#also please PLEASE let us see Beckett again

[newtafterdark]

Hi, hello, I feel so normal about the "Bloodlines 2" trailer that happened a couple of hours ago, but to which I literally just woke up to!

For one, I am glad to see the project still kicking against all odds. Do I believe it will come out at the end of next year as promised though? I am hopeful, but after the development hell it was in, I am not trusting that just yet.

I am going to be as transparent about my thoughts as I can possibly be when I say this - I am sure that every single person who was part of making this thing a reality, from years ago until now, poured their heartblood into it. I am genuinely so thankful for them and send my love and appreciation out to all of them.

But I know in my heart of hearts that it will be just as clunky and wonky as Bloodlines 1. And that's GOOD! Yes, I could be the kinda guy who only wants a perfect game - but I am Bloodlines fan. I thrive between janky combat, bad pathing and broken puzzles. Genuinely, I am just glad that despite all odds this thing, that so many people wanted to make on the gamedev side of things for decades, is finally happening.

And I can not wait to come up with my personal fella to walk through Seattle's streets in those long-awaited nights. 🦇

[bettyfrommars]

I'm on Fire

Chapter 2: Edgy and Dull

biker!Eddie Munson x fem!artist!reader

🚨18+ONLY, mature themes, eventual smut, mention of poverty, mention of hard times at home, alcohol consumption, smoking, some physical violence, cheating (not on reader), angsty situation, I'm not sure what else to put here, please let me know if I missed something. Word count: 4.4k

Series Masterlist Playlist

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“Sometimes it’s like someone took a knife, baby, edgy and dull, and

cut a six-inch valley through the middle of my skull”

“You know that saying, ‘shit happens and then you die’?” You had your headphones around your neck, makeup done, but only your sweats and ratty t-shirt on as you walked through the kitchen. “Shouldn’t it be, ‘shit happens and then you live’? Cause that just feels more accurate.”

Your roommate Katie had the day off, and she was reading a book in the love seat by the window, but you had to be at work by 2 to get ready for the gallery opening.

“I think we should get the latter one tattooed on us,” Katie responded, her eyes never leaving the pages of her book.

It had just occurred to you, only moments earlier, that you were missing an earring. Not a big deal, they weren’t expensive or anything, but you didn’t want to step on it in your bare feet or find out that your cat Charlie ate it by accident. You tossed your bed and couldn’t find it, and later you were on your hands and knees going through the carpet with your fingers when Katie brought her book down so that just her eyes were showing over the top.

“You lose your dignity again?”

“Yes, but also,” you stood up with a sigh, brushing yourself off. “I lost the pair to those silver hoops I always wear. Oh well,” you were running late, per usual, and getting distracted with the chore of looking for an insignificant piece of your jewelry was not helping.

You just didn’t want to go into work, that was the problem. You got dressed listening to Supernova by Liz Phair, and then you had to go into the third bedroom you used as a studio to grab something, and the three works in progress sitting there glaring back at you made you pause. The irony of it was, you'd started working at the gallery to be closer to the art world, but you worked so much, you rarely had time to paint. It was the definition of madness.

“See you at 5:30,” you called to Katie as you walked out the door. You were both suckers for any event that offered free snacks and booze. “Oh and please check Charlie’s food dish before you leave. Okayloveyoubye.”

As you approached your car where it was parked at the curb, your eyes locked on the brand new, passenger side tire, and you couldn’t help but think about the hands that put it there. You had a flashback of his smile, the way his mouth moved when he talked, the way the back of his hand grazed your knee when he was reaching for the CB. You had experienced an instant familiarity that didn’t make any sense to you.

You know what else didn’t make sense? You forgetting your keys inside because you’d be shit out of luck trying to get your car started without them. Also, you still had your slippers on.

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The sign in the window of Moon River Gallery announced the showing of original paintings and sculpture by Anna Stavros and Beckett Miller, and you were setting up the beverage table when the owner of the gallery, Judith, showed up. She only came for the events, to mingle and show off to her friends, but she wasn’t one to lend a hand, and she was never available when you had questions. In some ways, it was nice, because you could take care of the space and the other employees without too much micro-managing, but when she did show up---it was always emotionally taxing.

“You’re not wearing that today, are you?” Judith asked you, the sides of her mouth jerking down, her brows clenching together.

What you had on was similar to what you always wore at the gallery; it was simple and classic so that the customers and clients could focus on the artwork and not on you. But, it wasn’t cashmere or Ralph Lauren, and Judith was an honest to god snob. If she knew that most of your clothes were bought second hand at thrift stores, she’d have a stroke right in the middle of the showroom floor.

You looked down at yourself. “Um, yes. Yes I am,” even though you knew what you had on was fine, her comment still made you self-conscious and you crossed your arms over your chest.

You walked the floor with Judith to show her how you set everything up, and to give her an idea of how many had already RSVP’d. You were looking down the list of confirmed clients when a name toward the bottom caught your eye.

...Charlene Gregson & guest….

A few guests arrived early and Judith went over so that they could sing their praises to her. You caught the eye of one of your helpers, Jeffery, and waved him over, mouthing for him to meet you around the back of the stairs.

“Hey,” you brushed a piece of hair off of your face. “First of all, you’re doing great. The artist statements look amazing. But also, are you the one who took the confirmation for Charlene Gregson? I don’t remember her being on the original list.”

At first, Jeffery looked worried, like maybe had done something wrong, but then he softened and got a little flustered. “It’s one of Judith’s friends, they know each other from the country club.”

Judith was supposed to run all of the invites by you, so that you could be prepared, but she usually just expected you to read her mind.

“Do you know who the guest she’s bringing is?” You ask, thinking it would be her husband, and how you were curious to get a good look at both of them.

At the front of the gallery, Judith had her arms wide, taking bold credit for how everything was set up.

Jeff inched closer and whispered. “You’re going to love this. Apparently, she has a bodyguard that she takes with her to events.”

You turned to Jeff with your mouth open, assuming it was a joke, a permanent look of surprise frozen on your face, and it made him stifle a laugh.

The two of you stepped further to the side, behind one of the dividers. “A bodyguard?” You repeated what he just said, thinking maybe you got it wrong. “Is she running for president of the United States or something?”

“It’s so strange, right?” Jeff looked to see where Judith was and then kept talking. “The rumor is, she was robbed at gun point a few months ago, and ever since then, she’s been paying a member of the Coffin Kings to be her driver and her bodyguard whenever her husband is away.”

You held your breath at Coffin Kings. Wasn’t that the motorcycle gang rumored to have a clubhouse at Munson’s Garage?

“Did you get the name for this body guard by chance?” You had a weird feeling, but passed it off as sampling too much of the pre-packaged deli cheese.

“No, I’m sorry,” Jeffery looked so sad, like he had just let you down in the biggest way.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, “ you patted his arm, and then noticed that Judith was beckoning for you. “We’ll find out soon enough anyway.”

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Soon enough came exactly 42 minutes later.

You were in the middle of explaining the nuances and inspirations for a large mixed media piece by the artist Anna Stavros for a handful of people when Jeffery scooted up to your side and took your arm, whispering, “she’s here,” into your ear and, rightfully so, you completely lost your train of thought.

You excused yourself from the group, and asked one of the other employees to refill their wine glasses---because drunk people buy more art.

The gallery floor was packed. There was an art walk happening on the entire street, so some of them came and went, but a few were lifers who only bought art from Judith because of her family name.

You followed Jeffery around so that you could have a clear view of the front door and, there she was: tall, blonde, and tan. She was probably in her late thirties; she had a face like Bridget Fonda with the body and style of Sharon Stone.

You gulped.

But you choked on your own saliva and started to cough when you saw Eddie out on the sidewalk waiting for her, smoking a cigarette. Turns out, your gut had been right; it hadn’t been the cheese after all.

He looked...really good. He had on a black leather jacket, heavy with buckles and zippers, on over a button down dress shirt that was undone all the way to the middle of his chest, allowing the hint of several tattoos to peak out. He wore black jeans with boots, and his hair was down, long passed his shoulders. It was kinda messy and curly and you wanted to touch it.

“10 out of 10 would let the bodyguard bend me over in a dark alley,” Jeff said in your ear, and you silently agreed.

You turned to say something else to Jeff, but just then a guest touched his arm and engaged him in conversation.

You made a beeline through the crowd to introduce yourself to Charlene, but Katie intercepted you breathlessly. “I know I’m late, I’m so sorry, I took a nap and I didn’t set the alarm and---”

“It’s okay,” you tell her. You’re not looking at her though, your eyes are on Charlene who has now gone over to talk with Judith. “I’m glad you made it. Here, have my wine. Eat all of the shrimp you want. I’ll be right back.”

You watched through the front windows as Eddie sucked on his cigarette, hooked one thumb into his front belt loop, and leaned back against the lamp post at the edge of the sidewalk. You took another look around you, and then grabbed a beer from the ice bucket at the beverage table and headed out.

“Did you come to take my tire back?” You called out to him as you stepped from the threshold and started to close the distance between the two of you.

He threw you a dirty look at first, but then recollection dawned, and he offered not a smile so much as little quotations appearing on each side of his mouth. He straightened, sliding his back up the lamp post and flicked his cigarette.

“Well, well, well,” he jerked his chin at you. “Fancy meeting you here.”

“You’re on my turf now, buddy,” you said, spreading your arms wide after glancing over your shoulder to make sure no one could see you from the window. “Thirsty?” You asked, extending the beer to him.

