#WHERE AM I SUPPOSED TO GOOOO

[darkxsoulzyx]

Guys the animation memes lied to me guys 😔😔😔😔 /j /lh

[sieglinde-freud]

getting severa’s conversations with noire and cynthia back to back is such a trip. the speed at which she goes from “its ok to bother me, we’re best friends!” to “nobody fucking likes you” feels like a punch to the face

[sugugasm]

DAZED ! - FUSHIGURO TOJI

SYNOPSIS : ❝ what the fuck was in that strain ? ❞

FEATURING : plug! toji x fem! reader

— CONTENT WARNING : minors do not interact !!, black reader written in mind, use and mentions of mary jane, dominant toji, female! reader, whiny toji bc i need it so bad, hair pulling, spanking, squat-riding, blowjob, fingering, use of profanity and pet names such as ᰔ slut, sweetheart ofc, baby ᰔ

— AUTHOR’S NOTE : hiiii. excuse any mistakes !! this was supposed to be out sooner but i haven’t been feeling the best :/ i’ve come around to finishing this thingy so here you goooo !!!! i hope you all enjoy. reblogs and interactions earn you a smooch.

YOU LOVED YOUR BOYFRIEND.

not only did he take care of you, tend to your every want, and give you the entire world— but he had one of the best jobs ever…in your opinion. being a dealer and all, he was always the first of the first to receive and test only the finest of products.

tonight was one of those nights — the testing nights filled with back to back experimental phases within putting his product to work.

a recent partner he’d just adopted to the group had dropped off one of those familiar, brown boxes you always saw him organizing here and there. the moment he brought it through the door, he practically tore it open like a ravaging animal hungry for prey.

you could remember how excited he was to show you the new items that would soon be appearing on his roster, but you also remembered how much of a character he was when he was high. not only did he get giggly, chattier than usual, and playful— but he also got painfully horny. any little move or phrase leaving your lips had his cock thumping against his briefs at a rapid pace.

kind of like right now.

you’re seated on his lap, eating from the bowl of popcorn you'd made moments before as some cheesy action movie drew your attention. the edibles you'd eaten earlier had finally kicked in, followed by the sudden hunger you'd gotten.

after a few bites, you can feel toji shifting uncomfortably beneath you. your mind immediately goes to the thought of his legs falling asleep, but that thought quickly fades as toji begins to grip your hips even tighter than before, “are you alright, baby? am i hurting you?” you inquire, tilting your head to the side and looking sympathetically at him. toji shakes his head, still remaining silent as he begins to slip his hand between your pants and underwear.

your eyes roll, “tojiii, you said it was movie night,” your whines only encouraged him more. he starts to rub circles around your clit, your dampened panties eventually stringing his fingertips with your slick.

“did i say that? i don’t remember.”

without another thought, your head is flung back. his quick fingers felt too good against you, causing your body to jolt. “we’re going to miss the good parts,” you complain, but he snatches his hand away from your dripping cunt and places a light smack on it instead.

“stop talking. watch the movie.”

his harsh tone unintentionally causes your eyes to return to the action-packed scene that has been causing commotion throughout your home. the weed in your system was already sending shivers down your spine, but his fingers playing a sweet melody with your pussy was causing much more.

“t-toji, please—“

your pussy receives yet another slap, leaving you itching and craving more. “be quiet. do you really wanna’ misbehave right now?” his question and subsequent finger entering your pussy caught you completely off guard, making your chest rumble with a loud moan.

“can you be good for me, sweetheart?” he asks, and you rapidly nod your head as an answer, “use your words. don’t play with me.”

toji deliberately thrusts upward slowly, allowing his hips to move to the point where his covered cock rubbed against your exposed folds. even though his fingertips are still fully plugged into you, you start to grind back onto him— eager to feel something more than just this.

“can't hear me or somethin’? you’re doin’ all that movin’ like you wanna’ cum, but you’re not listenin’ to me,” he stresses, moving his fingers around to meet the rhythm of your hips.

“toji, you’re being mean—“ after two minutes of trying to get an answer out of you, the third smack to your cunt gets it. you try to pull him from between your legs by closing your eyes and grabbing his wrist, but he manages it for you.

as he begins to lower his pants, you’re ifted from his lap. he motions for you to kneel, and you naturally do so. you give your boyfriend one last glance before snagging his cock with your hand as your knees come into contact with the cool flooring. his skin was soft despite the fact that he was hard in your palm. “open,” he murmurs.

and you do.

toji reaches over and pulls a pre-rolled blunt from his ashtray before lighting the end as it sat between his lips. he takes a pull, gathering as much as he could before swiveling it around in his mouth as if it were mouthwash. you assumed he was doing some sort of trick, but he catches you off guard when he grabs you by the chin.

he lifts your head up to meet his gaze and leans in for a kiss, but he stops before his lips could touch yours. you then close your eyes as you feel toji begin to blow the smoke into your mouth.

gladly taking it, you pucker your lips to inhale it better. this almost immediately turns into a heated makeout session, but toji becomes a bit too impatient for your touch, “c’mon. put your mouth on it.”

“you started it,” you giggle and that’s when he stuffs your mouth full. he smiles down at the way your lips wrap around the head— so full and soft, gliding up and down his length and taking him down your throat with such ease and greed.

the back of your thighs rest on your calves as you gulp as much of his cock down as you could. drool trailed from the corners of your mouth and spattered onto the floor beneath you as you whimper and gag from the tip of him hitting the back of your throat.

“f-fuck, yn. your throat is so warm, baby.”

the sounds of your gawking and his moaning was enough to make toji fuck your face. there wasn’t much warning, but the tip of his cock hitting your tonsils told you just how needy he really was. his hands find their way to the pretty locs you’d gotten not too long ago— his personal favorite hairstyle of yours— and twists them into his fist as he bobs your head up and down, “a-ah shit. just like that— fuck yes.”

you continue your rhythm, head circling as you slurp the mixture of precum and your own saliva from the base of his cock. the grip he has on your hair is tight— painful, even, but you wanted nothing more than to see him cum.

“make me fuckin’ cum, yn. daddy’s so close, just let me cum for you, why don’t ya’?” he bites down on his lower lip, yanking your head between his legs as the fire in his lower abdomen begins to come to light, “g-god that shit feel’s s’ good.”

he was close, closer than ever. he knew it would only take one last lick of your tongue before— “ah, ah, f-fuck. i’m fuckin’ cumming,” he warns. before you knew it, warm ropes of toji’s seed fills your mouth. a string a groans followed by the sound of him calling out your name repeatedly, holding onto the back of your head as he empties every last bit.

he stretches his arms above his head as his legs continue to shake from the powerful orgasm he just had. you lift from your knees, beginning to straddle him, and although toji was already sensitive enough, he need to be inside of you.

“open up for me,” he demands this while his hands sit on your lower back. his fingers draw circles on the arch in your spine as you tease your entrance with his tip. hissing, you slowly ease down onto your boyfriend’s lap. the veins that decorated his girth carved their shape along your walls, your stomach fluttering.

you begin to bounce and toji chuckles at how greedy you’d gotten. you were pulling at his hair, biting at his neck, and sucking him in all at once while still trying to beg for more, “i-it’s so deep toji! nnn- you feel so good,” you whine.

you feel his lips smearing kisses all over your chest and neck, brushing and leaving love bites here and there. the sounds of the movie you were once watching is now drowned completely out, the only sound being skin to skin and groans. the sticky mess along with the sweat dripping from your bodies was creating a steamy, out of body sensation.

