#THEY'RE A FAMILY AND NO ONE CAN SAY NOTHING ABOUT IT

[lenle-g]

The explosion is white and hot and horrifying, but more horrifying is the way John instantly kicks off the astroboard they were sharing, and propels himself toward it.

“John! No!” Alan dives to catch his brother's arm, dismayed, “There's no way-” but, even with his momentum ruined, John tries to pull away from him - fixated on the flames, on the rescue. Alan has to use every scrap of strength in his wiry body to try and pull him back.

“Alan, get off-”

“John, listen to me-”

“It's on fire, Alan!” John tugs on his arm again, struggling because there are four astronauts aboard that freighter who probably have families to go home to, who- “We've got to get them out of-“

“Look at it, J!” Alan tugs backward, a resistant force. And when did that shrimp of a kid get so strong? “Just… look. That's not- there's not gonna be anything left.”

Things burn hot and fast in space, gobbling through oxygen and fuel like a starving creature. Flames can't sustain themselves in the vacuum, but there'd been enough oxygen on board that ship to light it up like a beacon.

“That wasn't survivable,” Alan curls his fingers in his brother's baldric, right above his heart, “and if there's any ILS fuel and O2 unbreached it's going to catch. We have to clear the area.”

John doesn’t turn to look at him, his gaze fixed to the glowing husk, rapidly being eaten away.

“There's nothing we can do for them now.” Alan tries, much softer - and isn’t it strange for the younger of them to be the one saying that. John is so rarely in the field that Alan doesn’t even know the last time they lost someone directly in front of him. He knows his brother stays on the line for hopeless cases, the ones they don't have time to deploy for, (he's heard Scott and Virgil discussing it) but, from the look on his brother’s face, it's different when you're so close. “They're- They're gone.” He breathes, but John barely seems to hear him: he’s trying to pull away again.

“If there’s any chance-”

“John!” He tries to turn the man, to line up his brother's frantic gaze with his own. Alan is fighting to stay mature, composed - like their Space Monitor would in this situation. “John, if you were on Thunderbird Five, running Ops, you'd never let us go anywhere near that while it's burning.” He insists, “Come on J, you know that wasn't survivable! Give me the odds, right now!”

He has to watch his big brother's face crumple and Alan's heart aches for him. John must know, on some level, that the odds are none, because he refuses to answer - his jaw set tight behind the flames reflected in his helmet.

"We can't just-" John starts, his voice thick. Stubborn tears gather in the corners of Alan's eyes.

“J-ohn.” His voice breaks, and he throws himself at the other astronaut's chest, wrapping both arms tight around him. “I'm sorry, ok? But there's nothing we can do. I- You can't go in there until everything's inert because we can't lose you too.”

And that, loaded with a thousand situations where he had thought the same thing about them, is finally what stills John Tracy.

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Bonus closeup bc I was thrilled with these faces

[heartavenue]

"Lights, Camera, Action!"- A Look At My YouTube Channel 🎬

Would it really be a better cr if I didn't have my own YouTube channel? This reality is all about ME ME ME!

[ ▸ ] Hi my lovely love bugs and welcome back to another video, so glad that you could make it here with me today ♥︎

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ Here are some segments on my channel:

1. Baking while Baked

This is a segment on my channel where I get high (with a special guest) and we bake something! It can be brownies, cake, cupcakes, etc but the catch is...it must be homemade and you must be baked.

2. Cooking with ___

This segment features me and a special guest! Like what the title says we cook things, usually it's homemade recipes! It started with my grandmother because she wanted to show off one of her recipes! Now I do it with her along with other members of the family.

3. Mukbangs

You would be LYING if you said food wasn't one of your main shifting motivations. I love food and I want to eat a lot of it...especially with my siblings, it's a very entertaining segment.

4. Video Essays

I love love LOVE video essays! I talk about anything from deep dives in childhood sitcom lore, to music commentary! My video essays by far are one of my favorite things on my channel.

5. Gameplays

Okay Love Lore: My brothers have a YouTube channel where they play games (if you watch coryxkenshin, think him) So I don't play as many games but sometimes I'm on their channel, or they're on mine and we play games (Resident Evil I am coming for you....)

6. Freestyle Fridays

In this reality I'm a dancer so I do this segment where each Friday I let my followers give me a song and I do a freestyle to it.

7. Deaf, Blind & Mute Challenges

I know, I know another cooking segment but this one is SUPER FUN! For all of you who don't know; this challenge is done with three people. One person isn't allowed to hear, the other can't see, and the other can't talk. This is normally done with baking! I love doing this segment with my brothers!

8. A Day In a Life

My life is obviously interesting why wouldn't I document it and show it off to the world?

9. Fashion Shows

My sister is a fashion designer and is always looking for an opportunity to show off her designs. This segment is basically me and her modeling her designs! While serving nothing but BUT count.

[fangirl-overload13]

I mean of course it works on children and animals.

Positive reinforcement is a much better teaching tool than aggression regardless of who or what you are trying to teach.

People just think about training dogs because of the commands and obedience rather than word association or manners.

If someone is only just learning to speak or do things for the first time, they don't know the rules of what's allowed so if all they get is aggression in return they only have a negative connection to it but no corrections to fix it.

Saying no, then immediately following it by a change in attitude plus some kind of reward either compliment or treat is a better way to connect good and bad.

Animals don't speak but can be taught words or phrases in much the same way children are learning about the world for the first time.

A dog isn't going to be practicing phonics through sesame street but they will understand let's go for a walk. Don't bark. Time to eat. Lay down.

A child may not understand everything you tell them especially about what they are doing being good or bad unless you teach them what good or bad means. If all you do is yell or growl at them they are only learning that you are angry at them not what they are doing.

When I babysat for this young family for a few years the little guy was just learning to walk and talk when I started with them, over and over if he did something bad they would say "No means No" which is a great lesson like no hitting, no screaming or throwing things, no running out the front door by yourself. But they're just words with no connection. When he'd do something that requires being told no I'd follow it with an action that matched. He learned no means stop. No throwing toys, toys get put away. No more tv it's nap time, tv turns off. One time we were staying with the mom's sister and her family and the little guy had been hitting his cousin and no matter how many times the other adults said no hitting he wouldn't listen but as soon as I told him the same thing he listened. They asked me how I did it and the only thing I could say was "He knows I mean it." I would never hurt him or anything but he would receive a punishment if he was bad and a reward if he was good. He loved when I played music and we'd dance together or I'd make him a snack and bring him treats. At one point his mom started telling him "Amanda says no" and he'd stop misbehaving immediately, again because he knows when I say no I mean stop. I wasn't even around but still my word held impact.

Meanwhile when my sister got a puppy she was very out of control and wouldn't listen to much because no one had the time to train her. I managed to get her to understand that she can't jump up and grab food or knock it out of your hand, she has to sit and wait. I would hold the food just out of reach until she'd settle down and wait for it to be placed down. Now after a few years all I have to do is say "what do you do?" When holding food or treats and she will sit and wait politely until the food is either in her dish or handed to her.

