#a way that no other shows have problems. and that NOTHING about it worked at ALL and that it was ALL stupid and we should

[midnghtprentiss]

the favorite - jack abbot x f!attending!reader

pairing: jack abbot x f!attending!reader

a/n: this is my first jack story and i'm really excited. as a former healthcare worker (nurse!) the pitt changed a lot of things for me and it's my favorite show so far. hope you all like this idea of mine. sorry for any spelling mistakes. english is not my first language.

summary: all the times you were everyone's favorite person and one time you were jack’s person. 

one. 

you're a ray of sunshine. 

that's your thing.

you’re nice, intelligent, competent, kind and still the best part of the day for some people. and you’re smart as hell. she loves it. 

your calm energy it’s the reason why you work at the emergency department. people need your calmness around to work. which means you’re the favorite doctor beneath the staff, especially the nurses and med students - you’re their golden girl. 

dana loved you for different reasons. your sense of humour, your energy, the way you pay attention to the details. and most because you stay out of trouble. 

she never had a problem with you, actually, she was glad they put someone sane and kind to work in that shithole. every shift you showed up with something for the team. 

maybe homemade cookies, a cake and even a bread if you feel inspired baking for your people to show how grateful you are for them and to keep the spirits up. thank god it worked every time. perla and princess waited for you in the parking lot a few times just to make sure you got something good. 

what they admired the most about you was your strength to defend the nurses from the crazy patients. it doesn’t matter the shift, if someone is fighting with them, you’re the first one to show up and say some things. perla remembered how you got beaten up to defend princess from a perv that was touching her and how you ended up laughing about it with blood all over your nose (jack almost died when he saw you covered in blood - your blood). 

“it’s nothing, dana. he was touching her and i don’t appreciate it when men do that. she asked him to stop and he didn’t.” you shrugged and smiled at her. “don’t worry, alright? i would've done it for any of you.”

“kiddo, one of these days you’re going to kill me.”

“no i won’t.” you bolwed her a kiss and she laughed. a relieved laugh. “it’s not my fault i would take a bullet for you guys.” 

no one ever questioned your loyalty with the team, everybody knows exactly where’s the limit between respect and bullshit with you. from this day on, she put you under her wing and swore to herself anything that could ever happen to you during a shift was her full responsibility. some days the funniest part of her shift was explaining to abbot how you almost went home with a broken arm to defend them.

two. 

robby was his own person and you knew that. he loved the space, the warmth of his own heart and the loneliness. of course you were worried a lot of times. 

but for him you were like a breath of fresh air. the way you cracked jokes when you noticed he was this close to snap, when you distracted him for a few minutes with some picture of your cat, even taking him to the morgue just to swear bad words, or when you brought him coffee and chocolate. even when you covered for him for a few minutes so he could cry in peace. 

and he loved you a lot for that (and a lot of other reasons, but let’s focus on the main ones).

you never said a word about any of the things he never asked you to do and you've done it either way. he could count on you any moment of the shift just for glancing different at your direction. sometimes you have conversations with your eyes, sometimes you just cursed him under your breath and that was it. 

you even scared him a little. 

“i don’t want to see you for at least twenty minutes, robinavich. don’t make me yell at you.” you don’t even gleaned at him from the computer. “i got this. go grab something to eat while you cry, i don’t know. call your boyfriend, go watch some babies at peds i want you gone. the kids are my responsibility now.” 

“i need to be grown up now, i am literally their boss.” he tried to argue but one look from you was enough.

“if you don’t disappear in the next thirty seconds i’ll call jack and things will be worse.” you got up crossing your arms like a mother. 

“jezz, fine. please don’t ground call papa” he rolled his eyes, laughing and walked away from you, disappearing from your sight. 

“that’s how you teach grown men to be normal.” you winked at dana who was watching everything mesmerized cause she begged robby to take a break and he didn’t listen. 

robby was gone for thirty minutes and no one noticed his absence. when he returned to the nursing station he saw you teaching the med students how to do a proper examination on a normal patient, listening and answering all of the questions they had like a pro. 

you got everything covered and he felt good to have someone to help without needing to ask. 

that’s why you were his favorite. 

three. 

the med students loved you. the absolutely worship the ground you walked on. they loved your patience, your mind and especially how you treated them like people. in your mind they were there to learn, which means they'll make some mistakes and that's partially fine as long as they don’t kill anybody. 

“she has a masters and a doctorate, guys!” javadi once exclaimed like she found gold at the ED. 

at some point you became their confident. you knew every little detail about their life. how withaker was living with santos, how javadi was crushing mateo really bad even how santos struggled with the loss of her friend. mel learned how to open up about her sister's situation and mohan was navigating through the loss of her father even after all this time. you even helped mckay with the legal proceedings for her to have her son back. 

you knew everything. 

during your shifts you did your best to rotate between them. each day you choose one to watch from close and teach what you know and everyday they fight to decide who stays with you but after dr santos and whitaker dared to start a fist fight robby and dana choose for them. 

robby and jack were a little jealous of you, especially because you’re a smooth talker and you charmed everyone who listened. 

“it’s unfair how they follow you around like some sort of queen bee.” robby almost cried with his words. 

“i heard they have a groupchat with you, is it true?” jack nearly jumps from his seat. 

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you sipped your coffee. 

“oh you know exactly what i’m saying.” he shots back and you laughed hard. 

“are you jealous of them? from what i’ve known you don’t even like interns, abbot.” 

“yeah, but i like to know what they say about my girl.” 

“they call her mama bear, brother.” robby looked at his hands trying to hold a chuckle. 

they’re definitely jealous. 

you use your time to teach them some valuable lessons. you help them navigate in the transition of becoming a doctor. smoothly and nice, just like you learned. 

“you know, santos, i’ll be honest, you need to review your way of talking with people.” you were beside her with crossing arms, watching her stitch a patient. 

your voice was hard and soft at the same time. 

“i’m only rude to the jerks.” you hold your laugh. 

“at one moment you’ll start to see all of them as jerks and this can’t happen.” you warned her softly. “imagined if you’re the one in their position. would you like to be treated like that?” 

she stared at you and nodded gently, sighing at your words. 

“what if i can’t do that?” 

“you will call me and we’ll try a different approach.” you touch her shoulder and squeeze. “i don’t want you to be cold and indifferent. the medicine needs to make you feel something. you’re doing a good thing for someone you like or not.”

they listen to you and they care. if you say something immediately they’ll do it and will make it like their life depends on it. 

at your birthday, for example, they made you a cake from scratch and even decorated it with pink frost and a glitter candle. you burst out laughing just for them to do that for you. no one else got a cake, just you. 

they even wrote you a small letter. 

“thank you for being the best teacher for us. we loved you, mama bear.  lots of love and hugs from your students.”

you were really grateful for those kids and they were grateful you’re their teacher. 

four. 

langdon was a problematic guy. it was no secret. he knew it, you knew it. but he was an exceptional doctor. no discussions about that. it was a fact. 

when he first started struggling with his addiction he came to you. something was happening to him and you got it in your heart that in the right moment he would talk. 

and he did.

he always talked about his problems with you. he came to talk about his marriage and how scared he was to broke things off with abby, how scared he was of being a shitty father. he viewed you more like an older sister, a protector of him. he liked how you never judged his fears, he liked the way you listened and tried to put some sense into his mind to do the right things. 

but this time it was different. it was worse. eating him alive. 

you were working a double shift when he found you in the stairs eating a burger in peace. you offered him some and he denied it. the air around him was thick, heavy and sad. he was a broken man and the sight almost broke your heart. 

“talk to me, frank.” 

“i fucked up.” you nodded, putting your food away to hold his hand.

“heard about it.” he sighed and you could see how embarrassed he was. “you need to get some help. i can’t see you struggling and acting like nothing's wrong. i like you too much to close my eyes and pretend.”

“i’m going to rehab. eleven months.” you smile. “robby is pretty pissed at me.” you both laughed. 

