#LOOKIT NOW YA GOT A TAG

[the-flaming-nightmare]

Tagged by the wonderful @anewkindofme! ❤

With the new season of The Boys airing, my fixation has returned Big Time™ lmao, so I've started on a Little!Hughie fic because DAMN is this fandom deprived of agere content for him! Here's a bit of what I got so far:

Hughie quietly hummed to himself as he finished up decorating the legs of the coffee table with stickers. After sticking a strawberry cake sticker next to one of a milkshake, Hughie leaned back to admire his work.

Each leg had a different theme. One was decked out in dinosaurs, one in animals, one in hearts, and the one he just got done with was of different kinds of sweets. It looked way better now than it did before.

Hughie smiled to himself and gathered the remainder of his stickers in his arms, standing and making his way over to the TV. His work wasn't done just yet.

However, he only got four colorful fish stickers in before he was interrupted by the deep, English voice of his daddy.

"Oi, what do ya think yer doin', lad?"

Hughie turned on his knees to face the older man. Butcher stood next to the couch, hair still wet from the shower, and arms crossed over his chest as he gazed at Hughie with a raised brow. The boy just grinned up at him, though, knowing his daddy wasn't really upset with him. In the brief time the man's been his caregiver, Hughie's quickly come to learn the difference between "Serious For Real Daddy Face"and "Playful Serious Daddy Face."

"Decoratin'. Everything's so sad and boring in here."

Butcher failed to stifle a laugh at the kid's response.

"Well, can't say you're entirely wrong there, lad."

"I can continue decoratin', then?"

Butcher gave the coffee table and TV a once over, before breathing out a small sigh and shrugging.

"Eh, why not. But just the TV and that's it. Alright, mate? We still got'a image to uphold, after all."

Hughie gave an enthusiastic nod of understanding. "Okay, daddy!" He immediately turned back toward the TV and resumed covering the edges in the bright and sparkly fish stickers.

The little boy ended up decorating one side of the TV in fishes and the other in cars and trucks. He leaned back on his heels and looked over his shoulder at his caregiver, who now sat on the couch with his laptop in his lap. Probably doing boring grown-up work. Yuck.

"Daddy, lookit!"

Butcher looked up from the laptop and over at Hughie, seeing the boy pointing at the TV with a proud smile on his face.

"Well, would ya look at that. Looks like we've got ourselves a much more colorful lookin' telly now. Good job, Bambi."

Tagging (if you wanna): @angelique-of-the-volturi-guard, @si0writes, @autisticalastor, @nottapossum, @tomwise, @stemroses, @deevotee, @androgynousblackbox, @tryan-a-bex and anyone else who wants to join!

[coffeeforthebushman]

Welcome to my blog. Uh, 'll try to make it nice n short

This is not a roleplay blog. 'm a Sniper copinglink slash fictkin slash… somethin' else… still figurin stuff out, heh. prolly the first one though.

I think I'm BLU, but uh, that ain't fully set in stone. let's go withit.

Some of my identity as Sniper's mixed with caninekin tendencies,, mostly dog/coyote that kinda thing,, so ya 'll see that here too., #🐾

Oh, n another thing - this blog's meant ta be my lil' personal corner. my lil' comfort hole in the sand, get it? means i can do whatev' i want here, n if you have an issue with it, ya can piss right off. also means ya'll see some sobs n sighs every now n then. i'll tag 'em as #vent.

Don' make fun of the way i type.

N lastly, I'm a real person. keep that in mind when ya interact, k? be civil. be polite. be efficient.

Thanks for readin'.

ah. these cool userbox thingies up there made by @/mxbo . checkit out. its got sum nice work.

i'll add tags here as i go along.

#sniper's thoughts - just me ramblin' away.

#lookit! - reblogs of thingies that i feel belong 'ere

[sparkedblaze]

PART 3 LET'S GOOOOO

*sigh*

Parts 1 and 2

@raggedy-albert tagging you bc you yelled at me ;-;

T/W cursing, talk of violence

"WHERE DOES IT SAY A GUY CAN'T CATCH A BREAK WHY SHOULD YOU ONLY TAKE WHAT YOU'RE GIVEN WHY SHOULD YOU SPEND YOUR WHOLE LIFE LIVIN' TRAPPED WHERE THERE AIN'T NO FUTURE EVEN AT SEVENTEEN BREAKIN' YOUR BACK FOR SOMEONE ELSE'S SAKE"

THOSE LYRICS HIT SO FUCKING HARD MY DUDES

JEREMY JORDAN'S VOCALS HOLY SHIT

HIS FACIAL EXPRESSIONS

MOVEMENTS

HIS A C T I N G

"I'll be there"

"Just be real is all I'm askin'."

"I GOT NOTHIN IF I AIN'T GOT SAAAAANTAAAAAAAAA FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"

That's the end of act 1. I only just finished act 1. I pause it too much to type everything out. And also I napped earlier and it felt g r e a t

Finch laying across the table

"Just ask a fish in the desert"

LES SITTING UNDER THE TABLE

"Why do old people talk?" "To prove they's still alive"

Mush's eyeroll

Squeeze Elmer's shoulder

FRONT PAGE?!

IAIN'S SMILE FUCK HIS SMILE IS SO DAMN CUTE

"WOULD YA LOOKIT THAT'S ME!"

"WHERE'S ME?! WHERE'S ME?!"

"I WON'T BE LAST IN LINE FOR THE TUB TONIIIGHT"

Tommy snatching the pape from Davey

"There's a headline even Elmer could sell"

HENRY'S LAUGH/REACTION TO ^

"JACK DON'T RUN FROM NO FIGHT"

"Take it down shortstop"

"FOR JUMPIN' JACKS SAKE CAN YOU STOW THE SERIOSITY LONG ENOUGH TO JUST DRINK IN THE MOMENT"

HIS LIL PUNCHIES

Albert's look of disgust at being touched without permission

"I'M FAYHMUS"

Henry: So?

"When ya fayhmus tha woild is ya erster."

😕 Wot?

????

"Ya erster"

"What are you saying???"

"EY YAKNOW YA FANCY CLAM WIT THA POIL INSIDE"

"O Y S T E R"

"HOW MUCH DOES BEIN' FAYHMUS P A Y?!"

"U DON'T🚫 NEED MONEY 💲 WHEN UR FAYHMUS😎 THEY GIVES YA WHATEVA YA WANT G R A T I S"

HEARING THE FIRST LIKE CHORDS (?) OF KONY IS THE BEST BC KONY IS THE BEST SONG IF YOU CAN'T TELL BY HOW LONG THIS POST ALREADY IS P MUCH ONLY WITH KONY THINGS

RACE AND KATH DOING THE PLAYFUL HIT THINGS

WHY DID THEY CHANGE RACE'S LINE?! IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE FOR ROMEO TO WANT A PERMANENT BOX AT THE SHEEPSHEAD RACES

"Oh no"

*tucks emotional support stick under arm* "knOBBin WIt AlL DA MuCKeTY MuCks I'M BLowIN MY doUGH AND gOIN dELuxE"

Statue of Liberty

The obscene amount of times Racer sticks his tongue out

Raver ruffling Mush's hair

"AMSCRAY PUNK"

"BUNCHA WET NOODLES" "PULITZER'S POODLES"

Davey and Ike playing dogs even after everyone else drops it

EVERY SINGLE FACE IN THE POODLES SCENE

Lemme just (bad quality but I can’t clip it ;-;)

LIKE ALBERT WTF ARE YOU DOING???

JOJO MY MAIN MAN WHY

RACER THAT SMILE CREEPY AS HELL STOP

DAVEY AND IKE, AS STATED ABOVE

MIKE WTF

ELMER LOOKING ABSOLUTELY DONE

"LET'S GET DRUNK" 😃 Y E A H "NOT WITH LIQUOR" 😧

Clap

Hop

TAPPITY TAPPITY TAPPITY TAP MAKE ME STIM SO HARD ILY

FINCH AND HIS SUSPENDERS

EVERYONE GETTING OFFENDED AT GETTING ONE UPPED

TAPPITY TAP TAPPITY TAP TAPPITY TAP TAPPITY TAP

KICK

SPIN

BUMP BUMP

BUTTONS'S BROOM

EVERYONE GETTING SPOONS

"A L R I G H T RED"

SMALLS

ILY

SPOON FIGHT

EVERYONE JOINING IN

"GOT EM"

CHCHCHCHCHCHCHCHCCCKCKCKCCH

TAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAP

*shoving Kath out of chair*

*cleans off ground with hat*

BOOOOOOOOOOOOO

THE WAY THEIR LITTLE ARM THING TICKLES MY BRAIN

Albert: Ehhhh Albert: Oh shit that's actually p good

THE CHOREOGRAPHY IS SO GOOD

"LOOK AT ME I'M THE KING OF NEW YORK"

"THIS IS GONNA MAKE BOTH THE DELANCEYS PEE IN THEIR PANTSIES"

ELMER'S FACE

FINCH'S LIL FACE BANDAGE

THE SHOT WHEN THEY SING "GUTS AND GLORY"

SPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN

TKTKTKTKTKTKTTKTTKTKTTKTKTKTKT

"OF NEW YORK!!!"

SEEING THEM ALL OUT OF BREATH AND GRINNING AND IK THEY HAD SO MUCH FUN

SMALLS

Point

Clapclap clap

ROMEO AND FINCH HAVING SO MUCH FUN

FUCK WAIT NOW IT'S LETTER FROM THE REFUGE

"Dear Jack..."

I paused it.

I don't wanna watch anymore ;-;

I wanna pretend they're all still happy and tappin' around Jacobi's

"Guess I wasn't much help yest'aday"

"Oh, yeah, Jack This is Crutchie by the way"

Andrew Keenan Bolger is just so fuckin good

"So far they ain't brung us no fooood..." lol

"Maybe though... heh heh... Not tonight..."

"We miiiight just go..."

Definitely NOT Ike sleeping next to him SHHHHHHHHHHHHH

"Damn this place."

"Your friend Your best friend Your brother Crutchiiiieeeee"

Albert Some other redheaded newsie: "Enough already!"

Everyone looking for Jack

MISS MEDDA I FUCKING LOVE YOU

Jack pretending to not be crying

"You're a gem"

"Does it matta?"

"If you're running away, nowhere is ever the right place"

"How about lettin' a pal know you're alive?!" Jack: Ffs 🙄

"Why don't I leave you with your boyfriend?"

"YaevathinkIdidntwannabefound"

"A B O V E THE FOLD"

Bap

Smack

They're so close just lean forward a lil and give him a lil smooch

Poke

:|

"JUST LIKE I SAID"

"We're inevitable"

"Fame is one intoxicating potion"

"Yes he did and then he died :)"

Kath's lil supportive nod

"Smart enough to get you committed to a padded room"

JACK'S ART

"Lighten up, no one died."

LES'S LIL WORRIED FACE WHEN JACK TELLS THEM ABOUT CRUTCHIE

"If I wanted a sermon I would show up for church."😠

"Tell me how quitting does Crutchie any good."

"Exactly."

"Here's how it goes-"

T E E T H

"Jackie think about it"

JACK HOW WERE YOU EXPECTING TO MAKE IT IN SANTA FE WITHOUT KNOWING WHY A SNAKE RATTLES

"poor GUYS head IS SPINNING"

"Whywouldhesendforthegoonsanentirearmydozensofgoonsplusthecopsand-"

Kath’s amazement at Jack admitting being wrong

ETHAN’S DUMB FACE 😭😭😭

“Stay on track”

“AND WEVE GOT JACK”

Spit shake

Davey being disgusted

“And I’ve got a date!!!”

Kath being nervous asf to confront her dad

“The newsies are striking against… me”

Kath trying to melt into her chair

I’m gonna kick Snyder

*WHACK* “WHAT GOOD WOULD QUIET DO ME”

Kath’s panic when Jack shows up

“Ask and ye shall be received”

S i t

“Good aftanoon bois”

“Aaand which Jack Kelly is this? The charismatic union organizer? Or the petty thief, and escaped convict?”

“Which one gives us more in common? Eh?” *wiggles finger*

“Crowwlin”

“Want i should save ya a spot on the bill?”