“i love this slutty little pussy,” he expresses with a gutteral moan, hips still rutting into you, “make us cum, i know you can do it.” between his thrusts into and your slams onto him, you’d be cumming in no time. he just fit so well. toji was the perfect shape, perfect length— he was made for you.

“tojiii, m’ close.” your breath hitches and so do his thrusts. toji’s palm moves to the back of your head, holding you close enough to feel his breath trickling your top lip. he holds eye contact, his dark irises almost piercing a hole through you. this is when toji takes notice of the light tears streaming down your face as your orgasm, and his own, funnily catch up to you both.

he smashes his lips against yours and bites down on the bottom. he tastes the tang of the tears that’d reached your swollen mouth, “cum with me, baby. please fucking cum w-with me.”

beyond gorgeous.

“fuck! ooh— m’ cumming! m’cumming!” you chant, and when you do, he finishes too. you feel his warmth spurt into your belly as toji clutches on to you as if his life depended on it. you feel him completely empty himself inside of you with pure glee spread across his face.

once he diles down, he brings his eyes back to yours. toji’s head rests on your chest as he catches his breath, “guess that strain was pretty strong, huh?”

©️ SATORUBI 2023 please do not copy, or repost as your own <33

[sukiipjs]

❧ ROAD TRIP

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↳ chris sturniolo x fem reader

↳ words - 2144

↳ summary - you and chris are best friends. you, him and all your other friends go on a road trip but then there’s not enough seats, then only one bed, and well eventually feelings start to come out.

↳ contains - swearing, kissing, use of y/n, idk fluff

↳ song - infrunami by steve lacy

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me, chris, matt, nick, nate, and madi are all going on a road trip for the summer, cause why not. we’re currently packing our bags into the trunk of the car, trying to fit everything, “shit i can’t fit mine,” chris keeps trying to shove his bag in the corner, “then put it up front, there’s room,” nick scoff and pulls chris’ bag from him, opening the passenger seat and throwing it in front of the seat.

“we got everything?” i ask as i try to make sure i’m not forgetting anything, “yeah we’re good, let’s get in” matt says as he gets in the drivers seat. chris closes the trunk then everyone else gets in the car. nate in the passengers seat, nick on the left, madi in the middle then chris on the right, just as i’m about to get in i pause, “where the fuck am i supposed to sit?”

“what do you mean?” matt turns his head to the back of the car, seeing all the seats full, “guess you’ll go in the truck,” chris snickers as i roll my eyes, “yeah i think that’s full,” i say full of sarcasm.

“just sit on chris’ lap or something,” nate says, trying to hide his smirk. for a moment me and chris try to find out something else until nick interrupts us, “shut up you love birds and just sit down,” both of our faces burst with red, “shut up nick,” chris spits back as i start to climb in the car, setting myself on chris’ lap as i mumble under my breath.

“finally, let’s goooo” nate laughs as i eye madi, i always tell her about me and chris, i mean it’s not like i like chris, we’re best friends, sure he’s hot and maybe i’ve thought about it before but no. she thinks that we should just suck it up and make out, she’s definitely enjoying seeing the embarrassment between us while me on his lap.

an hour and a half into driving, two and a half hours left, we stop at a gas station and all get out, “god finally,” chris stretches out as we all stand outside, matt filling up the car. “y/n/n wanna go get snacks?” madi asks as i follow her inside the gas station store, we go down to the drinks at the end of the store, “sooo…” i roll my eyes knowing exactly what she’s going to say, “so what?”

she laughs a little, “the tension, i mean it’s unbearable,” i grab a dr pepper from one of the fridges, “noooo, we’re best friends there’s nothing there okay?” she laughs again, her grabbing a pepsi, “i’m tired of those excuses, you and him would be so cute honestly, and there have been.. times,”

by ‘times’ she just means the awkward moments of when me and chris end up in a weird situation, him having to pretend to be my boyfriend for my family, when he accidentally kissed me, or when he picked me up from a bar when i was super fucking drunk (i thought he was my boyfriend too, i don’t even have a boyfriend??), but we don’t talk about those times.

my phone buzzes and i look at the screen, “chris wants us to get him a pepsi,” i laugh a little as i grab a pepsi from the fridge, me and madi finish up our conversation about chris, not like thats important. we then grab a few bags of chips and pay. we walk back out of the store and go back by the car, talking with everyone until we get back in the car and drive off once again.

i’m on my phone, still on chris’ lap as i text with madi, my headphones in as other people listen to their music and talk. i start to notice something hard under me, that’s not his leg, i look over to chris and see him staring at my legs, even biting his lip a little. he then catches me looking at his staring and turns his head away immediately, his face bright red.

madi 🫶🫶

| holy shit did you see that?

| his staring? yes 💀

| i told you, the tension is UNBELIEVABLE

| i think he’s hard too…

| WHAT?

| i need this ride to be over.

and eventually it is, after those two and a half hours. we get to the hotel, parking the car and getting out, chris adjusting his pants as me and madi look over at each other, her trying not to burst out laughing.

we get out all our bags as nick checks in at the hotel getting our keys, three rooms with two beds each. we get the the hallways of where the rooms are, “who’s with who?” matt asks. some people start talking about who they want until it just gets to arguing, “okay okay, everyone shut up.” nick stops them as he thinks of something and takes out his phone.

“here’s a random number generator, one to three. whoever gets the same number goes with each other, if you get the same number then do it again, yeah?” we all agree on it and nick goes first, he gets one. then nate, he gets three. then madi, she gets one. then me, i got two. then chris, he gets one, he goes again and gets two. FUCK. “okay so matt you with nate then,” i eye at madi again before nick hands us our keys and we all go into our rooms, me with chris…

“the fuck?” chris scoffs as we walk into our room, “what?” he nods his head to the ‘beds’ theres only one bed. “oh,” me and chris drop our bags in the room and go back to nick, “i thought you got three rooms, two beds each?”

“i did?” nick turns around to see chris and me, “well come look at ours cause it definitely doesn’t have two beds.” nick walks with me and chris to our room and he sees the one bed. “uhh, my bad.”

“my bad?” chris mocks as him and nick argue for a little until i interrupt them, “guys stop, i’ll just sleep on the floor, chris gets the bed,” i roll my eyes. chris sighs, “fine with me,” nick walks back to his room.

madi 🫶🫶

| there’s a pool, let’s go

| i’ll meet you there

i walk into the bathroom of the room, changing into my swimsuit then going back out and putting my other clothes by my bag, “where are you going?” i laugh a little, “there’s a pool, me and madi are going,” chris lays on the bed, on his phone as he talks, “you’re welcome to come,” i smile as i walk out of the room.

when i get to the pool room i see madi there, we both get in the pool, “there’s only one bed in our room,” i say as i bury my face in my hands, “i’m on the floor though,” she laughs, “you shouldn’t be, you guys need to suck it up and get rid of that tension, fuck it off you know?” i roll my eyes, “how about fuck that idea?”

as me and madi hang out and swim the door to the pool room opens and here comes everyone else, “the funs finally here!” nate shouts as he walk in and jumps into the pool, “more like the funs leaving,” madi laughs as matt and nick walk over to sit on the edge of the pool then chris jumping in.

