reid.”

“You know what I mean.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Look,” I said, flipping a page, “you’re my best friend, but I’m really busy right now, and I’m starting to regret letting you in.”

He folded his arms.

“Can we talk about it?”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

He blinked slowly. “Right, nothing to talk about. You just threw a ten-pound paparazzi camera at my chest in the middle of a case. Not a bid deal at all.”

I stared at him, deadpan. My brain was tired.

“If this is about Lila, then I–”  he began.

“Absolutely not,” I cut in. “You can kiss whoever you want, Reid. Just don’t do it while we’re working a case, alright?”

He sat forward, voice lower. “Y/n, please. Can we talk about this? I don’t want my best friend mad at me.”

“I told you, I’m not mad.” A lie. “It’s not a big deal. You’re making it a big deal.” Hmm… Probably also a lie.

I stood up and placed my hand on the doorknob like punctuation. “Have a good night. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

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We got back to Quantico a couple days later.

The usual morning buzz of frantic typing and caffeinated agents filled the bullpen. I sat at my desk, flipping through files. I could feel Spencer’s eyes on me from across the room. The heat of his gaze followed me with every file, every sip of my coffee, and every twitch of my pen.

I got up, shaking off his eyes.

It didn’t.

He followed me.

“Y/N, are you still ignoring me?”

I didn’t respond. My silence was louder than any insult.

That’s when Derek appeared, sliding into the scene like he’d been waiting his entire life for this role.

“Pretty boy, what did you do this time?” he grinned. He walked ahead of us. “Oops,” he said, mock-apologetically. “Think I upset our little bundle of sunshine over here.”

I shot him a look. He raised both hands and backed into the kitchen.

Spencer tried to grab my shoulder but I shurgged him off and veered toward Penelope’s office.

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That afternoon, I felt his eyes on me again before I even made it back to my desk. Elle looked at me and shurgged. Derek snickered like a teenager with popcorn.

JJ passed by, her voice far too inocent. “Someone left you a little gift.”

I glanced at my desk.

A pristine copy of Little Women, the exact edition I’d been scouring the internet for. Vintage hardcover. Red and green embossed cover.

A yellow stick note sat on top: Sorry. - Spence.

I glanced up. Spencer watched me with the saddest, softest eyes: A puppy dog with a PhD.

Derek looked between us like he was watching a prime time drama.

Elle tried not to smirk.

JJ vanished to avoid the friendly line of fire.

I slid the book to the side, returning to my work.

Spencer rolled his eyes.

Later that evening, most of the team filtered out. Gideon offered a gruff  “Goodnight” before disappearing away into the elevator.

I looked up. Spencer was still at his desk.

He rolled his chair closer.

“Y/N,” he said gently. “I’m sorry.”

“Reid, do you even know what you’re sorry for?”

He took a deep breath. “I believe,” he began, “that you’re mad because I kissed Lila. Which I don’t entirely understand, because we’re just friends. You shouldn’t be mad.”

A trapdoor opened under my ribcage.

“You’re right, Spence but I’m not mad.”

He tilted his head, confused. “You’re acting like you are.”

“I’m acting like someone who doesn’t care,” I snapped. “So maybe stop analyzing me like some weird emotional puzle. Go back to making out with people who don’t ask inconvenient questions.”

He looked at me, stunned. “Y/N–”

“No,” I said, grabbing my bag. “It’s fine. We’re friends.”

I stormed out before he could respond. Before I could say something real.

Something like: I’m not mad because you kissed her. I’m mad because I didn’t even know I wanted to be the one you kissed.

[p-redux]

https://www.tumblr.com/p-redux/786573523950895104/may-just-be-a-coincidence-but-both-sam-and-alice

thought you said he was dating that real housewife woman

He can date multiple people. It's a thing. Look it up. I'm NOT saying he is, but people do date people not exclusively.

TBH, guys, I'm pretty much over the whole fandom thing. Who Sam's dating, not dating, his hair buzzed for Macbeth or hairplugs, in L.A. or Australia, the troll frothing at me in my Inbox thinking I give a rat's ass about all the crap she spews about Sam, I'm 🥱. None of it matters to me anymore. I know it's still important to a lot of you, but I may be well and truly over it. I've got some RL stuff that's taking my attention (all good stuff) and I'm concentrating on that. So, I'll still be here, but for right now, unless Sam's getting married, having a kid, or something along those lines, I'm not really into it. Sorry to be a downer, but that's where I'm at.

I'll still be here, and I appreciate the DMs. Love you guys...well, most of you. ❤️

[lemotmo]

I don't think I believe it either. Feels way too theatrical.

Q. Do you think he's really dead?

A. I don't. At least that's how I feel right now. I have genuine issues with some of Tim's decision making. Valid criticism over certain things. But the one thing he has never been guilty of doing is killing off characters willy nilly. He's literally never done it. First of all that interview he did was embarrassing on every level so if it's not a fake out ABC is in trouble because they're about to give this man a second show to play with. He basically said it was written for Ravi to die, but he decided last minute ON HIS OWN, to kill off Bobby instead. You don't go from the killing of a secondary character whose death would make perfect sense show wise, to killing off your main character on a whim all by yourself without talking it over with anyone else who has decision making power. Peter Krause and Angela Bassett are both executive producers. Not producers but executive producers. They have decision making power. Tim, Peter and Angela all basically said Tim decided on his own it would be Bobby and no one else had a say. Show runner or not something like that doesn't just happen with no one else getting any kind of veto power. That basically means he fired Peter and no one else involved with the show had any kind of say. Bullshit. I will say everyone is trying to sell it appropriately but even the cast goodbyes don't feel like genuine goodbyes. Callum (Brad) got more heartfelt goodbyes than Peter is getting. Also it was just a genuinely ridiculous plot to kill a main off with. That virus is not an airborne virus. And I have the most basic elementary level knowledge of that virus. And Chimney choosing to take the rat home at the end was laughable. I know it's the little wee woo show and we laugh and make fun but this is a level of ridiculous that this show is better than and something they avoid doing. I do believe killing off a character like that opens up the show for some new direction and potential, which maybe ABC wanted, we don't know, but I cannot believe the abysmal, unprofessional way it's been executed is real. And I don't for one minute believe Peter and Angela got no say whatsoever. Tim not being aware anyone would notice them filming in downtown L.A in the middle of the freaking day? Openly admitting he just decided to do it randomly? It's too ridiculous. And the plotline for these two episodes is just really, really bad when examined. So no as of this writing I'm not buying it.