When the dogs are misbehaving my mom just yells, nothing else, so at this point the dogs just figured this is how she talks. Loud. There's no positive or negative impact because there's nothing to associate it with.

Kids learn things in a simmer way based on tone and actions so if all you ever do is yell or throw a fit without addressing what the issue is they are just going to associate aggression with you and not the specific situation.

Positive reinforcement is the best way to help them correct behavior and learn that not everything will lead to an aggressive reaction.

But again because people associate obedience with animal training they might get the wrong idea if they don't understand that it's just a teaching method.

I want to apologize to my friends and family who have children for low key treating their kids like dogs but the standard methods for training dogs are even more effective of them because they actually understand language and are better at reasoning.

Positive reinforcement is amazingly effective, like I saw my nephew poking their cat so I sternly told him no, he stopped and I immediately changed my demeanor and cheerfully told him thank you and how happy I was that he listened to me instead of staying angry at him and he got this strange “Oh…It actually does make a difference wether I’m naughty or not” and later my sister in law asked why he’s so polite around me.

That’s literally what works best on dogs. Let them know when you don’t like what they’re doing but also let them know when you’re happy with them even if that means changing your demeanor on a dime (and even if you’re still a bit mad at them for doing it in the first place).

Oh and little treats. I skipped the aunt phase and is already turning into a grandma who has candy in her pockets for the kiddos for good behavior.

[rekino2114]

I’m missing the Nayuta daughter au posts… So celebrating Nayuta’s birthday request! Could be headcannons or a oneshot, it’s up to you! (it’s not my birthday btw, mines in November, but still, I had an idea!) how far would Makima and her husband go for their daughter? How many presents? Who would be invited? Anyone from public safety? (Would her aunts be invited <.< ? And if so what would Fami and Yoru bring?) Where do you think Nayuta would want to go for her birthday? Also, (this is a bit suggestive, so only add this if you want to) what if Nayuta asked for a sibling for her birthday, and then Y/n looks over and sees Makima giving him the look. And their both like “well… gotta give our daughter what she wants-“ sorry if school is bothering you, as a college student, I know its really tiring ;-;

…imagine if Yoru brings Nayuta a loaded shotgun or smth-

You and makima celebrating nayuta's birthday

A/n:the second request was sent literally today and it fit with the second part of yours so I added it here

From the moment nayuta understood what a birthday was she was very excited to celebrate them, she gets everything she wants for an entire day? She couldn't have been happier, just as you and makima couldn't have been happier to celebrate with her

She will get the day off no matter what and no one can tell otherwise. There are paperworks to do? Aki can handle them a devil is attacking a city? She'll just send someone else to take care of it without caring too much. Nothing can stop her from spending this day with her family

Makima will literally buy anything nayuta wants, she's rich anyway so money is definitely not a problem and she probably already knows most of the stuff her daughter wants even without asking her because she has a great memory when it comes to things like that but just to be sure she will ask her and buy everything she says.

She'll even give you a little gift. She knows it's not your birthday and you don't need it, but she just can't help but spoil you on any occasion she gets and she was shopping anyways and saw this and thought of you so just take it. She won't take no for an answer

"So nayuta do you like your gifts?"

"Yeah! They're amazing! It's exactly what I wanted"

"I'm glad to hear that, what about you darling?"

"W-well I love it too but you really didn't have to"

"But I wanted to, didn't you say you liked that?"

"Yeah I do but-"

"Then there's no problem, I love spoiling my two favorite people on any occasion and this was the perfect one, so please just accept it"

"........thanks you're the best makima"

"It's no problem darling"

Even if makima wanted this to be a party on the smaller and cozier side with only you three nayuta insisted on denji being invited which turned into power and aki coming too because the fiend didn't stop yelling until she was invited too and someone had to babysit the two of them

Makima told them to leave early though and no one dared defy her

Nayuta's aunts came too (and asa too technically who was very very embarrassed and uncomfortable the whole time even if she wasn't in control of the body for most of the party)

Yoru genuinely forgot she was invited until asa mentioned it to her on the day itself so she had no time to buy a gift so she just bought an actual shotgun that thankfully wasn't a former human at least

You and makima immediately told her to throw it away and almost banned her from the party because of that

".........why did you think bringing our daughter a loaded shotgun was a good idea?"

".......I mean I always wanted a shotgun as a gift when I was little"

".....you can literally make one whenever you want"

".......so?"

Fami had absolutely no idea what to bring and almost had a mental breakdown while deciding cause she thought her niece would hate her if she brought something bad

She ended up bringing the top 5 results that came up when she searched "things human children like" (and that her boyfriend helped her choose) which resulted in tons of toys that nayuta liked

Death brought a lot of food....like a lot way more than the people at the party could eat so she just brought the leftovers home for herself and her own bf (she also definitely had to stop herself from eating more than one slice of the cake)

Death was also the most comfortable around nayuta, even if she didn't talk much your daughter liked her and said that she was her favorite auntie....which might have resulted in fami crying a bit

The whole day was just amazing for all three of you but makima's favorite part was definitely at the end of the day when you three cuddled and watched nayuta's favorite movie together. Just hearing her laugh and smile at it made her heart melt even more than usual... she really loved this so much

"Hey, Mommy, daddy today was awesome!"

"Really? We're glad you think so"

"Yeah, thank you! It was super cool and....c-can we do it tomorrow too?"

"Sorry yuta, but birthdays are only once a year remember?"

"O-oh yeah sorry"

"It's fine"

"......but thank you again! You're the best mommy and daddy in the planet!'

"......thank you......you have no idea what that means to me"

After that you put her to bed and told her that she still had one birthday wish if she wanted

"I want a sister!"

"........w-what?"

"Yeah yesterday i saw two girls who looked the same and they were playing together and having so much fun and I want that too!"

"Well we have to give our daughter what she wants isn't that right darling?"

"....I suppose you're right, but it will take more than one day for the wish to come true.......a-and sleep a lot tonight ok?"

[guessthatrec-poll]

Guess That Rec: Season 2!

Do you like unreliable narrators? Fluffy found families? Dystopias? Neurodivergent protagonists? Gaslighters, gatekeepers, and girlbosses, and a sequel that's just as good as the original?

Well, this isn't any of those things, either! (except for that last one, hopefully) This is Guess That Rec season 2, the second round of a tournament by the mod of @besttropeveershowdown where we'll be voting on media based entirely on bad, Booktok-style recommendations. Inspired by @guess-that-ship and this post, the rules of the tournament are simple: submit a recommendation for your favorite piece of media, and we'll vote on which ones we like best, BUT, here's the kicker: You may not mention anything about the actual plot of the story. Instead, we will be voting based on promo-post-style recommendations, which can include tropes, representation, setting, genre, very general theme, and anything else, as long as it doesn't describe anything that actually happens in the story!

Submit your recs here (though make sure to read the rules first)! As usual, submissions will be open for at least 2 weeks, meaning the deadline is currently 5/17.

Example:

Do you want a high school story about a neurodivergent protagonist working through their trauma by going on adventures in the big city? Queer-coded side characters? Male characters breaking through their toxic masculinity and expressing their feelings? Wholesome sibling relationships?