“chris!” i shake my head a little, getting some water off my face that got in my eyes. “oh i’m soooo sorry your majesty,” he snickers as he starts to swim around, madi looking at me in a ‘you two kill me’ way and i mouth at her to shut up as i go back to swimming.

we all hang out for a while until it gets later and we go back to our rooms, cleaning up so we can all go to dinner soon. i take a shower as chris lays on the bed, on his phone once again. i get out and dry off mostly then i realize i forgot to bring my clothes in the bathroom, “chris!! can you get my black dress from my bag?” he yells back then grabs it, coming up to the bathroom door, “can i come in?” he asks as i finish wrapping my towel around myself, hiding my body then opening the door. chris hides his eyes with his hand and the other holds out the dress, “thanks,” i laugh as i take the dress, closing the door then changing into it.

when i’m done in the bathroom i get out, going to my bag trying to find my jewlery, when i find it i lean my phone against some cabinet so i can see myself in the camera as i put on my jewlery, “you look good,” i laugh a little, turning to him as i put in my other earring, “not too bad yourself,”

“you almost ready to go? we’re just meeting everybody else there,” i nod as i grab my phone, closing it and putting it in my bag as chris gets up and leads us to the door.

we make our way to the restaurant where we meet everyone else. we talk, eat, and laugh for a good few hours, around 7pm when we all walk back to the hotel, madi and nick then going into their room, matt and nate in theirs and me and chris in our room.

chris gets out of his clothes and puts on sweatpants, no shirt. he starts to get in his bed and go on his phone as i start to grab a blanket i packed and lay it down on the floor, then grabbing my pillow and setting it down then i start to lay down.

“what are you doing?” chris looks over his phone, seeing me laying on the floor, “what do you mean? sleeping?” he laughs some as he sits up on the bed a little, “do you really think i’m making you sleep on the floor? come here,” he nods his head toward the bed, “really?”

“of course, y/n. you’re not sleeping on the floor.” he pulls the blanket of the bed up a little, and making room for me. i get up and slip into the bed and cover the blanket over me, “thanks chris” he smiles then turns on his side to check his phone before turning back, “wanna watch a movie or something? i’m not honestly not even that tired,”

i grab my laptop from my bag and we decide on a movie. while watching it i feel his leg kick me under the blankets, i kick his back a little then lay my leg on top of his as we both focus on the movie. i then feel a hand go to my thigh as we lay our legs on top of each others. i try to look over at chris not turning my head and i see him staring at the blankets that cover our body’s. i turn my head to him as i feel his thumb gently rub at my thigh, his head turns to me as well and as soon as i know it hes kissing me. HES KISSING ME.

he then quickly pulls away, “i’m sorry. oh god. i’m sorry..” he moves away his hand and leg from me as tumbles off the bed, he walks to the bathroom and shuts the door trying to get away from me. for a moment i stay frozen in shock but then i get off the bed, closing my laptop and putting it away as i walk over to the bathroom, knocking on the door, “chris. can i come in?” for a little he doesn’t say anything but then he slowly opens up the door, i see him standing in front of it, his face bright red as i grab his face, pulling him in for another kiss. he kisses me back deeply as i hold his face in my hands, his hands moving to my waist.

i pull away and look up at him, smiling, “come back to the bed,” we both walk over to the bed, getting in once again as chris’ head turns to me, “y/n.. i really like you,” i smile as i lift the blanket over us again, “i really like you too chris,”

we both get comfortable again as we lay on our sides, facing each other, “goodnight,” chris smiles as he kisses my forehead, “goodnight,” i turn to my other side and i get ready to sleep as i feel chris’ arms around me, holding me tight as we both drift off to sleep.

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taglist : @slutforchriss @mattsleftnipple03 @mattsdinosweater @ccolleenn @mixvchelle @leah-loves-lilies @sturn-wrld

[ninyard]

towning au where they’re both cops put on a break in call (like a house alarm automatically calling 911 kind of thing). they go to the house to find that it’s empty except for a little kid, maybe nine or ten years old. they ask him why he broke into this house and he tells them that his dad hit him with a bottle, straight to the ribs, and he ran away thinking he’d never go back. he ran to his friend’s house, slept on his front porch because his friend’s mom would get violent if he let him in. he came back to find an empty house, oh fuck, mom and dad left me, what the fuck am I supposed to do?

“what’s your name, kid?” Towns asks him.

the kid looks at him with startlingly blue eyes and says, “Nathaniel. everyone calls me Neil.”

“and what’s your friend’s name?” Browning follows with.

“Andrew,” Neil says. “Minyard. but don’t tell his mom what I did.”

they look at each other. Towns thinks it’s a bad idea, Browning thinks the same thing. they take him to the station and when his parents are nowhere to be found, Towns says, “sorry kid. you’ll be staying with us tonight.”

and for the next nine years, but none of them know that.

YOOOOOO THE FIRST TOWNING ADOPTION AU LETS GOOOO

I love that. Two gays and their nightmare stray

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

How do you think each of Ewan's characters would react to being told that their partner is pregnant?

Here we goooo....

Abraham - absolutely thrilled. All he wants is to start a family, he's eagerly anticipating them popping it out so he can fill them full of the next one.

Aemond - proud. He wants an heir, as he's eager to continue the Targaryen lineage. Says he wants a boy, but is secretly hoping for a girl.

Billy Taylor - faints. Too young to be a dad and utterly overwhelmed by the idea of it.

Billy Washington - gets angry at first "how the fuck am I supposed to support a baby?!" Comes back later, filled with apologies. Cries happy tears when he sees the first sonogram.

Ettore - a sharp shove down a flight of stairs. "That solves that then."

Genyen - if it were a Looney Tunes cartoon, there'd be an outline of him in the wall where he's run through it so fast. Hope they enjoy being a single parent.

Osferth - filled with dread. Doesn't want children, as he believes being a bastard is a curse that he'll pass onto any children he fathers. Once he's over his existential panic, he's doting and supportive.

Tom Bennett - "you sure it's mine?" Gets absolutely plastered and avoids them for a few days, because he's certain his life is ruined. Eventually will come to his senses and be supportive, and will likely propose as he feels it's the right thing to do.

[fraudulent-cheese]

OK OK OK SO MY BRAIN HAS BEEN GOING INSANE ABOUT AMICUS CURIAE SO I NEED TO RAMBLE ABOUT IT!!!!

Spoilers for the fic under the cut (duh), link to read it is here, goooo do that!!!

OK SO. The main conflict am i right

Right now we are in a fluff sweet spot where most of the teams are on friendly terms and the main 6 aren't in conflict. However considering what the author has posted to their TD blog recently, it's definitly not staying that way.

Hell even in the current chapters it's probably not staying that way, considering Courtney's 100% caught on that there's something going on between Noah and Alejandro, and in return Alejandro's detected Courtney's crush for Emma.

So yeah! Im predicting that's gonna be the cause of the big rift that happends between the best friends; both of their feelings are going to get in the way of the win eventually in a big way. Maybe Courtney will get distracted by Emma or Alejandro's going to try to keep the Pros in the game in a way that handicaps the Best Friends for the challenge, and it'll blow up in their face, and past events are gonna be brought up and they're gonna get HURT.

I think Courtney's main reasons for being annoyed at Alejandro and Noah's friendship (outside of Courtney would like to win thanks) is her wanting Alejandro to not get hurt; Noah's already betrayed him (from his perspective), she wouldn't want him getting stabbed in the back again. I dout he'd do that, but Courtney doesn't know that!

Also whenever she'll figure out it's romantic, she's certaintly going to discourage Alejandro to go for it during the show. Dating on Reality TV is not a good idea, they both have negative experiences with it, Courtney especially. Neither would want to go through that again, so conflict arising from it makes sense.