Thank you Nonny!

Yeah, pretty much this. ☝️☝️☝️

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[911actually]

‘9-1-1’ Showrunner On That Helicopter Chase & ‘Apocalypse Now’ Connection That Wasn’t To Be

SPOILER ALERT: The story includes details about Episode 815 of ABC’s 9-1-1, “Lab Rats.“ On a typical 9-1-1 episode, this would’ve been a centerpiece — a chase involving three helicopters around Downtown Los Angeles skyscrapers that ends with a landing on the field of the L.A. Coliseum. But the April 17 episode of ABC’s firefighter drama, “Lab Rats,” was far from typical, marking the exit of star and executive producer Peter Krause. So the impressive stunt was overshadowed by Station 118 Captain Bobby Nash (Krause) dying just minutes later at an underground lab where a fire had triggered the release of a deadly virus.

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Dandelion News - December 8-14

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1. Rooftop Solar Keeps Getting More Accessible Across Incomes

“The long-term trend is that the median income for a household with rooftop solar is getting closer almost every year to that of the median income for owner-occupied households.”

2. Endangered seabirds return to Pacific island after century-long absence

“"No native species were harmed during the removal of invasive rats from Kamaka Island,” Esposito said. […] The team also collected and planted native sedges and grasses while removing invasive trees to enhance nesting conditions.”

3. First-of-its-kind crew welfare measure adopted at Pacific fisheries summit

“The new measure establishes minimum standards on board, including access to clean food and water, medical care, and sleeping quarters. It stipulates that workers have “unfettered access” to their identity documents […] and “unmonitored access to communication devices to seek assistance.””

4. Greyhound racing is increasingly rare worldwide. New Zealand now plans to outlaw the practice

“New Zealand’s government rushed through a law to prevent dogs from being killed while the industry winds down, unless a veterinarian deems it unavoidable. This will prevent owners from euthanizing dogs for economic reasons, Peters said.”

5. Possible Win-Win for Wildlife Management and Food Security

“Wild-harvested meat donation programs can help improve food insecurity while also helping manage overabundance of wildlife species like white-tailed deer[…. In one program,] hunters donated 600,000 meals. But that’s only 5.7% of the amount of venison that food donation facilities could use, according to the Food Bank Council of Michigan. The researchers say this suggests there’s room for scaling up these programs.”

6. Poll of American Farmers Shows Strong, Widespread Support for Increased Farm Bill Conservation Funding

“The polling, which surveyed over 500 farmers and ranchers across the country, found broad support for continuing and increasing funding for climate-smart agriculture conservation programs.”

7. Long-distance friendships enhance trust in conservation efforts

“Relative to a person with no long-distance friends, having even just one friend in another village led to a 15% increase in conservation activities such as beach cleanups, reporting illegal fishing practices and educating others about sustainable resource management.”

8. Two major Sunshine State airports make switch to 100 pct renewables

“Power for operations ranging from lighting and air conditioning to escalators and charging stations will be provided from renewable energy projects [...] at the beginning of 2025, ensuring clean energy operations for the more than 8 million passenger journeys averaged each year.”

9. Expansion of federally subsidized public housing may offer a path out of LA's homelessness crisis

“[… A] half-cent sales tax [was] recently approved by L.A. County voters expected to generate $1 billion per year to address homelessness. […] “Metros with higher concentrations of federally financed public housing tend to have lower rates of unsheltered homelessness," Schachner said.”

10. $20 Million Available to Advance Habitat Restoration Priorities of Tribes and Underserved Communities

“Through this funding, NOAA will help support community-driven habitat restoration and build the capacity of tribes and underserved communities to more fully participate in restoration activities.”

December 1-7 news here | (all credit for images and written material can be found at the source linked; I don’t claim credit for anything but curating.)

[daughterofhecata]

Kapartenhund gesehen. Habs geliebt <3

Spoiler unterm cut xD

First of all - Wo war die Trigger Warning Wandelnde Vogelscheuche??? Mega gut gemacht und ich liebe es wie sie Skinny auf die Art eingeführt haben, insbesondere mit dem Videochannel, aber hallo??? Ich reagiere empfindlich auf diese gottverdammte Vorgelscheuche! (/lighthearted, obviously)

Mochte basically alle Änderungen, die sie am Fall vorgenommen haben - vielleicht mit Ausnahme von Charles' Spuk statt Sonnys Mandala-Fimmel. Vor allem aber die added diversity both queer and non-white <3

Skinny my beautiful pathetic little rat boy <3 he's a delight. Und uuuuuh der Blickkontakt zwischen ihm und Peter in dem Diner??? (Der "Schreckensbleiche Nervenbündel" Joke ist an der Stelle aber leicht echt bisschen flach gefallen.)

Von den Bildern war ich ja noch nicht 100% überzeugt, aber Cotta?! Über den Kleidungsstil müssen wir noch mal reden, aber ansonsten, 10/10, no notes <3 inklusive der beiläufigen Canonisierung, dass er früher in L.A. gearbeitet hat und von da nach Rocky Besch gewechselt ist. Faszinierende Dynamik zwischen ihm und Rivera(?) außerdem.

Die Sets waren auch echt neat, die vielen Details in der Zentrale haben mir gefallen, und ich mochte auch, wie sie den Kristall-Kronleuchter eingebaut haben. Die Dynamik unter den Jungs war diesmal auch schöner, und ich habe mich sehr über den Film gefreut, den Mathilda guckt 😄

Titus & Mathilda however, meiner Meinung nach immer noch absolutes Fehl-Casting. Die müssten beide mal roughly 10-20 Jahre älter sein imo.

Und der Sinn von Bobs verstauchten Fuß hat sich mir auch nicht so ganz erschlossen.