“good for you, frank.” your hand find his shoulder “you’re gonna get better. i’ll be there to help you whenever you need someone to talk, to eat burgers or talk shit about our job.the world is pretty fucked and i’m pretty sure you need a chance to make things right from your mistakes, you hear me?”

he nodded feeling a little less lost knowing you’ll be there to help. he wasn’t alone anymore and when he understood he had you by his side, the journey was smoother. 

five. 

jack abbot was a man of darkness. he worked so much better at night. it was his comfort zone. 

until you showed up years ago and messed up this whole dark theme he had planned for himself. 

working doubles wasn’t strange to you. you have bills to pay and things to accomplish and no time to waste. you two get along pretty well. more than well, actually. you were unstoppable together and everybody knew that. even walsh recognize you were good. she liked you (a miracle in jack’s view) a lot. 

you knew better than to date another doctor. you did this once and ended up in a pretty bad divorce. and with jack? you didn’t care anymore. 

he also knew better than to date another doctor. to date anyone actually. but no one was you. no one had a contagious laughter like yours. no one had a brain like yours. 

he was pretty sure god, or whatever divine figure, sent you just for him. 

the whole ‘soulmate’ story was a lie to him, until it wasn’t. you definitely was his soulmate. his favorite person.

his person. 

from the quiet drive home after a shift. from the warmth of your body curled around him. even your cold feet touching his feet in the middle of the night. 

falling for you was so easy if you like to observe things from a closer perspective. he noticed how you always have something red when you work the night shift and how you have something green at the day shift. he noticed you liked your coffee sweet for normal shifts and how you drink your coffee black at night.

he observes how you treat everyone, how you greet them with a bright smile and the coziest hugs even on your worst day. he could spend hours watching you talk (he does that everytime you pick an online class to teach) or breathe (he watched your sleep like a crazy psycho). 

you’re his person when you grab him coffee without him asking, when you sneak a sweet in the pocket of his scrubs. when you catch his gaze from across the room. when you start rambling about some gossip you heard through dana. when you talk to yourself trying to remember the article you just published.

to be loved is to be seen and he sees you. 

 you’re his person when he knows you’re his. 

he knows you are his girl when you’re sitting in his bed with his shirt and his socks, messy bun, glasses, computer on your lap, cup of tea in the nightstand and his dog laying at your feet waiting for you to move. the comfortable silence. the white noise of the television playing something he lost track of what it was. it’s when he looks at you like you’re his salvation from the darkness. it’s the words that come through his mind when he writes you a letter or a note. 

“i think i’m going crazy.” you whisper looking at him for a second.

“where is this coming from?” he chuckled. 

‘just checking if you agree or not.” you winked and he laughed hard. 

“pretty funny until you start accusing me of madness.” 

“i could never! it was one time, c’mon.” he took your glasses and held your face. 

“you’re the most gorgeous thing i’ve ever seen.” love. that was love from him. 

he doesn’t feel bad showing you who he really is. you’ve seen him, really seen him. you love him for who he is, good baggage or bad. you love his mean remarks, his type of affection. you love how he is quiet. you love how he balances his life going to therapy, talking to someone. you find it funny how he tries to hide a smile when you compliment him. how he flustered when you kiss him in public. how he loves when you bake cookies for him. 

“i loved your brownies. did you put some coffee this time? best one so far. love you. -j”

to be loved is to be seen and you see him. 

it’s the hope of a future he know it’s worth fighting for because you’re his person. you’re his present.

the kind of love that doesn't need words to be there (but he has a ring in his drawer waiting for the right moment). 

[lovelybucky1]

okay so dad!matt is rotting my brain so how about this: matt is older than reader and somehow she comes into his life, whether she be a client or the daughter of a client/friend. he takes her on almost like a protégé, maybe given her an internship at the firm. he tells himself it's because he wants to protect her like he would a daughter but in secret he can't stop thinking about bending her over his desk.

he is so ashamed of his feelings and hide them very well but quickly notices that she trusts him "like a father".

she on the other hand is quite attracted to him but she also sees him as a protective father figure and feels ashamed of her attraction because "that's almost her dad"

lots of pining and being confused by their moral compasses and immense attraction and need for the other person and ahhhhhh

- 🪆

i love this so much oh my god

you’re the daughter of a long time and well paying client of matt’s. when the client asked if his daughter could intern at murdock and mcduffie, it was hard for matt to say no. you don’t bite he hand that feeds, after all. he was worried about having a spoiled young girl from harvard law working under him, seeing as he specializes in helping the less fortunate, but that turned out to not be his biggest problem.

you’re sweet, kind, humble, and devastatingly sexy. devastating because you’re in your early twenties and he’s pushing forty.

he tried so hard to keep it professional, but you were insistent on getting to know him on a personal level and he couldn’t resist. after you became closer than the typical boss/employee, he tried to friendzone you, or more accurately, dad-zone you. he took on a mentor role and constantly called you kid, trying to put that space between the two of you. no matter how many times he reminded himself of your age, your inexperience, your innocence,he couldn’t help but imagine you bent over his desk.

despite how perceptive he usually his, he had no idea you felt the same. his own feelings were clouding his judgement and he didn’t realize how your heart races when you see him, how it skips when he called you kid in that warm, gentle tone. you didn’t mean to fall for your boss. you know he’s way too old for you and you’ve even referred to him as your work dad, but late at night, your fantasies always include him.

you started to dress up more for work which feels ironic because you work for a blind man, but you don’t know what else to do. somehow he seems to have taken notice. your skirts are shorter, still professional, but they show off more of your legs. you bought a new perfume, something sweet and alluring. you even started wearing your hair different, just to get his attention.

the two of you reach your boiling point late one evening while you’re helping him work on his opening statement. he had asked you to read it back to him, partly to catch errors, but mostly because he wanted to listen to your voice. you’re sitting close, your voice soft in the small, quiet room. this time, matt is paying attention to all of his senses and catches how your breath hitches when his thigh makes contact with yours.

tension is thick in the air, confessions sit heavy on the tips of your tongues.

“matt-”

“don’t.”

“but-“

“we can’t.”

it’s as close as you can get to confronting it without putting words to your feelings. no i’m too old, i’m your boss, i’m friends with your father. just, we can’t.

as much as it kills you, you understand. in fact, you understand so well that you begin to date another lawyer at the firm. he’s a first year from harvard, and despite being in the program at the same time, you never saw him around campus. he’s exceptional, a literal genius, and he treats you well. he’s great, except he’s not matt.

its been two months and you’re working late with matt again, scanning case files in his office. at this hour, in this small of a space, nothing good can come. you’re close again, touching at the ankles, thighs, and almost the shoulder.

“sweetheart-“

“don’t.”

“please-“

“we can’t.”

no i’m too young, i’m with someone else, you’re my boss. just we can’t.

“i don’t care,” he breathes.

he grabs your face and kisses you, lips gentle but full of passion, longing, and something darker. something you’ve both been pushing down since you’ve started working together.

“matt,” you gasp.

“i can’t stop myself,” he mumbles against your lips.

you have no idea the devil that hides behind the mask of matt murdock.

[natalievoncatte]

Lena watched their new visitor as she, in turn, watched the bier that lay beneath the healing power of the Purple Ray. It had been almost a full day and while she was breathing shallow breaths, Lena’s counterpart on the table was still not awake.

The cyborg stood just outside the perimeter of the beam, as still as a statue, just watching. At various times Kara, Nia, Alex, and Diana herself had all taken up silent watch next to her, along with the honor guard of Amazonian warriors.

Lena looked at… herself. Her doppleganger tapped the name tag on her leather jacket.

“It’s easier if you just call me by my number- 938. That’s how we keep track of each other.”

Lena nodded. “Others?”

“The other Lenas. There’s about fifty on the ship right now, the core membership. There’s about three hundred of us in total. We’re the ones who can’t, or won’t, go home.”

“I see,” said Lena. “Why can’t you go back?”

938 looked at her. “It’s not a fun story.”

“I’m listening.”

“Let me show you something.”

She held out her wrist. There was a piece of tech on her arm, like a bulky smart watch. When she activated it, a three dimensional holographic display appeared above the smooth surface. 938 pointed out the branches of what looked like a huge tree.

“The multiverse is much larger than you can imagine. I’ve spent some time charting a small section of it. See this branch?” she indicated one with a sweep of her finger. “This the reality cluster I come from. Our worlds are different from yours. I believe it’s because the divergence point, where the two universes split on a quantum continuity level, is further back in history. I think some of the changes can go all the way back to the Big Bang.”

“There’s so many,” said Lena.

998 nodded. “There are. There are worlds like yours, but many others like mine. We have no protectors. No Kryptonians. No Lanterns. There are worlds out there where no one has powers at all.”

“But not yours,” said Lena.

938 turned off the device, and turned away from the scene behind them. “For me it started with a lab accident. A genetically modified spider was irradiated and bit me before it died. It’d escaped from an enclosure in another lab and got zapped by my own experiment. I was sick for three days. When I came out of it, I had the proportionate strength, speed, and agility of an arachnid, plus a precognitive danger sense and spinarettes in my wrists.”

“You became a superhero?”

“Yes,” said 938. “For all the good it did. I fought the good fight for a few years and eventually ran afoul of a new gang in town. The problem was that it was led by my own brother.”

“Lex,” Lena spat.

“He’d experimented on himself. Used an unstable steroid. It drove him utterly insane and he started wearing a goblin costume and flying around on a rocket powered glider.”

“Oh God,” said Lena.

“My universe doesn’t have a Krypton. My Kara was human, only human, and I loved her with all my heart. I couldn’t breathe without her. She was my everything. I tried to keep her safe, so I kept my identity and my feelings from her, but it didn’t matter. Lex knew. He abducted her and threw her off the George Washington Bridge.”