Then you'll love Catcher in the Rye!

Same drill as last time: each rec will be assigned a random number and pitted against another rec, we'll vote for which one we think sounds better, and at the end of the matchup the winner will move on to the next round and the identity of the loser will be revealed.

THE RULES (rules that got recs rejected last time are in bold):

Any type of media is permitted. Both fiction and nonfiction are allowed, but everything must be presented as if it's fiction.

You may NOT mention anything to do with the actual plot or premise of the story. Generally speaking, if your rec includes the phrase "this story is about...", unless it's VERY general, it does not belong in this tournament! You may, however, mention:

Tropes (ex. enemies-to-lovers, fake dating, unreliable narrator)

Representation (ex. disabled protagonist, gay side character)

Character dynamics and relationships (ex. dysfunctional siblings, grumpy x sunshine lesbians)

Setting (ex. in space, in the Old West)

Genre and subgenre (ex. historical fiction, whodunnit, workplace comedy)

Comparisons to other media (ex. if you liked Avengers you'll love this, it's Twilight meets Hunger Games)

General themes (ex. love, grief, family)

General elements (ex. murders, adventures, road trips)

Anything else that has NOTHING TO DO with what the story is actually about!

3. You may NOT make anything up: everything must be technically true, or at least up for interpretation. So, in my Catcher in the Rye example, I can't say that there are "canonically gay characters" because there aren't, but I CAN say that there are queer-coded characters. Similarly, if there's a character in your piece of media who exhibits autistic traits but has never been confirmed autistic, you can't call them "autistic", but you can call them "autistic-coded" or mention their specific traits. The use of weasel words (ex. describing a mentally ill serial killer stereotype as "neurodivergent", or a gay villain as a "major queer character") is allowed and encouraged.

4. Do not include any identifying details (ex. title, character names, identifying place names) in your rec.

5. Funnier submissions will be given higher priority. Submissions are funnier if A) they're of media that most people have heard of, and B) they are technically true while not at all capturing the vibe of the media.

5a. Additionally, remember that this is meant to be BAD recs: don't just use this as an excuse to recommend your favorite media! If a Booktok-style rec actually provides a good picture of what your media is, consider either rewriting or not submitting it.

6. Should the same media be submitted by two different people with different recs, priority will generally be given to the first submission, unless a later submission was significantly funnier by the guidelines stipulated in rule #5.

7. There is no banned media: go nuts!

Additionally, for this round of the tournament, I will be allowing resubmissions as long as the new rec is sufficiently different from the one that was in last round. The full list of media that competed last time is here. (If you're new to the blog and you want to see the rec for a certain work, just search in the tag "#rec [number that the work is listed under]").

Tagging @tournament-announcer!

[shayberri789]

I saw a post that said Jeremy and Andrew would have to financially support their boyfriends and Kevin after graduation because of the mafia deal, and I thought, that can't be right? I distinctly remember a large numbers in tkm

Well I did the math

TLDR: The boys are earning bank even after deductions. They're Fine.

Neil estimates that IN COLLEGE, Kevin was earning in the MILLIONS, and projected him to earn 15–20 MILLION dollars EVERY YEAR after graduating. Keep in mind, this was 2k-fucking-6, neil has been obsessively keeping track of Kevin's career, is obsessed with exy including on a logistical standpoint, and a maths major who is good at statistics. I trust his projections here.

The past tense here is also up for debate. This was also before he started playing lefthanded again, before the foxes beat the ravens, and while Kevin was still recovering. I know nothing about the sports-world and how they'd react to the shit Kevin has gone through and recovered from, but I fully believe he can get his earning potential back up into the double digit millions again. Plus, he's more popular than ever with fans.

Now, Jean is one of the top exy players in collegiate exy atm. Probably The Best backliner in the NCAA in general. He is FAR better than an "average" exy player and I would bet my book collection he WILL make it to court. If he can manage to play a season without being grievously injured and endear himself to the public, I bet he could earn AT LEAST double the average exy income.

Neil is harder to gauge. As I've said, I don't know how the sports world works, or wider america tbh, so this is just logical guessing on my part. Neil has a lot of things going against him - his poor attitude/personality, zero tolerance for press and presumably little patience for fans (or at least: poor people skills), a shit ton of scandal surrounding him and ties to TWO mob families (that the public knows of), and by the time he graduates, would have been playing striker for only 6 years. On the other hand, drama drives attention, he is at the root of the Foxes winning streak, he went toe to toe against RIKO with only 2 years striker experience (and a little bit of backliner), was captain, and is undeniably talented. He stands to earn more than the average professional player, but I can't say by how much

So by these numbers (estimated early 2007), lets say they'll earn the following after a year or two after graduating:

Kevin: 15–17,000,000 USD

Jean: 5–8,000,000 USD

Neil: 3–5,000,000 USD

So if they pay 80% of these earnings to the Moriyamas, they will be left with:

Kevin:

Pays:

15,000,000–17,000,00 x 80% = 12,000,000–13,600,000 USD per year (12-13.6 million)

Leaving him with:

15–million subtract 12–13.6 million = 3,000,000–3,400,000 USD remainder per year

Jean:

Pays:

5,000,000–8,000,000 x 80% = 4,000,000–6,400,000 USD per year (4–6.4 million)

Remainder:

5–8 mill subtract 4–6.4 mill = 1,000,000–1,600,000 USD remainder per year

Neil:

Pays:

3,000,000–5,000,000 x 80% = 2,400,000–4,000,000 USD per year (2.4–4 million)

Remainder:

3-5 mill subtract 2.4-4 mill = 600,000-1,000,000 USD remainder per year

These are big numbers. Let's convert them for inflation to 2024¹:

Kevin: He gets to keep $4.2–4.7 million out of $20.9–23.7 million dollars

Jean gets keep $1.4–2.2 million out of $7–11.1 million

Neil gets to keep $840,000–$1.4 million out of $4.1–7 million

All of these guys have the potential to earn over A MILLION DOLLARS PER YEAR even after they pay tribute to the Moriyamas (no idea if this would be before or after taxes. I will not attempt to calculate that. That's for people who understand how US taxes work to do.)

Neil made these projections/reported these numbers in 2006/early 2007, based on previous years salaries. Kevin and Jean would have graduated in 2010, and Neil in 2011.

based on this US census article I found [x], the average median income in 2010-2011 in the USA was between $37k–70k. This means, Neil at his lowest, is earning 8.6–16 times more than the average US income PER YEAR.

Based on the comments in this reddit thread from 2012² (OP provides figures of 24-42k for annual cost of living in San Jose, Cali), even Neil at his lowest can live a very comfortable life on his own, even if we increase that cost of living to 100k per year and consider his lowest income of 600k. He still has plenty left over he can spend or save for retirement³, and that's excluding what he will continue to earn from merch etc and what Blood Money he still has after graduation.

TLDR: Neil was right⁴. Even without their boyfriend's support, I think Neil, Jean and Kevin can live very comfortable lives for a long time. Hell, Kevin has the potential to earn so much he probably support all three of them by himself⁵, or live one hell of a bachelors lifestyle after retirement⁶.

