#Making my own Nolan content!

[mostlysignssomeportents]

The GOP is not the party of workers

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/12/13/occupy-the-democrats/#manchin-synematic-universe

The GOP says it's the "party of the working class" and indeed, they have promoted numerous policies that attack select groups within the American ruling class. But just because the party of unlimited power for billionaires is attacking a few of their own, it doesn't make them friends to the working people.

The best way to understand the GOP's relationship to worker is through "boss politics" – that's where one group of elites consolidates its power by crushing rival elites. All elites are bad for working people, so any attack on any elite is, in some narrow sense, "pro-worker." What's more, all elites cheat the system, so any attack on any elite is, again, "pro-fairness."

In other words, if you want to prosecute a company for hurting workers, customers, neighbors and the environment, you have a target-rich environment. But just because you crush a corrupt enterprise that's hurting workers, it doesn't mean you did it for the workers, and – most importantly – it doesn't mean that you will take workers' side next time.

Autocrats do this all the time. Xi Jinping engaged in a massive purge of corrupt officials, who were indeed corrupt – but he only targeted the corrupt officials that made up his rivals' power-base. His own corrupt officials were unscathed:

https://web.archive.org/web/20181222163946/https://peterlorentzen.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/11/Lorentzen-Lu-Crackdown-Nov-2018-Posted-Version.pdf

Putin did this, too. Russia's oligarchs are, to a one, monsters. When Putin defenestrates a rival – confiscates their fortune and sends them to prison – he acts against a genuinely corrupt criminal and brings some small measure of justice to that criminal's victims. But he only does this to the criminals who don't support him:

https://www.npr.org/sections/money/2022/03/29/1088886554/how-putin-conquered-russias-oligarchy

The Trump camp – notably JD Vance and Josh Hawley – have vowed to keep up the work of the FTC under Lina Khan, the generationally brilliant FTC Chair who accomplished more in four years than her predecessors have in 40. Trump just announced that he would replace Khan with Andrew Ferguson, who sounds like an LLM's bad approximation of Khan, promising to deal with "woke Big Tech" but also to end the FTC's "war on mergers." Ferguson may well plow ahead with the giant, important tech antitrust cases that Khan brought, but he'll do so because this is good grievance politics for Trump's base, and not because Trump or Ferguson are committed to protecting the American people from corporate predation itself:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/11/12/the-enemy-of-your-enemy/#is-your-enemy

Writing in his newsletter today, Hamilton Nolan describes all the ways that the GOP plans to destroy workers' lives while claiming to be a workers' party, and also all the ways the Dems failed to protect workers and so allowed the GOP to outlandishly claim to be for workers:

https://www.hamiltonnolan.com/p/you-cant-rebrand-a-class-war

For example, if Ferguson limits his merger enforcement to "woke Big Tech" companies while ending the "war on mergers," he won't stop the next Albertson's/Kroger merger, a giant supermarket consolidation that just collapsed because Khan's FTC fought it. The Albertson's/Kroger merger had two goals: raising food prices and slashing workers' wages, primarily by eliminating union jobs. Fighting "woke Big Tech" while waving through mergers between giant companies seeking to price-gouge and screw workers does not make you the party of the little guy, even if smashing Big Tech is the right thing to do.

Trump's hatred of Big Tech is highly selective. He's not proposing to do anything about Elon Musk, of course, except to make Musk even richer. Musk's net worth has hit $447b because the market is buying stock in his companies, which stand to make billions from cozy, no-bid federal contracts. Musk is a billionaire welfare queen who hates workers and unions and has a long rap-sheet of cheating, maiming and tormenting his workforce. A pro-worker Trump administration could add labor conditions to every federal contract, disqualifying businesses that cheat workers and union-bust from getting government contracts.

Instead, Trump is getting set to blow up the NLRB, an agency that Reagan put into a coma 40 years ago, until the Sanders/Warren wing of the party forced Biden to install some genuinely excellent people, like general counsel Jennifer Abruzzo, who – like Khan – did more for workers in four years than her predecessors did in 40. Abruzzo and her colleagues could have remained in office for years to come, if Democratic Senators had been able to confirm board member Lauren McFerran (or if two of those "pro-labor" Republican Senators had voted for her). Instead, Joe Manchin and Kirsten Synema rushed to the Senate chamber at the last minute in order to vote McFerran down and give Trump total control over the NLRB:

https://www.axios.com/2024/12/11/schumer-nlrb-vote-manchin-sinema

This latest installment in the Manchin Synematic Universe is a reminder that the GOP's ability to rebrand as the party of workers is largely the fault of Democrats, whose corporate wing has been at war with workers since the Clinton years (NAFTA, welfare reform, etc). Today, that same corporate wing claims that the reason Dems were wiped out in the 2024 election is that they were too left, insisting that the path to victory in the midterms and 2028 is to fuck workers even worse and suck up to big business even more.

We have to take the party back from billionaires. No Dem presidential candidate should ever again have "proxies" who campaign to fire anti-corporate watchdogs like Lina Khan. The path to a successful Democratic Party runs through worker power, and the only reliable path to worker power runs through unions.

Nolan's written frequently about how bad many union leaders are today. It's not just that union leaders are sitting on historically unprecedented piles of cash while doing less organizing than ever, at a moment when unions are more popular than they've been in a century with workers clamoring to join unions, even as union membership declines. It's also that union leaders have actually endorsed Trump – even as the rank and file get ready to strike:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Yz_Z08KwKgFt3QvnV8nEETSgTXM5eZw5ujT4BmQXEWk/edit?link_id=0&can_id=9481ac35a2682a1d6047230e43d76be8&source=email-invitation-to-cover-amazon-labor-union-contract-fight-rally-cookout-on-monday-october-14-2024-2&email_referrer=email_2559107&email_subject=invitation-to-cover-jfk8-workers-authorize-amazon-labor-union-ibt-local-1-to-call-ulp-strike&tab=t.0

The GOP is going to do everything it can to help a tiny number of billionaires defeat hundreds of millions of workers in the class war. A future Democratic Party victory will come from taking a side in that class war – the workers' side. As Nolan writes:

If billionaires are destroying our country in order to serve their own self-interest, the reasonable thing to do is not to try to quibble over a 15% or a 21% corporate tax rate. The reasonable thing to do is to eradicate the existence of billionaires. If everyone knows our health care system is a broken monstrosity, the reasonable thing to do is not to tinker around the edges. The reasonable thing to do is to advocate Medicare for All. If there is a class war—and there is—and one party is being run completely by the upper class, the reasonable thing is for the other party to operate in the interests of the other, much larger, much needier class. That is quite rational and ethical and obvious in addition to being politically wise.

Nolan's remedy for the Democratic Party is simple and straightforward, if not easy:

The answer is spend every last dollar we have to organize and organize and strike and strike. Women are workers. Immigrants are workers. The poor are workers. A party that is banning abortion and violently deporting immigrants and economically assaulting the poor is not a friend to the labor movement, ever. (An opposition party that cannot rouse itself to participate on the correct side of the ongoing class war is not our friend, either—the difference is that the fascists will always try to actively destroy unions, while the Democrats will just not do enough to help us, a distinction that is important to understand.)

Cosigned.

[hayleythesugarbowl]

Hey girl hey, I definitely haven’t been stalking your masterlist (I have 👀) but I saw that you updated and said you’d write for the rookie!!!! Anyways I’m like in love with John Nolan which I know is so unpopular (sorry Tim) and I was wondering if you’d write a short little fic about the reader dating John and her being into the whole cop thing and so he agrees to roleplay and adorableness ensues

Daddy Cop || John Nolan x reader

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summary: you go to visit john at work and see him in uniform for the first time

word count: 1.2k

warnings: mild language, reader has a thing for cops?

a/n: omg girlie you crack me up, stalk me anytime you want (except, you know, not in real life—for your own sake, i mean my internet search history is better left un-stalked)!! anyways i’m happy to give u the nolan content u deserve 🤭 i don’t write smut but i hope you enjoy this nonetheless!!

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     “Hi, I’m here to see Officer Nolan.”

     You smiled at the man sitting at the front desk of the Los Angeles Police Department. He looked up from his computer and gave you a smile of his own—or, it would have been a smile if he was sitting upside down. 

     “I’ll send him right out,” he said with mock-enthusiasm, sighing and picking up a phone before speaking into it. “We have a visitor here for Officer Nolan.”

     “Tell him it’s his girlfriend,” you blurted out, clutching the backpack in your hands tighter.

     The man just rolled his eyes at you. “That guy actually has a girlfriend? Color me shocked.”

     You opened your mouth to defend Nolan, but the man just held out a hand and gestured to a seat across from the desk.

     You sighed. “Thank you Officer—”

     You looked at his name plate. 

     “—Smitty.”

     “You’re welcome, sweetheart,” he said sarcastically. 

     Ok, you thought, so not everyone enjoys their job here. You sat down and put John’s backpack on your lap as you waited for him to come down.

     He didn’t exactly know you were here. You and John had begun dating a few months ago and you’d yet to visit his place of work—there hadn’t been a reason to. 

     Until now. John had spent the previous night at your place, and in his rush to get to his shift on time that morning, he’d left his backpack at your apartment. 

     Which was what brought you to the L.A.P.D—well, that, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t just a little curious about what John did when he wasn’t with you.

     “(Y/n)?”

     Upon hearing your name, you spun around, finding your boyfriend standing in the doorway.

     “What are you doing here? Is everything ok?” He asked.