Also also, Courtney might be afraid of losing Alejandro,,, she's lost friends due to relationship drama in the past, hell she's still struggling with the after-effects of her trust being broken so many times. So seeing Alejandro be genuine with someone else? Yeah she's not gonna react well. Im basing this off the line "Alejandro's supposed to only be genuine with her" Because it says ALOT. To me.

This is 100% aromantic projection hour but Societytm constantly pushes romantic relationships as more important than platonic ones, an impression reinforced in media and especially tabloids - Courtney and Alejandro have already been mistaken for a couple in this fic by one of the main characters due to their closeness - so i wouldn't be shocked if either had internalised this and fears losing their one actual friend because they're crushing on someone else.

I don't think Alejandro's expressed much derision for Courtney's crush on Emma yet? So im not sure the conflict on his end would come from that. I think his main issue is trying to push himself too much out of a sense of obligation to be performing at his best all the time (especially now at the final 8 teams and non elimination rounds being pretty random so far) + his guilt over previous performances in challenges. It's 100% going to bite him or Courtney (because i dout she doesn't have similar over working tendencies) in the ass in a MAJOR way in an upcoming challenge. That and their respective competitiveness is probably gonna hurt them in a major way.

FINAL NOTE: I have no fucking clue how this can happen if the final POV's not Courtney but it would be so fucking cool if the closing lines of Amicus Curiae were a parallel to the "This is a terrible idea" that Courtney kept repeating in chapter 1, you know bring it full circle and stuff.

God this post is long

[cult-of-the-eye]

MAG 86 here we goooo

Ok so I actually listened to this like a few days ago but I never got round to looking at the transcript but HERE I AM

God this is the blanket never did anything one

He says tucked in so fucking menacingly like Jesus Christ man

TIM MY LOVE

I can't get that one post out of my head that says how Tim was the furthest from being taken by the Eye cause he keeps tripping up on pronunciations and stuff in statements that other archival staff wouldnt honestly it's such a genius take

Oh shit this is getting really long I'll add in a read more

God I love how he's rebelling in every sense, he's doing the bare minimum, he's literally warning people away from it

It's kind of interesting the way he always thought the statement stuff was stupid but in the whole of season one and a lot of season two he managed to hide his distaste pretty well, like even when he lashed out at Jon about the Prentiss incident, he still didn't say that the statements were stupid, but he's saying it behind his back - maybe some part of him knew that Jon needed the statements to work and some part of him still felt for him enough to not point that out

He's kinda dramatic with it as well but I feel like in more of a self aware way than jon

You can feel his distaste honestly the statement just sounds wrong coming from him, which is interesting cause I didn't think that about when Martin did it

So he's mad at the fact that he put effort into a job that he wasn't even that comfortable with in the first place and now he's trapped in? Not about the monsters??

Jesus Christ Tim being a bit of a dick to melanie

HE BLAMES MARTIN????? Damn bro you weren't there how could you tell he didn't do it properly??

I think he's mad at himself for not being there and deflecting it on to martin

She likes that it's quiet!!! That's cute

Martin's not big on change AH neurodivergent vibes

All the archival staff are literally queer and neurodivergent you can't change my mind

Also the fact that he thinks that's the biggest reason why martin doesn't want Melanie around, not the Horrors and the same reason as Tim

I think Tim is refusing to think that Martin might see the situation in the same way as him because if he does then it means Tim's way of dealing might not be the best way and that's an unacceptable thought to him

Suspicious and resentful - my man is self aware I think he knows the way his path is going (hurtling towards destruction) but is too stuck shaking his fist at god to try and get out or he's sort of known his whole life that this is where he was supposed to end up, a terrible fate created by his own two hands that dug their own way down to rock bottom and he's just so tired of trying to do anything about it that he's just accepted it

SASHA OH GOD

Wow seeing firsthand the effects of the stranger, the way neither Tim nor Melanie can remember the real Sasha, but Tim has to live with the fact that he didn't notice and Melanie has to live with the fact that she did, but can't prove it

WHO AM I EVEN SAD FOR

AUGH I THOUGHT SOMEONE MADE THAT UP I DIDNT KNOW IT WAS CANON OH GOD

He lost his FRIEND and he DIDN'T REALISE and he STILL DOESN'T KNOW THE WHOLE TRUTH AUGH

Oh I wonder why he left the tape running? I'd think he would've forgotten to turn it off but if so I feel like he'd have that shocked moment of remembering which he didn't

Maybe he wanted proof of the conversation? Maybe it was a warning to anyone listening to the tapes? See firsthand how terrible it is at the Magnus Institute so you don't work here? I dunno

Ha I had to ask my lovely mutual @melandrops to explain what a marker was

Oh god honestly this statement fucked me up I completely understand why people hate it I hate it

I was so scared of the dark as a kid and the idea of being reduced to that state of lack of awareness and vulnerability is actually terrifying

Also the dude dying in the blanket???? Ew ew ew

Love the fact that tma doesn't just go with a oh shit I forgot a torch so it was pitch black kinda horror but the I brought a torch, I even brought spare batteries but it still did nothing which in my opinion is even scarier

Oh god her whispering the blanket never did anything that was horrifying

Melanie was actually so good at giving the statement girl really got into it

I was also talking to @melandrops about archivist!Melanie cause I think that would be really interesting... she'd definitely bring a more proactive vibe to the role...

It's interesting to think that Melanie and Jon hated each other at first sort of because they're so alike? It's like the we are made of the same stuff (derogatory)

Love how she just checks out the dead guy

The way she's denying it even though she's literally had paranormal experiences before that's so Jon core she would be a great archivist

JON????

Oh shit I just realised he's labelled as Archivist...when did that happen??

That's so funny he's like bitch maybe I do have reason to kill you

Hmm nice touch of Melanie being like do you guys not want me cause I'm a girl?? Is this misogyny??? Good guess but unfortunately it's worse

It's quite nice that Jon's trying to save her even though the meetings about helping him and her quitting would mean he'd lose the one informant he might have in the institute

Shot in the leg by a ghost in India????

Ha Tim hates you and Martin's probably being watched

Love how Tim's hatred for Jon is so visceral and known that they don't even bother watching him

I bet Elias would delight in knowing about Martin's little crush on Jon and how Jon actually hated him in season one and then how their relationship progresses he'd thrive on the drama and the angst the little bastard

Ok ok it's good that he's on the right track, he guesses it was elias

Wait the whole murder was on tape... WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT TAPE??? DID ELIAS TAKE IT??? COULD IT BE USED AS EVIDENCE???

YES MELANIE IS BEING CAUGHT UP (info style) BUT ALSO NO MELANIE IS BEING CAUGHT UP (web style)

[graysparrowao3]

WIP "Wednesday"

It's not Wednesday, but I got tagged in one right after being freed from Tumblr timeout so let's goooo! Thank you @reverieblondie, it was a happy surprise to see a notification again and be prompted to share something 💛

There's no Rolan here, but there is Wyll and Cal so it's really fucking cute. (Or at least, it is in my head where it's been percolating for months until I write the damn thing). I tend to write all over the place, gradually bringing the parts together.

Concept is Wyll and Cal have a conversation if Tav rejects Wyll following the dance scene. Cal clearly has a crush (just a lil personal headcanon, and who could blame him). They chat a little over common themes (they're both young and their emotional needs are overlooked - and they actually recognize that for each other, which no one else has done thus far). After the conversation, Cal asks Wyll to show him how to dance, and Wyll does his best though Cal isn't very good at it. Nothing intimate happens, but I think it would be adorable and no one can stop me.

