#Superior Donuts Play

[do-you-know-this-play]

[0-therw-0-rldly]

I’ll preface this by saying I’m not really a shipper. I just enjoy canon couples on TV Series/films.

Terms I’d like B*ddies to remove from their vocabulary because they don’t know how to use them correctly:

Media literacy: For a group that uses this term a lot you sure do misinterpret everything in this show.

Queerbaiting: Going to expand on this one. A show that’s already been pre established for having queer characters simply cannot queerbait.

Ship baiting: While sometimes you can argue that they could be doing that, that’s only if you look at the show in a very biased manner. You might think this is the case but the general audience doesn’t think the way you do.

Ship war: This isn’t a one tree hill situation where there was Team Brooke Vs. Team Peyton where the middle guy (Lucas Scott) had canonically been with both women. This is people not understanding fanon vs. canon and not being able to just watch the show. It’s like playing quarterback on Madden and thinking you could be better than Patrick Mahomes.

Plot device: everything’s a plot device. Move tf on.

Predator: You sound like crazy MAGA supporters calling everything regarding the LGBTQIA+ community as predatory. Sit down.

Co-parenting: I know this is a big one and discourse was brought up during the hiatus. Oliver and Ryan have loosely mentioned this years ago but it was never to be taken this seriously. Do y’all even know what co-parenting is or are you that big of a donut? Buck is someone who loves his best friend deeply and by extension, his kid too. Him taking care of him frequently does not make him a co-parent. Maybe he is a parental or uncle figure, but he isn’t a co-parent. Also, I swear y’all need to learn how a will works. He is a GODPARENT, not a GUARDIAN. Stfu.

Hag: This especially applies to women, but to say that someone 25-30+ is a hag for still being in fandoms or enjoying tv shows/films is inherently misogynistic. Men are never held to this much criticism for enjoying fictional media, but women aren’t allowed to?

Queer Coding: people of the same sex “looking at each other”, hugging, or having intimate moments all together doesn’t make them queer coded. It could mean that they just love each other that deeply platonically. While representation is amazing and just because you interpret a character as queer coded (just like my ship baiting comment) doesn’t mean others interpret it that way as well. In addition, network TV has stipulations, and also actors are allowed to decline storylines. Ryan has mentioned his character is heterosexual an abundance of times which means (at least for now) that he isn’t willing to go for this storyline.

Dead naming: Y’all construing the fact that Buck wants people like coworkers and some of his former love interests, to saying Evan is his dead name is inherently transphobic because do you even understand what a dead name is? Evan Buckley is shown as being fine with being called Evan by both Tommy and his sister. I’m pretty sure some of his love interests have called him Evan as well.

Fetishizing: You guys saw two hot guys who “looked at each other” and for 6 seasons have wanted nothing but to see those two make out with each other. Those of us who enjoy Tevan saw Buck giddy at the thought of Tommy and have wanted domestic fluff for them since.

Anything to do with racism, homophobia, and misogyny: I’ve seen the way you guys have conveniently weaponized Henren and by extension Aisha/Tracie when you didn’t get the Ryan/Oliver interview, don’t try to act like you’re morally superior. Not to mention wanting a canonically gay man to die in a show and not even holding those who use your ship name to write CSA fics accountable because you’re petty and want to throw hissy fits. Anyone looking at your comments as an outsider would think you’re homophobes and yes queer people can be homophobic.

I do hope you can expand your vocabulary. 🤍

[thepenultimateword]

Sugar and Spice Part Two

Part One

“You’re kidding me." Villain slapped her forehead, dragging the hand slowly down her face. "Of all the thousands of henchmen I could've picked, of all the dozens of departments, I chose a culinary minion? I might as well have brought a rolling pin! Or a donut!"

Henchman frowned. A whole host of arguments sat on his tongue. She might have realized his department sooner if she had taken a moment to talk instead of ordering him around like a dog. Also, she'd obviously lied about Supervillain asking for him, so she only had herself to blame for this situation, and frankly, he didn't trust anything she said anymore. In fact, he was very suspicious about what she was actually doing all the way out here and why she'd tricked a henchman to come along. Not to mention she'd jeopardized his job, maybe even his life, with her selfishness.

He quickly swallowed it all down. None of it would be met well, and he didn't need to be more on Villain's bad side than he apparently already was. He could defend his power though.

"Well, maybe if let me bake you something--"

"Just shut up." Villain plopped back down on the mattress and rolled the other direction.

Henchman stared at her back for a moment. "Should I still keep watch?"

"You might as well go to bed. You’re useless to me.”

Again with the combat-superiority bias. Henchman bit his tongue. “I might not be a good fighter, but I could still wake you up if there's trouble."

"Do whatever you want."

Fine then. He threw off his shoes, kicked under the covers, and flipped toward the wall, the bed springs squeaking aggressively under his weight.

Why should he break his back helping out a villain who didn’t even appreciate it? This was just so typical villain. What a bunch of pretentious snobs flouncing around with their "special" powers and looking down on everyone else. When it came down to it, it wasn't like Villain was really any different from him. They were both pieces. She was just as much under Supervillain's thumb.

“Excuse me?” Villain snarled.

Henchman stiffened. Did he say that out loud? Which part? How much?

He wet his lips and slowly peeked toward Villain's bed but was instantly thrown down. Villain's knees dug hard into Henchman's forearms while her hands were already around his throat, squeezing just tight enough that there was room for a trickle of breath and little else, certainly not any vocals like screaming or begging. "I'm not under anyone's thumb. Got that? I'm not afraid of anyone. If I wanted, I could finish you right here."

Henchman froze. Some prey ran, some fought back, but he was of the type that went still. Like a possum playing dead or a deer in the headlights. He couldn’t move even if he wanted to. All he could really do was stare helplessly wide-eyed up at her. The ends of her hair tickled Henchman’s cheeks, and she bent close enough that he could pick out the amber specks in her molten eyes and feel the warmth of her breath across the bridge of his nose. She blinked into his gaze, and the snarl on her face softened.

She huffed. You’re just lucky I don’t have the time to clean up a body.” She unstraddled his chest and rose off the edge of the bed.

Henchman coughed a couple times and rubbing away the lingering pressure of her fingertips from his throat. "Bit of an overreaction for someone so sure of herself."

Villain whirled, red mane catching the air before floating back to her shoulders. "Do you want to die?"

Henchman smiled innocently. He was being so stupid. He knew that. But for some reason, he felt if Villain really was the sort of person who killed carelessly, she would have rid herself of him the moment he revealed the mistake. One less witness to her trip, mission, thing.

"Certainly not."

“Then shut. Up.” She flicked off the lamp on her way to her bed, blanketing them in darkness except for the sliver of street light stealing through a gap in the curtains.

“Of course, your eminence.”

Henchman curled back on his side, prey heart pounding even under the cover of freshly conjured snark. He rubbed his throat again. He was probably lucky she’d chosen a physical warning over using her powers. If there was any villain he should actually be showing respect to it was her. A primary power user. She’d been top dog of the city before Supervillain showed up and organized everything. She had the power to rearrange, but he had the power to take apart. And taking apart was so much quicker. So right hand it was.

“Villain?”

“Didn’t I tell you to shut up? I’m trying to sleep.”

“Are you running away?”

“What?” Her eyes caught the light from the street, glowing catlike. “Do you think I’m some sort of cow—”

“It’s ok if you are. I bet you could run your own city.”

She blinked.

“Supervillain’s sort of made it impossible for any sort of natural growth in the organization. He kills people for their mistakes, he pits his subordinates against each other, he doesn’t value any of tertiary power types; sometimes it feels like he doesn’t care about the strength of the organization as long as everyone else stays beneath him. It’s not like he’s at risk of being taken out by anyone. Heroes or otherwise.” Henchman caught himself, quickly shaking out his rant. “I’m just saying that it makes sense to me why you might want to leave. Do your own thing.”

"That's not any of your business." She closed her eyes again and didn't say any more.

Henchman forced his own eyes shut. Despite being tired, his thoughts were filled with Supervillain. His insides twisted into knots, raising a light bout of nausea. He couldn't go back. Henchman might be too valuable to kill, but there was no guarantee. Supervillain's decisions weren't always logical. Henchman was actually a little glad to be away from it all. There had been no hope for escape on his own--Supervillain didn't like being stolen from, and leaving was a theft of yourself--but maybe if he was on Villain's side he'd be ok.

Henchman pulled the covers closer around him. He must have fallen asleep because when he next opened his eyes, the room was lit in the dim blue-gray of early morning. The shower handle squeaked from the other side of the wall, and a few minutes later, Villain emerged in the same clothes as yesterday, hair pulled in a wet bubble braid that reached to the middle of her back. She yanked on her boots and snatched the car keys from the bedside table.

“I'll drop you off at a bus stop, but you'll have to find your own way back.”