938 looked away. “I thought I had her. I tried to use my webs to catch her but I didn’t think and the shock… I’m the one who killed her really. The sudden stop snapped her neck.”

Lena stared at her.

“I’m so sorry.”

938 shook her head. “I fought Lex after that. I was in a rage. I killed him in front of thousands of witnesses. I broke his neck, almost twisted his head off. It didn’t matter. She was still gone, and nothing would ever fill that void. I hung up my costume and turned back to science, trying to build something meaningful in Kara’s name, but no matter how many labs and fellowships I named after her it was never enough. That was how I stumbled across the multiverse, working on a portal device in my lab.”

“You found yourself, I take it. Or ourself.”

“No. I found another Kara, and in a world with no Lena. She was alone. I crossed over with some of my tech, never planning to go back. Then I realized, that woman wasn’t her. All I could ever be to her was someone grooming her to be a dead woman from another world. I despaired for a while, jumping from ‘verse to ‘verse, trying to find some reason to keep going.”

“What did you find?” said Lena.

“Lena 1467, the Sorcerer Supreme of her Earth. She’d lost her Kara too, in a car accident when they were med students. That was when the League of Lenas got going. We found more of us, started assembling a team.”

“To do what?”

998 looked at the cyborg. “Fix it. Save her.” She sighed. “Our main mission is to help out and protect as many Karas as we can, but also to protect the multiverse from rogue Karas or rogue Lenas that might breach the barriers between universes.”

“I’m assuming that’s to prevent wars between timelines.”

938 shook her heads. “No. Not long after I started traveling I had… an experience. I only vaguely remember it but there were these yellow aliens and they told me that we had to protect the branches from each other so that some kind of corruption won’t reach what they called the ‘core world’ or the ‘Ab-Juda-Earth.’ The multiverse needs superheroes. We have to exist to keep it alive.”

“So you’re here to help the cyborg?”

“Both of them.”

“You know,” said Lena. “The cyborg Kara mentioned something about yellow aliens when I first met her, but I didn’t think to ask-“

“She’s awake!” The cyborg was saying. “She’s awake, let me see her!”

Lena turned and found both her Kara and Diana holding the cyborg back.

“Shut off the Ray,” Diana commanded.

Once it was off, the pair released the cyborg. She lunged across the space, limping as her metal foot clacked on the floor, slowing as she reached the bier.

“Kara?”

Lena watched, 998 standing next to her. The cyborg kept her distance, suddenly apprehensive. The other Lena slowly sat up, finally prompting the cyborg to move.

“Lena?” she rasped.

The other Lena- thinner, visibly older with strands of gray shot through her hair, smiled and cupped the fleshy side of Kara’s face with her hand.

“You found me.”

“I found you. My love. My zhao. My red sunrise. I found you.”

“It’s going to be alright, baby,” said the other Lena. “I can fix you up. I’ll make you better.”

The cyborg took a deep, rasping breath, closed her eyes, and collapsed to the floor in a boneless heap.

“Move!” 938 shouted. “We don’t have time, we have to help her now. Princess, I need to jump my ship into your airspace. Please.”

“Who are you? What’s happening?” the other Lena demanded.

“Trust us, please,” said Lena. “You’re among friends here and we want to help you.”

938 was speaking into her watch.

“I need you now, hurry.”

Outside, a booming shockwave sent a blast of air through the open, airy temple, almost gusting Lena off her feet. Her Kara steadied her, then lifted her cyborg counterpart gently in her arms.

“Get her aboard my ship,” said 998.

[mrsknowitallll]

Come Hell Or High Water

Sammie (Preacher boy) x Black Plus Size Reader

Summary - What was supposed to be a night full of fun, a night filled with passion turns into something else entirely, something that’ll change the trajectory of both your lives forever.

Warning: Child abuse and neglect, smut, murder, foul language, violence

A/N - This one is a little bit heavy with some sensitive topics. If any of the things mentioned above trigger you I highly recommend skipping this fic, I have more in my masterlist pinned on my page that are much lighter. Hope you guys enjoy! I just loveeee me some Sammie. 🤭

You sighed heavily, wiping the sweat from your brow as you finished sweeping up the kitchen.

Your father was away visiting some relatives up north for a few days so you had the place to yourself for a while but that didn't mean that the work ever stopped.

"Keep up with the land and keep my god damn house clean, if I come back to some mess we gone have a problem you hea?" He grabbed onto the back of your neck roughly.

"Yes papa." You stiffened in his hold, nodding as best as you could.

But the weekend was just around the corner and after the week you had, you just wanted to relax a bit, take some of the edge off.

When you heard about the opening of Club Juke you just had to attend. Word spread that they were gonna have great food, top notch music and some and the world’s finest liquor, you’d be a fool to miss out. You weren't quite old enough to drink but you were old enough to get in and that's all that mattered to you.

You put on your best dress, a silk number that was a deep shade of red, it hugged your curves real nice, your ass especially.

You wrapped a matching shawl around your shoulders and slipped on your heels.

You grabbed your purse as you headed for the door, but not before looking at yourself one last time in your small kitchen mirror.

"Aren't you a little young to be here miss?" Cornbread questioned as you stepped near the entrance.

"I'm old enough and my money just as good as everyone else’s” You waved a few coins around, a few dollars you saved from babysitting.

His eyes followed the money, snatching it from your hands without hesitation and stepping aside to let you in.

Your ears perked up at the sound of singing, a smooth soulful voice coming from the small stage which was surrounded by people dancing so you couldn't quite see.

You walked over as if you were in a trance pushing people out of the way earning several curses from the other club patrons.

You eventually got to the front staring up at the culprit.

You felt heat pool from the top of your head all the way to the tips of your toes as you locked eyes with him.

His skin was smooth as silk, a pretty dark brown that seemed to glisten even under the dim lighting in the club, he was dressed in a simple suit, nothing too fancy, good enough for the little joint, just right for him, and his slender fingers strummed his guitar beautifully, fingers dancing over the strings like magic.

You drank him in like a glass of wine, eyes eventually sliding back up to meet his once more.

He grinned down at you, shooting you a wink.

You looked away feeling your face flush, thank god it wasn't visible.

After a while you settled down at the bar, still stealing glances at the boy from across the room, him doing the same.

Finally he began to approach you and you did your best to act casual, if casual was adjusting your outfit and asking the bartender if you looked okay.

"My, my aren't you pretty." He whistled eyes trailing your frame causing you to squirm.

"And you're quite the charmer." You smirked trying to play it cool.

"You enjoy the show?" He questioned taking a seat next to you.

"Absolutely, you sure can blow." You shot him a compliment causing him to grin.

"That ain't the only thing this mouth of mine can do." He leaned in, hand brushing your thigh.

"If i didn't know any better i'd say you was tryna sweet talk your way into my drawls. You don't even know my name, how you know i ain't a serial killer?" You teased.

"It would be an honor to die by these pretty hands of yours." He intertwined his fingers with yours, kissing your knuckles sweetly.

"You wanna get out of here?" You squeezed your thighs together, staring at him hungrily.

"Sure thing." He placed his hat on his head, placing his guitar over his shoulders.

You giggled as his lips trailed from your neck down to your exposed chest, his hands gripping your wide hips tightly.

"As much as i would love to take you right here right now, i think we better go somewhere more private." He glanced around the dark woods wearily.

"My house is near by, my pa gone for the week, it'll just be you and me." You pecked his lips smiling wickedly.

He scooped you up in his arms, and took off running, surprising you with his strength.

You laughed until your stomach started to hurt, hitting his shoulders, squealing for him to put you down.

He finally did once he reached your porch, setting you down gently.

As soon as you unlocked the door he was on you, hands sliding beneath your dress, grabbing ahold of your thighs and lifting you up, placing you on your kitchen counter, lips attacking yours in a rough, sloppy kiss.

He unbuttoned his pants quickly, slipping them down just enough to pull out his hard length.

You spat on your hand, wetting it before grabbing his dick, stroking painfully slow.

He ripped your panties off, fingers dipping into your core, your arousal soaking them.

Just before he could sink into you the door was slung open, revealing the one person you weren't expecting to see for at least another day or two.

You jumped from the counter quickly pulling down your dress.

You shook in fear as he surveyed the scene, his face contorting quickly, from shock to blind rage.

"I leave you 'lone for a few days and i come back to you spread open on my kitchen counter like some hooker!" Your father screamed sending a harsh slap across your face.

"Now wait just a minute mister ain't no need for all that, it was me that came onto her." Sammie struggled to his pants up.

Your father swung on him, landing a clean hit on his jaw causing the boy to stumble.

You ran over to him, holding his face in your hands.

"You alright?" You questioned, tears brimming your eyes.

He nodded.