B o y

“When New York wakes up to-“ 😗🧐 “-front page photos of our rally”

“Even some reporters”

THE BIG REVEAL

JACKS FACE

KATHS FACE

“Yeeeeeessss”

Why does Pulitzer hit his desk so much? Take a Xan and calm down my guy

I’m gonna kick Snyder pt 2

THE DELANCEYS CATCHING AND HOLDING JACK SO HE CANT GET OUT DHSGWHMFKE

Morris looking 100% done with Pulitzers shit

“They know I don’t care” 🙂

“Tossed 🫴🏼➰ to the rats🐀 Will they ever be able to thank you enough?💅🏻”

BOTTOM LINE REPRISE

I like that he calls Jack ‘Cowboy’ in this song as a little homage to the original, but (bc I saw Livesies first) I was so confused when I watched it at first.

So ik they only use the newsies to move sets bc they can go fairly unnoticed by the audience when they’re going on and off stage. But just the idea that even if they aren’t actually there with him, them still do everything for Pulitzer is a statement to me

Morris hopp of stairrrrrrs

*bonk bonk bonk* “That there… is firm”

Jacks lil tantrum

“NEWSIES NEED OUR HELP TODAYYY”

HELLO SPOT LOML

TOMMY BRACCO 😍😍😍 (congrutalions on his engagement 😭😭)

THE LIL GAP IN HIS TEETH IS EVERYTHING TO ME

Reasons I love Brooklyn (from left to right:

Graves

Myron

Spot

Hotshot

Bart

Ty for coming to my Ted Talk

“We’ll getcha payback with some PAY BACK”

Speepy Jack

Spot’s dramatic ass taking his hat off

“BOROUGH WHAT GAVE ME BOITH”

Everyone else hurriedly taking off their hats

“FRIENDLIEST PLACE ON OITH”

“PAYUS A VISIT AND SEE WHAT WE MEANS”

“AND WHEN YA DOOOOOO”

“WE’LL KICK YA HALFWAY TO QUEENS”

Definitely totally Jack Kelly on that printing press and definitely NOT Devin Lewis

The entirety of the boroughs introducing themselves

PFFPTTHHH

“WE IS HEEEEEERRRREEEE”

Davey’s first spit shake without wiping it off 🥹

MISS

MEDDA

LARKIN

Bart’s lil hops 🥺🥺

THE CROWD CONTROL

Eyebrows

Jack Jack Jack Jack

Everyone smacking signs against the ground

“Youwannabetalkedtolikeanadultstartactinlikeone”

Racer’s smile 😭😭😭

“That’s was a lousy thing to do” Everyone else: HELL YEAH IT WAS

Elmer’s Graves’ smile

Pulitzer

S H O V E

“He’s a sellout”

JACK RAISING HIS HAND AT LES

“YOU'RE A TRAITOR JACK”

DAVEY'S DEVASTATION

“HESAIDYOUCOULDGOTHROUGHMYSTUFF?!”

Kath plz be more considerate

THE

FUCKING

PROJECTIONS

"A little different from where you were raised?" s n a t c h

"I DO NOT THINK YOU ARE ONE TO TALK ABOUT TURNIN' ON FOLKS"

"Ya ffffffffADDA"

"a ffffffist in ya mouth"

Finger wiggle

Paper wiggle

"good for you"

"The children's crusade..."

"Oh no"

"Ya just gonna take back lAta"

Gotta be honest, Something to Believe In makes me so irrationally angry. Their whole relationship feels forced and only there for the romance grab :)

I feel like they could've done a lot with Kath's character without making her fall for Jack

Like it makes sense that Jack would feel things for her. She represents this freedom he's never gotten to have. She helped get the newsies a better hand in life. Granted it isn't perfect, but it's a hell of a lot better. Not to mention all the newsies have the emotional range of a speck of dust.

Kath, on the other hand, seems very in tune with her emotions. She knows how she feels about Jack during Watch What Happens, and I personally don't think much changed between them between that and StBI.

I think it would've been far better to have Jack, this emotionally ignorant artist pining after Kath, the 'sure of herself' journalist helping make a better life for his family, despite the repercussions of going against her father, who was originally in it just to further her career but has grown to care for and love all of these kids.

Have I mentioned the projections?

I also haven't mentioned this at all, but I love the newsies that push in Jack's 'penthouse' and just sit at the bottom of the set pieces.

Bump

SHOVE

Also seeing Kath deck Jack right here (bc she doesn't know how to respond to him trying to kiss her) would be so much better than a kiss

Don't ask me why, just trust me

Their hug at the end of it though

IS IT NORMAL TO KNOW WHICH NEWSIE IS GOING UP THE STAIRS BY THEIR SILHOUETTE?

"We could hold a hoedown in here and no one would be the wiser"

"Hey!" "Hm?" "It's good to have you back again"🥰 "Shaddup."

BillDarcy

Y'ALL THEY TRADED VESTS AND THEY WANT US TO BELIEVE EITHER OF THESE BOYS ARE STRAIGHT???

Darcy's disgust

"B B Bill. So I suppose you're the son of William Randolph Hearst." "And proud to be a part of your revolution"😃

Nicholas Masson rolling his sleeves up-

Can we talk about how perfect a Javey first kiss would've been at "we ain't come this far to lose" without Kath being there

"HEEEEERRRREEE THEY COOOOMMMMEEE"

Tommy Bracco

Albert's lil nod

Smalls doing nothing but wiggling that bolt

look look

"BLEED EEEEM"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FREEDOM"

Spot doing nothing but standing and looking intimidating

WHACK

HENRY HELP SMALLS

Ty 🥰

ALL THE ANGLES THROWING PAPES

"TEN THOUSAND FISTS"

LAYERS

LAYERING VOCALS IS MY KRYPTONITE

A;SLDKFHAPSHGPAIUSFGP

BAM "THERE'S CHANGE COMIN ONCE AND FOR ALL"

THE FUCKING KEY CHANGE A;LSDGHPAOUSFGPANS I SCREAM. I CRY. I FOAM AT THE MOUTH. I LOVE THIS SHOW

Stomp

"WELL I'M SORRY-I AM-"

"Sorry"

"Such language"

"MORNIN GENTS"

hat

I didn't know you could throw money in an inherently queer-coded way but here we are

The way Jack sits in the chair and gets confy

"Oh, we're your loyal employees"

"Oooohhhh"

"WHAT'S THAT MAKE YOU"

Ben Fankhauser

The chorus starting up again and Jack just 👀

Spot taking off his hat again

wavey wavey wavey

Race 'cheers'ing with his cigar

"So what's your next move"

MISS

MEDDA

"Joseph Joseph Joseph"

Hummy hummy hummy

"Bully"

Shakes hand "My god"

"I'd do it with a SMILE"

"A soft head"

"He doesn't do happiness does he?"

HANNAH

HANNAH ILY

"I'm young. I ain't stupid"

"I GOT CONTITUENTS WITH A LEGITIMATE GRIPE"

Wiggle finger

"iT's a CoMprOMIse WE cAn All LiVE WiTH"

Spit shake

"andtheWorldwillknow"

TOMMY

FINCH

RACE BUTTONS ALBERT ROMEO I LOVE ALL OF YOU

THEIR SIGNS

HUGS FOR EVERYONE

Why does every actor who plays Roosevelt look exactly the same????

"Ya miss me?!" YES😭

Davey swallowing his laugh when Crutchie calls Roosevelt 'your highness'

"Don't sweat it, gov"

"tarantulas?"

"And we're family" YEAH YOU ARE BABY

"show me that backseat I been hearing so much about"

Albert's gimme gimme gimme motion

"G U Y S"

Race's lil hop

"I been I been BUSY"

smacksmacksmack

"CARRYIN THE BANNER MAN TO MAN"

"HERE'S THE HEADLINE"

Jeremy Jordan counting his steps

"WHOO"

"OF NEW YORK"

*incoherent shouting* "NEWSIES OF NEW YOOOORK AYOOOOO"

Tommy being slightly off

Kick

Spin

Flip

Clap clap

CHAZ WOLCOTT IS SO FKING TALENTED

shrug

BART

slide

I DON'T REMEMBER HIS NAME BUT THE GUY WHO PLAYS DARCY DOING FLIPS WITH NICK MASSON (WHO PLAYS BILL)

Specs falling when they do the lil cartwheels

All their lil hops and bows

THE DELANCEYS HANDSHAKE

AKB

Kara Lindsay being a lil early

JJ almost eating it

HYPEHYPEHYPEHYPE- Race, Mike, Ike, and Spot

JJ boogeyin

Kara and Ethan boogeyin

Kara and Jordan hugging

Nick swinging from the set

Ben and Sky doing a handshake and Ben almost knocking Sky over going for a chest bump when Sky wanted a hug

I DID IT

I FINISHED IT WITH ENOUGH ROOM

I HONESTLY THOUGHT KONY WOULD MAKE ME NEED AT LEAST ONE MORE, BUT I THINK STBI COUNTERED IT

[inkwise]

“ Thanks for the public apology, Vivi. Everyone else is still very grounded. ”

[prismadog]

I wrote a thing! Is it a great thing? probably not cause I've only had a few hours of sleep and I'm ready for a nap - but it's a thing!

a Dragon Mom Grian thing! featuring the Tegg and babysitter Rendog! (gonna write a few more babysitting fics later but this is all I got for now)

fic below the line!

also this is kinda sorta based loosely on an ask I answered ages ago about the hermits and babysitting the Tegg.

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Rendog

Grian paces back and forth where he stands in the middle of his alley. He needs resources but he can’t just leave - the Tegg can’t just be left alone with no one to watch it. 

What if a mob wanders by and breaks it? Blows it up? He won’t be here to protect it. But he can’t just take it with him. He’s going to be running around giant caves. The Tegg would be in just as much danger if he takes it with him. But he can’t leave it here. The Alley isn’t always the safest. 

But what other option is there? He desperately needs resources - it’s been a long time since he last went gathering and he’s getting low. He can’t finish the alley if he doesn’t have blocks to build with.

He didn’t have this problem before when tag was going on.

“Wait a minute…” Grian stills as a thought comes to him, “That’s it!” 

He pulls out his communicator and types in a quick message…

does anyone want to babysit the Tegg for me so that I can grind some resources?

There’s silence for only a minute, then the device beeps a few times - he’s got messages. He starts reading them and his wings droop with every “sorry, I’m busy” and “wish I could but I’m in the caves” or “I’m currently in the Nether”. Must be a busy day for Hermits everywhere.

*beep*

hey man, I could use a break so I’ll watch the pup for ya

you will?

yeah dude, been grinding myself for ages, Ren Diggity Dog needs a day off

I’ll be right over with the Tegg!

After confirming that Ren was at the RV, he stashes away his communicator, and checks the Official Swaggon Egg Sling™ to make sure it’s secured for flight. Then, and only then, does he spread his wings and fly off.

It’s a short but slow flight to Ren and Doc’s beach - can’t be too careful afterall. What if he goes too fast and the egg gets damaged? Or worse - he flies into something and breaks the egg? So slow and steady it is.

Ren is waiting for him on the beach and waves to the winged hermit as he starts descending. “What’s up, my dude?” he greets with a toothy grin.

Grian lands lightly in the soft sand. “Not much, I just really need to get building materials for the alley, but I can’t take the Tegg with me and I can’t just leave it by itself, you know?”

“Yeah man, I hear ya. Doc has me watch the little goatlings sometimes. It’s a great excuse to chill out and enjoy the beach.”

“Relaxing is good,” his fingers tap against the sling. Ren’s trustworthy, he won’t let anything happen to the Tegg, it’ll be safe in his hands. Still, he worries. “It’ll be safe here, right?”

“I’ll protect it with my life if danger dares show its face here.”

Well, that’s as good a promise as any. And he really does need to get resources. And Ren is available. What’s he even trying to convince himself of? He’s already made the decision.

Grian huffs a sigh, exacerbated with that little worrywart Mother Hen voice in his head, “All right.” He unfastens the sling with one hand while the other supports the Tegg, then passes both together to the dog hybrid. “Do you want me to help you put the sling on?”

Ren chuckles, “Nah, I got this, ain’t no different than the goatling ones Doc makes.” His hands make quick work of the straps and within a minute, the sling is secured on his torso. “See?”

Renthedog has made the advancement [The Next Generation]

“Hey, lookit that, got an advancement. Sweet.”

“Congrats,” he says, then shifts his feet. “Well, guess I should get going. Resources aren’t going to grind themselves.”

“All right, have fun, dude!”