Henchman blinked groggily at her, but as it struck he shot upright. "Back?" He gaped at her. "You want me to go back? Alone? With nothing but my own word that you forced me to come with you?"

"Well, it's not like I need you to stay. Two people are much easier to track than one."

"You screwed up my job! I missed my deadline! Supervillain could have me killed!"

"And you'll be better off begging for forgiveness than continuing on."

Henchman frowned. Was she actually looking out for him? "What if became your henchman?"

"What are you even talking about?"

"You're building your own empire, right? You'll need followers. So, I'll be the first one. I'll do everything you don't want to and prove that I'm actually useful."

Villain furrowed her brow, suspicion rearranging the pattern of her freckles. "Why?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're just a random henchman that I've never even met. Why are throwing yourself at me?"

Henchman flushed. "Ok, first of all, I don't think I'd describe it like that. Second, we have met. Last, my powers are 100% support-based. I need a boss, and I'd rather work for you than Supervillain."

"What are you going to do, make me cupcakes?"

"Sure. And pot pie. And buttermilk biscuits. And apple strudel. And--"

"How do you--"

Henchman cut the accusation short. "I know everyone of note's favorites. It was my job. Which was a pretty significant job if you ask me."

"You mildly boost powers, so what?"

"That's not..." Whatever. Henchman wasn't in the mood for convincing someone who obviously didn't want to be convinced. "Nutrition is actually a very critical part of an escape. It keeps you alert, energized, and happy. And anyway, I'm pretty sure I've spent more time being inconspicuous than you have, especially when Supervillain first took over the underbelly. I can help organize things. Give advice." He fiddled nervously with a string on his sleeve. He needed this. "Like...for example, you're going to want to trade out that car. It's nice and all but ultra-trackable. Pretty sure Supervillain has a way to hack cameras."

Villain pressed her lips together so tightly it looked painful. "Fine."

"To which part."

Villain waved her hand in the air and strode for the door. "Fine, you can come, and fine, we'll get a new car. But we're making a shopping run first. I left in a rush. So start thinking of things you need."

Henchman trotted grinning after her. “Flour, sugar, baking powder—”

"Not that. There will be no baking."

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[yan-lorkai]

could you do TWST head cannons with a reader who plays the drums and had a more 'rebellious style' but is very polite?

(any characters you like, but maybe ruggie or silver?)

☆*: Silver knows that judging a book by its cover is a fatal mistake, as appearances are very deceiving about a person's real character. So he would never judge you based on what you wear, otherwise he would be betraying his father's teachings and that is something he would never do.

☆*: Furthermore, he knows that you are a very polite and nice person. He hears good things about you from his dad and his classmates all the time, and it's possible he's even interacted with you before if you were part of the music club. Lilia sometimes invites his son to his practices and shows and Silver regularly appears there to show his support for his father.

☆*: Even though drums are a different instrument than the one his father plays, Silver knows a thing or two about caring for it. So he sometimes helps you take care of and polish your instrument, as well as asking you little questions about why you chose to play the drums, how many songs you know how to play. Anyway, he likes your style and the music you produce. If someone ever spoke badly about you around him because of the way you dress, he would give that person an endless lecture.

☆*: At Savanaclaw it's kill or be killed, so your politeness is something that made quite an impression on him the first time you two crossed paths. I mean, you have this rebellious and confident look, he kind of expected you to be like the other beastmen who think they are better than him because they are wolves or lions, or some other strong beast. He expected you to feel superior to him, he's just a hyena after all, but that was a silly thought that he quickly dismissed after you treated him with kindness and politeness.

☆*: You even gave him one of your donuts and patted his head! What kind of bad person would do that? Obviously you weren't bad, far from it, you were an angel! Therefore, anyone who makes fun of you because of your style or your drumming skills will mysteriously suffer minor accidents. Each of them worse than the other if they don't learn their lesson.

☆*: After your first interaction, Ruggie found himself interested in you. So occasionally he would show up to your shows and practices to watch you play and wow, you play well. He doesn't know much about drums, but as he wants to spend time with you, he asks you to teach him a little. He doesn't have money to buy a drum or any other instrument right now, but when he can he knows his grandma and the kids would love to hear him play. Even better if you're there to see it, but well, he can always send you a video.

☆*: Lilia saw you out of the corner of his eye for two seconds and automatically loved your rebellious style, floating towards you to talk and ask for fashion tips, after all, he also likes different styles and knows that the two of you together would be quite a duo. Yes, within five minutes of talking Lilia is already making big plans for the two of you as if you were best friends in the whole world. No, nothing you say or do will drive him away now.

☆*: Whether you join the music club or not, Lilia likes to hear you play. He has a talent for instruments and can help you improve yourself or correct small mistakes you may make without realizing while playing, offering tips and fixing your posture. He also likes to just sit and listen to you play as if nothing in the world could stop him from enjoying it.

☆*: He's like a kid excited about a new toy. And he will also cause accidents to anyone who talks badly about you because of the way you dress. You're so nice, so polite, he love how differently you are apart from your style. And people will treat you with respect or they're gonna deal with him! :)

[waywardangel-wilds]

(More unfinished drafts! Do you guys wanna add to this one? I think it’s good 😊)

Daddy Peeta giving relationship advice!

“So…” Peeta slid up to the counter next to his son. “What was that about?”

“N-nothing,” the boy blushed and fumbled with the money in his hands, dropping a few coins to the bakery floor. He cursed softly and dropped down to pick them back up. “I’m fine, dad.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” Peeta chuckled at the little annoyed face the boy turned towards him. “Was that your girlfriend?”

“I don’t have a girlfriend!” The boy seemed scandalized. He placed the money inside the cash register. “That’s crazy.”

“Ah, so you wish you had a girlfriend. I see.” Peeta nodded sagely while his son looked even more embarrassed. “Hey, there’s no foul in admitting it. You need a starting point to play the game.”

“What game?” The boy asked, slowly picking up the rag to wipe down the counter. Judging by the look of his face, his curiosity would get the best of him.

“The getting a girlfriend game,” Peeta jestingly elbowed the boys ribs. His son merely rolled his eyes.

“I’m not taking dating advice from my dad.” He shook his head with a scoff. Just the thought!

“Have it your way,” Peeta shrugged. “But, if you don’t mind my asking, what is your strategy here?”

“Strategy,” his son scoffed. “I don’t know. I’m just being chill.” His eyes took on a self-assured light, “Nonchalant.”

“Nonchalant?” Peeta blinked in response to his son’s superior expression. “You’re kidding, right? Don’t get me wrong, I’m very happy you remember your vocab lessons, but who uses nonchalant when talking about a girl?”

His son turned away from him in favour of reorganizing the display case, “you just don’t get it.”

“What’s there to get? Impressing women hasn’t fundamentally changed in the past twenty years.” Peeta leaned back against the counter and considered his son’s lanky shoulders. “Have you ever spoken to this girl?”

“I just sold her something, so obviously yes.”

“You haven’t spoken to her,” Peeta said with a nod as if he were analyzing the information. “Are you scared about embarrassing yourself?”

His son didn’t say anything, he just kept on straightening up the donuts.

“Okay, understandable.” Peeta went on. “Did I ever tell you I used to be scared of your mother?”

“You’re still scared of her,” the boy smiled cheekily. Peeta laughed in return.

“Yeah, yeah. Point is, if you really like someone it’s only natural to be a little nervous. The worst that can happen is she doesn’t like you back. If you never talk to her, you’ll never know.” Peeta said.

“Didn’t you go eleven years without saying anything to mom at all?”

“Which is beside the point,” Peeta said magnanimously. “Because I did end up talking to her and now you exist. All you need to do is say hello.”

“Mom said she thought you were weird when you first met,” the boy interjected.

“Okay that’s a lie because I was very charming and cool.” He dismissed. “Which you will be too, if you listen to your old man.”

“Dad,” the boy whined.

“Lesson 1,” Peeta ignored him , standing up straight. He was really embodying this teachers role. “Be polite. No one likes rudeness. Next time you see her, acknowledge her. Say hello, ask her how’s she’s doing. Say something about the weather. Anything, just be polite. You’re going to look bad to her if you just walk past her on the street without even a hello.”

[stonylovessteve]

June 29th - Day One of Reveals

It’s day one of gift reveals! Check back each day for more reveals or keep an eye on the AO3 collection.

To our participants, please be sure to comment on your gifts and thank your creator for making something for you. AO3 sometimes forgets to send gift emails, so be sure to check this blog (or the collection) each day to see what’s being revealed.

All creators are still secret, so don’t post anywhere about your work, even if it has been revealed. You can, however, reply to comments on your work. AO3 will automatically show you as an anon author until creator reveals.