“How did you know what kind of beer I drink?” He asked with a few creases in his forehead, appraising the can as you handed it to him.

You shrugged. “It’s the beer I like, so, I guess that means you have good taste.”

Eddie looked tired. You noticed the dark circles under his eyes right away, and even though he put on a good, tough front, you could tell that he hadn’t slept well in days, maybe weeks. He dropped the butt of his cigarette to the sidewalk and crushed it with the toe of his boot as he cracked the can and took a swig.

The sidewalk was narrow and you pressed your back against the brick wall of the building across from him, allowing other art walk people to pass by as you talked.

He waited for a few pedestrians to pass by before he spoke to you again. “So, you’re gonna make me drink alone?”

“I’m on the clock,” you tilted your head, placing your hands behind your lower back so that your fingers grazed the brick behind you. “One of those beers and I won’t be able to stop.”

“I’d like to see that,” he said under his breath, putting his lips against the rim of his beer for another drink, trying is best to contain another grin.

“Wait,” he seemed to catch something a bit later than you gave it. “You work here? At this gallery?”

You could see that his face was a genuine mix of being shocked and impressed. His eyes shifted to the door a few times, and you wondered---was there also a hint of worry there? Fear that Charlene would come out and see him talking to you?

“I suppose you could call what I do work,” you returned, flippantly. “I can’t change a tire or do what you do, that’s for sure.”

“You don’t even own a tire,” he teased.

“Hey, that’s not true, I have the required number now, thank you very much.”

“You need to carry a spare in your trunk, just in case,” he wiped his mouth and put his chin to his chest, and then looked up at you from under his lashes. “Come by the shop some day, I have a few to spare. I won’t charge you.”

You were touched by the generous offer and it was a challenge to think of a new sarcastic thing to say.

“Do you want to come inside?” You knew deep in your soul that he wouldn’t; it was absolutely not his scene. Hell, it wasn’t even yours, to be honest. “There’s a lot of free food in there. Pounds of it, actually.”

His stomach grumbled and he worried for a beat that maybe you had heard it. He’d be able to grab a bite after he dropped Charlene off and she paid him. Every time he thought about her paying him, it made him cringe internally, like he was some kind of fuckboy escort service. But ever since Wayne got sick, he let her stick a couple hundred dollar bills in his pocket every now and then, because every dime helped.

“No thanks,” he shook his head, waiting again for another handful of pedestrians. “I don’t want the cops to get called on your party.”

You wondered why he said that. Was it because of how he looked? Or was there another reason? You wanted to ask, but then Jeffery came scrambling out onto the sidewalk, arms flailing.

“Hey, I need you!” He was in panic mode, but when he saw that you were talking to someone, he bashfully locked his fingers together in front of him. “Pardon me. I mean, I am in need of your assistance madame, posthaste.”

You pushed off from the wall and said, “duty calls.”

But then, Eddie pushed off of the lamp post and suddenly you were both close together in the middle of the sidewalk. You looked up at him, waiting, watching the way his lips parted as if he were about to say something.

“You should...if you’re not...if you have time later,” God he cursed himself for how he was babbling. Fuck, Munson, spit it out for godsake. She already thinks you’re a pimp and a loser, what else could go wrong?

“I mean,” Eddie cleared his throat. “If you’re free after this, my band is playing at The Hideout tonight. It’s a total dump, but the beer is cold.” He ended it with a little self-deprecating laugh that you recognized because you used it often.

You waved Jeff back inside and turned back to Eddie. “Um,” the answer you wanted to shout at him was YES, but you had a few things to consider.

You’re such an idiot, Munson. His internal monologue continued. Why would a woman like her ever be caught dead in a place like that with a guy like you?

“I’ll be here cleaning up until after 10. Will you still be there?”

It took him a few blinks to realize that you were accepting his invitation. “No, I mean yeah, that’s---we won’t even go on until after 10.”

“Okay, then, maybe I’ll see you later.” you started walking and smiled at him over your shoulder.

“Oh, wait,” Eddie called to you, remembering the earring he’d been carrying around in the pocket of his jacket, but you were already inside.

Just as you entered the gallery, Charlene Gregson was hugging Judith goodbye, and she brushed by you on her way out the door, smelling like suntan oil and Chanel No. 5. You waited, and then turned to see her go up to Eddie and kiss him on the cheek, before he went around to open the passenger side door of her black Porsche for her. She kissed him on the cheek? Why did this feel so… off? They weren’t dating and he wasn't just her driver/bodyguard. Something was fishy about it and you had the right might to find out.

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“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Katie whispered as the two of you made it on foot around the block from where you parked to The Hideout entrance. The venue was situated in a part of down with very few street lights, and so the only illumination as you approached were two neon beer signs in each window and a soft green fluorescent glow coming from inside the door. You could hear the music clear as day from outside, the beat thudding in your chest. It was coming from a jukebox: Possum Kingdom by the Toadies.

You passed by a long row of motorcycles parked out front and you thought about the biker bar scene in Pee Wee Herman’s Big Adventure when he accidentally knocked all of the bikes over and it made you laugh and bite your lip.

“Make up your mind,

and I’ll promise you

I will treat you well,

my sweet angel…”

Once the cloud of cigarette smoke cleared, you could see the stage in the back was empty, and you didn’t see Eddie.

To the right was a bar with a bunch of pull tabs in plastic boxes on the wall and three guys with beards wearing leather biker cuts, sat nursing their drinks.

“Do you see him?” Katie had her arm interlocked with yours now and she elbowed your ribs. She knew what he looked like from the few times she bought weed from him, but that felt like a bazillion years ago.

You shook your head, looking for a place to sit.

“Give it up to me

do you want to

be my angel?

So help me..”

That was when you felt a warm body come up behind you, breaching the wall of your invisible bubble, and you were about to kick whoever it was in the shin when you heard his voice in your ear:

“Now, you’re on my turf,” Eddie said. He took two long strides until he was in front of the two of you, and then he cocked one eyebrow up.

“This whole turf thing is getting serious,” you made eye contact with him and tilted your head. “We probably need to have some kind of dance off to settle it.”

He just licked his lips and made those familiar quotations show up on either side of his mouth, as if to announce that his lips were a statement in themselves.

Turns out, Eddie’s band Corroded Coffin wasn’t able to perform that night because their drummer broke his foot in a motorcycle accident.

“He’s loaded up on pain pills, he’ll be fine,” Eddie assured you after seeing the horrified look on your face. “We have someone who usually fills in, but he wasn’t available either.”

“So it’s just been me and my buddy Steve here hanging out,” Eddie finished. “I didn’t have you number, so I thought I’d just wait and see.”

Eddie was starting to make you feel a certain type of way, like when you put a chocolate chip cookie in the microwave for the perfect amount of time and it melts in your mouth.

“What do we have here?” A guy came up next to Eddie, and he had a thick head of dark hair with eyes all brown and pretty just like Eddie's. When he smiled, you could see that his right incisor was a gold tooth. He also had a leather biker kutte, or cut, on like the guys at the bar, there was a big tattoo on the side of his neck.

You felt Katie stiffen at your side. You had already made the introductions between her and Eddie, and they remembered each other, but now this guy was staring over at her with a certain level of elevated interest.

“Ladies,” Eddie gestured to the guy with the tattooed neck. “This is my buddy Steve. Steve, this is Y/N and her roommate Christie.”

“Katie,” she corrected. "Gosh, Munson, my feelings are hurt. How many times did we get stoned together back in the day?"

“Right, Katie, that’s what I meant.”

“Katie.” Steve Harrington repeated her name, blinking his big doe eyes, seemingly oblivious to everyone else in the room. He had a natural charisma and magnetism about him that was undeniable.

You could feel Katie’s skin getting hot. She was naturally funny and talkative, but she was suddenly retreating into her mute phase.

The boys invited you over to their table, and Katie made wide eyes at you as you went, wordlessly announcing that she thought Steve was hot. The next song on the jukebox started: You Could Be Mine by Guns n’ Roses, and that was when all hell broke loose.

Steve was about to reach the table when a big guy coming in the other direction shoulder checked him, knocking his arm back. You grabbed onto Katie and the two of you froze as Steve and the guy exchanged a few intense words. Eddie stepped in between with his back to you, acting as a shield for both of you in case it escalated.

“Get over it, man, that was fucking years ago,” Steve spat, standing his ground as the two had a bit of a stare-off.

The guy confronting Steve was maybe the same age, but he had more of a “clean cut” look so to speak, like he still clung to his glory days of being the captain of the football team in high school and tried to make it his whole personality. He was clearly wasted and stumbling on his feet a bit. You couldn’t understand what the whole thing was about, but it sounded like Steve might’ve had sex with the other guy’s girl at one point.

“Wrap it up, kids,” Eddie stepped forward. “We’ve got ladies present.”

The guy confronting Steve snapped a look at Eddie, and then his eyes landed on you and Katie, and he snorted.

“If they’re with you two, they’re not ladies. They’re nothing but cock sucking whores.”

Both you and Katie opened your mouths, shocked at the vitriol directed at the two of you for absolutely no reason, but as you were trying to understand why he said it, you noticed Eddies hands turn to fists at his sides.

“Someone needs to shut your mouth, it might as well be me,” and then Eddie swung at him, connecting his metal rings to the side of the guy’s face with a crunch of cartilage and bone. Katie yelped and stumbled back, taking you with her.