"Come hea!" Your father grabbed you by your hair suddenly, dragging you out the front door and tossing you onto the lawn.

He proceeded to stomp on you like he was putting out a cigarette bud, not beating the life out of his daughter, his only child.

You placed your arms over your head protectively, screaming in agony, the pain unbearable.

It all abruptly stopped when you heard gunshots ring out.

Sammie stood beside you, your father's shot gun in hand, his lifeless body now lying next to yours, blood staining blades of grass.

You stood on shaky feet wincing, arm gripping your middle.

You spared a single glance at your father, face blank.

You weren’t fazed by his death, that man never loved you, never cared for you, hell he began beating the daylights out of you the moment you learned to walk and talk so why should you give a fuck if he lived or died?

What you were worried about though was Sammie, you snatched the gun from his hands tossing it to the ground.

He shook rapidly, tears streaming down his face like a waterfall.

"Hey, hey! Look at me, don't go there okay? Come back to me." You tapped the sides of his face attempting to snap him back into reality.

"I- i gotta call Sm-Smoke a- and Stack, We gotta get rid of him we gotta get him outta here." The boy grabbed your father by his feet and began dragging him back into the house.

You took ahold of his arms, helping him.

“You stay here ight? I’ll be back soon.” Sammie adjusted his clothes.

“Like hell I am, I ain’t letting you go nowhere by yourself, not with the state you in, nor am I staying here with a dead man, i’m going with you!” You persisted, slipping your shoes back on.

Sammie knew there was no point in arguing with you so he just let you follow him.

“Well i’ll be.. damn lil man I ain’t know you had it in you!” Stack crouched down in front of your father’s body, observing the bullet wound.

You huffed in annoyance at the man’s antics.

He had been cracking jokes since the two of you went and got him, nothing bout the situation y’all were in was a laughing matter.

“Look, Stack was it? I don’t know if you noticed but Sammie’s not taking this too well, see he just killed a man and while that may be a tuesday for you and your brother it’s obviously a life changing experience for him, he’s clearly traumatized and now is not the time for games. You gone help us get rid of this motherfucker or is your comedy special gone run all night?” You crossed your arms stepping into his face, gritting your teeth.

Sammie grabbed your hand squeezing tightly, a silent show of gratitude.

You just glanced over at him smiling weakly.

Stack pursed his lips, eyes widening slightly.

He burst out laughing after a few seconds, holding onto his gut like you said the funniest thing in the world.

“My fault little lady, I ain’t mean no harm.” He held his hands up in surrender.

“She a keeper lil Sammie.” He briefly glanced over at the boy, winking.

“Me and Smoke gone take care of this here, the two of y’all just worry bout getting the fuck outta town.” He looked between the both of you.

“What?!” You spoke in unison.

“Y’all killed a man a skip and a hop away from a club full of people, you think they ain’t hear them gunshots? You think niggas ain’t gone ask questions? They gone notice this motherfucker is gone sooner or later and connect the dots. Don’t you got family? You think they ain’t gone wonder what the fuck happened to this nigga? That they ain’t gone come snooping round? Y’all gotta get the fuck up outta here, quick ‘fore the sun come up.” Smoke glared at the two of you.

“My entire life here in Mississippi, i can’t just pack up and go, leave everything i know behind.” You stared at the man in disbelief.

“We ain’t got no choice.” Sammie spoke gruffly.

You turned toward him, a “you can’t be serious” expression on your face.

“Look I get where you coming from, ion wanna leave mississippi behind either, my ma and pa, my brothers and sisters, but we ain’t got no choice in the matter now, what’s done is done, we gotta go.” He grabbed your hands intertwining them with his pulling you closer to him, planting a sweet kiss on your lips.

“Enough of that lovey dovey shit get the fuck on.” Stack waved them off.

You packed as many clothes as you could into a small duffle, gathering some of your father’s old clothes for Sammie as well.

You tossed the bag in the back of the car, hopping into the passenger side, Sammie on the drivers side, the engine already running.

“You stay safe, keep yo eyes peeled and yo head down.” Stack pat Sammie on the head.

“And protect ya lady, that mouth of hers gone get y’all in a world of trouble.” He teased.

You flipped him off causing him to chuckle.

After you said your goodbyes you and Sammie took off down the road, wind whipping against your faces, minds running a mile a minute.

You placed your hand on the back of Sammie’s head, fingers kneading through his hair gently, soothing him.

“I’m sorry I got you into all this mess, if it wasn’t for me you’d still be with your folks in that club, playing music, having yourself a good time.” You sighed heavily staring down at your feet.

“Hey look at me.” He took his eyes off the road for a moment to look at you.

You glanced up meeting his soft gaze.

“I ain’t worried bout none of that nonsense, the club, the music, none of it. If I didn’t do what i did that man would’ve killed you and i definitely wouldn’t be able to live with myself then.” He shook his head.

“Plus I been unhappy here for a long time, I always said i wanted to see the world, now’s my chance.” He confessed.

“And music don’t just exist in the Delta, it lives right here within me.” He pointed at his chest.

“No matter how far I travel the music ain’t gone ever leave my side.” He smiled pridefully.

“I got all I need right here, just you, me and the blues.”

[biancadoes1]

Sorry, this is long and if you don't post it, I understand.

I want to go back to the WT for a sec, and one of the reasons I don't think what we saw was fake. First of all, I think the existence of dating co-stars, while having the potential to be great for a project, is more likely to be a headache for PR. What if there are problems, or the couple break up while doing promotion? Obviously, when doing promo, there is always the desire to present co-stars who get along and had a great time working together (even when the opposite is true), but beyond that, I don't think Netflix or Shondaland would be putting pressure on them to mirror their characters--certainly not to display the level of unhinged behaviour we saw. Whether or not they were flirting like mad because they're obviously attracted to each other (but were not together), or carrying on an affair while seeing each other people casually, or together all along....I firmly believe that chemistry and closeness is very real.

I didn't really start to think they were together until they started responding to people asking about it. I couldn't for the life of me understand their reactions. I expected them to be clear that Penelope and Colin are characters they play, and reality is different than fiction. Yes, I think Luke said at one point, it meant they did their jobs well, and obviously Nicola said they were great friends....but obviously, I was not the only one that noticed what seemed like very careful word choices, a lot of smiles and blushing, and an acknowledgment that fans shipping them was "sweet" and "not to worry". They saw the whole shipping discourse getting bigger and bigger, you would think they would want to push back harder, not in a mean way, but in a "we're bloody actors" kind of way. And no, I don't think it would have affected viewership--people were already very excited about Part 1, and looking forward to Part 2. And I would say most people--at that time--were not expecting them to behave the way they did; we're still flipping out about it all now.

What's happening now obviously poses many questions and possibilities...the surface narrative that the media is always right there to jump on *could* be true. But for people that are both described as warm, wonderful, caring people....are both really ok with the nasty vitriol their "partners" receive? To have your bf/gf called names, have their appearances and careers mocked; wouldn't that be reason enough to come out and show some kind of support? Or are we meant to believe that's what the no-comment-uncomfortable-looking appearances are about? ("See, this is who I'm with, leave us alone.") Meanwhile, both N and L seem pretty quick to come to each other's defense, when no one would expect them to (for example, the recent SAG blind item when N emphatically denied L was the subject). And while we know she was at the William Tell premiere, I'm fairly certain she posted nothing about the movie (all the other members of the friend group shared supportive IG stories celebrating Jake). Also, while we know she went to see his play (more than once?), yet she also never made a peep about being there, and what she thought of it and his performance, as a supportive gf (or friend!) would do. And while I can understand that L and N are not as active interacting with each other on SM because of the current insanity of fans, wouldn't things like wishing each other happy birthday be a way of retraining fans and assuring them that they are, in fact, the best of friends, who tease each other and have fun the way they used to?

As always, I want to say that they obviously can do whatever they want to do and don't owe the public a thing. But what we do see....mixed messages, indeed. It just reinforces to me that we really have no idea what's going on.

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[kyra45]

Commission scams v2

(Commission scams v2)

How it starts

(How it starts)

So you are a tumblr artist and you want to share your art into the void that is tumblr. You make a post, add the usual tags like ‘my art’, ‘artists on tumblr’, ‘digital art’, or event just ‘art’ in general. Then you hit post and watch it see how much attention your hard work will get. Maybe you even did a commission and your commissions are open so you may have even added ‘commissions open’ as an extra tag. Now you wait. Surely it’ll take forever to get any interest…But! Then you see it! A comment asking you if your commissions are open. It’s done within seconds of the post being made. What luck! You do have commissions open so you DM them because they asked you to.

