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daughterofthemuse · 3 months ago

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Thoughts on 'Wrath of the Triple Goddess'

General Thoughts

This book was a lot of fun.

Nope was the cutest ever

Hecate's house is WILD. The knockers? The aesthetic choices? The BATHROOMS? She 1000% committed to the bit

Some ppl have said that the recent Riordanverse books have had themes. (Roughly speaking,) 'The Sun and the Star' was about accepting yourself and moving through trauma, and 'Chalice of the Gods' was about growing up, aging and embracing the changes that come with it (kinda ironic for focusing on a character who is known for turning 17 every year). I thought 'Wrath of the Triple Goddess' could have been about grief and family, but it's actually abt choices and regrets. Bc ofc the book abt Ἑκάτη (Hecate), the goddess of crossroads, would be abt choices.

Fanart I want to see

The Halloween costumes Percy, Grove & Annabeth wore

Human!Grover, Owl-a-beth & Octo-Percy

The Campers' Halloween costumes

Page-by-page notes that I took (with quotes)

I'm always careful not to look at my mom's screen while she's writing, because a) I know it makes her nervous, b) the floating words make me queasy, and c) I can't help wondering if she's writing a character based on me. Maybe that sounds self-centered, but the idea of anybody writing a book about me makes me super paranoid. (pg 16)

Bud, I'm sorry, but it's a decade and a half too late for that

She knew exactly what I was saying, even if Dave and Hana didn't. "She can't do all your homework for you, dude," Hana said. "Yeah, she has to do our homework," Dave said. "Ugh, you two," Annabeth said, but she gave them a smile. "Okay, Jackson, I can spare you a few minutes, Come on." She hauled me up and led me out of the library, Paul and Hana whispering behind our backs, (pg 24)

Oh look, surprise name change! (/j)

Then his eyes drifted up to the gargoyles on the roof. "Oh, wow." "I know, spooky," Annabeth agreed. Grover scratched his goatee. "I was going to say the one on the left looks like my Aunt Helena. But guess that's the same thing." (pg 32)

Grover's Aunt Helena is probably a harpy / nasty wind Spirit

I'd barely been able to master numbers and colors in Spanish, even with my friend Leo Valdez as a tutor. (pg 35)

Rick is making himself plotholes. Percy is being tutored in Spanish by the missing Leo. It's only Chapter 4!

We had some trouble on Third Avenue when Hecuba decided attack a Lil Zeus Greek food cart, but I managed to pull her off before she killed the cook or devoured his meat supply. Dude wasn't too happy. He yelled something in Greek at me--maybe Please control your rhinoceros--but I couldn't be too mad at Hecuba. For one thing, the food smelled good. For another, anything labeled Zeus sent me into attack mode, too. (pg 64)

Lil Zeus Greek food cart? a) Percy should have understood more of the Greek dude's language, unless he did actually think the hellhound was a rhino and b) fair on attacking it

I took out Riptide. With the tip of the blade, I etched a message on the sidewalk: Went to Gramercy. That was another trick I'd only learned in the last month. One day when I was bored, sitting on a sidewalk while my mom shopped for clothes for her first author signing, I discovered that Riptide could sketch glowing lines on asphalt that no regular mortals could see. The markings lasted about three hours before fading away--less if it rained. It made me wonder why I'd never seen Celestial bronze graffiti around from other demigods. (pg 68)

Riptide can write on the pavement?

He couldn’t have been more than six weeks old. "You want another treat?" I asked him. "Nope!" he barked, which apparently meant Yes, please, I'll take the whole bag. I couldn't help but smile. "Is that your name? Nope?" He tilted his head, maybe thinking about it. "Nope!" "Okay, then that's what I'll call you." He crawled right into my lap. He was heavy--like fifty pounds--and floppy, with ridiculously oversize paws that told me he was going to be a rhino-size hellhound someday. I scratched behind his ears and kept feeding him treats, letting him get used to the sound of my voice. (pg 87)

Percy’s getting a Hellhound puppy that can say nope????

The man who was eating a late breakfast at Dr. Sharma's desk was definitely not Dr. Sharma. His dark hair and beard were flecked with gray. He wore a rumpled tweed jacket, tie, and dress shirt, with a flannel blanket over his lap. His old-fashioned wheel-chair had hand-pushed steel wheels and well-worn black leather armrests. He held a half-eaten bagel in one hand and a steaming cup of tea in other. I registered all these details with perfect clarity, but somehow, I still did not recognize him. (pg 99)

WHAT IS CHIRON DOING AT PERCY’S SCHOOL?

"The Adventures of Mom, Chew Toy, and Alley Boy," Annabeth mused. (pg 115)

pffft! And look, an Oxford comma!

My friend Nico di Angelo, son of Hades, also had the ability. He'd used it once to take me Christmas shopping in Florence. (Long story.) (pg 133)

Nico took Percy Christmas shopping in Florence? I need this story.

“Okay,” I said. “Maybe pack isn’t the right word. I don’t know why Hecate turned you into a hellhound. Gods are weird. I have a friend whose dad once turned her into a tree. Maybe Hecate saved you the only way she knew how. It’s not perfect, but it’s still love.” Hecuba gazed at the ocean—a view she’d probably seen thousands of times when she was a mortal. She’d watched the Greek ships anchor off that coast, ready for war. She’d watched her children die in battle on that rocky beach before the walls of her doomed city. (pg 137)

Is this book abt grief & family?

I frowned. "I didn't figure you for a nightclub guy." "Are you kidding? I can hoof-boogie with the best of them! I've still got that wedding-dress outfit from the Sea of Monsters, too." He sighed. "Maybe someday." (pg 142)

Grover still has his wedding dress?

Pracktical forcery and Potionf for Beginnyng Uferf (pg 144)

Oh look, it's that old-timey font where 'S' is really tall and skinny and kinda looks like an 'f'!

Under this collection was a brass plaque engraved with WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN. I lifted the top of the display case. I picked up a pair of blue-framed glasses that were snapped in half at the bridge. They were the same ones I'd seen in my vision of the child pedaling away from the manse in terror. On the right stem, the initials SEJ were monogrammed in gold. I felt like I had shadow-traveled into a block of ice. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. SEJ. I knew those initials. (pg 145)

SEJ, Sally's initials?

I didn't realize that when he'd said ground himself, he'd meant literally cover himself with the ground. He sat down in a flower bed and started to heap leaves and dirt over his legs. (pg 147) ... Two more tunneled through the leaves and skittered up Grover's legs. Within a minute, there were dozens, maybe hundreds. Honestly, I had no idea. I never had to count squirrels in numbers that high before Grover's torso disappeared under a tidal wave of chittering fur and twitching bushy tails. Somewhere in the mix of brown and gray, I spotted one very large black rat, who quickly disappeared in the sea of its squirrely comrades. (pg 148)

This grounding thing is weird... Could it be a Pan thing?

As he nibbled his cake, I said, "Okay. Tell me." He shrugged listlessly. "It's just... grounding myself like that? It's pretty powerful magic. I can only do it because I'm a Cloven Elder." Grover was too modest. He rarely talked about it, but after the Battle of Manhattan, he'd been promoted to the council of the three most important satyrs in the world, which in my mind made him an elite boss. "It's dangerous?" I guessed. "Oh... nothing I'd worry about," he said. "Not a big deal. It's just when I do that, when I connect with nature on that level, there's always a small chance..." "Yes?" He nibbled more cake. "That I might dissolve into nothing." (pg 151)

Yep, it's a Pan thing. And oh, the grounding thing is like Nico at the end of BoO... okay. This is great /s

And Grover seemed to enjoy being called Cloven Elder. My thoughts started rambling, as they do. I wondered if I should call him CE for short. Did that mean before he became a Cloven Elder he was Grover BCE? This is how my mind works. Welcome to the chaos. (pg 156)

Grover BCE, YES!

The name of the place glittered in pearly white over the door: AEAEA. I guess they'd spent all their money on the storefront decorations and hadn't been able to afford any consonants for their sign. "What is it?" Grover asked. "Not sure," I said. "The name of that place mean anything to you?" Grover tried to pronounce it. "It looks like something Hephaestus might scream when he drops a hammer on his foot." (pg 158)

Αἰαία (Aeaea)? Κίρκη (Circe)????

"My name is Filomena," she said, her jaw clenched. "Aeaea was my home island. But you don't even remember, do you?" (pg 161)

Dude doesn't remember the last time someone recognized him and accused him of destroying their home, does he?

A noxious purple fog started to rise around us. I recovered my senses, yelled, "Aeaea!" (because it was on my mind) and blasted the potion fog right back at Filomena. "Ack!" she complained, now speckled head to toe in magical whatever-it-was. "How dare you!" (pg 162)

Poison manipulation again????

"I take it you didn’t recognize the naiads?" "From where?" Grover asked. "You weren't with us," Annabeth told him. "You were stuck in a Cyclops's cave at the time." Grover shivered. "The Sea of Monsters." "Yep. The naiads are from the island of Aeaea." I rubbed my sore neck. "I think I would've remembered a name like Aeaea." Annabeth considered that. "Actually, you're right. I don't thínk anyone called it that when we were there. It's another name for Circe's Island." (pg 184) ... "Circe had four main handmaidens," Annabeth said. "The Aeaean nymphs. They were responsible for preparing her potions. I guess when the pirates burned down C.C.'s Spa--" "The naiads came to Manhattan," Grover finished. "And set up competing perfume shops. As one does." (pg 185)

I knew they were from Αἰαία! And Lore drop!