[reader-lola]

Imagine:

Inside a video of the Sturniolo triplets:

(I've changed some small dialogue)

I had been Matt's girlfriend for two years. For five months I had been living with him and his brothers in L.A while she was studying at university. It was quite common therefore for me to appear in some of their videos, even more so when they were blogging about their days. ___________________📹______________

N: Oh god, I wish I had a pumpkin spice drink. Nick speaks while crouching while stirring the leaves on the ground. T/N: Or a pumpkin punch. - I try to imitate an exaggerated feminine pose following Nick's joke. The triplets' laughter resonates. Suddenly we see Matt with a shovel making the gesture of hitting us with it. N: Oh my god, what is that? ___________________📹______________ N: Last time I was here, I couldn't walk down this road because there was a turkey in the middle of the road. And I was like “Oh my god” C: What did you do when the turkey crossed the road? T/N: Does anyone find it strange that there was a turkey on this road? M: I just want to know Nick’s reaction when he saw that turkey. Would he run away? ___________________📹______________ M: This is like a Sturniolo aesthetic movie. T/N: To me it seems more like the path of a horror movie. – I approach the camera and whisper – Four teenagers disappear in the middle of a forest, no one knows where they are and there are no traces of them. In four days their bodies will be found…CHANCHANCHAN M: Honey, you give me chills. N: I don’t know, I think there are incredible views here. Follow me ___________________📹______________ C: Guys, what would we do if we saw Big Foot fucking a bear? T/N: I think it would be very unlikely to find Big Foot here. But I would definitely take a picture of it and sell it to a newspaper. N: I don't know what that pornographic detail was about and I'm grateful I don't have your mind. But why the hell did you answer that so quickly? -Matt's laughter resonates over his voice T/N: I don't know, it was what occurred to me N: It wasn't just an "Imagine Big Foot" no no, "Imagine Big Foot riding a bear." And the girl only thought of taking a picture to sell it to newspapers. My God ___________________📹______________ M: You know what, love? T/N: Tell me M: There's a creature living in that hole T/N: Like a gnome or a goblin? M: Probably. Look, if you look closely, they've covered that hole with leaves with the intention that we don't see it C: Do you really believe that? T/N: I don't doubt it C: Although it could also be a rat M: Don't take away the girl's illusion- He says, hitting her on the arm ___________________📹______________ C: Hold on to the camera for a moment, I'm going to try something N: You're holding on to it as if you were really going to get it out.- Chris pulls on the branch until he finally manages to get it out- oh my god T/N: Now get on top and fly to Hogwarts

[falloutboylyricss]

Fall Out Boy and Names

note: this post includes only specific names of people or groups of people (such as band names), both real and fictional

Evening Out With Your Girlfriend

"I can be your John Cusack" - Honorable Mention

"Obscured by the stand-up arcade and the sound of the Descendants" - Switchblades and Infidelity

"And listen to the Misfits 'Where Eagles Dare' to swallow whole" - Growing Up

"And we're all in the back singing 'Roxanne'" - The World's Not Waiting (For Five Tired Boys In A Broken Down Van)

"A simple contradiction could shake my whole foundation, Parker Lewis can't lose" - Parker Lewis Can't Lose (But I'm Gonna Give It My Best Shot)

Take This to Your Grave

Tell That Mick He Just Made My List of Things to Do Today (title only)

"Pete and I attacked the laws of Astoria with promise and precision" - Saturday

"Me and Pete in the wake of Saturday" - Saturday

"Hey, Chris, you were our only friend" - Saturday

From Under The Cork Tree

7 Minutes In Heaven (Atavan Halen) (title only)

I Slept With Someone In Fall Out Boy And All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me (title only)

Infinity On High

none

Folie à Deux

She's My Winona (title only)

What A Catch, Donnie (title only)

"Miss Flack said, 'I still want you back'" - What A Catch, Donnie

Tiffany Blews (title only)

Save Rock And Roll

"We're all fighting growing old in the hopes of a few minutes more to get, get on St. Peter's list" - Rat A Tat

PAX AM Days

none

American Beauty/American Psycho

"She wants to dance like Uma Thurman" - Uma Thurman

"I got those jet pack blues, just like Judy" - Jet Pack Blues

"Do you remember when we drove, we drove, drove through the night and we danced, we danced to Rancid" - Favorite Record

"I can't remember just how to forget, forget the way that we danced, we danced to Danzig" - Favorite Record

MANIA

"I'm 'bout to go Tonya Harding on the whole world's knee" - Stay Frosty Royal Milk Tea

Wilson (Expensive Mistakes) (title only)

"And if death is the last appointment, then we're all just sitting in the waiting room (Mr. Stump?)" - Church

"I think that God is gonna have to kill me twice, kill me twice like my name was Nikki Sixx" - Young And Menace

So Much (For) Stardust

"We were a hammer to the Statue of David" - Love From The Other Side

"I can't stop, can't stop 'til we catch all your ears, though, somewhere between Mike Tyson and Van Gogh" - Flu Game

"It breaks your heart, but four of the Ramones are dead" - The Kintsugi Kid (Ten Years)

Misc.

"Yeah, streets are full of seasons, saw what they did to Jesus" - Dear Future Self (Hands Up)

"'Cause everyone loves Bob Dylan, I just want you to love me like that, yeah / Would you bury me next to Johnny Cash? I'm obsessed" - Bob Dylan

"Captain Planet, Arab Spring, L.A. riots, Rodney King" - We Didn't Start The Fire

"Oklahoma City bomb, Kurt Cobain, Pokémon / Tiger Woods, MySpace, Monsanto, GMOs / Harry Potter, Twilight, Michael Jackson dies" - We Didn't Start The Fire

"Kim Jong Un, Robert Downey Jr., Iron Man" - We Didn't Start The Fire

"Obama, Spielberg, explosion, Lebanon / Unabomber, Bobbitt, John, bombing, Boston Marathon" - We Didn't Start The Fire

"Trump gets impeached twice, polar bears got no ice / Fyre Fest, Black Parade, Michael Phelps, Y2K / Boris Johnson, Brexit, Kanye West and Taylor Swift" - We Didn't Start The Fire

"Sandy Hook, Columbine, Sandra Bland and Tamir Rice / ISIS, LeBron James, Shinzo Abe blown away / Meghan Markle, George Floyd, Burj Khalifa, Metroid / Fermi paradox, Venus and Serena / Michael Jordan, 23, Youtube killed MTV / SpongeBob, Golden State Killer got caught / Michael Jordan, 45, Woodstock '99 / Keaton Batman, Bush v. Gore, I can't take it anymore" - We Didn't Start The Fire

"Elon Musk, Kaepernick, Texas failed electric grid / Jeff Bezos, climate change, white rhino goes extinct / Great Pacific garbage patch, Tom DeLonge and aliens" - We Didn't Start The Fire

