#Raleigh’s a hot mess

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

The Hansen lads looking after Raleigh after he comes back for the final battle. Feeding him, helping him through nightmares or sleepless nights, etc.

Her’s the gentle words and firm encouragement where Chuck’s the silent support and constant affection. Herc gives his shoulder to hold Raleigh up when he feels like he’s about to collapse from exhaustion and Chuck has his back whenever someone picks a fight.

They help him through it all and allow him the time to grieve that he had never given himself in five years of living. It’s a weird little partnership they agreed on, one born from attraction old and new, one that - more often than not - sparks pointless pissing contests and dick measurings. More literal than Raleigh was ever prepared for.

The amount of times Raleigh ended up between the two of them, out of his mind with pleasure and hazing out their constant bickering is much more than he’s managed to count.

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“Come back to us yeah? Don’t you dare leave us behind.”

Chuck huffed a laugh, kissing Raleigh’s cheek while ruffling his hair, ���Should be telling you that darling. You’re the one with no self preservation.”

Raleigh let out a laugh of his own, nuzzling into the hand before turning toward a stoic Herc. Well… if you ignored the tears sitting in the corners of his eyes, “You both better come back to me. I will not lose a son and a partner in the same day.”

[wanderingmind867]

My first Justice League Canada annual. There's like two more of these, and i'm already beginning to get sick of transcribing and posting all of this. It's exhausting, honestly.

Justice League Canada annual #1: Set in between Issues #24 and #25, this story features the occult side of the DC universe. More specifically, it features Eclipso and The Enchantress playing a game of deception with the Justice League: pitting the team's members against the team of redeemed supervillains (the new league). It's team against team, as only captain marvel/shazam, deadman and ma'alefa'ak end up going up against the real threat.

The story ends due to the ma'alefa'ak and deadman calling upon The Protectors to help them repel Eclipso and The Enchantress. They manabe to successfully do this (Doctor Fate temporarily banishes eclipso, and the others manage to render The Enchantress unconscious. But before the battle's over, the enchantress curses deadman: his spirit ends up bound to the Justice League Canada's headquarters for a year, meaning he'll be stuck haunting them for the next 12 issues.

But with Eclipso and The Enchantress gone, the Justice League Canada and the New League make peace. But ashamed of their actions, the Justice League Canada lose most of their members with this issue. Although the New League keeps most of their members. But really, this story ties in to one of my big DC comics ideas: The War between the Lords of Order and the Lords of Chaos (which is set to culminate in a dramatic story involving the Anti-Monitor.

Justice League Canada members:

1. Blue Beetle (Ted Kord)

2. Aqsarniit

3. The Angel of Dawn/Ange de L'aube (Samantha Guizzon)

4. Captain Marvel/Shazam (Billy Batson)

5. Gypsy (Cynthia Reynolds)

6. Red Tornado

7. Booster Gold (Michael Jon Carter)

8. Green Lantern III (Guy Gardner)

9. The Red Bee (Richard Raleigh)

10. Deadman (Boston Brand)

The New League members:

1. Captain Cold (Leonard Snart)

2. Harley Quinn (Harleen Quinzel)

3. Heat Wave (Mick Rory)

4. Poison Ivy (Pamela Isley)

5. Ma'alefa'ak J'onzz

6. The Calculator (Noah Kuttler)

7. Livewire (Leslie Willis)

8. Captain Boomerang

9. The Shade

10. Deadshot

The Protectors:

1. Martian Manhunter (J'onn J'onzz)

2. Doctor Fate (Kent Nelson)

3. Ocean Master (Orm Marius)

4. Solomon Grundy

Battles:

Captain Cold and Heat Wave vs Blue Beetle and Booster Gold: These two may honestly be an even match. I'm gonna hand it to Ted and Michael, simply because of their superior tech. But Captain Cold and Heat Wave make just as strong a unit as Blue Beetle and Booster Gold. So it'd be an interesting match up.

Red Tornado and Gypsy vs Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn: Considering Red Tornado and Gypsy's romance is best described as a train wreck by this point, their team work is less than stellar. And when sent up against Harley and Ivy (two ladies who have an amazing team dynamic), it's no contest. Red Tornado may be able to do some serious damage to Harley, but I think Poison Ivy's pheromones a would beat Gypsy's illusions.

Captain Boomerang and Deadshot vs Green Lantern III (Guy Gardner): Two hot-heads, and one level headed ex-assassin. I honestly don't know who'd win this fight. I want to say Guy Gardner would, simply because of his power ring. But Deadshot and Captain Boomerang would surely make for formidable opposition.

The Red Bee vs The Calculator: Although The Calculator has all of his gadgets and tech wizardry at his disposal, The Red Bee is able to shrink small enough to mess with all of their internal mechanisms. Also, The Red Bee's stinger gun would surely pack a mighty punch. But The Calculator would more than likely suffer another mental breakdown after realizing a bee defeated him and his genius plans.

The Angel of Dawn/Ange de L'aube and Aqsarniit vs The Shade and Livewire: This one is a real toss up. But I think Shade would beat The Angel, while Aqsarniit defeats Livewire. Because although light is a powerful force, Shade can snuff out that light. And overpowering darkness is stronger than overpowering light (in my opinion). And considering Aqsarniit is an inuk demigod/nature spirit, i don't think Livewire stands much of a chance.

Captain Marvel/Shazam, Deadman and Ma'alefa'ak vs The Enchantress: Ma'alefa'ak and Captain Marvel working together could easily overpower The Enchantress physically, but I think Deadman trying to possess June Moone and override The Enchantress would be the killing blow here. Hence The Enchantress cursing Deadman.

The Protectors (Doctor Fate, Martian Manhunter, Solomon Grundy and Ocean-Master) vs Eclipso: This is the fight the whole story was building up to. Eclipso was once God's Angel of Vengeance, until his lust for blood got him exiled (and considering the old testament god regularly flooded the world and killed humans for disobedience, eclipso being too violent and crazy for him says something). But seeing as Eclipso is such a mighty foe, it's no wonder we need four powerful figures to even stand up to him.

And even The Protectors can't fully defeat him! Doctor Fate can only banish him temporarily. But Eclipso is strong. He'll be back. And the only thing that can stop him would be a force on his level. Another godly being, more or less.

[jenna12381]

Sly Cooper: Thieves In Time Redux

Here's a super abridged recap of my rewrite of Thieves In Time...

Prologue: Penelope is revealed to still be behind the events of the game. She nearly gets kidnapped, foolishly tells Bentley about it in a panic, then gets roped into joining Sly, Bentley, and Murray for the whole game. She enters the game keeping a dark secret of betrayal.

Paris Tutorial: Joins Bentley in the sewers. They get separated, she gets her own segment. She saves his skin as they reunite.

Turning Japanese: Does her tasks to avoid looking sus. Tries to go rogue during Altitude Sickness. Runs into Sly and El Jefe's duel, then decides to help Sly. Also gets scolded for running off. Her secret is safe.

Go West, Young Raccoon: Manages to save Bentley's skin twice; once during Cooper For Hire, and again during Jail Break. Also gets to see Carmelita tearing Sly a new one, making her see a dark future for her and Bentley. Secret is still safe.

Clan Of The Cave Raccoon: Gets very sick, sees the error of her ways. Sees Sly and Carmelita not getting along, doesn't want the same thing for her and Bentley. Resolves to become a team player. Secret is still safe.

Of Frogs And Mechs: Sir Raleigh is revealed to be behind Penelope's botched kidnapping. She also has a robotic impostor. His men kidnap her. She mostly frees herself, and she gets to fight her impostor and Raleigh. She also gets closer to Bentley. Secret is still safe.

40 Thieves: Spends the whole episode pulling her weight and then some. Le Paradox reveals her secret of betrayal during All Rolled Up just when she's starting to feel like a true member of the team again. She refuses to rejoin the skunk. Her secret is out.