Whenever Annabeth joined the chat, the odds of us doing something idiotic went way down. The odds were never zero, mind you, because I was still in the mix. (pg 186)

"Annabeth joined the chat..." Bro, why. Why did you use that piece of slang?

With the help of one of the costume people, Annabeth had done her hair and makeup like it had been on Circe's Island. She looked incredible, but you don't have to take my word for it. The costume person's exact reaction was "You look incredible." Then she turned to Grover and me and said "Now, these two are are a challenge." We were dressed as Annabeth's servants/bodyguards/loyal gladiators? I'm not even sure, but we weren't rocking the look very well. Grover wore a gladiator's breastplate and a leather kilt sort of of thing, with a big plastic sword at his side. I got dressed like a retiarius--one of those Colosseum fighters with the weighted nets and the tridents. The trident seemed a little on the nose for me, but it wasn't my biggest complaint. My "armor" was basically an oversize loincloth with a thick leather belt, sandals, and a weird shield-sleeve thing on my left arm that reminded me of a pizza pan. This meant I would basically be walking around Manhattan in late October in my underwear. Annabeth added a big helmet with a faceplate so nobody would recognize me unless they literally got up in my grill. (pg 187)

I need art of these costumes

23. We Find the Lair of Evil Perfume

Annabeth is doing a ton of amazing work this chapter!

Annabeth responded, "WHOOOO!" (pg 206)

Annabeth, daughter of the Owl Goddess, hooted. It only took her 24 books and 5 years

I raised my hands--except I didn't have hands anymore. Where my arms used to be were eight thick purple tentacles lined with pink suction cups. One tentacle was curled around Riptide. I was so shocked I loosened my hold, letting the blade drop. "Oh.." I wanted to throw up. No offense to octopuses. I've had some great conversations with octopuses. But I didn't want to have their tentacles. My new appendages felt wet and slimy. Powerful muscles rippled under the skin. The suckers clasped and unclasped, smelling the air, searching for something to grip. "This is bad." (pg 207)

Well octo-Percy is... interesting

He was staring down at his legs and weeping. Where his furry goat hindquarters had been, there was bare skin, forward-articulating knees, and instead of hooves... feet. Five-toed feet not too different from mine. "Human," he sniffled. "That's the worst kind of beast!" (pg 207 & 208)

Oh, poor Grover. Also... very interesting "humans are the worst kind of beast"

Annabeth turned her head 180 degrees and shrieked at the nymph. "AWK!" (pg 208)

180-degree head turn from Annabeth!

Grover shuffed awkwardly toward Daedra. "How do you walk on these? They're so tender! Ouch. Ouch. Ouch." (pg 209)

We don't normally walk barefoot. And I want art of human!Grover

I saw a young woman in tattered brown robes. She carried a leather pack over one shoulder, loaded with medicinal plants, vials, salves, and scrolls. It was her life's work--all she could salvage when the Colossians chased her out of their city. She struggled up a steep mountain path, occasionally stopping to grip her stomach, crying out in pain. Tears streaked her face, smearing the kohl around her eyes so she appeared to have a black mask. (pg 215)

Gale Lore drop? Poor Gale!

I'd been wrong about Hecate. She hadn't turned Gale into a polecat out of jealousy. The reason was worse. She'd empathized. She'd lacked faith that Gale could survive on her magical talents alone. Hecate of all people knew how the world saw witches. She'd pitied Gale, admired her, and yes, maybe even feared her a little, but she could not imagine a mere human succeeding when she, a goddess, had failed. So Gale had to cease being human. (pg 218)

Poor Hecate too. Dam patriarchy & fear of the unknown

And no way did I want to be around when orange goo started dripping through Hades's palace ceiling. I'd met his plumbers. They tended to solve all his problems with fery whips. (pg 219)

The Kindly Ones aren't plumbers, Percy

I'll say it again: thank the gods for Halloween. I doubt any amount of Mist could have hidden Owl-a-beth and Octo-Percy from the curious eyes of mortals as we fled, especially since my tentacles kept slapping passers by for no particular reason. Because it was Halloween, though, most people would think, Wow, those costumes are incredible, and that third guy is fully human! Amazing! (pg 222)

Yeah, Halloween does a lot for hiding mythical stuff. Cuts both ways tho

Annabeth gagged. Her beak opened wide. Her owl eyes got even larger. Her crown feathers stood on end like blades. She brought her hands to her throat—the universal sign for choking. I panicked. Would the Heimlich maneuver work on a half human, half raptor? I only had octopus tentacles, but I hustled behind her and did my best to find her sternum the way my fourth-grade health teacher had taught us. I thrust upward into her diaphragm. COUGH! An owl pellet the size of a melon shot from her throat and bounced off the opposite wall. She doubled over, breathing heavily. When she straightened again, she was normal Annabeth—human face, human hair with the scent of her usual apple shampoo. (pg 225)

Coughing that up must've been painful. And I'm pretty sure the Heimlich maneuver isn't recommended anymore

Grover seemed to follow my thoughts. “Tomorrow is Halloween. There’s no way three people can fix this mansion before Hecate gets back. (pg 230)

Just ask your friends to help! They're coming for the party, just ask them to arrive early too

I nodded. “I don’t know what happened exactly, but if we’re going to try rebuilding this place with the help of ghosts, then we need to figure it out. Which means I need to talk to SEJ. Sally Estelle Jackson.” (pg 238)

His mum? Or an ancestor? I'm thinking his mum, but the timing makes me think maybe an ancestor

She smiled wistfully, the way she does when she looks at old photographs. “I haven’t since that day. My family made me wear them because I was seeing things…differently.” “Through the Mist.” She’d always been able to do that. Some rare mortals could, but I’d never considered how hard that would’ve been for her as a kid. “They were just trying to help,” she said. “They were worried. When other kids saw a mounted police officer riding down the street, I saw a pegasus. That kind of thing. We used to live near Gramercy Park West. One day, when I was riding my bike down the street, I saw that mansion, shifting and blending into the buildings around it. Those tombstone walls.” (pg 244)

Interesting... what ppl think of clear-sighted ppl

She swallowed. “Hecate ambushed me! She showed up on Olympus and…well, she asked me what I thought of you. I was shocked! She hadn’t spoken to me since 1914! I—I was desperate to impress her. And foolishly… I said you were quite competent.” “Thanks?” “I panicked! And now, if you fail, that means I failed. Oh, she won’t forgive me a second time.” “I still don’t—Wait.” I’m a little slow on the uptake. But when a puzzle finally starts coming together, I can usually finish it without having to bash too many of the pieces into place. “A second time,” I said. “Nineteen fourteen. That’s the last year Hecate ran her magic school. You were part of that?” (pg 247) She shrugged listlessly. “War. It’s always a war. Our students started taking sides, arguing with one another. It escalated from name-calling to violence to potion-flinging.” “Potion-flinging is bad.” (pg 248)

Ofc WW1 made the school close, and poor Εὐδώρη (Eudora)

I took one more look around the shattered great room. I felt like I was forgetting something important. (pg 258)

Locking the door, I'm pretty sure

Grover and I exchanged a panicked look. If Annabeth was admitting she’d made a mistake, we were in serious trouble. All heroes had fatal flaws. Annabeth’s was pride. She always aimed as high as possible, confident she could go even higher. Most of the time, she was right. But calling for help after one block? The situation had to be desperate for her to swallow her pride like that. Then I remembered why fatal flaws were called fatal. We couldn’t let her get worn-out so soon. She was the only one who could direct the ghosts to rebuild the house properly. “Let me take the torches,” I said. (pg 267)

Annabeth’s fatal flaw is pride, yours is loyalty, Percy. You taking them could go just as badly, with you not passing them to anyone else

My last shot was a miss. Black spots danced in my eyes. I crumpled to my knees, and the torch fell out of my hand. (pg 276)

Oh schist

I knew I’d forgotten something important—again. We’d invited our friends to a Halloween party tonight and never canceled it. You see, kids? Absentmindedness can save your life. The side panel door rolled open and costumed demigods poured out. Connor Stoll led the way, wearing a prisoner’s orange jumpsuit with fake manacles on his ankles and wrists. “Dude, your yard decorations are fire!” “They’re real!” I yelled. “Real ghosts!” More demigods emerged from the van—Clovis from the Morpheus cabin, wearing a nightgown, nightcap, and slippers, which was not very different from how he usually lounged at camp; Harley from Hephaestus, the youngest of our campers, encased in a Celestial bronze Iron Man suit he’d probably made himself; Valentina Diaz from Aphrodite, dressed in a black 1940s evening gown with white gloves, a broad-brimmed hat, and twenty different strings of pearls around her neck. Valentina scanned the ghostly horde. “Gross. Can we fight them?” “Yes, please!” Annabeth yelled from the porch. Our friends charged into battle. (pg 292)

I said his friends could help. Except they're helping with ghosts ig

And Rick, Clovis is a son of Ὕπνος (Hypnos), we don't have a Μορφεύς (Morpheus) Cabin

The horse freaked out and whinnied, Why am I flying? (pg 297)

Poor police horse

There should be a rule that goddesses can never come home before 8:00 a.m. Hecate blazed into the mansion at exactly 5:32. (pg 304)

Eugh, what a wake-up time

Sometimes folks at camp asked if I avoided eating seafood because I was the son of Poseidon and could talk to fish or whatever. I always answered that no, I ate fish. Have you ever talked to one? They don’t have a lot to say. Mostly it boils down to Are you food? Am I food? Eating them is the only way to answer the question. (pg 319)

We have an answer to the Percy-seafood question. Tho he'll probably be off calamari for a while

Obviously, I don’t consume the smart species like octopuses, dolphins, sharks, and manta rays. (pg 319)

Oh, so no calamari at all. Good to know

#musesdaughter speaks #musesdaughter rambles #wrath of the triple goddess #wrath of the triple goddess spoilers #wottg #wottg spoilers #rick riordan #riordanverse #rrverse #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #ik this is two weeks late #but i had to get all the quotes for context

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countlessrealities · 1 year ago

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CUPID'S ARROWS EVENT || Active !

