#Pre Season 6

[kaiminluu]

a little mood/background study ------ the beginning-of-season tension that happened in this house is historic and so loved by me

[wu-does-art]

miwi!! they def judged people and rolled around in flower fields together

[confusedkittensposts]

I want to write some established Crowstiel, any ideas??

[little-bumblebeeee]

Moonlight – part 5

Word count: 1.4k

Part 4 part 3 part 2 part 1

Angst angst angst angst

(Next chapter will be a Steve chapter!!!!)

Nothing happened of course. He just let Steve hang out at his place until he cooled down and Eddie sent him off back to Nancy. Back to Nancy. He can't help but feel a bitter hatred towards the girl despite her doing absolutely nothing to him. He knows it's just jealousy though, jealousy about a boy he'll never in a million years get.

Why does he keep doing this to himself? Wanting what he can't have. Fame, money, boys, a life in general.

Because he's Eddie Munson. The world has it out for him.

He stabs his pencil through the paper of his sketchbook, his blood going cold as he realizes he shouldn't have done that. The dragon on the page now has a gaping hole in it's chest, and while he could try to fix it, he doesn't want to fix things right now. Fixing needs effort, and he doesn't have that in him at the moment, not while he's sitting on his bed crying over a boy.

"Eddie Munson, crying over a jock. What a twist, huh?" He comments bitterly to the ratty Garfield plush in front of him, slumped over from the lack of stuffing in one side, droopy eyes scratched to practically nothing. He still keeps it though, because he loves it.

Some things don't need to be fixed. They're lovable the way they are.

And yet nobody seems to love Eddie. Sure, his mom loved him, but that was when he was a kid, and he can't help but wonder if she would still love him if she was around today. Wayne too, but that's different, hard to see. He wants a different love, he wants Steve's love. He'll get rid of it soon. This stupid, horrible crush on a boy. A boy who's both a jock and a werewolf. God, what has his life become?

It's been a week since he stopped Steve from spraypainting all over town, and he can't help but realize.. he missed the full moon. Steve would've already turned back by now, all alone. It's fine. It's not like Steve needs him, and Eddie was wanting to distance himself from Steve. This is good for them both.

Yet guilt eats away at him, squeezing and twisting at his insides, making his lungs close up and his throat catch. He can hardly breathe, and it hurts. He feels like he should apologize, but he can't, it's not even necessary. Steve never needed Eddie there, not when he's been transforming all by himself for years and years already by the time Eddie found him.

He can't go to school. He can't even risk the chance of seeing Steve, can't even risk the chance of seeing this damn boy. It hurts. It's horrible, it's.. Eddie gets up, going out to the small kitchen as if his body is on autopilot. He opens the fridge and closes it a couple times, his brain empty from the lack of accomplishment of grabbing something from the barren shelves. He doesn't know what to do with himself. It's a feeling not unknown to him, but it's never been at the hands of a boy who looks both like a God and Just Some Dude. What is wrong with him? He's Eddie Munson, of all people he should be immune to Harrington's charms.

But he just isn't.

Nothing is working, either. Not food, not drawing, not his music, not D&D– hell, he even tried going on a walk. Nothing. Is. Working. He tried to lose himself in his interests, tried to let them consume him completely like they do when he doesn't want them to, but not even those want him now. His guitar isn't calling to him, neither are his books or the figurines that still need to be painted.

Eddie needs to talk to this boy. Even once. He doesn't care if he'll be rejected, he truly doesn't, he just.. needs to get this feeling out. Shoes on his feet, keys in his hand, he stills. He didn't even open the door yet.

He can't do this. He should be confident, but no, he's shaking like a leaf, his stomach churning. He doesn't even take his shoes off as he walks back to his room, slowly slipping into bed, pulling the covers up to his chin. He doesnt like this feeling. He doesn't like when the only things beckoning him closer are the things that will hurt him most. How when he thought Steve was in danger he was so ready to leave, yet now he can't even open the front door?