The guy Eddie punched recovered, his face already bleeding, and he lurched forward with an animalistic yowl, a long arm punch connecting with Eddie’s chin. Steve pushed the guy back, tackling him to the ground, wailing on his face with his fists as he went and people scattered. A wooden chair broke their fall and the arm rest splintered off.

The clean cut guy had two other friends, and they were both headed over to join in.

Eddie turned to you, his lip bleeding, piece of hair sticking to his cheek, his eyes wild. “Run! Get out of here!”

You didn’t want to leave him in that mess, but Katie was shouting your name and pulling at your arm, and the last thing you saw over your shoulder was one of the other friends try to swing on Eddie, but Eddie grabbed the guy and threw him to the ground.

“I’m too old for this, I’m too old for this!” Katie was repeating as you both raced to her car. She fumbled her keys twice. Just as she unlocked your door from the inside, you heard the sirens closing in: the cops were on their way.

You couldn’t let Eddie and Steve go to jail for defending you.

“Go around front,” you shouted as you slammed your door. “We need to get pick them up.”

“We need to WHAT?” Katie blanched, muttering to herself as she shifted into reverse. “I knew I should’ve never woken up from that nap.”

Her tires squealed as she rounded the corner, adrenaline rushing though both of you, your hearts racing. You rolled down the window as she screeched to a stop in front of the entrance. You couldn’t see Eddie, but you screamed for him, and you told Katie to honk the horn.

The sirens were getting closer.

That was when Eddie and Steve stumbled out of the door with a few other patrons, both with bloody lips and hands. You could tell by their faces that they hadn’t expected to see you there, but they were grateful. Speeding away on a motorcycle was not ideal in that moment, because two cop cars were already fishtailing around the corner, headed in that direction.

“GET IN!” You yelled, and the two of them realized in a split second they had no choice but to obey. Steve dove into the back seat first, followed by Eddie, and then you were shouting, “Gogogogogogo,” to Katie as she floored the gas and cursed you, saying she’d never go anywhere with you ever again.

Part 2.5

[randomgentlefolk]

CPC CHAPTER 158

With each chapter updated, the more I sob to my cat (while wearing my plaid clothes of course)

Also this post is going to be long because I love psychology so much.

Tw: mentions of un-aliving oneself

Lorzanna fighting alongside each other....... that is the most badass way to say "we're girlfriends"

Lorena using the chains as whips and Suzanna doing fencing style!! THEM. I NEED MORE OF THEM.

Medic Syrah! It's like one of those I things I never know I want until I get it.

Aww Orson and Monika holding the portcullis together <3 they're so strong???

Frederick telling Syrah step by step on how to do first aid <3

Also, Frederick using his strategy skill!! He can finally show his talent for Leland to see >:D or, uh, not really since Leland is not currently in the room but ANYWAY

Beckett..Beckett, Beckett, Beckett.... Man got snitched and I'm having second hand embarrassment 💀💀 well he won't be Pastel Top 1 guard but at least he can be with Maria. Oh yeah finally!! He knows who the real Maria is!! I hope he won't forget when he's back conscious tho.

Fellas, let's give appreciation to our guard homies Horace and Old guard (he still needs a name)

Also may I just say Maria looks GORGEOUS in this panel?? HER HER HER??? Also her starting to wonder why Frederick is against the Plaid kingdom?? IT'S ALL COMING TOGETHER Y'ALL.

I went from "Lance!! :D" to "Lance :'(" because damn...DAMN??? Bro tbh I'm relieved the gala foreshadowing is him getting hit on the head and not gettint CHOPPED but on the other hand DAMN. The commander did NOT have to do that DAMN. The blunt head trauma??? What if he hit head when he fell?? "So he won't hurt himself" my foot BRUH. I just checked again and HE HIT HIS HEAD. Bro is gonna get a concussion.

Also his face is still bleeding out. In case someone, uh, forgot.

Go Lorena and Suzie go help him! I know what he did was horrible but he's trying!!

Confrontation Time Yayyy...

Blaine. Blaine bro. Stop. Just. Okay there is a lot of childhood issues to be unpacked here. But you know what before talking to him before telling him what he should do maybe we should all just. Let him relax, for awhile. I mean ngl he looks awful, and I'm not trying to be mean here but he and Frederick clearly needs professional help. But let's unpack them one by one. Let's start with the pianist.

(Disclamier: I am not a professional. I am simply telling you my opinion in this post)

Holy shit. Someone give him a break. Give him lots of sleep. Anything to make this boy relax. Let me just say this right away, golden child syndrome. I'm blaming all of these shit on Leland. Y'all our lesson today is: don't put too much pressure on a child, don't compare your children to each other, and accept your child however they are. Please y'all this has happen too much. A child is smart and they achieves lots of things, then makes that their only reason of living, the only reason they are loved. That's horrible. In Blaine's case, I think he feels as if those achievements, those trophies, are a way to validate his life. It's like he cannot fail because if he fails automatically he disappoints everyone including himself.

We know that he has been 'thriving' since he was child. Let's say approximately since he was uhh 9 years old? That would be 12 years of intense hardwork hell sugarcoated by the paradise of 'winning'. Once again, not exactly the best childhood ever. Not to mention, does he even have any friends? We have never seen him mention any. So we can say that he doesn't have any support outside of him being 'perfect' (well, until Maria at least, but that was pretty short-lived :')

At this point I won't even be surprised if the reason he has been doing self care is only so that he looks good as a model and so that people love him.

Man, he needs intense reality check. Also I'm like 99% sure he definitely doesn't want to kill Frederick. The event of him and Lance beating the shit out of the bullies still live in my head rent free. Bro is VERY confused with his life right now and needs help.

Let's move on to the youngest now

Right of the bat I'm going to say:

Scapegoat child, self esteem issues, possibility of depression, and uh we're gonna have to add this now... possibility of being suicidal. Alright.

What is a scapegoat child? A scapegoat child is the child who is pretty much blamed for everything and takes attention of the center of the problem, if that makes sense. As far as I know, this is the child who recognize the actual problems in the family, and is the one to break the cycle of abuse. These children are the opposite of the golden child. And you know what it makes sense that both of them are in the same household. If there is a golden child to praise and give attention to, then there is the scapegoat who is blamed and left out. That is what Frederick is in his family.

Self esteem issues. This boy has been told he is pathetic, weak, useless, and all of those words for his entire life, to the point he actually believe that those words are his entire personality.

Now, I'm not gonna straight up say he is suicidal, though we have an evidence in the panel here. But if we look at the past chapters, he doesn't exactly actively try to die. Those moments where he fell of the Pastel hills are accidents. But we can also say that the suicidal thoughts just came recently. Especially considering what is happening lately. Being trapped in a deep hole with little to no socialization can really do some things to you...even if you're an introvert. We are social creatures. As much as we say we hate chatting with people, we also don't want to be alone with no social communication our entire life now, do we?

Anyway, I'm going to suggest this, there is a chance that Frederick probably has what is called passive suicidal ideation. He doesn't actively try to die, but he wouldn't care if he die. But I'm a little conflicted on this one. Maybe someone else who is better at this field of study can help me?

We can also assume that Frederick told Blaine to kill him out of desperation. There are lots of possibilities that I hope Lambcat will explore more in the future.

Also his coping mechanism of escaping reality is something to watch out for since he has shown signs of not being able to differentiate between reality and fantasy

Now, I just want to say that there is a chance that I'm heavily wrong here. But I'm just stating my opinion and I'm not trying to offend anyone. If there is something wrong in what I wrote please do tell me.

Okay, let's move on to the next scene now—

NAH BLAINE SWINGING THAT SWORD 💀💀 Bro is clearly so stressed istg. C'mon Blaine the curse tattoo doesn't look THAT bad. It looks aight if you ask me. I would even say it's unique.

Yeahhh! What Whitney said! Lmao I'm so sorry but this scene reminds me of Steven Universe and Spinel. Whitney just wanna talk it out :') he has changed so much from his old self.

YOOOO ALL THE ELDEST SIBLINGS ARE GIVING BLAINE A REALITY CHECK. Maria, Whitney, Calpernia. Snap outta it Blaine please.

"I'd like to cut in" Goals. I do also want to start my battle by saying a pun. I can't wait for Prez vs Blaine!! It's going to be sick.

THE MAIDS. HOLY MOLY (haha get it?). Of course they also have weapons. It makes sense considering how protective Jack is! Also

Was. Was the cleaver not enough? Lol 💀

I am even more hyped for Leland vs The maids!

Well, that's it for now. That was a long ass post lmao. I'm gonna go back to class.

Mono out! (But still in to hear your thoughts)

[newtonsheffield]

Dr Sharma will use all tools at her disposal to get an answer out of Dr Bridgerton!!

Perhaps a radiologist, Dr Beckett?

Dr Beckett, is actually another anaesthetist, she does oblige her friend in doing an ultrasound going against Anthony’s explicit instructions in the email he sent to the entire staff.

“Sophie, please, I will do anything.”

“You see, Kate,” Sophie sighed, “I have this little email, subject line: My wife is a trickster in the body of Aphrodite.”

Kate groaned, “I will do whatever you want!”

Sophie narrowed her eyes, “Anything?”

Kate paused, “Well now I’m worried it might be something weird from your tone.”

“It’s not…” Sophie sighed, “I want a date with Anthony’s hot brother.”

Kate paused again, “Which one is the hot one to you?”

