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sometimes-i-write-good · 2 years ago

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Top Gun: Maverick - Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x f!pilot reader (callsign: Fallbeil)

4.4k || 5 times Bob remembers your little quirks and habits, and 1 time you remember his.

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Genre: Fluff, crushing, love confessions

CW: mentions of drinking, swearing

Author’s Note: Bob is such an acts of service kind of person - I can feel it deep in my soul. Also, I thought the idea of him ending up with someone who has a scary ass callsign like Guillotine (which is Fallbeil in German) despite him being a cinnamon roll would be the funniest thing in the world. || cross-posted on ao3

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The first time you noticed something was because Hangman had that stupid ass look on his face again. That same one he always had, the only one he had in all honesty. The one that, recently, only ever seemed to be directed at you and that pissed you off most of all.

“What?” He asked, but the smirk pulling his lips back into the stupid, smug fucking smile told you clearly: he knew exactly what.

“Leave her alone, Bagman. I’m not in the mood today,” Rooster said, and you could tell he meant it. HIs voice sounded surprisingly tired considering mornings were his prime time of existence. Maverick insisted on calling these meetings earlier and earlier, chinking away at everyone's stability, and it was proving to be too much for even the earliest of risers.

Hangman scoffed, pressing his hand to his chest, and feigning offense. “Why am I always the bad guy? What if today was the day Fallbeil finally snapped and did something to me instead?”

You rolled your eyes. “If I snapped, you wouldn’t be holding a conversation with me. Your head wouldn’t even be attached to your body.”

“Living up to your name as always, doll.”

Rooster slid into one of the empty chairs at the conference table, slapping down a notebook, and turned to look at you. “I’ll punch him if you want.”

“I’m perfectly capable of throwing my own punches, thank you.” The look on Rooster’s face said he didn’t trust you not to take it too far.

“And coffee mugs.” Hangman glanced over his shoulder; eyes trained on the spot where a cracked, open travel cup lay open. Opened and spilled, everywhere. “Which I managed to dodge.”

“Try to dodge my-” but your insult was cut short by Rooster saying, “Coffee? You hate coffee.”

You set your lips in a thin, embarrassed line. “He told me that it was tea.”

“And you believed him?” Rooster snorted.

You slunk back into your chair, crossing your arms with a pout. “It’s early! I’m basically the walking dead right now, birdbrain.”

As with every mission of this sheer level of importance, your anxiety had been too great to let you sleep. Usually Bob or Phoenix or Rooster, the early risers of the group, would be up to go for a job or hit the gym with you. You were up well before all of them today and had taken it upon yourself to go for a run, shower, and be painfully early to this briefing. You had hoped Bob would be the first one there, he typically was, but the universe was out to get you because instead of those sweet, doe eyes behind some thick-lensed glasses all you got was a stupid pair of lips messing with a toothpick.

“Don’t be too hard on, Rooster.” Phoenix called out, walking into the hangar with Fanboy, Payback, and Coyote in tow. “I already smoked him during our run this morning. He’s fragile.”

Before Rooster could get all up in arms or Hangman could jump on a moment of vulnerability, Maverick walked in. He had his way to the head of the table while everyone else found their seats. “Good morning, everyone.” Tired, disjointed voices repeated the sentiment, pulling a smile onto Mav’s face. “I see we’re all ready for a busy day. What do you say we get started?”

“Sorry, I’m late, sir!” Bob’s voice comes from behind you. “I couldn’t find the kettle.”

Kettle, you thought to yourself, but Maverick just waved for him to sit down and continued talking. Before Bob headed over to the only open seat, by Hangman of all people, he placed a small cup of tea in front of you without a word. In your favorite mug, too. You brought it up to your lips to taste it… and it was perfect. Exactly the way you liked it.

‘Thank you,’ you mouthed at him after he sat down. Bob just nodded and focused his attention on Maverick. You did the same, not even registering that he didn’t have a cup of anything for himself.

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The second time you noticed something nice Bob did for you was during poker night. Fanboy and Payback had decided tempting fate and coming out the other side had bonded you all for life. A point any of you could hardly disagree with. That mission was not something any of you were supposed to come back from. So, the idea of a movie night had been tossed around, but Payback always tried to guess the endings and Hangman tried to outdo the one-liners and Rooster just had to know if he knew that actor from another movie - needless to say, movie nights were shelved very fast.

Then the idea of bar hopping came about, followed by karaoke night, followed by trivia night. Each of which ended up in all of you spending too much money on booze and drunkenly embarrassing yourselves with horrible vocals or blatantly wrong answers to obscure history questions. You all settled on the idea of a game night. It seemed to work well enough. A ‘family’ dinner followed by a board game. Except for the fact that Payback instead of placing bets no matter if it was CandyLand or Monopoly, which Coyote would double, and Hangman would triple. Leaving you all spending just as much money as you had at the bar.

It was Bob who brought up the idea of having poker nights. Something with betting already designed into it so that none of you had to worry about emptying your bank accounts at the end of the night. That was the problem with setting elite competitors against one another, they never knew when to quit.

You’d all been kept relatively close to TOPGUN, usually stationed a few hours away max. Months where distance wasn’t a problem, you all tried to meet once a week. If one of you weren’t stateside, then once a month worked just fine. Six months into poker nights so far and you’d been able to have at least one every month. Every time the list of things to bring shifted down a person, so that each time a new person would be in charge of chips or appetizers or the main entree, etc. It was a system that worked with military precision.

Until the one time it didn’t.

Bob was the last through the door of Payback’s small apartment. At least, it looked small with so many people crammed in there. “Here, I got special plates this time.” He raised them high above his head like a prize. Large, sturdy, and compartmentalized. Like the trays you’d get in the mess hall or for a school lunch.

The statement caused immediate uproar.

“I was on plates and napkins!” Coyote said around a mouthful of sour cream and onion chips, brought by yours truly. And Hangman started making comments about how if no one was going to follow the list, then he wasn’t going to either.

“You weren’t in charge of plates, Bob!” Fanboy tried his best not to get too worked up over it. He had created a spreadsheet of everyone’s responsibilities. Verifying everyone knew their roles was his main role in making sure this whole operation ran smoothly. “Please tell me you still brought dessert.”

“I’ve got dessert. My grandma came out this weekend and made a peach cobbler.”

The mention of his grandma’s baking ensured the pitchforks and torches were put away, for now. That woman had godly skills in the kitchen. You would gladly sit down and eat an entire cobbler of hers by yourself in one sitting.

Coyote, still hurt by his duty being impeded on, asked, “So then what are the plates for?”

“Fallbeil doesn’t like when her food touches,” Bob said as though it were the most common knowledge in the world. “You guys always insist on getting plates that are way too small.”

He set down the plates on the counter, followed by the pie, and went to take off his shoes and didn’t bring anything like that up again for the rest of the night.

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The third time you noticed something nice that Bob did for you was a day he had to leave early. A helicopter was coming to pick him and Phoenix up to take them overseas. Just for a few days, or so said those in charge, and you knew how easily a few days could change to a few weeks to a few months.

The thought of possibly not seeing them for a while aggravated you. It meant being stuck on a ship hundreds of miles from the nearest shore without your two best friends. You’d known what you were signing up for when you first started. The military liked to keep their secrets. At any moment you could be swept away for a mission, but it still felt unfair when you woke up only to realize that your wingwoman and her WSO are replaced by strangers.

Back soon, take care.

Not signed but the handwriting was so obviously Bob. Cursive with careful, purposeful loops. Hangman tried to tear him apart for taking so much care in his notes during the pre-briefs before the uranium mission. The insults died out fast once everyone realized he had chicken scratch for handwriting. Funny how spreading a rumor Hangman deserved the callsign Rooster over Bradley could put him in his place so quickly.

Back soon, take care.

You stared at the sticky note, so carefully pressed against the outside of your locker. It was easy to imagine the conversation among him and Phoenix.

“I’m leaving her a note.”

“She’ll be fine, Bob. We’ve got to go.”

“Four words.”

He’d gotten into the habit of leaving sticky note updates in between lengthy letters. They held more emotion than an email or text, and you found that you liked it more than digital words on a screen. You could trace your fingers over each letter. Pretend as though he were pressed up in the seat next to you like when you’d go to the Hard Deck on a busy night and everyone would shove together in a few booths. A closeness you’d found yourself longing for in all moments spent together despite there being no reason for the two of you to share an armchair in the common room.

You had crushes before. A few relationships littered your history of schooling, but you, like many others who had graduated from TOPGUN, assumed the sky was to be your first and only love. And then Bob showed up with his quiet, gentle ways and your heart would soar every time he walked into a room. There were days you went without talking, but you could count on some kind of a note to be waiting for you on your door or waiting for you on the control of your jet.

Reminders that he was thinking of you. The way a best friend would. Surely. That’s all it had to be. No sense in constructing something out of nothing. Something that could wreck this perfect routine the two of you had created in one another’s lives.

You peeled the sticky note off the front of your locker to place inside, out of harm's way. Your finger traced each letter. It was likely he and Phoenix were off somewhere with Coyote or Rooster or Hangman doing something far more dangerous than the intelligence patrol you’d been assigned to. As you swung open your locker, you wished you’d had enough sense to write him a letter before he’d left. Something reminding him and Phoenix to be safe, but you hadn’t known he was leaving. You hadn’t even let the thought cross your mind.

“Oh, Bob,” you sighed.

A smile tugs its way onto your face. He’d left a mug in your locker. Not filled with tea this time, but with pens and highlighters and all your favorite stationary to use on your paperwork. You usually had a pencil case with you filled with pens that flowed smoothly and didn’t smudge or highlighters that didn’t bleed through the page.

He must have packed extra in his bag in case you’d forgotten that pencil case, which you had. But that wasn’t the best part. Somehow he’d managed to keep a rose alive and blooming to stick amongst the stationary. For, what it seemed to you, the sole purpose of making you smile.

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The fourth time you noticed something nice that Bob did for you was at Coyote’s birthday cookout. You were running late. Very late. More late than you’d ever been in your whole life to a point that you would have turned around if you could have, but you had been stuck on a highway without an exit for miles on end. The need to pee had never been stronger.

Stuck in the literal sense. Construction fed into traffic fed into cars stopping for no reason at all fed into fender benders fed into your frustration. “Please just move!” You shouted at the trail of brake lights in front of you. All you had to do was make it to the next exit two miles away.

But no one met your frustrated request. Instead, the standstill continued. You were destined to never arrive at this party. It had been weeks since you’d seen everyone together in one spot. Poker night had been postponed to tomorrow. Bound to be a dismal affair of hangovers and stale chips left out in bowls overnight. A slice of heaven on earth. Though, you would say that for just about anything if it meant being released from a fucking prison of a car.

Your phone went off. The distinct sound of big band music filling your car. Bob’s ringtone.

“Where are you?” His voice came through the other line at the same moment you shouted, “I want to rip my head off!”

An amused chuckle filled your car which only caused you to fume further. “I’m serious, Robert. This two-hour drive has become four- maybe five. I lost count when I had to come to a full and complete stop for the three millionth time today. It would be so much easier if Coyote had a runway in his backyard. Then I could just fly there-”

“Fallbeil,” Bob cut in, “are you almost here?”

“I’m a mile from my exit. I should be there in twenty. If I’m allowed to take my foot off the brake for more than a few seconds.” You let out a loud groan. “I’m going to stop at a gas station because I think my bladder might explode. So expect me in thirty actually-”

Bob laughed and spoke once more, saving you from yet another breathless tangent. “I’m excited to see you.”

You smiled to yourself. Grinning at the stopped cars in front of you like an idiot. “Yeah?”

“Have I ever not been?”