@yournamedarling sent: "Mr. Rick I need your help there was another Rick in here and he was really scary and he kept asking me questions about other Rick customers and making me uncomfortable and then he put a force field over the bar and he made me sit down and then a police officer got split in half and then I had to give him a really expensive absinthe and then he threatened me and then he probed my brain and my brain hurty and I throwed up." They are still probably feeling the brain probing effects which is causing them to talk in run-on sentences.

Under normal circumstances, Rick would have rolled his eyes at the "Mr" that Yu-nae had used to address him. It might not be as bad as being called "Mr Sanchez", but it still feels ridiculous and just not him. Not to mention that he would have most likely told the bartender to slow down because he was "making no fuckin' sense".

However, these aren't normal circumstances. So, instead of being annoyed or at least confused, the scientist finds himself staring at the other with wide eyes, as if he was seeing them for the first time. And damn if Yu-nae wasn't making a very different impression compared to their actual first meeting.

Had their features always been so charming sharp? Had the bags under their eyes always made those irises stand out like that? And their intriguingly androgynous form...how hadn't he noticed it before?

Well, fuck it. It doesn't matter because he is seeing it now. And this seems like the perfect occasion to do something about it. He can't miss it, now, can he?

"H-Hey, hey, easy, beautiful. L-Let's start with the essential things, shall we?" He starts, almost purring out the words, as if he had been oblivious to the other's distress. "T-There's no 'mister' here, j-juuust Rick."

He leans into the bartender's personal space with his best charming smirk.

"B-But damn, it seems like someone played a f-fucking number on your head. M-Maybe someone should screw it back in place? I-If it wasn't clear, I-I'm volunteering.~"

And he goes as far as wiggling his eyebrows in a way that's openly suggestive. If Yu-nae hasn't caught up with the fact that something is very much out of place till now, this should be explicit enough to warn him.

#[ ic :: c137 Rick ]#[ ic :: cupid's arrows event ]#&& Yunae Darling #[ v. Rick Double Morty and Trouble ; timeline split :: c137 Rick ]#yournamedarling #[[ omg worst moment ever to come to my Rick about THAT xD ]]#[[ and worst pick up line ever -facepalm- ]]#[[ he basically stopped listening after 'Mr Rick' xD ]]#[ ic :: event ; cupid's arrows ]

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rj-drive-in · 1 year ago

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Time and Tide Department:

"Age and Guile Beat Youth, Innocence, and a Bad Haircut." -- P. J. O'Rourke

“I’ve decided not to kill you after all, Grampa,” said Nilson. He pulled a Saturday Night Special out of his coat pocket and laid it beside himself on the bare ground.

We were sitting under a couple of trees about ten feet apart, deep in Nowell Park, on a beautiful Autumn day. Afternoon sunshine streamed through the bright orange foliage above us and the air was crisp. Nilson and I used to do this a lot when we were both much younger.

“Then I guess my first question is, why were you going to kill me to begin with?”

“Because of this.”

He reached inside his overcoat and produced a small beige plastic device with a digital display and a Velcro wristband.

“A blood pressure cuff?”

“Not exactly.”

He tossed it over to me. The shell had indeed begun life as a blood pressure cuff, but Nilson had Frankensteined it up with an iPhone display, some additional memory chips, some kind of new lithium battery that I had never seen before, and some mini transmitters set in an array to increase range or power.

“It’s a time machine,” he told me.

“No way,” I said. There was one app on the screen. I touched it and it opened.

“Way,” said Nilson.

The interface on the time travel app was very intuitive and user friendly. My grandson was a smart guy. I played with the settings a bit.

“Whoa, Grampa!” Nilson said urgently, holding up a hand. “Don’t mess with that until I give you a chalk talk. You blinked out for a second there. Did you time travel?”

“Just a few hours,” I replied. I closed the app and tossed it back to him. “How can something that small bend time and space?”

“Well, technically, this isn’t the time machine. The actual time machine is the size of a bus and sitting in a rented warehouse in Abington. But as long as you’ve got this and an active wifi connection, you can do time travel.”

“So you were going to test the Grandfather Paradox.”

He shrugged. “Sure, why not? It’s a classic. If I go back in time and kill you, I would never have been born and couldn’t go back to kill you. Unless time is adaptable somehow. My mathematical models suggest that a change in the past creates a wave function that collapses at the instant the time traveler departed.”

“So you kill me fifty years ago and I vanish into thin air today.”

“Something like that.”

“So what made you change your mind?”

“I’m not a complete egomaniac,” he laughed. “There’s the possibility that I’m wrong. The universe could adapt by letting you die and then I’m the one who vanishes into thin air.”

“Damn, kid.”

“Don’t worry,” he said with a grin. “I told you, plan’s off.”

“Unless you change your mind. Or perfect your equations. Or get drunk.”

Nilson caught the look in my eye and made a desperate grab for the gun beside him. It wasn’t there. It was in my coat. I pulled it out and aimed it right between his eyes.

“Sorry, kid,” I said. “But I just can’t take the chance.”

#micro fiction #microfiction #short fiction #flash fiction #short story #science fiction #rick hutchins #rjdiogenes #time travel #grandfather paradox

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lookedupandfellasleep · 1 year ago

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“Casablanca” During World War II and the Impact It Created Then and Now

Casablanca (1942) is regarded as one of the greatest films of all time. It has undeniably made history and secured itself one of the top spots in every movies-you-must-absolutely-watch list. Using contemporary themes accurate to the era it was being made in, weaving in dramatics and fiction that made it just a little bit easier to digest, but nonetheless, delivering a powerful story, Casablanca managed to capture the hearts of its World War II audience and transcend time with its relevance and sentiment, as good cinema does.

Funnily enough, despite being a film enthusiast, I have never watched Casablanca. Despite the noses that would definitely turn up at me for saying this, I can’t pretend that classic films have the same appeal to me as modern films do. My attention tends to sizzle out with the sing-song delivery, dialogue-heavy style of old movies. However, there are exceptions to this and I will have to say that Casablanca is one of them.

Casablanca follows the story of Rick Blaine, former freedom fighter turned nightclub and gambling hub owner in Casablanca, Morocco. Rick's Café Américain has become the number one spot in Casablanca for displaced refugees that seek safe passage to America through illegally obtained letters of transit. Despite his past, Rick now chooses to stay “neutral” and isolate himself from any political affairs, “I stick my neck out for nobody”. At least, that’s what it seems like on the surface. This existence is disrupted when his former lover and the cause of his cynicism, Ilsa Lund and her husband, Victor Laszlo, enter his saloon. The past quickly resurfaces and the flame within Rick and Ilsa is rekindled. He now has to face the choice of keeping his love by his side or doing the right thing for the greater good and losing the love of his life again. In the end, Rick cannot help but go back to his roots and do the right thing, “… three little people don’t amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world”. He ends up saving his rival, Victor Laszlo, and helping him and Ilsa safely flee Casablanca for him to continue his work as a leader of resistance in the war.

Casablanca was adapted from an unproduced play by Murray Burnett and Joan Alison then titled Everybody Comes to Rick’s. The idea for the play's premise came about when Murray Burnett traveled to Vienna to help out his Jewish relatives. While he was there, he learned that refugees used a route that traveled from Marseilles to Morocco to Lisbon to then bring them safely to the United States. Many refugees stopped over at Casablanca during the Nazi invasion of France in 1940.

Casablanca, the film, came about when Irene Diamond, story editor for Warner Brothers, read the unproduced play while on a visit to New York City in 1941. Diamond, being a long-time collaborator of Hal Wallis, convinced him to buy the play’s rights for $20,000. The name was then changed from Everybody Comes to Rick’s to the iconic title, Casablanca.

The film started production in May 1942, during the height of World War II with A-list actors already in its roster: Humphrey Bogart, Ingrid Bergman, and Paul Henreid. Production for the movie had to be rushed when Stephen Karnot saw an opportunity that they could take advantage of when Japanese forces attacked Pearl Harbor. He saw this as a massive publicity boost and made the film’s themes extremely relevant at the time. Due to this and a couple of other hiccups, filming did not go too smoothly.

Julius J. Epstein, Philip G. Epstein, and Howard Koch were enlisted to write the screenplay. The script was only half-written when production began. Nobody knew how the film would end. Bergman came to Howard Koch to ask which man she should play like she’s more in love with, Victor or Rick. The scriptwriter couldn’t answer this specifically and instead just told her to play them both “evenly” as they also had no idea what was going to happen. The script went through many more rewrites during filming.

Production also suffered with shortages and limitations at the time of filming. Because of the ongoing war, production could not use materials such as rubber, aluminum, nylons, and silk because of the shortages. Costumes and sets had to be made differently. Filming also could not be done on location or at nighttime because of the looming threat of a Japanese attack in mainland California. Casablanca had to be filmed entirely on soundstages.

Casting was also affected by the war. Almost all of the cast of Casablanca were actual refugees, which, in part, may have contributed further to its success. Emotions ran high while the cast sang, “La Marseillaise” in the now iconic scene. Both on- and off-screen, this symbolized for them unity against the fascism and oppression that was happening at the time. The passion can be heard in their voices as they drown out the “Die Wacht am Rhein” of the Germans. Real tears are shed by real refugees who were displaced in the war.