    You walked over to where John stood, bridging the gap between you. “I’m fine, just here to make a delivery.”

    You took in Nolan’s attire. You’d always had a thing for cops—but seeing John in his uniform was an entirely new experience. You were momentarily speechless as you noted how the material hugged his frame. 

     “What?” Nolan asked, amused.

     “Nothing,” you blushed at getting caught staring. “I—here.”

     You held out Nolan’s backpack. 

     “You just saved me from a very embarrassing—and very pant-less—walk out of here,” He said, taking it from you. “Thanks, (Y/n).”

     “Anytime,” you said, standing on your toes to kiss him. He kissed you back, wrapping his arm around your waist. “Besides, now I get to see where you work.”

     John pulled back, looking down at you. “Speaking of work, I should get back to it.”

     “But I just got here,” you pouted. 

     “I know, and I love you, but my TO is going to be furious if I don’t get back to the shop in—”

     He checked his watch.

     “—7 minutes.”

     “So you have 7 minutes?” You said playfully.

     “Well, yes, I suppose I do,” John smiled. “What did you have in mind?”

     You dragged your finger along his forearm. 

     “Aren’t you gonna show me around?” You asked him innocently.

     “I—I’m not really sure if that’s proper procedure,” John said, running a hand down your arm. “You’d have to fill out a visitor’s form and—”

     “That’s a shame,” you whispered, your finger tracing patterns on his chest. “I was just thinking how sexy you looked in your uniform.”

     John blanched.

     “On second thought, I’m sure the watch commander wouldn’t mind if you just peeked in.”

     John grabbed your hand and pulled you through the doorway and across a hall, stopping in an empty room marked ‘Interrogation’. 

     “No one’s using this room?” You asked him, looking around. 

     “We are,” Nolan smiled. “Unless you actually want a tour of the station?” 

     “Maybe some other day,” you said, pushing Nolan up against a wall.

     “Well then,” Nolan said with a smirk, looking down at you. “I’m all yours.”

     He kissed you, his hand coming up to caress your cheek. You wrapped your arms around him. 

     “So, you’re into the cop thing, huh?” Nolan asked between kisses. 

     “Guess so,” you breathed. 

     “Well, you just made all of the long days at the academy worth it,” John teased. 

      “I’m glad,” you said. “And what was the academy like? You never talk about your job.”

     “It was tough but rewarding,” John said honestly, kissing your cheek. “You wouldn’t believe some of the stuff I’ve seen out there. Think of the academy as practice for all of it.”

      “You want some more practice?” You asked, biting your lip. “For when you’re back on the streets, busting perps.”

     “Yeah we don’t actually say—you know what, never mind. We’ll talk about the amount of cop shows you watch later.”

     “Are you going to arrest me or not,” you pouted. “I’m getting away. You don’t want to let me escape, do you?”     

   “Of course not. In that case,” he said, deepening his voice. “I’m going to have to take you in.”

     “What am I under arrest for?” You batted your lashes at him. “Tax fraud? Failure to appear in court? Violation of penal code 504? 

     “A 504 is actually the crime of tampering with a vehicle so that doesn’t really apply—”

     You raised an eyebrow at him.

     “Right, shutting up,” Nolan said, “How am I doing? I ruined it, didn’t I?” 

    You giggled. It was adorable how serious he was taking this. “Not at all.”

     “Let me try again,” Join said, pulling out his handcuffs and spinning them around one finger. “I meant, you’re under arrest for stealing my heart and looking so damn good in those pants. Better?” 

     You smacked him in the arm. “Much.”

     He leaned in to kiss you again but you were interrupted by a voice that filled the room. 

     “I hope you turned your body cam off when we got back to the station.” 

     You and John broke apart. You heard the handcuffs clang as they hit the floor. You followed Nolan’s gaze up to a speaker on the wall. 

    “Bishop,” he mouthed, then pointed. “One way mirror.”

     You bit your lip to stop the smile threatening to take over your face. You knew you should feel chastised, but you could only be amused and thrilled at the situation. 

    “I—yes,” Nolan called out. “I—I’ll be right out.”

    “Please, take your time!” The voice—Bishop—said. 

     John’s brow furrowed. “Really?” 

     “No!” Bishop yelled. “You better get your ass out here before I give you a blue page.”

     “Yes ma’am!” Nolan shouted back, before leaning closer to you and whispering, “That’s serious, I really should go. But we had our fun.”

     You smiled, mischief in your eyes. “Not enough fun.”

     “I’m almost afraid to ask what that means,” John said, pulling you closer.

     “Nothing, just—maybe you could, um, bring that uniform home sometime,” you replied. 

     “I’ll see what I can do,” John winked, leaning in to kiss you one last time. “See you tonight.”

     “I’m looking forward to it,” you said. You let go of his hand and his other hand was just on the handle of the door when the speaker crackled to life with Bishop’s voice. 

     “Nolan.”

     John turned back around. 

     “Yes ma’am?”

     “Bring the handcuffs with you. You may need them for an actual crime.”

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope you enjoyed darlings!! now that i’ve officially waded into a new fandom, maybe expect more the rookie fics in the future? is this the official promo for my tim fic coming out soon? 🫢🎀

[gothsoyl]

As a Maddie fan times have been tough since act 3 came out. (I still stand with my wife and all her wrongs)

Sooo could I maybe request a lil Maddie x reader one shot pretty please? Something smutty if you’re comfortable with that and if not some fluff is cool too. Honestly take all freedom, I am just a lesbian desperate for some Maddie content 😔

┊┊┊⁺ ⁺ DECEMBER CHALLENGE

"Your lovely Officer" +18 maddie nolan x reader word count: 1k summary: your girlfriend comes home so tired that you couldn't help, but want to make her feel better note: sorry it took some time!!!

“I missed you,” you smile widely and approach Maddie when she finally comes home from a long shift. You immediately wrap your arms around her neck and kiss her on the cheek. 

She smiles a little shyly, and her eyes are slightly red from fatigue, but she doesn’t miss the chance to hug you back, her hands hold your waist tightly. 

“I missed you too,” she nuzzles your neck and you giggle softly when her cold nose touches your skin.

It's been a few months since you moved in together, but you were still looking forward to Maddie coming home and mothering her with the same zeal after a long day at work, knowing how tired she was.

“Is everything okay?” you tilt your head a little when you notice her tired appearance, but she just nods quickly, trying to assure you that everything is fine.

“A hard day,” she simply answers and holds you closer to her, kissing you abruptly on the lips. You raise your eyebrows in surprise, but don’t try to pull away – you immediately close your eyes and slightly part your lips, your tongue intertwines with hers and you hear a barely noticeable moan that escapes from her. 

“It's really a hard day...” you purr when you finally find the strength to pull away from her. Maddie is breathing heavily and her cheeks turn red, which only makes you smile wider – she always looks so cute when she blushes, and her freckles become even more noticeable. Your hand slowly slides down from her neck, stopping just above her heart, your fingertips lightly stroking the jacket of her uniform, “we definitely need to do something about this, Officer Nolan.”

Maddie blushes even more and looks away, but the corners of her lips are distorted in a smile.

“Is this a role-playing game?” she's laughing, and her arms are holding you even closer to her.

“No, I just want to say that you look insanely hot in this uniform,” you now look more like a Cheshire cat with how much you smile at your own words. 

And how can you not smile when your girlfriend looks so good even after a tiring day? You were literally lucky.

Slowly, you start pushing her towards the couch, and Maddie doesn't resist – she just looks at you with amazement and excitement. She reaches for the buttons on her jacket, but you quickly grab her wrists and stop her.

“Officer, I'll handle this myself,” your voice literally oozes cunning and Maddie only blinks in surprise a couple of times, but says nothing – gives up and lets you shove her onto the couch.

A soft sigh escapes her lips and she looks longingly at how you slowly kneel in front of her. Maddie immediately spreads her legs intuitively, freeing up a place for you between them, and licks her lower lip.

“You need to meet me like this more often,” she quietly chuckles, watching you slowly unbutton her jacket, and then her white shirt, deliberately, barely noticeably, scratching her delicate skin, which exudes heat.

“I'll think about it,” you finally lean closer to her, your lips covering her neck, sprinkling her skin with gentle kisses. You want to bite her and leave a hickey, but you know it's not worth it. She was a serious officer and you don’t want to ruin it by lovemarks, right?

Maddie slowly relaxes under your onslaught and tilts her head back, giving you more access to her neck. Your hands slide over her body, leaving goosebumps on her skin and you whisper quiet words of praise to her between kisses.

“Go down,” you laugh softly at her words, which she utters with such breathlessness and impatience. You can feel her hands on your shoulders, trying to pull you down and not resisting – usually you loved to tease her and make her beg for something more, but now, looking at her exhausted expression, you want to do whatever she wants.

“Whatever you say, officer,” you giggle and quickly go lower, covering her chest and stomach with kisses that make her gasp.

You lick your lower lip and unbuckled her belt with a ringing metallic sound. She lifts her hips up a little, helping you lower her pants along with her panties down. The cool air immediately touches her skin and she shifts slightly in place, making you smile with pleasure.

“So needy,” you whisper and slowly kiss her thigh, spreading her legs even wider with your hands. Maddie bites her lip and, without waiting for anything from you, puts her hand on the top of your head and guides you right between her legs, “and so mine…”

You submit and eagerly capture her clit between your lips, your tongue penetrates between her folds, caressing her sensitive skin. 