"SSRIs, Prince and The Queen die" - We Didn't Start The Fire

[bella-rose29]

beautiful people

requested by anon: hi hi! Can I request Anthony Lockwood x reader fic inspired by the song beautiful people by ed Sheeran?

lockwood x gn!reader (made it gn bc there wasn't a gender specified, hope that's alright anon <3)

I am so sorry that this took so long anon 😭😭😭

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: set after the empty grave but I don't think there are any actual spoilers (but you've been warned anyway), I think that's the only thing? edit: there is a very big huge massive spoiler that's mentioned in one sentence so be careful

tag list (I just copied and pasted from deck the halls bc I'm tired and couldn't be asked to search through everything, so feel free to not read this if you don't want to): @ahead-fullofdreams, @aislinrayne, @anathemaloren, @anthgoldenhrry, @augustisintheair, @avdiobliss, @aysha4life, @bobbys-not-that-small, @briar-rose23, @curseofhecate, @dangelnleif, @edible-rat-vomit, @el-de-phi, @ell0ra-br3kk3r, @ettadear, @fearlessmoony, @fudosl, @idkbubs, @imaginebeingmentallystable, @informedimagining, @karensirkobabes, @lady-ashfade, @light-23, @locklyebrainrot, @locklyle1kanij, @locknco, @magicandrosewaters, @mentallyillsodapop, @mischivana, @mitskiswift99, @mrsklockwood, @mrsyixingunicorn10, @newbooksmell777, @no-morning-glories, @novelizt, @phlooper, @ran23sblog, @reggiepeterss, @simrah1012, @somethingrandomwatzit, @star-of-velaris, @superpositvecloudshipper, @t2sh0, @taygrls, @tournesol77, @whistle1whistle, @whenselenefallsinlove, @wordsarelife, @y0urm0m12

Lockwood was buzzing with unreleased energy, which made sitting next to him on a plane incredibly difficult, since Y/n just wanted to punch him in the face. They loved him, but they didn't need his jitters when neither of the two of them had ever flown before, let alone been out of the country.

It was a private jet they sat in, the vehicle sent by some rich person from America who had invited the famous ghost hunting agency from England to a week in Los Angeles. While George had initially seemed sceptical of the plane and it's abilities to carry them safely across half the world, he'd deemed it good enough for travel. Lucy and Holly were joining them too, although both were far less happy about it than Lockwood.

"It's basically a huge shell of metal that hurtles through the air. Why do you think I've been for three nervous pees in the last ten minutes, George?!" Lucy had stressfully said to George after he had questioned her multiple trips to the toilet.

Y/n had gone along because Lockwood had asked, despite them having only a vague connection to the agency's work. As a member of the general public, they didn't often get involved in the actual ghost hunting (Talent had never turned up for them which meant fighting was extremely dangerous, and they quite preferred being alive), but often could spot things that the others couldn't when looking at the history of a building, or a family, or pick up on the more human things in meetings as opposed to being solely focused on the Visitors.

Their other link to the agency was a lot stronger, because they were dating Lockwood.

Naturally when he'd asked if Y/n would be joining them on the agency's one week trip to America they couldn't say no, not when he was smiling at them the way he had been, and now they found themselves wondering why the hell they let him have so much of a hold on their heart.

It was the middle of July, too, and there was a freak heatwave as they were leaving England. It was nothing compared to the temperatures they would be met with in L.A., but the English were never made for heat.

"Oi," Y/n said softly, prodding Lockwood in the leg closest to theirs. "Stop bouncing, you're making me more nervous."

He cast them a small smile, tilting his head to look at them. "Sorry, my love." They could tell he was nervous too despite all the smiles and bravado he'd shown earlier, more so than when he went out and risked his life every night, and they grabbed his hand.

"People do this all the time, right? And George very kindly worked out the likelihood of us dying in this thing-"

"One in a million chance!"

"Thank you, George!" Y/n sighed, turning back to Lockwood. "But my point is, we're gonna make it there, and then we'll have an incredible, completely free holiday, and then we'll make it back to Portland Row, alive and in one piece, yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Hey. We're Lockwood and Co. And you're Anthony bloody Lockwood." He smiled wider at that, a huge grin taking over his face and making him light up.

"That we are," he replied, pressing a kiss to Y/n's forehead.

~~~

They had only been in America for about an hour, and already the agents were exhausted.

It didn't help that the plane journey was long, or that their internal body clocks were telling them it was well past their normal time to go to bed despite it being barely evening in Los Angeles. It seemed to be that the darker it got, the more people there were, which didn't make sense to any of the agents. While ghosts were no longer being created, many still hung around and caused fear, and it was strange for Lockwood and Co to be walking around in the dark with no rapiers, or even a spare flare.

Fancy cars drove past, one of them stopping (on the wrong side of the road; how did anyone drive correctly if they were doing it backwards?!) and opening its door to let the agents in. George squeezed in first, then went Y/n and Lockwood, and Lucy and Holly pushed their way into a seat a moment later. How they fit the five of them combined with the ten? eleven? people already in there Y/n wasn't sure. Music was blasting through speakers that weren't even visible (seriously, where was the music coming from?) and coloured lights flashed across the interior of the car. They had cars in England, of course, but this was much fancier than anything they had on their side of the world. People were drinking and dressed in fashion that looked futuristic to the five of them, and Y/n could feel the others shift in what little space they had as they looked down at their own clothes.

Then there were the questions.

At first it was difficult to understand their voices, since the accents were thick and everybody was talking at once, all trying to be heard over the music. Then it was difficult to answer their questions, because they were asking about phones and movies and music that none of them had much knowledge of in their technologically-different world. When they learned that Y/n wasn't even an agent, they wanted to know what exactly their role was, which was also difficult.

"He's my partner," they shouted (it was too loud to talk any quieter), pointing at Lockwood.

"So you're not... you're not an agent? You're just here?"

"Uh... yeah. I help on cases sometimes though!"

"Oh, cool!" the woman yelled, then immediately moved onto the next conversation. Y/n settled back against Lockwood, feeling his arm come around their shoulders. They looked at George, noting his bewilderment at the hidden speakers, and then at Lucy and Holly who were trying to figure out how to use the phone that someone had given them. It didn't even look like a phone; it was far too flat and small to be of any use to anyone.

They were all just trying to figure everything out, but even those who were being really nice to them could tell that the agents from London didn't fit in too well.