“Yeah, yeah I’ll try.” He stares at the Tegg for a long moment, wings moving behind him, then he takes a deep breath. “I’ll try to be back in a few hours.” Before he can change his mind - because that voice is yelling at him to stay - he spreads his wings and flings himself into the sky. 

“See ya later!” Ren waves to Grian as he flies off. He looks down at the heavy dragon egg and grins, tail wagging. 

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It’s late, far later than Grian planned, when he returns to the beach, tired and inventory full of overfilling shulkers. The sun is barely over the horizon and the sky is quickly filling with stars.

He only meant to be gone for a few hours, not the whole day.

“Hey dude! Welcome back!” Ren greets as the winged hermit lands nearby. “Didja get everything you needed?”

“Hey, Grian,” Doc calls out from near the RV. He disappears inside.

“Hey guys. Yeah,” he stifles a yawn, “Yeah, I think I got everything. Sorry that it took so long.” He walks over as the dog hybrid starts unfastening the sling.

Ren waves a hand, “Ain’t no thing, dude. Can’t rush a good grind. ‘Sides, we don’t mind.”

Doc steps back out of the RV, this time with drinks in hand. “Sit with us and relax.”

The offer is a good one, he’s tired from digging ore and fighting off mobs, more tired than he’s been in a long while. He should go home and rest, but…his muscles ache and his wings are heavy. 

A short rest won’t hurt. “All right, maybe for a bit.” He drops beside Ren with about as much grace as a newborn calf. Ren passes him the Tegg and Doc gives him a cold soda. “So how was your guys’ days? Any trouble?”

“Nah, pretty chill. Spent most of it under the umbrella.”

“Did have to chase a couple chickens away from the fire,” the creeper takes a seat nearby after giving Ren a soda too. “How was the grind?”

Grian sighs. “Long and not fun. Got everything I need but got into a few fights with mobs. Also had a couple close calls with hoglins but it wasn’t too bad,” he shrugs. “Hopefully won’t need to go back out for materials for a while.”

“Yeah,” they agree.

The three of them sit around the fire, chatting like old friends, while the sky darkens to night and the moon rises. 

Grian finds himself getting sleepy. But he doesn’t want to leave, or more like, he doesn’t think he can leave. He had a very busy and mildly stressful day. He should go home and get the Tegg in it’s nest.

Maybe he could close his eyes for a moment. It couldn’t hurt to rest them for a few minutes.

Besides, Doc is telling a story about his baby goats - it would be rude to interrupt. Yeah, he’ll just close his eyes for a moment, just until Doc’s story is over. 

So he settles in, letting his eyes fall closed and listens to the creeper hybrid’s low voice. It’s surprisingly soothing.

“I can’t believe how much damage a couple of kids can do to a redstone circuit,” Doc shakes his head. “Gonna be a while longer before the Octagon is up and running.”

“It’s cool dude, but maybe keep the kids at home?” Ren chuckles. “Hey, Grian, did Boatem have this much trouble getting…uh, Grian?”

The winged hermit has his head resting on his arms on top of the dragon egg, his eyes are closed, and he’s breathing slowly. His wings are slack behind him.

“Grian?” Ren pokes him but the hermit doesn’t stir. He smiles, “Guess the babysitting gig ain’t over yet, dude.”

Doc laughs quietly then stands. “Well we can’t just let ‘im sleep there. Should get him into a proper bed.”

Ren carefully takes the Tegg from Grian, expecting to wake but all he does is slump forward into Doc’s arms. Doc picks the smaller hermit up easily as if he weighs nothing, and carries him into the RV with his partner following.

The two of them clamber into the bed and get comfy with their guests - Ren takes the space closest to the wall with the Tegg in his arms and Doc plops down next to him with Grian laying on top of him. The bed is barely big enough for the two of them, let alone three hermits and a large egg, but that just means lots of cuddling.

Grian snuggles down against his friends and rivals, and falls into a deeper sleep. One wing moves to cover Ren and his egg, and the other drapes over Doc’s side and onto the floor.

Ren and Doc smile at each other.

Nothing better than a cuddle pile.

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[bethagain]

I’m taking a break from work and looking in the tag for The Mandalorian and I keep seeing posts about how stupid Din is and, augh!

Lookit, y’all. I love ya but you are wrong. Here, have some Din Djarin is smart headcanons.

(BTW I’m not really mad about this, I’m fandom mad which = I love that y’all are having fun with it but I’m gonna go off over here in my corner anyway. Feel free to argue with me--in good fun--or ignore ❤️)

Wouldn’t you imagine the nav computer on the Razor Crest goes out from time to time? Either because it’s still running on pre-Empire tech, or 'cause firefights in space make things break from time to time. I bet you Din can calculate hyperdrive routes on the back of an envelope. He’s probably had to.

Did you notice the electronics embedded in Din’s armor? He knows how those work, understands enough to keep them working and make repairs. Tell ya what, if my ability to repair my computer was essential for my survival, I’d be pretty dead by now.

What does it cost to keep the Razor Crest running, have enough fuel and food on board, and still tithe to the covert without running short? Din knows, down to the last credit, and he knows exactly how much he needs at any given moment to keep going. He probably does that math on the fly, too, because in the post-Empire Outer Rim it’s all deals and negotiations and never quite knowing what’s going to pan out. He can’t support the foundlings if he’s bouncing checks all over the galaxy.

What kinds of skills does it take to negotiate, anyway? To get Tuskens and townspeople to decide they want to cooperate? Din might sigh about it, and he might rather be left alone thank you, but he’s got a knack for getting people to get along with each other. We have high-level politicians running around who can’t accomplish that kind of stuff.

Oh and how exactly do you track down a bounty? It’s established in canon that Din is particularly good at his job, and I bet there’s a lot more to it than what we’ve seen. I know I wouldn’t have a clue. I’d be walking around with that tracking fob at random, hoping it might start beeping or something.

I’m sure there’s more, but I gotta get back to doing what I’m s’posed to be doing (which also takes a brain cell or two). Anybody else have more to add? Jump in and help me out here!

[the1trueanon]

Aight, let's do this.

It has been.  A looong time. Since I’ve actually put anything up on here. First of all, I’d like to apologize for being gone for so long. A lot has happened, both before and during my disappearance, and thus I had to take a big long pause from trying to coordinate posts and stuff (also, not having my own phone or device or anything has had a good part in the break, and while that hasn’t been fixed yet, I’m still going to try to update here somehow. How I’ll do that, I don’t know, but I’ll do it XD).  I’d also like to let you all know that I do have some new ideas and plans!! This blog is for all my crazy stuff, as a general “oh hey, Anon the idiot is posting some random shite again, lookit guys!” blog XD But I am thinking of separating my personal works into different blogs so that you guys don’t have to scroll through all my madness to get to what your looking for. All of which will be tagged in a sort of FAQ post here, if I choose to do this. Currently, however, my main goal is to get this blog (and some of my other side blogs) up, running, and most of all, updated. I have a ton of art that I haven’t gotten to post (some of which looks awful now that I look back at it, but what can ya do lol) and I want to get this blog caught up before I start up all the new ideas and shit that I’ve got going on in my brain. It hopefully won’t take too long to get everything on track, but we’ll have to see. That being said, I do not plan to continue the Bendy and Boris in the Inky Mystery comic yet. I haven’t drawn up any updates for it and currently, I don’t plan to any time in the near future. I’m sorry, I know that really sucks, but trying to draw the full comic in traditional while dealing with schooling, personal/side art, and the (at least 3 major) different ideas I’ve got is just too much right now. I also have not been able to keep up with the original story as of late, so I have no idea what I’m missing and where I’m going. As for continuing when I can finally do it digitally, we’ll have to see. At worst, I’ll attempt to pass on the comic to someone who can keep up, possibly Bunni (@bunnis-stuff​), or I’ll stop production of the comic (I think that the crew might have been planning to make an animated version, so if the comic stops, we’ll at least have something like that to look forward to if they do it. But that’s a big might, so don’t quote me on anything.). Now, about my newer ideas (hehehe =w=).... I have a lot that I’d like to get going as soon as I can. And yes, one does involve the messages left on my tumblr and the responses from @evermore-cathrine-blog. All I can say about them at the moment is to just keep an eye out for anything new and interesting, as I’ll update everything through here as well. They’re gonna be fun, and I hope to get as many of you guys involved as want to and as possible! Now, over the course of this next week I’m going to attempt to spam post as much old art as possible (starting either Tuesday night or Wednesday, as I need to take today to go through all my old art and get pictures to put up) before this handy dandy device I’ve gotten is yoinked back by the school -_- (yep, that’s right. I love you guys so much I’m fighting against all the bs of the school’s internet system to try and get back to you guys <3). After this week, I’ll end up offline mostly, for about 2 to 2 1/2 months, ish. Just for the summer. I hope to get a device like this one back next year, and during that I’ll finally finish whatever I need to get up (if I don’t finish it in sporadic, unexpected/unplanned updates over the summer) and then finally finally finally get to start sharing my ideas!!!! I really hope you guys will like them, there’s a big one that I’m so excited about, I might try to get it’s blog up and running too before I go!! With all that said, thanks for sticking around and again, I’m so sorry for being gone so long. I hope that from here on out things go better, and we can start getting a lot of new stories of the ground!!! Until then, enjoy and revel in my formerly horrible old art skills and hopefully

my some-what better recent art skills (whenever I can get the newer stuff up)!!! Oh! And also, keep an eye out. There’s a post I’m going to make concerning a personal project of mine and a group, and I think you guys will like what you see of it ;) See ya then.

[athena-athena]

We Can’t Do That Here (Yondu x Reader)

A/N: This story came about because I dropped sour cream on my sweater during lunch one day.  A discussion ensued with @rooker-character-fics, and I decided to write this.  Although I changed it from sour cream to oil in the fic.  XD  

Tagged List:  @celticheart72 @animeaniseed @misfitgirlwrites  (As always, if you wanted to be added or removed to/from my tagged list, just let me know!  I promise you won’t hurt my feelings if you want to be removed.  😊)

Warnings:  Just some smut.  

You can also find this on AO3, along with the rest of my fics.  

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"Pass me the wrench, will ya?" You picked it up and handed it to Yondu. "Here ya go." "Thanks, Y/N." "What do you think is wrong with it?" "Dunno fer sure. Might be tha motor." "Can you fix it?" "'Course I can." He rolled out from under the M-ship to give you a wink, then rolled back to continue what he was doing.