“I’m excited to see you too.” You could envision Bob’s own shy grin. No, you couldn’t hear the sounds of the party going on around him. He had closed himself off alone in a room to talk to you, which would mean the smile would be big and beaming. “Coyote enjoying himself?”

“I think he might have cried when Natasha put on the birthday playlist she made for him.”

“She’s good at that.”

“Good?” Bob laughed. “She’s elite at it.” Then, after a moment of comfortable silence fell over the two of you he said, “Want me to stay on the phone until you show up?”

If it were a normal poker night, you would have jumped on the offer. Phone calls with Bob had become a staple in that routine in one another’s lives. Letters and notes were not nearly enough to tide the two of you over. But today was a special occasion.

“No,” you told him. “I’ll be there soon.” He deserved to go enjoy the party. Not be tied up in a phone call where you were bound to blow your lid if the car in front of you did not speed up.

“Be careful. Drive safe.” The line clicked.

Be careful, you turned the words over in your head wondering what they would sound like punctuated with a kiss every morning when you headed out the door.

You turned down Coyote’s street, knowing exactly what you’d find. Cars taking every spot. Coyote was the most popular out of the crew. Charming personality, willingness to help everyone so much as passing by, and good looks. The combination needed for a party of the century.

And the shouts of excitement that flowed from his backyard told you just that was happening. Without you, and it would continue to go on without you if you couldn’t find an open spot to park. Bob waited at the end of Coyote’s packed driveway, hands stuffed into his jeans. A surprising amount of muscle strained beneath the button up shirt he wore to every part. More cars shoved onto the asphalt and spilled over onto the lawn.

Bob waved, waited patiently for you to park the car in the middle of the street, and then came around to the driver's side of the car. “Hey,” he said as he popped open your door. “How was the drive?”

You shot him a look. One that immediately set that bright, beautiful smile on his face. “Funny.”

“Here, get out.”

“What?”

“Get out. Go inside and say hi.” He leaned over to unbuckle you and the scent of his cologne tickled your nose. “I have a plate of food for you in the oven, on low so it stays warm. There’s one in the fridge too with the cold stuff.”

“Bob-”

“They’re all separated.” He waved you out of the car, grabbing your hand to help, and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “I’m glad you’re here, Fallbeil.”

You saw him again ten minutes later because he had to park two blocks away and walk back.

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The fifth time you really noticed Bob going out of his way for you was a few months into the two of you moving in together. Solely as roommates, two best friends making the most of a perfect situation. Rent was going up, you had an extra room, and Bob had just gotten hired as an instructor at TOPGUN. The timing couldn’t have been better.

In truth, nothing could be better. The two of you fit perfectly into each other’s lives. Bob with his early habits. Having tea on the table for you alongside the crossword section of the newspaper he insisted on reading every morning. The hardest word always filled in as a starting point. He’d saved you the frustration of straining your mind over a word you couldn’t have dreamed up in the wildest corners of your imagination.

The preference over sticky notes as communication over texts still remained the same. Left on the mirror in your shared bathroom always signed with “be careful” or “take care.” Sometimes there is nothing of importance to say, but Bob would write those two words anyway as a reminder.

You’d leave voicemails if it was something that needed your immediate attention - talking on the phone to Bob became a bright spot in your week. You tried your hardest to leave them only for emergencies but hearing his voice every day had spoiled you. Sometimes your mind would lock on something you would absolutely have to tell him. Then you would find yourself pulling out your phone, typing in his number, and putting it away with a great sigh. You had planes to fly, he had students to teach, and the torture of being apart for a few hours each day made returning home to him all the sweeter. Returning home to movie nights or long walks on the beach or stories of students who remind Bob of each member of the Dagger Crew.

Phoenix would crash often when she got called back to TOPGUN, and Bradley hung around often enough seeing that Mav and Penny had made their lives here. Everyone cycled through at some point. Even Hangman had a welcome place on your couch if he ever needed it.

There was one night Jake had spent the night. Out of the blue and completely inconvenient as was the case with Hangman, but he offered to cook dinner while the two of you were at work and you came home to a good meal and surprisingly good company. What a sight to see the three of you laughing at a small table.

You hadn’t minded Hangman staying over. Though he did scare the shit out of you when he knocked on your door and let himself into your room to talk. “You know he likes you,” he had said, perched on the corner of your bed with that same stupid ass look on his face that meant trouble. “I think he might even be in love with you.”

“Bagman-”

“Hey, I come in here to tell you some life-altering news and you start with insulting me.” Hangman had let out a low whistle. “Think about it, Fallbeil.”

“What if it ruins everything? We’re doing so well.”

“What if it changes everything for the better?”

You hadn’t expected those words to play in your head as often as they did when Hangman finally left. It had been weeks since you’d last seen him. Poker night was tonight. He was hosting, and you had a feeling he was going to corner you with all sorts of questions as to if you’d made a move on Bob yet. A foolish notion. Bob might not be a skittish dog, but making a move on him still might cause spontaneous combustion. You were just trying to figure out which one of you it would be.

What could be the right time to tell your best friend and roommate that you loved him? That you have always wanted to be more?

You thought it over as you wiped sleep from your eyes and made your way into the bathroom. Bob had left earlier than usual this morning. It was a test day for the students and he was nothing if not prepared. Likely that kind, painfully chirpy teacher in the early hours of the day.

There was a sticky note on the mirror. As expected. Longer than usual. Unexpected.

Took your car this morning. Saw you needed an oil change. Be home late, then he can head to Bagman’s. Hope that’s okay. My keys are on the counter. Be safe. Love you.

You traced those last two words with the tip of your finger. It was the first time he’d added those two words.

And they fit so naturally on the note. Like they always belonged there.

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The one time (the first time) you realized you were going out of your way to do things because you loved Robert Floyd when you went into the mall with a head full of ideas to get for Rooster’s birthday and came out twenty minutes later with one thing. One thing not for Rooster.

A model plane for Bob. Before he’d gotten so overwhelmed with his responsibilities at TOPGUN to cease having many hobbies, he’d built model planes. It’s what had gotten him into a love of planes. At least, that’s what he had told you one night at the Hard Deck, when the two of you were shoved up against one another.

Growing up in a small midwestern farm town didn’t give him many chances growing up to be around planes, but he’d watch the ones that flew over crops with rapt interest. He memorized flight patterns, sat alongside fields, and watched them every chance he got. Then, in the late nights where he only had his imagination to keep him company, Bob built model planes and memorized their histories.

“I’ve always wanted to be around planes.” He had slurred the words a bit back then. One too many sips of beer between handfuls of peanuts. “I kept them around me as much as I could.”

You hadn’t been able to figure out how crop planes became fighter jets in his history, but more stories came out as the two of you moved in together. Dismissive comments about school bullies. Talks about how he knew he wasn’t the strongest, but had always felt the need to prove himself. It seemed to fit into this idea people created of him - always a bit behind the rest. You respected him for sticking to what people told him he couldn’t do and making a name for himself in spite of it all.

And you loved that he trusted you enough to bring you in on those hobbies of his. Building fighter jets in the low light of desk lamps and night lights. Reminding you of the purpose of each piece. Telling the history of each plane. But your favorite part of all was when the two of you would build a jet you were flying and he would include all your statistics, everything you’ve accomplished, and, when you caught him in rare form, things Bob imagined you would do that would etch your name into the very fabric of history.

“Did you get a present for Bradley?” He asked, hearing the click of the door behind you. There was a rag thrown over his shoulder. Bob turned to face you with a smile. In the midst of cooking, glasses slightly fogged from whatever it was he was cooking, and your heart couldn’t take it.

“N-no,” you said, tripping up on your words. “I, um, I forgot.”

“But on the phone you said you couldn’t wait to show me what you got?” He tilted his head, watching as you kicked off your shoes, and placed your shopping bag on the table. “I hope you’re not trying to sign your name onto my gift, Fallbeil. I spent three months finding a vintage record of ‘Great Balls of Fire’ for him.”

You smiled at his thoughtfulness. “No, Robert, I will not steal credit for your gift. He’ll know it’s from you anyway.” You took a deep, shaky breath. “I got something for you instead.”

Bob’s brows scrunched in confusion. “Me, but it’s Bradley’s birthday?”

You pulled the model F-18 from the bag and held it out towards him. Your hands shook slightly. Silly considering the two of you were always going out of your way to do things for each other. Plates and oil changes and parking cars. Small things. Nothing as momentous as a declaration of pure understanding of one another.

He said your name with a softness you’d never heard before. As though he were praying.

“I love you.” You said it at the same time as him. And the words fell so naturally from both your lips. Like they always belonged there.

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lover-of-mine · 21 days ago

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Anna! Hi! Hello!

I literally just joined tumblr today to be able to anon ask you. I think I should be the anxiety anon (aa is for sure in honor of Capt. Dad Bobby Nash and not in bad taste) because even typing this makes me feel way too seen. Does this count as human interaction? Guys, is it gay social anxiety if you only have inside thoughts because the idea of having outside thoughts makes you unwell? I'm not shaking--no, check--I am totally shaking rn, which is making it hard to type. But, I feel like I have reached critical mass on my Buddie thoughts and I will explode if I can't share them.

It is probably very rude to bust through the wall of your house like the Kool-Aid Man, so I want to say that I love your voice--your characterization and dialogue, particularly how you use humor in your fics is just *chef's kiss* for me. I have read them all but can't anon comment. I love your color theory and costume meta, too. Your takes are so measured and thoughtful and honestly just logical in a time where 9-1-1blr feels kinda sorta unmoored in reality. Fuck Twitter, your spy network tag is now my news feed because fandom reading comprehension and critical thinking scores have plummeted recently. Lou Who knows why?

Some things that are making me laugh/cry/cry-laugh rn:

The cockfighting ring call in Bobby Begins Again (2x16). Let's talk about closet space, bro: he-who-must-not-be-named canonically full-body flinched at literal cock coming at him. Somehow this is his gayest canon moment to me even though he has 2 canon full-on face assault man-on-man kisses.

The bridge call finale in Season 6, which I haven't watched in a minute, so I welcome fact-checking. I can't recall if it happens at the end of Love Is in the Air (6x17) as a cliff-hanger or if it is in Pay It Forward (6x18) proper, but right before the truck hits the bridge and triggers the collapse, Bobby is on the medical call on the bridge and he verbally instructs "K*nnard" to do something. The extra, presumably 1 of the old man retired firefighters they use to fill-out the 118 ranks, is wearing the "K*nnard" turnouts that nobody needed since 2x16's very accurate "Fairwell T*mmy. The 217's Loss is Our Gain" cake. So, how's that for invisible string debunker costume meta. As of 6x18: K*nnard was literally just an unused turnout coat on a hook in the costume dept. "Who cares?!?" is the 118 and 9-1-1's motto, fr. Like, nobody remembers gaf that he's a pilot, too, in an episode where Lucy flies off in the air ambulance, never to be seen again. Is "becoming a pilot" 9-1-1's way of telling your kid the dog "went to the farm" when you really had it put down while they were at school?

My change.org petition is for Buck and Eddie to have OS and RG's tattoos. I know makeup has been covering them up for years, but it has been bothering me so much since the ABC switch. It's like they're using the same tone of cover-up for RG and OS and it reads so yellow-orange that I consider it color theory outlier. Like, real talk, what do yellow-orange arms mean for the data, Anna? Tattoo-having people are known to get more tattoos. This is normal. RG and OS have so many more tattoos now than in Season 2 that Season 7 and 8 Buck and Eddie look like they have skin conditions that stop at their watch-straps and somehow in Season 8 RG is getting forehead-only orange foundation? Listen, I consider myself fandom-standard unhinged, not completely deranged, but like the full body Ken-doll spray tan on OS in Masks (8x05) has pushed me over the edge.