There's something wrong with him. Always has been, always will be. If he's not killed or doesn't do it himself before he graduates he'll be driven out of this hellhole of a town, either going to jail and reuniting with his no-good dad or being completely alone for the rest of his life. People would talk and wonder. They'd discuss and gossip about Mr. Munson, the shut-in neighbor with a cat who nobody sees outside unless he's working or on his porch, the man who doesn't speak, the man who stays inside when he doesn't have errands, the man who drinks himself to bed every day. They'd wonder what happened to get him like that– if he had a wife who passed away or something.

He closes his eyes and runs a hand over his face, attempting to swallow down the lump in his throat at the thought. He doesn't want that but it seems like the only future for him. The Garfield plush on his pillow that he found comfort in since he was a child now seems like it's mocking him, it's lazy eyed stare and wide sleepy smile staring him down.

That's when he hears the tapping on his window. There was knocking at his door earlier but he didn't bother to answer, knowing that if it was his uncle he wouldn't be knocking and would just come inside, not really caring about visitors.

He doesn't get out of bed, but he hears the window slide open, harsh sunlight burning his eyes as someone tumbles into his room, shoe covered feet landing on Eddie's carpeted floors.

And his voice.

"Eddie? What's going on? You weren't there.." Steve says quietly, hesitantly walking over to Eddie's bedside as if he was sick or something. He must look pathetic, buried under a thin blanket, clutching a stuffed animal, with his hair a mess and his eyes all puffy and red.

"You weren't there." Steve repeats. "I waited for you. All night. I don't even know what happened– I just know I woke up and I... I was covered in blood. I don't know what or who's blood it was– I'm freaking the fuck out!" He says, pacing Eddie's room. The boy jolts up, rubbing his eyes and throwing the blanket off. That's when he finally gets a good look at Steve. The tired eyes, his uncharacteristically sunken and pale skin, dried blood on his hands as if all he could do was try and wipe it off his skin with what he could find and shove some clothes on before going straight to Eddie.

"Shit shit shit, shit, shit! Okay.. okay, blood. You didn't kill someone, you couldn't have. You're not that kinda... person.. werewolf.. thing." Eddie says breathlessly, getting up out of bed and realizing that half of this blood is Steve's. The way it seeps through his blue sweater, creating a dark stain that just keeps spreading.

"I don't know what happened." Steve admits upon realizing what Eddie is looking at, lifting up his sweater to show a gaping hole in his abdomen, next to that patch of hair Eddie has dreamed about again and again.

"Holy shit.. Steve, you got shot*" He says in shock, but Steve doesn't even look surprised. He simply shoves his fingers into the wound and pulls out a bullet, wiping his hand on his sweater. "I'll be fine. It's not even close to the first time, I know how to handle it. You got a first aid kit or anything?"

Eddie blinks a few times.. sure, Steve is a werewolf, he's strong, he doesn't feel as much pain as a normal person. But he just pulled a bullet out of his flesh and asked Eddie if he had gauze with the normalcy of asking if it's cold out today, not to mention he didn't even notice the blood was his own.

Now all he has to do is keep it together when Steve pulls off his shirt to patch himself up.

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[pinkflames]

Still find it hilarious that mumbo and grian's duo name is waffle duo

Like- how tf did it take that long for them to get a duo name???

[crimsonwolf715]

Vertigo

(Things in bold are texts.)

“The League told us to stay here. I don’t think this is a good idea,” Kaldur’ahm (Aqualad) says as the others get ready. 

“That’s because you’re a killjoy,” Wally West (Kid-Flash) replies. 

“I actually agree with him,” Conner Kent (Superboy) offers. 

“But it’ll be fun,” M’gann M’orzz (Miss Martian) says. 

“I just have nothing better to do,” Artemis replies. “And directly disobeying Green Arrow is in my top five favorite things to do.” 

Richard Grayson (Robin, the first one) is leaning against the wall with his arms folded. 

“What do you think, Robin?” M’gann asks. 