That wink was enough to send your senses into a whirlwind. You'd joined Yondu's crew three months earlier, and spent most of that time in "on-the-job training" with the other Ravagers. It was only in the last couple of weeks that Yondu had taken more of an interest in your training. You'd admired him from afar, but spending so much time with him lately had definitely made your feelings stronger. And though there had been a couple of times when you'd thought there was a mutual sexual tension, Yondu never made a move, and you were afraid you'd just imagined it. "Lookit this, Y/N. See how that piece right there looks burned?" You leaned closer to him so you could see where he was pointing. "Yeah." "That's our problem. We're gonna hafta replace it. Here, slide on under here. I'll let ya handle it." "Oh, okay. Sure." You hoped your face wasn't red as you laid down and slid next to him under the M-ship. Your first thought was that it was awfully hot under the M-ship, but realized that probably had more to do with the proximity of the Centaurian next to you, and less to do with the temperature of the room itself. "Here ya go. Let's see what'cha can do." You took the wrench from him and studied the mess of parts above your head. "Wha’dya gotta do first?" You thought for a moment, then replied, "I need to remove the screws on this panel..." "Right! Go ‘head an' take ‘em out." You placed the wrench aside and picked up a screwdriver. Removing the eight small screws, you handed them to Yondu, then removed the panel. "What's next?" "I need to disconnect the hose so I can get the motor out." "Yep." Feeling slightly more confident, you pulled the hose loose, only to be rewarded by a stream of oil. Sputtering, you slid out from under the M-ship, Yondu right behind you. "Aw, hell. Them morons told me they'd already drained the oil." He pulled a small towel from his pocket and handed it to you. You started to wipe the oil off your face as Yondu stood up and ordered, "Go ‘head an' get that shirt off so's we can get ya cleaned up. Gotta get that oil outta yer leathers perty fast or it'll never come out." You felt your face flame and your eyes grow wide. He turned to grab a bucket to catch the oil that was still pouring out, then turned back to see you still standing there. "C'mon, get that off now." You weren't sure if he'd forgotten you were a woman and not just another member of the crew, or if he just didn't care. Of course, considering you were currently covered in oil from the ship, you probably looked like any other member of the crew. "I ain't gonna tell ya again. If that oil sets in them leathers, you'll hafta get more, an' that's gonna come outta yer wages." "Oh… okay. Could you at least… turn around?" "What? Why?" He gave you a confused look, then suddenly said, "Oh… yeah. Sorry." He turned away from you, and you pulled off your shirt, feeling utterly exposed standing there in your bra. "Okay..." He turned around and took the shirt from you as you crossed your arms over your chest. He laid it out on an empty table, then sprinkled it with talcum powder. "That'll pull tha oil out, an' then ya can clean it." You nodded. Standing in front of him, half-naked, as the memory of him ordering you to take off your shirt replayed on loop in your head, it was all you could do not to faint on the spot. He grabbed a clean washcloth from a box beside the table and gestured to your chest. "Need ta get that oil off ya." You glanced down and realized that the oil had indeed gotten inside your shirt, and was now dripping down your chest. You were afraid your bra was beyond saving. "Oh, right." You held out a hand for the washcloth, but Yondu said, "Lemme help ya." You met his eyes at those words, and you were pretty sure he'd remembered you were a woman. You were also pretty sure you weren't the only one feeling the sexual tension now. He guided you to stand next to the sink as he ran water over the washcloth. "Might be kinda cold. Takes a while fer it ta warm up, ya know." "It's okay." It was probably for the best anyway – the cold water might cool you off and bring you back to your senses. You held your breath as he began to gently remove the oil from your body, starting with the mostly-innocent area of your shoulders. As he moved his hand lower, down your arms, you let out a shaky breath. He met your eyes and smirked. "Ya okay?" "Yep." You tried for an unconcerned attitude, but you knew he saw right through it. He rinsed the washcloth, then started to slowly wipe the oil from your chest. "Reckon yer bra's ruined." "Yeah, I think you're right. And I loved this one, too!" You looked down at your poor bra in consternation. He ran a finger under the strap, as he said, "Ya probably need ta take it off." Your eyes lifted to meet his as a shiver ran through your body. "What?" "We won't ever get all tha oil off if half of ya's covered with yer bra." "Oh… is that the only reason?" "Nah." He flashed you a crooked grin, and you couldn't help returning it. "I don't think I should be the only one half-naked, though." "That right?" "Mmhmm." "A'right then." He handed you the washcloth and removed his duster and shirt. "That better?" "Much better." "Yer turn." His grin grew wider as you passed the washcloth back to him. "A deal's a deal." "Okay." You felt a little self-conscious, but the lust in his eyes was obvious as you slowly removed your bra and dropped it to the ground. "Do you normally help crew members get cleaned up?" "Nope. I mighta had an ulterior motive fer wantin' ta help ya." "Is that right?" "Yep." He stepped closer to you and ran one of his hands up your arm as the other snaked around your waist. "Yer skin's so smooth." Blushing, you replied, "Thanks..." "I wanna see if tha rest a ya's this smooth." "I'm… I'm pretty sure it is." "Need ta see fer myself." He winked at you, as he began to unbutton your pants. You put your hand on his to stop him, and he looked at you, concern in his eyes. "What's wrong?" "We can't do this in here!" "Why not?" "Anyone could walk in!" "Ain't nobody comin' in here. If they come in here, it means they gotta work, an' ain't none of ‘em gonna do any work unless they's ordered to, the lazy excuses fer Ravagers." "Are you sure?" "Positive. C'mere." He pulled you back to him, and returned his hands to the button of your pants, giving you a questioning look. You bit your lip and nodded, causing him to softly growl, as he unbuttoned your pants and slid his hand inside. "Oh, damn," you whispered. "Ya like that, huh?" "Yes..." You were already breathless, and he chuckled. "'S gonna get better." He kissed you, slowly at first, then growing more insistent. As he deepened the kiss, you found the buckle of his belt and started to remove it. He removed his hands from your skin to help you unbutton his pants, then broke the kiss to remove his boots and pants. "Hang on a second..." He pulled a clean mat off a shelf and tossed it on the floor, as you removed your own boots. You couldn't help the nervous laugh that escaped you. "Are we really going to do this… here?" "Yep." He sat down on the mat, then pulled you down next to him. "An' ya don't need these," he added, pulling your pants off. He kissed you again, as he lowered you down to lie back on the mat, then murmured, "Or these." Pulling off your panties, he tossed him over his shoulder and lowered himself on top of you. As he kissed your neck, you grabbed the waistband of his underwear, and whispered, "You don't need yours, either." He nipped your neck gently, and you whimpered, as he pulled his underwear off. __ Several minutes later – or it could have been several days, you weren't sure – Yondu finally spoke. "We need ta get yer shirt cleaned soon." "Mmhmm." He leaned up on his elbow and grinned at you. "How're ya feelin'?" "Amazing." He chuckled, and replied, "Glad ta hear it." "What about you?" "Never been better." "Good." You smiled at him, and he leaned down to kiss you. As he broke the kiss, you said, "I guess we should try to finish fixing the M-ship." "Nah, I'm gonna get some a tha crew ta do it. We got more important things ta do." "Oh? Like what?" "I'm gonna take ya ta my quarters, an' we're gonna have a lil' more fun." He flashed you his crooked grin, and you shivered in anticipation. "What about my shirt?" "Ya ain't gonna need it." "I'll need something to get to your quarters. We can't just walk there without wearing any clothes." "Well, we could." He winked, and you laughed. "Well, you can if you want, but I'd rather not." "Yeah, I'd rather ya didn't, too. Don't want nobody but me seein' ya like this." "You don't have to worry about that." "Good." He helped you stand, then said, "I'm gonna get somebody ta clean yer shirt, too. Ya can wear mine ‘til we get ta my quarters." "What are you going to wear?" "Nothin'." You laughed. "You're going to just walk completely naked all the way to your quarters?" "Well, maybe I'll wear my pants." "Probably a good idea. Your crew might think their Captain has lost it if they see you walking around without any clothes." "Or they'll just think a beautiful woman has gone ta my head." You flushed at his words. "Well, it's still probably best if you at least wear your pants in the corridors." "Yer probably right." He picked up his pants, and pulled them on, as you started collecting your scattered clothes.

You put on your pants as Yondu picked up his shirt and draped it around you. You slid your arms into the sleeves, and he helped you button it up. You both pulled on your boots, then Yondu picked up his communicator, pressed a button, and said, "Kraglin! Need ya to finish fixin' that M-ship in the maintenance bay. Get somebody ta help ya." "Aye, Cap'n." "Oh, an' I need ya to clean Y/N's shirt. ‘S'got oil all over it." "Oh… okay, Cap'n. No problem." "An' make sure nobody bothers me in my quarters tonight. Yer in charge." Kraglin's voice sounded a bit stronger as he replied, "I'll handle it, Cap'n." Yondu disconnected the call, wrapped his arms around your waist, and murmured in your ear, "Let's get outta here before Kraglin an' tha others get here. I don't know how much longer I can wait ta get ya undressed again." You moaned softly as he kissed your neck, then grabbed his hand and started pulling him along as you walked backward in the direction of the door. "I can't wait much longer, either." He grinned at you, and said, "I hope ya ain't got no plans tonight." "Oh, I do, but they all involve you." Flashing you a wicked grin, he picked you up, and said, "Then what're we waitin' fer?"   

[ask-cyberpunkspitfire]

ask-spitfire-thewonderbolt:

This is spitfire related right? Have a Cyberpunk Spitfire!

What is this strange feeling? The scientists say it is an emotion called “happiness”. Is that it? Am I happy? I, who am nothing more than a soulless scrap of flesh wrapped in steel and torment, unable to feel any empathy and doomed to lead an existence as stale and stagnant as—I dunno. I’m a pretty cliché pony when it comes down to it. Another hardened has-been overstaying her welcome, whose only love interest is nothing more than an overhyped plot point.

(((Ahh goshhh she looks so pretty! And lookit her cute little smile. Now try and say she’s got no soul, I dare ya! Know I’ve said it before, but this looks awesome. Your offering is appreciated, yes.

You can blame a certain fire-setting pegasus for (somehow) inspiring me to write that silly thing up there. Acknowledging my weakness doesn’t exactly excuse it, yeah, but it sure as hay was fun to type up.

Anyway, since I love turning these things into like part-mod posts, spring break coming up next week, so expect heaps of Cybi updates. And we’re getting to the fun stuff. Y'know, like who… R is…)))

posted 11:07 pm on Friday, April 5, 2013 with 95 notes

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[ishouldprobablybewriting]

Heavy Hitters- Chapter One

Heavy Hitters: Outlaw Country pt 1

Sara convinces an old friend to join the Waverider team- as research and tech guru only, or so she said. As the newbie struggles to adjust to the team and the team struggles to adjust to her, Sara is playing a different game all together. One the new girl might not like too much.

Fandom: Legends of Tomorrow (or Flash or Arrowverse since it’s Mick Rory, but specifically LoT)

Pairing: Mick Rory x Plus Size OFC (cause Mick totally likes thick ladies)

Word Count: 2806 

Tags/Warnings: Language, Cannon violence

A/N: Yall. This shit is legit, just the first ten mins of the episode. Anyways. Starts out with  2x6: Outlaw Country and follows it almost word for word with the new OC of course. Not much interaction between Emily and Mick in this one but more to come soon. Lemme know what you think.

Sara watched the young woman who recently joined their merry band of misfits from the desk in the library. Her arms crossed tight across her chest and the blonde took in the soft figure of the newbie as she spoke quietly with Gideon on her tablet, pulling books here and there.

“I know you’re staring,” the brunette smiled over her shoulder.

Sara chuckled softly and pushed off the desk leaving the Ray and Amaya to discuss Nate’s findings with him. Her accent never seemed to stand out but it never quite let her fit in either, especially with everyone else on their team being from the city. It always made Sara smile, though. Steady steps brought her closer to her friend and the hologram she was talking to. “Adjusting alright?”

The larger woman shrugged a shoulder and twisted her body, “As well as can be expected I s’pose.” She bit the inside of her cheek, a tick Sara knew meant she was her considering her next words carefully. Her green eyes shifted slightly behind Sara, towards the others and back quickly. A small smile on her lips, she spoke softly “I uh… I don’ think the others like me very much.”

“Nah,” she drew, “just gotta give’em time. They’ll get used to you before you know it!” Sara’s easy smile did little to ease her companion.

“You’re wrong, Sara. Sweet, bu’ wrong. They can tell, ya’ know. That I’m not like them, I’m notta fighter-”

“Yes. You are, Emily.” Her voice soft but tone leaving no room for arguing- not that never stopped the other woman before.

“Sure, I am.” Sarcasm clear in Emily’s tone, “ A fighter tha’ don’ fight. Helluva lotta good Imma do when shit goes tits up.”

Sara opened her mouth to rebut when Nate’s machine went off.

Nate rolled dramatically back in his chair, “Saved by the aberration!”

“Oooh! What's the trouble-alert say?”

“I told you not to call it that, Ray,” Sara sighed as she took a few long strides to join them.

“Where’s the problem?” Emily calls, stepping up quickly and standing by Sara.

Nate gives her a sideways glance as he grabs the tablet attached to the machine. “The time quake’s epicenter is Liberty, Colorado, 1874.”

“Huh! Back to the wild west,” Ray beamed.

“You guys were in the old west?” Nate glanced between Sara and Ray.

“Yeah, town made me sheriff.” To his credit, Ray was at least attempting to control his pride.

“That’s cool, huh.”

“Alright,” Sara stood, “Well I will go tell Jax and Stein. Who wants to go tell Rory?”

“Not it” the boys chime, making a swift exit and leaving a confused Amaya and Emily in their wake.

“What?” Emily just shrugged her shoulders at Amaya’s question and turned to seek out Rory. “Okay, guess we’ll do it,” she muttered following Emily out.

While Nate had his hat fabricated, Ray walked in and joined him in the small silver room. Ever nosy, he picked up a folded paper he spotted by Nate’s clothes. “Huh, whats this?”

Nate turned hastily as he heard the paper crinkle, “Oh that's nothing,” taking a quick step towards Ray, “Don’t open- you don’t have to open- and you opened it. Okay.” The paper unfolded to show a rather impressive sketch of a masked superhero with a star on his chest and boots on his feet. “Commander Steel!!” was scrawled beside the character, underlined twice. He placed his hands on his hips and waiting for Rays comments on his drawing.