"You remind me of my brother."

"I can't say I see the resemblance," Wyll chuckled.

"It's the whole 'I'd sacrifice myself for others' thing."

"How did you..." Wyll searched Cal's face but found nothing hidden, no information withheld. A mere lucky guess, he supposed. "After his actions in the Shadow Cursed lands, I must say I am inclined to agree with you." [Before Shadow Cursed lands would say "I have yet to see that side of your brother, but if you say it to be true then I believe it"].

"'It's why I look up to him. One of the reasons. Not that he realizes it. Why people look up to you."

"I'd rather not be placed on such a pedestal," The sincerity of Wyll's statement overpowering any bashfulness of flattery.

"Sorry," Cal returned the sincerity, "too used to Rolan I guess. He'd live up there if people didn't keep pulling him off it."

[Conversation continues, emotions exposed. Eventually, Tav rejecting Wyll is brought up]

"A situation sorely misjudged on my part," Wyll looked away.

"I was thinking it wasn't you with the poor judgement."

[Cal wonders if Wyll would show him the dance.]

"You could show me. If you wanted."

"Can you imagine Rolan teaching me how to dance? Or Lia for that matter."

"Can't say that I can," Wyll admitted.

            [Dance scene. Cal is bad at it. A beat. They don’t kiss]

"I think your brother would sooner see me dead."

"Or my sister," Cal shrugged.

"Understand that my caution is not personal. The wounded heart is like any other injury."

Cal nodded. Time.

"While we wait for it to heal, you could help me practice the dance again." He hastily added, "If you wanted to."

Please anyone feel welcome to consider this an invite to share something you're working on if you'd like and please tag me if you do! And some no pressure tags to keep the ball rolling @dutifullylazybread @el-tur-el @lostinforestbound @darkurgetrash @lemonsrosesandlavender

[missamyrisa2]

Hi umm so I have sort of a tickle kink that not many know about and I was sort of wondering if you could do scenario where I’m tied down and you’re just using feathers and your nails to exploit all my weak spots

Awwww you're sooo adorableee~~ of courseee my sweetieee just relaxxxx and let me fix you up with the giggliesss mmm? I'll just take these softttt colorful scarvess ~ these are my favorite, we can get you nicely secure and snugg ~ but you can still wiggle so sweetly as we explore your ticklishness together ~ sooo we'll put one arm up and wrap itttt and tie and there we areeee ~ mhmm that's just my fingers fluttering in your underarm ~ gotta test our ties yes we dooo~ and now the other arm ~ just cooperate with me cuteness, and we'll get you allll fixed up ~ anddd let's seee is this armpit ticklish? Oohh my my my such a wiggle from my nails tracing the outer rim~ we'll remember that spot yes we willll~

And ooh yes, let me see this ankle. Put that right thereee this goes around your leg and downnnn down we gooo~ mhmmm cooperate with me sweetheart ~ the faster we get you secure the faster you can melt into giggles for meee~ oh yes sorry I'm taking this shoeee we'll just toss that there and mmhm tickle tickle tickleee on your foooot~ oooh yes, nnice and snug ~ you can't kick away can youuu and you can't not laugh uh uhhhh~ ah ah ah we have one more foot to tie down. And there we goooo and nowww mhmm I'm gonna secure your natural waist ~ that's this area riiiight here right above your belly. I have one of my thick belts for thattt ~ don't worryyy your tummy will be nice and exposed tooo~ not gonna cover this twitchy button oh no we're nottt~

How's that feeeeel? All secured to my table, all wigglyyyy~ you're all cozy with my colorful scarves and your body is soooo sensitive, I can telllll ~ I know a ticklish cutie when I see one ~ and guess whatttt? This featherrrr oooh yes this bright blue feather feather is twirling riiight for that bellyyy ~ we'll take it across sloooowlyyy and fast fast fasttttt over your navellll and up this siiiide and oh! that siiiide and why yesss I do believe that's my tickly nail drawing on your waist right nowww~ that's this waist, you see you have your natural waist and I guess the unnatural waist? I dunno, but it's this line of ticklishness right under your tummy and abdomen ~ and I'm tickling ittt! Oooh yess I am~

How about those hip bonesss? Mmmh? Those hip bones? Tickle tickle tickle! I can just do my thumb rubs riight down your sides and get those hipssss ~ they call it a thumb roll, I dunno~ who's they? I suppose the international order of ticklesss ~ whoever decided that saying tickle tickle tickle needs to be like 2 or 3 timesss~ hey have you ever wondered how so many people just like ~know~ the tickle song? You know, when you say tickle tickle tiiiiickle with that emphasis? And there's also tickle tickle! And it's like they always say it so similarly ~ I dunno, just seems funnyyy like we all figured it out the same way how to make a cutie like you gasp and wiggle just by saying things ~ and also squeezing above your kneeees like thissss~!

And down to the feeeet we goooo~ my feather is gonna just poke ~ just a litttle poke ~ right between these toes and theeeese toes and those toesss and yepppp that's my soft blushyyy brush twirling on your sole~ makeup brushes are sooo good for the soul darling ~ believe meee darling ~! darling darling darling why would ever lieee noooo I wouldn'ttt ~ but I wouuuuuld give each of these toesies a kisssyyy koo oh yes I woulllldd~!

Let's seee how about this biiig fluffy makeup brush to fan you tum ~ let's see how that feeels ~ tell me all about it noww~ how often do you think about being tickled ~ mmmhm~ and do you imagine yourself tied down like thissss? Yeahhh? Maybe one ticklerrr or two ticklersss? How many ticklers would you wantttt? And how many times a day are you thinking about a feather dipping into your navel like thissss? Soft little probeyyy tickles in and out of your button~

Did you ever think you'd have a silllllly tickler like me snuggling up all sweet like this as I run my nails over your armpitsss? Just sloooowly slow slow ticklesss on your pitties while we talk your ticklishnesss? Awww nooope we're gonna dish some moreeee~ let's hear alllll about itttt ~ you just tell me everything on your ticklish little heart and I'll tickle you alll the way throughh~<333

[radarchives]

Hehehe, I hope you're ready for some OC questions! >:) These are all for Valac btw!

Take your time, ramble as much as you want & hope you have fun answering them <3

What would you say is Valac's main sin? Based on his backstory, I'd say he wishes it were pride (hence his admiration for Lucifer), but he more so aligns with wrath in a similar fashion to Satan (including the inner self-direct hatred maybe..?). Although I'm also getting some slight Envy vibes. Like, envy that masks itself as wrath if that makes sense..? lol ANYWAY which sin is it?

If he had to change one thing about his life, what would it be, and what does he hope to get out of that change?