Paris Epilogue: Leads the raid on Le Paradox's blimp, then starts the final boss fight. Nearly loses before the rest of the playable cast comes in to help. Gives a speech on what she learned about friendship and takes Le Paradox down.

Aftermath: Tries to leave the Cooper Gang out of guilt, only to be forgiven. The game ends with her still on their roster. She and Bentley are also engaged.

Let's all just pretend this is what actually happened instead of the hot mess that was vanilla Thieves In Time.

Feel free to make as much fanart for this project as you want. I'm no artist; just a writer with big ideas.

[driftwithme]

CHALEIGH REVERSE AU:

*this au changes just a bit their personalities by switching their backstories, but the essence of the characters is the same, okay?

Chuck was 15 years old when the first kaiju emerged from the breach.

Angela had died years prior from cancer, Scott had became an alcoholic and left the family in his grief, abandoning both Herc and Chuck when they needed him.

They were a hot tempered duo a bit too broken on every angle, but oh boy they could their own in a fight, not doubt.

Chuck was also a genius kid. Way too smart for his own good. Talented as his father, for sure.

They joined the jaeger program around 2016 and debuted on 2017.

Their relationship was far from perfect, specially because Chuck started treating his dad more like a brother and Herc did the same with Chuck. Herc was trying to deal with the responsibility and cope with the trauma of losing his brother and his wife. Chuck was trying to feel closer to his dad. Still, messed up but together.

Herc dies ot the end of 2019, during the Manila deployment. The kaiju set a trap and isolated Lucky Seven on the ocean from the other two jaegers. After losing one jaeger arm and calling for backup, Chuck felt his father died on the link as the monster threw the conn-pod open. Still, Chuck was able to kill the thing with some help from the other jaegers.

Herc died screaming that he loves his son and Chuck screamed back and back to an empty drift that he knew, he knew, he knew how his father felt.

Richard and Yancy were there piloting Gipsy Danger. They saw everything.

In the aftermath, Lucky Seven was taken to Oblivion Bay and Chuck went back home, deciding it was best to work on his wounds away from the program.

In the absence of his parents, it took him some time to realize his anger shouldn't be the thing that destroyed him. Instead of letting himself rot in bitterness, Chuck started using it as motivation to recover, work to help the people, keep himself in shape, honor his parents memories. He decided that, eventually, he would get his revenge and end that war once and for all.

At least Chuck still had Max with him.

*He's still a bit of an asshole, by the way. It's more controlled and he learned how to properly apologize, but he's still the hot tempered Australian you knew.

On the other hand, Raleigh Becket was 12 years old when the first kaiju landed on San Francisco.

Yancy was 22 years old and had followed his dad, Richard, to the military. Richard was on service on another country when it all went down. Raleigh had convinced his mom, Domonique, to take him on a trip to San Francisco when it happened. With Raleigh waiting on a relatives home in Sacramento and Dominique arranging everything on San Francisco, Yancy was given a chance by his superiors to try reach and save one of them.

Raleigh never forgave Yancy for saving him when it was his fault Dominique was there. He never forgave his father for not being there when it mattered the most.

Yancy and Richard became jaeger pilots early on 2016. Yancy grew worried. They were almost never there for Raleigh and he didn't like it. Richard argued it was a needed damage. If they wanted to give Raleigh a chance to live, they needed to end the kaijus first. Raleigh'd forgive it later, as he grew up.

Total bullshit. Yancy understood that his dad didn't care at all about his children after the Manila drop, where a hidden memory surfaced. Richard, the psycho, had been hiding another child, maybe a year or two younger than Raleigh. Yancy knew his father disappearances weren't only because he was an alcoholic now, but to see how he treated the girl, to see him screaming and insulting her, to the point the girl wouldn't even ask for help because she thought she deserved it, broke his heart. It wasn't suppose to be like that.

Yancy reported Richard and sent his ass to jail. He told everything to Raleigh and asked him to be his co-pilot. He knew his younger brother more than anyone, even in shadows. Raleigh was beyond angry and hated Richard beyond words and he would never ever forgive Yancy for what he did, that it's following Richard blindly like he was a messiah. BUT he hated the kaiju more and he loved Yancy equally, even if contradictory.

Raleigh decided then he wouldn't trust anyone anymore unless they had passed his standars. He would be the best of the best. He would raise the level of the jaeger program and take the fight to a new level.

He had joined the jaeger program with 16 years old in 2017. Assisted the j-tech team on test performances, given his unique ability to sustain solo piloting and survive it. It was a really safe testing and it helped develop faster Gipsy, making it the best jaeger in terms of pilot security.

Raleigh also worked on j-tech, waiting for a chance to pilot a jaeger. He got his chance in 2019 and took it fully.

You could say he was methodical, but in truth it's his dirty playing combined with Yancy's experience what made Gipsy Danger so lethal in combat.

In all this mess, the Becket boys took their younger sister, Jazmine, with them. Taugh her to fight, taught her anything she wanted to know about jaegers and kaijus and the end of the world. Jazmine took to call Yancy father and Raleigh uncle to annoy them. She joined the jaeger academy as soon as she could and even when she was an excellent pilot, she went to with k-science. After all, her brothers already had the fighting covered.

If you want to know about humans or if you're searching for sexual or romantic love, you go to Yancy. If it's about jaegers or you need a friend, you go to Raleigh. Now, if it's kaijus you're interested about and you want a little sister to annoy you, that's Jazmine for you.

Whenever the Beckets couldn't be there for her, Jazmine stayed with Mako and worked with her. Jazmine could also stay with Newt and Hermann, to the Beckets dismay.

*Raleigh and Jazmine are Mako's best friends. They were there for Mako when she thought she had a crush on both of them and they were there when Mako figured out she was aromantic and they were there as Mako developed upgrade after upgrade for Gipsy, adding them to Striker Eureka until they both became the best safest jaegers in the program.

Five years later, Pentecost went to find Chuck back and offered him to pilot the newest addition yet. Mark-5, designed by Australia and adapted by Mako.

Chuck accepted.

The fun began.

I'll post a part II later, if you guys want it.

[theluckywizard]

READ THE BEGINNING OF THE FIC HERE

Happy Friday Niri! For DADWC: "opia n. the ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable" for Thalia & Samson, maybe? 👀

Hi Gin! Thank you for this prompt; it will likely feature in an upcoming chapter of nightmare au!

For @dadrunkwriting

WC: 838

CW: Samson is a creepy sad sack

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Much could be gleaned by looking someone in the eye. 

Samson did it with every new mageling brought to the Gallows. They teach you that, not to make eye contact with them. Something about not getting attached. But how can you go about, day in and day out with someone, and never give them the one decent courtesy of meeting their gaze?

Besides, you learn a lot. The eyes are the windows to the soul; one of the grifters he’d known in his adolescence told him that. Easier to get a handle on what someone will or won’t give you, if you get that eye contact. Easier to tell what they want. Some of those mages, they just wanted attention, a kind word, a friendly face to tell them it would all be okay. Others wanted tangible things — easy enough to get, in exchange for a little extra from their allotted lyrium bottles. Others wanted things he could never give, and those wore on a man, over the years. Still. The lesson served him well, all the way to army command. His Red Templars needed for the same things the mages did, but perhaps with some more urgency. The extra mile’s worth walking. 

Double-edged sword, though. 

You look them in the eye, and they can see in, too. 

“General?” 

No, no, not yet.

What did he see in Thalia Trevelyan’s eyes? 

Fear, at first. Of course. Every captor knew that look in their prisoner’s gaze. But no, go past that first night in the Skyhold tower. There was the clearing in the woods, the altar to some false god, Thalia up on the dais, looking at him. He’d felt so close to her then. He thought she’d understood his purpose; maybe she’d come to him quietly after all. Until that goddamned speech got all the peasants riled. 