“Did you draw your own superhero costume?”

Nate shook his head in denial, opening his mouth and shutting it again a few times before he finally got out “Absolutely not- yeah I did. And I only did because when I steel-up my clothes stretch out and they fit all weird and besides,” he still couldn't look at Ray, though, looking at the door seemed an improvement to the floor, “ Don’t I deserve a suit?” He finally chanced a glance at Ray. “I mean, am I just the research guy here or? Ya know. And isn’t that what we have Emily for now?”

“No, no. I- I know what it’s like to be the rookie. Just uh, just follow my lead and you’ll be fine out there.”

That struck a cord in Nate. Specifically, a competitive one. “Well, I know a few things about the old west.”

“Like for instance,” Ray casually cleared his throat, “Nobody says ‘Howdy’,”

“Uh huh,” Nate nodded.

“And uhh… You know how to ride a horse, right?”

“Yeah, I can figure it out.” He waved the revolver in his hand a bit, “Is this loaded?”

Ray mostly held in his scared expression, “Yes.”

“It is? Oh!” Thankfully that was enough for Nate and he put the gun down, shooting a wink at Ray.

Emily knocked softly on the door to Mick’s room, Amaya standing just behind her. “What?” He barked at the opened the door, beer in hand.

Amaya stiffened slightly, still not used to his loud mannerisms. Emily had adjusted to that her first day on the ship. “Nate’s machine found an aberration,” she told him, “Epicenter is in Liberty, Colorado, 1874.”

A large grin split the large man's face, “Hot damn! I love the wild west!” Emily nodded and Amaya give him a questioning look as they both took a step back to leave. Mick chugged the rest of his beer and let out another cheer as the girls walked towards the fabrication room to get dressed themselves.

With everyone suited up and the Waverider successfully hidden away, the seven saddled onto horses and trotted towards the town. Or at least, six of them did. Nate seemed to find horseback riding impossible. “Uh guys, I think my horse is broken!” he cried as they stopped at a clearing overlooking Liberty. Luckily, his horse followed the others regardless.

Emily rolled her eyes a bit and pulled up next to him. “Calm down, Nate. He’s reactin’ to ya nerves.” She reached out and grabbed the reins to steady him. “There. Now tuck your hips a bit and try to keep your balance. You should be fine as long as you don’t spook ‘im. Alright?”

Nate sent her a small but grateful smile.

Mick glanced back at the scene before looking towards Jax, “Where's the professor?”

“Uh, he's feeling a little off.” he covered.

“More whiskey from me.” Mick rasped.

Before he could finish his sentence, the group heard loud hollering from down the hill. “Sounds like a commotion of some kind,” Amaya pointed out.

Sara started to dismount, “Pull back, let's get a better look.” The rest of the team followed suit, Nate with a little annoyed huff, as she grabbed her rifle. The team crept towards the sounds.

Emily kept her footsteps silent. It looked like three men standing around one on a horse with his hands tied and a noose around his neck. “Ha ha!” one let out, “Lookit him up ther’ boys!”

Mick stepped up beside Sara as she pulled out a spyglass. “Ah! It's a hanging!” Emily sent him a short glance, Did he sound happy about this?

Sara watched as one of the men ripped a pale bag from the captive’s head, “Is that Hex?” She lowered the spyglass in disbelief.

Amaya looked from Sara to the man and back, “You know that man?”

“We gotta help him,” she sighed.

“But we gotta take this crew out first,” Jax spoke up.

Ray shook his head slightly, “They look armed.”

“Don’t worry guys, I got this.” Nate stepped up and ran off, Jax glared after him but couldn’t react quick enough to stop him.

Emily hissed, “Nate!” She groaned when he ignored her.

One of the crew- the ring leader, Emily figured- spoke up. “Well, well, well! You look a loooot less mean with tha’ noose around ya’ neck. Don’cha’, Hex?”

Emily couldn’t quite make out what the man- Hex- said, but his voice was deep and rough.

“Looks pretty finished to me!” the ringleader yelled, “Do,’cha’ think boys!” They all laughed loudly, until Hex’s boot caught the man hard in the jaw. Emily spotted Nate walking calmly and purposefully up from behind the horse. “You sonnova bitch!” the man hollered towards Hex.

“You might wanna slow down there,” Nate said, drawing unnecessary attention to himself.

Emily shook her head, Welp. Good thing he can “steel up”.

Taking a few more steps towards the small mob, Nate attempted a terrible “western” accent, “These here parts aren’t big enough for the-” he quickly counted- “five of us.”

Emily and Sara both groaned silently at their teammate.

“Who tha’ ‘ell are you?!” the ringleader sneered.

Hex looked over his shoulder, “What he said.”

“On second thought, I dun’ give a damn!” he screamed as he cocked and aimed his pistol squarely at Nate’s chest. Just as he fired, Nate flinched and brought up his hand, steeling just in time to block the shot. Not to be deterred so easily, the ringleader, along with the rest of his men, continued shooting at the metal man. Nate began to laugh as he continued to block each bullet.

Emily inwardly cringed as each bullet bounced with a high pitched ting and the group looked on to see how Nate handled this.

Unfortunately they couldn’t wait for long, or rather, Hex couldn’t. All the shooting had spooked the horse which ran off without thought of the man on its back. Hex let out a strangled cry as the rope tightened around his neck and he began to swing in the gunfire. Sara cocked her rifle and took aim just above the swinging man. “Hold still, Hex” she muttered as Nate caught a bullet aimed at this head between his teeth and turned back into a flesh and blood man grinning proudly. He spit out the bullet.

Emily pursed her lips at his antics and everyone waited as Sara took her shot, hitting the rope. It wasn’t enough to sever it clean through but it was enough to fray it so the weight of Hex’s squirming body would break what was left. Hex fell to the ground with a loud thump.

Ray smiled at the scene. Mick looked mildly impressed behind Sara, “Nice shot.” Emily nodded silently in agreement.

Hex scrambles to his feet and charges the ringleader knocking him to the ground and kicks him hard when he tried to regain his footing. Nate shows up beside Hex, his shitty accent still in place, “Now you get up on that horse and you ride till you feel like you can’t ride no more,” Hex, still catching his breath, turns to glare at the stranger. Nate continues, “And then,” he cocks his gun waving it enthusiastically and ignoring Hex’s incredulous gaze, “Ya’ ride some more. Now go on! Get!” Nate hollers and fires towards the man’s knees then twice more into the air hooting as the man ran away. He lets out one more holler as he turns to face Hex, “Ooh! Aaahhh- face.”

Hex looks at him openly, “What?” It was a silent dare. One that Nate was at least competent enough to recognize.

“Nothing,” Nate shakes his head pulling a tight expression to keep himself from saying something he shouldn’t, “No, nothing.”

Hex huffs and turns towards the footsteps of the approaching team. “Aw, hell.” he growls. Sara lead the way, her life-saving rifle over her shoulder. “They’re back!”

Sara nodded her head towards him. “Always a pleasure, Jonah.”

“Wish I could say the same. The hell’s wrong now?”

Sara smirked and nodded her head back towards the Waverider. “Hoping you could tell us. Let's head back and chat at the ship.”

The ride back was mostly silent, save Nate gushing as nonchalantly as he could to Ray about how cool his little stunt was. Emily, who Nate was riding with in order for Hex to have his own horse, had half a mind to take off in a canter knowing that Ray probably couldn’t keep up and that Nate would be too terrified to brag. He’d be too busy screaming. The fact that it would have been directly in her ear was the only thing keeping her from doing it.

Their boots clanked against the metal flooring as they walked through the ship. “Saved by a filly,” Hex remarked, “Ain’t that somethin’?”

“A simple ‘thank you’ would suffice.” said Sara, half a step in front of him.

“How’d ya’ know I needed savin;?” he asked.

“Because,” her steps slowed as they reached the bridge, “we got an alert that history was about to be changed and the coordinates lead us to your hanging.”

Hex followed Sara into the study as Mick and Amaya joined them, “Well I guess it’s nice to know tha’ I matta’.”

“Leaving already?” Mick gruffed as he walked up the steps with Emily a few steps behind him. “I didn’t get to shoot anybody!”

Emily let out a soft laugh and covered her smile as she took her place by the round table in the center of the room.

Hex looked at some of the new artifacts on the shelves lining the walls and made his way over to the liquor cabinet. “I need a drink.” he muttered. “Where’s Rip?”

Sara’s head whipped towards him then she stole a glance towards the other two women in the room. Amaya gave a soft nod while Emily raised her eyebrow in difference. “Hes MIA.”

“Damn,” he drew, “How the hell’d you miscreants manage not ta get yourselves killed without him?” He picked up his glass as he turned to face the rest of the room.

Amaya narrowed her eyes a bit and straightened her back, “Miss Lance has be serving as captain.”

Hex’s eyes went a little wide as he pointed towards Sara.”But- she a lady.” He looked at her, “You are a lady, right?” Emily liked his deep gravely voice a hell of a lot less when he used it to say stupid shit like that.

Sara tilted her head with her hands on her hips, “Ya’ know know I could take your life just as easily as I saved it, right?” A small smile played on her lips as she blinked up at him. It would have almost looked kind, maybe even innocent.

Emily chuckled biting her thumbnail with a small smile. Even Mick let out a small huff of a laugh from his seat in the corner.

“Oh. Flattery.” Hex raised his drink to his lips, “Looks like this breakers in for a wild ride.” He took an appreciative look at Sara.

“Too bad this filly's into other fillies, right? Ha ha ha ha.” Mick grinned despite his laugh being fake. Emily took a mental note, narrowing her eyes slightly at him, and filed it away for later.

Hex flinched in shock, “Ya’ don’t say?”

Tired of the topic of conversation, Sara rolled her eyes and took it over, “So, how’d you end up in the noose?”

“Well, was collectin’ a bounty on a pissant by tha’ name a’ Quentin Turnbull.” He set down his drink and turned his full attention to the captain.

“As in Turnbull country?” Nate asked jogging up the stairs.

“Never heard of it.”

“Thats because its not supposed to exist.” He help up the thick blue book in his hand. “This book has changed since the last time I saw it. Check this out, Gideon-”

“Right away,” the AI answered.

“Thats a map of the United States from 1876.” Gideon projected an old map onto the screen. The western most third outlined in red with “Turnbull Country” written in bold black letters across it.

“Well that’s not right,” Emily deadpanned under her breath, earning a small laugh from Mick. She looked over her shoulder at him and raised an eyebrow. He took a sip of his beer and maintained eye contact, refusing to back down even from something as small as this. She hummed softly to herself. Interesting. I’ll file that away too, then.

“Alright,” Sara leaned forward, placing her hands on the desk in front of her, “Who’s Turnbull?”

“Some two-bit, yella-bellied, cattle wrestler.”

“Who,” Nate interjected, “controls all the land west of the Rocky Mountains.”

“Looks like we found our aberration,” Amaya stepped closer to the screen.

Hex knotted his brow, “Am I supposed to have the faintest idea what that means?”

“It means that we need to stop Turnbull,” Sara explained, “from taking over the west.”

That got Mick up and out of his seat. He stepped up to the table between Nate and Amaya, “Looks like you got yourself a posse, partner.”

Hex closed his eyes and blinked slowly at his comment. Sara just smiled, finding Hex’s forced cooperation just as funny as everyone else did- save Hex, that is.

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Stars and Freckles

Would ya lookit that, it’s my birthday today! How about I give y’all a present?

(Tagging @tinkdw because I remember you wanted fluffy headcanons. Here’s mine :P)

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Dean was content. No, that wasn't right. Dean was happy. Deeply, truly happy. He couldn't even remember the last time he felt like this. Maybe not ever.

He was currently lying on his stomach, head on his forearms. He closed his eyes, smiling. For the first time, he had it all. His mother was back from the dead, his brother was alive and had found an amazing girlfriend in Eileen. There was no apocalypse looming over them.

On top of all that, Cas was here, living with them in the bunker.

The angel was lying next him, propped up on one arm and caressing Dean's back.

“Hmm,” Cas hummed, and Dean had to keep himself from laughing. He could almost hear the frown on his face.

“What?” Dean didn't look up. He was too comfortable and, to be perfectly honest, a bit afraid of what got Cas' panties in a twist this time. “Your freckles,” Cas stated, as if that would explain everything. It didn't. “What about them?” “They're all wrong.”