They Will be Fine.

Endnotes & Disclaimers

Disclaimer:

I am not american, and know only as much about your country as media and socmed shove down my throat, and as much as I need to know to be Very Worried For My Friends.

Everything I know about sports is against my will and even that could fill a teacup. I know more about exy than I do any other sport combined, nevermind professional, american sports

I was once good at maths, but have not taken a maths class since 2021, and even then it was statistics which I Hated and promptly forgot all I could about it.

Take pity on me, I am a non-american english lit (and linguistics) major. this kind of analysis is NOT in my skillset.

So please, someone who understands American Economy, maths and sports better than me, PLEASE chime in and correct or add to this.

Endnotes:

Because the 2025 US economy seems to be in shambles rn. I used this calculator and just converted the values I gave earlier. I did not redo the math because it seemed irrelevant and because I Do Not Care That Much. All numbers given here are rounded to the second digit. Obviously.

Why is it so hard to find a concise article talking about the cost of living in the USA in 2011? I do not care enough to fish it or calculate the amount from small details hidden within 6 dense paragraphs. Please. Also only a few cities were mentioned, which is why I raised the possible CoL so fucking much. Cover my bases.

Average Rugby (the closest phsyically demanding sport I am familiar with) career length is around 13 years [x], Average American Football career is 3-5 years [x], and the average Ice Hockey career seems to be 5 years according to this article [x], though if you take care of your body they say you can even reach 10 years (ha. Not happening to the Raven Trained Babes).

"The average professional Exy player makes three million dollars a year. I don't need that kind of money for myself" (ch 14, TKM).

I strongly hc him as aroace but he is a chronic third wheeler. He won't live an isolated life his whole life.

If we average their careers to 5 years, they'll graduate in their late 20s with probably chronic pain. Andrew and Jeremy and their friends likely could go longer, but the main trio still have like 70 years of their life left. I can't see them sitting idle - they'd find some other career (probably exy related, though Kevin may go the history route) to keep themselves busy, which would still earn them plenty money

[unnatural-happenings]

Of Capes & Billionaires

Took a break from staring at my Persona drafts again to write this instead lol. Would be the first part to this if I decide that finishing the future drafts is worth the time spent away from the Persona fic (ie if I enjoy it)

Fandoms: Batfam x Reader x Avengers

Characters: Damian and Loki. Some of the Batfam and Avengers are here too, but the focus is mostly on them

Notes: Reader is They/Them, Loki is here because I want him to be, Reader is a kid of Bruce Wayne, While this isn't a neglectful!Batfam fic the relationship is still tense atm, for Marvel I try to stick to MCU personalities but a little bit of comic or cartoon quirks might make it in

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Living with Bruce Wayne has always been frustrating. The rules, the expectations, the press, galas, and vigilante nonsense makes for an extremely stressful environment. Adding family drama on top of all that is a surefire way to make you slip away at the nearest convenience.

Your second home with the Avengers is more carefree—less brooding, way less pretending, and always welcomes you back with open arms… and maybe a drink or two. They're your safe haven, and you'd love nothing more to keep it that way.

Unfortunately, your family has never been good at letting secrets stay secrets.

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Damian could not believe this farce you're playing is still ongoing. You continue to vex him even in your absence and make his evening worse.

It had been a long day. School was as dull as usual, the teachers not teaching anything new and his classmates completely vapid, he'd taken care of every one of his pets, already got Grayson to spar with him, the rest of his brothers have vanished, and patrols wouldn't start for another hour.

He was as free as can be and it left him annoyed beyond measure. His go to option for filling up dead time wasn't available—to his complete ire—so he spent time in his room trying to draw while Alfred the cat curled up next to him. Though he could barely focus on what he was actually putting to paper, as his mind kept drifting to the one person responsible for his current lack of activity.

Stewing within his head and staring at a sheet of paper filled with mindless doodles is when his phone buzzes next to him. It's in a familiar rhythm that has him instantly pick it up to check the notification.

Fury is the only acceptable word for what Damian's currently feeling.

His sketchbook is haphazardly thrown onto the bed as he gets up—annoying Alfred—and makes a beeline for the door. He storms through the manor, every step fueled by a deep, aimless frustration as he throws open one of the many entrances to the Batcave.

Everyone's already arrived before him—or it's better to say they were all already there, and all strewn about the place. Though he cares little for their positions when Drake is the only one that can provide any answers.

Damian's eyes dart to the Batcomputer to see what you just posted to your social on one of the bigger screens, and Drake typing away on another. It was a picture of you standing on the snowy peak of mountain—drinking hot chocolate, along with some blonde guy that definitely didn't deserve to stand in your presence.

"Drake."

"I know, I know, I'm already on it."

He stands there and watches as Drake goes through file after file, checking as much surveillance footage as possible and putting the unknown's face through every registry he could think of. By the end, everything comes back negative and he slides downwards in his seat with a groan.

Todd puts down the gun he was cleaning, obviously barely paying attention to what was happening on the screen having resigned himself to lack any expectations.

"Let me guess, nothing again."

Drake runs a hand over his eyes and Damian scoffs when he notices his leg start bouncing, "He still shows no results and they're no longer in that location anymore. This was posted long after they already left… Again."

He can't believe what he's hearing. To have gone this long without finding a single clue leaves Damian doubting Drake's skill altogether.

"I thought you were supposed to be the computer genius of the family. How come you still haven't found a clue as to where our sibling is located?"

Drake lets out a sharp exhale, "We've been through this ten over times now and every search has ended the same. They post the pictures when they're already out of the area, they have location tags and their GPS turned off, despite clearly being all over the world their profile always signs in from Sydney Australia, their email isn't real, they're using a highly encrypted device even Oracle is struggling to deal with, every purchase they make is either in cash or using another persons card, and somehow, not once have they been caught on camera by any surveillance."

He goes on to mutter under his breath, too low for Damian to make out any words, but it further irritates him anyway.

"Are you positive you're even trying? It's not like they're not some elusive figure."

Drake spins in the chair to directly face Damian, his extreme irritation made know at his prodding, "I wouldn't even slack during an investigation for Kite Man, to think I'd do so for any member of our family is insulting. I want to find them as much as you do. It's also necessary to learn how they've been able to avoid detection for so long—"

"Well it sounds like you're only searching because they hurt your ego."

"Are you hearing yourself—"

"Enough."

Their father calls out from the side. He doesn't do anything else other than stand their and stare, but it's enough to instantly silence both of them and keep them from continuing. He gestures with his head towards the screen, and Drake rolls his eyes before spinning back around.

From behind the bat, Jason speaks out while cleaning one of his firearms, "So what? Either he continuously wipes every database in the world, or he doesn't exist?"

Grayson also finally decides to join in with a comment of his own, "Could he be photoshopped at all?"

He walks closer to the screen to get a better look at the man you're posing with in the picture. Cain follows behind him, carefully studying the photo as well, but not adding anything to the conversation as of yet.