Censorship also played a bit of a hindrance in the making of Casablanca. The film was dealing with a lot of sensitive topics at the time: adultery, war, and propaganda. It had to go through a lot of rewrites and plot changes for the film to be considered “appropriate” for the audience. Censors had to make sure that the film did not condone adultery and that it would send the right message when it came to supporting the war effort.

From an insider’s point-of-view, the film seemed lackluster and a bit of a patchwork with its unfinished script, production limitations, numerous rewrites, censorship, and actors that barely wanted anything to do with the project. However, the way it all came together was magical and exceeded the expectations of everyone who was a part of making the movie.

Much like how production was rushed for this film, the premiere was also moved from 1943 to November 1942. Additional scenes were supposed to be filmed but canceled to be able to hasten its release. This was to take advantage of another major moment in the war: the Allied landing in North Africa and the Battle of Casablanca. This was huge publicity and helped not only to draw the crowds for the film but to also increase its resonance with the people. The film continues to grow in popularity and has achieved “classic” status in today’s time.

I believe its success comes from the raw romanticism of sacrifice that this film portrays. Boy does not get girl. Instead, sacrifices needed to be made for the greater good. It’s a satisfying ending that had us all wanting to do the right thing. This film is about love but it’s not just about romantic love. It’s about the love that we have for people, in general. The good that we see in the world even in times of darkness.

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Love, Money & Power

Me, suddenly a behavioral and language analyst, watching videos in a Language i don’t understand to figure out what’s going on about my man. Real Kpop stan type behaviour:

What if- I’m just not ever going to find the words to describe bc I’m waiting for things to crash and burn just Incase so I don’t have to mention it?? I don’t think this will crash & burn. I think this will be wonderful, secretly. But I’m scared to admit that. That I have hope. That God really might be giving me back more than I lost. Like Job. I know God does that eventually but is this really it? I am okay to hope, yes? Romans 5:3-5 right? No shame in hoping from suffering.

Power:

This was after the alleged elevator slap when J cheated on B. To me it represents: Realising that you’re very much over anyone’s less-than-Gods-standard type behaviour. I am SoLange & Bey.

For example, God told me to go the hood and then told me I was there to meet with my producer-to-be and I should call him over. He brought me a random gift speaking about how he likes to just bless people yada yada asking if I’m allergic to nuts and I thought it was luxury chocolate (yall know I don’t play about thatttt) then he later admitted in passing that it was regifted bc he didn’t want it (Ummm?). The gift? BBQ salted nuts.

Then he played me a normal beat he made which sounded like any well made popular beat on the net, saying it was an adjusted version of one he kinda liked on YouTube - then said why should he pay for beats when he can make better ones?? But you just said your ‘better’ beat was just an adjustment on 90% someone else’s beat that you’re now dissing??… and sounded basic nothing new at all same old Catholic choir voices in the bg and an 808 or whatever - and then started raving abt this vision he had.

He told me since he met me everything has been falling into place for him (I’m not going to lie every man I meet platonically tells me this - I praise God that He works thru me that way) and then I get this feeling… like a drop in my spirit.

Money:

He suddenly switches mid music convo saying to work together I have to agree on some things first - then tried to get me to agree that God saying choose life not death actually meant choose to be rich not poor, and that being rich was the goal of the gospel. Jesus Himself wasn’t rich. But He didn’t care.

I remember the feeling - the moment I realised God brought me there to break up with him (as a producer). It was like the world warped and he looked so unattractive to me suddenly - moments before he would open his mouth to say the things that would actually show me I need to walk away.

Production services for accepting a false gospel? “We all have our own belief systems” he said. I said “it’s not my belief system it’s the direct Word of God that says we should learn to abound whether rich OR poor through Christ. That love of money is the root of all evil… so being rich can’t be the goal of the gospel.” He agreed that if the prosperity gospel was real that this would be the exact convo he would try and have with me. Why didn’t that open his eyes?

It was a very manipulative end. He implemented many gaslighting and trapping techniques such as asking me to let him land or to hold on when he never lands as a way to get me not to answer anything he said. Ineffective on me ofc. Or like when I was leaving and he said ‘wait just one question then you can go.’ Then the question was just restating his argument so by answering it I’m just being dragged back.

The moment I realised he understood the truth I showed him and rejected it, I was gone.

Getting up and walking away from that conversation was easy because I’ve come to a place where anything against God is easy to leave behind. But it was sad to leave a soul there too.

Just another music attempt horror story. 7 years consecutive inability to make any music has been hard. I wasn’t even going to try again ever after year 5. But then God really helped me out in a situation and I said what can I ever do to repay you and I promise He literally said ‘start your music career’ ?? I was like but we weren’t going to do that fr anymore.

Look y’all I’m not saying I’m the worlds missing Link musically or the next Whitney - just that my music would help a few ppl who are missing Godly influence in a certain genre. What I haven’t created yet will greatly help a small number of ppl. And those ppl still need that help according to God.

I realised all he was was a notebook. He never had any ideas he just asked me all my thoughts and gave them back to me. I do the same when my friends need to make a hard decision by themselves and just need someone to help them see what they’re thinking. He added not much.

I spend a lot of time reassuring myself I’m human and I’m enough as I am to go forth w Gods plans. I feel ugly these days even when I think I look beautiful. I guess I just feel lousy - it’s been a lot to handle recently 3-4 ppl tried to slime me out (trick me) of money etc in the last 2 weeks. It’s been hard. Everybody thinks I’m rich though clearly ahhahaha.

I know I say that I pray for the return of the 2013 swag era but what I actually pray for is the relaxed attitude from it. The time I should have spent being a teen then, I spent being a toddler. I’m only a teen nowish. That’s okay - we’re getting it back

Love:

I was just looking for a good funnyish action movie. Then this scene where Alicia and Common fall in love in seconds and you can just feel that it’s real - it was the realest most honest love I’d seen on screen for a long time (minus the m*rder talk) for a long time. And the best thing about it I didn’t even go looking for romance I wanted an action comedy and was gifted it. (Smokin’ Aces.)

All this time I thought I wasn’t attracted to anyone bc their face wasn’t enough for me and then I fell for sb the hardest from just seeing their back- no face needed. Isn’t that the weirdest? (This clip contains swearing Use of the n word, and most main curse words I did not find a clean version of the clip)

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And that’s me too. That’s really how I am. I don’t care if we just met, I’ll die about me for the Gospel’s sake - and I’ll die about you, instantly. Because of who he is, in Christ, who he’s chosen to be and how incomparably valuable he is to this world.

And that’s not desperate and that’s not delusional, that’s honest open and real. That’s real recognise real, and real protect real. No questions asked.

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#finishedbooks Mo' Meta Blues by Ahmir Thompson. After my absolute joy in reading the J Dilla book and let down of that Rick Rubin book, Mia recommended me this that I didn't even know existed. I am huge Roots fan and just love everything he does from Soulaqurians to his film projects of late in "Summer of Soul" and documentary he is set to do on the aforementioned J Dilla book! So ya the book here operates as a sorta memoir breaking up the traditional chronological structuring with chapters in between of an email exchange about the memoir's progress, and what I found most successful a year by year chronology of his favorite record from that year and his favorite songs and associated memories. As he says, "when you live your life through records, the records are a record of your life." The straightforward memoir sections were at time painfully honest haha, like where Q-Tip introduces him to Prince and after managing to gurgle out that how Prince even knew his name he literally ran away only to steel himself go back 30 mins later bursting in announcing to Prince that his "Dinner with Delores' record has the greatest ending in postmodern black rock music history before running away again. Also that later roller skating party with Prince was pretty legendary too. Really fun how he met Black Thought and you realize how distant their relationship actually is. You hear it in Rising Down but ya, it isn't the closet partnership. He gets brutally honest about his discography as well, completely agreed with him that Tipping Point was their worst record, "Star" was dope but ya. Hated that Gladwell book the album was named after as well that actually tried to make the argument for Broken Windows theory that led into the even more racist stop and frisk laws that hunted my teenage years in the US to my adult years in Tokyo (seriously Google me). Guess I will end this on the story about them at the 1995 Source Awards which was a big moment I remember watching live. They basically had three sections: the NY have nots Mobb Deep, Wu-Tang, Nas, Roots, etc; Death Row in the middle and non East coast acts so Outkast; and Bad Boy on the left. The whole show was well known for escalating the east-west beef and shafting of southern hip-hop but i like his observations like seeing Nas in a rather cheap outlet store Polo shirt (ones we all used to buy) that was actually lent to him by Steve Stout and indication at how broke he was after Illmatic. But more importantly when he just lost to Ready to Die he observed how hard Nas took and told Tariq that he would now never make another Illmatic type record again and he was right. Before the Snoop Dog speech where he threatening the audience with a bat he literally ran out of the auditorium with his date but not before being handed a demo of a little known artist named D'Angelo. A really fun read.

#finishedbooks

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countlessrealities · 1 year ago

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{ @petalsxfallen }

Petal might have felt embarrassed for her loss of control, but Rick was loving every second of it. The sounds she was making, the way her thigh trembled under his palm, the way she pushed down against his hand and mouth. She might not be begging for him verbally, but every twitch of her body language voiced what she really desired: to be pushed over the edge so hard that it would leave her head spinning.

And damn if he isn't ready to do just that. He was going to rock her world in a way that even her regular self would never forget.

His efforts were rewarded the moment she came apart for him, yelling and cursing, her body tensing and spasming for a moment as her wetness filled his awaiting mouth, sweet as honey and smooth as whipped cream. It was nothing like a human woman would have tasted and felt, but the alienness was something he revelled in.