Then he knew he’d have to be clever. 

Her eyes were so blue in the cave. Did she know how they shone? Like the water off the Wounded Coast on the warmest, brightest days. Samson would take her there sometime, right at the magic hour when the sun sinks low and orange and glimmers on the bay. When you can jump off the jagged rocks and plunge down into the depths and the cold will shock you but it’s so welcome after the day’s heat. Her eyes will be on him, and she’ll be smiling shyly, and he’ll convince her they’re alone and no one will see. She can slip out of her clothes, right there on the rocky beach. He’ll help her, a hand on one alabaster shoulder, brushing back her hair, glowing red… 

“General. Please. You’re needed.” Some idiot with a Starkhaven accent. “You awake in there?”

Piss off. Who did he even know from Starkhaven? 

Stupid dream, anyway. The sun didn’t shine at all anymore. 

Back to the cave. Her rejection had hurt, Samson wasn’t too proud not to admit it. But her spunk excited him, the rough and tumble of it, the scramble — oh, how she writhed. Why don’t they all do that? Am I not paying them enough? When she was on top of him, with the dagger. She couldn’t tell through the armor, but he was rock hard under there. 

At least until he’d clapped his fist over her delicate knuckles and tried to force her hand. 

A door banged open; heavy footsteps followed. “General, I hate to disturb you, but we’ve urgent business to attend to. Are you— oh.”

Samson groaned and rolled over, knocking wayward bottles to the floor. The light was blinding. He thrust up a hand to shield it and cracked his achey, burning eyes. A blurry figure stood above his bed, or maybe two. 

He coughed. “Meredith?”

A pause. “Meredith’s dead, General.”

Fuck. “I mean — Mareth.” No, it was the Starkhaven idiot, better known as Rylen. “Where’s Mareth?” 

“You sent him back to the camp to fetch the rest of your things.” Rylen stood there, looking uncomfortable. “You don’t remember?” 

“Of course I remember.” Yes, it was coming back to him now. After the battle, they had quartered in the nearby keep of Comte de la Something. The Orlesian fop had been all too happy to lend General Samson the lord’s chambers, and his victorious battalion had taken up residence with him. 

Well, mostly victorious. 

Samson managed to get an arm on the featherbed beneath him and shoved himself into an upright position. More empty vials scattered. He was in nightshirt only, his other hand clutching the pride and joy of his creation to his stomach, crumpled into a ball. He unfurled the dress as surreptitiously as he could. It looked little worse for wear — a bit wrinkled, stained with sweat and the rest, but nothing a good laundering couldn’t fix. He brought it to his face and inhaled as the silky fabric caressed his cheek. It had smelled more like Thalia last night, but if he closed his eyes, he could make out the lingering notes of her scent. 

[mariacallous]

Controversial film director John Waters doesn’t find Drag Queen Story Hour offensive, rather he finds it funny.

The director behind gross out cult classics like the X-rated "Pink Flamingo" and 1988’s "Hairspray," weighed on conservatives’ objections to the recent cultural phenomenon of adults performing drag shows for children, some who are only toddlers.

In a recent interview with "The News & Observer," Waters conveyed his amusement with the idea.

Waters told the Raleigh, North Carolina outlet, "I just picture little Billy coming home from school and Dad saying, ‘How was school today?’ And he says ‘Oh, Little Miss Hot Mess taught me how to put on bottom lashes!’ Get it girl!"

Waters, whose own famous X-rated film features a drag performer eating dog feces on camera, also spoke about conservatives banning books, and his own run-ins with conservative outrage culture as someone who embraces the taboo side of things.

He told the outlet, "I built a career on being banned. Nowadays if they ban a book, it’s the best thing that can happen, because there are sections in bookshops — right up front, near the cash register — that say ‘banned books.’"

The director, who was given the nickname the "Pope of Filth" by The Baltimore Sun back in the earlier days of his career, was candid about his fascination with "extremes." He stated, "I’m not saying I believe in all the extremes, but I’m fascinated by them."

Mentioning his new spoken word show "End of the World" – which is currently on tour – Waters added, "That’s what my new show’s about, the extremes of things going wrong, and ‘Can anything ever go back to the way it was?’"

Explaining how he has avoided getting canceled even with his shocking filmography, the director claimed it’s all about not taking yourself too seriously. He stated, "If you stick around long enough and you make fun of yourself and you’re not mean-spirited – which I don’t think I’ve ever been, I make fun of things I love, and I think that’s why I don’t get canceled really."

He also told the paper that his movies are more than just being filthy or embracing taboos, that there is a discernable morality to them. He said, "There’s all sorts of universes, and there’s different rules in each one, but there is a right and wrong in each one."

First of all, Fox News misspelled "discernible".

Second of all, of course it's Drag Queen Story Time at libraries.

"the recent cultural phenomenon of adults performing drag shows for children, some who are only toddlers"

[elys1ium]

6 current favorite songs tag!

(Thxs for the tag @nightlydecaf)

1. Hot Mess by Friday Pilots Club

2. Love From the Other Side by fob

3. La Vida Es Una from the puss in boots movie bc the soundtrack slaPS

4. ダンスホール by Mrs. Green Apple

5. Do It All The Time by I don’t know how but they found me

6. Time in a Tree by Raleigh Ritchie

Anyone who wants to do this go for it!!

[blccmngs]

"You're making me rethink this whole thing," Raleigh commented with a roll of his eyes. Despite the little bit of muttering, there was a soft pink flush slowly spreading across his cheeks. "We don't know how romantic it's gonna be. It could be a hot mess when we actually get there."

"hang on, gotta get proof of this, no one will ever believe you actually asked me out to a valentines day thing." he held up the flyer, in front of the other, then took out his phone and took a quick snap of them. "and yes, i would love to go to it with you. i love free booze and romance."

[measuringbliss]

Looks and Confrontations ~ A Mediocre Pacific Rim Meta

For once, I talk about Mako and Raleigh for a bit! Don't worry, Newt's never too far though...

To me, one memorable scene of Pacific Rim is when Mako sees Raleigh undressing and can't take his eyes off him for a few seconds. Their eyes cross, then Mako, ashamed, quickly closes the door to her room... but she still peeps at him, as he sighs and closes the door to his own room.

Now, you probably see this as an inversion of the male gaze, and rightly so. It would have been easy, mindless to include a scene where Mako instead is the one being peeped at by Raleigh. However, not only is Mako observing Raleigh, but Raleigh confronts her. It's wordless, but he looks at her, and they both acknowledge that in this moment, she dominates him (she's looking at him and she's also fully clothed, while Raleigh is bare-chested, thus, vulnerable). She sees his scars, and of course the lighting admirably accentuates his features.

By confronting Mako, Raleigh also confronts the viewer. He claims his right to privacy. But here's the thing: he's a character. And to Mako, someone she has to study. In both cases, he's objectified. And Mako and us both want to see more of Raleigh, metaphorically just as concretely speaking.

The Jaegers, meanwhile, rehumanize the characters. They need to put on a suit (diminishes the objectification) and are necessary for the Jaegers to function; their humanity is their strength. This is just a brief aside.

Looks also matter to Newt. He's putting on a front, deliberately for Raleigh (and the viewer), to gauge him (and us, similarly to Ralegh himself in the scene mentioned above). His chill, carefree attitude is a front in PR1, more subtly so than in PRU. His outfit is voluntarily casualized, with his rolled up sleeves--it's about performance. He wants to see how Raleigh reacts to his Kaiju tattoos; he complies to the imagined regulations with a somewhat professional-looking outfit, but he clearly expresses his distate for rules by making this outfit *his*. Once again: rolled up sleeves (casual), tattoos (unprofessional, especially of the thing you're trying to eradicate), postures and phrasing (and glasses, they often signify a character has something to hide).