“I think that I’d rather be at home right now,” Dick answers. “But Batman said that coming here is still important even when I don’t want to.” 

“What’s going on?” Kaldur asks. 

“Lots of things. Nothing in my control,” Dick replies. “Let’s get out of here.” 

They all get into the Bioship and head towards the town. The ride is quiet outside of Wally humming and tapping. M’gann lands the Bioship outside of town and puts it into camouflage mode. They all walk into town and start looking around at the quaint, little place. 

Wally pulls his phone out of his pocket and silences it. “Barry’s been texting me for like ten minutes straight.” 

“I should probably check that,” Dick says. 

He pulls his phone out and notices that Bruce texted him ten minutes ago, asking where he was. Dick smiles and clicks on it so he can answer. Bruce is benched right now due to an injury, so he keeps asking where Dick is so he can keep tabs without the Batcomputer. 

Me: Out with the team. 

Bruce: Alright, be safe. 

Me: I will. Kaldur was worried about going out, so I’ve been keeping a close eye on the things around us. This pollen is making my eyes itchy. 

Bruce: Did you take something? 

Dick makes a face. 

Me: Maybe. 

Bruce: So no? 

Me: Yeah, no. I’ll be fine though. It’s not that bad. 

Bruce: Alright, as long as you’re sure. 

Me: I am. I’ll talk to you later. 

Bruce: Where are you with the team? 

Me: You remember that little town outside of Happy Harbor? The one that we went to in the Bioship? It’s that one. 

Bruce: Alright, have fun. 

Me: Thanks, I will. 

“You seem distracted,” Kaldur says. 

“My dad’s at home with an injury,” Dick says. “He’s just keeping up with me.” 

“Oh, should we make your dad something?” M’gann asks. “How have we never met your dad before?” 

“The same way you haven’t met Wally’s or Kaldur’s. Timing and convenience haven’t met for that. And anyway, secret identity.” 

“I think that’s no fun though,” M’gann says. 

“Well, we all have respect for each other, so we don’t press it,” Artemis says, grabbing Wally’s hand. 

They walk through town for a while, M’gann dragging Conner most of the time. Dick laughs when he notices that it looks like Conner’s having to force himself to let her drag him. A chill runs through Dick’s spine, stopping his laughter in an instant. 

Kaldur notices the change immediately and turns. “What is it, Robin?” 

Dick pulls his utility belt out and Kaldur starts looking around. There’s almost nobody in the area, which is normal for a weekday when most people have school and work. Even though he can’t see anyone, Dick’s sure that they’re there. 

“You alright?” Wally asks, jogging over. 

“Someone’s here,” Dick says quietly. 

“Yeah, I figured you thought that.” 

Dick hears something coming from one of the buildings, so he goes to investigate. Footsteps behind him, so he gives it a glance. Artemis is behind him. 

“Hey, Robin. Why did we split up from the others?” Artemis asks. 

“I split up, you chose to follow me,” Dick answers. 

Dick hears something crash outside, so he and Artemis rush outside. Dick’s ears start ringing. Artemis drops to her knees. Dick looks around and sees Vertigo. 

He starts throwing Batarangs at him while taking stock of the situation. All of the others are down. M’gann has some kind of device attached to her while the others just seem to be affected by Vertigo’s powers. The ringing in his ears gets worse. He squints, but keeps throwing Batarangs at the guy. 

“You’re different then the girl,” he says. 

Dick manages to land a hit on him, the Batarang finding home in the guy’s forearm. He groans, then waves his other hand in Dick’s direction. A wave of nausea hits him along with the feeling of being off-balance. Dick stumbles, but stays standing. 

“You… a… pest,” he says, Dick not able to completely hear him over the ringing in his ears, which has gotten louder. 

Dick moves forward to attack again and stumbles again, feeling like he’s being pulled to the right. He sees Wally struggling to get up. Vertigo shoves his hand towards Wally and Wally starts throwing up. 