Really curious about this one actually--Valac's admiration for Lucifer is borderline unhealthy, right? Is there anything Lucifer could have done that would have just broken Valac completely? It doesn't have to be something done directly to Valac

What is Valac's role within the Newspaper Club? I also have an OC who is part of the Newspaper Club, so I always love hearing how other people imagine the Newspaper Club & the atmosphere within >:3

Fun question to end things--how would he do at 5D chess? :]

Bonus question for yourself: DID YOU DRINK WATER TODAY?? 🔫🔫🔫

aaah thank you so much, you know i'm excited!!

alright!!

you were pretty spot on actually. valac doesn't really have too much alignment with gluttony, lust, greed or sloth. as you said, he wishes it were pride. after all, he sees lucifer as his idol and puts him on a pedestal. for valac, he's the blueprint, even when valac himself doesn't align with pride at all. he carries much anger within himself, an anger that often comes to show since he got so used to shoving it aside or explaining it away when he was younger . that might also be why he clashes with satan. satan is similar to him, has the connection to lucifer, but doesn't do jack with it. valac is jealous of it all, of that certain kind of freedom, of the tight-knit family that comes attached with it. in his eyes, people like mammon and satan take it all for granted. although he is now settled, he is a hater at heart. it is all rooted in envy for sure.

if he had the ability to, he would change the day his sister left. now knowing better, valac believes he could've found the right words to make her stay. even after they reconnected, he never asked why she left. he wants change so bad, but doesn't know how to build something up for himself. he doesn't know that that is exactly why vaanya left. he hopes that if she had stayed, they still would be close. this wish of his is petty unrealistic, as the cracks in their relationship had already started forming way back.

it wouldn't break valac completely, but sad as it is, it would burst his bubble. getting to know him better. despite his own obsession, valac doesn't know lucifer all that well. he banks on the fact that lucifer has his shit sorted out, is respected and feared and has a stellar public image. but he doesn't know how he really is. valac feels safe having him up there, where he's untouchable and he can project as much as he likes. if that weren't the case, it would kickstart a "okay if HE doesn't have his shit together, then wtf am I supposed to do" sentiment. but maybe that is exactly what he needs.

he is an editor! he definitely doesn't have the social skills or the restraint to conduct interviews and such, so he just sticks to correcting other people's mistakes. he can also be convinced to do the numbers when it is needed for smth.

hell yeah. bro would get absolutely competitive about it as well. 5D chess match against satan and mephisto let's goooo, whoever flips the lid first loses.

and i did have peppermint tea from a suspiciously matchablossom looking mug, does that count?

[butch-reidentified]

Man you are so embarrassing I hope you realise everyone rolls their eyes every time you go on a rant about how cool and unkillable and unemotional you are lol

oh sick, did you do a survey to get that data? it's lovely that you took that kind of initiative for something you're so passionate about! I love that for you 💕

as many of yall may have noticed by now, I love fact-checking anon hate, so let's goooo!!

I don't recall any original posts or reblog additions I've made about myself in that tone, but feel free to follow up with links if I'm forgetting something.

I did do a search for the word "unemotional" on my blog, as I'm reasonably confident that I've repeatedly expressed my emotions on my blog, and that the handful of posts I made discussing psychopathy & the misinformation about it deliberately addressed that psychopathy is not a condition of "no emotions" as many people assume.

I searched "cool" and found the one from a few hours ago where I called my wife cool (which I completely stand by), a bunch of reblogs from other people that included the word, and a couple references to irl friends of mine. I did not find any instance of calling myself cool, though I def agree that that would be 100% eyeroll-worthy.

I'm interested that you find my attempt at a lighthearted/playful mention of the genuinely traumatic experiences of being in situations that had me end up briefly considered clinically dead "embarrassing." That totally reflects very well on you and very poorly on me forsure.

Finally, I'll conclude with a reminder that, while I do find these somewhat snarky fact-checking responses fun to do, I don't and honest to God can't take any hate anons to heart. Not because I'm "unemotional," but because, as I've said about a hundred times, it goes against my personal code to send ANY anons, hate or not. It is very, very important to me to attach my name to everything I choose to say to anyone besides my wife. If you can't hate me with your (still technically anonymous) URL attached, how on earth am I supposed to take it personally?

And I've also said this before, but for the love of God, if you want to actually want to hurt someone's feelings, just do your damn homework and go with something that isn't easily disproven/rebuked. This blog's engagement & the engagement posts like this one get just about every time tell a pretty clear story. So then how are you going to try to convince me "everyone" feels that way? This is low effort and weak. Just fuckin do better. I'm getting tired of having to tell anon haters this. I'm begging yall to do better.

Please enjoy this picture of Nik, who definitely does think I'm very cool because I clean his litter box and give him tasty treats.

[dipplinduo]

S&S D Chapter 16 thoughts: (this is going to be super long)

1. "We're back at it again for another round for Kieran vs Drayto-"

*a few sentences later*

Oh. They're supposed to be working together.

*a few moments later*

Oh WAIT- The match is back on. Let's GOOOO 😂🤣

2. *Juliana in her Ribombee swimsuit enters the chat*

*Kieran.exe has stopped working*

(Crispin and Drayton's comments on Kieran short circuiting tho I-)

3. Oh dear. Not Ogerpon sensing Pecharunt and is about to cause violence again (Thanks Carmine and Drayton for the damage control)

4. HORRAY FOR COMMUNICATION. Kieran and Juliana finally talked things through. Another amazing progress has been made to their relationship and the Toxic Chain Investigation XD

5. I am SO GLAD it was Carmine who walked into them having their moment (I cannot imagine the amount of chaos that might happen if it was anyone else). I bet that commemorative photo is going to be framed by the three of them and it's decorated with their own style. X3

6. Are the Applins not feeling tired after running around for a whole day?

*a few moments later*

OH NOOOOOOOO WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN TO THEM?? PLEASS BE SAFE EVERYONE 😭😭😭

Okay. I am glad I picked the best time to use this gif (once again) cause it's super fitting for this chapter in this beach episode

- ☕️

SEE SEE IT WOULD'VE BEEN FUNNY TO HAVE THEM AGAINST EACH OTHER, BUT I RAISE YOU, THEY'RE TEAMED BUT END UP FIGHTING ANYWAY, LOOOL

He's gonna need a new processing machine in that noggin, the one he had was fried-

Oh she did, alright...:)

I've decided on a whim that I want to emphasize this in the story rather than waiting for post-possession. Feels more impactful this way? And it makes their actual relationship more solidified and developed. We've had enough of their situationship and we've seen a decent amount of flaws in it lol.

I was very close to making this Lacey since she had the camera, but I couldn't imagine a way to make the conversation flow as it did with Carmine. LMAO

I can't find the post right now but I was so evil somewhere in someone else's ask where I hinted at this happening ages ago in a double entendre. LOOOOL <3333

Buckle up!! :D And thank you as always for sharing your thoughts and reactions I eat them up like dinner <3

[moosemonstrous]

Ghost Rider Pacific Rim AU - it's like self-care if you think about it

Hey, that your face?

Robbie stares at his reflection, razor hovering half an inch from his cheek. It blinks when he does – he’s not sure why he expected it not to. Probably having his right eye taped shut messes with his depth perception, or something. Hopefully he can take the dressing off after the check-up in the afternoon.

He breathes, four in, hold four, four out. The anxiety simmering in his stomach doesn’t go away, but subsides enough that he won’t slice his cheek open when—

What’s with the white bit? You greying already?

He looks around the bathroom. Shatterdome operates on a six-shift pattern, not counting variations in the jaeger duty side of things, so there is always plenty of people milling about. (So many people. No wonder they keep accepting refugees, they need every pair of hands they can get.) There are two men attending their facial hair at the sinks, one tired-looking lady falling asleep into her toothpaste, and several others using the showers and cubicles. Nobody’s paying attention to him, or his hair.

He exhales through his nose and resumes shaving. The blonde streak looks like it starts in the middle of his head; he hasn’t come across bleach—or a haircut—since before Bladecrest descended on L.A. Hong Kong is ridiculously well-supplied for such a frequent demon target. Comes with being the base of coastal operations, he supposes. If he’s allowed his job back, he could swing by the store next week, or maybe take Gabe to town on his rest day—

You ain’t getting your shitty job back, kid.