~~~

The party was far bigger than anything Fittes had ever thrown, and the five of them felt very underdressed, despite how fancy they had gone with their clothes.

Two hours in, Y/n was trapped in a conversation with a group of people about some event that had happened recently and was apparently a worldwide controversy, and they were being asked their opinion on it.

"Uh... I don't really know what's happening, to be honest." It was awkward, being looked at like they were some sort of alien, and Y/n felt themselves shrinking the longer they were stared at.

"Do you not have the news over in England?"

"We do, but normally it's... English news? Our technology got severely stumped growth-wise because of the whole 'there are ghosts now and they can kill you' thing, so..."

"Oh, yeah, sorry! I forgot that you guys are behind!" It wasn't said with any malice or anything, but it only served to make Y/n feel worse about not fitting in with these people. They tried to inconspicuously look around for Lockwood, but within seconds he had appeared at their side and was spewing some excuse about needing to borrow them.

He took them outside to a balcony, and although it was still crowded there was at least a cool breeze. "You alright?"

"Yeah. Thank you for that."

"Anytime," he smiled, pressing a kiss to their cheek. He seemed jittery again, and Y/n wondered if all the flashiness was finally getting to him.

"Are you alright?" they asked, startling Lockwood slightly.

"Oh, yeah." He wasn't particularly convincing in his answer, and Y/n raised their eyebrows at him. "I mean, I know I'm always going on about being front page all the time, and getting famous, which we are on the front page, and we did get famous, but this is... it's a lot." He paused, looking around at everyone gathered on the balcony. "It feels... weird, too. I'm not sure what the right word is yet. Everyone is almost too fancy, if that makes sense."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I keep thinking I'm really underdressed and should borrow a really shiny bin bag instead," they joked, noting someone walking past who was dressed in something that looked very similar.

"You don't need to change a thing, my love. You look stunning as you are." Y/n felt their face heat up at his compliment, and hid their face in his body. His laugh made both of them shake, and his arms came around to hold them close to him. "I mean it. I don't think you could look more incredible if you tried."

"Lockwood," they whined, dragging out the syllables in his name as their face lit up more and more. "Stop it, seriously."

"What, I'm not allowed to tell my partner how wonderful they are?"