And then in PRU, it's not just about analyzing and provoking a reaction: it becomes downright about dissimulation. Hiding his true self. Going corporate means getting a nice suit, but it's a shade of red, provoking, passionate, dangerous, peculiar. He wears an Elvis ring because, he said it himself before, he's a rock star. And the shades are important. In PR1, we see him with one eye red and one eye normal (whatever color that is, I'm bad with eye colors) in a moment of weakness, after being traumatized physically and mentally by drifting with a Kaiju brain. PR1!Newt performs, but also gets bared by external circumstances (the Drift, the rain that tidies his hair, the ugly sides of his personality that show themselves during the Hong Kong battle...); in PRU, who sees Newt bared?

The audience. The audience with hindsight, specifically. Oh, Hermann also sees him, but that's after "Newt" acknowledges something is absolutely wrong with himself. But the audience sees and can rewatch every precious moment where Newt shows weakness. Meanwhile, Hermann completely misses or dismisses them, just as everyone else in the movie, until it's too late.

Also obviously Newt always wears layers and layers, that's standard costuming right there (with the dragon on his back only appearing when he goes full aggro, symbolizing his Kaiju allegeance).

Oh, and look!

Newt and a Kaiju looking at each other. Poetry! How could anyone say this movie is bad? /s

I guess you could write an entire book about looks in PR; the way the both movies look (PR1: hyper-saturated, widescreen, picture always clear; PRU: desaturated aside from electronic screens, cinematographic, characters are constantly against the light), the way characters dress (PR1!Newt's performance VS Stacker's strictly professional, official attire; Amara and Jake's streetwise outfits; Tendo's quirky sophistication VS Hermann's boring, unimaginative looks), I just found that those two scenes came to my mind and wanted to write a bit about them, about how they're interesting on a narrative level (adding personality to Mako; mirroring PR1!Newt's "I wanna see a real live Kaiju" to the Mega Kaiju telling Newt he should stay in his lane, which is funny because as it is, both Kaijus and PRU!Newt are just servants of the Precursors, they're on the same level, their level of theoretical damage and their discretion being the two main differences between them) and also on a meta level (upsetting the assumed male gaze; asking the shippers yearning for more Newt content if it was really worth it--which, yes, obviously, thank God this movie exists, how else would I procrastinate).

I guess technically I could also have talked about the Alice scene. Newt *is* gazing at her, while she's presumably naked and powerless. But also, uh, she's a Kaiju brain, so, you know.

this is me kissing y'all good night

[mvalentine]

Who did she rebound with queen? Was it anyone we know?

What was lanas reaction to Ethan making a move after the chicken? Was she disappointed when he broke another promise and didn't bring her any 🙊

oh my god i- hsjsksks ok so before i started writing and just had random oph thoughts floating around my head all day (and when i say all day, i mean all day) i always imagined lana rebounded with..... raleigh.

yep. like the raleigh carerra. except not really.

so i basically hc that he’s the same exact raleigh except he’s not famous but just has super rich, super fucked up parents and is basically your quintessential rich bad boy with horrible parents and a rebellious streak. so basically, he wounds up in edenbrook after crashing daddy’s yatch and basically, they hit it off. i haven’t thought of every little detail but yeah.

and omfg, they get along so. goddamn. well. like, they’re both very wild and impulsive and they bring that out in one another. i have this little idea where they always go to this superrr shitty gelato place where this old guy who can barely hear works and they have to repeat their order like a hundred times and the gelato is absolute shite but they go there cause it’s the first place they went the first time they ever got drunk together.

but there’s also depth to their relationship. lana doesn’t open to people easily, like at all, but she finds herself opening to raleigh, just like she did ethan. and he opens up to her. and ugh, on so many levels, raleigh is more well-matched for her than ethan. except, she doesn’t love him.

she knows she doesn’t love him. when he kisses her, when they have sex, she knows, deep deep down, who she’s truly in love with, who’s constantly at the back of her mind, haunting her every thought, invading every goddamn corner of her mind. but she tries to fool herself into believing that all she needs is time, time to get over him, and so she ignores the problem once again. that is until, bryce tells her that raleigh came to him for help and to find a way to officially ask lana out.

and man oh man, sirens start going off. loud ones. it’s when she fully realizes the weight of what she’s done, how she’s made someone fall for her, when the feeling just isn’t reciprocated. even though she so badly wishes it were. so she breaks it off. the day he’s going to ask her, she breaks it off. yikes. one of the biggest regrets of her life - he had become her best friend, her confidant, and she had just broken his heart in two.

also thank you @beckaroo & @itlivesinmorella for indulging me in this idea love y’all 😁😁😁

also ohhhhh, lana would kiss him, consequences be damned. hurt be damned. she’s very impulsive and god, she’s missed him. so yeah she’d kiss him and try to actively avoid the voice in her head telling her that the ‘we’ll talk later’ is all a lie.

ohhhh the chicken lmaooo she’d probably tease him like ‘where’s my chicken? where’s the chicken you promised me ramsey?’ until one day he just put the damn thing infront of her and they have a nice little lunch together hsjsjsk

[dxvilmanlev]

Hey shortcake! Can I get a nsfw Raleigh with the prompt “ it's hot when you talk back “ with fem reader thank you !

Hi hi! yes of course! <3

“It’s hot when you talk back.”

Rayleigh x fem Reader

Warnings: slight dacraphillia and dumbification if you squint, creampie, possible age gap? if you want there to be

N/SFW Minors DNI

Word Count: 642

“What?” You asked.

“Nothing.” Rayleigh simply said.

“No, no it’s something, what is it?” You questioned.

“Really sweetheart, it’s nothing.” Rayleigh reassured.

You sighed, looking him in the eye. “Spit it out.”

“Fine, I watched you talk back to that bartender and well..” Rayleigh smirked. “It’s hot when you talk back.”

“You’re unbelievable.” You laughed.

“I’m serious.” Rayleigh stood up, pulling you closer to him.

“You’re kinda hot when you're needy.” You stated.

“Mind joining me in the bedroom then?” He asked, a sly smile on his face.

“Lead the way.” You smile, taking his hand and following behind him.

Reaching the bedroom, Rayleigh shut the door behind him, then pushing you down onto the bed. Kissing you passionately, his hands roamed up and underneath your shirt, squeezing your breasts. You moaned, allowing him to slide his tongue past your lips.

He pulled away to lift your shirt off, his lips attaching to your nipple. You grind your hips into his, feeling his hard on against your clothed heat. He groaned, playfully and softly biting your nipple. Kissing down your stomach he reached the hem of your pants, slowly dragging them down along with your underwear.

“Rayleigh..” You whined, wanting to feel him touch you.

“Be patient, my dear.” He said, throwing your clothes to the floor, then striping himself of his clothes.

You watched as he undressed, admiring his body. He noticed your gaze, smirking to himself.

“Like what you see?” He asked, leaning over you.

You nodded, hands roaming up and down his chest. He chuckled at you, leaning down to kiss your neck. Grinding into you, he groaned against your ear. His hand reached between you two, to rub your clit. He pushed two fingers into your wet core.

“So wet, who's the needy one now.” Rayleigh smirked at you.

You just whined, grinding into his fingers. Once Rayleigh thought you were ready, he pulled out his fingers, licking them.

“So perfect.” He said, kissing you as he lined himself up with your entrance.

He thrusted inside you, causing you to moan.

“So.. big..” You cried out.

He smiled at you, starting at a slow and steady pace. He knew how big he was, so he was always careful with you, not wanting to hurt you. Rayleigh always loved how dumb he could fuck you, the way you drool and cry as he starts thrusting faster into you.