Creators: AO3 will post your work under the date it was submitted. Once your work has been revealed, go into edit and click “Set a different publication date” then change it to today’s date. This will ensure that your work is posted to the top of the new works.

Without further ado… onto today’s gifts!

Still Halfway Human, Just Going Through It for soliloquent (MCU, 9.9k Words)

Stark Industries was still an incredible place to work. Everyone seemed so dedicated and smart and ambitious, it truly reminded him of Howard and his vision for the future. Steve had even seen Tony Stark a few times in passing or when he made his rounds and talked to Steve’s superior in the office, but he hadn’t talked to him more than a greeting in passing. He wasn’t even sure Tony, who insisted on being called by his first name, had actually noticed him during these times. Steve had noticed him all the more.

Give me the luxuries of life  for Thahire (MCU, 4.9k Words)

Four times Steve reluctantly dabbles in a little luxury + one time he leans into it wholeheartedly

Hot Bouncer for Becci_chan (MCU, 2.7k Words)

‘Hey Steve, We had a very interesting last night. Love to stay and elaborate on that but have to take my playful pet baby – Toothless  for a run. Left some hangover cure you might need. Feel free to use the shower or anything else you need. Be back soon. T.S”

The Long Game for waywardmillennial (MCU, 2.6k Words)

Steve prided himself on being a patient man, he really did. He had stared down Nazis, and HYDRA officers, and the British Press on that one horrible media tour. He could spend hours plotting strategies for situations which may never happen but might, and he had been known to accompany Pepper on her stress-relief shopping trips. Steve could hold his tongue. Steve could outmaneuver his opponent. Steve could play the long game. That last donut broke all of that.

not a lot, just forever for AirlocksandAviaries (MCU, 2.7k Words)

A few months after the Battle of New York, Tony invites Steve over to see the apartment he has built for him. Steve, of course, is totally normal about this and not panicking at all.

give me your number (i'll give you mine) for BladeoftheNebula (MCU, 1.2k Words)

Somehow, Tony freaking Stark showing up at the store isn't Clint's biggest shock of the day.

Cap's Comics for robertdowneyjjr (AA, Comic)

The local newspaper/magazine/online publication runs a comic about the Avengers — from thwarted robberies to statues come to life, they are sort of like funny little recaps of the team’s latest missions that New Yorkers have witnessed. Then the comics start becoming more�� domestic, showing the Avengers at home during game nights and weekend brunch. There are even a few where Cap and Iron Man go on a date together. The team comes across these comics and no one realizes Steve’s the artist. After all, the drawings are barely better than stick figures, and Steve’s art is much more refined than that… right?

[vikenticomeshome]

The Cyberchase Homepage Through the Years: part 3 (March 20, 2007 through present day)

Alright, let me pick up where I left off. So, as of March 20, 2007, the main Cyberchase website looked like this.

However, there was also a non-flash version of the page. It was made for users who couldn't process the Flash content. Here's the first version of it, as captured on October 23rd, 2006.

Yeah, they put up a placeholder page before the real thing was ready. I just thought it was funny that the Wayback machine managed to capture it. Here's the final version of this page, captured on January 8th, 2007.

This basic version of the page is not animated. I don't know why they took a freeze-frame with Nezzie's arms stuck like that.

I like their choice of the "Featured Send It", which would have been an excerpt from a fan submitted story.

'Oh no!' Jackie yelled. Her and her friends were in another Cyberchase mission.

Classic Jackie.

Unfortunately, it seems that this basic version of the site was never updated beyond this point. It was just this one freeze-frame for its entire life, which lasted over four years. The basic version of the page was eventually removed when the Flash version of the site was overhauled in late October of 2011.

But what do we care about the non-Flash version when we have the superior Flash version? Well, some time after that March 20th screenshot, they changed how the Flash version of the site was loaded. This change broke the Wayback Machine's ability to archive is properly.

So, between March 20, 2007 until the October 25, 2011, the Wayback machine gives us two types of captures. We either get a failure to load the SWF file for the Flash content...

...Or we get the main SWF loading, but the rest of the content doesn't load.

So, if they did anything special between March 20, 2007 and October 25, 2011, that history is lost.

The overhaul on October 25, 2011 is pretty cool though. We get a view of Motherboard's hangar with a big screen to announce what is going on. This version of the website selected one of three Flash animations to play over the background.

Jackie is the star of the show in the first one. The kids have finally realized that they need to do something to stop The Hacker from accessing their clubhouse. So, we get an animation of the Hacker showing up at the slightly open door, and we get Jackie closing it on him. His bowtie gets stuck.

The second animation stars Buzz and Delete. Delete knocks on your screen and writes "wash me" on it. Then, Buzz sprays the message and delete.

The third animation also features Buzz and Delete. This time, Delete has some donuts, and buzz is made to dance to get one as a reward.

This version of the website also gave us new bios for the characters. However, they aren't as detailed or interesting as the old "Meet the Cybersquad" bios.

We also get a page called "Find it!", which was a directory to different math topics.

We also get revamped versions of the pages for Games, Videos and Activities.

They let The Hacker introduce a page, but they don't have Matt introducing any pages. How strange.

The homepage was supposed to have a banner called "Motherboard recommends over the big screen, but it wasn't capture properly at first. Here's a good capture.

This version of the site also contained polls, some of which have been preserved.

Unfortunately, I wasn't able to find any special holiday editions for this version of the site. It is possible that they weren't captured. However, I don't think they did them.

To make up for that, here's a capture from October 1st, 2017, where the poll screen glitched out. It just says "What". Hell of a question.

And then, on July 27, 2018, we got another revamp.

This is more or less the framework for the site today. They will put different backgrounds out sometimes. I'm happy to report that they started doing holiday theming again.

Here's a capture from November 2, 2018 with their Halloween decorations still up.

Here's a capture from December 2, 2018 with a winter theming.

Here's the one for today.

And with that, we've gone through the full history of the homepage. This was fun.

[lokiandpeter554]

im a sucker for (part 3, heroxvillain edition)

villains who have twitter accounts and uses it just to shitpost

villains who the public ends up agreeing with just because of their twitter/tumblr posts/tweets

villains who seduces their darling heroes just because they feel like it

manipulative hero x gaslighting villain

^this but vice versa

toxic hero x toxic villain

heroes who are aware villain is manipulating them but lets them do so anyways

villains who are aware hero is trying to manipulate them but lets them do so anyways cuz hero looks so cute trying to act intimidating

villains who has an extremely soft spot for animals (mainly cats and large kitties)

villains who managed to bond with a random crow

villains who uses their magical abilities to heal themselves because they refuse to get therapy

villains who uses magic to make hero’s day more better

villains who for some reason have a wild knowledge regarding wine and alcohol

villains who acts indifferent but once offered a donut they immediately steal it and go to a random rooftop to munch on it

villains who got together with their heroes just to make their heroes’ ex jealous

soft villains

heroes who seems tough and untouchable but the moment they’re in villain’s arms, they just melt

clingy heroes

villains owns way too many flowers so they just rain hero with them

tall heroes and their short villain

villains who constantly feel like hero is superior than them and now hero is doing their best to make villain think they’re equals

villains who got their minds poisoned and now hero is extra protective of them

protective villains

possessive heroes

villains who sometimes paints in their spare time while their hero watches them in the distance

villains who knows how to play the guitar and now constantly serenades hero when they have nothing to do

head empty no thoughts heroes/villains

heroes/villains who are extremely whipped for each other

villains who makes heroes fold

oblivious villains

clueless villains

confused villains

chaotic heroes who pulls their villain into whatever shit they want to do…and villain following them willingly

self care royal villain

villains who are big on consent

villains who just nom noms their hero’s skin when their brain just flatlines

heroes who just nom noms their villain’s skin when their brain just flatlines

poetic villains and their poetic compliments

heroes who has picked up villain’s poeticness and now cant stop being poetic (they freak out when they realize this and villain is just hysterically laughing at them)

villains who likes to cuddle the shit out of heroes because they dont know how else to show their love

heroes who cuddles villains and gives them little head pats every time they meet each other

heroes who likes messing with villains hair (villain letting them do so)

[britneyshakespeare]

heav'nly donuts doesn't get the same new england icon status as dunkin' donuts and i know why but i don't know why. first of all, it's not like their products are at all inferior. they have a wide variety of coffee and other hot/frozen drink options that regular customers do as a matter of fact go crazy about. their staple breakfast options come to play just as hard as dunks. in fact everything about heav'nly kind of is like dunkin but just trying way harder. and mostly succeeding. their donuts are all much larger than dunkin's. and they're also a new england-based franchise founded in massachusetts, only 25 years younger (dunkin opened in 1950 and heav'nly in 1975—but both of these are significantly younger than my grandparents). but heav'nly, despite its cult status among consumers, despite people KNOWIN what's up and that their products are on par if not superior, remains far less ubiquitous although still definitely not struggling. what is it about the dunkin franchise that allowed it to succeed and grow at an unbelievable rate? to the point of them being national competition to starbucks? how DID it come to be that there's a such a ridiculous density of dunkin donuts shops in the greater boston area? to the point where, if you live in this part of the country, you'll probably have to go out of your way if you prefer to get coffee at a starbucks, or some other franchise, instead? how did america come to run no dundun? and considering that, isn't it amazing that heav'nly has managed to be so strong a franchise in the deep dunkin donuts woods?