"Not this much in one go!" He only laughed again, and Y/n couldn't prevent the smile that came onto their own face.

~~~

Their last night had been spent much like the others, only this time it was only Lockwood and Y/n and the driver of the posh car they had been loaned for the week (once people remembered that the five English visitors couldn't drive, they had been provided with a driver as well as just the car).

The week was basically over, complete with drives in convertibles, gifts of expensive designer clothes, trips to fashion shows, constant questioning from people wanting to know who they were, and what they do, and who they know. George, Lucy, and Holly had stayed back at the hotel they were staying in, too tired to do anything else, but Lockwood had taken Y/n out, saying he wanted to spend their last night in Los Angeles together just the two of them.

They seemed to drive for hours, in reality not travelling that far from their friends, but the lack of destination meant that they were doing constant laps of the city. Not that it mattered, because neither Lockwood nor Y/n had any idea where anything was. Everything was tall, and imposing and fancy and bright and beautiful, and for the most part Y/n sat staring out the window, watching all the lights as they passed.

Lockwood was watching them, a fond smile on his face, seeing the lights reflected in their eyes like stars.

There had been constant lights the whole week, people with cameras at every event they attended, and while Lockwood was more used to bright things (since he had such strong Sight he often had to use sunglasses to stop the glare from a death glow), Y/n was squinting against the flashes. At one point Lockwood had brought out his sunglasses, despite the darkness of the sky, and handed one to Y/n while putting his own pair on his face. He kept his arms around their body at all times, whether it was just carelessly slung over their shoulders or tightly wrapped around their waist, because he didn't want to lose them in the crowds.

The agents really didn't fit in well in America, but they couldn't help it when they were just being themselves. He had figured out what the word he had been looking for on the balcony all those days ago was, too. He realised it as he gazed at Y/n, who had propped their face up on their hand, resting their elbow on the car door. All those people that they had met, at fashion shows and parties and everywhere else they had been, were too perfect, too fancy, too beautiful. It felt far too extravagant, even for Lockwood, and although he had thoroughly enjoyed his time in America he was looking forward to going home.

Because that's who Y/n was to him, and he knew that he was home to Y/n. It didn't matter if they went back to wearing their second hand clothes that were worn out and cheap, and it didn't matter if none of them understood how to use a smartphone by the time they left tomorrow morning, because that was who they were.

They were Lockwood and Co.

[hum4niz3daesthet1cs]

|{ CULTCORE }|

|{ One of the main villains of the fandom! HUGE TWS FOR ABUSE, SH, AND SU1CIDE!! }|

# Personal Information

***• Government Name***

Erro Ada Evans

**• *Core* *Alias***

CultCore

**• *Preferred* *Name***

Erro prefers his regular government name, it doesn’t really bother him.

**• *Nickname(s)***

Eri, Prophet, The Forest Walker

**• *Chosen By***

Rune, Erro was taken by Rune due to making a deal with him over being the top, and being forced as a prophet for Rune forever.

**• *Origin***

L.A, California. Erro lived a mainly normal life, except his parents neglected him due to not being perfect. Erro continuously destroyed himself to be perfect as he abused drugs, stopped eating, and stopped sleeping. After giving into depression, he came across Rune in a forest, and made a deal to be on the top. However, he was forced to work as a prophet, and committed many homicides, eventually committing suicide by decapitating himself with his dagger, becoming Cultcore.

***• Attire Style***

Erro dresses in a cultist’s attire, wearing a dark red robe with a darker red button-up shirt underneath. He wears a black rose veil with glowing red arm bandages and black gloves. He wears black leggings with rips in them and dark red and black laced up boots in the shape of that of a deers hooves, but as shoes. He also wears a bunch of red belts and a glowing red cross necklace. He also has a black mask with Rune’s symbol and a realistic red eye on the center.

***• Core House***

Leader’s Domain

***• Location***

The Liminal Outskirts/The Dreamworld

***• Rank***

Prophet, Higher Being

***• Job/Occupation***

A worker of Rune, but also a higher being who can take aesthetics of his own.

***• Sexuality***

Aroace, Aroflux, Asexual

# Biological Information

***• Phyiscal Age***

23

***• Mental Age***

100+

***• Height***

5’10-6’0{With Platforms}

***• Gender***

Bigender, Masc He/She

***• Sex***

Male

***• Species***

A rat-based wendigo demi-human

***• Unique Features***

Two tall black antlers with a glowing red chain connecting them and glowing red crystals dangling from them, a black, long rat tail, and some small drooped deer ears

***• Personality Type***

Erro is often very mysterious and manipulative. He has the ability to get people stuck in situations where their only option is to obey him. He abuses in a similar way to making people think it’s their fault for everything, but this isn’t always him. He’s actually often quiet and polite when he’s not doing his job. He’s respectful of those close to him, and he is respectful and affectionate towards his partner, even if they hurt him.

***• Alignment***

Lawful Evil, Lawful Neutral

***• Likes***

Skulls, gorey topics, scrolling through his phone, perfectionism, making people happy

***• Neutrals***

His job, he doesnt like hurting others but he had made a deal, peer pressure

***• Dislikes***

Being fully forced into things, hurting people, getting hurt himself, failure, being ignored, not being at the top

***•Relationships***

Rune/ViolenceCore: Romantic Partner

# Medical Information

***• Mental Disabilities***

Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD)

Anxiety Disorder

Chronic Depression

Chronic Insomnia

CPTSD

***• Physical Disabilities***

Chronic neck pain

Nerve damage

Farsighted

***• Verbal Disabilities***

Selective Mutism

(Used to be complete mutism due to the drugs he abused ruining his throat, now his brain just wont let him talk when put under stress)

|{ Design! }|

{FULL BACKSTORY (OLD TYPED VER HELP ME-) }

Trauma/Backstory: TW: neglect, people pleasing, ED, substance abuse, gore, death, suicide Erro was born in L.A, California, with a strict family and neglecting parents. He was always told throughout his life to end up at the top, and it was all he could think of. This led him to become a severe perfectionist, too worried about work and doing jobs and professions correctly to eat anything. He didn’t really think it was that bad to be malnourished, as the smaller the body the easier it was to move around and make everything p e r f e c t.

He was always considered gifted by the students in his school, all As, 4.0 GPAs, and standing high above the rest. Deep down, though, he was a ball of stress and worry, and he felt the rush of burnout and the fate of collapsing from his top role coming closer and closer. Until suddenly, during junior year of highschool, he stopped.

He was seen as a nerd, when really he relied on dirty ways to stay up top, especially during burnout. He would take deadly substances, just to stay at the very top if he didn’t know what was right. He made deals, and suffered just to make his family proud of him. He’d always enter the school with a bright smile on his face, but beaten up and paler from all the deadly substances.