With a hum, he licked off every last drop, lingering to give her oversensitive clit a thorough suck, before moving back to sit on his heels. His lips were reddened and slick with and the bulge in his pants was ever more evident as the material stretched over it.

"I-I told you I would have shown you a good time, baby," he purred, not even trying to hide his satisfaction. "An-And I always keep my word, w-when it comes to this." His hand squeezed her thigh. "J-Just wait till I actually fuck you."

A sly grin curled his lips. He was certain that he would have enjoyed it, with how easy it was to picture her pressed down into the mattress, moaning in ecstasy as if her life depended on it, while he proceeded to wreck her. That, however, was a scenario for another day. That night he had been promised something else.

"S-So, how about you show me how much you loved it an-and how grateful you are," he dropped his free hand in his lap, gripping at himself suggestively, "b-by returning the favour?~"

It was easier for her to relax with just the two of them being there. Though had this been her regular self she wouldn't have minded all that much performing for an audience. But unlike the blushing virgin rick was dealing with now regular petal was not so easy to please. The scientist would've had to really put in the work if he wanted her to get loud and really react to the pleasure he was giving her.

With sweet petal here she was much more easy to please. Even more so with just how skilled the old man was. It was like his every touch sent a spark throughout her very being. Like it was taking everything in her not to lose herself all at once.

How embarrassing would that be? Especially considering just how highly she thought of the man currently. Sure right now she was a mess. With the way her thighs were trembling and her panting and moaning had gotten particularly loud but cumming so early would only make him look at her like a fool right?

She really thought she could hold herself back from reaching her peak too early but stars damnit he was amazing at what he did. Whether that was science or in this case mindblowing sex. His tongue delved so deep into her and the attention given to her clit was what sent her over the edge. Pretty much humping his face as she screamed out in pure ecstasy.

"Holy fucking shit!" With how rare it was to hear rejuvenated petal scream this was quite the achievement. One could only assume that rick was very proud of himself. Especially with how loud she had been. It was likely that everyone in their general area heard her and just how rick managed to rock her world. "Rick you are so fucking good at this." She panted out her words with a nervous laugh ending it. "Thank you."

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rickgrimeswifey · 3 years ago

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I am in love with your writing seriously

And was wondering if you write for Glenn rhee and if you do could you write a Glenn rhee smut from when he was in season one maybe make him a sub😄

You don’t have too of course x

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A/n: I love this request and I’ll write for like any twd character just haven’t had a chance to write about Glenn yet! (I write for other fandoms too) Also thank you!

Category: Smut, fluff

Season: 1

Pairing: Glenn x fem!reader

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, riding, orgasm denial, oral sex (male!receiving), teasing, dom!reader, sub!Glenn, swearing

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Y/n was sitting around the non burning campfire as Glenn, Merle, Andrea, T-dog and other people from the camp here in Atlanta had been gone for a lot longer than they originally should’ve. Y/n couldn’t help but think something had gone terribly wrong and that her boyfriend Glenn had died. Glenn was all she had left in this world. Her family went down in front of her and as the walkers ate them alive she ran. She ran up the hills and was found by Daryl in the woods. He brought her back to camp and now she had been staying there for months.

She picked at her nails as the sounds of vehicles came up the hill. Y/n quickly stood up and stared in the sounds direction. She was praying to god that Glenn would be okay. The vehicles finally rolled up to the camp. Y/n watched person after person getting out and it felt like forever until he stepped out. Glenn, he was alive. Y/n immediately ran to him and launched herself into his embrace. Glenn wrapped his arms tightly around her.

“Dad” Carl screamed which made Y/n’s head snap in his direction.

An unfamiliar guy with brown curls eyes got teary as he started running to Carl. Lori had also started crying as she walked to them. The three of them hugged as Y/n turned her head to Glenn again.

“Who is that” she asked curiously.

“That is Rick, he saved our asses” Glenn said as his arms were still wrapped securely around Y/n.

Y/n nodded as she watched the little family reunion.

“You have to tell me everything that happened” Y/n said and pulled Glenn towards the camp fire.

Y/n was in disbelief and relief as Glenn had just told her all about how they were surrounded by walkers and that Rick had saved them. Glenn couldn’t stop smiling and look proud of himself as he told his girlfriend about how he was walking around the walkers drenched in walker-blood and that he drove a very nice and fast car with the alarm going off loudly as he distracted the walkers and let the others escape.

The sun was soon starting to go down and Glenn hadn’t stopped talking about how he killed the walkers or about the car situation. He had also told her about Merle and that Daryl would probably freak out about it. Glenn suggested that Y/n would tell him since him and her are kinda friends. Him and the rest of the group that had been in Atlanta agreed to it. Y/n sighed knowing he would want to go get Merle directly and kill T-Dog who had left him.

“You guys are gonna have to go back looking for him, you know that right” Y/n said and pointed to Rick and T-Dog.

Rick nodded before answering.

“We will need more than two people to go back there”

“I’ll go” Glenn was quick to say.

“What you can’t go so soon again” Y/n quickly said as she looked into his eyes.

“I have to Y/n” he said.

Y/n huffed and stomped over to their shared tent. She opened it and sat down then closed quickly again. Y/n didn't want Glenn to go back again, it made her worry sick and she hated it. She hadn't barely even got a chance to kiss him yet. She hugged her knees and rested her head on them as she sighed.

A couple minutes later the zipper to the tent was opening again. Y/n looked at Glenn as he came inside the tent then closed it. He sat down beside Y/n in silence. Neither of them said anything for a couple of minutes before Glenn spoke up.

“Are you mad at me”

He sounded worried and anxious and Y/n sighed.

“No it’s just that you just came back here and we’ve barely even had time together and it’s so dangerous out there” she explained.

“I’ll be fine Y/n, I promise” Glenn said and tried to look Y/n in her eyes.

Y/n didn’t look back but just stared at the fabric of the tent.

“I sure hope so” she mumbled and hugged her knees tighter.

Glenn sighed and put his hand on top of hers.

“We can spend the time we have together before I leave to do something you would like to do” he suggested.

Y/n turned her head to Glenn and was met by his soft gaze. She smiled a little and quickly leaned in letting her lips smash against his. Glenn whimpered as Y/n bit down on his bottom lip.

Y/n got onto his lap and let her tongue slide inside Glenns mouth. Her hands slid up and down his chest. Y/n started grinding onto Glenns growing erection making him moan softly. She smirked against his lips and took off his shirt. Y/n guided Glenn to lay down on the ground inside the tent and started kissing at his jaw then on neck and down his chest and stomach until she was at his belt buckle. Glenn let out a shaky breath as Y/n played around with the bulge in his pants.

“Y/n stop teasing” Glenn whimpered and pushed his hips up.

Y/n undid his belt and pants and let Glenn kick off his shoes and socks before slowly and teasingly sliding them off his legs. When Glenn was left in his boxers Y/n got on top of his lower stomach and sat down onto him. Glenn groaned as he felt Y/n’s ass on his bulge.

Y/n very slowly took off her top. Glenn watched her every move admiring her curves. Once her shirt was gone she slid her jeans off and kept undressing until she was left in her underwear. She bended over and kissed Glenn on the lips harshly.

Glenn let his hands travel to the back off Y/n’s bra ready to undo it. She grabbed his hands and pinned them over his head.

“Who’s in control here” she asked sternly.

“You are” Glenn whimpered.

Y/n started grinding against his throbbing cock again making Glenn whine, wanting more. Y/n stopped grinding making Glenn let out a frustrated sigh. She bended over and kissed his neck and all the way down to his boxers. Y/n grabbed them and pulled them off Glenn, allowing his dick slap against his stomach.

Y/n smirked at the sight of his leaking erection. She was sure she could make him cum without even barely touching him. She grabbed a hold of his cock and pumped it a couple of times making Glenn grunt.

Glenn let out a shaky breath as Y/n licked a stripe up his length. She licked the tip before taking inch by inch into her mouth. Glenn didn’t dare to touch her hair since she wants his hands above his head.

All Glenn could do was whimper and moan as Y/n gave him divine head. Soon he came in her mouth. This was perfect for Y/n since she knew he wouldn’t last long now that she was about to fuck him, it was the perfect opportunity to tell him not to cum.

Y/n got on top off Glenn again and took off her bra. His mouth watered slightly at the sight of Y/n’s gorgeous breasts. Y/n knew how much Glenn loved her tits so she decided to tease him. She cupped her breasts and started roughly massaging them and pinching her nipples. Y/n moaned out loud as she did just turning Glenn on even more. Glenn groaned underneath her, reaching up to feel them as well. Y/n quickly slapped his hand away.

“No no” she whispered.

“Please” he whined.

Y/n shook her head and removed her panties. She backed up until she was hovering over his dick. Y/n guided Glenns hard dick to her entrance and pinned his hands over his head before she sunk down onto his length.

“Fuck…” Y/n whimpered.

She held a tight grip on Glenns wrists as she started bouncing harshly up and down his dick. Glenns eyes were stuck on her moving breasts as she continued fucking him senseless. Y/n sped up her pace and was moaning in sync with Glenn. He felt his orgasm starting to build up. The feeling of Y/n’s warmth around his dick was just too overwhelming for him.

“Y/n I’m gonna cum” he whined loudly.

“Not yet” Y/n growled and continued bouncing up and down on him brutally hard.

The sound of skin clapping together and all sorts of sounds escaping the two of them filled the tent. Glenn squeezed his eyes shut and let out a whine as he was fighting to not shoot his load into Y/n.

Y/n felt her own orgasm starting to creep up on her and started going a little bit slower but still brutally hard.