“Damn ...” a soft moan escapes from her lips and she sinks deeper into the sofa, her hips involuntary moving towards your movements, trying to find the friction she was missing so much.

You grab her waist with your hands and pull her even closer to you, your tongue works tirelessly faster and faster, and her salty juice flows down your chin.

The room immediately fills with moans and wet sounds and you literally drown in it, feeling such a pleasant and familiar taste on your tongue.

“Faster... baby...” her voice is hoarse and her moans are replaced by a needy whimper when she reaches a peak. Her whole body starts to tremble, her nails painfully scratch your scalp as she literally buries your face in her pussy, wrapping her hips around you, and her back arches.

She freezes for a while, with only her chest rising and her hips still shaking, before she slowly relaxes and leans her head back on the couch. You slowly pull away from her, looking with pleasure at your work – at her heavy breathing and the way she closes her eyes, still trying to come to her senses.

You carefully straddle her lap and take her chin between your fingers, pulling her into a hungry kiss. Her juice on your lips mixes with her saliva and you moan as your body burns.

“I love you so much,” she whispers softly, kissing you again.

[bullet-prooflove]

Culpability: John Nolan x Reader

Tagging: @ravennaortiz @anime-weeb-4-life @trublu2u @kmc1989

First Case - For John it's love at first sight.

Cake - John's surprised when you remember his birthday.

Bad Timing - You and John have always had bad timing.

Forget About It - You and John share a heated moment in the breakroom. - Companion piece to Bad Timing

The Deepest Cut - Rosalind forces John to make a confession.

More Than Life It's Self (NSFW) - John reminds you of his feelings for you at a crucial moment.

Scars - John loves you and all your scars.

The day that Detective Robert Oritz is arrested for stealing 250k is the day your entire world falls apart and John Nolan has a front row seat to the whole damn thing. To your credit you stay stoic, jaw clenched and head held high as you’re interviewed by IAB and rumours circulate about your own culpability. He can’t imagine what it must be like for you, finding out the man that you loved was a corrupt cop, having to deal with the scrutiny.

At the end of shift he finds you outside sitting on the bench in the green space smoking a cigarette, lost in your thoughts. He takes the seat alongside you because right now you need a friend and John, he’s willing to be that person for you.

“I didn’t know you were seeing anyone.” He says quietly, tilting his head to study the profile of your features. You seem so closed off right now, unreachable. He wants to take your hand, tell you it’s all going to be ok but he knows you’re a realist, that you don’t want platitudes.

“It was new.” You say finally, tapping the ask off the end of your cigarette. “We’d only been together a couple of months.”

Two months, he thinks. Two months and you didn’t tell him a single thing.

You’ve have had drinks together during that time, caught a bite to eat between shifts. He’d helped you put shelves up last week and he recalls seeing a man’s shirt thrown over the back of one of your kitchen chairs. He’d thought it was one of your brother’s. Sam had been staying with you for a few days after he’d had a fight with his husband, he hadn’t even considered the possibility that you might have a man in your life.

“Was it serious?” He asks you and you sigh as you blow a stream of smoke out from between your lips.

“Getting there.” You respond tightly before you stub out the cigarette on the arm of the bench. “We were meant to be going away this weekend.”

“Oh.” He says softly and the silence sits. “Maybe we could do something instead, there’s a Hitchcock Marathon at the Chinese Theatre, it may be nice to get out of your own head for a while, not have to think about all of this.”

“John…” You say, tucking your hands into the pockets of your jacket. “You don’t want that.”

“Six hours with the ‘Master of Suspense’ and unlimited popcorn?” He says as you meet his gaze. “Trust me, I couldn’t think of a better way to spend a Saturday.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about.” You tell him as you stare at the building in front of you. “Right now there are a lot of questions about me, I think it’s best that you keep your distance for a while, I don’t want you tainted by this.”

“Becca…” He begins but you’re already raising to your feet.

He realises that he’s lost you in that moment, that you’re shutting down because you can’t cope with the heartache that comes with this. You opened yourself up to Ortiz, allowed yourself to be vulnerable and he decimated you. He broke your trust, almost ended your career, John’s not sure if this is something you’ll ever recover from because damage like this…

It’s catastrophic.

“I’ll see you around Officer Nolan.” You say as step away and in that moment John has never hated another person as much as he hates Detective Robert Ortiz.

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Empyrean Series: Fourth Wing/Iron Flame

Hi all who are still here! My last post was in 2022, so I'm very impressed if you're still around :) I only make lookbooks nowadays if I'm truly inspired and the time has finally come. 

I read the first two available books (Fourth Wing and Iron Flame) in the Empyrean series by Rebecca Yarros so quickly and am still so obsessed.  If you are a fan of fantasy and steamy content, I wholeheartedly recommend this series. I used a lot of harnesses/buckles in place of knife sheaths and video game outfit conversions for this lookbook and I look forward to dedicated cc once the Amazon Prime show debuts :)

Plot of Fourth Wing from Goodreads:

Twenty-year-old Violet Sorrengail was supposed to enter the Scribe Quadrant, living a quiet life among books and history. Now, the commanding general—also known as her tough-as-talons mother—has ordered Violet to join the hundreds of candidates striving to become the elite of Navarre: dragon riders. But when you’re smaller than everyone else and your body is brittle, death is only a heartbeat away...because dragons don’t bond to “fragile” humans. They incinerate them. With fewer dragons willing to bond than cadets, most would kill Violet to better their own chances of success. The rest would kill her just for being her mother’s daughter—like Xaden Riorson, the most powerful and ruthless wingleader in the Riders Quadrant. She’ll need every edge her wits can give her just to see the next sunrise. Yet, with every day that passes, the war outside grows more deadly, the kingdom's protective wards are failing, and the death toll continues to rise. Even worse, Violet begins to suspect leadership is hiding a terrible secret. Friends, enemies, lovers. Everyone at Basgiath War College has an agenda—because once you enter, there are only two ways out: graduate or die. 

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[mydearestdarlingdead]

Re: the caitvi one shot

Vi is doing pit fighter stuff, and Cait has been taken out on the town by Maddie (or maybe ambessa?)

Cait sees vi from a distance but loris stops her because he thinks Cait is the last thing vi needs+is off duty so yaaa

Much Cait pining/angst, Maddie jealousy maybe, and vi self destruction

You ask, I deliver :)

I will say I took some creative liberties but tried to keep it true to what you wanted as much as I could. More on the creative this and that on ao3 if anyone is interested but, for now, it is half past midnight and I want to sleep

(Fic also undercut because I know ao3 isn't everyone's preferred method of fanfic) (Though I will say that ao3 gets the added bonus of my pointing out little things in the writing in the end notes and who wouldn't want that?)

Maddie bounded along ahead; The absence of her rifle slung carelessly over her back was rather distinct in the dim light of the Undercity. Steb had neglected to attend this particular assignment, so claimed Maddie, due to a family issue. Caitlyn lagged behind, bewildered within the throng, perpetually reaching for what Maddie had insisted she leave behind.

“We’ll just pop down and get the lay of the land!” She chirped, her shirt wrinkled and half-buttoned. Caitlyn had been sceptical- Especially when it became clear that Maddie expected her to travel light. She wished to avoid any chance encounters.

In a moment of weakness, she quickened her pace when striding past the brothel Vi had dragged her through. Though, and perhaps it was only her paranoid mind, she could have sworn she heard someone call out for a ‘Matilda’. Maddie, slightly flustered, made a rather ignorant assumption and grasped Caitlyn’s hand in her own. Caitlyn turned away, pointing out a building of precarious nature, leaning upon its neighbours for support. It was perfect for surveillance, but, after spending the better part of an hour attempting to enter through the securely locked front door, Caitlyn deemed it a lost cause and they continued on in silence.

The buildings became more dilapidated as they travelled deeper into the city, as well as taller and more structurally unsound, as if, upon running out of space, architects had merely chosen to build a second city atop the first. It was ingenuity worthy of the City of Progress, and yet the minds behind it had been forced into the shadows.

The venue, if you could call it that, was, in a polite word, unhygienic. In less polite words, utterly filthy. Someone- A man who made his living via promotion, Caitlyn supposed- grasped Maddie by the shoulder and pulled her toward it, grinning.

“Big fight!” He babbled, “Come! Have a drink or six!”

She replied in hushed tones and, inexplicably, shook hands with him. Suddenly, the man seemed all too content to rush and beg patronage of others. Caitlyn, now, stood by Maddie in a vaguely rectangular entryway which, seemingly, led into a corridor of darkness. She dismissed it, turning toward the simple comforts of Piltover- Finer alcohol, surely, and a softer pillow when the consequences hit.

“Wait!” A hint of desperation in her voice made Caitlyn pause, “It’s just… That man. He said that people are getting hurt in there. What if… I know it’s probably not-” She faltered when Caitlyn strode ahead of her, “So we’re…?”

“Come on, Officer Nolan.”

“Okay! Coming!”

The bar’s interior was, frankly, worse than the crumbling exterior. With the obvious dip in the roof and the sawdust in the diluted drinks, the large arena in the centre of the floor was hardly startling.

Caitlyn almost chuckled, “People are definitely getting hurt.”

She saw the realisation on Maddie’s face- The widened eyes and the slightly parted lips. Almost textbook. “And people are making money on it?”