My Ted Talk is titled "Hey, ABC: Buddie = Fiscal Responsibility" because, wtf, just stop paying superfluous guest actors to be love interests and let the 2 mains shack up like God T*m M*near intended. (I lowkey think that smart cookie JLH is a girlboss genius who tied herself to KC, yeah yeah because of chemistry, Madney forever, of course, but also as job security when she said that Chimney was what she wanted for Maddie.) Seriously, let's reallocate the bullshit love interest slush fund money and bring the kid home. I hardcore head canon that Ravi saw Gerrard from the buffet line at the medal ceremony and just noped the fuck out of there indefinitely.

I'm just gonna leave this all here and back away because I've maxed out on all the human/social interaction accepted fandom love language of hyperbolic ranting that I can partake in before I turn into a full-blown thunderstorm chihuahua.

Can someone please Uber me a clown car home?

My love, hi. This was so fucking great to read ksoskaoakoakaoaa I'm literally on the floor laughing. Thank you for the compliments on the fics and metas. When someone says they like my characterization, I ascend to a better plane of existence. Honestly, the cock fight calls is really something else kspskapakoaa and they just didn't bother checking if they had written someone off before using the turnout because they needed more people there I guess.

The tattoos one had me howling tho, the cover-up of Ryan's hand tattoo this season has been AWFUL and the fact that they just wax Oliver all over to cover him in orange foundation drives me nuts, like please, just let them have the tattoos. (I was actually informed that they would need to license the tattoo from the artist for every use of it depending on the tattoos they decide to keep and that's probably why don't let them keep them, but if we are not letting them keep them, please color match better).

Honestly, they just need to get together already, please end this madness, it's been long enough, let Ryan be paid to make out with Oliver like he's been wanting all along kspskspakaokapa

Anyway, I'm obsessed with you, thank you for this one 🫶🫶

#scream ksoakaoakao #yeah #911 #i really need a tag for asks #911 spoilers #anon 😌#aa anon 🥰#<- great tag kspakaoskapkaa #anti bucktommy #to be safe

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atonalginger · 10 months ago

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It's Snippet Sunday! What a fun day! Thanks for the tag @therealgchu, @silurisanguine (on discord), and everyone else who urged folks to share. I will also urge those who see this and have something they've been working on to consider picking a small peek, just a snippet ;)

Anyway this snippet comes from Reclaiming Home, my DocCoe fic that has been slow to get off the ground after that spicy explosion of a first chapter. ...they needed some rest...lol

TW for discussions of past emotional abuse, attempted kidnapping. Placed under a "read more" cut

“It’s fine, Sam,” Jamie chuckled, “it’s not a secret.”

“Then why is he acting like it is?” Cora motioned at her dad.

“It used to hurt to think about it,” Jamie admitted, “but that was a long time ago.”

“So I am being nosy,” Cora frowned.

“No, you’re curious. Being nosy would be snooping and digging where you didn’t belong even after being told to drop it,” Jamie reached out and smoothed a stray curl back into place, “Fox took me away from Dodgewood when he did to save me from our parent’s plans for me.”

“What were the plans,” Cora leaned in.

“To stop me from being independent. My mom found out I’d been working with the history teacher at the school, filling out college apps and applying for financial aid. Neither of my parents wanted me going to college because, to them, that wasn’t meant for me. They were saving for Jasper’s college and were banking on Fox’s time in the militia to pay for his higher education.”

“But why not? You’re a genius!” Cora exclaimed.

Jamie let out a quiet laugh. She said it didn’t hurt anymore but the truth chewed a raw spot on her heart, “because my success would draw attention and they didn’t want that. They didn’t like people remembering I existed because it meant they had to act like they liked me.”

“But…” Cora stopped herself, absorbing what Jamie had said, “what were they going to do?”

“Dad knew a freight pilot from Hopetown who had a son a few years older than me looking for a wife. Wanted to move to Akila hoping to find better work. So my dad offered the guy a job on the farm and he and mom started working on convincing me he was just perfect for me. They hoped to browbeat me into marrying him, getting rooted in Dodgewood, and continue to be their little maid.”

“Oh, their those people,” Cora said quietly.

Her response made Jamie chuckle a little harder, “Yes they are.” “I don’t get it, it’s the 24rd century, people!” Cora threw up her hands.

“For some traditions and personal believes run deeper than any fact could hope to sway,” Jamie looked up to Sam. He was now standing behind Cora, leaned against a locker watching his girls with that worried look he wore so often nowadays. She looked back to Cora, “but Fox learned about their plans from Jasper, who was so excited to see my dreams crushed he couldn’t keep mom and dad’s secret. Baby brother’s animosity for me is what saved me in the end.”

“He wasn’t worried about you like Fox?” Cora asked.

“No, Jasper hated me with a fiery passion. As soon as they could get away with it my parents dumped all parenting responsibilities onto me. ‘Good practice’ they called it, for when I one day had my own.” Jamie looked over to the desk and took a deep breath, “I didn’t let him do every little impulsive thing his potato brain thought up and so he hated me.”

Cora’s hug caught Jamie off guard, causing her to jump slightly as the girls arms wrapped around her. She turned and hugged Cora back, rocking them back and forth slightly. Into her shoulder Cora asked, “so that why you both changed your names and kept lots of details vague in your writing.”

“Partly,” Jamie nodded and gave Cora one more little squeeze before sitting up, “We hadn’t planned it initially. We hoped some distance and time would give us a chance to prove to them it was the right call. Fox was the golden one, he did no wrong in their eyes, so he hoped he’d be able to convince them. But we learned fairly quickly how wrong we were on that front.

“Family came out of the woodwork to let us know what horrible children we were. Luckily by boss at the Rock was able to get security to keep an eye out for me when Fox and your dad were out of town. But even that started to fail and it’s one of the reasons I abruptly left the city. I couldn't risk my move being discovered by our family too soon.”

“What’s they do?” Sam asked, a heat on his words, his blue eyes burning as he looked down, hiding them from his girls.

“My Univeralist Uncle showed up with the potential suitor asking around for me, introducing the guy to others as my fiancé. People who knew me or your dad knew that was bogus but that didn’t stop the talk and then a few days before I left town they accosted me near the Rock. Deputy Monroe, well deputy at the time, he interceded and I was able to slip into the Rock but I knew I couldn’t stay after that.” A low growl rumbled in Sam’s throat. They’d need to talk about it later, when Cora went to bed. About why she never said anything.

“Seems like a lot of work when they could have just let you go,” Cora said as she sat back down. She held onto Jamie’s hand, seeming to want to keep some tether to her.

“It was embarrassing and reputation meant everything to them.” Jamie said with a tired smile, “Us leaving Dodgewood was the talk of the settlement when it happened. It’s a tiny settlement in the ass end of nowhere, it was all people talked about for a weeks. Speculation over why it happened and talk about how dramatic it looked: Fox had come home for a week of leave, was seen talking to Jasper near the spaceport, stormed home, and within an hour we were spotted loading into the militia transport he landed with and were gone. And we never came back. It was juicier than any shows they could download.”

“But couldn’t they see they were hurting you?” Cora asked.

“They didn’t care about my feelings on the matter, sweetheart,” Jamie said softly, “there are people in this world who only care about themselves. Everything they do is in service of making themselves look good to others. The jobs they take, the friends they make, the families they have, all of has the end goal of making people like them and nothing else. Most people won’t pick up on it because they aren’t personally affected by it, they’ll only see the good deeds, the kind words, the selfless charity.

“But that also means nothing can ever go wrong. Nothing can ever look out of place for them, because if it does it will let people see other cracks in their facade.” Jamie gave Cora’s hand a pat, “they wanted me to come back so they could say, ‘look everyone, we’re still a happy family and everything is fine’. As time went on and I completed my degrees, changed my last name, started making a name for myself in the Starfield, they backed off more and more because those that knew I was their daughter praised them for my success, making them look good. And those that didn’t know my family couldn’t judge them anymore.”

“Ew,” Cora scrunched her nose, “they tried to lock you away and then got to brag about your successes?

“Yup,” Jamie nodded, “and agreed, Ew.”

“Why not put them on blast? Tell everyone exactly what they did? Make sure they can’t steal your successes for themselves?” Cora asked.

“I’ve considered it,” Jamie admitted, “and every time I get close to doing it I remember that it won’t fix any of it. They won’t admit their fault. They won’t apologize. What it would do is let them play victim to those around them. Allow them to ‘woe is me, look at how my own daughter speaks of me after all I did for her’. Far better to allow my absence and silence weigh on them. If anyone asks after me and how I’m doing in my daily life they won’t have anything. And from what I’ve heard from the few people I’ve stayed in touch with from Dodgewood, that burns them the most. Sure, they love the praise of being parents of Doc Melody but when people ask questions…”

“That does sound like a better revenge,” Cora admitted.

#starfield #sam coe #starfield fanfiction #fanfic #atonalginger writes #coemancer #snippet sunday #the coemancer crew #DocCoe #Doc Melody #Cora Coe #some of Doc's backstory under the read more

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totaldramafan-lauri · 11 months ago

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EPISODE 2

HOLY FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRICK THAT WAS INCREDIBLE!!!!!!!

I-I knew I wanted an Alastor song and GHDRJKFGDFHFJGH WOWOOOWWOWWOOWOOOWWWWW????? I-I mean, this wasn't the solo song I wanted, it was a duet with Vox, but he STOLE IT!!?!?! I'M TOTALLY FINE WITH THIS!!!!! I'LL TAKE THIS!!! I-I LOVED THAT SONG!?!!?!?? I-I'M GONNA LISTEN TO IT SO MUCH AND I'M GONNA QUOTE IT ALL THE TIME

VOX WAS LOSING HIS MIND AND- A-ALASTOR WAS JUST SO SMUG AND WAS JUST CASUALLY OWNING HIM

CALLING HIM OUT ON BEING MAD AT BEING.....ESSENTIALLY REJECTED PFFFFFFFFFFFF

AND THE ENDING

THAT ENDING WAS JUST-

CHILLS!!!! I ACTUALLY GOT CHILLS-

Hhhhhhhhhhh.....th-that's the kinda moment I was looking forward to....Moments like that.....y'know....? Scare me! SCARE ME!!!!! Th-that's what I wanted more of, for so long....!

Favorite song!?!?! I literally can't tell yet. Needs more listens to see how it stacks up to "Poison"

VOX WAS SURPRISINGLY A VERY FUN CHARACTER!!?!? I like his voice a lot, I like how in-control he is until he learns about Alastor and just loses his mind- I-I really like my manipulative villains, and he's that but I kinda want him to keep being a punching bag for Alastor, cuz it's so much fun to watch this guy who's on top of the world just...FLIP OUT over his rival like that. It's so fun XD I think he might be one of my fav characters now but we'll see what happens

The fact that he hates Alastor because Alastor said 'no' to his offer to join him is SO fun XD Guy with mind-control tech not used to someone turning him down, doesn't know what to do. Perfect

That moment with Angel was really sad...The kinda things Valentino said to him......This episode really made me more aware of the kinda character Valentino will be....He's kinda pathetic, but also, you should not let your guard down around him....cuz in the right situations, he can be....well, y'know....hard to watch. We aren't supposed to like him, but he's doing his job so far

ALASTOR MOMENTS OUTSIDE THE SONG: "I definitely remember you now...." and "It must have meant a lot to you~" The way he said that line.....fffffffflipping perfect......Y-yeah, Pentious just ripping of a part of his coat was about as bad as throwing off his groove in the pilot....XD

The "Sorry" song was MAJORLY overshadowed by how amazing the other song was, but....i-it kinda made me emotional? C-can I say that? Cuz I'm someone who's made major mistakes and had to deal with the pain and guilt over it, and saying sorry is never where it ends...but it's where it starts. I-I'm glad Charlie forgave Pentious, I'm glad he's still at the hotel, and I'm wondering where he'll go from there.....