You were always so good, sucking him back in, and the way you would tighten around him so deliciously. Sitting up, Rayleigh grabbed your thighs, keeping them apart as he split you open with his cock.

“You always look so pretty, when getting fucked.” Rayleigh said, watching how your tits bounced with each harsh thrust.

You were a moaning mess underneath him, cheeks covered in tears of pleasure, and drool seeping past the corners of your mouth. Small hands roamed his body once again, finding their way around his neck, pulling him into a kiss.

“Gonna cum..” You whined, between kisses.

“Me too, darling.” Rayleigh said, moving one of your legs to rest on the bed, still holding the other above his shoulder.

The new angle caused him to go deeper. You moaned out his name, feeling that familiar knot burst as you came around his cock.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” Rayleigh groaned. His thrusts started getting sloppy, until he came to a stop, cumming inside of you. You moaned feeling his warm cum fill you up. Slowly he pulled out, kissing you softly, before laying down next to you.

“I guess I should talk back more often.” You joked.

He laughed, pulling you close to him. “I guess so, but if you talk back to me, I might not go as easy.”

“Don’t tempt me, Silvers Rayleigh.” You smiled up at him, giving him a soft peck on the lips.

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I knock and wait for Josiah’s deep baritone telling me to enter. He sits behind his desk, eyes trained on the laptop in front of him. He doesn’t look up, but keeps typing. The silence persists, stretches to awkwardness, so I drop into one of the armchairs in the center of the room along with a sofa and coffee table, and set my purse on the floor.

“Harvey’s on his way,” he says, still not looking away from the screen. “His last meeting ran a few minutes over, but he’ll be here soon.”

“Oh. Sure. Great.”

I run damp palms over my legs, the jeans smooth and cool beneath my hands. Fidgety and looking for something to do, I tighten my topknot. I got box braids last weekend because I was tired of messing with my hair. This morning they’re studded with a few gold cuffs scattered throughout the strands. All in all, I feel pretty. And confident, and I won’t be shook by the pissy mood Josiah seems to have saved just for me. Finally, he closes the laptop and walks over to the sitting area. I study my nails, taking my turn to ignore him.

“I like the braids.”

Surprised, I glance up to find him sitting on the arm of the leather sofa across from me. I didn’t expect him to say anything personal. Definitely not about my appearance. When I meet his eyes, they’re cool like they’ve been for weeks, and his face remains unreadable.

“Thanks.” I scour my mind for something else to say. Gone are the days when I couldn’t get the words out to him fast enough. We’d watch couples eating dinner in absolute silence and promise each other that would never be us.

“Um, did you see Deja’s report card?” I ask.

“Yeah.” He frowns. “I can’t believe she got a C in English.”

“It used to be her best subject. It’s not just the grade itself, but I worry she’s spending too much time on social media.”

“I think she’ll find the balance without us having to come down hard. Your relationship with her is already strained enough and—”

“Strained?” I ask, my voice dropping to a quiet warning.

“You’ve said that yourself, Yas.” He crosses his stupid muscular arms

across his stupid broad chest. “Let’s not fight over how we need to handle things with Day. Have you given any more thought to Kassim playing football?”

“You mean since I said never when you asked last time? No. Besides, he has soccer.”

“He really wants to play football too.”

“A kid can really want a lot of things that aren’t good for him, like literally ramming his brain into a brick wall over and over again and risking his life, his mind, for what? A game? With all that’s come out about CTE, I just don’t think it’s worth the risk. Lots of parents aren’t doing football anymore.”

“Don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic? I played football. Preach played. Theo’s playing.”

“I love Preach, but him letting Theo play doesn’t mean a damn thing to me. What he and Liz decide for their kids has no bearing on what we decide for ours. Kassim has barely mentioned football to me.”

“He hasn’t mentioned it,” he returns with obvious stretched patience, “because he loves you and he doesn’t want to displease you, but he asks me almost daily.”

“Of course, because you’re the cool parent.”

“Well, I’m not the one who says no to everything because I’m too scared or too uptight to allow my kids some freedom to make their own decisions.”

“How dare you!”

I surge to my feet, unable to stay seated one more second. I need to move, let this anger circulate, or it will clog in my veins. My steps eat up the space separating us, and before I know it, I’m right in front of him, standing in the vee of his powerful legs. The air sizzles with a lightning strike, sudden and hot and dangerous. Unpredictable. I should take shelter, but I don’t step back. His expression remains inscrutable, the stark beauty of his face unaffected, but his breathing deepens. In response, my breasts rise and fall with the struggle to draw breath as the air between us thickens. This close, his presence overwhelms me and my deprived senses devour him. The way his cologne mingles with his unique male scent. The hardness of his jaw at war with the sensual curve of his mouth. The heat his big body radiates, even at rest, surrounds me.

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Is he still attracted to me too?

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[rockthistowninsideout]

Comfort tag game! Thank you @a-christmas-saint! Comfort is really what I need at the moment.

Comfort movie: Pacific Rim, From Up On Poppy Hill, Kiki’s Delivery Service (most Ghibli films really), Pride And Prejudice (2005)

Comfort food: most pastas, especially the “GDR”-one with just eggs, ham, butter and cheese; chocolate ice cream

Comfort show: Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries, In Aller Freundschaft - Die jungen Ärzte, Lukas

Comfort clothing: my sleeveless short dress with a cherry pattern in summer, my sweater dress in winter, my two blue sweaters that I dubbed “Raleigh Becket memorial sweaters”

Comfort song:I Am The Fire by Halestorm to bring back confidence (all time); Me Because Of You by The Faim, Touch The Sky/Fearless by Malinda, Hot Mess By Thundermother (subject to change)

Comfort book: anything by Morgan Matson but most importantly Amy & Roger’s Epic Detour, City of Dreaming Books by Walter Moers, Life And Times Of The Thunderbolt Kid by Bill Bryson

Comfort games: the Awakening series by Boomzap

Tagging @citrus-cactus because you’re an old friend, @itsmefaust because you’re showing up in my notes nearly everyday even though you’re pretty new on here, and everybody else who wants to have a go!

[becausethathappens]

Spare Change

4k - college - Link is furious, so Rhett tries to calm him down.

For @peachworthy​ and anyone else who thinks swearing is hot.

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Link is mad.

Link is pacing.

Rhett tries to help.

“Why don’t you just scream into a pillow, like you always do?” Rhett offers.

“I did that!” Link cries. He makes a show of going over and doing it again. Rhett can’t help his instinct to recoil at seeing his friend yell like that. 

Link’s car has been towed. Link can’t go on a date with the girl he’s been trying to court all week. 

On top of that: Link doesn’t have a credit card (all he’s got is cash) and it says right on the tow sign they don’t deal in it. Somehow Link missed the whole thing, the first time around, when he parked wrong or whatever. But now going to have to borrow his Mama’s card just to get the truck out of impound. 

All this and he still has to cancel on his date tonight.

“I didn’t even see a line!” he yells again, recounting the events that have unfolded. “How am I supposed to take their word for it without a picture, either! And like I said, if you can’t see the line, how are you gonna know when you’ve crossed it?!” he decries.

They’ve towed his car because he parked outside the student residential boundary lines on the main street. Everyone knows this is how the city of Raleigh makes most it’s coin. Shoving parking tickets on unsuspecting co-eds.

Link never thought they’d tow his freaking car, though.

Well, his truck. To be specific.

He feels stifled, cornered, and hot. Very hot. His skin is boiling, red and he wants to punch the pillow he’s just released after screaming into it. 

His only permanent means of escape.

At least, unless he borrows Rhett's car.

“I can’t believe they wouldn’t even give me a warning! Or wait five minutes! I was only in rec center for ten minutes picking up freakin’ — these freakin’ things,” Link spits the words as he picks up and tosses the flowers back down on his desk.