“Glenn oh my god” she moaned out.

Y/n knew she wouldn’t last much longer.

“Cum now Glenn” she said breathlessly.

With that Glenns pulsing dick shot his spunk inside Y/n. He came hard as Y/n continued bouncing up and down on him before she also came. She rode out both of their orgasms then got off Glenn.

“You did so good” she said and kissed Glenn.

“I love you” Glenn said and kissed her back.

“I love you too” Y/n smiled at him.

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violetmuses · 2 years ago

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You and I - Rick Flag

TITLE: “You and I” || Rick Flag

FANDOM: “Suicide Squad” Film Universe

CHARACTER: Colonel Richard “Rick” Flag

PAIRING: Rick Flag + Female Reader

MAIN STORYLINE: After seeing you for the first time, Rick’s curiosity gets the best of him.

Author’s Note: Hi! Started writing for my husband again. Feedback would be greatly appreciated and thanks so much for reading my work as always. - V. 💜🥰

Main Masterlist 💜

J Krew: @nerdysuperchick @a-reader-and-a-writer @babblydrabbly @lacontroller1991 @shadowkittybucky @loverhymeswith @justin-hammers @weallhaveadestiny @xoxabs88xox @katjnordstrom96 @mayhem24-7forever @fangirl0917 @skvatnavle @sociiallydiisoriiented @heresathreebee @alieninoklahoma @bewitchedignition @maddu-oliveira @reveluving @sugapapichulo @hodgepodge-of-rog @ijustthinkrickflagisprettyneat @ed-baldwin

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2016

He knows that you’re standing here through the unforgiving sunlight found overhead. Ever since helicopters touched down, he’s watched. You’ve moved along this outdoor evacuation zone, aiding victims or guiding stranded residents, hustling.

Waller didn’t brief him about you, or at least he doesn’t recall that particular conversation. His main focus should be members of the freak show, but for some odd reason, he wants to know who you are. What’s your story beyond assistance?

Rick waits until Lieutenant Edwards is out of view before heading towards one medical assistance tent.

Other staff members stand at attention or utter greetings to hand Flag respect. He nods in silence, grateful despite many nightmares that stir within his mind time and time again.

“Excuse me?” Rick clears his throat and questions one staff member, even as he is dressed in the complete combat uniform, holstering weapons for protection. Now, there’s no other choice, especially when the mission will take place soon enough.

“Yes, Colonel?” The staff member answers obediently, but he looks to be Edward's age and definitely seems nervous without work at the movement.

“Do you know who that woman is?” Rick tries to ask his question without pointing and faces where you’re standing. You don’t even notice that he’s mentioned you, helping a parent with their child move away from this section and settle elsewhere.

“Yes, Sir.” The staff member affirms Rick’s question and smiles before saying your own name. “Y/N has worked with us for the past few years.”

“All right. Thank you.” Looking at that uniformed staff member, Flag offers this rare smile underneath the brim of his dusted Task Force X cap.

“No problem, Colonel. Anything we can do to help.” The staff member calls out to him, but Rick makes a point to gently excuse himself amid ongoing noise and speak with you before anything else changes.

Once the circus arrives, he’ll never find peace again.

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You’ve already patched up countless individuals and groups before someone else walks forward in the distance.

Both squinted attentive eyes look up to see him, Colonel Rick Flag, marching towards your vicinity. He’s wearing a combat uniform along with tied down boots.

Shit. It takes everything within you not to flinch. His entire brigade is right here, prepared.

“Hello, Colonel.” After pulling yourself together, you greet him, but still keep your hands busy while getting ready for other injured people that will come along.

“Hi,” Colonel Flag briefly smiles underneath his cap and reveals one raspy Southern drawl. His voice sounds smoother than anything else you’ve ever heard before. “I didn’t mean to interrupt you, but I wanted to introduce myself before things get too uh, hectic. I’m Rick.”

You take note of his words, soon remembering gravity. Once Belle Reve prisoners arrive and his soldiers head into briefing mode, you'll probably never see him again. You’re here at the evacuation zone for this assignment, unless told otherwise.

“Hello Rick,” You answer back without shaking hands because of his uniform. During this situation, you know so much better than to brush off his comment. Your head nods and you offer the best smile possible in this heat. “Thank you for coming by.”

“You’re welcome.” Rick understands and wants to say more, but stops himself because he doesn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.

Not only that, but after just a few minutes, he can’t help thinking of you. Even as you work in this blistering heat, you look pretty. A uniform had clothed your own frame and one official lanyard swung with credentials as you spoke with him earlier.

As of this moment, you’re carrying a child on one hip as someone else gives their exhausted parents updates on this current situation. The child on your hip has slumped their head onto your shoulder, now looking adorable in your arms.

Do you have kids of your own? That child isn't even fussin’ out loud. Rick’s thoughts probe.

To Rick, if you’re seeing anyone, that person is so damn lucky that it’s not even a joke at this point.

“Say hi.” Out of nowhere, Flag suddenly realizes that you’re looking at him with a smile to calm down the kind in your arms. You then lift that same child's tiny hand upward and both “wave” across this sanded field. Rick beams, almost gushing.

“Hi,” He whispers as one gloved hand waves almost coyly towards the child. He also makes a point not to yell or “show weapons” over too much commotion. For the first time in a while, another smile emerges, but that expression reaches his face.

Unfortunately, you shift this child back towards their parents before walking back towards Rick, beaming once more.

“Didn’t know that you like kids.” You make this comment and it isn’t long before your eyes squint through sunlight again. “A little girl was squirming too much and her mother wanted to talk with another official, so I improvised.”

“That was really nice. How did you settle the kid down?” Rick whispers, still hiding underneath his cap until further notice.

“Peek-A–Boo works wonders.” You laugh, smiling again. “Next thing I know, she wanted me to hold her and stayed pretty quiet.”

“Rick!” Lieutenant Edwards shouts from across the field, waving both arms like a distress signal of sorts.

Fuck. Rick’s thoughts curse, knowing that his meeting with you has been cut short.

“Sorry, but I gotta go. The circus is here.” Rick sighs, trying his best to move along without leaving you too soon.

“Bye!” You call back, watching as his brigade prepares for more.

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“I saw that.” Lieutenant Edwards starts messing with Rick once it’s time for Belle Reve prisoners to show up

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Rick mumbles, not even making eye contact with Edwards like some annoyed big brother.

“Stop lying, Rick. You’ve been thinking about that girl this whole time. Just shoot your shot already.” Edwards continues walking alongside Rick, trying to boost his mood before hell comes in.

“Come on, be realistic, all right? I may never see her again. Now, let's just get this shit over with.” Rick deadpans his voice instead and finally rounds the corner with Edwards.

The idiots are here, strapped down by guards and ready to go.

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Once the Enchantress mission ends, Rick almost chooses seclusion after returning home. On that assignment, tragedy had struck too often. Even Belle Reve prisoners and comrades, including Edwards, just couldn’t make it past Midway’s dark streets.

Rick is strong enough to deal with everyday tasks for now. At this point, keeping his brain occupied is much better than trying to sleep and conjure up nightmares. Some wounds last forever, no matter how many times he’s gone through pain.

Even still, he makes a point to leave his home at least one a week. There’s a diner located in this small Louisiana town and it’s the highlight of his day. Service is amazing, the food is incredible, and locals here always treat new folks like family.

“Hey, Rick.” A resounding greeting from patrons or employees captures Rick’s ears after he walks into this diner once more. As Rick reaches one window booth and sits down, he then takes the menu, grinning. People chat about him all in good fun.

“Might want to make room at your booth this time, Rick. Somebody else walked past the threshold and there’s no more room at our lunch counter.” One server soon grins as he recognizes Flag and ends up placing another menu right on the table.

“Oh! Really? All right. Thank you for letting me know.” Rick takes note of the update from that server and glances around, but doesn’t see anyone else coming up until seconds later.

He must be seeing things now.

It’s you, the nurse from Midway’s evacuation zone.

#slight angst #colonel rick flag #colonel flag #2016 suicide squad #suicide squad 2016 #dc movies #movies #joel kinnaman fanfiction #rick flag #rick flag x female reader #rick flag x f!reader #rick flag x you #rick flag x reader

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countlessrealities · 1 year ago

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@galaxyinfinitum sent: Chandra is looming in the distance just watching the pair. They are curious! The Celestial finds them both veeery interesting. (for Rick & Morty)

Morty is the first to notice the figure that has been following them. They have kept their distance so far, but their stare is so intense that it has been sending shivers running down the teen's spine, until he has given into the urge and turned around.

Or, maybe, Rick has known all along too and has just decided not to mention it. It wouldn't be the first time. The scientist has the bad habit of ignoring everything that's not his current focus, no matter how dangerous or important it might be.

"Uh, R-Rick?" The teen calls out, with a hint of worry in his voice. "Did you see...T-There's a...There's someone staring at us. An-And I think they've been doing it for...a while."

He hesitates for a moment, unsure about whether or not voicing his concerns to his grandfather is worth the trouble. They will probably be dismissed, as per usual. However, since the creature doesn't seem to have any intention of leaving them alone, in the end he gives in.

"I-It's...it makes me nervous. S-Should we...I don't know, do something about it?"

"An-And what the fuck do you want is to do? S-Start a fight? K-Kill them? Throw them into the Blender Dimension?" Rick oh-so-predictably replies, rolling his eyes. He's obviously unimpressed. "J-Just let them do whatever, Morty. F-For all you know, t-they can't really see us an-and are just chilling. O-Or maybe they think you're stupid and it amused them. O-Or maybe they think I'm hot an-and to enjoy the view."