Robin’s symptoms ease up some, so he doesn’t feel like he’s being pulled anymore. Dick closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He opens them and runs at Vertigo. He slams into the villain and stabs him in the shoulder with a Batarang. He cries out. 

“Thanks, Kid,” Dick spits out. 

Vertigo throws Robin off of him and he gets up. He tries to run away and is stopped by Wally grabbing his ankle and tripping him. Robin hears Vertigo’s head crack against the sidewalk. He sits up, actively having to force himself not to throw up. Wally’s attempting to get up and Conner’s already on his knees. Artemis and M’gann are still lying where they fell at the beginning of the fight. 

“Robin!” 

Dick turns and sees Batman striding towards him. 

“Da…” Dick’s vision blacks out and he passes out. 

Dick wakes up to the sound of something falling to the ground. He opens his eyes and the world is dark tinged. He raises his hand and touches glasses. 

I’m wearing sunglasses.  

He sits up and his head starts pounding and nausea hits him. 

“Hey, take it easy, dude,” Wally says, rushing over to him. “Vertigo really did a number on you.” 

“Is everyone else okay?” Dick chokes out, trying to ignore the nausea. 

“Yeah, everyone’s okay. Conner and I got the least and M’gann’s already fully recovered. You and Artemis got the worst of it, so just rest. Batman’s talking with the other League members, trying to figure out what happened and how he got that tech. You look bad, so just let us take care of it. We can handle it .” 

“Can you get my dad please, Wally?” Dick whispers. 

Wally nods, then heads out of the room. Conner’s giving Dick a weird look from across the room, but Dick adds it up to him always being weird. M’gann walks back in and heads straight to Conner. Bruce walks into the room with Wally. Wally heads to Artemis while Bruce walks over to Dick. 

“Hey, how are you doing?” Bruce asks. 

“I’m fine. Your leg,” Dick says. 

“I’m fine. I’m in a brace.” 

“Can we go home?” 

“We can’t risk taking you through a Zeta-Tube. In a bit, I promise.” 

Dick gives him a thumbs up. 

“You fought well,” Bruce says. “I looked over the footage. Is your head alright?” 

“My ears and head still hurt, along with the imminent sense that I’m going to throw up everything that I’ve eaten. Other than that, I’m good,” Dick replies. 

Bruce nods. “Just take it easy. We’ve got Martian Manhunter coming in to make sure that none of you have any brain damage. Once that’s done, we’ll head back to the Batcave.” 

“Sounds good.” 

It takes almost an hour for Martian Manhunter to show up and once he clears everyone, Bruce takes Dick back to the Batcave. 

“You shouldn’t be carrying me,” Dick says, leaning his head against Bruce’s chest. 

“You’re my child. I will carry you as long as I can. It’s the principle.” 

Dick sighs. “Alright.” 

Bruce takes him upstairs and settles him down on the couch. “I’ll be right back and then we can nap.” 

Dick nods, then fiddles with his hoodie strings until Bruce gets back up. The two fall asleep with Dick leaning against Bruce. 

[meghansbest]

Meghan Markle as Rachel Zane in Suits Season 6, episode 9, ''The Hand that feeds you.''

[dooffirmations]

Any kind of show, just use the normal rules of rounding ig.

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

so help me god I will get through the end of ftwd this week if it kills me

[humanmorph]

during the last millenium break “time passes” sequence sylvi mentioned millie bringing snacks for leap from her trips and i thought that was. so sweet

(still sitting & waiting for something terrible to happen to leap. not in a “man fuck this guy” way, just a “i know keith plays a different character later this season and its making me antsy” way.)

leap thoughts from work today. i made the og sketch for this at work. i really didnt get a lot done today...

its like. i know that jack and maybe also art(?) also play different characters but i KNOW clem (possibly s.i.?) is out there. ive accidentally glanced at fanart thats told me as much and im so excited for whatever the fuck is going to happen there BUT he point is theyre around. i dont have any reason to believe the same about leap.