Now it was Dean's turn to frown. Wrong? What was that supposed to mean?

“Is that was you've been doing? Counting the freckles on my back?” “I was tracing them,” Cas corrected him. “Counting, tracing, whatever. Why?”

Cas shifted slightly, as if he was nervous about his answer. He cleared his throat. “When I rebuilt your body after I rescued your soul from Hell, I did so with great care and precision. I put every molecule, every atom in its rightful place. I remade you just like you were. Except for...” He trailed off but continued touching Dean's back, light as a feather.

“Except for... my freckles?” Dean asked incredulously. Cas swallowed. “Yes.”

Dean propped himself up onto his elbows and looked over his shoulder at Cas. His breath hitched at what he saw. There lay the angel, his angel, in all his naked glory, on his side, one leg cocked and his hooded eyes transfixed on Dean's back. The dim light in the room casting shadows in all the right places did the rest.

A spark of electricity shot to Dean's stomach, making him feel like 14-year-old seeing their crush, another spark went even further down south. He wanted to cry and laugh and endlessly kiss Cas all at the same time.

“What? Did you draw a dick on my back with them?” Dean joked to distract himself from the turmoil inside of him. “No,” Cas stated simply, “but if I had known you back then, I might have.” It was said in that stoic and monotone voice that was so very Cas. Dean chuckled and shook his head. He loved his sense of humor, it was always delivered with such sincerity that you were never quite sure whether the angel was even joking. But the slight smirk and the twinkle in his eyes didn't escape Dean.

“No,” Cas repeated slowly, softly, “two of my father's creations were always the most fascinating to me. One, of course, was humanity. The other were the constellations of stars visible from earth.”

With furrowed brows Dean tried to process what he had just heard. Then it hit him and his eyes widened in disbelief.

“Wait. You... you arranged the freckles on my back into star constellations?” “Yes,” Cas said with a soft smile, but then his frown returned, “but they're all wrong now. I don't like it.”

Dean blinked a few times and laughed. “Well, it's been almost ten years now, Cas. Freckles change over time.” “Why?” How could an ancient being, one that has been around since before the earth was even born, be this innocent and, quite frankly, adorable? “It's just how it is. They faint or vanish in the winter. Some of them come back in the summer. Sometimes you get new ones.” “That's stupid.” “It is what it is.” Suddenly Dean had an idea. “Hey, why don't you rearrange them again?”

Cas' eyes grew wide and he looked at Dean for the first time. “Really? You would allow me to do that?”

Dean grinned mischievously. “No, I don't allow it. I demand it!”, he added quickly after seeing the look of disappointment in his boyfriend's eyes.

Boyfriend. That is a word Dean would have to get used to. It's been well over 20 years after that concept last crossed his mind. Dean Winchester had a boyfriend now.

“C'mere,” he shifted so that he could put his hand onto the back of Cas' neck and pull him into a long kiss.

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Title: Overprotective Character: Joe Merriweather Movie: Solace Warnings: None Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner Blindly reaching over for my cup, I brought it to my lips only to frown at the lack of coffee in it. The smell of the hazelnut creamer was still strong, but that wouldn't get me through the night. “Damnit,” I cursed. I was working on a case that my husband and I were put on, and I truly didn't want to get up from my desk. “Here, Y/N,” Joe came into my office, placing a fresh cup on my desk. “I knew I married you for a reason,” I smiled, pouring the hot liquid into my cup. I blew on it before taking a sip. Sighing, I pointed at my cup, nodding, “Yup… Definitely married you because of this,” Joe laughed, shaking his head as he sat on my desk. “Love you too, baby,” I blew him a kiss as I picked up a piece of paper. “Find out anything new?” I rubbed my head in frustration, “No. I've gone over this rape and autopsy report at least ten times and none of this making any sense,” Joe tilted his head, taking a crime scene photo and studying it. “The patterns just aren't adding up, but I know it's him Joe. I know it.” He sighed, placing the photo back down where he got it from. An officer knocked on the door, “Sorry to interrupt Mr. and Mrs. Merriweather, but we have someone here that wants to speak with one of you.” “I'll be there in a minute, Officer Banks.” Joe turned back to me, “Listen, we'll catch him, Sweetheart. We always do,” He leaned over, taking my chin in his soft hand. Slowly, he kissed me, his tongue gently dipping into my mouth. Grunting slightly, he pulled back, grinning, “I knew I married you for a reason,” I laughed, swatting at him, “Ass,” Joe chuckled, kissing my head right before he left. I rubbed my temples, my vision blurry from staring at the photos and paperwork for so long. Making a final decision, I decided to just go back to the crime scene to scan it over once again. °°°°°° John Clancy ran into the station, demanding the front desk that he speak with his long time friend, Joe. “He's busy at the moment Sir. Have a-” “I don't give a damn if he's busy or not!” he snapped, slamming his hand on counter. “John, what's going on?” Joe's brows were furrowed as he approached him. “Where's Y/N?” “She went back to a crime scene, why?” “I saw her,” John's accent became thicker the more he remembered his vision, “She's in an abandoned apartment. Old blood splattered on the nicotine stained wall.” Joe's eyes widened, fear making them glossy. He turned, telling others to get to 4861 Stemming Road. “Keep talking!” Joe said, as John kept up with him. “Fresh blood on the floor… drag marks… she's- she's tied to a chair…” “Oh my God,” Joe whispered. °°°°°° I groaned, my head aching and a nasty crick in my neck as I tried to lift it. “Wake up, sleepy head,” A male, sing-song voice said. I felt a rush of air and a hard slap to my cheek when I didn't comply. “I said wake up, Goddamnit!” Carefully I blinked, but it burned. That when I noticed in the shitty lighting that my vision was stained red. The burning was caused by blood getting into my eyes. “Ohhh, lookit here, lookit here!” “We got us a beauty Cyrus!” Another male voice cheered. A slap resounded, “No names you fuck wit!” “Oww! No need to get violent! I mean, shit! It ain't like she's gonna live through it!” “Alvin,” the voice became darker, “I like my fish wet and squirmy. If she dies before I get my piece, I'm slittin’ your fuckin’ throat!” I wiggled my wrists, but the were tied to the arms of the chair tightly. “That's right, you just keep on wigglin’!” Cyrus, I presumed, cackled. My vision became clearer the more I blinked. “What do you want?” I gasped. Taking his knife, he ran the tip of it down my cheek, cutting it. “We just wanna have some fun now, Sweetness,” I swallowed the bile that was building up in my throat. When some commotion came from the lower floor, Cyrus sent his accomplice down to check it out. A scuffle sounded, then it became dead quiet again. Cyrus sighed and shook his head, “Fuckin’ igidt probably fell down the stairs again. Oh well,” he threw his knife up in the air with a spin and caught it, “some things ya just have to do yourself,” With that, he lifted his arm high and stabbed my thigh with the knife. I screamed, gripping the arms of the chair until my knuckles were white. I could tell by the sound that it was embedded into the wood. My scream turned into cries and gasps as I leaned forward. Cyrus went out the room, whistling. Gunshots and shouts erupted, then multiple people running up the stairs echoed in the hall. I watched as Joe scanned the room from each side of the doorway, “Clear!” “Joe,” I cried out, my breath skipping as I tried to calm myself. Tears filled his eyes as he whispered, coming over to me, “Baby,” “We need the paramedics, now!” John yelled. Joe cupped my bloody cheeks as he cried along with me, “Y/N… Sweetheart,” “Get me out of here, please!” “Shhh, shhh, Sweetheart. We are,” °°°°°° 6 months later I sat on the exam table, waiting impatiently for the doctor to come in. This would be my last visit if everything had healed well. Joe stood, leaning against the counter with his arms folded across his chest. “Gah, I hope I get to go back to work!” “Y/N…” Joe said, lowly. He was very reluctant to even let me out of his sight. He was driving me nuts if I were to be honest. “Joe, I swear if you don't give me some breathing room…” When he opened his mouth to argue, the doctor came in, ending the argument… for now. “How are we Mrs. Merriweather?” “Ready to get back to my old life,” I said. “Well, from the looks of your tests, everything seems to be back to normal,” A sigh left me, my shoulders sagging. “Thanks Doc,” He smiled, writing me a prescription for light painkillers to be taken if needed. On the way home, I could feel the tension radiating off of Joe. He'd flexed his jaw and grip the steering wheel to the point that it'd creak. “Joe,” I called out to him softly. He ignored me, slamming on his breaks once we were in the driveway. “Joe, what the hell!?” “I can't lose you, alright!?” He shouted, his chest heaving. I became silent, feeling my eyes burn with the threat of tears. Carefully, I unbuckled my seatbelt and got out of the car. “Y/N,” Joe called out to me, his voice hoarse and tearful. I unlocked the door and went inside and began pacing the kitchen. Joe slowly came inside, his eyes red. “I-,” I got choked up, my words cutting out as the tears started, “I get it, Joe; I do, but I'm suffocating here!” Shoving my fingers into my hair, I lightly pulled at my hair, “Each day that I'm not at work helping in some way, is letting those bastards that did this to me, win!” I watched as Joe's bottom lip quivered. “I want my life back! I want us back, damnit!” With that I sank to the floor, the dam that I had built all these months, breaking. “Y/N…” Joe wrapped me up in his arms, pulling me to his warm chest. “I'm sorry for being so overprotective, baby,” he cried, “I just don't know what I'd do with- without you,” We held each other in the kitchen until our tears dried. This was something that had been brewing for a while and we needed to address it before we were really able to heal. Holding his elbows, I pulled back from his chest giving him a watery laugh, “I feel better now,” He combed his fingers through my hair, chuckling, “Me too, baby… me too.” Pulling his head down to mine, I gently laid my lips over his in a slow kiss. “I knew I married you for a reason,” he said, lowly, once I pulled back. 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#3 Anti Headcanon

What if Jack and Anti are actually in cahoots during Detention?  How could that conversation have gone?

Note 1: Fiction. Just stupid “What if” headcanon again.  Nothing more.  I have no idea how well this translates at the end.  Fuck it, I’m about to find out.

Note 2: These conversations take place entirely in Jack’s head, except italics, which are actually spoken out loud.

Filming Detention 1

Jack: Yo dude, I gotta do a creepy phone voice, ya want in? Anti: Your pathetic attempt to appease me with a fucking voiceover is insulting. Jack: Time’s short, buddy. It’s the perfect part. I know yer bored. Anti: *tempted, and infuriated by the fact* Jack: I’ma start without ya… “Fang… I… am…” Anti: *twitches to the surface* “W-waiting for you.”

Post filming

Jack: Thanks fer showin’ up, ya tardy bitch. You fucked it! Anti: *folds arms* Did not… Jack: *counting on fingers* You stalled it.  You twitched it. You missed an entire fuckin’ line o’ script and made ME look dumb. That’s it… I’ma lock you back down. Anti: We have a deal. Jack: Go fuck yerself.

Two days later

Jack: *scrolling through his tumblr tag after Detention 1 goes up.*  “Shiiiit…”  *collapses back on his chair, still scrolling* You seeing this shit? They spotted you. Anti: *chuckling* Fire your editor. Jack:  Fuck you! It’s nottin’ got to do wit’ Robin. I saved progress after the phone call and I didn’t have time to replay the entire game. Anti: Fire him anyway, it’ll be funny. Film it so I can see his expression change. Jack: Dude, fuck you!  Remind me again, why I’m stuck with your salty arse? Anti: We have a deal. *chuckles at the monitor* That’s a lot of posts…” Jack: *sags* A lotta posts. With a lotta notes. Anti: They think I’m back? I have to actually twitch to be noticed? *shrugs* Proves I’m abiding by the deal.  Aww... Lookit all the mayhem...They love me. Jack: Cos yer cute. Anti: FOR THE LAST FUCKIN’ TIME- Jack: *explodes into laughter* Anti: *gets his irate twitching back under clinical control* They’ll expect me in the next video. Jack: I know… Anti: Gotta appease the minions, am I right? Jack: Stop callin’ ‘em that. Anti: *air quotes* ‘Community’.   They’ll want a show. A full-on ‘Anti’s-back-even though-he-never-left show’ Jack: You mean full-on glitchin’… I hate when you glitch. Anti: Take a nausea pill, ya baby.  We’ll mix it up a bit. Change the plot. It’ll be fun.  You remember fun, right? Pizza… cake… Halloween… You remember those... I’ve got SO many ideas! And ooh! Plot twist! They’ll LOVE you for it! Jack: I dunno, man…You gain too much control when you glitch. Anti: Deal, remember?  Now… Come ON! You wanna hear my ideas or not?  