“Let’s start with the one who’s not 17.” Sophie tutted, “also I’m obviously talking about Ben, the sexy pastry chef.”

“Done.” Kate said quickly before backtracking, “Did I just pimp out my brother in law for an ultrasound on my baby?”

“Eh, we flirted at your birthday anyway.”

“Did you?”

“More on that later.” Sophie tutted.

And now here she is, with her best friend tutting at her.

“Are you sure it’s a girl?”

Sophie sighed, “Honestly Kate, No. I’m working with a first year medicine textbook.”

“Jesus Christ!”

“Oh Ladies, how the mighty are fallen.” Both of them spun towards Anthony’s voice rolling their eyes at his smug smile as he leaned against the doorframe, is little puppy dog tie perfectly straight. “Two highly trained professionals and a textbook?”

“We’re managing perfectly well!” Kate said petulantly, “be gone with you.”

“You’re not managing very well.” Anthony mused, “You’re looking at the kidney. See you at dinner, babe.”

“You are infuriating!” Kate called after him as the door closed shutting out his chuckling as he made his way down the hall. “That man!”

“I’m still getting my date right?”

“Yes, Sophie, fine! I can see you never cared about besting Anthony.”

“It wasn’t super high up my priority list this morning, no.”

[mayasdeluca]

Now that we know when station 19 is going to be back i wanna know some of your thoughts on some things non-marina related.

Like

-do you think andy and sullivan will get back together or they set more on him and ross (i personally don’t care about either i just want to hear other peoples thoughts)

-will we get to see ross be more of a chief or is she just stuck being sullivans girlfriend

-will we get to see vic doing more with crisis one or is her storyline going to be focused on the theo/kate drama and will that girls fire camp she started ever be seen again or was that a one and done

-will ben go one more calls this season or will he be regulated to desk duty, the clinic, crisis one like last season

-will we see beckett again (i don’t think he’ll be a regular but i could see him showing up for an episode)

-will eli and travis last or will they pull another “you are not my dead husband and i can’t love you like that”

-with dixon being dead could emmet possibly pop back in

-etc.

I think in general it's going to be interesting how many characters they actually have this season because I remember seeing an article about Grey's possible reducing some characters to recurring because they have so many season regulars and they wouldn't all be able to have a storyline in a 10 episode season. They hinted that it could possibly affect Station 19 as well but who knows. Honestly with a 10 episode season I personally don't think that Beckett, Kate or Eli should get a minute of screentime. But knowing this show and the way they love to spend time on useless things, they will. They're also bringing in that new guy that's part of the Union that's most likely getting involved with Andy, so another new character that will be taking up time.

It seems like the writers really love Sullivan and Ross so as long as they intend to keep Ross on the show I think they're going to stay together. It's just going to be another season of Andy with some irrelevant person and it not working out in the long run and then Sullivan and Ross doing who knows what. Sullivan is probably going to realize he does still want to be with her after she nearly died but I don't know how they're going to do that with both of them not wanting to give up their careers because I really can't see them having Sullivan actually give it up for Ross...but maybe he will.

I really hope we get to see more of Ross as the Chief and being fair with everyone (yes, that includes Maya 😐) because she has so much potential but when she's dragged down by Sullivan or being used to prop Andy up, she's not of interest to me whatsoever.

If Vic's storyline is centered around the Theo/Kate drama that Jack also knows about and ends up being involved in, I'm going to lose it. She deserves so much better than that. I really hope they will finally let her shine with Crisis One and give her other things besides being dragged down by deadweight Theo...that man shouldn't even be on the show anymore either he wasn't needed to begin with and now that he's not with Vic anymore he's truly just taking up space. They completely destroyed his character that was barely interesting to begin with, now he's just unbearable and annoying to watch. I can't think of much worse than Vic's storyline being tied to 3 of the most boring characters. (Theo/Kate/Jack) Please give her something else.

I think Ben will still stick to being around the station and not doing anything too dangerous because of Pru but I'm curious what else they'll do with him...I guess it also depends how big of a part the clinic will have in this season...hopefully still a decent amount so we get to see Carina being a doctor more but we'll see.

There's no way Eli and Travis are going to last, they do the same thing with Travis and love interests all the time and it's annoying. I can't imagine this being any different. I do think it's interesting that Lachlan reposted the video Station made about coming back though. I could have seen them doing something with Emmett coming back and dealing with Dixon's death if it was a regular length season but again, do we really need to spend time on that when it's only 10 episodes? Unless they are going to do some type of Eli/Travis/Emmett love triangle thing...who knows. But how many times are they going to bring Emmett back only to then have him leave?

I think it's also pretty obvious that Jack is going to live but I wonder how dramatic they're going to make it and how long he'll be out of fire duty and all of that. Of course he probably won't remember the Theo/Kate hookup until later on in the season to make it last longer but once again they never have any clue what to do with this man except have him involved in other people's storylines and it's tiresome.

Also they better not have Vic stupidly take Theo back and give him another chance only for him to act all guilty about being with Kate and this be a secret the whole time that eventually gets revealed...she deserves so much better than that man and there's no world in which she should try again with him.

[johnbly]

4, 8, 22? Please and thank you!

4. dialogue i'm proud of: yeah yeah the boat purgatory fic (souls at sea) we all know it. but it always takes a bit more effort to write potc dialogue and the relationship between these two means a lot to me so

“Why are you being so calm about this?” James asks. Swann’s smile is sad. “We’re both dead. What point is there in holding a grudge, even if I would want to?” “But to act as if I’m not the reason you are dead –” “Even if Beckett didn’t have the heart, or if I didn’t ask questions about it, I am sure he would have found some other reason to have me killed.” Swann lets that sink in, then adds, “I don’t want to go where these boats are taking us with a heavy heart.”

8. that hurt my own feelings to write: hmmm i'm going to go on a bit of a throwback here to the start of my fe3h days, when i wrote an edelgard and hubert pov fic for the end of azure moon (our paths end here). i don't make a habit of writing favorite characters dying so.

To her confusion, her cheeks are wet to the touch. Tears must have slipped out without her realizing. She can’t remember the last time she’d cried. She wipes them away, embarrassed. What would Hubert have said, seeing her like this when there’s still work to be done? Still, her eyes well up again, and this time she notices. Edelgard allows them to fall for just a minute more. Yes, there’s still work to be done, but she cannot proceed pretending that his loss isn’t a terrible blow. To the Empire, though also to her personally. She allows herself to grieve for this moment, for her closest advisor, her oldest companion. Her friend. 

22. that is blisfully self-indulgent: this guy is still a wip but it's the no dialogue james first impression of ships thing (tentatively titled "at first glance"). if you think i wanted to write this in part to gush about the interceptor you would be correct

James runs a hand over the rail. He’s not been on a brand-new ship in many years, but even if he’d been the Interceptor’s fifth captain instead of her first, she’d still be the most beautiful ship he’s ever seen by far. And to think she’s his.

excerpt ask game!

[lizardrosen]

I'll Board Him Presently

Part Three of my ongoing Viscount's Men series, about the Bridgerton siblings performing Hamlet. This covers the first half of 2.2: Hamlet's antic disposition up to the entrance of the Players (Part One, Part Two)

tagging @glintglimmergleam and @avocado-moon

Anthony doesn’t think Eloise should go to university, but his Hamlet thinks her Ophelia should get to go study wherever she pleases. It’s something he has in common with Benedict’s Laertes, and with Benedict himself for that matter. (Hamlet would say one of the few things they share; Laertes would say one of the many things). They’re both in awe of her “most ingenious wit” and the more Hamlet observes the corruption of this place he’s always taken for granted, the more he thinks it’s no place for her.

Hamlet also shares Laertes’s irritation with Polonius, which is both less personal and less tempered by love, and now that he’s pretending to be insane he can say whatever he wants as obnoxiously as he can manage, and no one will stop him. When he tells Polonius, “Let her not walk in the sun,” he’s mocking his policy of keeping her locked away because it’s obvious that he’s the one behind Ophelia refusing Hamlet’s letters.

Hasn’t he learned by now that she’ll find a way to do what she wants, with or without his permission. Hamlet’s also playing a game with himself to see how silly he can get Polonius to act to try to humor the prince, and the answer is “quite a bit, actually.” The asides justifying his near-nonsense as wiser than his years is even better than Hamlet could have planned.

“Will you walk out of the air, my lord?” “Into my grave?” is a sincere question, he’s really asking if that’s where he’s headed, and “except my life, except my life, except my life” starts out joking but then he thinks about how hard and how easy it is to take a life, and if someone kills him first he won’t have to kill anyone. It could almost transition straight into To Be Or Not To Be, but even though Anthony is fairly open to different character interpretations, he’s a purist when it comes to rearranging scenes, so instead he’s greeted by Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, of young days brought up with him.

Tom Stoppard hasn’t come along yet, and neither has Samuel Beckett’s Waiting for Godot which inspired him, or the world wars which inspired that, so Ros and Guil don’t have the existential terror of being written characters with no context but each other, or the double-edged sword of fate and probability. What they do have is Gregory, who’s quite used to playing small roles that move the plot along and are forgotten again, and he gives them enough of an inner life to make them interesting to perform and to watch.

As far as he’s concerned, it’s just saying the quiet part loud that the king and queen have summoned them from nowhere to learn as friends what royalty cannot, and even though he’s destined to die offstage, Horatio’s horrified reaction to Hamlet’s casual slaughter is memorial enough for him.