Yes, I am. That was all an accident. Colonel Ivanov—

Fuck Ivanov. You can’t trust a thing he says.

It was. An. Accident.

Robbie nicks his jaw and drops the razor into the sink. “Fuck!”

“Language,” one of the men chides him, amused. He has Coyote Tango tattooed on his bicep.

Robbie mumbles an apology, then stares into the mirror, waiting. It must be the painkillers wearing off. Maybe his eye got—damn, he hopes it’s not some sort of an infection. There’s plenty of one-eyed mechanics out there, but they tend to have a lot more experience under their belt than he does.

Gabe is nearly finished getting dressed by the time he makes it back to their bunk. “Robbie is back!” he chirps. “Buttons?”

The Shatterdome pharmacy has... everything under the sun, apparently. Gabe already charmed every health professional in medical, so with a nod from Ivanov his permits were run through out of queue. No need to wait for appointments. Only a couple of days on proper meds, and his focus is already so much better. All Robbie has to help him with is buttons.

“Excited for school today?” he asks, rather than going down that particular train of thought.

“It’s not real school yet,” Gabe reminds him seriously. “But, soon!”

“Very soon,” he promises. “Mr Wan said day after tomorrow, yeah?”

And all Robbie has to do is to hang his head and promise he will never step a foot in the jaeger hangar again. He doesn’t mind that in the slightest.

Yes, you do.

No, he doesn’t.

Your memory is all fucked up. I’ve seen it, yeah? Black hole where dear old dad should be.

That’s not—

It is, and you need to figure it out. It’s all in The Charger, you just have to grow a—

“Robbie-Robbie, it’s time to goooo!”

“Yes, yes,” he laughs. “Let’s go.”

There are far more people in the conference room than Robbie expected for a stern talking-to. A couple he recognises from news broadcasts – Captain Danvers, Tony Stark – but most are new faces, talking between each other like it’s their lunch break. Ivanov puts a heavy hand on his shoulder. Robbie has to suppress an alien shudder coming from deep in his stomach.

Fuck, if I could– Argh! Stop letting him touch you!

“It’s normal to be nervous,” the Colonel says. “Don’t worry. It’s just a few questions. It will be over before you know it.”

It can’t be worse than being questioned by the spies. That’s not what they were introduced as, but Robbie spoke to enough cops in his time to know what information not to volunteer. No, I didn’t have time to grab our papers before the house flooded. Yes, the applications are with the embassy. No, I didn’t know the transport was going to Hong Kong. Why the hell would I think a relief plane was leaving the country? Sorry, yes, I’ll mind my tongue. Yes, I was arrested, no, no charges were made, no, nobody asked me to infiltrate anything – it went on for hours.

The room is utilitarian – concrete and metal, like the rest of the base – but clearly sees a lot of use. One wall is dedicated entirely to a whiteboard covered in mathematical equations. Robbie wonders what kind of clearance he’d normally need to see it.

“There he is, the man of the hour!” Stark notices him first, spreading his arms to get everyone’s attention. “Well, don’t stand in the door, come on in, take a seat.”

His affect is overly friendly, but his eyes are sharp, assessing. The young Asian guy next to him gives Robbie a little wave. Ivanov directs him to a seat at the top, between himself and Stark. It’s weird, to be sat at a table instead of on one side of a committee. Difficult to see everyone without constantly turning his head, especially with only one working eye.

Damn. I don’t know any of these fuckers. Well, obviously. Remember, you can pilot The Charger. Nobody managed that in ten years. They have to let you try again.

Robbie is stressed out, and tired, and a little bit terrified, if he’s honest with himself. But he really, really needs to get a grip for this. He can figure out what part of his subconscious is delusionally suicidal after this very, very important meeting.

The tall, white woman with dark hair speaks first. She looks a little familiar. She might have been on the news, too. “Roberto Reyes, is it?” He nods. “Any relation to Alberto?”

He swallows. “My father,” he says. It comes out quieter than he intended.

“Shit,” Stark whistles. “So it’s true. Colonel, do I have to remind you I have dibs on nepotism in this circus?”

“Like you’d let us forget,” mutters the big, black man at the other end of the table. He’s wearing red-tinted sunglasses right at the centre of an enclosed base made mostly of concrete.

“How’s your eye?” the Asian guy asks. “We’ve not had many drift-related injuries in recent years.”

“He is expected to make a full recovery,” Ivanov answers before Robbie can gather a response. “Ladies, gentlemen, this is merely a formality. What happened was an unfortunate accident–“

“No, what happened is you broke protocol,” Stark interrupts him. For such an accusation, everyone at the table remains remarkably relaxed. “Do you know how cranky the techs get when something goes out of schedule?”

Ivanov drums his fingers on the metal surface of the table. “I was under impression we already discussed this.”

“Yeah, but then we looked into the system reports.” Stark nods to the Asian guy. “Hit him, Cho.”

“It wasn’t a fluke,” Cho passes a thin tablet to Danvers, who looks at whatever it contains with a furrowed brow. “Hell Charger was in full drift for nearly thirty seconds. The head movement corresponded to the helmet output. If you didn’t pass out when you did,” he nods to Robbie, “you’d have fried your own brain trying to tear that jaeger off the hold rack.”

It sounds a little like an accusation. Robbie feels his hackles rise – it’s not like he did anything on purpose – and has to force himself to breathe normally. He can’t fuck this up. The medical, the school, accessible living quarters. He repeats it like a mantra in his head while everyone takes a turn reading through whatever it is the tablet holds. Their expressions range from merely surprised to concerned – Ivanov is definitely in the latter category.

You’re welcome, by the way. You’d have chased that rabbit all the way to Wonderland if I didn’t step in.

“How is this possible?” the other dark-haired woman asks. She’s wearing a white lab coat. “Why am I only hearing about this now?”

Stark grins. “Dramatic effect.”

“Also, security didn’t hand over the drives until this morning,” Cho adds, but it’s clear he’s fully on the side of the dramatic effect. “If my samples weren’t held up in customs, I’d probably never have looked.”

“As always, we are saved by young Cho’s inability to mind his own business.” Stark leans forward on his elbows, way too far into Robbie’s space. “You know what that means, Reyes?”

Robbie swallows. He’s pretty sure Captain Danvers is laughing at him, the way she hides her mouth behind her hand. “…No?”

“It means my sidekick wants to study your brain.”

“Not your sidekick.”

“Which means he won’t be a pain in my ass for, like, two whole seconds.”

“Maybe three,” Cho flashes Robbie a smile. It does nothing to make him feel better about this sudden turn of events.

Ivanov pinches the bridge of his nose. “Tony, this is ridiculous. Miss Walters, surely the legal side–“

“Don’t look at me,” the tall woman shrugs. “The program can, and has requisitioned civilians to aid in the war effort.” This is promising. No, it isn’t! “Just don’t let him anywhere near the extremely classified weaponry again and I don’t see a problem. Especially if it shuts those two up.”

Shit, no. Nononono. We need to drift again! Say something!

Robbie clamps his mouth shut.

The lab coat woman grabs the tablet again as soon as Ivanov puts it down. “I want in on this,” she declares, swiping down its contents. “A successful solo drift on an inactive, defective jaeger? Have you had an MRI?”

With a start, Robbie realises the question is directed at him. “I think so?“

“I want to see it. And your psych eval. We need to record your impulse triggers. Cho, clear your schedule.”