He rarely spoke, due to a burning feeling in his throat, which knocked him down on participation. His voice was crackly and broken whenever he tried to speak, the substances he messed with starting to degrade on his body. He was starting to lose himself more and more, the pain starting to get worse and worse, and he beat himself over it, claiming that he must be “the perfect one” and that he “would never stop until the top is reached”.

In senior year, he was on the verge of collapsing, barely making it past school, and he had left his role of being on the top, it was too much for him to handle. His family started to yell at him for it, manipulating him and claiming he was fine. He was still malnourished, and his eyes were droopy with dark circles underneath them, from staying up all hours studying and making sure everything was perfect.

He soon graduated highschool, not even trying college. He quickly moved out, and tried to fix himself, but he was too damaged to be fixed, both mentally and physically. His old self was locked in a cage, forever locked behind with insanity.

He slowly began to not see the point in life. He never seemed to fit in anywhere, and even the strongest substances never helped, it just made things worse. Everytime he looked outside, the days began to blend, and his world became grayer and grayer. He soon had enough, he walked off, away from his home, and he soon encountered a figure in the darkness. He was approached, and a hand was held out, a deal being offered to him, this would be his last.

Willpower for the strongest protection and always being at the top role.. He agreed, seeing no other choice, and he took the hand, his soul being taken under the hands of Rune, and he couldn’t say no to them anymore.

He acted as a slave, and he was happy with it, because he got what he wanted. He stayed at the top, and he would fall at the top. He helped with torture, putting victims through horrifying and torturous rituals lead by Erro, himself.

He lost his mind more and more as this went on, and soon, he stood before a pile of the dead bodies of the ones he had created himself. He saw no one else to torture or use, so he took his own dagger to his throat, and slit his throat, blood spilling from the injury as all he did was smile, as the bone in his neck slowly cacked and crumbled, which showed this was what Rune wanted… Soon, he collapsed to his knees, his head rolling on the pile of the bodies, and he collapsed. He soon woke up, inside a bedroom, with Rune standing before him.. He was forever left like this. An empty shell of who he once was.. And nothing could stop that.

[em0-snail]

Popular indie animation is always like "here is a 2d cartoon that was made entirely by some broke ass gay college kid. The pilot episode is now the second most viewed video on YouTube and the creator was able to buy a home in L.A. from what they made off of merch sales alone" and modern box office animation is always just "Disney released a hyper realistic 3D sequel animation of their CEO jacking off in a yacht for 2 hours. somehow Crisp rat and Aquafina are the only two with speaking roles. Audiences hated it. Theres already 3 spinoffs in production."

[lesbianedmundo]

Just watched 8x15 Lab Rats and OMFG. TIM MINNEARS WHEN I CATCH YOU. WHEN I FUCKING CATCH YOU.

My problems:

1. That Bobby chose to die (in extenuating circumstances, I know, I understand, but still) is such a disservice to his journey. This is a man who struggled heavily with suicidal ideation. In S1, in the pre S1 backstory we saw some of, in S7 arguably when his trauma got dug up again. That he chose to die leaves something bitter in my mouth right now. I WISH it’d been more sudden. I wish it had gone like this: that he hadn’t known. That he didn’t notice the rip until after Chimney got the dose, and after that it carried out the same way. Or that instead his PPE wasn’t breached until they were all evacuating and there was, idk, another explosion or some kind of accident that exposed him, and he and Athena had longer to say goodbye. It would’ve been heart fucking wrenching, for them to have to wait longer. BUT NO. LET’S HAVE THE CHARACTER WHO SURVIVED SUICIDAL IDEATION, WHO RECOVERED, CHOOSE TO DIE. FUCKING EXCELLENT.

2. No Eddie. Where. The. Fuck. Was Eddie Diaz?! Are you shitting me? And it’s been confirmed we’re not gonna get ANY of Eddie’s reaction to hearing Bobby died on screen. They should’ve brought him back last episode, had this be his first time back in L.A, so at least he’d FUCKING BE HERE. He and Bobby have had such parallel stories and experiences since S2, and their relationship is incredibly important to them. Fuck, Eddie credits Bobby with saving his and Chris’ lives. And he’s not in the episode where Bobby dies. Just. Nothing. Not even him getting the call from Buck or whoever, i don’t even care abt the Buddie of it. We deserved his reaction to that. It wouldn’t have even been out of place to only have him show up, briefly, in that ending montage of their immediate grief, not to anyone who's watched anything else of the show.

3. Two minute, snail fucking pace helicopter chase. I actually can’t. Who approved this. Tommy and the deadpan ‘bastard’ I’m crying. WHAT. That screen time could’ve gone literally anywhere else and it would’ve been a better use. Fuck sake. Tim, we know you favor this low-key racist character but can u calm down please.

In conclusion:

What the fuck was that. Why the fuck was that. Who the fuck approved that.

And I get it on some level. There are some positives. I adore the acting this episode because WOW they gave their all! And if we had to see Bobby go, it was (mostly) brilliantly well done, with his and Athena’s moments, him telling Buck he’s gonna be okay and ‘I love you, kid’, work song playing in the background, etc. Props to that. But we DIDN’T have to see him go! Peter Krause wasn’t leaving! This was an entirely creative decision! I am crying. Wtf.

[lemotmo]

It's baffling

Q. Well you wanted it to matter and have meaning. Congratulations he's really dead.

A. Killing him off makes less than zero sense. It's why no one believed Tim would actually do it. It's a terrible fucking business decision. I also don't know that I believe any of it either. There is no meeting anywhere in which a show runner announces he has decided to kill off a secondary character like Ravi (no offense to him, he's lovely but that's exactly the kind of character you do kill off) then randomly on a whim decides to kill off your main character, who's actor happens to be an executive producer on the show, instead. It's the definition of a fireable offense. And if he really has done this with that little thought and care then he absolutely should be relieved of his duties. The plotline made no sense at all. Some of the dialogue was beautiful and moving but the actual plot was nonsense. And then Chimney randomly took the rat home to his pregnant wife and kid? Bullshit. Then Tim gives that joke of an interview where he says they had no idea filming in downtown L.A for his little show would ever be leaked or something people would be interested in leaking?? Shut up, asshole. It's the number one show on a major network. People know the show. There was zero chance anyone believed no one would notice them filming that wide open. I'm not saying that killing off the character doesn't open the show up for new direction and focus, because it does (and I stand by the fact that they overused Bobby in several storylines). But killing him off on impulse, which is how everyone is saying this went down, should end Tim's career. It's that unprofessional and egregious. Mostly I'm leaning towards it's a con. Because it's an incredibly concerning business decision that he never should have been allowed to make if it's true.