So here they are, wearing a hat he can turn around on his head to show and R or a G depending who he is for each line. Sometimes he changes his name with a flourishing bow, hat in hand, but if the dialogue’s quick enough he’ll just reach up to spin it around. He’s also got enough energy to move around quickly and appear to be in two places enough, if you suspend your disbelief a little.

Anthony agrees that Hamlet hasn’t seen them for several years, almost a decade, which is of course an unfathomable amount of time for Gregory. They were schoolfellows, but not at Wittenberg. Hamlet hasn’t talked about his life to his parents for so long that these two were the only ones Gertrude knew for sure he’d ever been friends with and knew where they were living so she could send for them. And clearly they don’t know Hamlet very well because if they did they’d be trying to hide incredulous snickers at “Sure I am two men there are not living to whom he more adheres,” because ma’am, Horatio is right there.

Still, she’s not that far off the mark, Hamlet does remember them fondly and becomes a younger, more carefree version of himself — “Then you live about her waist, or in the middle of her favours?” “Faith, her privates, we,” becomes a tickle fight.

When Hamlet asks why his friends have been sent to prison he’s not testing them or doubting their motivations, not yet. It’s just self-evident to him that Denmark a prison and no one would come here willingly, but he thinks it’s bad luck and not a plot that brought him here, so he’s a little jealous that they’re such strangers to Elsinore that they don’t feel trapped by it.

Ros jumps on the chance to steer their talk to ambition and shadows and dreams, and Guil follows his lead because that seems a likely reason for him to be acting so strangely. Hamlet takes note of the abrupt change but is more interested, for the moment, in chasing down the shadow of a dream, but he’s observing them more closely after that, and after intentionally muddling the imagery of who’s following whom, the kings or the beggars, he abruptly changes their direction again — “Shall we to the court? For by my fay I cannot reason!” — and they’re too quick to wait upon him. This is when he really starts feeding his own suspicion with little tests and needling questions.

Gregory doesn’t play them as nervous or guilty when Hamlet questions them more in particular, or even sly when they’re trying to figure him out — they’re just innocently doing the task they’ve been given, so they have no idea how much danger they’re in, and they’re confused why it’s so important whether they were sent for or not, but there’s no hasty consultation for them to get their story straight, and no awkward regret before Guildenstern answers, “My lord, we were sent for.”

Hamlet’s almost relieved that this was relatively easy, but then he gets suspicious of the feeling of relief, and weary of his own suspicions, and he figures they’ll come up with something to tell the king and queen no matter what, so if he at least gives them something true that doesn’t touch on Claudius he’ll be that much safer.

And maybe he hopes they’ll understand how he’s feeling, and he’s disappointed but not very surprised when Rosencrantz makes it into a joke. Why should he have hoped for them to be other than they are? Ros fumbles for an explanation and comes up with the players, so Hamlet switches his attentions to finding out everything about them.

[booksnstuff58]

Book review: Scifi

As I said in my last post, I finished two books fairly close together. This was the second one I read.

The book I'm talking about today is

Loch Ness Leap by Sandy Schofield

So, this one's a little different than the books I normally read and review. I will occasionally read scifi or dystopian, but most of the time I read romance and fantasy. I wanted to read this one because it is based off of one of my absolute favorite shows, Quantum Leap!

If you've never watched Quantum Leap, don't know what it's about, here's the intro:

“Theorizing that one could time travel within his own lifetime, Doctor Sam Beckett stepped into the Quantum Leap accelerator and vanished... He awoke to find himself trapped in the past, facing mirror images that were not his own, and driven by an unknown force to change history for the better. His only guide on this journey is Al, an observer from his own time, who appears in the form of a hologram that only Sam can see and hear. And so Doctor Beckett finds himself leaping from life to life, striving to put right what once went wrong, and hoping each time that his next leap will be the leap home…”

Oh, I love it! The original one. I refuse to watch the remake. I refuse to let them ruin it.

Anyway, I HIGHLY recommend the show, it's beautiful and so much fun, and I've rewatched it like twelve times and it never gets old! The original one. The one with Scott Bakula and Dean Stockwell, not the new mess they're making.

So because of my obsession with that gorgeous show, I found me a book. Really, if I'm remembering correctly, my sister found it at the Goodwill and handed it to me which I then obviously bought. And yes, I'm aware that's bad grammar, it's just fun to use bad grammar sometimes!

Here's the blurb:

Sam Beckett leaps into the body of Dr. Donald Harding, a theoretical physicist, who has come to Loch Ness where his son is trying to prove the existence of the fabled Nessie and where Sam encounters a strangely familiar young woman who holds the key to Sam's own future.

And here's what I think:

Ok, so first of all, I don't really care about the Loch Ness monster, so this would not have been my first choice of Quantum Leap books, but this was the one we found at the Goodwill, so this is the one I had.

It was... okay. I will admit, I was a little disappointed with it. I love Quantum Leap and have actually written a few flash fiction which I am really pleased with. I feel like the characters could have been written a little better. There were times I could hear Sam's voice in my head while I was reading, but I couldn't really hear Al saying anything he said in the book. Which made me sad.

Also, one of my favorite parts of the show is the interaction between Sam and Al, but there was very little of that in this book, which also disappointed me.

I couldn't find any triggers, other than a rocky relationship between a father and son, but I'm not sure that really qualifies. There were maybe a few mild swears, but I don't remember if there actually were any or not.

So, in short, I read it. Wasn't the biggest fan. I would rather watch the show. My recommendation would be to watch the show. Seriously. You should watch it. It's so good. I wouldn't necessarily recommend Loch Ness Leap. If I find more books based off the show, I'll let you know how they are, but based off of my experience with this one, I wouldn't expect much.

I'll be back with more book reviews soon! I think I said in my last post that I'm working on two books again, which is true. I'm not sure how I feel about them just yet, but I'll let you know!

[soul-wanderer]

06x10//Even Better Than the Real Thing - weekly recap

alrighty-o, this week’s episode has been simultaneously bad and good and exciting and boring, so let’s get to it

- the training has felt a little repetitive, given the fact that we had a similar situation when Andy and Maya were running for captain, so I felt very little excitement for that. Nevertheless, it’s easy to see that they needed a scenario where Beckett could screw up to further this plot - I just wish they had been more creative about it

- it took exactly 0.0002 seconds to figure out that Cooper was gonna die, that’s how creative the writers were with this storyline. Seriously, don’t excessively and obviously focus on one random character and give him a “heartfelt” backstory and expect us to believe he’s gonna make it out of this alive. And tbh, they did not do a very good job at evoking empathy for this character, so...bye, Cooper. Was nice to meet you.

- 19 helping the probie from 88? Is he gonna switch stations? Predictions?

- all in all, that plot was just...meh. Again, they needed it to move along with Beckett’s story, but they could at least have gotten creative about it.

- the lasagna scene was great. No, for real, it was cute, nuff said.

- I am still feeling slightly indifferent about Jack’s current storyline. Maybe it’s the writing, maybe it’s the acting, but a potted plant has a similar range of emotions at this point.

- Maya. Sweet, sweet Maya. The writers really just dropped that bathroom scene on us and expected us to be okay. I’m still cautious about this arc, but that moment between was beautiful. As a side note: It was so adorably obvious that they were both excited to have a scene together again and it was showing in their interactions. This is the kind of chemistry I am here for - impromptu tear wiping included

- Eli being a creep in Andy’s apartment. But also, him almost screwing up Travis’ interviews until he stepped back and let him do his thing. And then, for a split second, I remembered that it felt like Eli was meant to get together with Travis and it could have been beautiful, just like that small moment between them in this episode, but no. Can’t ever have anything nice on this show, I suppose.

- THEO. MY GOD, THEO. Protect that man at all costs. My god. His death glare. His anger. My goodness, his anger. It’s all so brilliant. We don’t deserve him, but man, do we need him. I don’t care if I am biased, and I’d personally like to thank Carlos Miranda for showing up week after week after week. That man can do no wrong, I said what I said.

- Travis going back to the station. I kinda loved that small moment.

- The final scene was awful. I am angry. Just...why? What’s even worse is the fact that possibly the greatest quote of the episode came from the british dude:

“A strong stance is worth more in a leader than a mild peacekeeper. You are not a mild peacekeeper. You're strong, Andy. Stronger than any person I've ever met.”

- I just wish Andy would have heard that from her family/friends/colleagues, truly.

Preview:

- Apparently Maya is already back to active duty next week - what the heck? I guess her having been suicidal and reckless and unstable af is all but forgotten now?

- Please, please put an end to Beckett’s storyline. Please. Thank you.

[takeeachdayonebookatatime]

Why did you elbow me? 127

Achilles Castle part 32

Kate: pov I found out my Captain had been the 3rd cop and had killed Bob Armen in that alley. The hitman Bracken hired wanted me or my Captain's family but my Captain Roy wouldn't let that happen so he sacrificed himself killing all of the bad guys. Simon says wow that is so shocking i'm so sorry for your loss but what does this have to do with what's on your shirt, i mention i'm getting there it's all connected. Let's just say I had no idea while at my Captain's funeral that the worst moment of my life was about to happen. I was a detective at the time. Bracken must have found out what happened and that I was still alive. Lanie finishes the story for me.