—

How it works

(How it works)

Once you message the account they will then tell you they want you to draw their pet or a family member such as their son. But they won’t take any offered payment methods that you have listed in your commissions post that they saw. Instead, they will ask you what your email address is so they can send you the money that way. Might seem odd but they claim they just have issues with using the links you offer. But they promise a high payment for this simple commission so you give them your email address and wait for the payment to come through. Unfortunately something goes wrong. There’s a new email from ‘PayPal’ but it’s claiming there’s been a little problem crediting your account and that you need to pay to upgrade it in order to receive the payment. So you do as stated but somehow this isn’t enough. Now you don’t have money, you lost some money too, and the account you messaged is threatening to get the local law enforcement after you if you can’t send them the money back. You get scared and start to panic. So you keep sending money and more money but nothings happening. However, if you calm down and pay attention you’ll likely notice the real issue.

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The fake PayPal email

(The fake PayPal email)

Upon closer inspection the ‘PayPal’ message you’ve received is fake and doesn’t come from the official PayPal email address. The account who contacted you is scamming you and has no intention to pay you and that’s why they won’t use any provided links. You’ve been scammed out of work and likely have lost more money than you wanted to lose.

—

What can you do to avoid this scam?

(What can you do to avoid this scam?)

When posting art always keep an eye out for these kind of spam bots. They’ll comment asking you to DM them or comment asking you to DM them if commissions are open. You will eventually notice the repetitive comments across multiple posts they like too. Do not contact these accounts and instead block them and alert other artists about them.

(If you find this guide useful, feel free to commission me for art! Just adding it so tags are relevant and also to show off any of these bots that target posts lol)

[storiesicantpost]

Long Sleeves

You break...again. Luckily, Agatha is there to pick up the pieces

Warnings: depression, self-harm, cutting, comfort, please proceed with caution

It always leads back to this. 

It’s a never-ending cycle, really. A never-ending cycle of you feeling good, on top of the world even, and then something would happen, or your brain would just decide it’d had enough, and then you’d fall. 

The weight of the world that had been lifted in your euphoria came crashing back down on your shoulders, knocking you to the ground and effectively pinning you there. 

Until it was raised back up by some unknown force. 

The periods between the rise and fall were short sometimes; others, far apart. But you always knew when things were going to get bad again. There was a shift in the air around you, like the tides were changing. People would become irritating, eating food became too much work, and the thought of dragging yourself out of bed was crushing. You would go through the motions of your life during that time with a glazed-over stare that no one seemed to notice. 

Why would they, when you were still functioning the same? If you’re not causing problems, why would they create any by asking if you’re okay?

You could practically feel the pity already at just the thought of opening up. If you told someone how you really felt? If you stopped lying about your wrists? If you broke down crying and burnt your life down just because it was all too much?

It would be too easy. 

But there’s an invisible force that’s stopped you all this time. It whispers don’t do that to your parents and who will protect your brother? and what about your dog? The guilt of doing that to the people who need you is too great. You can imagine the empty silence where you once made jokes to cover up the fact that you were shattered on the inside. 

And Agatha.

Your girlfriend of a few months now. You love her more than life itself and you are so afraid to lose her or disappoint her or hurt her in any way. She doesn’t know about how bad you get and you don’t know how to tell her. 

You can feel her eyes on your scars sometimes while you shirk away and think of excuses. Your friend’s cat fought back when you tried to pick her up. You had a bug bite and scratched your skin raw. You didn’t know how they happened. 

She’d see right through you, you think. 

But the imagined pain in her eyes is enough to keep your confession at bay. 

You’re getting better with the bad days, at least. Coping still isn’t really your strong suit, but you’re able to hold on and not let the darkness consume you. 

Most of the time. 

Because sometimes, like right now, the numbness still seeps into your edges and seizes your stomach and lungs and throat and then you’re just a hollow shell of the person you are when you’re not like this. 

Convinced that no one actually cares about you. Convinced that no one even sees you. 

Even when Agatha kisses down your body and shows you more love than you’ve ever known, you still think you might not be enough. If she were to find out the real you, why would she stay?

There’s the overwhelming emotions that choke you and drown you until you’re spluttering for breath.

Then there’s the nothing. 

Sometimes you don’t know which is more painful. 

It isn’t until you’re gripping the sink after being isolated from yourself, willing yourself not to look at the razor blade you set beside you, that you have your answer. 

The dark circles under your eyes and the lack of any semblance of a lively glow makes your reflection almost unrecognizable. How did it get this bad? 

How did you let it get this bad?

Things were really going well. You haven’t had an episode this bad since you started dating Agatha. 

How foolish you were to think that she would solve all your problems. 

It’s not you who reaches for the blade, it’s the monster inside you that controls you and makes you do ugly things. 

You’re breathing heavy, feeling more real than you have in a few days, as you position it against your wrist. The cool metal kisses your skin and you bite your lip before digging in and dragging it across. 

“Fuck,” you whimper as it hurts—it hurts so fucking bad—but when you pull the blade away and look at the blood specking to the surface, you can’t help but sigh in relief. 

The pain pushes back at the numbness and for a second, there’s bliss in your brain. 

Again. 

Right next to it. 

This one is shorter because your veins are thrumming and the burn is spiking your heart and it hurts too much to go any further. You think it might be shallower too, but you could feel the skin splitting so you’ll take it. 

And then the gravity of it sinks in and you stare in horror at your forearm, puffy and bleeding and looking like something straight out of a horror movie. 

“Oh,” you say, feeling your head start to spin from the world crashing back on you. 

You stumble backwards to the wall and then crumple on the ground, reaching over to grab a wad of toilet paper and wincing at the jolt you get when you pat the cuts. They’re deep, but not deep enough that you’ll need stitches.

The white is soaked with red almost immediately and your breath comes out short and shallow. 

Fuck. 

Tears wet your cheeks before you even realize that you’re crying and your body shakes with silent sobs as the hurt consumes you. 

How are you going to hide this from Agatha? 

No sex for a while. You bitterly laugh at yourself. 

And speaking of your girlfriend, you hear the door to your apartment open. Your head drops back against the wall, too exhausted to do anything. The door is open—she will find you soon enough. 

What can you do now? 

“Honey? Are you home?” she calls, footsteps coming closer. You can’t do anything but numbly stare at your wrist. Can you say that you tripped and cut it on the table?

Except the razor blade is on the counter and your blood is in the sink. A damning crime scene if you do say so yourself. 

“Baby? Babe—oh my god,” she says, peeking into the bathroom and dropping her bag. Her mouth falls open and she hurries over to kneel beside you and you offer her a weak smile. She looks really good in her jeans and blazer over a t-shirt and you once again hate yourself for being such a fucking mess that you can’t take advantage of her looking this hot. 

“Hey,” you croak, a sharp blast of pain shooting through you and you can’t hide the grimace.

“What happened? Are you okay?” she asks, looking around. She connects the dots in a second and meets your eyes with understanding. 

You start sobbing and blubbering out apologies while her own eyes fill with tears and she pulls you to her into a hug and you sink into her arms while being careful to keep your injured wrist away from her. You won’t ruin her too. 

“I’m sorry—I’m so sorry,” you cry and she soothes you softly while stroking your hair gently. 

“It’s okay, honey. You don’t have to say anything. You’re okay. We’re okay. It’s okay. I’ve got you. I’ve got you,” she whispers into your ear, over and over, until you might almost believe it. 

When you finally collect yourself, having wrung yourself out to the point of being raw, you sniff loudly a few times and pull back to find her pale cheeks streaked with tears. But she doesn't have pity in her eyes. She isn’t looking at you like you’re a problem. 

She looks even more in love. 

Without saying anything, Agatha turns to open the cabinet under the sink. She pulls out gauze and hydrogen peroxide and antibacterial pads before grabbing even more toilet paper and a washcloth. 

You almost start crying again when she starts to clean the blood off your wrist with a touch so gentle that you feel that you don’t deserve it. 

“This might sting a little,” she murmurs before pouring the peroxide on your cuts and patting it with the washcloth. You gasp and Agatha winces. “I’m sorry.” 

It’s so silly that she’s the one apologizing right now, but it does more for your heart than she could ever know. 

“I’m sorry,” you say and Agatha pauses for a moment to meet your eyes. “I’m sorry I’m like this. I’m trying—I really am.” Your voice breaks and you stop talking before you break into tears again. 

She shakes her head and leans forward to press a deep kiss to your lips. You want to melt into them and you feel cold when she pulls back. You’ve started shaking but you don’t know why. 

“Do not apologize,” she says fiercely and your breath splutters. “Next time, let me take care of you, okay? I’m here for you, honey. Let me be. I know you’re trying and I know how hard it can be. But you’re doing a great job, and I’m so very proud of you, and you don’t have to do this alone.” 

You nod and sniff, feeling like an idiot. “Okay. Thank you.” 

“You don’t have to thank me. Just let me help you.” 

Agatha puts a pad over your cuts and motions for you to hold it with your other hand while she wraps your wrist with gauze to hold it in place. 