AND THEN THE ENDING MAKES ME FREAK OUT AGAIN......

Y-yeah....t-try harder, Vox......>//////<

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers

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crushculture03 · 7 months ago

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The Women in White

A/N : Tried to base this chapter after the pilot, I feel like this isn't good but please enjoy and let me know what you think! Also bear with me if i get some details wrong, it's been a minute since i've watched the pilot.

Gif is not mine all credit goes to the creator

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"Wake up sleepy head we have a case" Dean says, shaking Valerie awake. "What?" she mumbles, still waking up, "This was apparently the last place John was here, apparently multiple men have gone missing over the past 10 years on this stretch of road '' Sam informs her from the front seat. "Where are we?" she asks, "We're still in California, we turned around when we saw this town was his last known location" Dean responds, not seeming very happy about the situation.

Val stretches before stepping out of the car, Sam also gets out of the car and walks over to her, handing her a coffee and a donut. "Thanks Sam" she says before taking a sip of coffee, "You remembered" she chuckles, Sam blushes "Yeah it's funny it kinda just came to me, and I even remembered your favorite donut, maple right" he says, proud of himself for remembering. Val's heart skips a beat, she's never met someone quite like Sam. While standing there with her coffee and her favorite donut, she realizes just how much she missed him and just how much those buried feelings were coming back to the surface. "Thanks Sammy" she smiles, just hearing her say his name was enough to get his heart to race.

"Sorry to break up lover fest again but we got a ghost to gank come on" Dean says as he slams the trunk of the impala shut. "So what's the run down exactly, give me a background" Val says as she finishes her coffee. "So basically over the past 10 years young men have been disappearing from this stretch of road, we're gonna ask around town, see if we can find anything" Sam says, "I'll go with Val to research the town and history, and Dean you go to interview witnesses" he finishes. Val and Dean nod their heads, showing Sam they agree to his plan. "Try to stay on task you two," Dean teases, before walking off to talk to the police and the victims' families.

Sam and Valerie made their way to the Library, it was small but beautiful nonetheless. "Ok we're looking for anything that is associated with the disappearances or anything fuzzy in this town's history" Sam says as he goes to search for any books about the town. Val decides to go to the computer, looking up past news articles for any information.

After an hour of searching, Val finally finds a lead. "Sam I think I found something" she says, causing the boy to quickly come over to her. "Ok so get this, apparently there was this lady, Constance Welch, who thought her husband was cheating so she drowned her two kids and then jumped off the bridge, which is located on the same road all those guys have gone missing on '' she says. "Wow that's intense, let's call the Dean and see if he was able to come up with anything, '' he says and goes to call the Dean.

After a few minutes he comes back, "Ok Dean said that some of the towns people mentioned a local legend about a ghost of a woman who is a hitchhiking ghost, I'm gonna take a wild guess and say that hitchhiking ghost is this Constance lady you mentioned" he says, Val nods, agreeing with him. "We're gonna do a stakeout of the bridge tonight to see if we can find anything, sound good?" Sam asks, as the two leave the library, "Sounds good to me" she responds.

Once the trio had been reunited, they decided to park just off the bridge, to get the perfect view. "So Sammy this job make you want to come back to the business?" Dean asked, the three had been sitting on the bridge for 2 hours, with no evidence so far, "No, I wanted out of this life Dean, once we find dad I'm out again, I want to be a lawyer" Sam says. "Well how about you Princess" Dean asks the young Singer girl, "Never was fully in the life anyways, plus my dads an actual decent person and didn't force me into the life like john" she says. "Hey My dad was a good dad!" Dean snaps, "No Dean he wasn't he was more of an army general!" Sam retorts, "You left how would you know" Dean yells back.

"Guys" she says as she sees a figure of a women standing on the ledge of the bridge, the boys were still to busy fighting and didn't notice the figure. "Guys!" she yells, snapping them out of their fight, "What" Dean snaps, "There's a figure about to jump" she says and points to the women standing on the ledge. "Shit, come on" Dean says, quickly getting out of the car, the other two following in suit. Before they can walk closer the lady jumps off the bridge, the trio immediately runs to where she jumped and looks down, noticing there was no body, the three look at each other in shock.

Suddenly the sound of the impala's engine being started caused the three to look in that direction. Dean looked at the two, showing how the keys were in his hands, "What the hell?" Val says as she looks between the boys and the car. Soon the Impala starts speeding in their direction, Sam grabs Val, pulling her out of way with him, while dean also jumps out of the way. The car races past them, "What the hell is driving my baby!" Dean shouts as he walks in the direction of his car, furious. "It must be her!" Val says, referring to Constance, "She also must be the figure we saw". "Well she better not harm my baby or she's gonna die again '' Dean shouts, which causes the impala to turn off. "That's enough for tonight, let's find a motel and crash" Sam says, as they all get back into the car.

The three make their way to the motel, when they arrive Dean gives the worker his fake name, the worker tells him that an older man with the same last name checked into the Motel a few days earlier but never checked out. Dean looks at his brother, Sam gives him a nod signaling that they're on the same page.

The Motel room was dingy with a strong damp odor to it, it looked like none of the furniture or decor had been updated since the 70's. "There's only two beds, I can take the couch if you want" Sam says, "No it's ok I don't mind sharing a bed with you" Val says, and puts her bag down on the bed. "Now I'm gonna go break into dads room, you guys stay here ok" Dean says before leaving the room. Once dean leaves the room, Val sits down on the bed "You think there's anyway we return to school" she says, looking over at Sam. "I hope, but once again my dad might come along to ruin things" he grumbles, "We'll make sure we get back to school Sam, even if it's the last thing I do" she says, causing Sam to smile at her kindness.

After about 30 minutes, Dean came back in a hurry, "Ok so basically Dad figured out about Constance, or as she's known here as the Women in White, we need to go back to the road to lure her in" he says. "Ok, we'll go tomorrow evening, but for now we need rest" Val says, "Yeah, I'm gonna get us some food, i'll be writing back" Dean says before once again leaving the room, as he goes to the vending machine he's suddenly surrounded by police.

Val and Sam quickly run to the window to see what's going on. "Excuse me officers what seems to be the problem" the older Winchester says, "We have a warrant for your arrest in connection to the disappearances" the officer says as he goes to cuff Dean and put him in the cop car.

Val and Sam look at eachother utterly confused on why dean would be linked to the crimes. "We gotta find a way to get him out" Sam says, "Yeah, but we won't be able to get him anywhere tonight, we gotta try in the morning" she responds, "You're right, we'll rest then go to help him" he responds.

The Next morning the two woke up and quickly sprung into action, their first stop was checking John's room for themselves, when they searched the room they found the address of Constance's Husband. "Ok lets go talk to him, see what we can find out" Sam says, Val nods her head, agreeing with him. The two then make their way to the Ex husband's house, when they get there and interview him they find out where she was buried and the location of the house. Realizing they need to work fast and get Dean back, Sam makes a fake 911 call in order for Dean to escape.

The rest of the night was a world wind, Constance tried to seduce Sam but when he didn't give in she started to attack him, but Val had been able to strike her with an iron rod causing her to disappear. When Constance went to attack again, Sam drove the Impala into her old house, which the three then found out the reason she didn't want to go home was because of the ghost of her children. Once they got rid of her, the trio made their way back to the motel.

"I can't believe you wrecked my baby!'' Dean shouts, "It was the only way I had to, '" Sam retorts, causing Dean to groan. "I got dads journal, it was at the station and there's some stuff in here that might help us find him, '' the older Winchester says. With that the trio all climbed back into the Impala and finally made their way to South Dakota.

#jared padalecki #sam winchester #sam winchester fanfic #dean winchester #supernatural #bobby singer #castiel #family business #sam winchester smut #sam winchester x oc #about you

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i can’t get over john telling brady to jump first because he’s the senior officer. bucky doesn’t seem like the type to pull rank like ever so u can tell he only said that to keep brady safe. I ALSO CANNOT get over my little thought that brady is quite a bit younger than buck and bucky so they have a soft spot for him and all the younger guys, which is why bucky is like jump u moron! but brady admires bucky so much that he cares too much to go first 🥲

also question, i know majors are a rank above lieutenants BUT is there a hierarchy within the major rank? like when bucky was air executive, he would technically be above buck right? but now that he isn’t, are they totally equal or is there a sort of vibe (maybe not between the two of them, but amongst the lieutenants) that bucky is more of an authority figure because he was promoted to that job at a point. i also (can’t remember where) saw a clip of buck and bucky flying together (soooo cute can we get that scene!) and i know that when the majors fly in the lieutenants plane they’re lead pilot but who would it be in this case? would they just decide? i think i remember seeing it was bucky… i also think that on the missions they flew together bucky was like the lead of the whole mission while gale was the leader of his section?

ALSO SORRY FOR ALL THE QUESTIONS BUT BUT: gale refers to bucky as pacer lead while when bucky addresses his squad he says zootsuit leader. is pacer lead referring to the mission leader and zootsuit referring to the squadron leader??

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🤣 but seriously thanks for the message! You’re SO right about the dynamic of Bucky and Brady. Bucky really looks out for the guys unselfishly and cares so much. Especially if Brady and the others are younger! 😭

I’ll try to address your hierarchy questions in order. The hierarchy within a rank is based on how long people have held that rank. If two people are majors the person that has been a major longer would technically outrank the other. Not sure about Bucky as air exec but it seems he wouldn’t necessarily be above, just more of admin tasks. Any special authorities would be because of his job as more of an office boss not because of his rank. Buck and Bucky are equal rank, they were in the same Bombardment Group but they were not in the same squadron. They were each command pilots of their own squadrons. You said it exactly right that in missions a squadron would be chosen to lead the whole mission which was a combo of several squadrons, and each of those squadrons would have their own leader.

“Zootsuit” and ��pacer” leader sound like callsigns. Each squadron was assigned a code name (in Star Wars we hear “Red Leader” for example) So the lead pilots could talk to each other, in code of course, during the mission and keep everyone straight

Pilots and copilots in the aircraft on missions are easy to tell apart because command pilots always sit in the left seat and copilots sit in the right seat. Pilots can switch around as needed so it’s not like once a copilot you can only be a copilot. It’s just for whatever flight they happen to be on. We do see the guys switch around a little but for the most part they stayed in crews in their own roles. They share duties and the pilot is technically in charge but it’s not a rank thing. If someone who outranks you is your copilot you’re still technically in charge. Don’t know if that ever happened though.

Whew okay that’s all I got. Had to scrape the corners of my brain so hope that helped at all?

#thanks for the ask!#pilot stuff #masters of the air #mota

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babygirlrex0504 · 2 years ago

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Bounty

Mando and you have been working together for quite some time. However, when another bounty hunter interferes with one of your guys job, there comes a surprise that both of you don’t know how to handle it.

Warnings: Violence, swearing, blood, PTSD, Surviors Guilt, Childhood Trauma, and angst

A/N: You are a jedi, how ever our silver knight don’t know. This is also before Grogu has became a bounty/son.

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You and Mando were sent by the Creed to go to the planet Coruscant. At first you tried to convince Mando to go to the one that was on Jakuu, of course of many disagreements he won. Both of you left Nevarro quickly after getting the bounty. Which was normal occurrence with the both of you.