Lanie: pov Kate was giving the eulogy at the moment we had no idea something bad was about to happen. I heard Castle who was standing near her scream, he tried to shove her out of the way but it was too late. He had seen the reflection of something in the distance. Kate was already hit in the left chest by a sniper rifle. I'm a Medical examiner and saved her life by keeping her alive until the medics arrived, since her chest trauma was so severe. In the ambulance she literally died. They had to use the paddles on her to bring her back to life. I did chest compression the whole way to the trauma OR since she crashed on the way into the Er. Her boyfriend at the time, cardiac surgeon Josh, had to treat her since he was on shift. He had to insert a chest tube since her left lung had collapsed due to the severe bleeding in Kate's chest. He had to start on her emergency thoracotomy surgery because she was dying, since she was bleeding into her chest cavity constricting her heart. The bullet hit her left inferior pulmonary vein which Josh sewed up. Another Surgeon named Dr Kovacs came to take over. She had no blood in the area since she was bleeding into her heart called a cardiac tampon the surgeon had to cut some of Kate's pericardium to let the blood out the bullet also hit her left ventricle she then started to go into ventricular tachycardia which then quickly turned into ventricular fibrillation. She went into cardiac arrest. They had to use the internal paddles on Kate and manually massage her heart to get it beating again. Then she flatlined in the Or. Thankfully they were able to bring her back to life, she is now a homicide Captain.

Castle: pov Lanie also mentions Kate has PTSD from the incident. Very loud noises like fireworks and thunder bother her. The band tells the crowd in line to give a round of applause for Captain Kate Beckett who sacrificed her life so we could be safe. Everyone starts cheering. Simon says to me you're a writer, my mom loves your books why did you kill off Derek storm. He asks how I got injured, I explain how. He asks if he can FaceTime his mom because she is a huge Niki Heat fan. Simon tells his mom he has a huge surprise for her, he panes the camera in my direction. That is when his mom starts to get all excited, once she sees Kate she gets even more excited. After our pictures are taken with the band we head to our seats Lanie explains to the security guard near our seats that Kate has a heart condition. Once she explains everything I sit in our seats. Kate will get the aisle seat. She and Lanie are headed for popcorn and water.

Kate: pov the concert is about to start the lights are dimming. The security guard is asking me to come to the front. Oh no please don't bring me on stage. Castle is starting to film on his phone. The band walks out saying they have an announcement. They meet an amazing fan backstage, can everyone stand up for Captain Kate Beckett, a homicide Captain out of the 12th precinct who survived a bullet to the heart a few years ago. I'm asked to come on stage. Lanie who went up with me is telling the 2 guards where to lift me up from. I'm so embarrassed, Simon mentions that the confetti cannons will be turned off for tonight's concert. I get the honor of announcing the Band. This is Captain Kate Becket and you're at Duran Duran. Thankfully I'm only up there for a few minutes. The guards help me down and back to my seat, back in my seat the band starts the first song.

Lanie: pov Castle is telling Kate he got that all on film. Her being brought up on stage. The popcorn tastes great. I tell Kate to be careful. I don't want her choking on it. Hungry like the wolf starts playing and the crowd is singing along loudly. A few songs later during Girl on film some people in the front row start dancing. Kate even got to hear "what are the chances". The last few songs are playing. Once the concert is over I make sure we have all of our stuff. The security guard tells Kate thank you for your service. Castle stops to buy some souvenirs from the concert. A few people come up to Kate saying, you are the girl they brought up on stage. I just wanted to say thank you for your service. After asking a few questions Kate explains to them what caused her heart condition. I can tell they are speechless. One of them says that is awful. I can't believe that happened to you.

Castle: pov after buying a few souvenirs we head to the car, I can tell Kate had so much fun tonight. It's going to be hard getting out of the venue. We are finally out of the venue and are now stuck in bad traffic. The cars are barely moving. Did an accident just happen up ahead? It sounded like one, we might be here for a while. To be continued. ………

[castle-dominion]

Teehee c2x19

I love her & her little science experiment. I learned all about spatter patterns when I first got into Sherlock.  Aw, that’s what growing up is like. Or you can say “I need to come in late to help my daughter” “I’ll be Fine without you!” *smashes tomato*

You should have gotten norman jessop to open the lock : (

I like how esposito is physically on beckett’s side but then moves to castle’s. Physicality representing the conversation.

I PAUSED THE VIDEO TO WRITE THAT LAST PARAGRAPH BUT OMG I WAS NOT EXPECTING TO HEAR THAT AS SOON AS I PLAYED IT AGAIN: RC: Eat, pray, love. *talks about his deductions & conjectures,* Someone who wouldn’t be satisfied with just a casual relationship. KB: & who’s to say that’s not his? RC & JE: *give her a look* KR walks in. Voice cracking slightly: Oh I love that book JE & RC: *look at each other* JE: *holds up his hand to say “forget it” to castle*

RC: They Have Dinosaurs There That’s pretty much the best part about living where I live. We have a GREAT dinosaur museum just a couple hours away with a decent camping spot & badlands & hoodoos (not the religion) & coal & fossils & it’s just so cool. 

Castle that is not your hat!? Why are you touching things that shouldn’t be touched & yanking on things that shouldn’t be yanked? (also the captions should totally have said that there were birds cawing & thunder crashing.) GIRL WHAT ARE YOU DOING? GLASS SHATTERING???

Of course it’s a curse. Ok bestie.  I mean speaking from an indigenous perspective, we knew things that were scientific but hadn’t been explained yet. Sage is one of our sacred medicines & science has proven it to be antimicrobial. You will be cursed with illness after opening the tomb because who knows what kinds of bacteria & microbes & pathogens & moulds are in there that could get you sick? I am Not excited for this episode. Probably going to be good old racism, at the very least some non-explicit racism. 

Ancient is such a debated word. https://www.tiktok.com/@diamond_dog74?lang=en has a video on how the word “ancient” is used. It’s like that saying, brits think 100 miles is a long way & americans think 100 years is a long time. https://www.tiktok.com/@diamond_dog74/video/7221754726608538926?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc&web_id=7229405114166281733 is the video I was actually thinking of. I think. See this is why it takes me three hours to watch a 45 minute episode

Holy crap I’m only at the second intro.

The boys definitely discussed it. They said “let’s pretend we’re getting dead ends because of castle’s curse it’ll be hilarious” The movement is so good. Ryan pointing as Esposito talks.

I love a good familial superstition.  JE: Yeah, my abuela always said, “La mala suerte viene de tres en tres” (I have castle paused right now & from my background in french I’d say it means “the harm follows comes of three in three” aka “curses come in triplets”) (Wait he translated: bad luck always comes in threes. Mala suerte probs is bad luck then. Suerte does not mean “follow” as I thought.)

I said, we’re not celebrities, We spark & fade, they die by threes.

Not excited. Please no heavy racism, even if you must have eurocentrism. (Which you already have had.)

Why are the vikings romanticized & their human sacrifice ignored but the native americans demonized & it’s the only thing people talk about? 

Ryan: Can I drive? Esposito: No <3

*throws up a bit in my mouth*

Cacaw Te is so right. The deal was with a government not with the people who actually belong to the land & culture & tomb.

JE: We hit the jackpot with the girlfriend photos. KB: ...He was sleeping with a mummy? JE, nodding: Yeah *stops* --What?

Karma is not within your current lifetime. 

They just got bomb disposal to.. make a flash bang in the coffee machine? RC: I’m not cleaning this up! RC a second later: ... I’d better clean this up

Stonehenge was just some people doing a ton of unnecessary work & deja vu is your brain short circuiting for a second. Isn’t it?

Macbeth is only bad if you say the name in a theater.  Hey we do the same thing at school! In my line cooking class we have a loop; a wall separates the prep area from the line. If someone says “it seems like a slow day” then you need to walk a lap around the line to break the jinx.

They’re so cute. KR: He pulled the surveillance video, revealing this shining example of thuggery. KB: Any idea who he is? KR: *takes a deep breath & big smile* *turns to esposito* KR: Do you want to? JE: No bro, you caught it KR: You sure? JE: Yeah it’s yours, go ahead KB & me: You know, whenever you guys are done being cute.

KB: Come on Castle, let’s go RC, probably because of what happened during the bdsm episode: Can I drive? KB: Are you kidding? You’re cursed!

I FORGOT ABOUT THIS PART! WITH THE DOG!  I can’t believe they are still pranking him! Wait nvm it was just a normal dog. It looked like a police dog tho. This is why I keep a safetypin on my at all times if I can help it. Always able to sort-of-kind-of fix your pants after being attacked by a dog.

I love how some random cop whistles as she passes castle with his pants ripped open. Wait is she checking him out?

Wait it was a police dog nvm.

(”gypsy” is a slur btw)

Rewatching the scene with montgomery because it’s good. I mean you’re irish, the amount of curses & folklore? & then you, didn’t your abuela tell you not to mess with curses?

RC: Fill me in, spare no detail KR: Well in some cultures, instead of burning-- RC: Fast forward a little bit

Ugh acab & like girl are you sure you won’t damage anything?

KR: We have a k-9 unit coming in to help RC: *looks around frantically*

*Elecator stops* *Things go bad* *Elevator shifts & creaks* RC: What am I supposed to do if the elevator falls, jump in the air? No! Lay on the ground! (in the next scene) Ding *Elevator opens to castle starfishing facedown on the elevator floor*

& then the facial expressions of the cops behind him once he gets out

RC: & if her boyfriends get frisky you can shoot them

I love CT’s science stuff. Super interesting. & I like how he explains but rushes it to keep their attention

I love a good mortitian undertaker mortuary expert coroner whatever you call em.