“How do you feel?” she asks, her eyes warning you to tell the truth. 

You shrug half-heartedly. Your whole arm aches and it feels like a battle has been fought in your mind. “I’m exhausted.” 

She gives you a smile and stands up before putting a hand out for you to grab onto. She pulls you up and slips an arm around your back to lead you to bed. 

Agatha pulls back the covers and gets in next to you, work clothes still on and all. You snuggle gratefully into her side. 

She pulls you close to her and you breathe in her scent, eyes already fluttering shut. 

Just before you drift off to sleep, she kisses your forehead and whispers, “I love you so much, honey. I’ve got you.”

There’s a certain healing in knowing that next time you fall, she’ll be there to catch you.

[daemyra-fire]

How needy Nick was for love in this chapter, how much he needed June and even though she stayed and she really wanted to know what was wrong with him, he was in a very bad place with the stupid commander.

He invited her to stay at his house and wanted her for himself, even the next day the only thing he thought about was running away with her and leaving everything behind.

And I understand that June is sometimes very selfish but please she literally melted for Nick, when he told her to stay she decided to stay, when he arrived saying that they should go to Paris and be a family, she was willing to leave, in the same flashback she tells him that even without Gilead she would love him.

So no matter how selfish she is, she still loves him and I feel that when they say no she puts Nick first it is because she knows that he is capable of surviving on his own more than the others so she prioritizes the rescue of others, over Nick.

Now the real problem is the betrayal, does that affect many people? Of course it started with Lawrence, but all he did was survive. Wharton is crazy and we could see it when he exploded in anger. Nick gave him something that he knew wouldn't endanger June, and that's always been his priority. It was ugly, of course! But the commander already knew that he killed the boy in the hospital, and he had to maintain his trust so that he wouldn't send him to the wall.

June will be upset about it, of course everyone in her position would be, is that why she stopped loving Nick? I don't think so, I think she might separate them and obviously not go with him but that doesn't mean their relationship is dead, the girl was willing to leave everything for him and she more than anyone knows that in Gilead there are times where you play the bad guy. I don't think she understands it now and more if she doesn't hear the reason why he did it, if she doesn't know about the hospital or what Wharton means but I think that with time she might understand.

What bothers me is that this happens 4 chapters before the end, this should have happened in season 5 or before, giving us the idea that they are not going to be together is the stupidest idea the directors and writers have had, because those two move the show, Nick is the favorite of the majority, why torture the fans like this before the end? Don't they want people to see the testaments?

but well I still believe that they will end up together, I feel that Nick would still give his life for June and she would see it, like when he found out that she worked for soj and nothing happened, survival and attacking Gilead is now more important, I also doubt that June is with Luke even if she is not with Nick, because all season we have seen that their relationship is dead, that they only stay together for Hannah and that is not even enough so if it is not with Nick she will be alone. everything except with Luke.

so my hopes are still standing, despite this "betrayal" they both love each other and more than once June has been reckless and more than once Nick has given her up to protect her and help her, so let's hope that it develops well and that they give us a decent ending for both of them, they said in the promotion that it's a season for the fans and that we will like the ending, so I doubt that they don't know that the fandom loves Nick and June together, when their networks are full of messages from Nick and June end game, lol 🤣 I don't think they are that blind, so let's keep the faith that this will be solved one way or another.💖

[tillythemenace]

how do you think THW should've been like? or the ending of HTTYD?

Well for starters no Hidden World, no Light Fury and NO Grimmel. I think HTTYD3 should’ve focused on Hiccup and Toothless’s growth, their world and actually BUILDING that new world they said they would. Yes expanding on their world and its conflicts and actually changing the world.

-If they were gonna make a point of the threats they’re facing maybe KEEP USING DRAGO? Like they were supposed to. Like where did his armada go? Maybe they did scatter, if u wanna explore other warlods maybe have them work together and actually challenge Hiccup. INTERACT with him.

-I like that Hiccup continued to raid dragon hunters and free dragons, keep that and expand on that. Again, make Hiccup actually interact with Warlords, challenge their viewpoints, show his power,and establish order in a much organic way instead of straight up RUNNING AWAY FROM EVERYTHING. Stupid ass migration pisses me off. Make Berk a base yes, but like in RTTE (which YES I WILL GIVE MERIT on the world building stuff), have some allies or maybe have Hiccup have examples of ppl that HAVE changed like Eret as his starting point. No overpopulation problem cause that’s stupid in the first place since dragons have different habitats, they have different islands, Berk being overpopulated is a problem created sorely for this movie and I hate it cause logically it makes NO SENSE for them to put them all in one place. The only dragons that live of Berk should’ve been the ones that bonded with their vikings. Yes they would be a lot but as HTTYD2 SHOWED US, it was never a problem cause they adapted in an organic way.

-Toothless’s arc about “needing” a mate is not necessary. I think if they wanted to explore his character more, they should’ve written him AND HICCUP (since ya know… “friendship of a lifetime 🙄) as more mature and struggling with the issues left in the second movie, like the trauma (surprised they completely went over it like nothing affected them) of losing stoick, like ACTUALLY, would’ve liked to see them actually explore other islands, yes recuing dragons and Toothless actually acting like an alpha, Berk’s “overpopulation” idea would he scratched, GRIMMEL and his stupid dragon killer ass also not existing. If u want to keep exploring maybe give a much more believable reason for Night Furies disappearing? Maybe they didn’t disappear and maybe if u wanna connect with the books, have them disperse or hiding somewhere for a believable reason instead of “one dude killed them all with no explanation for no compelling reason other than he’s a baddy”.

Start with NOT making Toothless a horny dog and sad because he’s the only one left (he never cared before about that) and maybe if u wanna challenge his and Hiccups relationship, make him discover his species or family or flock of Night Furies and have a conflict of interest between that and him being an Alpha in Berk.

-If they wanna tackle the “dragons are wild creatures” theme (which again unnecessary given the previous 2 movies and series), then Toothless can be a Hiccup parallel in that regard and bring wild Dragons that hate humans into this and Hiccup’s cause, bringing their world together like they were supposed to. THAT would give Toothless FAR more agency and character than him “choosing” a mate over Hiccup ever will. There NO NEED AT ALL to separate them, that was SORELY Dean’s decision because he wanted so badly to connect the books to the movies for no other reason other than cheap tear-jerks. Like it was NEVER a point of the movies to end with “dragons disappearing at the end” until THAT ONE LAST SCENE in THW…

-Don’t make Berk isolated, cause to me that was a huge as mistake. The series do such a great job at portraying the Archipelago, its conflicts, how Hiccup handles those in this new world he’s trying to build, how he made enemies and believable allies. In the third movie that could’ve all been brought together in a nice bow. (Not necessarily saying address the shows alltogether if u dont want to) but make a STATEMENT about the Archipelago’s position in this world. Cause in HTTYD3 everything seems so isolated, disperse, there’s no sense of world, no setting. Hiccup’s map is obsolete cause there are no PLACES to actually go. We don’t even know where Grimmel and the warlords ARE or where they came from. Unlike HTTYD2, we get a sense of emptiness in the world. I think the series at least gives us a sense of world building that THW lacks.

-Change the themes altogether, HTTYD was ALWAYS about bringing worlds together, not romantic love. It was about sacrifice, maybe up the stakes a lil bit? Show what actual war looks like, like in HTTYD2, maybe have some casualties but don’t make those weaken Hiccup’s resolve, cause if his DAD’S DEATH didn’t make him stop, then nothing will. Him and Toothless were relentless and they should’ve stayed that way.

-Give VALKA something to do instead of being a glorified vigilante (which could’ve been literally ANYONE ELSE in that role and nothing would’ve changed), Have HER help Hiccup, she believes in his cause, she told him he was the one to bring their world together, she came BACK TO BERK cause that was the future of humanity.

-Give the whole ass cast more time with their bonded dragons, have them be examples, have Astrid be the one that comes up with plans and war tactics, have her support Hiccup as chieftess, bring the people together.

Well I guess that would end been my ideal HTTYD3… have it actually conclude the whole franchise like it was supposed to instead of gaslighting me into thinking Hiccup was always wrong for having “dangerous thoughts” about peace…….. like god what the actual hell…

[gabbygillespie2020]

||New Girl||

(This one may be in multiple pieces so bear with me lol.)

*Unmarried, set in 1999, putting a TW now in case I split this up into multiple parts lol, but Smut, language, 18+, bj, ah hell everything dirty.*

A new work environment, cool building, cool people, now adding quiet, self kept you. You’ve been looking forward to this job for years and now it’s finally here, and you’re in it.

Your position is supervising animator, being placed in a small office, big enough for you to work in. You spin around in your chair, brainstorming ideas to help make this place feel like you. You turn on a low volume radio, your ears being met with the melodic sounds of Elton John, taking posters of your own work and hanging them up, scattering them about throughout the office.