[systastic]

Hey, do you mind if we could get 2-3 level 3 simpsons alter packs?— /genq

It’s alright if not, but we’re in a bit of something right now.

this request came out of left field and hit us with a steel chair. (/lh) you bet you can. -❤️

sorry it took so long — we know nothing about the simpsons and had to deep-dive into the wiki! -🌲

name :: lisa, mary or marie, hazel, wendy, molly, astrid, cleo, margot

age :: 14 to 16

pronouns :: she/her, they/them

roles :: academic (all classes), posier, medicine taker, negotiator, assidumate

species :: human-adjacent

gender identity :: demigirl

orientation :: hard lesbian. boys disgust her

source :: the simpsons

aesthetic :: light academia

appearance description :: hazel is only a few inches shorter than her brother, but he still relentlessly teases her about it. despite her young age, wendy is often dressed up to look her best: a pearl necklace, clean dress, and heels (to make her taller). her hair is well-maintained if not a little frizzy by virtue of genetics. molly keeps her clothes clean, doing her laundry every week without fail and ironing out her shirts and pants to keep them tidy. it does little to stave off the crumbs astrid picks up from sitting down around the house… if only her father didn’t eat so many donuts.

personality description :: being the moral center of her entire family is exhausting, but somehow lisa manages to do it. she is strict on herself and her family, but for good reason — in her eyes, they are incompetent bumbling idiots who desperately need her help. (worse yet? she isn’t entirely wrong!) lisa is highly intelligent, extremely thoughtful with her responses and actions, and is a huge believer in both balance and karma. her voracious appetite for learning has earned her academic and musical accolades alike. being surrounded by idiots (her words, not mine!) can make margot feel isolated from other people in her circle since they don’t always share her tastes. despite that still, hazel sticks to what she knows is right and does her damndest to make the world a better place. and yes, they’ve tried to get their family to help too, but… well, that isn’t an easy task.

likes :: reading long and highly complex novels, daydreaming about her future, playing the saxophone, preparing herself for the real world, looking like an adult (clothes, makeup, and jewelry), malibu stacy dolls, ponies and horses, the itchy and scratchy show

dislikes :: her brother’s antics, being overlooked, not being taken seriously or being treated as “stupid”, people who claim to be superior to her, self-proclaimed intellectuals (they often aren’t very smart)

front triggers :: marching band practice, engaging in a battle of wits, dealing with stupid people, having to appear professional

signoff :: 📚, 🎷, or 🐴

image source here

name :: bartholomew (bart), maxwell (max), quinn, rocky, cedric, nathan (nate)

age :: 15 to 17

pronouns :: he/him

roles :: hobbyist (skateboarding), sportsman, guzzler, coach

species :: human-adjacent

gender identity :: male.

orientation :: gay

source :: the simpsons

aesthetic :: punk, trashy raver, chaotic academia

appearance description :: nate is a rebel with a cause and he knows it! he opts for leather jackets and vests, pop art tees with either pictures or words slapped on front, occasional sunglasses, and jorts. yes, jorts. nobody has stopped him from it before, so why would they stop him now? cedric opts to take his shirt off when he can, like for sporting events, swimming, and costumes among other things. he pretty much always has pants with pockets to stuff his hands into (it gives him that extra cool factor). when not trying to dress up, quinn opts for the good old fashioned t-shirt and shorts combo. oh, and he always wears sneakers. always.

personality description :: to anyone else, nate seems like a normal teenager: a troublemaking little shit who causes mischief and chaos wherever he goes regardless who it’ll end up affecting. in truth, his actions come from a sore lack of attention, prompting him to act out as a way of gaining people’s attention. this has morphed into a practical joker attitude; max plays pranks on people he likes to show that he cares, and pulls mean-spirited ones on those he doesn’t like. while he can be impulsive and selfish at times, bart does give a shit about his family. he tries to help them and offer his support in the only way he knows: pranks and checking up on them, making sure they’re okay and that his wisecracks didn’t leave them worse for wear.

likes :: pulling pranks, reading comic books, playing video games, playing the drums, goofing off, using his slingshot or yo-yo, skateboarding, ned flanders, his sister (she is pretty darn useful and he appreciates someone smart being on his side), and watching tv, particularly the krusty the clown show

dislikes :: girls (cooties…), doctor’s appointments, goody-two-shoes, his sister, having to take any sort of responsibility, watching his dad eat (how does he do it? does he have a black hole in his stomach?), having to take care of / be responsible for his sisters, and his younger sister lisa (he thinks she’s way too smart for her age and a know-it-all, but does like her as a member of his family)

front triggers :: things pertaining to skateboarding, rock n roll songs, childish cartoons, superhero movies

signoff :: 🛹, 🏹, or 🩳

image source here

name :: marge, minerva*, esther, diana*, lisa anne, joanne, roslyn, theresa

age :: 36 to 38

pronouns :: she/her

roles :: chef, transportation helper, steward, assidumate

species :: human-adjacent

gender identity :: female. doesn’t really understand all this gender stuff that well.

orientation :: heterosexual

source :: the simpsons

aesthetic :: high cleancore, 50s suburbia

appearance description :: being an older woman requires a certain manner of dress to seem appropriate. marge is a master in this ancient art of motherhood; she has one outfit that she really likes, owning multiple of the same dress in case the one she’s wearing gets dirty. thanks to diana’s past careers, her closet is also chock-full of past uniforms: her mayoral suit, flight attendant uniform, and police officer uniform among others. she keeps her hair up out of her face so that it doesn’t get in the way during her day to day life. similar to her daughter, lisa anne wears a string of pearls around her neck. these are more for comfort than anything. what’s a woman to do without some sort of accessory?

personality description :: generally quite kind and sweet to people, esther almost never swears, though she has come very, very close. she is fiercely protective of her family and can be a bit of a mama bear when provoked. occasionally has fits of explosive anger when being pushed too far — but this always falls apart and prompts plenty of apologies to the people involved. anything that is out of her definition of a normal life is revered as something special, and she takes joy in the moments where she can indulge in new things and experiences. marge often seems to be quite tired and overworked - and she is, what with having to take care of her hapless husband, mischievous son, and intellectual daughter all at the same time.

likes :: cooking, cleaning, taking care of her children, her family, going to church, being able to use her French, being active and able-bodied, new experiences, her home life, baking for school affairs or birthdays, and being able to test out new dishes with her family.

dislikes :: the homeowners association, nosy neighbors, her husband coming home late from the factory, filth and grime in her kitchen, losing her baby, bart’s incessant need to be moving and active at all times, losing control over her house / being uprooted as matriarch, and her husband’s inherent laziness.

front triggers :: dirty dishes, childcare, weaponized incompetence both at home and in the workforce

signoff :: 🍳, ⛪️, or 🏠

image source here

* == name of a deity, use with caution!

[junoswrites]

Nighthawks

Chapter One

A/N: I took some inspiration from Law and Order type-dramas that I’ve been binging lately so I’m excited to steal some jokes and use it in my fic.

☆彡

The Tokyo National Museum’s familiar halls were darkened as the night creeped on. With it being slightly past eight o’clock, you were absolutely positive that all the tourists that streamed through the exhibits were gone. Despite the empty halls brimming with unseen treasures of the art world, your laboratory was a hive of activity.

Conservators were working intently on the cross stitching of a lavish tapestry on loan from the Tokyo Western Art Museum. As the leading Head Curator of the Museum, You were personally staying back to supervise your coworkers. Luckily, you had the ticket to raising any low morale for this assignment. “Everybody,” You called out to the team with a small smile, “I have a surprise.” Haruhi, a woman with blonde and pink highlights in her dark hairlooked up with widened eyes. Her hands trembled from fiddling with a difficult strand of cotton. One look at the mysterious pink bag dangling from your fingers made her squeal and get up.

“Donuts!” Her cry of joy roused the others from their work, drawing a large crowd of exhausted technicians. A moment passed with the snap of latex as gloves were hurriedly removed. You smiled at the growing smiles on their faces, bring influenced by their infectious high spirits. “Bon Appetite, everybody.” You set the box on the nearby table, before you got swept away by the ensuing bloodbath.