Thank you Nonny!

I got two Ali asks that kinda belong together, so I'm going to post both of them, one after the other.

I don't know what to think anymore to be honest. What is the point of all of it? If he's really dead? Why? He was in a good place and the show was in a good place. Why kill off your own show by killing off one of the mains like this?

If he isn't really dead? Why piss off your audience like this? Because I can guarantee you that a lot of people will stop watching if that is the case. Sure, it'll be a shock and a surprise if he's back, but the audience won't be happy with being lied to about something as big and emotional as this.

So I do agree with Ali here. It makes zero sense.

What was Tim thinking? Absolutely no one is happy after this episode. 🤷‍♀️

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[911actually]

Departing ‘911’ Actor Says Heartfelt Goodbye: “It Has Been My Honor”

For the first time in eight seasons, 911 has killed off a member of its core cast. In the ABC drama’s April 17 episode, titled “Lab Rats,” L.A. Fire Capt. Bobby Nash (Peter Krause) sacrifices his own life to save members of his crew. Bobby shares a final moment with his wife, LAPD Sgt. Athena Grant-Nash (Angela Bassett), before succumbing to a deadly virus he and his fellow firefighters had been trying to contain.

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Finds For 2015.

Dum Dum Girls “Bhang Bhang, I’m A Burnout”

Pop. 1280 “Do The Angelfish”

Eric Copeland “Grapes”

Courtney Barnett ”Pedestrian At Best”

Diet Cig “Harvard”

FF “Caught In A Dream”

Former Ghosts “The Days Will Get Long Again”

James Clarke “Waiting Game”

Pup “Reservoir”

Sex Worker “Tough Love”

Together Pangea “River”

Anthroprophh & Big Naturals “Establishment In Decline”

Nisennenmondai “Souzousuru”

Sleaford Mods “Donkey”

Beech Creeps “Sun Of Sud”

Blossom Dearie “Sunday Afternoon”

Cribs, The “We Were Aborted”

OG Maco & Key! “U Guessed It”

Sleaford Mods “Tieds Up In Knotts”

Black Madonna, The “Stay”

Alessandro Cortini “Dell’ Influenza”

Flying Lotus & MF Doom “Masquatch”

Desire “Mirror Mirror” (dub)

XXYYXX “Witching Hour”

Soft Moon, The “Black”

Chromatics “Candy” (eight-track)

Dot Allison “Lover”

Burial “Wounder”

T.S.O.L. “Code Blue”

Death Grips “Runway J”

Black EL “’95 White Maxima”

Excepter “Forget Me”

Chromatics “Blue Moon”

Burial “Come Down To Us”

Adverts, The “Bored Teenagers”

Shonen Knife “Twist Barbie”

Raveonettes, The “A Hell Below”

Alan Vega “No More Christmas Blues”

Suicide “Hey Lord”

Arca “Sisters”

Consumer Electronics “Murder Your Masters”

Your Old Droog “Porno For Pyros”

Women In Prison “Suicidal Exit”

Ho99or “Da Blue Nigga From Hell Boy”

Soft Moon, The “Want”

Flucts, The “2 Gtr. Practice”

Flying Lotus & MF Doom “My Favorite Ladies / Litemeter”

18+ “Jets”

Shiny Two Shiny “Through The Glass”

Nobunny “(Do The) Fuck Yourself”

Dual Action “No Cologne, Use The Jack”

XXYYXX “Fields”

AIDS Wolf “Nothing But A Tape Recorder”

Grimes “Go”

La Sera “Break My Heart”

Capital Steez “Last Straw”

Honeyblood “Super Rat”

Happy Meals Apero

Fisherman Remixed

Raveonettes, The “Sisters”

Godspeed You Black Emperor! “Piss Crowns Are Trebled”

Eternal Summers “Together Or Alone”

Dinner “Going Out”

Ye Olde Maids “In The Palms Of God’s Hands”

Death Grips “Inanimate Sensation”

Gateway Drugs “Night Swimming”

18+ “OIXU”

Raveonettes, The “A Hell Below”

Polysick “Barry Talks”

Ronnie Laws “Always There”

Sweet Mixture “House Of Fun And Love”

L.A. Boppers “Saturday”

Pharmakon Bestial Burden

Prurient Pleasure Ground

Tantor “Niederwohren”

Dinner “Say What You Want (Love Is Dead)”

Pop Eye “Lazy Haze”

Chocolate Star “Stay With Me”

Disco Ruido! “Prisma”

Soft Moon Deeper

Uniform “Footnote”

Dinner “Say What You Want (Love Is Death)”

Big Youth “Every N*gg*r Is A Star”

Sauveur Mallia “Future Vision”

Metric “The Shade”

MNDR “Lock & Load” (f. Killer Mike)

Uniform “Buyer’s Remorse”

Prurient Frozen Niagara Falls

Steve Moore“Zero-Point Field”

Disco Ruido! “Sol”

Rockwell “Childhood Memories”

Black Lips “Bad Kids”

Prayers Gothic Summer

Work Drugs “Dirty Dreams”

Delta 5 “Mind Your Own Business”

Fantome “Scream” (Hanin Elias & Noia RMX)

Gingerlys Jumprope EP

M.I.A. “Swords”

Pastel Ghost “Slow Gaze”

Neon Indian “Slumlord”

Conor Oberst & The Mystic Valley Band “Breezy”

AFX “Serge Fenix Rendered 2”

Vexx “Black / White”

Chemical Brothers, The “Sometimes I Feel So Deserted”

Adi Ulmanski “A.D.I.”

Death Grips “PSS PSS”

Day Wave “Drag”

Sun Kil Moon Ghosts Of The Great Highway

Alice Glass “Stillbirth”

Pachinko “Adonis Of Denver”

Dry Heaves “What’s Happening”

Stephen Encinas “Disco Illusion”

Mssingno s/t EP

Azar Swan “For Last And Forever” (Cut Hands RMX)

Javelin “Lindsey Brohan”

MNDR & Sweet Valley Dance 4 A Dollar

Chvrches “Never Ending Circles”

Bethlehem Steel “Guts”

Sons Of Magdalene “Can’t Won’t Don’t Want To”

Tropic Of Cancer “I Woke Up And The Storm Was Over”

Theoretical Girls “U.S. Millie”

Happy Meals “Electronic Disco”

Outfit, The “Rise & Shine”

Azar Swan “We Hunger” (Vatican Shadow RMX)

Crimekillz “2mdtbadb”

Algiers “Irony. Utility. Pretext.”

Thrust “Do You Understand?” (Scam RMX)

Joan Shelley “Over And Even”

Dry Heaves “Shoot Yourself”

Grump “Facades”

Kegcharge “Dying For Who?”

Pachinko “Get Along Gang”

Vasska “Policia Policia”

Rixe “Infatigables”

Geologist “Stretching Songs For Spring”

Omar Souleyman “Bahdeni Nami” (Legowelt RMX)

Prince Ikey-C “Who Kicks The Gutter?”

Hemingway “Our Country For Right Or Wrong”

Coughs “Animal Hospital”

Night Ritual “Fornicate With The Dragon”

Dawn Of Humans “Pinned Out Pts. 1 & 2”

Made In Mexico “untitled”

No Fucker “Peace…They Hate That Very Word”

Deathcharge “Hangman”

Prayers SD Killwave

Institute “Living Death”

Tropic Of Cancer “Be Brave”

Bruit Fantome “Kosmos”

Nomenklatur “Fascinated By The Chaos”

Peaches “Bodyline”

Bug, The “Poison Dart”

Bishops Green “We Got Nothing”

Contrast Attitude “Turn Around Again”

JK Flesh Nothing Is Free

David K. Ginn “Bad Boy”

Alan Parker & Alan Hawkshaw “Difference, The”

Ethel Beatty “It’s Your Love”

Dan Deacon “Drinking Out Of Cups”

Major Mackerel “Dutty Bungle”

Shaggs, The “Who Are Parents”

Tiger “Ram Dance Hall”

DJ Bass “Take A Lick”

…And The Native Hipsters “There’s Goes Concorde Again”

Kap Bambino “Zero Life”

Dalhous “A Communion With These People”

Cobra Killer “Mund Auf Augen Zu”

Hooded Fang “Ode To Subterrania”

Quintron “Dirtbag”

G.L.O.S.S. Girls Living Outside Society’s Shit

Sylvano Santorio “Waves”

Looper “Farfisa Song”

William Onyeabor “Better Change Your Mind”

Plaitum “Let Me Hold You”

Hasil Adkins “Ha Ha Cat Walk Baby”

Killing Joke “Euphoria”

Dreamcrusher “Suicide Deluxe”

Keith Droste “When You Come Around”

Soul Vibrations “The Dump”

Dum Dum Girls “Jail La La”

DOM “Bochicha”

Jonathan Richman & The Modern Lovers “Roadrunner”

Kissing The Pink “Big Man Restless”

Liaisons Dangereuses “Los Ninos Del Parque”

Specials, The “A Message To You Rudy”

Alan Parker & Mike Moran “Your Smile”

Phil Western “Endless”

Bug, The ft. Spaceape “At War With Time”

Ojeda Penn “Happiness Is Having You Near”

Vatican Shadow “Enter Paradise”

Bobbi Humphrey “Jealousy”

Chromatics “Just Like You” (Hazy Mountains RMX)

Bug, The ft. Miss Red “Diss Me Army”

Etant Donnes ft. Alan Vega, Lydia Lunch & Genesis P-Orridge Re-Up