They’re rumpled, now, with his tense hold and actions. Rhett gets up and fidgets with them, trying to smooth the foliage back into the nice shape it started in.

“Link, it’s okay, Lindsey is gonna understand,” Rhett explains.

“It’s not — it’s — there’s — why’s it always —  I’M SO MAD!” Link ends with, apoplectic and beyond any other way to articulate it.

“That’s okay!” Rhett tells him, since he has every right to be upset. 

“I...! Ughhhh!”  He walks over and bangs his right Reebok heel against the closet door once for good measure.

It makes a noisy sound as it bends at the overhead slide hinge that keeps it on track. Link kicks it again, seeming pleased with the audible response from the wood bending and cracking loudly in the room, like a smack to the face.

“Link!” Rhett reprimands, sure that they’ll be in trouble with their resident advisor for damaging property if Link keeps it up. 

“I’m sorry, I just! I just wanna — ‘s just been one thing after another, this year!” Link growls, continuing his pacing and returning to the wooden door again. “I’m just so — so — ARRGH!” Link fumes and before Rhett can jump up to intervene, he watches his friend punch the door.

“FFF—reak! Dang it!” Link screams.

Rhett watches, eyes wide.

“Shit!” Link yells as it hits. It gives with a loud, snap-crack and Rhett’s mouth makes a perfect “o” in reaction. 

Link’s hand goes to his mouth catching his own language. “Shit!” he cries again like he can’t stop, muffled by his hand. 

Afterwards, he’s panting and Rhett is left standing to the side staring in a bit of awe. He didn’t know Link had that in him, to be honest. “Shit, there’s a hole!” Link exclaims.

Their eyes both guiltily dart to the half-filled swear jar on Link’s desk. Usually he’s the one keeping after Rhett for saying “Hell!” or “Damn!”

Although Rhett’s said all the bad words, at some point or another, it is unlike either of them to spew out a ton of foul language in a string as Link has. 

“Swear jar?” Rhett says, mostly in question. He can tell Link’s much madder than the other times they’ve punished each other for cursing. His willingness to let it go is rife in his tone, but Link shakes his head, madder at himself for having swore and willing to pay the price.

He saunters over to his backpack and finds his wallet. “No, no, I earned it.” He tsks himself as he pulls out a few singles and strides over to the jar, tipping them in.

“You overpaid, there, bo,” Rhett advises, watching the bills settle. It was a quarter a word and Link put in three dollars. 

“‘S for the door,” Links says, shrugging. “I don’t know what the Hell I ‘s thinkin’!”

He closes his eyes. “And for that Hell, too,” he adds. “And that one!” He throws his hands up. “ARRgh!”

“Link!” Rhett yells as he slots another single dollar bill, adding to the overpayment, but cushioning the extra curses all the same. “Link, it’s — you — it’s fine!”

“It’s not fine!” Link yells. “I’m screwed. And now I’m cursing like a sailor watchin’ my favorite football team lose the playoffs!”

Rhett makes a face. “What, we talkin’ the Army-Navy game, or what?”

“Damn it, Rhett!” Link snarls. Then he closes his eyes and makes a face at his own words. “Damn it, Rhett!” He paces around, throwing his hands back around, gesticulating. “I feel like I’m trapped in some sick dirty mouth loop!”

“That sounds… why does that sound worse than the cursing?” Rhett says, joking. “Maybe you should add another dollar?”

Link sighs, dramatically, and does so. 

“Link, I was — you don’t have to actually — Link, it’s okay!” Rhett stammers out, eyes bright. He comes at Link with his hand out, like he’s asking to be heard out. “You had a horrible day, you should be allowed to vent a little!”

“Vent a little?!” Link shoots back. “I put a hole in the door!”

“Yeah, okay, maybe that wasn’t your finest moment, but you’re pissed!” Rhett explains. “I get it!”

Link throws his hands up as if to say, at least there’s that and not much else.

“You should get a pass.”

“A pass?” Link questions.

“Yeah, just for tonight.” Rhett puts his hands on his hips. “You already paid for a week’s worth of curses with my exchange rate,” Rhett jokes. 

Rhett didn’t curse much, but all the other money in the jar was his. Link’s never so much as taken the Lord’s name in vain before.

Link spares a sidelong glance and hustles back over to his backpack to return his wallet. 

“Go ahead, man, you’ve earned it. Blow off some steam!” Rhett advises.

“So, you just want me to start cursing?” Link asks, joking with a touch of condescension. “Like some — some degenerate?”

“Degenerate?” Rhett asks, laughing. “Who said anything about being a degenerate?”

“That’s who curses, Rhett!”

Rhett looks Link over and decides to try and get his mind off what’s eating him by messing with him. His favorite pastime. 

“You should say the ‘F’ word, Link,” Rhett urges, suddenly, overcome with the desire to corrupt Link. He’s a bit ashamed of it, but another side of him insists that it would be hilarious to see Link snap and start saying filthy things, even for just one night. 

Hearing him say Shit! is enough to get Rhett interested in hearing more.

Link frowns. “Fornicate?”

Rhett smirks. “Yeah, but the bad version.”

Link’s eyes go wide. “Rhett!” he puts a hand to his chest, finally settling on a posture that indicates he’s nearly at his wit’s end. Rhett beams at him. 

This is as much about teasing Link to take a night off being Mr. Perfect as it is about Rhett noticing that Link screaming Shit! also did a lot to calm him down. If he curses more, maybe he’ll feel better altogether. Plus, as established, Rhett found it hilarious to watch unfold.

In his opinion, it’s certainly worth a shot.

“C’mon, Link — let one rip!” Rhett teases and Link’s brows furrow.

Unfortunately, Rhett’s efforts to cheer him up are doing the opposite for his mood in the meantime. Link looks actively annoyed at the supposition.

“Will you please — ? We’ve established I’m having a terrible enough night as it is and I don’t need your added bull —” Link stops, then goes silent off at Rhett’s delighted expression.

“My what?” Rhett teases more. “My bullshit?”

Link’s eyes flick to the jar. Rhett makes a show of grabbing a quarter from his laundry money holder on his own desk and walking over to put it in the jar. 

“Yeah, that,” Link bullies. 

“Well, too dang bad, Link,” Rhett says, splaying his arms wide and taking in that Link is at least partly distracted from his terrible night, even while he spoke of it. “Rules are that so long as I pay up, I’m fine.”

Link huffs.

“This is —” Link starts, voice rising again in agitation.

“Uh, huh,” Rhett encourages.

“You’re such a —” Link begins and ends. Rhett’s eyebrows and eyes both dart up then turn crooked, waiting for any addition to that comment, but it never arrives.

Link starts pacing again, faster, back and forth between the dorm beds and their door. 

Rhett merely nods, waiting for more.

Finally, something in Link stops him in his tracks. Whether it’s the constant grinning nods from Rhett to egg him on, the long itinerary of Bad Things that keep on Happening, or just that Link is filled with an urge to punch the closet door again and he knows he can’t do that. 

So, he snaps, “IT IS BULLSHIT!” full volume at Rhett.

Rhett’s head nods even more swiftly, taking a deeper path up and down, like he’s bobbing over steady waves to stay afloat.

“IT’S ALL BULLSHIT!” Link repeats at the same charged decibel.

Rhett still nods more, as if to tell him to elaborate further, but Link’s anger stagnates his thinking. He just wants to keep screaming that, so he does. “IT’S ALL SUCH BULLSHIT!”

“Yeah, it is!” Rhett calls back at him, like he’s cheering him on in the stands.

“And you?!” Rhett puts a hand on his own chest as if to answer silently who me? Link’s, fired up again and pointing in Rhett’s direction. “You don’t get to have fun with this, you’re — you’re just as bad!”