Drake sits up in his seat, his anger fading into exhaustion with another sigh, "No." He starts another scan of the blonde's face through a meta/mutant database, "Both options are seemingly impossible, considering they go everywhere together with no evidence of photo tampering. One moment they're on the beaches of Denmark and the next they're skiing in Canada!" He mutters under his breath, "Not to mention they didn't even take enough money to go on all these flights. I have no idea where they're getting the funds for this."

He slumps over again when the results turn up negative, just like every other.

Todd strolls over like he has no care for the outcome, but it only takes looking at his face to see how this is affecting him. His jaw tense as he glares directly at the light-haired man, no doubt trying to burn his appearance into his memory. Damian has also done this himself. but truly, he doesn't think Todd's earned the right to be as mad as he is at your disappearing act, and it makes his own blood boil even more.

"Tch. We wouldn't be going through such troubles in the first place if they took their phone with them. We should not be learning about their location through second hand sources."

That was merely meant to be a statement regarding the inconvenience of their search despite being family, but Todd felt the need to add to it and make it more personal.

"We wouldn't be trying to find them at all if they didn't run off without saying anything, then start hangin' out with a guy we can't track."

"They wouldn't have even left if you all didn't—"

"Are we really doing this now?"

This time, their father doesn't interfere as Damian starts another argument, merely grunt in disapproval. Cain takes one last look at the picture and leaves Grayson's side—who in particular is wondering if he should step in to stop the increasingly violent fight—to walk up to Bruce.

He acknowledges her with a nod and she gets right to he inquiry, "… What about Superman?"

Cain's interjection causes Damian to put a pause on reaching for the nearest batarang to fling past Grayson at Todd. He needs to hear if the Super family has any word on your whereabouts. They should, but if for some reason they know nothing or refuse to help, it shouldn't be to hard to get information out of Jon.

"He refuses to tell me anything, and has made a conscious effort to not report any potential leads to their location in Justice League systems."

Drake turns towards everyone again in the chair, "Conner hasn't said anything either."

Grayson's in the middle of picking up batarangs lying about the cave and putting them in his inner jacket pockets, "They don't want to be found that bad huh…" When he's collected all that he can see he steps in front of Todd—ignoring the hard look he's getting from him, "At least they seem to be doing okay for now."

Todd rolls his eyes and makes his way over to his bike, "Why are we even trying this hard to find them in the first place?"

Damian turns his attention back to Todd with a glare, baffled by the idiocy and his seemingly short-term memory loss. Before he could remind him again that this whole situation is partly his fault, Drake replies

"You were on B's side weren't you? You know why."

Todd looks back towards the group, and for a moment Damian could see how tired he actually was. His shoulders slouched and the bags under his eyes became more prominent, though the frustration at the world—or maybe just towards their father, is still clearly evident.

"I really don't anymore." And just like that he was back to acting indifferent about everything. He hops on his motorcycle and starts the engine, then digs through his bag for his helmet, "Goin' on patrol. Anyone joinin'?"

Already in her suit, Cain is quick to jump on the back of his bike. She accepts the spare helmet Todd hands her without question and swiftly locks it in place as he revs the engine.

Father steps forward, his tone stern as he watches them prepare to leave, "It's not—"

"It's already dark out. Don't start this again, we're still dealing with the consequences of the last one." Jason snaps back. With that, they take off out of the cave without another word.

Grayson leans over Drake to scroll through the rest of your pictures. Multiple of the recent pictures include the very same man that none of them are able to put an identity to. Drake and Damian also scanning each photo they go through, hoping for anything to make sense about the mystery man. In every picture you're happy and don't seem worried about him at all. None of your expressions seem fake either, if only a little exaggerated in some. You act like you've known this guy for years, so why hasn't anyone heard of him before?

Drake runs a hand over his face a d huffs out his next words, "This guy bothers me."

Grayson leans his arm on Drake's shoulder, ignoring his attempts to swat him off, "I know right? He's blonde, that just spells trouble."

"… That's not what I meant at all."

Damian tunes out the chatter from the peanut gallery and turns to his father to inform him on his plans, "I will ask Jon if Kent has informed him of anything, or if they know where they are already."

Drake snorts and lets out a quick 'good luck with that'. Damian has to fight the urge to turn around and insult him for even daring to laugh at his attempts. At least he was still doing something, unlike some of the others.

Then he thinks back on the argument that got you to leave unannounced in the first place and he changes his mind. Half of this family isn't good enough to go searching for you anyway. He's sure if you spotted them, you'd make sure you're never found again. All this over something so idiotic.

Whatever. Once he finds you he'll make sure something so asinine won't happen again, so you won't have to feel like you need to escape again. He'll beat it into everyone's head over and over to never look down on you again if it meant you'd tell him what's going on.

Maybe he should deal with that unknown with you as well. Whoever he is, he's way beneath you, and you shouldn't be giving your time to him at all. What would make you stoop so low as to hangout with random civilians over your own family?

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"I swear to God if you throw that blue shell—"

"Too late."

You can do nothing but curse as your position is threatened. All you have is a green shell with a single coin in your back pocket, with no item boxes nearby to try for a boombox. Within seconds you're screaming as the blue shell reaches you and blows you into oblivion. You watch the entire race pass you while waiting for your kart to stop spinning out, ignoring the cheering from the God of Thunder and the victory lap the archer is currently doing around the room. By the time you can drive forward you have no hope of catching up to the front of the pack with no items and no coins, and come in 7th place. You fall off the couch to kneel on the floor, muttering about how you've disgraced your entire linage.

Natasha nudges your back foot from her position on the couch. She doesn't look up from the book she's reading, but obviously is addressing you with her next words.

"You still won the grand prix. Clint isn't even close, and Thor wasn't really competition to begin with."

You shake your head and lean back onto your knees, "You don't understand Nat. Every loss is a severe scar on my record. A stain. Something to be held over my head for years to come. I need to make up for this failure by setting the new world record on the track I've let best me in a moment of weakness."

That's when she looks up from the book she's reading, her brow quirked, not even trying to hide her amusement at your misfortune, "Aren't you already the world record holder?"

"It's obviously not good enough."

"You only lost because of a blue shell."

Suddenly you're being lifted off the floor. Extremely muscular arms wrap around your middle and pull you into a toned chest. Along with the deep laughter coming from the man behind you, and noticing the missing God of Thunder on the couch, you're easily able to identify Thor's the one to pick you up.

"You did splendid! You're mastery has indeed improved since we last versed one another, as have mine! Though Barton…"

Both of you bring your attention back to the archer to see he's still doing victory laps around the room.

"'Twas but a cheap trick. I assure you his proficiency is far below yours."

"A cheap trick means nothing. I still lost, and to him."

Thor only responds with more laughter.

Clint finally stops his self congratulatory dance to… correct your very wrong opinion of him, "Hey, that was not cheap! I worked hard to drive that Blue Shell to the front of the race!"

You wiggle until Thor puts you down, not wanting to argue held in his arms, "You're bagging tactics are cheap and lame!"

"Bagging requires skill—Wait you were bagging our last race! Why are you getting mad at me!?"