“Knock knock, (y/n). Got time for a small chat?” Your boss says, an enthusiastic smile on his face as he shimmy’s his way inside your office. “Place is looking good, by the way. Anywho, the voice actors for SpongeBob are just outside, they wanted to pop in, say hello, get to know ya better!” He says as you dust yourself off.

“Why, sure! I’d love to say hi.” You respond, walking outside your office, your boss behind you. There, beside your office, all 6 of them stand, looking back at you.

“(Y/N), this is Tom Kenny, Clancy Brown, Bill Fagerbakke, Rodger Bumpass, Carolyn Lawrence, and finally, Doug Lawrence.”

Doug.

His aura, ethereal in a sort of way that drew your attention.

They all look at you, nothing but smiles, ‘hellos’ and ‘nice to meet you’. It makes you feel more and more welcome. “Thanks guys, it’s really nice to meet you all too. I’m so glad to be here.” You respond. You all chat for a bit, getting to know them each a little bit before ultimately departing as you head back inside your office.

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The hours go by as you’ve been working tirelessly on animation panels and posters, making sure each one has delicate details. Pleased with your hard work, you stack everything up neatly on your desk, leaning back into your chair with contentment, your brain studying everything you’ve done in your day, but somehow..somehow ending up thinking about Doug. What was it about him?

You gather your belongs, throwing your crossbody bag on before exiting your office, following the door behind you. A few people are left, quietly talking amongst themselves as you head for the nearest exit, eagerly waiting to get home for dinner and a warm bath.

Stepping outside feels like utter bliss, the crisp cool air of the evening, the sun almost gone. “Hey, (Y/N)!” A voice from behind you says as you spin around to see him.

Doug.

His loose black button up catching small hits of the breeze, his wallet and keys resting in one hand, the other sitting lazily in his pocket.

“Ah, hello Doug! Nice to see you again.” You respond, feeling a bit flustered at his sudden appearance.

“Headed home?” He asks, a look of curiosity on his face as he lets out a sigh of pent up air.

“Oh, yes. I’m headed home. Gotta be well rested and relaxed for my busy week ahead.” You say, laughing nervously, clutching your bag in your hands tightly.

“Want a lift?” Doug asks, gesturing to his car a few feet away.

“Oh, it’s okay. I only live a block and a half away. I can walk. I don’t want to be a bother.” You say, shaking your hand in front of you, showing your decline to his offer.

“Oh, please. I insist. It’s dangerous nowadays, you shouldn’t walk home alone.” Doug insists, taking you by your hand gently, ushering you to his vehicle.

“That’s very kind of you, Doug, but you seriously don’t have to. I’m tough, I can handle things pretty well.” You say as you watch Doug unlock the driver side door, before rushing to your side, opening the door for you.

“No no. I’ll take you home. No problems or bothers here.” His responses are so sweet and kind, it makes your head feel light at some points.

“You’re a doll. Thank you.” You say, finally giving into his kind gesture, sitting down in his passenger seat as he closes the door. Looking around, it’s not much. A coffee cup from a diner you didn’t recognize, a few receipts here and there, two loose car fresheners, and a few loose button ups in his back seat.

“Sorry about the slight mess. It’s coffee, work, after-work meetings, going to the grocery store if need be, and then home. I kinda just toss things here and there.” Doug says nervously, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot.

“Nah, it’s okay! You should see my apartment.” You respond, twiddling the buttons on your bag, the fabric of your bell bottoms clinging to your thighs as your gaze lands on your lap.

“So, like the studio so far?” Doug asks, his eyes fixated on the road, the reflection of the yellow lines faint in his glasses.

“I love it. I really feel like myself when I’m there. I feel like I can be open.” You say, a small smile creeping onto your face.

“I’m so glad you feel that way. I love my job, it never gets old seeing the joy and laughter I give to people simply by using a voice.” Doug responds, before pulling into your driveway.

“Thanks for the ride home Doug, I really appreciate it. Would you like to come inside? I plan on making dinner, you wouldn’t have to go out of your way to stop somewhere tonight.” You offer, exiting the car cautiously, gently but firmly closing the door.

“I’d love to. You’re too kind, (Y/N).” Doug responds, a light hearted smile on his face as he too exits his car, locking it as he follows you to the front door. You turn to him after unlocking the door, a warm, gentle smile protruding from your face.

“I think we’re gonna get along just fine, you and I.”

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to be continued..

Let me know if you want something crazy to happen in part 2. I know some of you do. ;) 🤍

[brittlesoldier]

So long story short in case I write too much: I think it's purely the idea that Helly has not been moulded by the world compared to Helena. He likes that she's a more "pure" version of herself.

One of the show's main topics is Nature vs. Nurture. Children are a symbolism we see often in this show, not only literally but also in the way innies are described. Obviously they represent "nature", the true self before life has had an impact on you.

The reason this works (to me) with the whole idea of leveling the tempers is based on my understanding of the "humors". The theory of the four humors comes from the theory that everything was made out of 4 basic elements, and this was applied to medicine. So in a similar way they used to believe that every human was essentially made of four humors.

The interesting thing is that they believed everyone had a different default balance of these four humors and that slight difference is what made each person different (nature). And when there was an excess of any of these humors it manifested in illness both mental and physical. That's where labeling the tempers/humors comes in, except what works for one person may not work for others.

I forgot to mention that food was thought to be associated with the humors, so when someone needed their humors balanced they would often eat certain foods/change their diets. Something we're introduced to on S1 and that's brought back on S2 both times through Helena's character is the three raw eggs Kier ate every morning. The eggs Helena hates, but Helly likes. The ones Jame wishes she ate raw. But not only food: physical health, our environment and even the seasons could imbalance the humors.

I think at the beginning Helena may have had some similarities to Kier based on the four temper idea, nothing else. And I think Jame tried to mold her after him, thinking they were the same. But by doing so Helena was being changed (nurture). Her whole life is controlled. She swims in the morning even though she almost drowned, she eats eggs which she hates because it was Kier's favorite breakfast, she lives in Jame's house, she embodies autumn but we've only seen her live in winter.

I think the answer is simply that Helly still hasn't bent to the world. She doesn't have Helena's baggage, her tempers haven't been balanced to devoid her or a sense of self. So the similarities to Kier that Jame may have seen in Helena are still there in Helly but it's more natural. And I understand what he means. If Kier was a cult leader that's still successful (and heavily relies on his image) it means he probably was a natural leader, just like Helly especially in the final episode of season two. Meanwhile Helena is told what to do and what to say. Like when she's doing PR for the company. She's not allowed to step out of that. The problem that Jame doesn't seem to see is that he cannot make another Kier without destroying Helena, and therefore all he liked about her.

I think it's simple but the symbolism is very interesting. Sorry for the rambling lol

so does nobody wanna talk baby helena............ 👉👈

[strange-anni]

Even though I've now changed my mind about the ship I was also a jncy shipper once and earlier seasons were indeed where they were at their best. That's was also the time when they were still just friends and I do think this plays a huge part of why they were working together so well back in the day.

It all starts to go down the drain when they are a couple and attempt to work together like we've seen in S3. Whereas working together isn't really what Nancy and Jonathan are doing in early S3 either. It's more like Nancy says what they should be doing and Jonathan can do nothing more then agree with her and follow her lead.

She isn't listening to what he says at all and she doesn't really care either. Jonathan doesn't want to destroy his car and doesn't want to get fired either. None of which Nancy cares for in the slightest. She even admits it to her mother later in the season. She says she wasn't thinking about Jonathan or anyone at all.

I know Jonathan gets more involved in the case of the missing rats later but that's also after he suspects it might concern Will. That's also just who Jonathan is: If someone he cares about is in danger or if it' about someone else who someone he cares about cares a lot for (meaning Nancy cares a lot about Barb and Jonathan cares a lot about Nancy) then he's in it no questions asked.

This is also why early S3 jncy feels so real to me despite the fact that the entire season has a lot of weird things going on. Until Will got involved it was just about the two of them. Just Nancy and Jonathan and how they would fare together if they were to share a working environment and the answer to that question is not good at all.

It's also that not everything in life is always directly connected to the people you love the most and sometimes (most of the times really) you just gotta go to work and do the job. We get to see what this would look like for Nancy and Jonathan and while I do not know how the US college system works I do suspect we'd get a very similar dynamic if they were to go to college together. Duffers over there are quietly dismantling jncys future by showing us how they don't work together very well after all.

Some people just live to work (Nancy) while others work to live (Jonathan.)

By now I am also wondering if stncys communication really is as bad as it seems or if it's just easier to see how bad they are for each other because they discuss their problems more openly?

I am thinking of this moment when Steve asked Nancy to tell him that she loves him which of cause she doesn't do because she doesn't love him. It's out there in the open for everyone to see.