A hulking figure stood between them and the arena. With the lack of guard rails, he could have toppled forward and joined the fight should he so wish. He turned, “Try making fortunes! Me, I made a couple hundred on this girl- Black-hair, there-” He inclined vaguely behind his back, “-She’s a rookie, too, somethin’ to tell your friends about if you ask me. Won every fight, every night and still on her feet at the end of it. My friend over there is taking bets if you ladies are interested.”

Caitlyn peered around his back into the arena. Two fighters- One, hulking like her companion, with the look of many shimmer-fuelled past night in his eyes and the other, sleek and slim with jet-black hair. The first jabbed at the air where his opponent had stood a moment previous and doubled over when three blows landed in quick succession to his gut. With a final, devastating crack, another blow was delivered to his head, and, like a sack of flour, he fell.

“Is that it?” Someone yelled, outraged.

The black-haired fighter didn’t move as they carted her opponent off. Her defensive posture remained as she peered through the crowd with narrowed eyes. Cait stumbled backward, colliding with Maddie. She would know that face anywhere- In a crowd or concealed with black greasepaint all the same.

“You all right, lady?” The hulking man grasped her arm, as if he feared she would faint.

“Don’t touch me.” She growled. Then, in a softer tone as he let go, “That fighter. What’s her name?”

Maddie, thankfully, lacked the height to peer around the man’s shoulder. She merely thought to look vaguely concerned while grasping Caitlyn’s elbow and looking wearily about the crowd.

He shrugged in response and turned bitterly back toward the arena. Another fight had commenced. Vi- Caitlyn knew she may as well use her name- now fought another young woman, wiry and pale, lacking poise in her uncoordinated blows, unlike Vi, who moved with a certain majesty even now.

“Caitlyn!” Maddie was speaking and another man was approaching from her left. A waiter, she thought dimly, coming to offer a drink’s menu or perhaps to expel them from the building. Instead, she was greeted by a familiar face.

“Loris!” Maddie’s voice was deceptively cheerful. She released her grip on Caitlyn’s arm to awkwardly pat him on the shoulder. He hardly noted her presence as he voiced a single, sharp word.

“Out.”

Caitlyn flinched. Part of her fought to argue, another simply to wallow in betrayal and do as he commanded. It was not exactly guilt which held the blade to her throat for she did not regret her actions. She was her mother’s daughter, and she would not miss when it mattered, not now.

But it was a mistake. A mistake that, try as she might, Caitlyn could never hope to erase. She and Vi would never be as they had. She had allowed her mother to ruin one final relationship. Perhaps now she could be afforded a happy afterlife with the ‘Stray’ far away from her daughter.

Caitlyn met Loris’ unflinching eye. She afforded herself one question, a parting gift of sorts.

“Is she…?”

Okay? Wounded? Missing me?

“Has she…”

Forgiven me?

Loris redirected her questions with a simple reply: “She wins.”

The backdrop made itself apparent as another body fell to the concrete floor with a dull thud. Caitlyn didn’t have to look to know that it wasn’t Vi- Too dense of a body. Loris had not the same assurance. Eagerly, he sought a glance at her silhouette among the stained concrete.

As he turned, Caitlyn, with Maddie on her heel like a loyal puppy, took her leave, slipping out as they had come. Her first move of pure intelligence, Maddie did not speak, and they completed the home-bound journey in silence. Caitlyn, lost to her thoughts, and Maddie, simply lost. Better alcohol in Piltover, yes, but one thing was missing. Adequate company.

[dogwittaablog]

NOLPATS BURNER ACCOUNT

SO HERE IS THE TEA AND BREAKDOWN ON NOLANS ALLEGED TWITTER BURNER (I also want to apologise for the initial hostile reply to the anon that sent it in I was just taken back cause there weren't upfront receipts).

If you’re wondering how this alleged account was figured out, an anon said someone tweeted about it and decided to look into it... and then now we are here...

SO HERE WE GO!

His FIRST account that went under @ gollpatter the account got suspended (He tweets about it on his second account, but you’re still able to see everything).

So now the account he is using the new one is @ shottergallas.

(So just remember there are two accounts. I know some can get confused lol).

WARNING: I know people are going to be running up the accounts anyways but will say just a heads up you will be finding shit that you don’t like mentioning SA and misogynistic comments, some of the comments are towards the incident of WJC 2018. (If I’m right it’s brought up on @ gollpatter)

Now we may all be here like okay… how do we know or assume it's actually him??? Here is my personal observation

If you look at the following on the first account @ GOLLPATTER. You can see that there are about 4+ people on there that he follows that are obviously his friends and has Steinbach Manitoba in the bio. Some of the content and influencers he follows or interacts with on there also align with his recent or past followings/likes/engagements on Instagram from celebs, influencers, sport hosts and even onlyfangirls (I’ll even get specific if I have to) . His interests are evidently displayed throughout his account... things like MMA, golf, hockey, Joe Rogan, Theo Von and other typical guy shit, but as I said if you followed up on him or paid attention to his Instagram activity it adds up. 

(Screenshot of his followings the only thing is they don't follow back)

An Anon that initially sent me the sub on why she thought or had her own conclusions to why she thought it was him which I’ll be copying and pasting the sub down below and adding the links to the info she provided! To make everyone’s lives easier.

here’s the account introducing himself as goll patt: (X)

here’s the account calling jets/ava pond hockey last night: (X)

here’s that account excited about nolan’s friends ‘coggie’ return to the ‘national’ 6 days ago: (X)

and the related headline where Dylan Coghlan, Nolan’s former teammate returned to the NHL from the AHL:  (X)

here’s that account being called pat by its friends in the reply of previous tweet: (X)

account being call pats/patty by friends:  (X)

same account agreeing with hate on the vegas golden knights as a franchise, praising nic hauge and his wife:  (X)

The hockey talk on the account that pop up usually I noticed has pertained to Vegas and the Flyers (some slight shady tweets mostly but nothing over the top) Maybe just some coincidence but I mean hey… we all know what teams he’s played for. Plus there are some Travis Konency mentions on there as well…

So “his” account interacts with the same 2-4 twitter accounts and these accounts tend to tag him in post about Nolpats which I found a bit ironic…

So the last to this which I thought was another eyebrow raiser, was another burner account that has some mutuals but isn't entirely active. Also tagged his account in a post regarding a Tik Tok. The context of the Tiktok was how most likely pro athletes do see the things you post online about them.

So would like to end this off with reminding you that this ALLEGED and there’s no real confirmation it’s him. You’re able to form your own opinion and perspective if you decide to look through and analyse the accounts yourself. I could go on more on some other details, but decided to just touch up on the things that stood out to me. I also was limited to adding content like photos and videos.

[stardustluvs]

Boyfriend - Nolan Hansen (Headcanons)

Pairing: Nolan Hansen x gn!Reader

Summary: My list of headcanons for Nolan about how he would be in a relationship.

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: I love Nolan so much and if I have to write my own content, I will.

Requests are open! || masterlist

Very big on physical touch

He needs to be holding your hand or something at all times

Sometimes he gets in super clingy moods where he will not let you move away from him, even if you both have work to do

“We could just stay in, not do anything today…” “You literally need to go film with Jimmy in like an hour.” “And?”

Definitely lounges around the house/sleeps in your clothes

It’s 100% a comfort thing, and it’s cute

Drags you along when he has to go film

His eyes are always on you

He actually somehow seems more energetic when you’re there

He is never ever serious

You guys could be talking about the most serious thing in the world and he’d find a way to make you laugh

He will do anything you ask him to, he is an absolute simp

His friends use this as a way to tease him more

Has more than a few bad pictures of you saved to his phone

He would hug you from behind and kiss your cheek or the top of your head

Would never let the night end with an argument

“Okay, we can just talk more about this in the morning? I love you, goodnight.”

Huge picture taker, he will take tons of pictures of you, whether you know about them or not

Likes showing things he likes off to you

He would probably just be happy you’re interested in what he has to say in the first place

Literally just wants to be around you all the time

Will 100% cuddle up to you every night

[simelune]

happy simblr gratitude day

as everyone would agree, it is always better late than never :^) i wanted to make one yesterday, but it slipped my mind, but nevertheless! i am here today!

it has officially been a year since i (re)joined the simblr community, and boy am i glad i came back! it has been such a pleasure to meet so many kind people, share screenshots of my silly pixel people, and get inspired by many of you talented and wonderful angels <3 i was able to create some content of my own this year and achieve lots of things i am proud of myself for.

before i get into specifics, i do want to say a general thank you to everyone who has followed me, engaged with my posts, has just been a wonderful presence in my life. a thank you to everyone who shares their beautiful creations on here for us all to see <3

without further ado! here are some people i adore and love:

@seokolat, @nihilismtrcit, @diwns, @softerhaze, @tau1tvec, @rainymoodlet, @windslar, @wrixie, @noeyinthemist, @kashisun, @cinamun, @wolfavens, @moonfromearth, @buttertrait, @servegrilledcheese, @birdietrait, @thebramblewood, @lucidicer, @nolan-sims, @heartblobs, @futurelabs, @castawavy, @rebouks, @loveryss, @void-imp, @luvbugtrait, @deathbypufferfish, @thaplumbob, @duskbats, @fizzytoo

part 1 of 2 !!

[meekspeaks]

september prompt: anderperry, 15.

@soobiesworld AAAND WE'RE BACK sorry i was clubbing for serious days . i am so So Tired . hope you like this one !! i'm running on three hours and a tuna sandwich xx

prompt list !!

anderperry - nightlight !!