Ruh roh.

[fancoloredglasses]

Quantum Leap (An Enterprising approach to time travel)

(Thanks to Time Travel Nexus)

[All images are owned by Universal. Please don’t sue me or alter my past...though if you did, how would I know?] 

Yep, we’re discussing time travel again. As longtime readers would know I’ve covered time travel twice before. However, this time I’m covering an entire series devoted to time travel and its consequences (both good and bad)

This takes place in the far-flung future of...1995 (the reason for the year will become apparent soon) about a project known as Quantum Leap. The reason none of us heard of Project Quantum Leap is because it was a secret government project headed by...

...Dr. Sam Beckett (played by Scott Bakula, who went on to play Capt. Archer on Enterprise), a physicist theorizing that time travel was possible, but only if one traveled withing their own lifetime (meaning he couldn’t go further back than his birth)

However, the government was about to pull all funding unless it achieved actual results, so Sam decided to perform a test Leap before the Project was ready! The test was successful...sorta.

The person he sees in the mirror (and the one everyone else sees) isn’t him! The Leap switches his body with someone who belongs in that time, but somehow the “aura” of the person remains, allowing Sam to assume the identity of the person he Leaped into. What’s worse, the initial Leap scrambled Sam’s synapses, so he has some very large holes in his memory (though his knowledge remained, which is good since he has 6 PhDs and a working knowledge of a number of martial arts)

Sam likely would have no clue what he was doing if not for...

...his best friend, Admiral Al Calavicci. Thanks to a neural link set up by the Project between Sam and Al prior to the initial Leap, Al is able to communicate was Sam as a hologram invisible to everyone else (though it’s been established that children, dogs, and people who are convenient to the plot can somehow see and hear Al as well)

The theory (which was confirmed by the end of the series) was that some invisible hand was placing Sam where he needed to be to correct bad things that have happened (usually involving someone close to the person Sam Leaps into dying).

Due to the Project’s computer (code-named “Ziggy”) having access to every record and news story that happened during Sam’s lifetime (this was written pre-internet, so it’s on Ziggy’s hard drive instead of Ziggy merely using Google), Sam’s assistant (and Ziggy’s programmer) “Gushie” (who the hell named the supporting cast?!), Al is able to tell Sam what he’s likely there to fix and help guide him to succeed.

There is no rhyme or reason to what sort of people Sam Leaps into. A small sampling of who Sam has Leaped into include...

...a test pilot

...professional athletes

...a professional wrestler

...a psych ward patient

...a rock singer

...a Death Row inmate

...multiple women

...a pregnant woman

(Thanks to A PERFECT LIFE MOMENT)

...and Lee Harvey Oswald!

At the end of each episode, Sam leaps from the body he’s currently inhabiting and we see a brief glimpse of what Sam’s next identity will be by previewing the opening scene from the next episode (usually ending with Sam saying “Oh boy...”)

Technically, the show is science fiction. However, with the exception of Al and Ziggy it isn’t very sci-fi (though Al does have some fairly trippy outfits!) and half the fun is watching the banter between Sam and Al (as well as Sam awkwardly try to assume his newest identity before Al can show up to clue him in)

A new series started last year that is a sequel to the original series with a new team. I’ve been watching and enjoying it, and wondering when we’re gonna see a cameo featuring Sam Beckett.

If you would like to watch the series, it is currently airing on SyFy. You may also see it on NBC.com if you have cable/satellite (or Peacock if you have a subscription) If you would like to see an episode reviewed, let me know!

[whobobreviewsstuff]

Review: Breaking Bad Season 2 Episode 5 - Breakage (SPOILERS)

S2E5: Breakage

Written by Moira Walley-Beckett

Directed by Johan Renck

So Walt and Jesse are back on track with the cooking. Operation going sideways thanks to two junkies? Hank tossing Tuco's metal teeth? Hank's secret bear shop? All here!

This episode is written by Moira Walley-Beckett whom you already know wrote the most famous Breaking Bad episode of all-time. So how does she start off her Breaking Bad career with this episode? Pretty good I'd say. It isn't as compelling as previous episode was but still there is plenty to love about here.

Like I said, Walt and Jesse get back to cooking and selling meth. Only this time Jesse suggests they can't do the same shit they started off as, now Jesse convinces Walt they should be like Tuco. Have a drug network that will make them more bucks than ever. So this starts off Walt and Jesse taking over the drug business. With Skinny Pete, Badger and Combo as distributors. I like how it starts off nice and easy for them. The montage of Jesse's crew selling drugs is so much fun to watch with nice music. And of course it goes sideways when Skinny Pete gets robbed by two junkies. So we see Walt and Jesse having an argument on how will this effect their business from going forward. I do see both sides' points here, though it is clear Walt is still being greedy and in the end, he lets Jesse he should take care of the problem which we will see in the next episode. Despite Jesse wanting equalitiy in partnership, he still gets none in this episode which is not surprising.

As for what happens to them in their lives, Jesse finally starts to get his shit together. He pays Badger's cousin the money back along with property damage, he gets a new rental house and it's all looking chill.

This episode finally introduces us to Jane who is played by the amazing Krysten Ritter. I knew her in Jessica Jones days (i watched Breaking Bad later on), so seeing her pop up in this show was a pleasant surprise and I really dug her character here. And what role she plays in this season is gonna be interesting to see once again.

As for Walt, tension between him and Skyler still rises. Skyler now smokes cigarettes and Walt is unhappy with it. Thinks it's so unlike her but he hasn't known her for a while. I loved seeing Skyler's struggle play out here. She knows smoking when she is pregnant was wrong, she still did it because of Walt's negligence and she feels ahsmed of it. It's hard to not feel sorry for her in this situation. And we see her confronting Marie on shoplifting once again, only Marie, the person who wronged Skyler this time, make amends with her. Finally comes into realization of what she put her through and she apologizes to her and come forth with the truth. We don't see how it plays out after they make peace but it's clear Marie is actually righting her wrongs with her sister as opposed to Walt doing it for his wife. Really interesting bit, I'll say.

This episode also focuses on Hank who suffers from PTSD thanks to Tuco shoutout. He gets promoted to a special force which should please him but it doesn't. Instead he calls a day off and starts making his own beer. How that played out near the end was suspenseful. Beer bottles popping up sounds just like gun sounds and Hank can't differentitate between the two, so it only creates more stress around him. So he finally gives up Tuco's metal teeth as a sign of him knowing that being a police has its price.

One little scene I loved here that perhaps doesn't get talked much is how Hank tells Flynn criminals are like cockroaches. When you see them, you step on it. But then we see Walt telling Hank what drives those criminals to do these heinous acts. It's clear that Hank doesn't see any good in criminals. He is a cop after all. He doesn't understand the complicated side of crime. Especially when people pull crimes out of desperation. Walt in this episode also feels same. He is unable to afford his medical bills, so he goes back to crime to earn money. It's interesting to see how it plays out here. Walt seeks reasons for being a drug dealer. That scene may not be as flashy as drug selling montage but it is the moment that stood out most to me.

I really had a great time with this episode, despite not feeling it's one of the best episodes of this season. What Moira does next with her episodes later on should be even more interesting.

Grade: 9/10

[kim-poce]

Full House 32 - Neglect

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CW: pet whump, neglect, starvation, implied self harm (not sleep and eat), caretaker new master, institutionalized slavery.

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Neglect is a kind of abuse.

Eri knows that, he knows that very well, he saw victims of abuse back in the army, the ones who enlisted so they could go away from home, Eri was also running away back then, but running away from a rich household with caring parents was completely different, seemly worthless and stupif when compared, it took him a long time to stop comparing, to let the fact that different people have different problems sink in.

The ‘pets’ were abused in many ways, both before and after being brought, some of them must have suffered even before being a pet, and Eri wanted them to just experience good things from now on.

Neglect is a kind of abuse so Eri tried to spent as much time with the pets as their personal space allowed, but at some point it got… hard, he doesn’t blame the boys from being wary, hateful even, to him, they have all the reason and a bit more not to trust him, but…

But the work was increasing, the tasks hoarding up, the time was short and the looks on the pets’ face was so… so bad, Eri wasn’t used to being looked like that, he wasn’t used to being hated, he was often too tired of pushing himself into trying to talk with the boys just to be greets with hate and fear, so he… took a break?

The boys were doing fine enough, he told himself, they follow the rules about eating and sleeping a little better now, so Eri told himself that focusing on the other work for a week or so would be fine. He was so wrong.

“Can you come home here right now?” Eri said desperately on the phone, as soon as Beckett picked up, it was ten in the morning, on a normal weekday, but he was selfish enough to wish Beckett would get out of work and go there.

“Sorry man, I have patients until two, I’m on a ten minutes break. What happened? The little boy got worse?” Beckett said, there were sounds of something being scribbled down on a paper followed by keyboard sound.

“No, not him it was…” Eri looked down at the so slim Beige on the bed, he looked more fragile than ever, and different from when Eri first met him, this time it was his fault. “Can you go as soon as you can? I’ll pay as much as you want just…” Beige started to move restless in his sleep. “Please come, I’ll text you the code of the door. Okay?”

Please say okay, please please please plea-

“Sure,” Becket said after a little pause. “We talk better when I get there than, see you later. Take care.”

“Thanks.”