The night stretches on and you and the team are working intensely on your work. Calming bossa nova plays in the background as all of you try to tuck in loose threads, replace stained patches and mend torn ends. You quietly lean over to peer at Junko’s careful attempt at tabby reweaving over a spot where a weft in the tapestry was missing. Reaching out to gently take the needle from her, you prepare to teach her how to efficiently darn another spot. “Junko-chan, great work. Do you reme-“

“Bam!”, the glass door to the laboratory slams open with a crash.

Junko’s hand jerks in alarm, drawing blood from her fingers as crimson blooms on her thumb. Yelping in surprise, you glare at the sudden intrusion before your eyes widen in surprise. The head of exhibitions, your superior Yamato Hideki, was striding into the laboratory in a panic. You had never seen him shed his cool demeanour before. The team stares wide eyed as Yamato doubles over in exhaustion, panting loudly.

He calls out to you, “Doctor Fujiwara, there’s something important I need to discuss with you-“ You hold up a hand to stop him, crossing to a nearby first aid kit and grabbing antiseptic with a bandaid. “Nishimura-san, please administer first aid to Ito-san while I confer with Yamato-san. Everybody please continue on the tapestry and leave by nine thirty.” Haruhi speedily tends to Junko’s finger after hearing your instructions and nods to you as you leave with your boss.

The tall man within the office is impatiently crossing his arms in a plush chair. Wearing a high collared black jacket and tactical gloves,

leaning against the chair were two infamous grenade-like gauntlets. Ash blonde hair graced softer features defined by high cheekbones. Too bad they were warped and twisted into the world’s deepest scowl.

Your polite smile felt frozen on your cheeks.

“Pro-Hero Bakugo-san,” You immediately bow, “It’s an honour to meet you.” All Bakugo does is give you a stormy look, “Yeah, whatever. Let’s cut the crap. Why the hell did you take so long to come here?” You winced at his rough language. Viral YouTube or Twitter videos that circulated the net every once in a while did nothing to prepare you for the onslaught of his rage in person.

Glancing at Yamato who now timidly watched from behind his desk, you frowned. Your lips pressed into a thin line in annoyance before answering calmly, “My team member was injured upon Yamato-san’s arrival. I apologise for our perceived lateness but we had to administer first aid to her. I gladly agree that we should dispense with courtesy since you’ve clearly taken the initiative to do so first.”

The previously agitated blonde’s eyes widened a little at your statement, before he seemed to shrink a little as he slightly calmed down. “Oh. Alright.”

You were stunned at his relative compliance, realising that he truly had mellowed out over the years since he had entered Pro Hero Work. The Twitter articles that Haruhi had sent to you fangirling over Bakugo held some grain of truth. She would probably be screaming at you if she knew who you were in a meeting with right now.

Yamato takes the awkward silence that descends as an invitation to jump in. “Doctor Fujiwara as you already know this is Pro-Hero Bakugo Katsuki. Bakugo-san is here on Pro-Hero business to consult you on an Egyptian artifact found on the crime scene.”

He faces Bakugo, gesturing to you with a small grin, “I’ve decided to refer Doctor Fujiwara to you as the lead consultant on this case. She’s the leading expert in her field.”

Bakugo raises his brows, “Seriously?” You couldn’t believe that he was doubting your credentials. You straighten up in your chair, “I have a doctorate in Art History and Egyptology.” “She’s also majorly skilled in the Fine Arts,” Yamato pipes in, as if to buff up your scrawny image in Bakugo’s eyes. You didn’t need him to know that you absolutely sucked in any practical art medium other than watercolour.

He narrows his eyes, before sighing and digging into his briefcase. “Fine, Doctor Fujiwara.” He fishes out a brown file.

“Hurry up and read this, because I’m not going to explain or repeat myself after this.” You gingerly thumbed through the pages of the crimes scene reports, as Bakugo started on a story of how him and his Sidekicks were at a bank vault on a mission.

Your thumb paused flicking the report, gaze hovering over an image of the bank’s private collection of ancient artifacts. You frowned at the caption. “The United Bank’s ancient Egyptian artifacts were under excellent protection. It was all stolen?”, you couldn’t help but muse out loud.

Bakugo scowls before rolling his eyes, rising from his seat and stabbing the next photograph with his finger. “Half stolen. Half. We managed to recover the rest. Ground Zero Agency is definitely more efficient than United Bank’s shitty security detail.”

You raised your brows as he leaned back and crossed his arms in his seat again. Silently, you resumed reading the report. You flicked through the document quickly, stopping to note the bloody crime scene photos. You winced at the bloodied photographs of a captured villain’s wounded chest. “Looks like you hurt them pretty badly. You guys seem to have it in the bag so far. What is my expertise needed for.”

Bakugo shrugs, jabbing a thumb at Yamato. “This is where he tells me you come in. You’re going to help me identify the ring we managed to take from the villain group’s leader.” He tosses a plastic bag to you and you catch it, noting the weight of its contents.

The bag contained a metallic ring, encrusted with rusty brown flakes. Turning it around in your hands, you did a cursory visual examination. “This needs to be tested for its purity, but I think it might be silver. Engravings and stylistic design are simple, typical Ancient Egyptian make.” You cast a look at Yamato and grin.

“Yamato, come over and look at this. I think it’s actually a genuine signet ring!” Yamato perks up, rushing over and peering at the ring in your hand. “Oh my! This is beautiful, Doctor Fujiwara.” He shakes his head in disbelief, before rushing to his computer to search up any matches to the ring in your palm.

Your grin intensifies, as you bring the plastic bag to your eye and stare at the gemwork on the ring. “The blue paint on the outer ring around the owner’s name. I think these are smaller blue lapis lazuli gemstones embedded beside the ring’s hieroglyphs…” You lock eyes with Yamato’s shining ones and burst into excited laughter, throwing your head back a little. “Eighteenth Century! My favourite!”

Then you are acutely aware that there is a very foreign presence in the room. One that probably did not appreciate your reaction to dating the signet ring’s rough time period which it originated from. You glanced at Bakugo, fighting to keep the smile off your face at your discovery. Instead of the furious expression you anticipated, you find his features are more confusing as ever. You’ve never seen this expression on the news or any post online. His eyes are widened, face curiously open with a raw display of emotion.

You hope it’s nothing bad, immediately schooling your features to remain professional. “I’ll need to get this to the lab tomorrow to be certain of my theories,” you conclude your short analysis as you straighten your posture. Yamato nods, gesturing to his computer, “I’ve found no obvious matches to this signet ring online so far. I’ll have to access our museum’s database tomorrow to cross reference with the bank’s inventory.”

You look down and glare at the rusty flecks encrusted on the ring, examining at it through the flimsy plastic bag. The mysterious dirt was staining the ring, particularly on the inner surfaces of the band, “Why is it so dirty. How did you obtain it again?”

Now it was Bakugo’s turn to laugh. His deep voice echoed around the office as you jerked up to see his features softening in derisive mirth. “Hah, you gotta be kidding me Doc. It’s blood.” You stiffen. You had encountered ancient human remains before but fresh dried blood still gave you a slight ick.

“Blood? That’s blood?”, Yamato squeaks. Bakugo’s sarcastic smile deepens as he looks at Yamato’s shock, “Of course you idiot! Thats what happens when someone’s finger is cut off.”

Your eyes widen but before you even respond, there’s a loud crash as Yamato faints.

[fleurcareil]

Second month recap: July

Driving away from Sleeping Giant on 1st August means I've already completed two full months in the road!! Wow!! 🤩 And most amazingly, I still feel fantastic and am not ready yet to start going home by a long shot... 😁 in fact, I'm starting to get a bit concerned about everything that I still want to do in the remaining time, but I'm sure I'll figure it out!

I forgot to check the odometer but it was probably at around 67500 so that means I drove another 6,000 kilometers in the second month and slightly under 13,000 km in total. I still stick mostly with camping two nights in a row in a park (where I drive the absolute minimum), followed by a series of motels/inns/hotels when I drive larger distances, typically 3-4 hours a day interspersed with several breaks at viewpoints, small hikes, towns etc to get a feel of the area. I generally aim to arrive at my sleeping place by 6-7pm latest so that I have enough time to settle in before it gets dark (long summer hours help!) but once in a while I get there earlier around 3-4pm to get a lazy afternoon. And sometimes I only start at 10-11am taking it easy in the morning, especially when it's crappy weather 😅. The joy of absolute freedom to choose how I spend my days!! 🥰❤

I can hardly believe where I was at the end of the first month as that feels such a long time ago... in Matane in the Gaspesie, Québec. So last month, I did the entire Labrador loop which included a large section of unpaved road and more boreal trees than I ever imagined 😝. Got delayed on the cargo boat back to Québec so that resulted in some last minute changes to hotels and tours, then the ever-impressive sea along the Cote Nord all the way west to Québec City, several pretty national parks in central Quebec that were unfortunately impacted by flooding, a stay-over in Montreal and then along the Ottawa Valley via North Bay - Sudbury - Sault Ste Marie to the spectacular scenery of Lake Superior! 🎉 The diversity in the natural environment from maritime to boreal, from sea cliffs to inland canyons & massive lakes is so incredibly huge, and I'm only half way, as the Prairies and the Rockies are still ahead of me! 😍😍

What is constant though throughout is the friendliness of the people I meet, whether it's the staff at the visitor centres and in the parks, other campers or restaurant guests, or even if it's only a short "great day isn't it?" when you're passing each other on the trail or on the water. Canadians are rightly proud of their local area as well as their country, and are truly wanting to share that with others.