Mando let you walk up the ramp of Razor Crest first. He started that just a couple of weeks ago. When you both first met couple years ago he was standoffish, cold, and never truly talked. Now he makes simple conversations, not as standoffish, and more curious. You would want to say he was becoming little softer but it wasn’t even that.

Mando sat in the pilot chair as you sat in the chair next to him. Once slip space hit your visuals, yoh sat back. Coruscant. You could remember the last time you were on that nightmare of a planet, 12 was how old you were but it felt like just yesterday. Carrying force sensitive kids, running, dodging, hearing the screams, or seeing the dead bodies. Of children, masters, even the librarian. The clones you once called friends shot and burned your only known family you had.

You were on the run since and never been on the planet since. It made you nervous, throwing up everywhere nervous. Fuck Mando why didn’t he noticed the way you disagreed constantly to just move on. Stubborn Mandolorians. They are all the damn same. You worked with one before with your master back in the Clone Wars but you didn’t remember them being this stubborn.

“You’re quiet.” His modified voice rang through your ears bringing you back into reality.

At first you wanted to stay quiet and just keep staring at the blurry blue in front of you. “Just preparing is all.” You said noticing a h/c strand of hair falling in front you.

Memories. That’s all you can think of. Preparing to see the same streets different people. You pushed it back up into your bun, you needed to redo it. “Your preparing isn’t a quiet one.” He mumbled still looking forward. His tease. His poke.

You smirked and rolled your eyes. That is another thing you noticed, he was more joking towards you. It’s dry naturally but it’s still a joke. Or tease. “I am going to fix my hair before we land on the god awful city planet.”

“Why do you hate it?” Mando turned his chair right when I reached the door frame.

I froze, thinking of ways to divert it. “Where you from?”

He never told you where he came from, where he truly was from. He eventually slipped that he was a foundling but never told you about his actual home. It was the question you both asked each other but never budge. Noted, you don’t know where you were actually from but you considered Coruscant your home. “Fine.” He said turning back to the slip space movements.

You went down to the bathroom closing the door behind you with a hiss following behind it. You looked in the small mirror, your hair was a mess, baggy eyes, a busted lip finally healing. The last bounty put up a fight, how much you wanted to throw him with the force against a wall. First Mando would have seen and second you have noticed how much aggression was coming through. You have used the force around Mando without him noticing, like he can’t reach something when climbing to give him a boost. He calls you rabbit since you naturally can jump further and higher. So you have tried not to do that anymore.

You sighed and turned the sink on splashing your face. Washing the memory of your what you considered your sister fall over dead after a blaster blot went through her. Or when the child you held was breathing heavily for air. Or tripping over some higher classes padawans. Or hearing the screams and yells from both jedi and clone. Or actually killing a clone, the one you enjoyed having around when he came around.

Tap tap tap

You jumped naturally throwing you hand on your blaster. You had your sabers, they were hidden in your own compartment in the Crest. After rubbing you taught yourself how to use a blaster. Now with the force and the blaster you became pretty damn good.

“We are almost there.” Mando said walking away.

You quickly fixed your hair and stepped out. Fixing your white long sleeve shirt and throwing on your black vest on. You started grabbing your weapons that you brought on bounty runs. “How long does it to fix hair?” Mando asked as he cleaned one of his knives.

All the questions. You thought. “Well I am not bald unlike you.” You teased cleaning you blasted pistol. He just chuckled lightly on that comment. “Why all the questions Mando?” You asked after a minute or two.

It came out cold, irritated. You usually don’t act like that and Mando took note of it. At first you didn’t think he was going to answer until he cleared his throat. “Because of that.”

You snapped your head up. “Of what?”

Mando stood up to put the knife away and headed to the ladder. “Quietness. Short tempered. Short answers. Not like you cyare.”

You glared at him as he went up to help the Crest get out of slip space. “Cyare?” You whispered. You knew of the word but didn’t know what it meant. You felt the Razor Creat descending, you stood up and grabbed a scarf that would cover the lower part of your face and a hood part of the black vest.

Mando climbed down. “Coruscant aircraft officials will be looking over the Razor Crest for any damage.” When he walked up to the exit you grabbed quickly your sabers. If they were going to be looking over you had to bring them.

You stuffed them in the back of your belt compartment, big enough to fit them. You followed right him as you both walked off of the ramp, having eyes follow the both of you. Mandalorians were rare to come by these days, they were basically instinct after the Fall of Mandalore. It wasn’t not normal but right now it made you feel on edge. “Did you hear me?” Mando asked looking down at you.

“Yeah yeah yeah.” You said not knowing what he said.

He sighed loudly. “The bounty is in the lower district. Gambler. He owes money. So he will be easy to grab. Not to kill.”

“They want them alive?” You asked kind of shocked by that.

He slightly tilted his helmet, knowing that was his ‘are you kriffing joking?’ indicator the taxi came flying next to you. “Where to?” It was a Gran that spoke to Mando, as both of you clambered in.

“Moshi Bar.” He dryly responded.

You weren’t listening to the gran’s story of his life until he mentioned the Republic times. You snapped your head. “You were hear during the republic times?”

Mando looked over at you as the gran nodded. “Oh of course! What troubling times, the jedi betraying the people was the hardest thing to hear. I remembered when my ex wife gasped while watching the news broadcast the temple. Oh what a sight that was. I thought that they deserved it, betraying us like that. To overthrow the government we had. For failing us,” He paused as we came to an end of the ride. “Now with the Empire gone I don’t know if the people failed the jedi instead.”

That rang in your head. ‘People failing the jedi.’ You hopped out before hearing the gran telling you how much the pay was. Mando paying for it as he hopped out. The chip beeped slowly, meaning you were close. “He is here alright.” I said looking over at Mando who was already looking at me. “What?”

“What was that back there?” He asked looking around.

“Let’s discuss this later.” you said walking towards the bar.

Mando followed you in as you both scanned the area, people clinging drinks and yelling over the music. “There.” He pointed to the Bith sitting next to a blue tortuga.

You nodded. “How you want to do this?”

“I will go up to him and just give him the run down. Meet me at the door if it goes well and if not we’ll…”

“Come kick ass got it.” You said walking away and blending in with the crowd.

As you did so you felt uneasy, gross, sick to your stomach. You kept pushing it away knowing that it was cause you were on this fucking hell hole of a planet. Until you sensed someone else was watching you. You sighed and looked around avoiding what was supposed to be now the bounty. You finally found who was watching, a hooded figure standing in the corner. You snapped your eyes over to Mando who was still giving a shake run on Bith and the Tortuga walked away.

“Come on.” You whispered watching the hooded figure walking towards you. Fuck.

You waited until the figure came next to you. “You know love, you are worth a lot of credits alive,” You felt the knife on the side of you. “Dead isn’t as much but enough to pay a king.”

You side eyed glared at him. “I would think twice bud.” You warned having my hand on my hip.

He dug the knife into my side, just a small uncomfortable poke. You clenched your jaw, in frustration. “Or what your metal boyfriend will kill me. I am not scared of no Mandalorian.”

“I was talking about me.” You warned as you grabbed his wrist lifting it up, cutting you a bit but enough for you to break his wrist. He screamed and pulled out his blaster, firing it once.

That’s when all hell broke loose. People clamoring over each other, screaming, as they ran to the exit. You slightly used the force to shoot your bounty in the leg so he was unable to run. Mando looked down and grabbing his wrist to put handcuff on one wrist to the bolted stool.

The tholothian tried to kick your stomach but you blocked and pulled your knife out and slashed his arm. He screamed again. You then elbow his face as you threw the knife into his leg. As he knelt you pulled out your blaster pistol and aimed it at his head, he looked up with blood dripping out of his nose.

“You work for the bith?” I asked as the music died.

“Not here,” Mando came next to me. “Let’s take it outside.” He looked over at the bith who was in pain from the bolt.

“Fine.” You put the gun back quickly as you forcefully pulled the tholothian up and pushing him towards the exit.

Mando knocked the Bith out as both of dragged the both of them to a secluded alley avoiding any police. Once you threw the man on the ground you stepped on the knife digging it in more. “Do you work for the bith?” You asked again as Mando leaned against the wall behind him next to the sleeping bounty.

He chuckled. “No, I don’t work for that scum bag.”

“You said I am worth a lot of credits by whom?” I asked instead ignoring that comment.

“What?” Mando said leaning off the wall. “She is being hunted?” He said looking down at the guy.

His smile faded. “I can’t say.” He quickly said.

You rolled my eyes leaning down to pat him down, until I felt a chit. You pulled it out and it was blinking quickly making that high pitch noise. Your heart dropped. You dropped it on the ground and crushed it. Staring blankly at it.

You heard a bug thump and noticed that Mando had the guy pushed against the wall. “Who sent you?” He growled lifting him higher without his feet touching the ground.

“Honestly I don’t know, they sent another hunter to give me the job. They are very secretive about it. They say she is something that they truly needed turned in. Alive.” He explained crying at this point.

“How many credits?” You mumbled.

“What?” The tholothian asked.

“How many fucking credits.” You asked more stern.

At first he didn’t answer but after being shoved against the wall hard he nodded. “4 million credits.” He whispered.

Mando snapped his head towards you. He let him drop to the floor. “Stay,” he ordered looking and pointing down at him. The Tholothian mumbled not going anywhere. Mando walked towards you and stood close to you “Do you know why you are being hunted?” He asked whispering.

You shook your head. Lying. You can’t trust nobody, even when the empire as fallen there were still staggering members. Trying to rebuild. Anything could happen. You gulped. “No I don’t understand why I would be.”

He nodded once before looking behind him. “Whatever it is they want you big time and alive. What if the creed is the one after you?” He asked.

You thought of that already. “I could leave,” He snapped his head back to you. “I don’t want you to be forced to leave the guild if it is them.”

“You are in the creed, it’s a possibility but I would be fine to defend you. We are partners after all.” He explained briefly, his voice wasn’t the same fry to the point sound, it sounded scared? No maybe desperate. “If it was the guild we will know once we land.”

“Okay.” You whispered looking over at the guy. “What about him?”

Mando sighed. “He is a loose end.”

You nodded and pulled out your pistol before firing it. It didn’t take long to get back to the crest. No one asked questions these days about carrying unconscious and or dead people anymore. We planned on dropping the dead weight on a different planet before getting back to Nevarro.

You felt bad for lying to Mando about not telling him about being a jedi. You told him you were gonna shower before landing, making sure he wasn’t paying attention you slipped back your sabers to where they stayed in. You stared a moment at them, running a hand over one. You remembered when you went through the trial to receive the color. How it glowed for you to get it. How it chose you. You sighed having tears brim your eyes. How your master was proud. Happy. You remembered the last time you saw your master was when the alarm about an attack was happening. You never saw her after that, you knew she was dead, you felt it in the force. You knew that.

After the shower you basically were out of slip space. You sat next to Mando who was intensely staring ahead. “You would tell me if you knew right?” He asked slightly looking over.

You leaned back into the chair and nodded. “Yeah I would.”

“I don’t think they did send anyone cyare. I would hope that Greef would let us know.” He quietly said sighing after.

“Yeah,” You thought of the word cyare, he called you that again. “What does cyare mean?”

The room became very tense as you saw him freeze. It’s like you just pulled his helmet off slapped him then slammed it back on. You were about to ask again until he made a simple movement to get out of slip space to see Nevarro ahead. “Just a nickname.”

You wanted to ask more but dropped it since you had to worry about the adventure ahead. Anything can happen. You closed your eyes and saw your master in a memory. “Remember young ones,” Her voice was soft and she was smiling. It was a day to block that damn ball that shot the shock lasers. None of us did well that day. “Always expect the unexpected. The enemy is and can be one step ahead.” You opened your eyes as the Razor Crest landed.