Suddenly a book slams closed, cutting off your oncoming rebuttal and drawing everyone's attention to the corner of the room. Another god sits in the corner, his displeasure made evident through the scowl resting on his face and the closed book on his lap. He stands with a level of grace only a spoon fed, self righteous royal could attain, causing you to grumble under your breath—assuming he's only acting this extra because he either wants something, or is planning something.

He shoots you a glare before addressing everyone in the room, his voice underlined with irritation, "You lot are trying my patience with your incessant howling. Attempting to put up with this noise any longer may cause severe damage to my own sanity."

You're heart sinks a little as he makes his way to leave, but on his way past he grabs the back of your clothes and drags you with him without a second thought.

"H-HEY! LOKI WAIT! THE GAME!"

The others do nothing to help you, all used to you acting as the mischief maker's shadow, whether willing or not. You make sure to flip them off before you turn the corner, seeing Natasha shrug and go back to her own book and Thor wave with one of the largest smiles you've seen on him. Clint only laughs at your predicament, so you mentally note to make him your target the next time you play a party game.

Once you're far enough away and Loki has slid his hand from the back of your clothes to your wrist do you speak up.

"You could just ask me to walk with you y'know?"

"So you wouldn't have thrown yourself to further rot away by the hands of that game to accomplish some arbitrary award that grants you nothing but bragging rights?"

"… No?"

"Don't lie to me."

You don't respond, and it's silent as you let Loki take you to wherever he's going. Soon enough you find yourself in front of your bedroom, Loki letting go of you and easily phasing through the door. With a roll of your eyes and complaints under your breath you follow after him.

He's already taken a seat on the egg chair you have next to the bookshelf and opened his book. You huff before looking around for things to do. There isn't much in the room, you never stayed long enough to bother personalizing it, but you do spot the Gamecube Tony bought for you as a joke. He was getting tired of you not doing anything, so he got that and a shelf full of games—said he was buying you a personality.

"Do not tell me you're still going to play that aggravating racing game?"

You continue to set up the console as you reply to him, "It's only aggravating when I'm playing with Clint, and is the one thing I have over Tim, so I gotta make sure I stay better then him." You look over to him and see he's still got his head in his book, "And you're reading! what else do you want me to do!"

Loki ignores most of what you said, only focusing on one thing, "If you are that keen on thinking about your family through every action then why are you still here? I thought you hated them."

"I just need time away." You sigh as you're thoughts drift a little more to the rest of your family, "That house is suffocating, but that doesn't mean I love them less. They're just being annoying."

A laugh escapes you when you think about how annoyed some of them must be right now due to your recent stunt, "That, and it's really funny being petty."

Loki let's it go as he chuckles himself, "Speaking of being petty, where's our next photoshoot? I'm sure they enjoyed seeing our last in the mountains."

You laugh more freely now as you bring your attention back to the game, pushing aside the more troublesome thoughts, "I heard Tony owns a private beach house. I'm sure he wouldn't mind us dropping by for a couple pictures."

[royhasissues]

Frost in episode 57 raising his hand at the dead parent question and saying “more than you think” to torbeks parents not missing kids question makes his silence in 58 hit harder.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA

Ignore the fact that it took me several days to get to this

Lemme talk about Frost's backstory real quick...

THERE IS NONE. But there is!!! It's so frustrating, bc I love Frost and I NEED to know more, but it never comes up!!!!! Anyway, the specifics have not yet been mentioned in canon, but I've found that there is a fan consensus about what happened to his parents. I've found that a couple different people have head cannoned that the whole village was pillaged and destroyed at some point after Frost was taken the Order and after he leaves, he goes back home only to find that it's been wiped out.

Now, I don't know the validity of this---I used to think this was canon information bc it was so widespread lol---but given the fact that he raises his hand in that moment...

The true fate of his parents are unknown and I don't know if Derek has mentioned anything outside of the campaign bc I don't have patreon, but I'm willingly to bet it was something along those lines. And Frost knows because he did try to go home at one point. Why wouldn't he? He was taken away so young and when he's like "Fuck this, I'm leaving" (was it ever stated exactly why he left? All I heard was that he was on a "pilgrimage," which sounds like an excuse to leave to me lol) why wouldn't he go back home?

So, he's faced with the fact that his parents are dead and he wasn't seen them in over a decade and will never get to see them again. Imagine being 8 years old and being taken away from your family and having no clue that they were killed at some point while you were away. He can't get that time back. He will never truly know his parents (does he remember their faces? Their names? Does he remember his mother's voice? Or the stories they told him? I doubt it.)

Personally, to his "More than you think" statement, I think his parents did miss him. Of course, Frost would not know that bc he never saw them again. Perhaps he thinks they didn't. Maybe he began to feel like they abandoned him by allowing the Order to take him. What kind of parents allows total strangers to take their child? (Ones who think it would be better for him. Who know their child is different and want him to have the best possible life. Frost was a strange kid, didn't get along with his peers, maybe this Psionic Order will be good for him. They can help him in a way that we can't. They're like him. They'll know what to do.) Maybe Frost resented them a bit for it. He doesn't hear from them at all. Nothing for so so many years. That statement may have been borne out of that sadness (bc he can't truly resent them. In his adult life, he thinks maybe they thought they were doing the right thing. His resentment turns to sorrow).

Perhaps that's where his fear of being abandoned comes from. Believing his parents didn't love him and just gave him away (was he too difficult? Too different? What did I do wrong? Did they not love me?). That carries into his adult life through having the same feelings with his friends. He needs to uphold a certain standard so they don't abandon him like his parents did.

To round it back to the ask, he definitely goes into a bit of a dark place for a while there. I mean, his very good friends of 10+ years just beat him ruthlessly with rocks and didn't seem to care about it AND dead/neglectful parents are on his mind bc of the children. You can tell he's very somber in both 57 and 58 and it's 100% a result of these things.

[firstelevens]

gotta go for a classic with 25 (kisses in the rain) for… whatever pairing you like! ☂️🌧️☂️

25. kisses in the rain

It's entirely possible that Sam should have waited.

There's a world where he tells this story to his old friends, the ones from his VA days, and they roast him mercilessly for finding a way to take terrifying leaps without ever needing to clear sea level. Sarah would, too, probably, and Natasha if she was still around.

He has all of that in his head, knows it for a fact, but there are other things that he knows, too.

He knows that they only barely survived that first clash with Doctor Doom. He knows that they're stretched thin, that this is nothing short of a last stand, them and whatever allies they've managed to cobble together from the far reaches of their universe.

He knows that yesterday, both he and Bucky had actively been bleeding and for all the jibes they'd been exchanging all day, they'd refused to stop clutching at each other's hands. He knows that he's capable of going this alone, and he knows that he's tired of doing that when he doesn't have to.

He knows that royals have a whole lot of powers that everyday people never bother to think about, and one of those powers is the ability to solemnize a union between two people.