also jack specifically is such a “leaning into decisions/consequences that are terrible for their character” and keith i feel just is not? (the deal with lyke in ep 47 would be an outlier to me. it ruled though. love that for him.) so basically i dont know what would have to happen to get to a point of leap dying. things would have to be REALLY bad, right?

the other option i guess is leap filling the drive clock and retiring and ill feel kind of silly for thinking about this so much if that was the case, BUT i truly dont think that that will happen. like partizan as a season is so. the vibes are DIRE the stakes are HIGH

HE WAS FINE

[sophfandoms53]

Putting Ratcole, Cameron, Frankie, and Cauliflower on the same level of legendary status as Britney, Taylor, Danielle, Josh, and Xavier is kinda nuts imo

[sammygender]

my biggest regret in my fic (aside from my first 2 spn fics which are just pretty shite) is that i think i sensationalised john hitting dean too much in something soon (which i otherwise really love as a fic!). like i rly dont think sam would be anywhere near that surprised. why is it like a reveal. it bugs me so much in retrospect that i kinda wanna go and change it

[the-physicality]

I’m going to make an armchair diagnosis: ever since worlds, kristin o’neill was moved to line 1 and onto pp1, the team has struggled to score on even strength. To the extent that kori has manufactured a player advantage by pulling the goalie. The solution to me is obvious: you need to put o’neill back as center line 2 but keep her on pp1 and put like murphy or some other right winger up top.

[daniwib]

Pictures of You

When Abuela passes away, Eddie struggles with profound grief, trying to cope with the emptiness left behind. Memories of their shared moments bring both comfort and pain as he considers life with her absence.

As he mourns, Eddie finds strength in the legacy of her wisdom to take the final step and admit his love for the man who’d been by his side the entire time.

Final chapter now posted.

Total length: 16k

Rating: M

Warnings: No archive warnings. Minor character death (Abuela)

[crowsandmurder]

Clay Morrow Tags and Verses

Clay  ✖ (Aesthetics)

Clay  ✖ (Thoughts)

Clay ✖ (Character Development)

Clay  ✖ (Crack)

Clay ✖ (Headcanons)

Clay  ✖ (Photos)

Clay  ✖ (Starter Call)

BIOGRAPHY

Clay Morrow was born in Sacramento in 1949 to Clarence and Kathleen Morrow. His parents had not been expecting to have a child, but his mother had been thrilled. She tried to provide him with a loving home, whereas his father was a World War II vet, who tried to teach him that he needed to be hard, responsible and needed to love his country. Clay wasn’t sure about serving in the military at first. He often found himself wandering around the streets of Sacramento, in his teenage years. It was then, that he developed his love for bikes, specifically Harleys.

His father made sure that he signed up for the draft, but Clay was happy to not be sent to Vietnam, right away. He’d just bought himself a Harley and he wanted to be out on the road. After his mother died of Pneumonia right before he turned 18, his father turned to the bottle, repeatedly telling him that he’d never amount to nothing, spending all his time on his Harley. Not longafter that, he packed up his belongings and with just 100 bucks in his pocket, he headed out on the road. It was then that, he learned how to do odd jobs, settling for a bit in Lodi, where he worked part-time in a mechanic shop, cleaning up. The owner took him under his wing and taught him everything he needed to know about fixing cars and his bike.

He was settled there for quite some time, before he went back out on the road. He felt most at home, not settling anywhere. Out on the road, he met up with John Teller, and he wound up riding with him and Piney Winston, along with six others. It wasn’t long before they started calling themselves the First 9, as the Sons of Anarchy were created by John Teller and Piney Winston. Clay was one of only three people who had not served time in the military, and some of the older guys, who did their time, made fun of him about it.

In 1969, Clay was sent to Vietnam and became part of the Army Airborne, serving time until 1972. Upon his return, he reconnected with the Sons of Anarchy and continued to ride with them, a little harder, after his time in Vietnam. In 1977, it all changed. While the guys all had women they hooked up with, JT had found himself a young one. She looked barely legal to him, but she was hot. He had definitely looked, but he knew that she had her eyes on JT. After she got pregnant, they all settled in Charming, California.