“YEAH! I AM!” Rhett calls out, uncaring about being thrown into the mix as well.

“When you drove us to the rec center last weekend, we double-parked with our hazards on and took twice as long!”

Rhett exclaims, “We did!” in agreement.

“ASSHOLE!” Link yells at him.

Rhett nods. 

Link tears his fingers through his hair, overwhelmed at how out of hand his words have gotten, so quickly. His eyes stray back to the swear jar where he knows he has at least a few words to go. Disturbing though the thought, he considers also that he has more money in his wallet. 

He knows how far he’s strayed, already, from that change in priorities alone. When he looks back at Rhett, who is still giddy, waiting for him to say more, he gives up. 

“Fuck,” he mutters, in absolution.

Rhett gasps. 

He’s been waiting for Link to say that, most of all, and is shocked by how quickly they’ve arrived there. Hearing it spoken so casually, on top of it all.

“Fuck,” Link repeats again, in surprise that the word actually tumbled out of his mouth so smoothly.

“I don’t even think I’ve ever hardly thought that word before, let alone said it, now I can’t f — fuck, now I can’t stop!” Link growls at Rhett, furious at his role in what feels like a downfall.

Rhett is still aghast. His mind racing. 

He’s been waiting for the delivery and is amazed to hear Link actually do it. His mind has been picturing this as a funny joke, but Link is just standing there, mad, yelling fuck, again and again, accusatory. Rightly so. 

Rhett knows he drove Link to this, in part for his own amusement, but it doesn’t feel funny at all anymore. His cheeks feel warm.

Link’s face reddens further at Rhett’s lack of response. 

He gets up in Rhett’s face and Rhett feels himself start to back up so quickly he nearly stumbles to sit on the bed. He needs to concede this fight because it’s clear there’s a lot more pent up anger than he’s realized inside Link. 

He thinks back to the door and looks around. That did calm him briefly, but surely he can’t just punch the door again. “You should yell,” Rhett ekes out the next best thing. What Link shouted after the punch. “Yell it.”

He means the f-word, still. The way Link is saying it, it feels immoral to be saying it, too.

“FUCK!” Link yells, at his continued badgering, whether it’s in fulfillment of his request or not, Rhett couldn’t say. His body shudders in fear at how loud and direct an outburst that was.

Now, he’s worried their dorm mates are going to think they’re in an all-out fight. Rhett’s eyes scan the bed and he grabs a pillow. “Yell into this,” he offers, handing the pillow over.

Link, still looking annoyed, takes the pillow. He shoves his face against it and screams, “FUCK!” at what must be the very top of his lungs.

Rhett has to brace himself against the top bunk. He’s waiting for the punchline. 

It still hasn’t come.

Link, meanwhile, has pulled his bright red face from the pillow and takes in air in pants, looking over at Rhett. Rhett is sure he’s never looked so tough, so masculine, so — Rhett’s stomach lurches.

He knows that can’t be healthy. To consider any of those traits as a burly or cool, but he’s too concerned with why they’re making his insides tingle to interrogate it much for himself.

He offers to take the pillow back and Link hands it to him. Instead of putting it on the bed, Rhett holds it in his hands. He’s speechless, he thinks, but his head is pounding too hard to know why his mind directs him to his next request. Muscle memory, perhaps. 

Normally, Rhett would wrestle with Link until he got the anger out, but that feels absolutely impossible to initiate right now. With Link this mad, somehow Rhett worries that even being bigger and heavier, Link would find a way to win that match, looking as livid as he does.

 “Um,” Rhett starts, unable to figure out what more to say, now that Link’s gone through all that. He holds up the pillow. “Punch this,” Rhett says, not thinking about the fact that said pillow is still in his grip. He’s more focused on the mental image of sweaty, angry Link punching things again.

It’s what helped him relieve tension before, after all.

So, he pushes the pillow forward again, centering it where Link can take an easy swing in the middle and miss Rhett’s hands entirely, and waits for Link to make a move.

Soon, Link does swing, deftly, landing a soft punch on the object with a huff. Rhett can see some of the tension lock up and release from his shoulders. It’s not gone, but it must be helping. Rhett knows shooting hoops when he’s pissed always did the trick.

Link then punches again, firmer, this time, shouting, “Fuck!” along with his movements.

Then again, then a third and fourth time, until the pillow gives way and flies back towards the chair behind where Rhett stands. “Shit!” Link calls, watching it settle on the desk chair to their right. 

Rhett considers that is likely to keep happening, once Link builds back to that momentum, so he turns back and squares up. He holds a palm out behind another palm. He doesn’t ask, but Link can tell he’s being told to punch into Rhett’s open hand like it’s a boxing or pitching warm-up.

Link pulls back and slams his fist into Rhett’s palm. The taller of the two staggers back, but doesn't flinch. He puts his hand back in the same spot waiting for another. Link gives just as hard again. 

On the third hit, Rhett finally falters. The sting of the punch is too much for him to let on as harmless, when he waves his hands around the air to ease the throb. He grabs a throw blanket and drapes it two or three times around his upper chest, then motions for Link to aim there instead. 

Link gets a good hit in and Rhett is sure this way is going to last even less than his naked hand did, but he has to try to keep at it. Link is so angry, but he looks so good hitting like this, like he could star in a cologne ad or work at Abercrombie & Fitch at the mall. Rhett has to let him get the tension out. 

That’s Rhett’s job as his best friend.

Eventually, the pain is too much and he needs a break. Rhett puts a hand up in pause and sits himself on the bottom bunk and waits for Link to say something. They’re both panting with the same amount of exertion they use when they wrestle, but they still have all their clothes on.

For some reason, Rhett’s mind takes note of that.

He realizes he’s been staring at Link when Link starts to return the gaze. “Why’re you looking at me like that?” Link asks. 

Rhett blushes. “Like what?” He can’t see his face to know.

“Like I’m a sideshow exhibit,” Link tells him, throwing his hands back up in derision. “Or — or, I don’t know a piece of undercooked meat, almost.”

“What?” Rhett asks, blanching.

“Like you’re sizing me up to fight,” Link clarifies. 

Fight — Rhett considers. Quite the opposite. His mind thought Link meant piece of meat — to bite. Which sent a chill up his spine. “I-I wasn’t…”

“You were!” Link says, still crackling with tension. Rhett doesn’t have any part of his body to absorb it, any longer, he feels useless to help.

“Link…” Rhett starts to say, looking up at Link. Link still has an arm on the top bunk but now he’s leaning down a little, friendly but threatening, and Rhett’s insides start to turn over in knots. 

“You want to pound me, admit it!” Link says, impatiently.

“What?!” Rhett replies, stunned.

“You,” Link says, pointing at Rhett. “Want to pound me,” he starts only to stop and point at himself. “It’s clear as day on your face.”

“What?!” Rhett yells at him. 

“You want to pound me, Rhett. You’re so predictable,” Link elaborates, plainly. “Go ahead!”

Rhett’s eyes nearly bug out of his head. “Link, I-I…” Rhett trails off, his face blotchy and drawn.

“C’mon,” Link begs, leaning forward down at Rhett, taunting him. “Hit me!”

Rhett registers his words, understanding finally that he means to physically fight him, not to pound him as in fuck him. In Rhett’s defense, that word has been thrown around pretty casually for the first time ever and he’s racing to keep up with everything Link is doing.

Unfortunately, Rhett comes to this conclusion after he’s already leaned upwards and started kissing Link on the mouth. 

Once he’s there, realizing the grave error he’s made, he breaths a huff of air in humility as he feels Link’s mouth open in turn. Then Link’s tongue darts out to push into his. 

As the wet tip bursts in and out, rapidly, and Rhett contemplates that it’s like Link is still hitting him, in this tiny only-in-his-mouth kind of way. So, maybe Link was right and he did want to pound him but only via the mouth. Since it also felt so good, Rhett starts returning the kiss, rapid pace, and pulling Link closer. 