Filming Detention 2

Jack/Anti glitch: “Forgotten?  Or just too afraid to remember?” Anti: *grins excitedly at the camera* “I like it!  I like it a lot! This is cool!” Jack: Wait… Anti?  Anti what the fuck, man, we have a deal. Anti: *shark grin* Go fuck yourself.

[novapark]

I owe you all some replies

So let’s get to it. ^.^

msmidnightblonde replied to your photoset “Hey pretty thing how’s it goin’ on with you tonight?.”  “Well I’m at...”

I like how he started singing a different tune preeeeeetty quickly. hah

LOL like the elimination made him wise up right? A couple of them seemed like that. And others seemed to get more angsty heh. 

msmidnightblonde replied to your photoset “kittykat8311: sauvamente: Who are they waving too? Ghosts? Gotta...”

pahaha some people man.

LOL right? Even the one they shared looks pretty bare of spectators. *eyeroll* 

msmidnightblonde replied to your photoset “Seriously with as dirty as you are you’d think you’d accept it a bit...”

lol hipster kissing lips. I. am. dying.

elisabettasims replied to your photoset “Seriously with as dirty as you are you’d think you’d accept it a bit...”

skank juice, LOL

They are both kind of eloquent with the way they talk aren’t they? 

msmidnightblonde replied to your photoset “So Kelsey how many guys have you been with?”  “Wow way to go...”

haha Oh Davis. I adore you. Also, yes, I see that he enjoys being shirtless. *takes notes* lol

Yeah like unless we leave the house he just kind of roams around in just his sleep clothes hahaha. 

hureuf replied to your photoset “Course in some cases it didn’t seem to improve things all that much. ”

Keep trying bb maybe she's just pmsing

hureuf replied to your photoset “Course the fact I put in a spa might have something to do with it....”

Oh my god, you are FINALLY doing something

God they are just so damn infuriating right? 

hellokawaiipotato replied to your photoset “If you want I can show you things I can swallow.”  “C’mon girl now...”

My dirty mind immediately went to the best place

It’s really the only place to go in that reply, lol. 

anchoredsims replied to your photoset “Obligatory omg I love teh tots post.  ”

Oh how cuuuuute. ^__^

God I freakin love that kid, that save is just full of adorable toddling goodness. Course he is like more than half way to a teen in my game now. D:

s3ns2 replied to your photoset “Unsurprisingly it was a den of distraction and no one talked to each...”

Kai an Kels always seem to be sat next to each other so even if he doesn't win seems he got a bestie

They do seem to like to chat a lot and giggle between the two of them but whenever she hits on him it’s like waht wah.

s3ns2 replied to your photoset “Kelsey left their game to say hi to Kai since he was off all by his...”

ahahah hes such a dick bless her

I swear it’s like he’s okay with the attention but doesn’t approve with the way she does it, lol. 

s3ns2 replied to your photoset “Wow… nice guys.  “I can’t believe we just missed a high five.”  “Hey I...”

lmfao idiots ;'D

I about died when I saw that. I had it happen before in game but it had been a long time, lol. 

s3ns2 replied to your post “Ya know I don’t terribly mind when people use my sims, even as bases...”

Thats such a shame someone did that, takes 2 seconds to tag the creator :(

The thing with her is she didn’t want to say they were not hers. I didn’t even care if she didn’t recognize it publically, I just wanted her to admit they were mine to me personally cause seriously they were faves and I shouldn’t have uploaded them. One sims name was exactly the same and the others had like only the first bit of her name cut off, like a cutesy nickname of her actual name so it wasn’t as clear of a rip off.  Like it was pretty blatant to me cause I know what they look like in various types of make up but she refused to admit she had done it. I even said “maybe you forgot downloading them’ and then she just blocked me. Then she went off publicly even though I didn’t call her out directly on here about it she started tagging all the posts with them “MY SIMS CAUSE I GUESS I HAVE TO SAY THAT NOW.” Whatever little bitch, if it helps you sleep at night. 

s3ns2 replied to your photo “Quick look at the un-berried version. ”

do you know where his hairs from? i love!!!

I got his version from GLW here but I have since retextured it myself. It is a really nice one. 

hureuf replied to your photoset “They put us all in the same fuckin’ room now!  Can you believe that...”

Stop being a little bitch Fergus *rolls eyes*

To be fair, they all are kinda bitches, lol. 

hureuf replied to your photoset “Made some changes round the lot to cultivate some more friendly...”

That fucking sauna set up is my BIGGEST regret from my "Josi's BC" because that's all they fucking did! Never. Again.

Yeah I had that issue in my last one I did last year so I tuned it down this time. It’s still a favorite place but it’s not like how it was in the other save. 

simcatcher replied to your photoset “Hey Kelsey hold on, about earlier… I wanted to apologize.”  “For...”

Okay he's my fave

Haha he’s such a dick sometimes though. Course most of my guys are kind of assholish so he fits right in I guess, lol. 

msmidnightblonde replied to your photo “I’m alright… I mean I haven’t had a lot of boyfriends…”  “I think...”

lookit this smooth talkin' fool. heheh

Bringin’ out the charisma like a boss. 

simcatcher replied to your photoset “Seems actually the elimination may have lit a bit of fire under some...”

Omg ! They actually CAN not scream at each other eveytime ahah

I know I was surprised myself. 

ciarasia replied to your photoset “So you wanna play tag or something? Usually you’re game for that by...”

only in the sims will grown adults play tag

I used to play airsoft all the time in my early 20′s, that’s kind of like tag for adults,lol. 

gaiahypothesims replied to your post “The mysterious smoke monster”

Zeff is totally going to turn out to be a Werewolf. ;)

HAHAHA and he could feesably in my game too, though I don’t typically  use the werewolf form cause the dang fool form always resets during the full moon. Like I’ll spend forever transferring over their sliders and it looks good until the next full moon and then RAAAAWRR. Idk how I would do it nowadays. My friend used a dog in her story to represent their form. I write them more as changlings, actually that’s essentially what Kataratosi (Kelsey’s family) were before Retirement day. 

crownmesims replied to your photoset “And for the other, Wyatt.. I’m sorry. I just don’t think we’ve been...”

Kai looks so pleased about this XD

Yeah he is relishing a bit much in the poor dude’s misery there, lol. 

ashuriphoenix replied to your post “The mysterious smoke monster”

Weird. You could always try to reset the object in DebugEnabler. :/ May or may not help, and may or may not kick the sims using it off, so wait until they're done. xD

I did try after I saw your comment, no dice! Thank you though, such a quirky glitch, had it forever. 

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ROUTE START:   ❛   Hey! Ya new ‘round here? I’m Jounouchi, but my friends call me Jou! This may be a bit bold but..can I please copy your notes?   ❜ ROUTE SWITCH:   ❛   Huh? You busy? That’s fine, you’d probably get a bad reputation hangin’ around me.    ❜

MENU INTERFACE, POKE A:   ❛  Heheh! ‘Ey!  ❜ MENU INTERFACE, POKE B:   ❛   Ey!   ?   ❜ MENU INTERFACE, POKE (REPEATEDLY):   ❛  'Ey! Quit it!   ❜ MENU INTERFACE, POKE MAX ♥:   ❛   I warned ya, creep! Now you’re ‘bout to get a taste of the Katsuya special! Say hello to lefty and righty!  ❜ 

COMPLETED SCENE, +♥:   ❛   Hehe! That was fun! Let’s do it again sometime.    ❜ COMPLETED SCENE, -♥:   ❛   ..so it was your treat right? Ya not expectin’ me to pay for that?  ❜

GIFT (NEUTRAL):   ❛   Thanks!  ❜ GIFT (DISLIKED):   ❛   Uh..thanks? It’s not really my thing though...  ❜ GIFT (LIKED):    ❛   Whoa! Can I really have this? Seriously?! Awesome!  ❜ GIFT: (THEIR BIRTHDAY):   ❛  You remembered my birthday? Wow--! Thank you! I love it! Lookit me--I’m tearing up now haha! ❜

BIRTHDAY:   ❛   Happy birthday pal! I got you something! Here take it, don’t be shy! I had to work several overtime shifts for it, so I hope you really love it. I’m really glad I met ya! ❜ 

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Million Dollar Secret (Yondu x Reader)

A/N: I always struggle with naming fics, and I normally turn to song titles to try to find a name for them.  I put iTunes on shuffle to find a name for this one tonight, and Million Dollar Secret by Lucius popped up after a few tries.  It is perfect.  

The lyrics:

I've got a million dollar secret Can't tell you what it is, I'm keeping it to myself, I won't give it away

I've got a million dollar secret Hope I have the courage to keep it in Won't give in and just give it away

If you really wanna know, baby, come a little closer and I'll whisper in your ear Maybe I'll have forgotten what I was gonna say but Come a little closer, let me whisper in your ear anyway

You can ask over and over But I'm not ready to tell ‘Cause I have all your attention This feeling is suspended in air And I can keep it as long as I may need it Have all your attention as long as it's a mystery

I've got this million dollar secret I think it's best for now that I hold strong But maybe I'll share it at the end of this song

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Warnings:  None.  Teensy bit of angst, but mostly fluff.  

Sitting in the mess hall after dinner, you listened to Yondu talking, while you absentmindedly swirled your glass of water around.  

“When me an’ tha boys were at tha bar last night, there was an asshole in there that jus’ would not shut ‘is stupid mouth.  Kept botherin’ tha waitress, an’ it was obvious she weren’t interested in ‘im. An’ I told ‘im ta leave her alone, an’ he got all smart an’ wanted ta start a fight. So I said to ‘im, if ya know what’s good fer ya, ya won’t take another step. An’ then he did, so I sent my arrow through ‘im.  He ain’t gonna be botherin’ nobody again… Are ya even listenin’ ta me?”

“What?”

“I said, are ya listenin’ ta me?”

“Of course, I am.”

"No, ya ain’t.  Ya ain't payin' a bit of attention ta what I'm tellin' ya."

"That's not true."

"Then what was I sayin'?"

"Um... y’all went to a bar last night.”

"That's all ya got outta all that?"

You crinkled your nose.  "Sorry."

"I don't understand why yer actin' like this. It ain't like ya ta ignore me. 'S'almost like yer in love or somethin'."

"What?"

His eyes widened in realization. "That's it, ain't it? Yer in love."

"Don't be ridiculous, Yondu!  Of course I'm not.  I'm just distracted, that's all."

"Now ya know ya can't lie ta me.  I can see right through ya, so ya might as well come clean."

"I'm not lying."

"Yer fiddlin' with yer hair. That's a sure sign ya ain't bein' completely honest. I know all yer tells."

"You do not!"

He grinned. "Yeah, I do. So who's tha lucky man?"

"I am not in love, so you can stop asking about it."

His grin widened, and he said, "Now yer playing with tha zipper on yer jacket.  ‘Nother giveaway that ya ain't bein' honest with me."

You dropped your zipper and placed your hands on the table in front of you to keep you from doing anything else to give you away.  

Yondu laughed.  “Lookit me.”

“No.”  You were determined to look anywhere other than him, and focused your attention on the control panel on the wall.

“Ya can’t, ‘cause ya know I’ll see right through yer lies if ya do.”

“That’s not true, I just don’t want to give you the satisfaction of doing what you say.”

He laughed again.  “C’mon, now.”  He cupped your chin in his hand and turned your head gently so you had no choice but to look at him.

“I ain’t gonna let this go, ya know.”

“Oh, believe me, I know.”

“Then ya might as well give up, an’ go on an’ admit it.”

You moved your chin out of his grasp.  “Why do you even care?”

“Well, first of all, I thought we’s friends, an’ second, I gotta right ta know what’s goin’ on with my crew members when they keep actin’ all distracted.  Tha last thing I need is fer ya ta be out on a mission an’ get distracted.”

“I’m not going to get distracted while I’m on a mission.  I know better than that.”

“But it’s okay ta ignore yer Cap’n, is it?”

“I thought we were just talking as friends, not as crew and Captain?”  You smirked.

“Think yer so clever.  What if I ordered ya ta tell me, as yer Cap’n?”