A shrug follows as he returns his eyes on the scanner he's handling, showing that the subject is already closed for him.

Morty, on his part, can't stop himself from shooting their stalker one last cautious look, before he scoots closer to Rick as they keep walking. He'll do what he's been told, as much as he can, but he also wants to be sure not to keep the genius within his arm's reach. Just in case.

#[ ic :: Morty ]#[ ic :: c137 Rick ]#&& Chandra Luan #[ v. Forever a hundred years ; main verse :: Morty ]#[ v. Forever a hundred years ; main verse :: c137 Rick ]#galaxyinfinitum #[[ Morty is a little spooked x'D ]]#[[ Rick is unfazed 'cause he's used to be stared at by random creeps xD ]]

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bonerot19 · 8 months ago

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here's a little breakdown of the beef, for I-just-want-to-see and anyone else who doesn't know what the fuck is going on (sorry if I forgot anything)

first of all, J. Cole and Kendrick: J. Cole has been, like, vaguely dissing Kendrick for a while, just some lines every now and then (Yujen on tiktok talks about all of this btw and I’m paraphrasing him rn)

Oct 2023 “First Person Shooter” Drake — a song on which J. Cole references a "Big Three" of rap: himself, Drake (lol), and Kendrick Lamar

March 22 2024 “Like that” Kendrick, Future, and Metro Boomin — Kendrick says “motherfuck the big three … it's just big me" aka fuck J. Cole and Drake, they aren't in the same league as Kendrick

April 5 “7 Min Drill” J. Cole — entirely directed at Kendrick, calls him short, says Kendrick’s first album is a classic but now he’s overrated

April 7 J. Cole stops one of his concerts to APOLOGIZE to Kendrick, decides to respectfully dip out. got dragged for it at first but now it is widely regarded as a good move…

April 13 “Push Ups” Drake — takes shots at a lot of people including Future and Rick Ross, but mostly at Kendrick who he calls short (everybody’s so creative)

April 19 “Taylor Made” Drake — Drake uses AI filters to sound like Kendrick’s rap idols (Tupac, Snoop, etc) which has horrified people and he seems to be getting sued/threatened to get sued by Tupac’s estate for this (yay)

April 30 “euphoria” Kendrick — full on diss track, it’s a work of art. he meticulously breaks down Drake’s character (paraphrasing Yujen again), his parenting, and then just starts listing all the things he hates about Drake. it really takes being a hater to the next level. amazing stuff.

May 3 “6:16 in LA” Kendrick — first of all, 6/16 is father’s day in canada, Tupac’s birthday, the day the TV show euphoria debuted, the start of OJ Simpson’s trial and Nicole Simpson’s funeral (the cover art is the black glove ffs), it’s also proverbs 6:16 which is about god being a hater, AND its the date of Kendrick and Drake’s first concert together. Kendrick says there’s a leak in Drake’s team, says everyone hates him behind the scenes, and references Drake being known to talk to underaged girls. amazing, really

May 3 “FAMILY MATTERS” Drake — denies leaks in his team, goes after Kendrick’s wife and says one of his kids might not even be his, aaaaand calls him short. it’s not very scathing, honestly. switches to dissing Rick Ross, and mentions Ozempic… he also accuses Kendrick of hitting his wife (huge if true but I haven't seen anything backing this up?)

May 3 “meet the grahams” Kendrick — this dropped like… within hours of Family Matters. he literally addresses each of Drake’s family members individually. starting with Drake’s son Adonis, apologizing that his dad sucks, like it’s earnest as fuck. oh, also, the album art has Drake’s fucking Ozempic prescription in it. and Kendrick apparently exposes the fact that Drake has an 11 year old daughter?? supposedly the internet found her in like a few hours but take this part with a grain of salt (if I had a nickle for every time Drake had an alleged child exposed during a rap beef...)

May 4 “Not Like Us” Kendrick — to paraphrase Yujen again, Kendrick made a club hit…out of Drake’s underaged allegations. Kendrick says “trying to strike a chord/and it’s probably a-minor” … like a. minor. a child. BUT ALSO people were pointing out that a-minor is a chord with no black keys when played on a piano, and Drake has been criticized for years for appropriating American blackness, pretending to be a gangster, etc.

May 6 (I think) “BBL Drizzy” Metro Boomin — on Push Ups, Drake told Metro to “shut [his] ho ass up and make some drums” and he did! the beat fucks, its great. AND THEN he invited the internet to make a fucking Drake Diss on the beat. I think the winner gets $10k and a free beat. phenomenal stuff. (Drake has been accused of getting a BBL for a little while, because he has weirdly defined abs and his ass suddenly got bigger)

yesterday I explained the entire kendrick and drake beef to my dad just so I could tell him that I had "bbl drizzy" stuck in my head

#kendrick lamar #drake #thank u kdot #I added a read more bc this is actually longer than I expected it to be #anyway #enjoy

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i-will-cry-you-a-river · 2 years ago

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When Morty jumped and turned around to confront the person touching him, instead of an unusually touchy-feely crew member, it's Rick he saw, laughing.

"O-oh-ho-ho, th-eugh-the kitten has c-claws," he chuckled, taking a swing out of his signature bottle. "D-didn't w-want to give y-euhh-ou a fright."

"I-i-it's o-okay, you didn't- you didn't scare me," Morty stammered, ignoring the fact that his head was throbbing at the same quick tempo his heart was beating. Self-consciously, Morty reached back, rubbing his hand against the nape of his neck. Rick Sanchez was the only person in the whole universe who could make him feel like this with just the intense stare of his eyes.

"Y-euhhg-ou b-became a man since we s-st-ugh-arted our j-journey, d-d-didn't you, Kitten?" He asked with a strange smile on his face, caressing Morty's stubbled cheek. Morty blushes at both the unexpected, yet very much welcomed touch, and the blotchy stubble he wore that looked more like a bald baby bird than a proper beard.

He only noticed the growing hair a few days ago. Getting lost track of how long they've been in space, he didn't really know how old he was exactly when his beard grew, but it was a greatly expected moment in his life. Still, even if he noticed it, nobody else did, as the hair was so fine and it only grew in patches. But Rick noticed.

Morty told his excited heart to shut up and be quiet.

"I-I-I g-guess so," he chuckled self-consciously, the bright red slowly creeping down on his neck.

"D-d-eugh-o-o you w-want me to t-t-take care of t-that for you?" Rick asked, and even he was standing upright, Morty managed to almost trip over the mop he held in his hands.

"W-w-w-wha-at?" He stammered even harder than usual.

Rick softly caressed a patch of fine hair on his chin, "I-I guess nob-bleugh-ody thought y-you how to s-shave. I can d-do i-it for you."

Morty's inside turned into a warm, gooey mush, dropping his mop as his knees and arms weakened. "I-i- y-you, s-sure?" he blushed, looking up at the bigger man from under his eyelashes.

"G-good. I m-mean, fine, if you w-w-eugh-ant me to," Rick coughed, sending a wink that made Morty's knees even shakier. The young boy wondered if Rick was really that oblivious, or he knew it very much what he was doing with Morty's feelings. "Come then."

As the ship's cook - and scientist, mechanist, and everything in-between -, Rick had the luxury to have his own sleeping quarter. A tiny one, but still better than any of the crew member's. Morty hesitated following the cyborg down his room, not because he was afraid, but because of the possible intimacy of the shaving. He wasn't sure his young, overly excited heart could deal with that.

But he followed Rick. He would follow him anywhere.

"C-come on in, K-itten," Rick chuckled. "W-welcome to my l-lab," he said, opening his arms in a 'this is me' gesture.

It really was a lab. The tiny space was packed full of various chemicals and mechanical parts, everything screaming Rick to him. The smell of him concentrated in the stale air, mixed with the potent smell of alcohol and other substances, overwhelming Morty's senses. He wanted nothing more than wrapping himself around with Rick's smell and presence. Being there was the second best thing.

"W-well, co-eugh-me on, sit," he motioned to the only chair in the room, next to a small table that held a bowl of water, a bar of soap and a crumpled towel. Morty sat.

Swinging a mouthful of the bottle that never seemed to be out of alcohol, Rick held it out as an offering. "W-want some, Kitten," he asked, burping in the middle of the question.

Nodding, Morty accepted with shaking hands, and took a sip. It was strong, stronger than anything he tasted before, but it instantly took the edge of some of his nervousness, so he swallowed another mouthful before giving the bottle back to it's owner.

Rick raised an impressed eyebrow. "H-huh, look at that, K-Kitten c-ough-an hold his own."

Morty could barely stop himself from blurting out, 'I broke into my alcoholic mother's liquor cabinet when I was twelve. She always had lots of alcohol that she was addicted to ever since her father left her when she got pregnant with my sister, and I wanted to know why her drinks made her so drowsy."

"I c-can take a l-l-lot of things," he said insteady unintentionally suggestively.

Rick just shook his head, smirking at the blushing boy. "W-well, let's get started!"

Taking the towel off the table, Rick laid it on Morty's shoulders to cover his chest. Walking behind the sitting boy, Morty could feel himself getting more and more tense, not seeing what he was doing. The big form of Rick Sanchez was towering over his back, his full chest pressing against Morty's back, his warmth sweeping into his bones. Suddenly, the boy couldn't breathe, his inside was like a jelly, quivering and malleable. He wouldn't have mind to experience the feeling of Rick's closeness in other settings too.

He could feel Rick's breath hitting the back of his head at every exhale, and Morty could smell the foul scent of alcohol in it. It told a lot of things about the boy that instead of being repulsed, he wanted to taste it from inside the source.