It was also really brave of Steve to do that and try to face the truth head on. If we are thinking this from his perspective it goes something like this: His girlfriend is upset because of the death of her best friend. He then tries to help her by distracting her and going to a party which kind of works for a while until she's drunk and tells him everything they are is just a stupid lie which of cause upsets him a lot and to top it of it's the other guy (Jonathan) who later gets her home. Come next day she comes to him and is upset because he didn't pick her up and drove her to school which then leads to a discussion of their entire relationship and Steve asking for validation and an admittance that she still loves him.

It's not really an unreasonable thing to ask for if you ask me. It also shows us how stncy could never work.

Meanwhile we have Jonathan in S4 who's quietly also waiting for some kind of proof that Nancy still loves him ("Part of me expected her to be on that plane... or something..." I have talked about it here) but he never really confronts Nancy with it. He just does it the round about way later when they are fixing the cabin which also doesn't work and you know? At least Steve outright asked for it and got rejected. Jonathan doesn't have the courage to do that just yet.

Personally I really doubt Jonathan would ever become like his father. I think he is way more at risk of turning out like his mother which in turn doesn't mean good things for Nancy if you catch my drift. I think we also get a good impression of this during the fixing the cabin scene when they get outright paralleled to Lonnie. Their relationship is on it's best way to turn into an abusive one.

And Murray was the guy who started it by wanting them to kiss.

I also don't really know what his true role in the story is because to me it also seems like he isn't always wrong either. I think he probably also had the best intentions when he played that little game with Jonathan and Nancy (although he also really should have known better because despite it all: Nancys and Jonathans personal lives are none of his business no matter what) and it set them on a path that is not good for either of them.

The conformity is in forcing romance when people don't really want it.

This is very much true. It's what we see happening with Murray but he isn't the only one who engages in it. Once I realized that pretty much everyone in the show engages in it it changed my view entirely.

Barb does it by telling Nancy it'd be good if she were to date Steve because that'd make her more popular. Jonathan does it by lying to Nancy that Steve asked him to bring her home. Dustin does it by pushing Steve to date Robin which he calls creepy after he's already told him that Robin is not his type. And of cause Will also does it big time when he's trying to get milkvan back together. Lucas does it when he pushes Mike towards El. Robin does it and Eddie of all people does it too when they try to fix stncy and I'm sure there are plenty more.

It's like everyone else just always knows better and what's best for you except you yourself of cause.

Then to top all of this of it's Karen the conservative mom who tells Nancy to just unapologetically be herself (and also to completely disregard Jonathans feelings in all of this)

Complex characters. We just love them, don't we?

What is wrong with Joyce's boy?

Joyce of cause said this in regards to Will and while it leaves us without an answer as to what is wrong with him, we do get a transition to a scene with her other boy Jonathan in it.

So is there possibly a reason why Joyce would need to ask such a question in regards to Jonathan as well?

Note: This is about the infamous Murray scene with Nancy and Jonathan (and how he started their doomed relationship)

Jonathan and his friend Nancy who at the time are are probably only 17 years old get some vodka from this old conspiracy guy Murray

2. Leave it to the teenagers(!) to be the reasonable ones ones in this situation as they name very good reasons as to why they should stop drinking. Jonathan still has to drive and they want to go home.

3. Yet they get pressured into staying and possibly even more drinking

4. They also get pressured into staying in the same room

5. A suggestion said teenagers ignore because they don't really want to at this point although both agree that it is late

6. Old man is confused teenagers don't react like he expects them to

7. Still both Nancy and Jonathan are politely correcting him and telling him what they are: friends (It also makes me think of Dustin continuedly pressuring Steve into dating Robin in S3 which Steve also doesn't want and asks Dustin to stop and you know at least Dustin and Steve know and care about each other)

Imho it could have stopped here. Murray should have just accepted their word for it. It's none of his business anyway if they are friends or not.

Also notice how pressure comes from all sides? From the people we love, cherish and who are also our best friends and from people we barely even know like Jonathan and Nancy barely know Murray and he doesn't know them.

8. And we see Murray being completely dismissive of everything Nancy and Jonathan have to say -> He's just laughing at them

9. How does he even know if they're telling the truth or not? And even he's right and they did lie.. he has no idea of the reasons why. Not that would be any of his business either.

10. Look at these patient little babies and how they are still politely correcting Murray.

Also notice Jonathan is thinking.

11. What a bunch of utter nonsense. Even if we assume all of this to be true Jonathan and Nancy don't have to date just because of it. If they don't want to then they don't have to.

Also all of it is true for Steve and Robin in S3 and they are also not dating.

(sorry if Nancy looks a bit weird in that shot)

But also look at how attentive Jonathan looks here. It's like he's got someone on his mind which fits that description as well, doesn't he?

12. Murray is pressing Jonathans buttons and it's getting personal here. It's also none of his business.

13. Now he's getting REAL personal -> again that's none of Murrays business AT ALL.

14. They are trying to defend themselves again and are looking slightly uncomfortable. Plus Jonathan seems to be thinking again.

15. He's also only seeing what he wants to see and he's pressuring these young teenagers into conforming to his wishes

16. He also has no business of needing to read them at all!

Plus is it even true? Is Nancy harder to read than Jonathan?

17. Because Jonathan over here looks completely closed off. Guarded. Hugging himself, shoulders slightly raised and he also looks a bit scared tbh

18. Nancy also looks so uncomfortable here.

Plus retreating back to the safety of..

19. Notice how it is Jonathan who says Steve's name here and not Nancy? I really feel like Murray could have accidentally seen right trough Jonathan by sheer luck. Not that that would make any of this better at all.

20. Maybe Murray is right here. Maybe someone really does like Steve. Or suspects he could like him or maybe even just wants to talk to him to hear what he had wanted to say when he came to his doorstep in S1

But make no mistake as this is still meddling to the extreme as none of this is any of Murrays business at all. AGAIN.

Also Jonathan seems to be thinking again.

21. None of Murrays business

22. Jonathan still looks super guarded and Murray is making Nancy uncomfortable again

23. I would really like to know what Jonathan is thinking here

24. NOW they are getting told how cute they are as in you two should get together because that's be so cute

25. And just like that Murray acts like he's never said anything at all! Like he hasn't just meddled with them and their thoughts and told them what they should do and feel

Tbc in a reblog because I've reached image limit

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[puppppppppy]

footnotes arent enough I need you to talk to me like im fucking Amelia Bedelia

[angy-grrr]

okay I’m annoying yk that and I know that.

I love to see what non bkdk shippers think will happen with the manga, bc this way I can learn and see things outside of my special interest for the chapters. And I was reading some interpretations of Ochako being weird in 425.

Some people are right here expecting izuku to go and support her. Some people saw him being this sad, yet only could think about him worrying about Ochako’s feelings over her fight, not Izuku’s fight. they think this will lead to a beautiful confession, in which she cries how she couldn’t save himiko, that izuku noticed, and that he’ll call her his hero and they’ll kiss. And I can’t help but feel like this is bc he is the boy. Because he is the boy in that ship, he is the one that supports, not gets supported. When I was reading those little scenarios, I thought they would explain deku would cry with her about his own fight and bond over it, or something like that. But no… they believe deku’s strange reactions come from being worried over Ochako only. and it’s so sad, to see how gender expectations are being pushed like that in something as simple as a “what I want to happen in the manga” scenario. It’s sad how people think this is how it should work, when actually that would make me even sadder -as I said, for the most part I didn’t care about that ship, I accepted it as inevitable, but this isn’t fair. Romance irl is not perfect, but in a story for this to be a resolution when the character who hasn’t talked about his feeling keeps not talking about them and just supports her before confessing…

Even hetero relationships should have some balance, right?

EDIT:

someone brought up bkdk lmao. They explained how the confession from ochako could get answered: happy ending is izuku loving her back, bad ending is him saying he likes katsuki, and medium ending him liking mei. I can’t even lmao.

another person argued deli just has shown a brotherly bond with him (weird) and that he only thought of him at that dinner with the Im too blessed, and the last time he followed him was in season 1. people need to learn how to read, and connect the dots, literally. No matter how you see their relationship in canon as platonic or romantic (or queer platonic), it’s clear their bond is strong and that Izuku depends on katsuki as much as katsuki depends on izuku on emotional levels -izuku losing control over and over and over again with him, AFO explaining he is the closest to midoriya, katsuki going towards him no matter how injured he is, looking for each other and the time stops, etc.

this is just canon. There’s no arguing about it. Idk why intimate bonds between two male characters means they are like brothers. Is it bc if they are not related, there’s no way to not see it as gay?/gen but also /s

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

sometimes..so.etimes they change something even after the premiere. sp you appear and watch an entirely new and prolonged monologue. and it's like. FUCK YEAH.

[musical-chick-13]

Girl help, people are acting like GoT season 8 was uniquely awful again.