“You can’t order me to tell you something about my personal life.”

“Guess yer jus’ ashamed of whoever this fella is.”

You gave him a look.  “If I was in love, I wouldn’t be ashamed.  But I’m not in love.”

“Yer messin’ with yer hair again.”

“Oh, come on!”  You slammed your hands down on the table again.  

He chuckled.  

“I know ya almost as well as ya know yerself, an’ I know yer lyin’, an I ain’t givin’ up ‘til I know who yer in love with.  Could save us a lotta time if ya’d jus’ come clean now.  I ain’t gonna give ya a hard time.”

“You already are.”

“I mean I ain’t gonna give ya a hard time ‘bout whoever yer in love with.”

“If you knew me as well as you think you do, you’d already have your answer.”

“Oh, is that right?”

“Yes.”

“So yer admittin’ yer in love?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Huh.  Well, it don’t matter if ya say it or not.  We both already know ya are.”

He leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms, and studied your face.

“Will you stop that?”

“I’m jus’ thinkin’.”

“Well, you don’t have to stare at me to think.”

“Ya been on this ship fer three years now, an’ this is tha first I’m noticin’ ya actin’ like this, so it can’t be nobody from Terra.”

“Will you please stop?”

“An’ ya don’t really spend much time by yerself off tha ship.”

“Stop trying to figure this out.”

“An’ ya ain’t never flirted with nobody at a bar or nothin’.”

“Yondu...”

“So it’s gotta be somebody on tha ship.  One a tha crew...”

“Just drop it, please.”

“Can’t believe ya’d be in love with one a tha crew.”

You rolled your eyes.  “I can’t believe you’re so interested in this.”

“Oh, I’m interested.  Wanna know who ‘xactly ya find attractive.”

“I honestly don’t know why you care, unless it’s just something to hold over my head.”

“Havin’ somethin’ on ya does sound nice.  Might get ya ta follow my orders fer once.”

“Shut up.”

He placed his elbows on the table, and leaned closer to you, still studying your face.

“That’s really getting annoying, you know.”

“Might as well get used ta it, ‘cause I ain’t stoppin’ ‘til I figure it out.”

Standing up, you said, “Well, I’m going to bed.  Good luck figuring it out.”

“Ya goin’ ta bed by yerself, or is yer mystery man gonna join ya?”

“Do not even think about spying outside my quarters, Yondu Udonta.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.  I’s jus’ askin’.”

“You are the worst.”

“’Night, darlin’.”

“Good night, Yondu.”

__

Later, as you were lying in bed, you thought back over the conversation you’d had with Yondu.  You could not believe he’d actually figured out what was going on with you.  He usually acted as though he was oblivious to things like that, but you knew he saw more than most people realized.  It was why you  should have known better than to let your guard down.  

You were paying attention to him, but you’d gotten distracted by his eyes and mouth as he talked, and you’d lost focus on what he was actually saying. And he was telling the truth – he would not let it go until he figured it out.  

You sighed, and rolled over.  You weren’t sure if he’d ever actually guess that he was the one you were in love with, but he’d eventually run out of Ravagers to consider.  The thought of Yondu trying to play matchmaker between you and one of the crew made you laugh to yourself.  Closing your eyes, you decided you’d worry about it later.

__

“So I’s thinkin’ ‘bout it after ya went ta bed last night, an’ I think I know who it is.”

“Good morning to you, too, Yondu.”  

“Yeah, yeah, mornin’.  Ain’t ya interested in who I think yer in love with?”

“Oh, yes, very interested.”  You picked up a plate, and started looking at your choices for breakfast.

“It’s Kraglin, ain’t it?”  

You looked at him, and realized he actually thought it was Kraglin.  He looked so proud of himself that you almost hated to tell him.  “No, it’s not Kraglin.”

“Ya sure?”

“Yeah, pretty sure.”  You picked up a muffin, placed it on your plate, and walked over to the tray covered in different pastries.  You were so thankful Cook had learned a few Terran recipes for you.  You’d spent the first few months of your time aboard the Eclector trying to find something you could manage to eat.  

“Not Kraglin, huh?”  He was standing with his hands on his hips, surveying the Ravagers already gathered in the mess hall for breakfast.

“Are you going to eat?”

“Wha’?  Oh, yeah.”  He picked up a plate and started piling things onto it without paying attention.  He was too focused on looking at his crew to even see what he was putting on his plate.

“Hungry this morning, are we?”

“Wha’?”

You raised a brow and looked at his plate.

He glanced at it, then looked back at you.  “Yeah, reckon I am.”

You laughed, selected your pastry, then set your plate down so you could pour yourself a cup of coffee.

“You do realize you’re ridiculous, right?”

“Whad’dya mean?”

“Trying to figure out who I’m in love with by examining your crew members in the mess hall?”

“I wouldn’t hafta worry ‘bout it if ya’d jus’ tell me.”

“Nope.”  You picked up your plate and headed to an empty table.

He joined you a couple of minutes later.  “Smart.”

“What’s smart?”

“You not sittin’ with nobody.  Might give me a clue.”

You shook your head and took a bite of your muffin.  Swallowing, you replied, “So ridiculous.”

“Gonna be headin’ out on a mission later this week.  Got any preference who I group ya with?”

“Nope.”

“A’right.  How ‘bout I put ya with Oblo?”

“That’s fine.”

“An’… Narblik.”

“Also fine.”

“What about…”  He glanced around the room again.  “Gef?”

“Whatever you want to do, Captain.”

“Ya ain’t gonna gimme no clues, are ya?”

“Nope.”  You grinned, then took another bite of your muffin.

“Ain’t a problem.  Yer gonna slip up one a these days, an’ I’m gonna figure out yer secret.”

You smiled sweetly at him.  “I’m sure you will.”

He sighed, and finally turned his attention to his plate.  He looked surprised at the amount of food he’d piled onto it.  “I ain’t gonna be able ta eat all this.”

Laughing, you replied, “I didn’t think so.”  

You finished the last of your coffee, then stood, and said, “Well, I’ve gotta get to work.  See you later, Sherlock.”

“What’s that supposed ta mean?”

You laughed.  “Nothing.  Enjoy your feast.”

__

You were on your way to your quarters later than evening, looking forward to a hot shower and a nice, relaxing evening with a book, when your wrist communicator beeped.  It was Yondu.  

“Hey, Yondu, what’s up?”

“Where are ya?”

“Heading to my room.  Why?”

“Meet me in tha common room.”

“Why?”

“Jus’ do it.”

“I was planning on taking a shower and then catching up on some reading..”

“Ya can still do that.  Jus’ wanna talk ta ya fer a while.”

“Is this another ploy to try to get me to tell you who I’m in love with?”

“’Course not!  Jus’ wanna see ya.”

“I saw you not that long ago.  What could you possibly have to say that you can’t say right now?”

“Ya sure yer gonna be alone, or -?”

“Don’t go there again, Yondu.  I swear, you’re not going to find me sneaking one of the crew members into my quarters.”

“So does he know yer in love with him?”

“No, he obviously does not.”

“How’re ya so sure?”

Because he’s spending his entire day trying to figure out who I’m in love with, instead of realizing it’s him.

“Because I haven’t told him.”

“I think he’d notice that ya had feelin’s fer him.”

“No, I really don’t think he would.”

“Ain’t too bright, huh?”

You laughed, hard.  “Oh, I wouldn’t say that.”

“Why’re ya laughin’?”

“No reason.”

“C’mon, meet me in tha common room.”

“Fine, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“Good.  See ya in a few.”

He disconnected before you could respond, and you sighed.  So much for a nice, relaxing evening with your book.

__

You walked into the common room to see Yondu deep in thought.  “Hey, Yondu.”

He jerked his head in your direction at the sound of your voice. “Oh, hey, Y/N.”

Sitting next to him on the couch, you asked, “You still trying to figure out who I’m in love with?”

“Somethin’ like that.”

“So what did you want to tell me?”

“Wha’?”

“You made me walk all the way over here from my quarters because you wanted to talk to me, and you couldn’t say it over the communicator.”

“I jus’ wanted ta see ya.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Nah, I did.”

“You know I’m not going to accidentally slip up and tell you who I love, right?”

“Yeah, I know.  I ain’t gonna bug ya ‘bout it tonight.��

“Are you sick?”  You looked at him in concern, and placed the back of your hand against his forehead.

“Very funny.  Nah, I ain’t sick.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

“Nothin’.”

“Something is wrong,  This is not normal Yondu Udonta behavior.”

He finally looked at you.  “I don’t like it.”

Your brows constricted in confusion.  “Don’t like what?”

“Tha thought of ya in love with somebody on tha ship.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Ain’t none of ‘em can treat ya right.”

“Are you serious?”

“Dead serious.”

“Yondu… what brought this on?  You were all into figuring it out earlier today, and now you don’t want me in love with anybody?”

“Jus’ been’ doin’ some thinkin’, that’s all.”

“About what?”

“Nothin’.”

“Okay, you’re the one who wanted me to come down here and talk to you, so you’re going to talk.  What happened?”

“I said it’s nothin’.  I jus’ don’t wanna see ya with any a tha clowns on this ship.”

He crossed his arms and leaned back on the couch, a scowl on his face.

“I don’t see why you care who it is...”

He looked at you then, and said, “I care ‘cause I can’t stand tha thought a seein’ ya with another man!”  

“What?”

“I don’t wanna hafta see ya hangin’ all over somebody, while I hafta jus’ sit back an’ act like I don’t care.”

“I don’t understand...”

“Jus’ ferget I said anythin’ ‘bout it.”  He stood up, and continued, “Sorry fer makin’ ya walk down here.  I’m goin’ ta bed.”

You grabbed his hand before he walked away.  “Oh, no, you’re not. You’re not leaving this room until we talk about this.”  You pulled him down beside you, and he sat with a huff.

“Look at me.”

He turned his ruby eyes on you, and you could see the pain in them. “What’s wrong, Yondu?”

He closed his eyes, and turned away from you again.  “It don’t matter.”

“Yeah, it does.  What happened today?”

He sighed, and sat in silence for a moment, before he said, “I been doin’ a lot a thinkin’ today...”

“Yeah, I know.  Trying to figure out who I’m in love with.”

“Yeah, that.  An’ the more I thought about it, the angrier I got.”

“Angry?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

He stood up, suddenly, and strode to the other side of the room, keeping his back to you.  “Dammit, ‘cause I’m in love with ya myself!  An’ I’d jus’ as soon kill any man that laid a hand on ya as ta look at ‘im.  An’ I wouldn’t be able ta do that, ‘cause then I’d be causin’ ya pain, and’ that’s tha last thing I wanna do.”

“Yondu...”

“No, lemme finish.  I know I’m tha one that was botherin’ ya by tryin’ ta get ya ta tell me, an’ I’s sorry ‘bout that, but I don’t wanna know.  Jus’ don’t tell me, an’ if I ever see ya with someone, I’ll jus’ pretend I didn’t see nothin’, an’ we can jus’ go on bein’ friends.”

“Yondu, please...”

“Unless ya don’t wanna be friends no more.  Then I guess I can jus’ be yer Cap’n.”

“I don’t want that, Yondu.”  You stood and walked to stand behind him, placing a hand on his back.  “I need to tell you something.”

You felt his back stiffen at your words, and he said, “I don’t wanna know who yer in love with now, a’right?”

“I think you need to know.”

He turned around to face you, and the sadness on his face almost made you cry.  “No, I don’t need ta know.  It’s tha last thing I wanna know.”

“You idiot.”

“Wha’?”

“You are such an idiot.  How can you realize I’m in love, and not realize you’re the one I’m in love with?  You’ve spent the last twenty-four hours trying to figure it out, and you never realized it was you?”

“If it was me, why didn’t ya jus’ say so?”

“Because I didn’t think you felt the same way.”

“I didn’t realize jus’ how much I loved ya ‘til I thought about ya with another man.”  He placed his hand on your hip.  “Ya sure ya ain’t jus’ sayin’ this ta make me feel better?”

“You really are an idiot, Yondu Udonta.”  You leaned up onto your tiptoes and kissed him.

His other arm snaked around your waist and pulled you closer to him, as you wrapped your arms around his neck.  

When you broke the kiss several minutes later, he grinned at you, and said, “I might be an idiot, but I’m yer idiot.”  

“Yes, you are.”  You returned his grin, then kissed him again.