He knows that of all the people he has ever had the joy of knowing and loving, the one who he wants to spend his life with is the cantankerous moron peering into the open side panel of a spaceship like it's the Wilson family truck and not highly advanced alien technology

He only makes one stop before ducking out of the ship, pulling Valkyrie aside to ask her a favor that has her beaming delightedly and clasping his shoulder. When Sam hurries down the gangway, the drizzle of the morning has intensified to a heavy, rhythmic patter, rain settling against grass and damp earth and smelling like home even though he's so many miles away. He has to shield his eyes with his hand as he rounds to the side of the ship, narrowly avoiding tripping over the raccoon who once tried to buy Bucky's arm, but with whom he now seems to be on at least cordial terms.

"Hey," Sam calls out, raising his voice as the rain gets heavier. "You got a second, or will the whole ship fall apart without you?"

Bucky turns and gives Sam an unimpressed look that belies how quickly he moves to Sam's side. "What do you need?" he asks, as he gets closer. "How's your side? Are the stitches holding?"

"The stitches are fine," says Sam, though Bucky's concern makes something warm pulse through his veins all the same. "Just come here. I have something to ask you."

For once, Bucky seems inclined to listen without arguing, immediately closing the distance between them. He hesitates for half a second as he reaches out, and Sam grabs Bucky's hand and settles it on his waist. Instantly, part of Bucky relaxes, both of his arms coming up around Sam as he pulls him closer.

"Tell me you didn't come out here in the rain just to ask for a hug, Cap."

"Not exactly," says Sam. "I should probably be kneeling, actually, but there's mud everywhere, and also some kind of fuel that maybe shouldn't mix with the vibranium in the suit, and..."

Bucky furrows his eyebrows. "What? Why would you be kneeling? What's happening?"

"It's just tradition, mostly," says Sam. "But you like a little tradition sometimes, so I thought I'd explain why I wasn't-"

"Tradition for what, Sam?"

Sam reaches down and settles his hands over Bucky's, interlacing their fingers and raising their joined hands to rest over his heart. "For, uh...for proposals. It's traditional for proposals."

Bucky's eyes go wide and he leans closer like maybe he misheard. "Sam?" is all he manages to croak.

In response, Sam raises their hands to his lips so he can kiss Bucky's knuckles, first on his left hand, then his right.

"I love you, Buck," he says. "I love you, and we have never not found our way back to each other, but I kind of think it might be nice if we stopped counting on the universe to keep throwing us together and just...decided to stick around instead.

"Sweetheart..." breathes Bucky.

"I know things could go bad pretty soon over here," says Sam, his voice hoarse. "So maybe the timing could be better, but baby, however long the rest of my life is, I want to spend it with you."

"You don't have to ask," blurts Bucky. "You know that, right? You know I'll follow you anywhere regardless."

"I know," says Sam, smiling at him through the rain. "I'm asking anyway. Will you marry me, Bucky?"

Even the sound of the rain can't disguise the tear-filled laugh that spills out of Bucky's mouth. "Right now?" he asks.

"What, you have somewhere else to be?" asks Sam, like he isn't holding his entire goddamn heart in his hands here.

Bucky laughs again. "Good point," he says, leaning his forehead against Sam's. "Then yeah, sweetheart. Yeah, I'll marry you."

"You're such an idiot," Sam mumbles, tipping his chin up just enough to catch Bucky's lips with his own. He feels more than hears Bucky laugh against his mouth.

"Your idiot now, though. For keeps."

Sam hums in acknowledgment, leans in for another kiss. "For keeps," he echoes, and that's something that he knows now, too.

[antivanplumage]

What is your Rook's relationship with Davrin?

they're very close friends and allies - they did flirt around a bit, but when davrin asked if it was going anywhere, nero got cold feet and had to concede.

What do they like about him?

words and banter tend to flow easily between the two. they flirt with each other for fun, not expecting anything to come of it. davrin is nothing like the other wardens nero's heard of before: he's charming, he's down to earth, he's honest when he can and is clear about what he can't.

What do Rook and Davrin enjoy doing together?

they're both hunters of different kinds, as an assassin and a monster hunter. davrin likes to take them out on hunts, and nero likes to show him what an assassin's route through a city would be.

What do they advise him to do with the griffons?

nero tells him to leave them in arlathan. they still trust the wardens very little - davrin is an exception, in their eyes.

Do they think Davrin should reconnect with his clan?

nero is very disconnected from both their elven identity and the idea of family, so the idea's never even crossed their mind.

Did Rook choose Davrin to lead the distraction team on Tearstone Island? Why or why not?

they chose harding - it had nothing to do with their faith in davrin's abilities, just an unwavering belief that harding would be better equipped to get this job done.

Lastly, if you want, write a unique banter between Davrin and your Rook!

nero: Davrin! Think fast. You've been shot by an arrow coated in poison. You're already starting to feel sluggish and weak, and if you cannot find the right antidote, you're certain you will be paralyzed. What's the poison?

davrin: Soldier's Bane, right?

Nero: Good, good!

Davrin: You know, that isn't as effective on Wardens. One of the ingredients only works so well because of the taint.

Nero: Hah. I will have to keep that in mind, dear Warden.

extra: zevwarden worldstate banter

Davrin: They say one of the Crows were hired to kill the last two Wardens in Ferelden during the Fifth Blight. Would they really do that?

Nero: Yes. Don't listen to what Lucanis has been selling you - to most Crows, coin is coin.

Davrin: So, say you weren't involved in this, and someone hired you to take me out? You'd do it?

Nero: Yes, I suppose I would. A Crow doesn't fail a contract.

Davrin: I notice one did.

Nero: Shall I fall into your arms and run away with you, instead? No, I wouldn't be so weak. Apologies.

Davrin [ to himself, mostly ] : Sometimes, I forget you're worse than Lucanis...

Rook Intro Hour: Davrin

Good morning, everyone! As you may or may not already know, #DavrinWeek2025 is coming up from May 19th - May 25th, hosted by @datvcompanionweeks !

To celebrate, today's Intro Hour will be centered around Davrin!

How it works: I ask you a question about your Rook(s) and you answer it with as much brevity or verbosity as you desire. The easiest way for me to keep track of everyone is for you to reblog this post and add your answer, although you can also mention me in a separate post, if you want! You can do this whenever you want, and I’ll reblog it + add some comments! There’s no time limit— if you want to do the older ones, they are collected here! (The post is updated on Fridays!)

*Please be aware that if you rb RIH to a community WITHOUT rbing to your blog first, I CANNOT rb and comment. If you want me to comment, please put the post on YOUR BLOG first. Thanks!

Today's Question(s): What is your Rook's relationship with Davrin? What do they like about him? What do Rook and Davrin enjoy doing together? What do they advise him to do with the griffons? Do they think Davrin should reconnect with his clan? Did Rook choose Davrin to lead the distraction team on Tearstone Island? Why or why not? Lastly, if you want, write a unique banter between Davrin and your Rook!

Have fun, and be creative!

[licuabeear]

HI DOGMAN FANDOM HI HI :3

I watched the movie recently so I can now walk around the fandom, yippee 😹

[yeonjune]

Yeonjun about the strain he felt while preparing for his debut solo project ✙ "GGUM" MAKING FILM

[tvfangirladdict]

I'm with you on all of this. I understand that Athena is the one who's going to be affected by this the most and there will be more time to address the others moving forward, but I wasn't expecting his funeral episode to be about her working a case and everyone else showing up so little. Eddie and Ravi only had like 2 lines, and Chim is really the only other one that we see experiencing grief(authentically admittedly. Him going the anger route is realistic even if it's sad to see).