Mando was right the guild didn’t have a problem, even though both of you were scared of that answer. Once you sat down there was a bigger puck, a puck that would change both yours and Mando’s life. The one that would bring that secret to life.

#the mandalorian x reader #mando #din djarin x y/n #din djarin x f!reader #the mandolarian #star wars #jedi reader

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katalina27ua · 1 year ago

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Перше інтерв'ю зі Стелланом Скарсґардом після виходу "Андора"

ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY: Take me back to the beginning. How was this character pitched to you?

STELLAN SKARSGÅRD: Tony Gilroy pitched it to me. He himself was a very great reason for me to take it. He pitched it and said he was going to make a story that is more real than the others. I know him and his writing, and every scene has an urgency to it. Every scene has a great tension to it. I got to read the first three or four episodes, so it was not a big question. And I said yes.

Luthen is a fascinating character. He's so driven and committed to the Rebel cause, at the expense of everything else in his life. What was it about him that you found interesting?

As an actor, it's interesting to play this guy who lives a double life and to make two different characters out of one. That was interesting for me, but he's interesting as well because he is extreme. He's like Che Guevara or the Rote Armee Fraktion in Germany or any terrorists, really. But also, as a revolutionary, he is like George Washington. So, he's got all those ingredients that make him very exciting. He has this conflict between doing the right thing and also being able to kill for the right thing.

You talked about how he lives this double life, and he really is a shape-shifter. We see him put on his wig, and he can suddenly become the shopkeeper from Coruscant. What interested you about the way he literally transforms?

Well, it was very funny. It's a great thing for an actor to do, to be able to play two characters at the same time. But I also love wigs! [Laughs] I think it's fantastic to put a wig on and be someone else.

One of my favorite moments in the season is that speech that Luthen gives, where he talks about why he does what he does. There's that incredible line about burning his life to make a sunrise he'll never see. What do you remember most from filming that scene?

I mean, of course I knew I had a speech that was very well written, and it was probably one of the best scenes in the season. And I worked on it. When we shot it, somehow I was tense. I think I said, "Let's go again, let's go again." I think I did it 10 times in a row, very fast, right on top of each other. 10 times, like "Go, go, go." And then it was good. Then, I was satisfied, and the director was satisfied.

Oh wow. It really is this intense moment.

Yeah, it was very intense.

I've spoken to Tony Gilroy and some of the cast, and they've all talked about the production design on Andor and how big the sets are. What was it like for you to walk around those sets and be in the Star Wars universe like that?

Well, I was very happy to be in that kind of Star Wars universe and not like in many films, where you're just in the world of green screens. Because it affects you physically when you have the set. You can't deny that. It was the same thing with the sets on Dune. They are physically there, these enormous sets, and you feel it in your body. You move differently. We had all of Ferrix built up as this city. It's very exciting.

Was there a day on set where you really felt like, "Oh my gosh, I'm in Star Wars?"

No, but I was happy that I had my own spaceship. I've lacked that in my career so far.

What's that like to get to pilot a spaceship? What's it like behind the controls?

[Laughs] You're like 10 years old when you sit down behind the controls. You become serious, and you turn the wheel and push the buttons and stuff. You become very silly, but it's very fun.

Tell me a little bit about working with Diego Luna on this. There are some really beautiful, intense scenes between the two of you.

He was also a reason for me to take the job. We met several years ago. We were supposed to do a film about football, but it didn't happen — not with us. It sort of broke down. So I've been waiting for him to do a film with me again. And I love the fellow. He's a true actor, and he's a true man.

I also love the scenes with you and Genevieve O'Reilly, where Mon Mothma comes to Luthen's shop. What do you remember most about filming those scenes with her?

I'm playing the Coruscant character there, which is much more flamboyant. But the first scene she entered, she came with this great limousine she has, flying in. She was much more sexy and beautiful, and she took over the space much more than I realized than she had ever done in the films. And then, of course, she has a great humor, so we had a lot of fun doing that.

There's a lot of really great actors that I met all the time there. It's so well cast. I had a lot of fun.

I know season 2 is in the works. How's that been going?

That's going great. I mean, Tony Gilroy has gone on strike, as of the first of May. He finished the scripts right on the day, and then he shut off the phone and disappeared into a picket line somewhere. So, we'll see. He claims that the [series] is director-proof and actor-proof, which means that it can't be destroyed. [Laughs] We'll see if it works.

Well, I can't wait to see what you guys have up your sleeves and where this story goes.

It'll be lovely. But I can't tell you, I'm afraid! [Laughs]

For more from Skarsgård, as well as exclusive interviews with Tony Gilroy, Diego Luna, and more, listen to EW's Star Wars podcast, Dagobah Dispatch.Lu

#Star Wars #Andor #Luthen Rael #Stellan Skarsgard #18 июня 2023

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corvuserpens · 1 year ago

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So yeah, yesterday I decided to FINALLY watched The Meg bc everyone kept saying it was a silly fun shark movie... AND THEY WERE RIGHT. It was AWESOME.

I went in expecting practically nothing, and it blew me away. The story premise is ridiculous and it totally feels like the director, actors and crew 100% knew that and embraced it! The movie never takes itself too seriously, it practically tells you to just kick back and enjoy it for what it is, which is exactly what makes it so much fun. It's an exciting comedy horror about a giant prehistoric shark in present day Earth, the CGI is dubious but the cinematography makes up for it with some great, well composed shots. For example, when Suyin is in the trench and is being attacked by a giant squid? That in itself is pretty cool imagery, but then you see the Megalodon swimming over her sub with the squid in its mouth in the gloom, illuminated from below?? WOW????

Then the characters are like, surprisingly deep? They have interesting backstories that inform us on who they are and while Jonas is the only one who gets some screen time for his Big Trauma, we later learn that Lori might have blown up a whaler ship for an environment organization and that's how she learned to pilot? And that Suyin had a tough relationship with her dad but they love each other so much that with his dying breath he tells her how proud he is, that she already surpassed him as a scientist and he hopes Meying will grow up to be just like her? And we get all of that with some very organic, short dialog or like 3-4 minute scenes, which is rare these days. Legit good writing where it is most needed, all the more sober scenes are well-acted and so immersive, the characters are so likable I ended up rooting for all of them to survive (except that billionaire whose name I didn't bother to learn, everyone else I remember except him, FUCK that guy). Even the side characters, though flat, were interesting because the actors gave them so much personality!

And, WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE'S A WHOLESOME CISHET SHIP WITH JASON STATHAM WITH VERY LITTLE SEXUAL TENSION BUT A LOT OF ROMANTIC TENSION?? WHAT IS THIS WITCHCRAFT??? Seriously, I was shipping Jonas and Suyin so hard, their interactions were adorable. How he goes from being the typical Tough Manly Man Who Is Super Competent And Punches All The Bad Guys While Wearing The Same Tough Guy Face All Movie to genuinely caring for the whole Mana One crew and respecting Suyin as an accomplished female scientist in her own right who knows what she's doing and is also brave and headstrong herself... Much 'aww'ing' was done.

Not to make this too long a rant, I love talking about movies I enjoyed, sorry, but a few other small things I liked about it: that Lori and Jonas remained good friends who care and support each other, and want the other's happiness even being divorced, we need more of that! And Dr. Heller apologizing to Jonas and meaning it for saying he was crazy and basically ruining his life (plus Jonas forgiving him in the end), definitely wanna see more of that! Jonas' friendship with Meying, THAT WAS SO CUTE, I COULDN'T GET ENOUGH OF THEM!! The gags were all genuinely funny, I was laughing through most of the movie, and the jump scares got me more than a couple of times (though that might be a fault on my part, I'm a big wussy and I am not afraid to admit it). The action is so. DUMB. But it's the kind that it's so dumb it's good, y'know?

Final note, I gotta say, let Jason actually act more because he's really good and directors keep hiring him to play a stoic emotionless hero when he can do so much more? He has impeccable comedic timing, his line delivery no matter how bonkers, always lands, he's REALLY CHARMING and y'all are wasting his potential imo. Given, I haven't really watched many of his movies after the Transporter franchise, but for example, I loved him in The Italian Job and a couple of weeks ago I started watching Homefront and I was enjoying it because he gets to play a widower with a young daughter in a new town, and now I definitely need to finish it bc I'm a sucker for father/daughter dynamics.

Anyway, yeah, if you like sharks, B-movies or just something fun to watch that will make you laugh, go watch The Meg. It's good enough to convince me to go watch the sequel next August. Can't wait!

#the meg #a crow's rants

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cxrsedboo · 1 year ago

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so i’ve done a thing-

i can’t remember how long its been since ive done an art trade holy moly but WE DID IT WOOO!!

other half of this image belongs to @toasthoneyandstardust and their art account @graveyardtoast go check them out! <3

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INTRODUCING MY VOLTRON FORCE OC COSMO!

my little historian ♡

one things for sure this dudes not flying anything, so don’t worry about him replacing anybody. he’s not interested in piloting the lions nor is he qualified to do so with his (very) poor eyesight, take off his glasses and he’s as blind as a bat. though he doesn’t rely on just his sight to see so be mindful of that before going ahead and calling the dude blind, he has ears for a reason and a very heightened sense of smell— even if his nose has a gigantic scar on it.

cosmo’s not a fighter or flier but instead a researcher! he thrives in studying arusian history and the foundation of voltron and was very upset in episode 19, 5 forged, where he learned that nobody took photos or any notes for him to go off of during their visit with the blacksmith. anything that you need to know about the lion’s history in full detail, he’ll know and will be more than willing to share what he’s learned with you (as long as you pay attention). he’s more than happy to step up and teach the cadets a few lessons about arus and more details about every lion like their ups and downs along with their strengths and what you should avoid when flying each individual lion. though.. his first classes with said cadets were a bit messy, it took a week for cosmo to fully convince daniel and vince that he was in fact older than the both of them with a whopping 10 years difference (he’s 26) despite… the fact that he’s shorter than all the cadets combined (5’6).

(its canon in the 30th anniversary book that daniel and vince are 5’8 and larmina 5’9, and along with all of them being 16)

not to mention his first meeting with each of the cadets individually was certainly something special. cosmo was born on earth but had arusian parents and when he was the right age, moved back to arus determined to study its culture and customs. where better to start than none other than with the queen of arus right? he met larmina first on his way to the castle and was greeted with a rather.. rude demeanor, as she assumed he was studying her customs for evil intentions or him being a spy of some sort. he met allura shortly after that who felt the same way if not a little more respectful than her neice. cosmo struggled with convincing the two that his intentions were completely pure and he was studying merely because it was his degree and that he enjoyed their customs and thought everyone else should but eventually time passed and the two ladies grew fond of 21 year old cosmo for his passion of their culture and his understanding of voltron’s legacy continuing to grow. and after some time, they introduced him to the rest of the pilots and gave him the title of their official historian along with a job to work alongside with them. though he preferred his identity and job to be almost hidden from the public as it was easier to work. after 5 years had passed and voltron was back in the public’s eye again, daniel and vince were brought into the force and met cosmo late at night wandering the castle halls carrying a box of artifacts he was looking to study the rest of the night… and ultimately tried to ambush the poor guy thinking he was an intruder. they learned the following morning that he was in fact NOT an intruder and was their official history teacher and when cosmo informed the other pilots about that night— hunk and keith agreed that the duo would be on latrine duty for the following week for the inconvenience.

he’s very calm and collective but also very optimistic and cheerful to those around him. he never once talks down anyone for their quirks or actions and instead chooses to deal with things in a more “logicial” way. even though he doesn’t like flying the lions, he still is suited for doing so in case of emergencies even with his poor eyesight. he regularly spends his time in his library or his room but sometimes he can be seen helping hunk and pidge from the sidelines while they work on maintaining the lions or discussing missions with keith and lance— even if all they do sometimes is argue.

he’s voiced by l lawliet from death note, loves the color purple, and regularly spends time with none other than anya (owned by toast) our lovable royal advisor ♡

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tobiasdrake · 1 year ago

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At last, the secret lab. Allegedly.