Link groans under his guidance, but it’s a good groan. Link rests a thigh over each of Rhett’s and sinks back on his knees, sitting over Rhett, as they continue to twist tongues. Rhett doesn’t know what to do with his hands, so he moves them around to Link’s back and they naturally drift towards gripping his ass while he holds him.

Link moans into his mouth at the feeling.

Eventually, Link pulls back, leaning so there’s enough space to speak his shock. 

“Fuck, Rhett,” Link mutters. Rhett feels his dick throb and thrust up towards Link’s lap as he shifts. Rhett’s not sure when he got this hard, but it suddenly feels like he has a steel rod stuffed down his sweats. “What are we doing?” Link breathes out. “Was that — were we just kissin’? What the Hell is going on?” Link questions, desperate and aroused.

Rhett humps up another time and Link keens at the sensation. 

“I think my body just wanted to help relieve the tension of, uh, you know, all that anger and — " Rhett starts to explain, but he’s helpless to the feeling of Link rolling around in his lap and generating even more friction between their overlapping arousal. “Guess it preferred the idea of this over punching you.”

Link rocks his hips and giggles through his own enjoyment as he watches Rhett squirm. “I’m a little biased, but yeah,” Link says, grinding down more. “This does beat a punch in the face, I’ll give you that.”

They’re both panting and rubbing on each other more before Rhett reaches down to touch Link. “Honestly, I think I could —” Link says, grinding with extra effort in a way that makes Rhett feel Link’s erection evidently as it presses against his midsection. He grinds back into that area specifically.

“Yeah, same,” Rhett agrees, circling his hips in time with Link’s.

Nothin’ like some good old dry humping, for what ails ‘ya, he figures. 

Link leans down and either forgetting his initial shock or abandoning it, he captures Rhett’s mouth in another kiss. 

Before long, they start gasping for air from one another’s open mouths while their faces stay pressed together but not kissing, as they grind harder and harder where they sit. 

Rhett reaches a hand down and fondles them both at once, rubbing his sweats against Link’s khakis. Link throws his head back in pleasure. “Feel better?” he asks, hoping this has been as erotic and pleasurable for Link as it has been for him.

“Oh, shit, Rhett, yeah,” Link moans, waist canting in time with Rhett’s motions. While gripping Link’s ass, Rhett’s moved his right hand up his back to steady him with how harsh the kisses are, each time. The hand that moved to Link’s back has stayed under his tank and drifts to his front. Rhett feels around for a nipple and squeezes once when it finds purchase. 

“Oh, fuck, yeah, just like that, oh my God, fuck, FUCK!” Link bellows out, suddenly aware that Rhett is sucking kisses into his jaw and throat as his other hand, the one not on the nipple, still squeezes his ass.

“I’m gonna — I can’t stop — I’m about to,” Link begins several attempts to warn Rhett, but comes before he can finish or Rhett can respond.

Rhett’s eyes go fully wide again, in amazement, feeling Link’s dick throb and spurt laid against his own. It’s enough added heat and friction that he feels his own orgasm begin to crest unexpectedly. He hasn’t come that quick in years. Maybe ever.

Link pants through his come down, but doesn’t move to get off Rhett right away. They both remain still, clutching each other as they sit tangled limb over limb. 

“D-Did we just have sex?” Link asks, mortified, but still draped over Rhett.

“Technically,” Rhett confirms. “But it was non-penetrative, so we’re still good, I think.”

“Oh, okay, yeah,” Link says back, his eyes far off. 

“You sure that’s okay?” Rhett asks, looking for Link to meet his gaze and assure him that is.

He does, but he speaks his mind, to clarify anything not given away by his crooked grin. “No, I was askin’ ‘cause I wanna do it again.”

Rhett’s eyes light up.

“A lot,” Link explains. 

“Fuck,” Rhett moans, softly, brushing a thumb to Link’s lower lip. 

He joins their mouths again.

Link cuts the kiss short, with a hand between them, however, and gives Rhett a stern look. Rhett knows in that moment and any proceeding it, he’ll do anything Link asks of him. 

Rhett’s glazed eyes spin focus to Link’s face again to figure out what that will be this time. Link nods his head towards the half-empty jar on his desk. 

“Pay up.”

[fantasy-fields-bitty-center]

Fnaf bitty Raleigh (R/Robotic)

Model: 1.0

Version: OG(Toy)

Size: 8 inches tall(Micro) 3'6 Feet Tall (Mini), 6'6 Feet Tall (Fullsize), 9'6 Feet Tall (Bara)

Personality: Strong willed, energetic, outgoing, protective, stubborn,

Likes: Cleaning, the cold, playing in snow, watching snow,

Dislikes: Hot climates, messes, dirty instruments, being alone,

Compatibility: They do well any kind of household, though they are more used to smaller and tightly knit families, but they can also easily get along with aggressive bitties,

Raleigh bitties are made more for the cold and can easily overheat when its hot out,

They are very tall and strong, easily able to hike through the snow!

They are often found polishing their instrument of choice when they are bored or have nothing to do,

Additional info: Only spot wash with disinfectant whips, or remove suit to clean, do not remove suit without permission,

For charging a large, long, cord is provided, able to be plugged into the wall with an adapter or a small solar powered generator that is also provided, bitties can go a month without charge but daily charging is preferable, as after a day or two, depending of the bitty, they must go into a power saving mode and must use their reserves, and they will be very sluggish until a proper recharging takes place,

Performances: Playing string instruments(normally a type of smaller wind instrument), dancing,

In Universe: Raleigh bitties are seen as very beginner friendly bitties,

Difficulty: Beginner

Features: Is a reindeer, grayish brown fur with white chest, inner thights, under tail, and inner ears, black snout and hands/feet,

[camtankerous]

for the ask meme, newt, hermann, and Pentecost

I already did newt so this one will be hermann and pentecost!

Hermann

First impression: absolutely stuffy, full of himself, self righteous bastard of a man

Impression now: the same thing but affectionate and also he cares so so deeply about newt its almost nauseating. Also hes got HELLA issues

Favorite moment: the deleted scene in the elevator when he salutes raleigh and pentecost and newt tells him to put his hand down, its so funny

Idea for a story: ohhh i have a very sad wip i cant bring myself to finish about hermann, being the man that made connecting to jeagers possible, working closely with jaeger pilots after the PPDC is shut down. Every time a jaeger is lost he also loses two people he cared about but was too emotionally stunted to come to terms with

Unpopular opinion: i think hes a hot mess. I wish people would stop writing him as this witty smooth talking bastard bc he can and will walk straight into a table bc he was too busy playing tetris in his head to pay attention to anything

Favorite relationship: I’LL GO WITH YOU IT’S WHAT THE PILOTS DO THEY SHARE THE NEURAL LOAD 😭😭😭😭

Favorite headcanon: he becomes a flustered mess when he doesn’t have his work to hide behind. Compliment his cool cane or tell him you like his haircut and he just walks away bc he doesnt know how to respond

Pentecost:

First impression: badass

Impression now: badass BUT. Also a dilf

Favorite moment: when he’s trying to watch his daughter pilot a jaeger for the first time and explains in exasperation that “im sure you can imagine how important this moment is for me”

Idea for a story: i want to rewrite pru so its actually good and also i want to focus on pentecost and his kids, and how i think it SHOULD have gone down bc im STILL SALTY ABOUT JAKE

Unpopular opinion: i dont actually ship him with herc but i DO think ship content of them is very funny. Go grandpas go!!

Favorite relationship: pentecost and mako 😭😭😭 he just loves her and cares about her so much and she has so much respect for him

Favorite headcanon: pentecost is a major sonic fan and his favorite character is knuckles <3