The late September evening lingers in the cracks of their room, chilling Todd through his jumper and casting a deep blue over their beds and desks, the words hastily scrawled onto scrap paper lost to the night. When the words in front of his eyes become almost incomprehensible - as he'd been so deep in his own world that he hadn't realised the turning to dusk - Todd got up and tried the light.

He flicks the switch once. Nothing.

He groans. Neil looks up from where he was reading over his lines, and frowns. "Light not working again?"

"Nope." Todd flops back down, words muffled against the pillow beneath him. "Nolan never fixes anything around here."

Neil laughs, pulling out a candle from one of his bedroom drawers. "Here. I stole some of these from my parents' house when I went back over the summer. Thought we might need them when autumn came around."

He then pulls out a box of matches - usually reserved for cigarettes - and lights it, the warm glow igniting about five different candles that they haphazardly place around the room, careful not to tip them over.

They get back to their work, but Todd can't stop looking.

Neil looks almost angelic in the soft, orange glow of the candlelight, a contrast to their harsh light which usually adorns the room. Not that he doesn't look good there either, but this light is more... intimate. His brown eyes are deeper than usual, the softness of his face more accentuated.

Neil looks over, and catches Todd looking. He smiles at him softly. "You okay?"

Todd then gets up, abandoning his poetry, and walks over to Neil, straddles him, takes his face in his hands, and kisses him.

Neil makes a small sound against it, surprise turning to contentment as their lips slot together, and Todd feels his body relax as they fall into each other, bathed in the warm candlelight. He hears Neil place aside the script, and bring his hands around Todd's waist, drawing him in closer.

Dazed from the kiss, Neil pulls away breathless and blinking lazily. "Good evening to you, too."

Todd giggles, kissing his cheek. "Shut up."

"Any reason for that?"

"What? Am I not allowed to kiss my boyfriend?" Todd mocks, and Neil laughs softly, that laugh that makes Todd's insides flutter.

"No, no, you are. Just..." He shrugs.

"The candlelight makes you look so... soft."

Neil blinks, and then draws Todd back in for another kiss, one so soft Todd feels he might faint.

When they break apart, Neil whispers against his lips, "Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile."

Todd cocks an eyebrow, "Which play is that from?"

"Love's labour's lost." He kisses him again, quick.

"How romantic." Todd says, and Neil laughs.

"I kinda hope the light won't come back on. This is... nicer. More intimate."

Todd smiles, leaning back in again, "You spoke my mind."

[pharro19]

Happy Valentine’s Day @sjmromanceweek

A Court of Loss and Love

I’m posting the fourth chapter of my Elucien love story for #sjmromanceweek2025! I’m a little obsessed over here and can’t wait for the next book so decided to write my own fanfic! I hope you love! Links will take you straight to Ao3!

❤️🩷💙🩵💚💜💛

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter four:

It had been over a week since Elain and Lucien had sat on the beach, sharing smiles and playful flirtations. Had she not sensed the depth of his overwhelming fear and grief, she might have believed their relationship had taken a turn for the better. Five days ago, she had sent a letter, suggesting they continue their restaurant tour. His curt response, claiming he was excessively busy at the Spring Court, left her disappointed. Three days ago she had sent another asking if he was attending the ceremony, only to receive his “heartfelt apologies”. It had also been three days since the vision had returned—the very first vision from the Cauldron. Initially, it had filled her with fury and disgust, something she had fought against with all her might. Now, however, it was the vision she found herself longing for—the one she would summon to herself, especially now, when even in those fleeting moments of closeness, he had felt so far away. Had she not been so ridiculously busy working on Nesta’s ceremony, her thoughts would have ruined her. And now, as she sat watching Nesta dance with Cassian, Elain couldn’t help but marvel at the beauty of the mating bond. Her sister looked radiant, her face glowing with a smile that seemed to light up the entire room. The decorations were exquisite, with the flower arrangements surpassing even Elain's highest expectations. Each table was adorned with lush bouquets from all over Pythian. A testament to her own reluctant mate. The sweet fragrance of the flowers filled the air, mingling with the soft music and laughter, adding an enchanting ambiance to the celebration. Nesta’s dress was perfect as well, flowing elegantly and shimmering under the soft lights. Everything was beautiful, a reflection of the love and joy of the occasion. She had truly never seen her sister so happy, her eyes sparkling with pure bliss and contentment.

Elain set her drink down and decided to make a bold move. She excused herself, walked to a secluded space, and winnowed directly to Vassa and Jurian’s manor. Standing before the grand estate, memories surged through her mind. The Nolan manor looked exactly as it once had, its familiar façade evoking a sense of nostalgia rather than sorrow. She took a deep breath, steadying herself, and then made her way up the stone steps. The soft glow of lanterns lit her path, casting a warm and inviting light. After a few firm knocks, the door swung open to reveal Queen Vassa, her eyes widening in surprise before her lips curved into a delighted smile. The warmth from inside the manor enveloped Elain, making her feel unexpectedly welcome.

Vassa's eyes lit up with genuine surprise and joy. “Elain!” she exclaimed, her smile broadening. “Won’t you come in?” She stepped aside, ushering Elain into the warm, inviting manor. They walked through the grand hallway adorned with elegant decor and soon Vassa led her into the cozy sitting room.

Elain glanced around, taking in the familiar surroundings before turning to Vassa. “Is Lucien here?” she asked, her voice tinged with a hint of anticipation as Vassa motioned for her to sit.

Vassa replied, her smile softening, “He’s not. He’s been at Spring the past few nights. But I heard the two of you have been spending time together.”

“We were,” Elain said, doing her best to mask the sadness in her voice. “But I haven’t seen him in a week.”

Vassa looked genuinely surprised. “I didn’t know.”

Maybe she shouldn’t have, but Elain couldn’t contain her emotions. Her heart ached with the weight of her feelings, and she confessed how deeply upset she was. The thought of Lucien possibly rejecting the bond tore at her, and she had sensed the sadness and fear radiating from him. Her eyes brimmed with tears, and she wiped them away with trembling hands, but the stream of words continued to pour out. She spoke of the sleepless nights, the constant worry gnawing at her, and the fear of losing someone so precious. Her voice quivered as she shared her innermost fears and hopes, unable to hold back the tide of emotions that had been building up inside her for so long.

Once she had exhausted all her words, Vassa looked shocked, her eyes wide with surprise. She glanced away, her expression conflicted, as though she was debating whether or not to get involved. After a moment of hesitation, she turned back, her voice tentative but sincere. “How much do you know about Lucien’s past?” she asked. The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications. It was clear that Vassa was treading carefully, but the concern in her eyes showed that she genuinely wanted to help.

"I am familiar with some aspects of it, but not all.” Elain said, her voice wavering as she swiped another tear away. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying. "I do know about Jesminda," she added, her face a mix of sadness and determination as she looked at Vassa, hoping for some comfort or understanding.

Vassa nodded, her expression softening with empathy. “Then you understand where the grief and hesitancy come from,” she said gently.

Elain nodded, her shoulders slumping slightly. “I don’t know how to help him,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes pleading for guidance.

Vassa took a deep breath, her eyes filled with determination. “Proceed cautiously but do proceed,” she advised, her voice firm yet compassionate. “He’s terrified, but he’s also yearning for someone to break through that wall of pain. You, being that someone. Be patient with him, and let him know he’s not alone.”

Vassa hesitated, her eyes flickering with uncertainty as she wondered how much she should reveal. “Did he,” she stopped, biting her lip before continuing, “Well, fuck it, did he tell you that he couldn’t feel you, through the bond?” Her voice was tentative, not wanting to overstep but feeling it was important for Elain to know.

Elain’s eyes widened in shock, her mouth falling open slightly. “He can’t feel anything?” she asked, her voice filled with a mix of disbelief and concern, her brows furrowing as she tried to process this new information.

Vassa sighed softly, her expression one of reluctant understanding. “Lucien said he couldn’t feel you at all, Elain. It’s like the bond is there, but there’s no connection on your part. He’s struggling with it just as much as you are.”

“I don’t want to struggle with it any longer. I want him. Us,” Elain said softly, her voice tinged with a mix of vulnerability and determination. She thought about her feelings, how they had come slowly, unfolding like the petals of a delicate flower after she had fought them for so long. Time had been a gentle healer, allowing her to observe her sisters and their mates, to see the joy and connection they shared. The many books she had read, detailing the blessing of such a bond, had certainly helped to open her heart. But it was being with him even in those brief moments, feeling the warmth of his presence and the kindness in his eyes, that had done the most to sway her feelings. It was in those quiet moments, when they were simply together, that she realized how deeply she wanted him, how much she needed him to be a part of her life.

Vassa smiled broadly and teased, “Finally! This has been excruciating for me,” she laughed. “Why don’t you stay here with us? We have plenty of room, and he should be back this evening. If not, you can head to Spring tomorrow and tell him everything you just told me.”

___

They were halfway through the second bottle of wine, laughter ringing through the room, when Lucien entered the manor. Elain and Jurian were locked in another game of chess, the pieces moving swiftly across the board after she had quickly beaten him in their first match. The atmosphere was lively and filled with camaraderie.

As soon as Lucien entered, Jurian playfully accused Elain, “Your mate hustled me at chess,” he said with a grin.

Lucien was taken aback to see Elain so comfortably mingling with his closest friends, her laughter blending seamlessly with theirs. The sight of her, so at ease and integrated into his world, stirred something deep within him, a mix of astonishment and a burgeoning sense of belonging.