I feel like they already robbed us of so much surrounding Bobby's death, that they keep doing so moving forward. If it's a creative decision so you can put your characters through a situation they haven't faced before, why are you skipping the most important parts? I've seen a lot of main character deaths in television and none of them have been handled like this with an ensemble cast.

Eddie gone, not even in the episode, finding out over the phone and not showing up until 2 weeks later on the day of the funeral and then only has like 2 lines and he's already seemingly moved into the acceptance phase. (Could change moving forward, but i doubt they'll give him much focus if the last 3 episodes were any indication)

The others all find out alone from strangers(except Buck who walked away without being able to really say anything to Bobby, and Bobby was forced to rush his last words to him. This will Haunt me. What do you mean his dad was dying and he had to turn his back and walk away without having any time to tell Bobby what he meant to him.)

We immediately skipped the fallout of his death. 2 weeks passed? Idk that I've ever seen them do that except when the fbi faked Booth's death in Bones. They did a time jump after Mark and Lexi's deaths on Grey's but you could feel that they were all very much still in the depths of grief, battling anger and denial, not just sadness and acceptance that I felt from Hen, Buck, Eddie, and Ravi.

What the fuck was the point of having Bobby haunt Athena if she didn't get to say goodbye to him? That bugs me. He was there, and just gone, and then she accepts his death from accepting this little boy is actually dead alongside the mother. That's it? No wave from Bobby standing off to the side at the cemetery? No last goodbye conversation from them where he fades away? Unless they're gonna keep him around as a ghost it made no sense to me to not hive closure to that.

Was I the only one expecting someone we know to give the eulogy? That was a scene that should have killed us but I felt nothing, because it didn't carry the same weight as it would have if it'd been given by someone who loved Bobby. In CSI, Grissom got up to speak at Warrick's funeral and it was absolutely soul crushing to see him breaks and lose his words when he's usually so stoic. But no one from his family or the 118 got up to say anything? Missed opportunity number 1837281737

There's probably more but I'll leave this one here. It's not that Bobby died(okay, it is a lot of it) but it's everything surrounding his death that makes me mad.

ok im back on my shit so hear me out for ONE SECOND. lower ur tomatoes for a bit, you can boo me at the end

the last alarm isnt horrible. its bad, yes but not atrociously horrible. if it were a longer than 40minutes episode, it wouldn't have been this bad. sure, killing off a main character is a shit kove in the first place but making his funeral episode about a b plot turned a plot is worse.

its missing a lot is scene, the off-screenification for this one is WILD. imagine instead of shit hot pile of garbage we got a longer episode. lets say we cant undo the actual problem (killing off bobby) but we could've gotten(and tbf i feel like writing fics about these myself):

athena's case about the dead kid to reflect HER grief (not ours btw, which was probably the main idea of it anyway but it came across at a jab at us). it wasnt bad by itself but very poorly executed.

chim's regrets and anger, actually see him on that run. how he got on that roof. show us that scene where he called for bobby's body to be released. i just know he DIDN'T keep it together.

buck's therapy sessions that turned him into this non-buck like figure that this episode portrayed. or even better he'd internalise it and NOT go to therapy at all and thats how he gets so robotic. he's shoving everything deep inside.

eddie's shock. we already didnt get a scene with him finding out, so at least, if he's THIS LATE to LA, WHY is he this late. no money? problems with his parents? chris? he's moving in slowmotion, hes devastated for not being there yet talks about scones.

ravi was ready to become a criminal for them. its his first funeral like this, he's trying to keep it together by asking eddie about the funerals he attented. extend that fuckass scene.

hen is so... weirdly uplifted. fine, but why? for someone who almost nearly died too, whose captain died she acts weird. could've given us a scene where she goes the "live for the one that saved u"

geralt wouldn't have been this bad if he had less screen time. he was also hurting, he tried to make them not feel better but understand he's not there to replace bobby. EVER. so by expanding everyone else's screentime, his wouldn't be so annoying.

the last alarm had bad writing because of all the scenes that are missing. its everything happening off screen that makes it shit. bc if you expand it, it would solve some problems.

i liked it bc i filled in scenes in my head when i watched it live but im pretty sure i cant rewatch it or my rating would go significantly lower.

you can get ur tomatoes now. also i did ramble a lot and might repeated myself but im not rereading this is emotional rant typing not prose

[myreia]

— v. raison d'être

It was never going to last. They knew it from the beginning, all of them. Their time in the First was temporary, fleeting. For some, that would have been enough to give pause, to keep distance. For them, it made these moments all the more precious—even when it was difficult, even when it was unfair. Ryne knows they are both proud of her. That will never change, even when they live in separate worlds. It is a bittersweet thing to say goodbye, to close one chapter and begin the next. But change is necessary, a fundamental aspect of life. There is no sense in clinging to the past when the future—with all its countless possibilities—lies ahead. There is no looking back. Only forwards.

[daz4i]

on a completely unrelated note. i think the hostages' families should tear bibi apart limb for limb piece by piece until there's nothing left of him. and i think they should be protected by law for doing this bc they'd essentially be doing the entire country - and others around it - a great service

[soaps-mohawk]

Is it bad that I don’t want to give birth? Like, I told some of my friends and family that I don’t want to give birth and they told me that I’d change my mind and I told them I wouldn’t and they get mad at me. I told them that I’d adopt kids instead to give them a home and living family but they say that doesn’t matter and count because they won’t be biological.

That's not bad at all!! I know a lot of people that feel the same way. Hell, I feel the same way. I don't want to give birth and I'm very against having children. I've known that pretty much my whole life since I was old enough to conceptualize children and parenthood (very young as a woman growing up in America), and I was always told I'd change my mind someday.

Well, it's been about 20 years and I haven't changed my mind at all. There's absolutely nothing wrong with it. The constant societal pressure that every generation has gone through of "you have to have children otherwise your life is meaningless" has very much been challenged as of late with plenty of people realizing your life doesn't end as soon as you're old enough to have children. A lot of those people pushing that narrative shouldn't have had kids in the first place. The world would probably be a lot better off if people that didn't want kids but were pressured into it by society just hadn't given into that pressure.

There's plenty of neglected, abandoned children, and children in foster care that deserve love and support. So yeah, if you don't want to give birth, then there's nothing to feel bad about. You've made that decision and anyone that tries to tell you otherwise is only recycling the same societal pressures that probably made them have children they didn't want.

And if anyone says adopted or fostered children don't count, then kindly say fuck them and don't speak to them again. Same with people that say IVF or children born of surrogates. Just because you didn't give birth to your child no matter the reason, that doesn't make them "not your child." Hell I know there's people out there that say C-sections aren't "giving birth" because it wasn't natural.

Yeah, fuck those people and do what you want. It's your body, it's your life and they can either get over it or get out of your life 🤷