“Already done.”

“Can we slow down a little?” Captain Danvers says. Again, Robbie has to suppress a reflexive annoyance – she looks like she’s pitying him. He hates being pitied, and he hates that he feels like the ground is rapidly disappearing from under his feet. “Hell Charger isn’t just defective, it’s dangerous. Mr Reyes was beyond lucky to survive the drift. Let’s not put him at risk to satisfy our curiosity.”

“Nobody’s talking about plugging him back in,” Stark waves her off. “It’s just a few tests.”

The black man sighs. “I hear the replacement for Horizon Brave is taking longer than it should,” he says. “We are a jaeger short until Wakanda sorts out the vibranium agreements. I wasn’t going to let any of my cadets try out The Charger, but…” He trails off. It’s impossible to tell if he’s actually looking at Robbie with those weird shades on. “Not without training, though.”

“That can be arranged,” the tall woman taps away on her phone. “I can trigger the next recruitment drive early…”

Well, not all is lost. No thanks to you.

The meeting somehow turns to comparing schedules. The white coat is a doctor and she’s cancelling a call with the UN marshal to look at Robbie’s brain. There’s a brief argument about how much of the whiteboard can be erased to make space for notes. At one point, Robbie has to rattle off Gabe’s school timetable so the black guy – Brooks – can cross out relevant squares on said whiteboard.

“I’m supposed to work second and third shift in transport maintenance,” he says, hoping to get somewhere near the original reason for this whole thing. Stark snorts.

“Don’t worry about it. Vicky, authorise a stipend. It’s not coming out of my budget.”

Robbie’s already tenuous grasp on his situation slips even further when Ivanov looks at him with a familiar expression: you’re starting to be more trouble than you’re worth.

Seriously, kid, fuck Ivanov. Unless you plan on ripping his throat out with your own teeth, settle for pissing him off.

How would that help?!

It would make me feel better, for starters.

Don't you want to feel better?

[rainbow-pop-arts]

Haaaaaaaaa~, last part of my Trigun Maximum vol 3 thoughts for @trigunbookclub, here we goooo!

Some thoughts on TriMax chap 19-20 under the cut!

OH GOD, HE’S DEAD! (no he isn’t lol)

Hmmm, who could this be? Knives? If that is Knives than the piano make sense in Stampede

Y’ALL IS THAT KNIVES???

Flashback of younger Vash being saved (poor baby 🥺)

VASH’S OKAY!

WOLFWOOD’S OKAY!

Yay, another reunion! ٩(＾◡＾)۶

This girl’s just like me fr

Oh wow, the people here are friendlier to outsiders than the ’98 anime

LUIDA APPEARS! I was kinda upset she didn’t appear in the ’98 anime but she did appeared in Stampede

Hehehehe

WOLFWOOD’S AWAKE!

Okay,  lemme try analyzing again. So in this part where Vash and Wolfwood were having a talk in the ward, Wolfwood said he killed and nothing like the people in the ship. So he’s probably like feels dirty. But Vash is like “Hey, you saved the people in this ship, don’t be so hard on yourself”…and then….I don’t know how to explain crap

How am I supposed to analyze essays for English

Aw, pouty Vash :D

This is the moment that Wolfwood has baby fever /j

Vash is sooooooo tall

He’s so- he’s so- 🥹

Bro went through multiple canon events than any Spider-person

Wolfwood’s like “Ain’t no way, is Vash immortal???”

Oh yeah, these little guys escaped btw

Don’t worry, Wolfwood stepped on them

“Pegged” ayyo??? 🤨

The curse of immortality 😔 (or plants just have really, really long life spans)

Ayyo what’s up with Wolfwood’s face here ?🤨

Let’s see what I recognize…Bones, Batman, Superman, SPIDERMAN!? (Spiderverse Spiderverse Spiderverse-)

That's all for my thoughts on TriMax vol 3! (✌ﾟ∀ﾟ)

Bonus: Hey, I just wanna say that I don’t just post my thoughts on the Trigun manga but I post my art too (I mean, I have “arts” in my username), so it would be nice if you check them out. (๑´• .̫ •ू`๑) Here’s a Trigun fanart that I posted for Pride Month

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A Missing Stitch, Chapter 1: A new Game

Beginning the first chapter let's goooo

Y/n = Your name

F/a = favorite animal

F/c = favorite color

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I looked on steam, wondering what game to play, I was bored in school was off today, and I didn't have any homework to do.

I looked on recommend games and found one called 'Stitch Critters', hm, interesting

I decided to take a look at each of the characters before I started, thankfully, each of them were on the steam page, and the game seemed pretty nice!

I smiled as I clicked on it, and looked on the starting screen

There was an orange dog, whose name was Dogday,

A red bear, whose name was Bobby Bearhug,

a blue elephant, whose name was Bubba Bubbaphant,

a yellow chicken whose name was Kicken Chicken,

a green rabbit whose name was Hoppy hopscotch

A white unicorn whose name was Craftycorn

A pink pig whose name was Picky Piggy

And a brown antelope, whose name was Avery Antelope

I couldn't help but notice a purple cat's tail and a small part of a purple cat's face in the corner, but then it disappeared....That's weird, there was never a ninth character... Right?

I brushed it off and clicked play, but weirdly enough, I could feel my consciousness fading into the game ...

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"Ugh... Where am I? ... Wait, why the hell am I a(n) F/A?!"

I said as I looked at my hands and my body, which was F/C, I could barely recall what the hell just happened

"Oh helloooo player!" ~ ?

A happy and cheerful voice said, seemingly excited

I looked around to see where the voice had come from

I saw the orange dog coming up to me, and helping me up

"Welcome to the Lobby! My name's Dogday! You?" ~ ☀️

Dogday said enthusiastically, I quickly looked around, confused

"I- Wh- What? I, I clicked the play button and Now I'm here? What? I have to be dreaming, I have to be!"

I thought out loud, clutching my tail / stomach, obviously feeling stressed

"Hey, hey, it'll be all right! I think It would be a good idea to try to calm down, okay? Maybe we can ask Avery for help?" ~ ☀️

"No no.. I think I'll be fine, but how did I get here?"

"Sadly, can't really answer that- We don't really know how players actually transfer their consciousness here-" ~ ☀️

"Well then, how do I get out?"

"I believe you have to finish the game, keep in mind, you can pause and restart any place you need to!" ~ ☀️

"Okay, thanks for the info, oh and by the way, almost forgot, my name is Y/n"

"Nice name! Anyways, you can explore if you want to, if you need anything I'm here! See you later Y/n!" ~ ☀️

I smiled as I waved goodbye, and went off to take a look at the doors in the lobby

They each had different symbols on them, A sun, a heart, a light bulb, a star and a lightning bolt, a multicolored flower, an apple, and a cross, Maybe they're supposed to represent the critters that inhabit the place?

But there was also a door with large stickers, bandages, cardboard, tape, and pieces of paper on it, which was kind of weird

"Hey Dogday?"

"Yeah?" ~ ☀️

"Why is there a bunch of stuff covering something? What is it covering?"

"Almost forgot to tell you, those are restricted areas, It would be best if you didn't enter them, okay?" ~ ☀️

"Why are they restricted?"

"It's... It's for safety reasons!" ~ ☀️

The dog said, it was weird how he seemed to get nervous whenever I asked why they were restricted, there might be something more to this...It was pretty weird though... I wonder where the restricted area leads to..?

- To Be Continued -