I've also come to realize I'm not alone in wanting to pursue my dreams as many have done so before me; from the scallops farmer in Québec to the inn owner in Ontario, several have shared with me their life trajectory often having moved away from the busy corporate/urban life to focus on what's important to them. No one has perhaps dared to tell me I'm crazy 😜 and it's surprising how many people can in some way relate to Chile 😅 so that makes me hopeful for the future!

Lastly, I wanted to share my reflection on the role that cross-country retailers like Canadian Tire, Tim Hortons and to some extent grocery stores and gas stations play in comforting travelers like me and unifying Canada as truly one country... as part of my job, I've ofcourse always known that CT has 507 stores across Canada but I've never felt what that means until now. When driving for 100-300kms in the middle of inhospitable forest without cell reception and literally only a handful of sideroads and buildings, it's comforting to know that at the end of it there will always be a place to e.g. buy a cup of tea & a donut or propane & kindling 😅. Typically, both CT and Tim Hortons will have signs 5-10km upon approach of a town (though mostly run down and overgrown 😉) and there's a real sense of relief & joy that I've been feeling seeing those signs; a combo of gladness that my car didn't break down or was hit by a moose/bear, and of happiness to be back in the familiar human realm (something like that, not sure how to explain). Secondly, it's also unifying to see the same brands in so many different places, as that creates a bond between all Canadians (in contrast, if you would drive equal distance in Europe you would likely have crossed a border with each country having its own brands/language etc). Having the same stores with the same products everywhere you go in Canada creates a commonality that clearly says: I am in Canada 🇨🇦 (actually, because CT stores are built on a standard proto design, I bought firestarters in exactly the same aisle in Pembroke as in Dryden 🤣)... I don't think this comforting & unifying aspect is apparent when you live in an urban area or only travel locally, but this roadtrip has increased my appreciation of both these Canadian brands (and I'm really not a big Tim Hortons fan although the branch in Marathon was phenomenal) .

I've rambled long enough now and need to light the fire 😃, so here's my top ten-ish of best experiences for the second month in chronological order. Scroll to my previous blogs for pictures!

1. Driving the Labrador loop including the expansive boreal forest and the Manic-5 hydro dam, QC/NL

2. Staying at Battle Harbour Island, NL

3. Seeing icebergs on the trails at Red Bay and L'Anse au Clair, NL

4 Taking the cargo boat from Blanc-Sablon to Kegashka, QC

5. Touring the Mingan archipelago (both west and east islands), QC

6. Whale watching at Cap de Bon-Désir & the Marine Discovery Centre, QC

7. Hiking the Mont du Lac-des-Cygnes at Grands-Jardins, QC

8. Meeting Nabil and spending the day in Vieux-Montreal, QC

9. SUPping at Barron Canyon & Restoule, ON

10. Hiking the pictographs trail at Lake Superior & the coastal trail at Pukaskwa parks, ON

11. Paddling on Lake Superior, ON

12. Guided PoW camp hike at Neys provincial park, ON

There's a few that I omitted such as the Manitou waterfall in eastern Québec, park La Mauricie and the Ouimet Canyon that are must-do's if you're in the area but I can't simply name everything that I did! 😉

I'll need to create better Gmaps next time I have internet on my laptop!

2nd month travel;

Total travel since 1st June;

[justarandomsloth]

i don't mind a bit!

2, 10 (gone to ifly?), 14, 19, 25, 29, 32, and 44!

(i didn't anticipate there to be 50 so i got excited when i saw a long list shdhdbcbcb no pressure to do all of these! also ifly was the first thing to come to mind, bear with me dnfjjsns)

— brick

Thank you for the asks!! I had a lot of fun answering these :D

2. Pepsi box blue or cheetos bag orange? I gotta say pepsi box blue is clearly superior-

10. Have I ever gone to ifly? Not at all a question I was expecting but yes I actually have!! It was really cool and I would do it again/go skydiving if I was given the choice!

14. Do you admire the clouds and color of the sky? Yes! I firmly believe that where I live has the best colored sunrises and sunsets! (not the best scenery but the best colors at least)

19. Zombies or vampires? Vampires

25. Can you tie a cherry stem with your tongue? Nope but I've tried before and gotten close!

29. The last thing you ate? I feel called out by this...... it was a donut

32. Do you write better with a pen or a pencil? Pencil because I can erase my mistakes. I do actually like drawing in pen a lot more then I thought I would after I tried it and I'm not the greatest at it yet but I have one that pen drawing that I'm proud of!

44. Do you collect anything? YES, I have so many collections of things and I swear I collect everything I can get ahold of-

My more notable collections include rocks, shells, little glass animals, books, four leaf clovers I've found, musical instruments (idk if they count but I have several and I'm trying to learn how to play them all and I want to learn to play more ones that I don't have), carved trinkets from the various countries I've been to, stamps, and more!

Now I wouldn't call them full on collections (cause some I only have a few of) but I just keep everything that I find to be cool/interesting. Some things (like the stamps) I don't have a lot of and I've kinda stopped looking for but I'm certain if I found any new ones randomly that I thought looked nice I would keep them!

[juicycoutureheaux]

When it’s Over

Chapter 2: Give ‘em Hell Kid

Hey y’all, this is Chapter 2 of my Chris Redfield x OC fic. Again, the OC does have a backstory, but this was initially meant to be Chris x Reader. So it kind of reads as such hence the tags. More chapters of this fic are on Ao3, but I’m cross posting here for shits and giggles. Thanks y’all ♥️

Captain Redfield & Anna just continued in silence deeper into the mine.

Anna was trying her best to continue to be professional, but the truth was she was scared shitless and couldn’t have been able to speak regardless.

All that could be heard was the sounds of their breathing through the rebreathers. She was so thankful the geniuses in combat equipment development were so thorough.

She made a mental note that if she got out alive, she would bring them donuts and coffee the next time she was at the base.

She was so lost in fantasizing about being back at HQ she almost bumped into Chris when he stopped abruptly.

They were now in what seemed like a holding area of sorts. That's when she saw what Chris had stopped for; it was another one of the missing soldiers.

“You Ok in there?” Chris said to the soldier.

The soldier looked up so weakly, it was almost like he couldn’t lift his head at all.

“Redfield is that you?”

“We're gonna get the key and get you out of there. Don’t worry.”

Anna was ready to get the key and get the soldier the fuck out of there. At this point she didn’t care about apprehending Lucas, she just wanted her comrade to live.

“Captain Redfield, I think I see something down here!” She said into her mic.

The sight was strange, it was in a crate labeled blatantly “key”.

“This is a game he wants us to play into, but why?” she thought out loud.

That's when she heard something quickly shuffle behind her. It was one of the molded. It let out a disgusting screech and went to strike her. She was able to move out of the way in time and shoot it directly in the head. The monstrous form disintegrated right in front of her.

Damn, she was fucking lucky. She wasn’t sure if it was pure adrenaline that had her shot right, or if St.Barbara was looking out for her dumbass; either way, she was thankful.

“Nice shot Connolly,” She heard Chris remark. “I was worried they had sent me another rookie. Looks like I was wrong.”

“Thank you so much, Captain, that makes me feel SO secure in my superiors' choice to send me down here.” She said sarcastically.

Chris laughed at her comment. He was very accustomed to the BSAA deploying soldiers into dangerous situations blindly; hence, why they were here.

The light-hearted moment was short-lived of course. More of the mold started to ambush them and the once dead silent cavern was filled with gunfire.

When they finally subdued enough of them, they scoped out the surrounding area to find any more clues to see what the “key box” was attached to. They both decided there was no other choice but to approach it.

That's when Chris moved to grab the key from the cart, the box quickly retracted into the air.

“Shit!” They both said in unison.

“It’s attached to that pulley over there!” Anna motioned to the device.

Captain Redfield moved closer to investigate. “It’s missing the lever, we gotta find it.”

Anna moved frantically to find the missing piece, praying no more molded would try to ambush her or Captain Redfield in the process.

She found it.

“Good job Connolly!” Chris praised.

She ran the lever over and Captain Redfield quickly rigged it up.

“All right, I’ll pull this thing up and you grab the key!” Chris ordered.