"Pass-s me those t-things, w-will ya?" Rick asked, raising a finger towards the bar of soap and the bowl of water. Morty leaned forward, then offered them to the older man. "H-o-eugh-ld the water," he instructed, and Morty did. He could hear the splashes of the water as Rick worked the soap between his palms - one flesh, other cybernetic - to coax out the suds.

"I-I'll put the lather o-on your f-burp-ace, then c-clean it away," Rick explained the process.

Morty had only one question. "W-where's th-the r-razor?"

A whirring sound, a click and a swoosh could be heard, and Rick reached around to show the gleaming blade in the stead of his cybernetic hand. A shiver ran through Morty's body, and even he couldn't decide whether that was because he was afraid or turned on.

Well, the latter, definitely, but maybe a bit of the former too.

"L-let's g-get started th-eugh-then, Kitten," Rick said. Morty didn't feel ready for Rick's organic hand to cup the back of his neck, large and heavy and warm, tilting his head the way he wanted, smearing slippery suds all over his face. He was not ready for the gentle touches as Rick coated his face with lather. Morty had to remind himself to keep breathing.

He was even less prepared for the dangerous pressure of Rick's blade as it slid across his cheeks, carving a clean line through the lather. Morty exhaled shakily.

He is shaving me, he thought dazedly.

Rick worked uncharacteristically slow, getle and cautious even if he was more than a little intoxicated. It never even o cured Morty that he could have been in danger. He was too gone on Rick for that, too trusting and dependent.

Before long, Morty had to move to accommodate Rick's reach, now that he was shaving the other side of his face with short, precise strokes. The press of the razor, Rick's gentle hand on his face, the feeling of his chest on his back, being surrounded by Rick's tights, he felt like he was floating. He wanted that moment to never end. Morty wipes his sweaty palms in his pants, hoping Rick wouldn't notice his nerves.

"A-another sip?" Rick asked, and Morty nodded eagerly. Gripping the neck of the bottle, Morty took a gulp for himself to steel his nerves, then passed it to the older man. When Rick burped and handed it back to Morty, the bottle was empty, not a drop of liquid in it. He hoped the closeness affected Rick as much as it affected him.

The last few strokes were finished too soon. Morty could have fallen asleep, using Rick's chest as a pillow, the repetitive motions lulling him, relaxing him, at the same time, exciting him like nothing before. Not even Jessica, the redhead from home, nor any of the beauties he saw before boarding the ship. They were so close to each other like never before, and Morty wanted to savor the feeling of Rick's body pressed firmly against his. The old man's flat stomach, his strong tights, his… he swallowed. Morty's buzzed mind couldn't help but wonder if he could take that big cock that was pressed against his back. Probably not, it felt too big even behind clothes. But he could take him in his mouth, or between his thighs, allowing Rick to use him like his personal toy. Morty knew it would feel good.

He had to bite back the disappointed whine when the old man's hands left his face. As the task was done, way too soon, disappointment flooded his body. He wanted it to last forever, to hold on these new feelings. Without Rick's hand to warm him, he felt cold, cold and alone, even if the room didn't left much space for them to be far away from each other. Yet, as soon as the shaving was finished, it was as if a gate closed between them. Rick on one side, and him on the other.

He wanted to weep.

He could still feel Rick's breathing against his back, his chest pushing against him, the slightest pressure of his hand on his shoulder. Yet he never felt farther away from Morty.

At once, the weird tension disappeared as Rick slapped his hands together, his cybernetic one once again razorless. "T-these you g-go. S-smooth, l-like a ba-aaaaugh-by's butt." Morty wasn't sure if he just imagined the strain in Rick's voice or not.

"T-t-thank you," he whispered, not confident enough to be able to talk in his normal voice. He smoothed a hand on his cheek, imagining he could still feel Rick's much bigger hand on it, feeling the old man's precise work.

Rick did that.

Rick shaved him.

Rick caressed him.

Morty felt dizzy. It must have been the alcohol, as was the weakness in his legs when he tried to get up. He must have been more intoxicated than he thought.

(Intoxicated on Rick, his mind traitorously added.)

"T-th-thanks," he repeated. His legs were unsteady under him, but they were just doing fine, as he realized he was already in front of the door, unconsciously trying to escape from the overwhelming emotions.

He hesitated for a moment, a beat of anxious, uncomfortable silence. Then he pushed the door open, bolting out like his life depended on it.

The sudden burst of energy was gone by the time he closed the door behind him. Needing a moment for himself, he leaned against the door, trying to keep his heart from exploding, and regulating his breathing, he heard it.

A deep groan, muffled, but distinguishable, then a mumbled, "Y-euhhg-ou are too o-old for this shit. H-huh co-ough-ld be your g-grandson, for f-fuck's sake."

Warmth flooded his body. He wasn't the only one having feelings for the other, after all.

#treasure planet au #rick and morty #rickorty #morty smith #rick sanchez #rick and morty fanfiction

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magicalqueennightmare · 3 years ago

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Come Home (Ending)

So a second part was wanted. So here ya go @lacontroller1991

Warnings: talk of death, killing and cursing.

Fluff ending?

"She's always been my best friend, ya know? I mean when I met her the first time I was pretty messed up with mister j but she was nice to me when no one else was. The more time we spent around each other the better we got along. She knows me better than anyone." Harley was sitting cross legged on the back lawn of the safe house. The team hadn't even made it inside. They all wanted to clean up before Zoe or Tyla saw them.

The job was done. Waller had been taken out, right along with the remainder of the team that had been stupid enough to come after one of their own. No one was left to come after any of you. Cleo was sitting close to Harley helping to get soot out of her hair. "She's been like an older sister to me from the moment we met. Sebastian liked her too. He spent the entire first mission together giving her trinkets" she smiled sadly remembering the way you'd laugh and tease Rick that Sebastian had found you a pendant to wear when he hadn't given you any jewelry.

Floyd half laughed from where he was cleaning his guns before stowing them away. "She was sweet meeting you two. The first time I met her she knocked me flat on my ass. Told me I could wallow or get the fuck up and make my little girl proud of me" Robert shrugged "Looks like she did you good. Zoe is inside after all and you've got full custody of her. First time I met her she backed me up when Waller threatened Tyla. When I found out she was with Flag it wasn't really a surprise. She's been a pain in the ass at times but I don't think none of us would've made it this far without her"

"Miss Friend" Nanaue spoke quietly so Cleo patted his arm "We all miss her"

Rick stood at the foot of your daughter's bed to make sure she was actually asleep before leaving the room. She'd cried for nearly an hour asking for you until Sebastian heard her and with a few squeaks had managed to help soothe the three year old.

He slowly walked out the room and it wasn't until he shut the door behind himself that he let everything hit him. He let out a breath that shook. He could hear the team out back. Zoe and Tyla were playing a video game from the sound of. Even with the low noises the safehouse felt too quiet, as if it mourned your absence as much as the inhabitants of it did.

Your presence warmed the place. Whether dancing in the kitchen with the girls or goading Floyd into a game of horseshoes. You never let anyone feel alone. You were a big part of all their lives. You had fought for each of them at one time or another. That was why none of them had faltered when it had come down to getting justice for you.

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He walked further into the living room and stopped at the small photo album you'd placed there right before going out the day you'd been grabbed.

He picked it up and smiled at the first page "Baby girl this is your family. They're a little wild, a little weird but they all love you" was written in your handwriting. He turned the page to find a photo of you and him with the caption "Mommy and Daddy" he went through all the candids you'd snapped of everyone, even a photo of Nanaue was in it with captions detailing the first time they'd met her.

On the very last page was a photo of just Rick with the caption "Your daddy is the best man I've ever known. Falling in love with him was easy. You're a product of that. If anything ever happens to me know that between your daddy and our family you will always be safe and loved" he ran a hand across his face brushing away tears he hadn't felt fall. What was he supposed to do without you?

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He walked to the backdoor and was just about to put his hand on it when Harley came crashing through "FLAG!" He started to shush her but before he could get a word out she squealed "ABNER CALLED! SHE WOKE UP RICK. SHE WOKE UP!"

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Abner and a nurse had helped you to sit up in bed. You still had a team of doctors and nurses going over your vitals and checking your wounds when you heard Dubois' voice "Flag slow down man"

A half second later your husband appeared in the doorway. His whole body seemed to sag in relief at seeing you. "How long was I out?" You asked in a voice that was still a bit rough from the breathing tube you'd had in for a few days post surgery. "Too long" Rick replied moving to your side as soon as a nurse moved away.

Once the medical team seemed satisfied they dispersed. Robert patted Abner on the shoulder "Let's give em some privacy" right before the two walked out though he looked over his shoulder at you and winked "Glad you're ok sweetheart"

Once it was just the two of you Rick leaned his head over gently on your shoulder "You scared the hell out of me. I almost lost you" there had been very few times you'd heard genuine fear from him but this was one of those times. "I knew you'd find me" you whispered turning to kiss his cheek.

He leaned up and his face was just an inch from yours as he said "I keep thinking what ifs. If I had went with you, if I'd gotten one of the team to go with you" You closed the space between you leaving a gentle kiss on his lips before saying "I'm alive. No ifs" he smiled then glanced around before saying "No one is left that would come after us" you nodded slowly "I expected as much. How's our baby girl?" "Sebastian helped me get her to sleep" he admitted and you laughed wincing from the pain in your side when you did.

"Hopefully I'll be home soon. I want to see everyone" "They can't wait to see you baby. I love you so much" he whispered kissing you again. You smiled against his lips "I love you too Rick"

#rick flag imagine #rick flag x reader #rick flag #rick flag fanfiction

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