“I did not hustle you. You’re just a lousy player,” Elain retorted with a mischievous smile, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She met Lucien’s eyes. “How’s Spring?”

Lucien blinked, still processing the surprise of seeing Elain there. "Uh... Spring is Spring, just a bit shocked to see you here," he replied, a hint of a smile forming as he tried to mask his astonishment.

"Do you want me to leave?" she asked boldly, her words slightly slurred from the wine, a playful glint in her eyes.

“No.” Lucien was still taken aback. “Are you…drunk?"

Before Elain could respond, Jurian chimed in with a laugh, "We're all drunk! Why aren't you?"

Vassa turned to Jurian and said, "We should let Elain and Lucien talk."

Jurian shook his head, "No way."

"Checkmate!" Elain exclaimed, then laughed. She made her final move, leaving Jurian staring at the board in disbelief.

Finally, he looked up and conceded, "Fuck me! Not again! Alright, fine. You two talk."

As they left, the room fell into a hushed silence. Elain gracefully moved to sit beside Lucien, her dress rustling softly. He turned to her, his gaze warm and curious. “How was the ceremony?” he asked, his voice gentle.

"Beautiful," she said, a soft smile lighting up her face.

“I’m sorry I missed it,” he replied, his eyes filled with regret.

Elain reached out, placing a reassuring hand on his. "I think I know how to make things easier between us," she said gently, her eyes reflecting a glimmer of hope.

"I hope this works," she murmured, her brow furrowed in concentration. She reached deep within herself, tapping into her power as she tried to open the mating bond to him. She had kept her powers so tightly controlled that it had only dawned on her after talking to Vassa that the bond might have been affected. With a determined look, she focused on connecting with him, her eyes reflecting a mix of hope and resolve.

As Elain reached deep within herself, the bond began to stir. Lucien's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and awe flickering across his face. He felt a warmth spreading through his chest, a gentle yet powerful connection that seemed to wrap around his heart. For the first time, he could feel her emotions, her hopes, her power, and fears intertwining with his own.

A soft gasp escaped his lips as the bond fully opened, and he could sense the depth of her feelings for him. It was like a symphony of emotions, each note resonating with love, longing, and a promise of something beautiful. Lucien's heart swelled with an overwhelming tenderness, and he reached out to take her hand, his touch gentle but firm.

"Elain," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I can feel you... truly feel you." His eyes shimmered with unshed tears, and he brought her hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles. The bond thrummed with a newfound energy, a connection that felt both ancient and eternal. “And I can hear your heartbeat.”

In that moment, all the barriers between them seemed to dissolve. Lucien felt an unspoken understanding pass between them, a silent vow that they would face whatever came their way together. The sweetness of the bond filled him with a profound sense of peace and belonging, and he knew, without a doubt, that they were meant to be.

"Thank you," he murmured, his voice barely more than a breath. "For opening your heart to me." He looked into her eyes, his gaze filled with love and admiration. "I promise, I'll cherish this bond and you, always."

"I don't want you to be afraid any longer," she said sweetly, her voice soothing.

He smiled, a warmth spreading through his chest.

"I'm staying here with you. Vassa showed me a room, but I'm staying with you, in yours,” she said, her eyes glassy and unfocused.

Concern etched across his face. "Are you sure? You should get some rest," he said gently reaching out to touch a curl. He could see she was clearly in no state to be making decisions and wanted to ensure she was comfortable and safe.

"You can sleep on top of the blankets," she suggested, her voice a mix of determination and drowsiness.

He chuckled softly, amused by her insistence. "Deal," he replied, his eyes twinkling with affection.

____

Elain opened her eyes, and it took her a few seconds to realize that she was in Lucian’s bed, cradled in his arms with her head on his chest, and not alone back at the townhouse. The soft glow of the fireplace illuminated the room, casting a warm, flickering light. She watched him sleep, his face peaceful and serene. He was fully clothed but she had slipped out of her gown earlier when he had given her the room to get comfortable, and now she was left in her white cotton shift. She sent a rush of warmth down the bond, watching his face intently. He let out a soft moan, and his eyes flickered open.

“I thought you were staying under the blankets,” he murmured in a low, hoarse voice.

“You’re too hot for blankets. You feel feverish. We may never need blankets again,” she whispered, her voice soft and tender, alluding to his Autumn Court power. Her words made him chuckle softly. “Barely two weeks in and I’m already in bed with you. Human-me would be mortified.”

He huffed a laugh and said, “I’m afraid sober-you is going to be mortified.”

“I am sober,” she laughed. “And it’s funny, of all the things I’ve ever heard about you, being a gentleman was not one of them.”

His low chuckle filled the room. “Are you saying you’d prefer me to be less of a gentleman? I can oblige.”

She smiled, “I like you like this. I feel like this is the real you, the person you don’t let anyone else see.”

He pulled her tighter to him, his eyes closed and his heart full.

“Do you want to know the first vision I had of you? Of us?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she raised herself up on her elbow and looked down at him. She gently traced his scar. “The one I saw in the Cauldron?”

He nodded, eager to hear her words.

"I'm lying on a bed,” she said causing his eyebrows to raise.

His smile suggested something altogether improper. “Naked?”

“Oh my word, you are a rake,” she giggled and tried to compose herself before she continued. “No, now listen,” she bit back her laugh as she tried to move closer. Not that she could. She continued, “You're sitting beside me, holding a little girl with vibrant red curls and we’re all gazing at a newborn nestled in my arms. They're so beautiful, Lucien," she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes and spilling down her cheeks.

Lucien's eyes softened, a myriad of emotions playing across his face. He could almost see the scene she described, feel the warmth of the moment. His heart swelled with an overwhelming tenderness and love. He reached out, gently cupping her face in his hands, his thumb brushing against her cheek.

"I can't wait for that future, to share those moments with you, and to build our family together."

Elain gently leaned in, her eyes locking with his. The world seemed to pause for a moment as their lips met softly. It was a tender kiss, filled with unspoken emotions and a warmth that spread through both of them. Lucien's hand cupped her cheek, his touch gentle and reassuring as he pulled her closer. The kiss was sweet, a perfect blend of affection and longing, leaving them both breathless and closer than ever before.

_____

“You’re incredible,” Lucien said, a genuine smile spreading across his face as their feet landed gracefully in front of the River House in the Night Court. Elain had winnowed them in one jump. “It takes most a few jumps to get here.”

She looked at him with wide, innocent eyes, as if she had no idea how powerful she truly was, and shrugged nonchalantly. Her cheeks flushed a delicate pink, and she bit her lower lip, making her look even more adorable. Lucien’s heart swelled with affection; he was utterly enamored. They had spent half of the night talking, sharing their hopes and dreams for a future that both of them were terribly excited for, and he couldn’t help but cherish the deep connection growing between them. She was perfect.

They were headed for a quick breakfast as soon as she changed out of her dress from last night, neither wanting to separate. He knew he had responsibilities in Spring, but the thought of being apart from her was unbearable. She gently squeezed his hand, her smile warm and her doe eyes inviting him to get lost in their depths.

Suddenly, her body convulsed, her eyes rolled back and turned a milky white. She collapsed into him, her frame trembling lightly.

He caught her and held her tightly as his heart pounded in his chest. He had never been so terrified. Her face, usually so full of life, was now a mask of fear and pain. He could see her lips moving, but no sound came out. Her eyes, though unseeing, seemed to be witnessing something horrifying. He held her close, his own fear mounting as he watched her struggle against whatever vision had taken hold of her. “It’s okay, love. You’re safe,” he whispered softly, kissing her forehead. Time seemed to stand still as he held her.

“Elain!” Feyre cried, her voice filled with panic as she rushed out the door. She stood beside them, her eyes wide with fear and concern.

Elain let out a blood-curdling scream, her eyes snapping back to their deep brown as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her face was twisted in terror, her hands clutching at Lucien’s arm.

Feyre's heart pounded in her chest, a cold shiver running down her spine as she looked into Elain’s terrified eyes.

Elain sobbed, her voice trembling with dread. “It’s Koschei! He’s coming for the baby!”

[bullet-prooflove]

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You’re in pain, Nolan can tell from the way you hiss through your teeth as he unbuttons your shirt in the bedroom. The fabric falls away revealing your black sports bra and a starburst of indigo bruising that blossoms across your ribcage. He notes the threads of pink, broken blood vessels exploding out from the epic centre where the bullet had impacted your vest, the Kevlar plates snapping under the force of it, absorbing the velocity.

He fixates on the myriad of colours, his fingertips tracing lightly over the darkest area, the place where the most damage has been done.

“Nolan.” You whisper and he tilts his head up to meet your gaze.

There’s such a turmoil in him in that moment, you can see it like a storm in those vivid eyes of his. He’s always known how dangerous your job can be but seeing the reality of it, it’s like a gut punch.

“I nearly lost you today.” He whispers, cradling your face between the palms of his hands. “You almost died…”

He’s starting to spiral, you can see it in the way his breathing starts to hitch.

“But you didn’t.” You reassure him, taking his hand in your own and guiding it down to the space where your heart resides in your chest. He can feel it beating underneath his fingertips and it soothes him in a way that’s almost visceral because you’re still here, still with him.

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[bordysbae]

could you do an enemies to lovers/exs to lovers with luke hughes or quinn using prompts 23,37,40, and 51?

“way out of my league”

luke hughes x reader

23. why don’t you ever post me?

37. forgive me?