“Yes sir!” She happily obliged.

As soon as Chris started to work the pulley, a massive white creature started to make its way toward them.

“Connolly, MOVE!” Chris shouted at her.

She felt frozen in fear, but she managed to move her legs enough to fall back. They tried using their weapons against the monster, but it was useless.

“What the fuck are we looking at?” Chris spoke to HQ.

“I’m not sure, this must be new. Exercise extreme caution.” HQ responded.

“Captain Redfield, she’s right. It’s regenerating too fast.” Anna panicked. “There have to be some RAMRODS down here to subdue this fucker.”

“Let’s find out,” Chris responded in a calm tone.

How could he be so cool at a time like this? Blue Umbrella had no clue what this thing was and if the RAMRODS didn’t work, they were shit-out-of-luck.

The two busted into what looked like a storage area, searching through the shelves quickly.

“I think I found it?” Chris motioned for her to come over. She was able to read the label “Rapid-Acting Mycetotoxic Rounds”.

“Yup, this is certainly it.” She sighed. “We have to use these sparingly.” She assured him.

“Understood, ma’am.”

Chris led them back to the area with the huge white monster.

It was making its way slowly to them. “Here goes nothing.”

He threw the round at the beast and it screamed in pain, Anna then took her chances and emptied a clip into the mold. It shrieked one last time before liquifying onto the ground.

“Might as well multitask while we’re here,” Anna said as she plucked a specimen container from one of her tactical pockets and collected the fungus.

Chris looked curiously at her.

She understood his confusion and responded with “They didn’t let you know? I usually work in a lab analyzing this stuff, not battling them face to face.”

“Great thinking ahead on collecting the specimen Connolly,” HQ said to her. “We can use it for further research.”

Chris only shook his head “Let’s go and grab that key before Lucas can cause any more trouble for us.”

Anna agreed silently and they went back to free the soldier.

“It’s over now, we’re here to save you.” Chris tried to assure him.

“You shouldn’t have come back, I’m the bait and you fell for it.” The soldier wheezed out.

“Don’t talk like that, we’re here now. We’re going to get you out of here.” Anna tried to assure him.

That’s when the saw above his head whirred to life and made its descent to the soldier’s neck.

Anna panicked and tried to cut him free from his bondage while Chris tried to shoot the saw, but their attempts were futile.

The soldier’s blood splattered on her helmet. She was frozen in place.

Lucas’s voice filled the once-silent room. “Looks like y’all were too late! Oh well!”

Anna was silent, but she wanted to scream and retaliate back at him. She knew it would be useless, it was what he wanted.

She was broken out of her thoughts when she heard Captain Redfield’s labored breathing.

“Captain! You have to take his ventilator! Yours seems to be malfunctioning!” she panicked. “You can’t leave me down here!”

She apologized to the deceased soldier and made the sign of the cross over herself as she plucked the ventilator from his mask. She prayed wherever he was he was at peace. She handed the ventilator to her Captain and he quickly installed it into his mask.

“Thanks for thinking straight, Connolly,” Chris mumbled.

“If it was me, I would want someone alive to use it. Remember that!” she laughed

“Don’t talk like that Connolly, your sister needs you alive to give another saint to.” Chris quipped back.

She was so thankful for the visor at this point, not for the protection, but for the sheer fact, it was hiding her blush. She felt like a fucking schoolgirl; the last time someone had her blushing was probably when she was in high school.

She chalked it up to her brain taking in loads of mental trauma at once and Chris just doing his job, as to why she was crushing on him now.

She would need tons of therapy when she fully processed this in about two weeks, but she at least had her maladaptive daydreaming to keep her functioning at the moment.

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They finally came across the last missing soldier after almost being lasered to bits by the traps set by Lucas.

“This guy is such a loser.” Anna thought to herself. All of his traps were like overdone tropes from the “Saw” movies.

“It's you!” The soldier said with enthusiasm. “I thought they forgot about us.”

“Never.” Anna tried to assure him. She tried to believe it herself after the last two failures. She was terrified of what was to come next.

“Connolly, you stay right here, I’m gonna find a way to turn these things off.”

She nodded and stayed put.

“Are you injured anywhere?” She tried to keep him calm by talking.

“Just my leg, I think it’s broken.” He managed out.

She looked down and tried to feel where the break was, or if it was a muscle tear.

The soldier let out a yelp when she found the break with her fingers.

“Okay, yes it’s broken, but we’re gonna get you to safety and patch you up.”

The soldier nodded through his visor.

She felt her stomach flip flop, she wasn’t sure either one of them would get out alive.

“They’re cut off, it’s safe to move.”

“I think there’s a way out over here,” the soldier gestured over to a utility closet size space in the corner of the room.

“Let’s head out quick,” Chris ordered.

Anna nodded and threw the soldier’s arm around her shoulder to help him walk faster.

They moved to the exit when it was suddenly revealed that the soldier had an explosive device attached to his neck.

“Get this thing off of me!” He panicked. Anna knew it was useless, it was about to detonate; she had to let go.

This was the third soldier’s blood to be splattered all over her uniform.

She was livid, she hadn’t felt this kind of anger in a long time.

“Fuck you, Baker!” She screamed. She couldn’t keep it in anymore. She was cracking.

“You’re such a loser!” She called out. “We saw the footage from your attic on the way over. Still living with your parents and holding on to your lame, little trophies. You’re a scared little boy, with no friends and hiding behind this “psycho” facade. You’re pathetic and predictable.”

It was exactly what he wanted.

Lucas appeared in their comms unit.

“Loser huh? Is that the best you can do?” He sneered into the monitor. “Let's see about you, Anna Catherine Connolly !”

She froze, he knew her whole government name.

Lucas continued as images from her life flashed on the screen.

“Looks like you’re a nice little Catholic girl, Anna. Grew up in the church, oh look! You were a cheerleader & graduated with honors, I’m not surprised. All you little whores are the same.” He grinned.

Anna and Chris were silent with shock, how the fuck did he find this information?

“Awwww, who’s this Anna?” He taunted. A picture of Anna and her late husband at their wedding flashed on the screen. “You didn’t tell me you were married. The keyword was married.” He laughed out an ear-drum-bursting cackle.

“Stop this shit, Lucas!” Chris roared. He knew exactly what he was doing. Anna was young, she could recover from physical trauma, but this mental abuse would stick with her.

“I don’t think so. Anna, how did he die again? Wrong place, wrong time? Now you’re alone and fighting the same monsters who killed him right? You’re the one who’s fucking predictable.” Lucas spat. “Doing what others tell you to do and listening blindly. Maybe if you weren’t so fucking predictable you wouldn’t be alone.”

Anna felt the tears falling from her eyes. It was all too much. Lucas was truly evil, she was wrong to call him out like that, but damn he had hit her where it hurt.

“I like my girls to be obedient anyway. You’re gonna learn to respect me bitch.” Lucas taunted her. “I’m tired of playing games. There’s about to be four dead soldiers and I’ll have you all to myself, Anna.”

With that final statement, the communication stopped and the timer on Chris’ wrist started ticking.

“Oh, my god.” Anna choked out.

HQ buzzed through. “Redfield, Connolly are you there? We lost contact.”

Chris replied. “Yeah, but now we’ve got a situation, I’ve got a bomb that’s about to blow in 5 minutes.”

HQ paused, shocked, just the static of the comms could be heard through the speaker. It felt like years before she responded “there are canisters of liquid nitrogen close by, right through that red door. You can try to freeze the bomb and disarm it that way.”

You & Chris just looked at each other.

“Looks like it’s gotta work,” Chris said to you.

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The two of you successfully disarmed the bomb, much to Lucas’s dismay.

“I can’t tell if you’re actually smart or just plain lucky, but like I said I’m done playing games. You just couldn’t stop could you?” Lucas taunted them. “I’m gonna blow you two sky high. At least you won’t die alone like your husband, Anna.”

“If you’re going to kill us, Lucas, just shut the fuck up!” Chris growled.

Anna didn’t have time to absorb what Lucas said to her. The mine around them had started to go into self-destruction mode.

Chris grabbed Anna, he was determined to find a way out. He wasn’t going to let her die. It was very unlike him, but he prayed for the first time in a long time. “Work your miracle St.Barbara, prove to me what you can do.” He silently said to himself.

He almost believed it.

The two of them were frantically pulling at grates to escape when, like a miracle, it opened for Chris.

“CONNOLLY, HERE NOW!” He screamed.

Anna followed him straight away, without a question. They felt the explosion above them as soon as they were in the tight tunnel. The two wasted no time crawling deeper into the darkness when they finally reached the actual research facility.

“Redfield, Connolly? Are you still there? We detected an explosive event close to where you two are located.” HQ spoke calmly.

“We’re just fine, narrowly escaped, but fine,” Chris spoke.