Honestly, yeah. Yes, please. Give me one of your masks. If the goal is to sell the illusion that I'm your private secretary, that's all we need. Someone sees me walking around in a Makoto mask, they will assume "Weird Makoto Thing" and pay me no further mind.

That's brilliant. Do that.

At the very least, a change of clothes would be good. I didn't think about this before we got here but Yuma's still wearing the Standard Master Detective Uniform. It's easy to forget 'cause all the Master Detectives are mavericks who screw the rules and dress how they please. But to anyone who knows the WDO, these clothes are a neon sign that reads "MASTER DETECTIVE".

This is like going undercover in a Galactic Empire base, but wearing your white/orange Rebel Alliance Pilot jumper while you do it.

Ooo, maybe there's a murder to solve.

Which. I. Should not. Solve. While I am undercover as a not-murder-solver...

...

But... mystery....

Maybe it's Halara. Maybe this is the same Restricted Area somehow, and now they're halfway through trashing the entire Peacekeeper army to find evidence of malfeasance.

They'd need to get past the biometric scanner to get here, but it's Halara. Remember that time they successfully drew a floor map of a place they'd never visited before? Halara could glare sternly at the biometric scanner, and the scanner would blink and give them a green light.

Yeah, I was thinking that too, Shinigami. The both of us being here at the same time may not be directly related but it's unlikely to be entirely coincidental.

It's okay. We go in, we see what's up, maybe high-five the intruder if they are who I think they are. Everything is fine.

Everything is not fine. We are doomed. This is the worst possible scenario that could ever have occurred. Yuma, why didn't you take the mask when it was offered!?

Going straight into business mode and pretending I'm not even here. Completely ignoring the elephant in the room. That's certainly a choice, Makoto, but I'm not sure if Yomi will go for it.

Makoto strongly implying that Yomi's presence here is suspicious. Would Yomi descend from his ivory tower to catch some burglar?

...

I mean. He sure does descend from his ivory tower to chase after us a whole lot, so this doesn't seem that OOC for him. Though that could be my bias talking, as he's taken a personal interest in our organization specifically.

So maybe it is OOC for Yomi to care about a break-in, but not if it's a WDO-related break-in. Which. If it's Halara. Then.

He's weaseling so hard to get me into that crime scene and I have no idea where he's going with this. I can feel the play being made but cannot for the life of me fathom what maneuvers it will involve.

If you have to tell people that you're charismatic then that's a tacit admission that you're not very charismatic. It's one of those things that can't be self-diagnosed.

Power and numbers, I'll grant you. He's got four armed men with guns while Makoto's got one out-of-place Junior Detective struggling not to pee himself.

Ooo, appealing to Yomi's ego. Yomi is the Scar to Makoto's Mufasa. Putting pride on the line and offering him a chance to prove he's better than Makoto is a genius play.

Yomi has no practical reason to accept Makoto's offer. But Yomi is not a practical man. He's jealous, spiteful, and desperate for validation. How could he possibly resist a dick-measuring contest against the central focus of his ire?

Weird name for a guy who only KO'd a couple guards. I would have expected a Slaughter Artist to. Y'know. Slaughter.

Also, fantastic job subtle-interrogating Yomi there, Makoto. An effective technique for extracting information is to avoid asking questions and instead make false statements. People love to correct people. It's reflexive. If you assert something that's wrong, you're more likely to get a right answer in response than if you merely asked about it in the first place.

Ask someone, "What's John's role?" and he'll tell you to eat shit. But tell him, "We nabbed your boss John," and he might go, "Fuck you, John's a glorified delivery guy. He just moves supplies. You dumbasses think I answer to JOHN?"

Makoto isn't doing that, but what he is doing is that-adjacent. He's playing civil and offering Yomi opportunities to bark information at him. Playing on their rivalry to make Yomi uncooperatively forthcoming with information about the situation taking place.

He's a corporate arms manufacturer so I'm not surprised he's made some deadly enemies. So now we have another serial murderer targeting corporate assholes for retaliation.

Clearly, Fink the Slaughter Artist must be Halara. :P

Okay but why tho. Why send a letter to the cops going, "Hey cops, I'm going to be coming to kill one of your cop scientists soon so you better CLOSE RANKS!"

The existence of this letter is extremely suspicious. A hitman who calls the police to report on himself does not sound like a very good hitman to me.

Just like that, Yomi's snared in the psychological trap Makoto laid for him. He's so eagerly chomping at the bit to prove how much smarter he is than Makoto that he completely forgot he was going to have Yuma dragged away and waterboarded.

This is what a master class in manipulation looks like.

...oh, yeah, I guess he landed that too. Master class in manipulation. This is unsettling, in fact. Makoto, did you hire Fink to break in for the express purpose of providing us with this smokescreen?

...

Hold on. Breaking into a secret government lab. Conspiracies wheeling within conspiracies. Searching for secrets related to homunculi. Out-of-control serial killer running amok. Something about this scenario seems familiar.

...

No, I can't place it. Must have been my imagination. Anyways, let's go see if we can hunt down Barry the Chopper before Yomi does.

#master detective archives: rain code #drake plays rain code

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merciful-cupid · 1 year ago

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I don't think Fyodor is really dead.

It was too easy, too fast. The man is smarter than that.

Yes, he was impaled, poisoned and he exploded in a helicopter. We saw only his arm, though. Conveniently there for people to see, in fact (even if, honestly, the counterargument to this might that Dazai didn't have the resources to dig through the debris to find Fyodor's body, Chuuya is quite literally there, and he could lift everything up with his ability technically. They just didn't bother to check. And I'll mention that as a mistake on their part, whether Fyodor is dead or not)

What if I told you, that I don't think Nikolai would've stood there doing nothing. The guy is clearly attached to Fyodor in some way; they're halves of the same coin.

Yes, Nikolai wanted Fyodor dead but he wanted to also kill him. He wanted to do the job himself. While technically, Dazai wound up to be the one causing him an injury that like a domino effect escalated to him being impaled by the vampire pilot.

Nikolai most likely wouldn't be pleased with Fyodor's death alone. Again, he wants to kill him. He wants to be free of that part of himself that feels and can connect to people, the part that reminds him of his humanity, so he can truly "be free", and Fyodor is an obstacle to that, as he makes him feel empathy and vice versa. Even then, would he feel really free if Fyodor's death was put in action by something else he couldn't control? In a way that he could never be totally sure he was actually dead, something that he'd probably prefer to check for himself?

All this to say that Nikolai saved Fyodor. And here's (probably) how.

What's most certain is that if he were to save him, he'd use his ability (that I'll just mention as "The Overcoat" to avoid repetition). The Overcoat allows Nikolai to manipulate the space around him, in a range of about 30 meters (I'm not well versed in imperial measurements, I'm sorry). His cloak, specifically, is connected to a pocket dimension, about 30 meters of vertical range. Mind you, he could store a whole telephone pole in it.

Remember when Nikolai "severed" Atsushi's leg? It's very possible he could've done that to Fyodor. He could've just went the extra mile and actually severed it himself (unlike what he did to Atsushi, which was just getting his leg stuck in the ground and stabbing it quite happily), to appear as bait for Dazai and Chuuya (and everyone else) to really think he was dead, that his body exploded and his parts were mangled (not to mention the trick he pulled when he was sawed in half, as he explained to Sigma, or when he transfers his arms around). While, again most likely, the rest of Fyodor's body was transferred by Nikolai in The Overcoat's pocket dimension right before the explosion hit him (fatally; also, the light on the side of the screen could be interpreted as both the fire's light and Nikolai's portal, which mind you is golden in color), in which he most likely would have enough room to be in, and in which we also have reason to believe the pocket dimension is a bend of both space and time, meaning time is essentially either nonexistent or stopped in it (think of an explosive. He might be able to transfer the explosive to the pocket dimension right before it hits him and detonates. To then release it when he wants to, detonating it outside of a range that could injure him) Fyodor's body might be in some kind of stasis, that keeps him temporarily still alive. Nikolai might as well just travel away from Meursault and release Fyodor in a safe place where he can possibly get another antidote and his wounds tended to. In the meanwhile, whatever grand plan has been going on, someone else will carry it on Fyodor's behalf I'm sure.

I'd talk about Fyodor's last words as well ("Eli Eli lama sabacthanhi/My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me") and how it might just be Fyodor calling help to Nikolai in a code phrase/allegoric/metaphoric kind of fashion, but I'll let it be a topic for someone else to delve into and analyze, as I'm not too fond of discussions about religion, they make me rather uncomfortable.

Yes, both Fyodor and Nikolai looked genuinely taken by surprise at one point at least, but how is that different from Dazai and Chuuya's game of pretend just moments before them? Fyodor is known to be manipulative, and so is Dazai. Nikolai himself tends to be rather dishonest. While Nikolai might've actually been caught by surprise no doubt, thinking the same if Fyodor makes me feel rather silly, after all he's done with a smug face. Or maybe he really didn't expect this, and just put his hopes on Nikolai wanting to save his death for himself and only him. Or again, who wouldn't be surprised after being straight up impaled? Dazai very loudly complained when Chuuya shot him in the shoulder, after all.

See, it's hard to analyze them right now. They're fictional characters and you could virtually make them think and do anything, especially when these characters are both morally grey, acute thinkers and master manipulators. It's difficult to distinguish from genuine reactions and calculated responses with these characters. Of course, we also don't have enough information right now either, seen the manga chapter corresponding to episode 11 will be released in October and the anime itself won't update most likely for a few years. We just have to wait for more content to make better judgements, now we're just stuck to speculation, and mine certainly is a lot of speculation.

This is just my theory, stitched together after reading other people's thoughts and theories on the matter. It's definitely not perfect and I most likely forgot important information that could recontextualize everything I said or straight up deny it, I'm not omniscient or Asagiri. But maybe some people other than me will appreciate it enough, maybe add onto it or straight up correct me. :]

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd spoilers #bsd meursault #bsd anime #bsd dazai #bsd fyodor #bsd nikolai #bsd theories #bsd season 5 #bsd s5

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knightyoomyoui · 2 years ago

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The 1% Of Chances | TWICE Jeongyeon x M Reader Fanfic : CHAPTER 1

Welcome to my first Jeongyeon x Male Reader book! I hope you guys will like this story that I attempted to make after days of deciding whether I should do it or not. For the reads and votes that this book would get, I gave to all of you already my deepest gratitude for supporting my work. Now, here's the pilot chapter of my 12-chaptered book. Enjoy reading everyone!

"Alright, you can now leave Mr. YN. Rest assured that I will send you an update after I fully review these including our interview today.", the owner of the establishment said to you while compiling all of your papers he seperated each just to take a look at each of its contents. "Understood, sir. Thank you so much.", you bowed in respect to respond on his statement. He gave you a timid smile before you left your gaze at him and stepped outside his office and the building. You came here to pass some copies of your personal documents that were included on their requirements in search for their new worker to take on their vacant position. And as the guy who is currently desperate to look for an available, still continuing and keeping your hopes high despite being rejected by multiple companies now including taking a time to find another one whether around inside or outside of your area in Seoul, South Korea.