40. he’s my ex we broke up for a reason

51. are you really that oblivious?

—

you couldn’t help but feel as if luke was embarrassed by you. he never talked about you very much, and never posted about your guys’ relationship much either. when you confronted him about it, little did you know that would be the last conversation you’d have had with him in the last two months.

“luke, why don’t you ever post me?” you asked gently, afraid of what he might say.

“i do babe, what do you mean?” he questioned, avoiding eye contact as he stared right at his phone.

“luke we both know that’s not true”

“what do you want from me? is there more than like two things on my instagram that aren’t hockey related? i don’t like posting shit like that just chill out!” he exclaimed, now looking at you.

“luke you need to chill out! i was just asking a question, but clearly with the way you’re getting so defensive there’s something else going on! are you embarrassed of me?”

“oh don’t be like that y/n!”

“luke, you didn’t say no,” you say quietly.

“y/n cmon don’t be that way,” luke groans, running both hands across his face. it was a all a blur, but the night ended with you storming out of his dorm with tears streaming down your face. and that was over two months ago.

—

“y/n, don’t dress so bummy tonight, let me help you pick an outfit,” your roomate says as she walks over to your closet.

“what’s wrong with my outfit? it’s just a regular party, i think leggings and a crop top are fine!” you protest

“absolutely not! you’ve barley gone out since you and luke broke up, and i know for a fact he’ll be there tonight. don’t you want to show him what he’s missing?”

“he won’t pay any attention to me, he’s my ex we broke up for a reason,” you say, holding up the clothes against your body that your roomate eliana passes to you.

“y/n that’s where you’re wrong! he’s your ex, so of course he’s gonna be looking at you. you haven’t been out in forever, it’s time you show yourself off! here this is perfect, these black jeans with this cute pink tube top!” eliana cheerfully says, shoving the clothes against your chest. you sigh in content, and get changed into your party outfit. you two arrive at the house, and the immediate smell of alcohol and sweat makes you want to puke.

as eliana clings to some of her sorority sisters, you tag along quietly, not wanting to be at the party at all. you get yourself a drink before eliana leaves you to go meet up with a guy she’s been taking to. you look around and the only familiar face you see is nolan moyle, captain of the ice hockey team. he shoot’s you a smile before getting distracted. “i hate parties,” you mumble under your breath before going to sit on the sort of empty stairs. the couple sucking each others faces off don’t even give you a glance as you sit down, making you roll your eyes. you feel invisible here, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. as your attention is focused on your phone, you hear the loud, and drunk, voice of eliana. she’s dancing with a few people having the best time of her life, meanwhile you’re sat on the stairs minding your own business, not even done with your first drink.

you huff out a laugh, and turn back to your phone, before a painfully familiar voice speaks up. “y/n, hi,” he says. a sharp pain runs through your heart as you look up and see the familiar curly haired, well built boy you once used to call your boyfriend. “hi luke,” you say as you swallow the lump in your throat.

“can we uh, go outside?” he asks as he scratches the back of his neck. you nod in response, as he takes the lead towards the front door. he sits on the steps outside, and you take a seat next to him. he fidgets with his fingers before croaking put a few words you never thought you’d hear him say after all this time, “i’m sorry, forgive me?”

“what? forgive you for what?”

“everything y/n. i’m sorry i never posted you, i’m sorry i acted the way i did that night. it’s been driving me crazy that i treated you so poorly. i regret lashing out, i regret not posting you, i regret everything. honestly i haven’t even been able to sleep without you. i just at least need you to know i’m sorry,” he rambles.

“luke, it’s okay. all i want to know is why you never posted me? why you were embarrassed?”

“that’s the thing, i wasn’t embarrassed. i was embarrassed of the reason why i never posted you,” he says, playing with the ends of his flannel sleeve.

“what does that mean?”

“you’re too good for me, i’ve even been told it. i was embarrassed because you’re way out of my league. you’re so pretty, and sweet, and i’m just this dumb hockey player. that’s all i’m good for, meanwhile you’re incredibly smart and i just felt dumb around you. i never posted you because when i post hockey, i get validation. i know it’s super dumb, but i really reget all of it,”

“why do you regret it? i understand that, sort of. you wanted attention and validation, and by posting your achievements you got that. why do you reget it so much, you got what you wanted yeah?” you ask genuinely. that’s one thing you’ve always been good at, understanding other peoples reasonings for things.

“are you really that oblivious?” luke chuckles.

“huh?” you ask, turning your head to face him. he does the same, and smiles at your slight stupidity.

“i regret it, because i miss you,” he says softly, sending shivers down your entire body. immediately like goes to take off his flannel, but stops himself, “sorry, instinct. are you cold? you can have my flannel if you need,” he chuckles shyly.

“i’d love your flannel luke. and i miss you too, y’know,” you say, as he wraps his flannel around your shoulders and a blush appears on both of your guys’ cheeks. “you do?” he questions.

“one hundred percent. there’s not a day where i don’t think about you, if i’m being honest. i still go to hockey games too,” you bashfully admit.

“you’re still my little fan, ey?” luke chuckles, pulling you into his side and wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“yeah yeah okay luke, don’t get ahead of yourself now”

[brownbitchshit]

You know what I loved about Barbie? It is a movie that is absolutely feminine and mainly for the woman to enjoy and celebrate. The story ofc is for everyone but this is the first time a big studio movie that is taking the world by storm is a movie that is purely feminine. The way most superhero or big studio movie exudes this masculine energy in promotion and the way men are usually in the front to hype it up, that's exactly what women are doing for Barbie. Women and men but mostly women are wearing pink dresses or dressing up like Barbies and going to watch the movie, making contents on Barbie and what not. Everything that the society tried to sell, everything that society made us feel about how too much pink is too feminine or a feminist movie needs to be about strong women who doesn’t care about their feminine sides or if you are a strong woman you must reject the notion of being feminine and must show more masculine energy etc.Barbie rejected all of that. We have seen this trope over and over again, that whenever a movie shows a strong woman she is usually someone who is not into feminine stuffs or the young adults movies we've always seen where it's the tom-boyish girls who are good and smart whereas the Barbie-like girl is the evil etc.

So the point I'm trying to make is that Greta Gerwig aka The MOTHER showed how to make a feminist movie while embracing the femininity in the biggest way possible. Femininity ofc comes in all forms but Barbie is the definition of stereotypical feminine type and yet has always been considered as something that doesn’t represent feminism at all solely because of the fact that Patriarchy taught us that in order to be equal to men we must reject all notions of being a woman. And that's the perception that Greta decided to change, and that's the impact of the Barbie movie which I'm pretty sure will go down in the history as a cultural reset.

Also the fact that a female director like Greta went head to head against Christopher Nolan and created a cinematic history by basically promoting two movies through one and having the biggest opening after Avengers endgame, is something that makes me extremely proud.

And oh, Barbie movie is absolutely fantastic. It didn’t disappoint and was definitely better than my own expectations. It is probably one of the most feminist movies I've ever watched. That's three for three for Greta Gerwig. Take a bow Queen!

[lucihens]

some kind of live 702 thoughts because i loved it

i know this is a small detail but i love how packed the roll call room looks again, i missed that. it always felt so sad and empty s4 onward.

did they explain why nyla and angela were in uniform? i think that might have gone over my head. but it was so nostalgic. like everything i ever wanted since angela left patrol. my baby and her bun back.

this season is making me think about how great the rookie's season progression was really, like s4 had to happen to act as a buffer, pushing the main characters to what they wanted, s5 bringing a rookie t.o dynamic back, s6 putting characters in a place where they could make way for a newer version of the first seasons' structure with focus on rookies and their t.os. s7 is so good for this show i i'm excited for this.

nolan tim lucy as a t.o trio is making me cry thinking about how that could've been nolan jackson lucy together 😭 and smitty landlording again oh how i miss jackson so. and the food truck vibes.

if this episode is a showcase of the whole season then i'll have nothing negative to say about it. other than chenford are meh so far, which is fine because, in terms of my preference, the other characters are finally able to stand on their own plotwise and interest wise, whereas they previously (bar s1-3) were overshadowed by my interest solely in tim and lucy.

am i finally going to have a healthy relationship with this show and its contents?

i've gone all mushy thinking about how much i loved the first seasons and how much i missed the vibe of it, loving every storyline, every character, each character's scenes being cohesive and one whole thing rather than 7 different mini plots and only wanting to watch it for chenford ☹️ man i love my frickin rookie so much. i'm mushy inside now. we're so back.

[bronx-bomber87]

Happy Saturday! First off Hallelujah the actors strike is over. Now it’s just semantics and such before we get our ship back on our screens. Just saw the SAG board approved the deal with 86% percent in favor on Friday. All that is left is getting it ratified and an episode order. We’re on the right track I can not wait. Been too damn long since we’ve been excited about some new content.

Till then I shall continue my rewatch. Hoping to line it up ending it whenever a premiere date appears. So fingers crossed on that. Once we do have that might amp it up to 3 reviews a week instead of 2. This one is not a huge content heavy one for them. It's shorter than normal, but it is Lucy’s first ep as his aide. They’re riding back together. I love it so much. Absence makes the heart grow fonder they say. Some good moments peppered in this one. Sassy married moments we all love. Off we go.

4x04 Red Hot

We start off with our lovely duo at the end of roll call. Tim coming in hot and sassy. Calling her Gofer right off the bat. Asking if she’s ready to go? He had to know he was gonna get a sassy reply calling her that first thing. Man knows what he’s doing. Tim loves their little dance and banter. So he lights the fire and waits for the results. (Also good Tall/Smol shots here my fav.)