“Captain Redfield, we just intercepted an email that Lucas sent out. It says: just took care of Redfield and Umbrella. Cost me some time but cost them much more. I can still get that data to you, but it’s quits after that.”

“So he thinks we’re dead. This might be our chance. Who did he send that email to? Chris questioned.

“We’re still trying to decrypt that,” HQ said. “Just try to get Lucas alive,” she spoke sternly.

“Keep us posted,” Chris grumbled.

The two of them explored the areas in silence.

 

Anna managed to document some images of reports in the meantime. Lucas had done horrible things to the people he brought down here. It was disgusting to see all the used lab equipment and the photos of the autopsies.

His lack of disregard for human life made her even more angry and sad.

She also couldn’t help but feel sorry for Eveline. Yes, she was a bioweapon, but she was sentient. All she wanted was a family.

Anna shook off her thoughts and decided thinking about that sort of thing was a waste of her time.

They finally reached a hallway where they saw Lucas through an observation window. He didn’t see them coming until they ambushed him.

“Oh fuck!” Lucas squealed. He tried to make a run for it but was apprehended by Chris.

Lucas tried to get away by swinging a combat knife at Chris.

She tried to separate the men to cuff Lucas so he could be brought in alive like orders stated but Lucas threw off her balance and the both of them fell backward. Lucas retaliated by rushing toward Chris.

Chris decided he had enough and shot Lucas.

“I can’t believe it,” Lucas started to grovel.

“Believe it.” Chris spat.

That's when Lucas began to mutate due to the gunshot.

“Oh, boy this is what it feels like.” His voice was strangely calm. “You’re both screwed!” he laughed one final time.

“Infection is at critical mass, exercise extreme caution,” HQ told them.

“Like we haven’t been doing that this entire time.” Chris mocked.

The two of them backed up and what was once a lanky human form had transformed into a gurgling mass of mold and bodily fluid.

“What the fuck!” Anna couldn’t help but let out.

The two started unloading ammunition into Baker, trying to get clear shots of his head.

That's when a fleshy red mass appeared.

“Try to aim for that Connolly! We gotta take this bastard down.” Chris yelled to her.

She started emptying clips into Lucas, aiming for that specific sweet spot.

He finally started to weaken, throwing up bile and eventually falling.

Chris walked right up to “Lucas” and delivered the final shot right between his eyes.

“Game over.” He said.

It felt so anticlimactic, after everything they had been through. After what Lucas had put them through.

“The data transfers are almost finished loading! You have to stop it!” HQ ordered.

“How do we stop it?” Chris said as Anna rushed over to the computer monitor trying to recall her limited training in the tech sector. There had to be a way to undo the transfer, that was simple enough right?

That's when Chris decided that the most efficient solution would be to shoot the processors altogether.

“That…worked,” HQ remarked “We’re gonna have some pretty pissed-off computer techs in here, but…”

“Cry me a river.” Chris interrupted. “How’d we do?”

“All threats have been eliminated, even the newer breeds. Good work.” HQ assured them.

“Then we’re out of here,” Chris said as he took off the helmet. “Let’s go Connolly.”

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TV Guidance Counselor Episode 662: Zach Wilson

FALL PREVIEW ALERT

FALL PREVIEW September 13-19, 1997

This week Ken welcomes certified TV Genius, Saint behind the Strategic Sitcom Reserve, the man behind the Sitcom People Twitter and co-host of the Random Access Television Podcast, Zach Wilson.

Ken and Zach discuss Plex, the Jackie Thomas Show, the mystery of how Zach found TVGC, how sometimes things just make sense, Zach's early love of comedy and sitcoms, capsule reviews, jumping from show to show, the "no more than 10 episodes" rule, Suddenly Susan, NBC's late 90s Monday Night Lineup, The Naked Truth, Ken's love of Tea Leoni, the bizarre second season opening of Working, George and Leo, Sleepwalker, 90s Marvel Comics, Kurt Fuller, The Good Wife, The Good Fight, the end of Saturday Night action shows, The Profiler, The Pretender, chasing that Law & Order Money, Total Security, Ed O'Neal, all the James Browns, the weird horniness of 90s Rolling Stone, The Mystery Science Theater Hour, Ally McBeal the half hour sitcom, not getting Ken started on Iron Man, Robert Downey Jr, the tv to movies transition, Eugene Levy, people overlooking people being awful people if they like their show, the trend of sitcoms about people trying to make it in Hollywood, when everyone wanted to be the Gen X Dick Van Dyke show, when drama drags down sitcoms, Tony Danza, Taxi, John Larroquette Show, The Walking Dead, Between Brothers, US remakes of UK shows, Coupling, when a Scott Baio show was so bad it was canceled before it even aired, having never watched the US Office, Meego, Step by Step, Gregory Hines, the late days of TGIF, You Wish, Larry King falling asleep on the air, Crimes of Passion: One Hot Summer Night, real made for TV movies or fake made for TV Movies, Dean Cain, confusing Gary Busey and Nick Nolte, Jack Elam, The Emmys, True Lies, hitting the bottle, bringing your own TV Guide, Michael Palin's travel specials, how Al and Wilson are great sitcom characters that redeem Home Improvement, how Zach doesn't love 80s punk, Wings, how Bonnie Hunt never clicked with Zach, SCTV, Clifford, Space Ghost Coast to Coast and how it changed the world, only playing characters that have the same name as you do, The Pits, the weird decline of multi cam sitcoms, the laziness of cutaways, Superior Donuts, and Zach's fantastic podcast Random Access Television.

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Day 9 - The Ranch to Whistler

Despite all the rain we’ve had since starting this little adventure, we’ve been pretty fortunate when it comes to putting up and packing down the tents and thankfully today was no different. The Ranch was a very scenic spot to stay and it was interesting to interact with a few members of the other group and consider what could have been had we gone from Vancouver to Calgary. Today is our longest travel day, totalling around 7 hours of time on the road, with a few rest breaks in between.

As we don’t quite fill the bus there’s always room up front and Megan encourages people to join her, so I called shot gun even though I should have been at the back doing my homework aka the blog! Ironically the days we’ve spent most time on the bus have been the sunniest, which G has been fuming about! So off we went, with our first stop a mere 17 minutes away, Spahats Creek Falls. It was a pleasant spot to grab a few snaps, take in the waterfall and then be on our way, our final destination around 450km away! But before we hit the open road, we took a quick pit stop at Tim Hortons for hot drinks, donuts and second breakfast. Where we ran into a familiar face, Asaf, our kayak guide from the previous day, who confirmed our suspicions that we are the superior G adventures group, as they were slow on the water and all over the place!

So off we went, with a feeling of well earned superiority and ane of the reasons I was keen to sit in the front on this part of the trip (other than the excellent views and extra leg room) was tapping in to the music and being Co-DJ. I resisted playing the whole Hamilton soundtrack even though some of our troop would have been all for it! We had a few Disney tracks related to the scenery from Pocahontas and the Bare Necessities. Some movie music in keeping with the scenery from Lord of the Rings (Canada has given me real New Zealand vibes) and Harry Potter! And then just a load of classics that everyone knows, from Fleetwood Mac to the Lighthouse Family. I was expecting to turn around and see everyone bopping to my carefully crafted playlist, but most of them were struggling to stay awake, but that’s travel days for ya!

We made a few stops along the way for more snacks, rest room breaks and fuel. Our lunch spot was Kamloops Lake, situated on the Thompson river. We were situated at the top munching away, whilst gazing at the vast stretch of water below, spanning as far as the eye could see off to the horizon. Our final stop before Whistler was Cayoose Creek, which according to the signage is rife with wildlife, but as usual the wildest thing we saw were the staff! As travel days go, it didn’t feel like 7-8 hours spent in a vehicle as the views are incredible, plus I got to chinwag with Megan and try to update some of the blog. That said, I think we were all glad to reach Whistler, stretch out and get our tents up.

Our designated area for camp was quite small, so G made the executive decision (as Megan said we could) to pitch our tent up a little way along the path on a small grassy patch by the river. Did it make us look unsociable, a bit. Would we be the first tent a bear would check if he crossed the river, probably! Which could happen at any point (allegedly!) but more so here as bears had been spotted in the area recently. The mood around camp was a little subdued as we didn’t have the buzz of fun activities and we’d gone from big open ranch space on grass to a small gravelly pitch. The facilities however, were very good! Lots of showers, plenty of washers and dryers, power sockets, helpful staff, so every cloud and all that! I don’t know whether chief anticipated that there might be a bit of a drop in spirits after a travel day, but she knew exactly what do cook to perk us all back up… burgers!! Followed by some butter tarts, which were as naughty as they sound! We just about had enough energy for a few games of Heads Up, before calling it a night, ahead of a day in Whistler.

Georgie’s highlight of the day: The views from the van all day and warming up!