Stumbling to this one, you unhesitantly attempted to try this one; not minding what type of job it is. The only thing that matters to you anyways is so that you could use this job to help yourself survive into this word and maintain your personal life average, whilst figuring out also how to improve and reach the best limit you could ever get that can enable you to help others too who are inspiring to do the same thing as you. Here you are who just finished the interview that was set up by the boss to atleast get a glimpse of your personality and hear to you loud and clear on how can you possibly assured that you'll help and contribute to the changes of the business to make you perfectly fitted for the role, you are now standing outside the building; sighing deeply in relief both in relief and nervousness. Relieved because your meeting is done, nervous is because you don't know if the higher one will accept or reject your application. While you were waiting, you decided to just push aside your overthinking to the back of you head and chose to calm yourself a bit knowing that so far you don't have any huge errands to rush for a couple of days. Before you were even about to hop onto your motorcycle, your phone beeped; stealing your attention. You picked it up, seeing the contact profile of your friend named Somin flashed on the screen. You answered the call by swiping to the green call button. "Hey, what's for the call?", you spoke as your placed the phone near to your ear. "Yo, YN. Where you at right now?" "Outside the building I applied for a job, why?" "Oh, the interview was today? How is it?" "It's fine. The stuttering were atleast controlled and somehow the boss looked convinced on some of my answers to his questions. But that doesn't mean I have to complacent you know? Still, these thoughts of failing to get employed is making my nerves tensed." "Well that sounded good still and also you were right. Just look at the positive side, man. Enough or not enough, you showed to him that you can be very useful anyways." "Same point we're sharing then. That's what i'm doing right now, taking some cool off." "By the way, uhh what time are we going tomorrow?" You remembered your plan because of what he said, causing you to frown immediately. "9 in the morning is fine, man." "Alright. Time flies, doesn't it? I don't intend to ruin your mood but... I know you have the similar expression of mine that it still disbeliefs me. Hasn't it been 2 years already?" He was right, and the truth got your heart even sank deeper at the heavy weight of the sorrow you feel. It's been 2 years since you lost the only remaining special one in your life. The only woman who fought till the end just to stay by your side... even if it costs her life due to her unselfishness. And you both love and hate her so much for that. But even if you argue with her over and over again about that, you know she'll win always. She loves you so much and that love is your weakness. Which was her strength but... fate went upside down as it was instead the one who pushed her to the risk of disappearing forever. It was never easy for you every single day when you'd think about it. "Y-yeah. It feels like yesterday when we attended her funeral.", you answered with your voice getting rough a bit due to your force of not wanting to sob already and instead save your tears for another day. But having the observative friend you have, he didn't failed to let it pass as he got aware that the reality still stabs you straight in the feels. "Sorry if I just said it man. I know it stinged you a lot but hey, feel free to let it all out tomorrow. You know I'll be there always to console you, man." "Thanks, Somin." "No biggie." "I gotta go now dude, I still have to buy some flowers and candles to bring for her resting place before I go home." "Sure, have a safe way home okay?" "Got it.", you replied before the call ended. You placed back your phone in your pocket before riding your motorcycle and revved its engine to have you transported onto your next planned destination. Minutes later, you bought some pieces of lilies and carnation flowers to a floral shop along with some pleasant smelled candles to bring with you to the cemetery where you'll be placing it in front of her tombstone to gift on it atleast on the anniversary of her passing. You then crossed the street and entered a fast food chain next to buy some take-over food as your dinner for tonight. Just a combo of coke, two layered burger, two pieced chicken with a rice and lastly a fries were effective immediately to make your starve and crave for it to be eaten. So you went back to your vehicle and drove instantly in the middle of the road ahead to your sweet home. One of the streets made you stop driving as you got to follow the red light to allow the bypassers to cross the road through the pedestrian lane. In the midst of waiting patiently, your music 's volume shrinked on your earbuds when a notification appeared on your phone. Opening it, you learned that it came from the K-Pop girl group you stan the most, which is TWICE. They just released their concept photos for their upcoming 2nd English Single titled "Moonlight Sunrise" which was labeled also as their pre-released English Track.

It made you ooh-ed in fascination and awe as you got to see the individual photos of the unnie line who are slated as the Batch 1 of their scheduled releasing of concept photos for today. You figured that tomorrow would be the middle line's turn next and the day after would be lastly the maknae line's. After you gave a heart react and shared the post of Nayeon's concept photo, it took you a bit long to head quickly to Momo because there was something that had you abruptly halt on your hand movement. You ended up in a stare with the concept photo of your bias and your huge celebrity crush, Yoo Jeongyeon who looks absolutely damn gorgeous and deadly attractive with her short bob-cut black hair which is definitely your favorite and top-tier haircut look of all time from her. It reminisce you of Feel Special where she had that look first before, and successfully caught your attention that led you today on being a die-hard ONCE and her as your bias without further picking. You smiled widely and shrieked in victory that she returned this look again which made you extremely assured that you'll be loyal even more to her because of this era. "Oh myt God, I really have to prepare my heart and soul for their comeback. She's going to snatch it again and make it hers as usual.", you muttered to yourself. After you finished heart reacting Momo's next, the green light was lit to give you and the other drivers an access to continue driving. The next day, you woke up from the irritating sound of your alarm to inform you that you have to start such a big day today. You groaned at the stretching of your body before you stood up from the bed and fix your bedsheet. The morning routine began as you stepped into the kitchen, making your breakfast for this morning. Afterwards, the preparation for yourself is near to be accomplished as you wore both pair of your shoes one last time before checking yourself in the mirror about how you look. Satisfied enough that you atleast look like a civilized and modernized human being, you left your house then locked it and rode your motorcycle to drive away to the location you're suppose to visit. You stepped inside the JYP Entertainment building after parking your ride at their provided lot, greeting the receptionist courteously. "Uhh hello and good morning miss. I'm here for Mr. Jinyoung Park or I guess I could say JYP himself." "Hello and good morning to you too, sir. Are you perhaps the one that Mr. JYP informed me that he had to meet with an intern today?" "I guess you can say it like that." "Just a sec, sir. I'll just have to call Mr. JYP to alert him of your appearance." She then went on to talk on the telephone where she dialed the number of his boss to call him. It didn't lasted longer as she dropped it right away once the short talk ended. "Sir, you may now proceed to meet him." "Ok thanks. Uhm, wait... where is exactly his office miss?" "Go to the elevator to reach the 3rd floor than walk over the hallway. His office is just after the Prince Recording Room, the one with the gray colored door." "Thank you very much, miss." "You're welcome. Welcome once again to JYP Entertainment!" You followed what the lady receptionist said and now, you were standing in front of what it seemed to be the place you are about to enter and meet him personally. Providing some couple of inhale and exhale to compose yourself, you directed to create 3 knocks on the door before speaking up to signal your presence. "Uhm Mr. JYP, it's me. The intern." "Come in!", you heard the muffled sound of his command from the inside of the room. You obliged, opening the door which revealed the owner of this agency, the legendary and the one and only "Asiansoul" of K-Pop himself, Jinyoung Park aka JYP who is signing some papers in his desk. Along with him was a woman wearing all black attire, sporting a short hair with a nicely trimmed bangs, sitting in one of the guest chairs as she makes herself comfortable. All of their pair of eyes connected at you which made you shy and nervous at the same time when you stepped inside the room. "Mr. LN, great to finally see you.", JYP stood up from his seat and offered you his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you too, sir.", you accepted the handshake and returned back the greeting. "Before we start, I would like to introduce you to another one who's with us right now in my office. Sadness?", JYP glanced at the woman in front of him. "So you're YN? Annyeong, i'm Kim Nayeon or call me Sadness-noona instead as my nickname. I figured that you'll have to use the honorific noona because based from your application, well it does seem that you're younger than me. Nice to meet you, by the way." "Oh... okay, nice to meet you too noona." "Okay now that we're done on the introductions, YN you may now take a seat.", you followed JYP's command, sitting at the spare chair in front of Sadness. "This won't be along but the reason I want to gather us together here for some short meeting is to first.... congratulate you for taking the spot as part of Division 3's managemant team. And I assume that you don't know who's group you'll be assigned for, aren't you?" "Yes, JYP-nim." "You will be under TWICE's staff team. As their head manager who's tasked to keep an eye and manage the whole group while being the leader of the team, that means you'll be sent to duty as a manager for ONE of the members in the group.", Sadness took the cue to speak next. You were shocked to know that you'll get to have working very closely with none other than the group you're hugely stanning since day one. This just feel so surreal of you. You tried to maintain your fanboying as you have to priroitize being professional and dedicated for your job at the moment. "And may I ask who is it, noona?", you asked in curiosity. "Don't worry, YN. You'll meet her later.", JYP assured you. "Now that we're done to the second reason, let's get it on to the last one which is for me.... as the owner of the company who only wants nothing more but for the safety and the best not only of my artists' experience in and out of my company but also for my employees around here working diligently, I want you to promise me one thing that you will be true to your words of what you told me back in the interview to impress me more. Be a dedicated and a trustworthy worker to his job, please." "And also, give us your word that you swear to assist, guide and guard the girls at all costs, especially to that one particular member JYP-nim and I has placed you with. They are the gem of JYPE who's career has never failed to make the company and also the fans who love them so much be proud of them for what they accomplished in the industry", Sadness continued JYP's words. "You have my word, JYP-nim and Sadness-noona. I swear that I will do my best to work hard for them mostly for that specific one like my life depends on it. I have to be honest, I am one of their fans and a part of the ONCE fandom so yeah, I'm just the same as what my fellow ONCEs and you guys also want the most for the girls... and being very lucky to grab the opportunity to work here in JYPE under their team, I'm here to give action to all of it." JYP and Sadness looked at each other, giving each other a nod and a smile as they were very impressed at your motivated spirit. "Well, that's more like it. I consider it already that you'll be very serious and committed then.", JYP chuckled which made you sheepishly smile. "Let's not waste the precious time, you two can go now so that Mr. LN here can finally start his first work today. Congratulations and welcome to JYP Entertainment again, YN.", he offered again his free hand which you quickly caught it for another handshake. "Thank you so much again for this opportunity, I'll do everything not to let you down, sir and you too noona.", you said to them. Sadness understood and agreed also at your words as she also made handshake with you. You and Sadness sent goodbye to JYP and left his office. You followed and walked with her until both made their way out to the building and went to the parking lot where the van you and her would be riding to is now waiting for them to carry on. After opening the slide door, you and Sadness sat alongside together inside the van as the driver operated the wheels and passed the surroundings of Seoul. The ride ended when the driver slowed down the speed and stopped in front of a large expensive looking dormitory building located in Cheongnam-dong. The guards allowed the van to enter the area before finally parking in one of the vacant slots. You and Sadness exit as both made its way up to the 12th floor where the exact location of the room is.

"How are your doing so far? You ready for your first day?", Sadness asked you as she looked at you. "Still nervous and processing that this is actually happening but yeah, I'm ready.", you gave a smile. Sadness went on to elicit a press on the doorbell then opened the intercom to let the device scan her face and even you who are both standing in front of the door. In just a moment, the door swung open by one of the occupants of the dorm. Jsut as when you had a sight of the stupendous figure of a woman in front of you, your senses went temporarily stopped and had your eyes wide open in surprise. Her eyes connected at first on Sadness before it switched next on yours who observed the entire features observingly at the unfamiliar individual standing next on her nice noona. "Hi, Sadness noona..., oh who's this? Is he..." "Yup.", Sadness answered already as she cut the idol's obvious question. She gestured at you next as if she's presenting you who is still in immense disbelief with the reveal you witnessed. "YN, here it is. The answer to your question earlier. You're assigned as the new manager for her, meet Yoo Jeongyeon of TWICE."

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