Lucy matching said sass with some of her own. A little flirting mixed in cause they can't help it. Not showing an ounce of fear with his 'authority' haha Tim picking up on that right away. Flirting right back saying he’s sensing a lack of fear in his authority.

Oh Timothy you lost that long ago my love. You have her utmost respect but the fear? Yeah that went bye bye some time ago heh Some pre-shift foreplay going on here. We know they’re both just excited to be riding together again. It’s all over their body language and this flirty exchange.

Her ‘Yes, sir.’ So cute basically saying for her 'You don’t scare me.' LOL Lucy's body language is everything with that flirty smile. She has no problem roasting him. Tim loves it despite the words coming out of his mouth. Sunshine x Grumpy ride again. I'm so happy for it. Missed it since 3x09 that’s a long time apart for them. We’ve had lovely moments in between but nothing better than them riding together. Plus they needed time to miss one another.

They’re so obvious together. Grey hears their exchange and is holding back a chuckle as he comes up to Tim. Wade knew long before they did...That is a fact. They continuously forget everyone can hear them. It’s so funny. Carrying on like a married couple in front of their colleagues.

Lucy and Tim end up joining Nolan on his missing wife call. (So happy they’re riding together. Making my heart happy) His call has gotten more complicated because well it’s John’s call….Nolan tells them she was drugged and the people claiming to know her we're speaking Russian. So they all go back to the house where the call originated.

No one is there when they arrive. They notice the house seems off... Like it’s staged and no one actually lives there. John noting it feels a lot smaller on the inside. Tim saying it’s like a reverse Tardis...Lucy’s reaction is so damn funny. Props to Melissa for the facial expression here. I’m dying. Tim already sensing her judgement cuts it off. She doesn’t even have to say what she’s thinking. He just knows and defends himself.

S4 is the fruit of all that rapport building. We get to see the end result constantly. Watch how close they are. That silent communication coming through, the comfortability and playfulness. Not even trying to hide it anymore. The amount of sass in Tim's reply. My god she has rubbed off on this man. I love it sfm I can’t stand it. Such flirty dorks in front of Nolan it’s the absolute best. So nice to have them together on cases again. I missed it.

They get a report the car was torched but no sign of the woman over the radio. Nolan opens the cabinet and sees an impressive setup. A panel with cyrilic buttons they can't read. Goes into contractor mode saying they have 500 MCM wires. Running 400 amp service out of this place. Lucy not knowing what that means but wanting to save face says her line above. Also knows Tim may not either so she throws him under the bus LOL

It’s so cute and cheeky. The theme of this episode for them is sass. 100%. The way Tim looks at her plus his little leg stamp. LMAO His reaction saying 'Seriously Lucy?' He’s not even mad about it so much as in awe of her being so damn fresh at this point. Doesn’t even fight her giving him shit anymore. Just accepts it. Smitten man right here. Front and center.

Nolan goes on to say a normal household doesn’t tend to go past 200. Whatever they’re powering is big because just the minimum can power a house and a/c under that. Nolan starts messing around with the panel like an idiot and trips something. Because well it's Nolan. Like an unattended child. It locks down the entire house and they pull their guns in case.

Tim’s reply is the best. ‘I don’t know what it says so I push it?’ LMAO Roasting John like a marshmallow. Sassy Tim has come out to play and I’m dying. A tv turns on showing surveillance of the entire neighborhood. John asks if human traffickers normally are this sophisticated? Tim replies no…It’s a safe house.

Lucy’s interest is piqued of course. Asking if it’s for spies? Tim gives her a small peak into his past. Which you know she will eat up like crazy. Always craving to know about it. Hell me too. Any morsel we can get from Tim’s past I’m all about. Lucy in wifey mode tries to get it out of him. The when and where? You can see the absolute curiosity all over her face. He just drops a bomb like that and expects her not to try and dig a little deeper?

Tim is classic in his reply. Saying it’s classified and that is that for his answer. I'm sure he was wanting to impress her with that reply. When really she's just annoyed at him haha Lucy’s reaction is so damn funny. She is offended he won’t just share his classified past with her in front of Nolan LOL That wifey look in the second gif. Ha. Look at them just flirting away no problem in front of John. That’s not an issue but asking about his past is. These two... Also when they talk in this scene it’s like Nolan isn’t even there. I love this about them. They only pay attention to one another when they get like this. I just love their banter. It’s fantastic.

Nolan discovers a panel after hitting another button. It leads to a whole other hidden part of the house. It’s clearly where they were torturing her. They dig a little deeper and find more surveillance camera's set up. Looks like they tried destroying everything before they took off. There is still some paper work and such lying around. Looks like they didn't get everything. Tim wants them to take pictures of everything before the feds show up. Because they’ll ice them out ASAP. I love when he’s a sexy leader directing everyone. yum. gimme.

This next section when the feds finally show up is primo. Mike Weston introduces himself and Tim knows right away he’s CIA. The feds are with him though. Reason being Weston has to work with them since he isn't allowed to work domestically. Tim has some serious smug husband energy going on in this scene. Watching his girl square off and win with this guy. Lying on his behalf it’s amazing. Lucy handles herself like the bad ass he knows her to be. Coming up with this on the fly. That UC training kicking in right here.

The immense amount of pride on his face is everything. He didn’t even have to tell her to lie she just did for him. Their silent communication once again is out of this world. He just stands there proud af. Like yeah that’s my girl. Doesn’t have to say a damn word. Knows she’s got this covered. Smugly smiling at this guy trying to get them to do their job. Knowing they secured the scene and got all the photos they needed. Part of that smugness is from knowing they’re not sharing. Lucy shutting them down completely and he just stands there happy as a clam while she handles the situation.

Lucy is bummed they’re taking over. Nolan reminds them she touched his hood. Tim says they can get a true ID. Try and solve this thing before the feds and CIA know what hit them. I love this. They get a hit in the database. She’s a Russian citizen here on a NGO visa. Tim saying it’s perfect cover for a Russian agent.

Lucy with her social media skills found her Instagram page. Linking her to an Air Force major named Lyle Marks. Who she was apparently dating. Nolan says she was probably dating him just to get to secret information. Lucy calls him a cynic heh I love it. Then says yeah that’s probably the most likely scenario…

That he works for drone command and hasn’t shown up for work today. Tim says no need to loop in Weston. If they’re onto something good he will find them. They show up to Mark's house and find him tortured and killed. Weston of course shows up right after they find his body. Just like Tim said. He’s so smart. Beauty and Brains.

The fact that a soldier was killed this can’t be contained any longer. Weston realizes he’s going to need their help. Especially since this is on US soil. He brings them back to his fancy spy van. So they can have a private conversation protected. Tim gets right down to business. Asking what they know about Katerina? Mike tells them they believe her to be a FSB case officer. Just like Tim said earlier. Sexy how smart he is. Intelligence is attractive af.

Apparently she went rogue during her mission. She was supposed to be recruiting intelligence assets for Russia. It’s why those two guys came into the country after her. Rather her die than be in the hands of the CIA after she escaped. Tim asks if they knew about the relationship with officer Marks? Weston replies no or they would’ve stepped in weeks ago.

Also let’s note the lack of space with them in this scene. The Grand Canyon between John and Tim. The smallest sliver between Tim and Lucy. Another theme of this season. Personal Space? Never heard of her…

This next part is more of that proud/smug hubby energy from Tim. The way she dismantles Mike is glorious. Trying to say she’s naive and espionage isn’t a romance novel. She crushes him with some solid ass logic. Lucy owns this guy not once but twice in the same day. Lucy came to play and it's so fun to watch her confidence. The way she handles herself now. So self-assured it's just as glorious to watch as Tim's growth.

I love the look on Tim’s face. (also him licking his lips I see that tongue sir. Mmm.) His reaction is 'Wifey is right and you are dead to rights sir.' He couldn’t be prouder of her confidence with this man. Held her own from the jump. The growth here is amazing. Lucy just confidently owning her moments. Tim backing her without a second of hesitation. True partners. Nolan gives a 'Told you so' look too but it’s not as important as Tim’s LOL Weston concedes and says she has a fair point…

That being said Mike said he’s read her file. That isn’t the type of person she is. They ask why she was dating Marks then? Weston says he ran the entire west coast drone command. That he had the keys to the entire program. Tim then poses if she wasn’t stealing secrets or planning to defect then what’s her play? Mike says doesn’t know..and that scares the hell out of him

That’s their last scene together for the ep sadly. We find out with just John and Bailey she killed Marks. He issued a drone strike that killed her brother. The flash drive Nolan finds in his shop is what she wants. She wants to kill everyone else on the list of the mission. Sadly Lucy’s love theory is kaput after that haha That's all she wrote for this one. Short but sweet one for them.

Side notes-non chenford

I love Lucy reaching out to Aaron to be his support through training. He fights her at first then gives in and calls her when he has bad experience with an old friend. Aaron does stick his foot in his mouth about Jackson. Poor Lucy still hurts her talk about him.

Then they bond over it. He talks about Patrick and says it still gets him too. How it sneaks up on you. You could be having normal day and something triggers it. Aaron tells her it’s nice to have someone to talk to. Love this friendship being built.

Thanks as always to those who read these reviews and show your support through likes, comments and reblogs. It’s my fuel haha so thank you. Shall see you all in 4x05