Clay was not that impressed with Charming, of all places. It just lacked anything, really, in his opinion. It was small and nothing interesting seemed to happen there. But, they had acquired a good amount of land, and that was when he and JT decided to open the Teller-Morrow Shop. They were both good at auto repair, and as time went by, Clay knew it would make a good front. Once the business got going and the clubhouse was up to his standards, Clay decided that Charming might not be so bad, after all.

Over the years, things began to become less about brotherhood and more about what they had gotten into. In the late 80s, Clay and JT went with fellow member, Keith McGee, to help with trouble that had arisen in Keith’s hometown, a suburb of Belfast. They had gotten into trouble with the IRA, and that was when Clay saw opportunity. He started pushing for the gun business back home, and he knew that JT was hesitant, but Clay was not going to give in. Once they got back, he’d managed to convince most of the guys. This could bring in the money. Clay took advantage of the fact that JT seemed to be not as focused, and he used it to his advantage.

As time went on, Clay noticed that JT seemed less focused on Gemma, even when their youngest son died. He could see that they were both broken over it, but to him, JT had become weak and unfocused in Clay’s eyes, and he had no problem anymore, in flirting and eventually starting an affair with his wife. He knew that John was not stupid and knew that he was sleeping with his wife, but he flat out didn’t care. After JT was killed in a motorcycle accident, Clay took the gavel, arguing that Piney was too old, to do so.

He went to prison a few times, usually for gun running charges, but it didn’t take him long to marry Gemma after JT’s death. While JT had tried to handle things more diplomatic, Clay had no problem spilling blood, if it suited him, which happened more than once, during the war against the Mayans.

Clay was always someone who did whatever it took, to get what he wanted.

VERSES:

v: fuck the system | FIRST NINE

Time Period:  1968 - 1993 Clay is asked to join the Sons of  Anarchy, goes to Vietnam, Is patched in upon his return and is committed to the club in a variety of ways, one of which being pushing for the gun business.  He’s also responsible for a lot of the murders during the Mayan War.  As John Teller started to lose faith in what they were doing, Clay started taking advantage in many ways, which included bedding his wife and likely sabotaging his bike, to kill him.  Faceclaim:  Cam Gigandet for the 60’s - 80’s, then Ron Perlman

v: sitting on top of the world | PRESIDENT YEARS (Pre-Show)

Time Period: 1993 - 2008 After the death of John Teller, Clay became President of the Sons of Anarchy. He continued to get them deeper in guns, resulting in a number of fatalities, and all sorts of problems.

v: it ain’t easy being king | SEASON ONE

Clay tries to run the club the best he can, with the ATF breathing down his neck, the whole time. 

v: nobody threatens SAMCRO | SEASON TWO

Clay faces new challenges, as Jax starts to challenge everything he does, due to him knowing how Donna Winston died.  That’s not all though, as he finds out later that his wife has been gang raped to send a message to him. 

v: you do what you have to do | SEASON THREE

After the Irish take Abel, Clay helps Jax do whatever he can, to get his son back. This includes traveling to Ireland, where Clay has to kill Keith McGee, another First Nine member after he betrays SAMCRO. 

v: paranoia strikes deep | SEASON FOUR

After Gemma tells Clay that Tara and Piney have the letters that could implicate him in John Teller’s murder, Clay does whatever he can, to keep the truth from coming out.  This also includes the downfall of he and Gemma’s relationship, and him losing the gavel. 

v: the whistler | SEASON 5

After Jax lets Clay live, he’s allowed to sit at the table.  He does his own scheming with the NOMADS.  Eventually, he loses his patch and is sent to jail for a murder he didn’t commit.

v: sympathy for the devil | SEASON 6

Clay spends his time in jail, before he is broken out and killed by Jax. 

v: fortunate son | AU

Anything that is AU falls under this verse