Water. “Be-” Eri paused, the person who usually helps him on caring for the others is Beige, Beige can’t help now, Beige needs help. “I’ll go bring water and… cook? No…” I don’t know of any receipts good for starving people, I should know, I should've looked it up as soon as I got here.

Eri walked to the kitchen, taking water and an apple, maybe a bit of fruit is easy enough for a start, he doesn’t know when Beige last ate, so he assumed it was long ago.

“Hey, hey, wake up,” Eri called softly, slowly feeding water to the sick pet. “It’s okay,” it’s definitely not. “I’m here now,” I shouldn’t have left to begin with.

Beige’s eyes opened, the first expression of his face upon his Eri was dread, and Eri tried to swallow the bitter feeling that that caused. The pet tried to protest, but he wasn’t strong enough to finish any sentence.

“Please eat a bit now,” Eri said, feeding him some apple on the spoon as one does to little toothless babies.

For a while it was just that, no words were spoken, what could Eri even say? ‘Why did you do that?’ would sound like scolding, ‘why didn't you tell me?’ would make it seem like Beige isn’t allowed any secrets.

“Please, Beige, don’t ever skip meals again, okay?” Eri ordered finally, it —he hoped— was the safest way to say this sentence.

Beige fearfully nodded and opened his mouth to speak but Eri just put the spoon in his mouth again, he knew what he was going to say, he didn’t want to hear it. And he knew why Beige had done this; it was Eri’s fault.

Neglect is a kind of abuse.

Eri knows that very well and yet he told himself the pets would be fine on their own, the six men are all his responsibility and god-fucking property and yet he pretended it would be fine to leave them alone.

He wanted to believe that they don’t truly need him, but they do. From the moment Eri signed these papers these people are his responsibility, and this responsibility won’t go away just because he wants it to, it won’t go away with the months or a few years. Eri didn’t want to admit that for the predictable future he would need to always walk on eggshells in his own house.

“S-sorry,” Beige said, tearing up. “I’m- I’m useless.”

“You are not,” Eri said, patting the boy’s head. Beige could only accept that he is worth something if he is useful, so Eri had no choice but to say he is useful. “I never thought of you as useless,  in truth you are always there for me, right? You are the most useful pet of all.” He was careful not to pause, pauses would be openings to misunderstandings, so it doesn't matter if the words were bitter or not, he said them naturally and gently, and hoped the boy would calm down.

Eri kept feeding him, he was small, fragile, so skinny, the dark circles on his face were huge, did he even sleep this week at all? Did he faint from hunger or did the exhaustion take the better of him? What did Eri do to make him neglect himself so much? Was it something he did or something he said? Was it his absence?

Neglect is a kind of abuse, so is Eri any better than his parents, or the trainers in the facilities? The longer he failed the more like them he felt.

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[reveluving]

the prettiest of them all

summary: What better way to use a closet mirror, conveniently placed beside the bed than to see you writhe in his arms?

pairing: damien nazario x f!mc (written as ‘you’, no name usage)

warnings: mature/smut (minor DNI!)

a/n: couldn’t just leave our man Nazario out after writing for Beckett, so please enjoy this fic with our favourite private investigator! ‘you’ can be yourself or your OC! and don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

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disclaimer! this is a submission for:

‘CFWC Naughty & Nice’ by @choicesficwriterscreations​ with the prompts (Naughty); “I can’t move.” “That’s the idea.”

‘Picktober: Choices October Challenge’ by @choicesmonthlychallenge​ using the prompts (Kinktober); Biting & Mirrors.

» smut includes; dirty mind, biting obv, fingering, soft!Damien.

'The single piece of furniture, plus your scandalous moans playing in his head on a loop continuously taunting him.' ;

It was hard for Damien to believe that it's been six months since the end of the whole Eros incident. Though he has yet to sleep without waking up in a cold sweat every once in a while, he was definitely getting better by the day.

Plus, with you in his arms at every step of the way, he'd say he's doing pretty good!

Time flies when you're with the right person— as cliché as it sounds, the statement had resonated with him the moment he knew he wanted to be more than just your friend. He remembered Nadia offering him to hang out with the three of you as a thank-you for dealing with her stalker problem. He also remembered having second thoughts about it, considering how he's always ever avoided making friends with his clients. Yet, somehow, it was the need to see you again that pushed him to say yes.

No matter how hard he tried to deny his own feelings, he knew he had no chance of winning, and he'd often thank the universe for it.

So, getting the opportunity to enjoy an entire week in Hawaii with you, especially after a slew of misfortunes and just plain stress in the office, was like dying a hero.

Not that he'd call himself a hero.

Then again, he couldn't say that in front of you. Don't ever say that, you'd probably admonish him, but not out of anger.

Oh, you. Wonderful, wonderful you. Just an embodiment of pure love and hope.

He hasn't moved from his spot ever since he reluctantly let you leave the bed, glancing between the window and the bathroom. He was conflicted between watching the picturesque sunset and seeing you walking to and fro in the bathroom sink as you did your makeup.

You and Damien had just woken up, having been forced to follow Nadia and Steve to visit the local attractions at the crack of dawn. Sloane, Khaan and Hayden's presence made the activity bearable, considering it wasn't just you and Damien in that ten hour-torture. But what could he do? Nadia was the one paying for the trip, so Damien knew better than to bitch and whine about her itinerary.

Plus, Nadia knew he didn't hate it, as long as you were around, you knew your ways of distracting him.

He covered his eyes with one arm, the cloud-like pillow and your humming nearly lulled him back to sleep, only to raise his head at your soft 'fuck!'.

Something about the noise you made immediately had eyes landing on the closet mirror next to him. The single piece of furniture, plus your scandalous moans playing in his head on a loop continuously taunting him.

Fuck it.

And just like, he shot out of bed, unwilling to ignore what he had been wanting to do the second he got here.

Seeing you meticulously work on your lashes, he was nice enough to knock on the door, your expression shifting from extreme focus to a wide grin.

“Morning, handsome,” You joked and yet, you continued with perfecting your wing, “We should be getting ready, Nadia's been torturing my phone for like, 30 minutes now.”

As if on cue, the 'ding!' coming from your phone only supported your explanation, the 17th message from none other than Mrs Park herself.

Damien answered you with a hum, leaning against the door frame and watching you with his sharp eyes. He took in your current appearance; Dazzling and downright luscious, dressed to the nines, despite the lack of clothing covering you up. A naughty little vixen. A single taste of you and his self-restraints will immediately snap.

“Damien?” You didn’t look back at him, despite his lack of response, only for you to freeze up when he came up to you ever so slowly. The way he approached you with such a look made you feel like a prey, a thought that you couldn’t help yourself as you rubbed your thighs together.

He must’ve noticed it, chuckling as he stood behind you, his erection barely hiding behind his briefs as he pinned you against the counter.

“What are you doing?” You finally met his eyes in the mirror, giving him a nervous giggle.

“Just… appreciating.”

“Yeah? Well, do you mind if you…” You motioned him to step back with your free hand, “Move back a little?”

“Now, why would I do that?” His voice got deeper as if your question had offended him despite the mischief in his tone. You only thought of putting the brush down when he placed both of his hands on either side of you, trapping you between his hard chest and the counter.

“I… I can’t move.” The prominent bulge was impossible to ignore, especially when he began rolling his hips into your backside. You choked out a gasp, the mascara was long forgotten as it dropped to the floor, hints of ink smearing the marble top when it slipped out of your fingers.

“That’s the idea.”

He didn't give you the time to process and dragged you out to the bedroom, carrying you via bridal style. Your demands to put you down were as effective as a Pomeranian yapping at its owner, with Damien's chest reverberating with laughter against you.

Surprisingly, instead of placing you down on the bed as you expected, he sat on the edge of the bed, which faced the unexplainably long mirror. Damien knew he got you exactly where he wanted the second he heard your breath hitching, and he knew it wasn’t only because he had you on his lap.

It was the first thing you noticed when you checked in, the placement and sheer size of it drove your mind to run wild. It didn’t last long, though, for you were forced to snap out of it when Damien came in seconds later. But you should’ve known better than to think he didn’t notice, too focused on the idea of being ravished in front of it to see the smug on his face. You lied when he asked if you were okay, answering him ever so softly without meeting his gaze before running off to the bathroom ‘to change into your bikini’ despite forgetting to grab your swimwear out of your luggage.

Since then, his imagination, too, became anything but appropriate, though if he wasn’t being honest, he would’ve thought about it regardless. But the real problem was finding the right time for it. Since the very first day, he had you bouncing on his cock in the luxurious bathtub and has gone down on you in the sauna but not once have the two of you used the bed. Whether it was because you were too tired or too comfortable in the sheets, and in Damien’s arms no less, it didn’t matter anymore, because he was going to change that.

To hell with Nadia’s plans tonight, he had other priorities.

The way his warm breath tickled your neck as he perched his chin on your shoulder, his calloused hands running up and down your hips before settling them on your top. He grazed his teeth across your neck, easily finding the sweet spot that sent shivers down your spine. He didn’t spare you a second before biting into the soft skin, huffing out in amusement when you choked out a gasp, writhing in his arms, and he didn’t just do it once.

He didn’t want just one hickey on your pretty neck, after all.

He fondled your breasts, feeling your nipples tighten under the material. He dragged the top down, the material folding under your breasts and accentuating your assets. His mouth was dying to latch onto your nipples, but he was already too entranced by the current view in front of him. That didn’t mean who wouldn’t do it later.

He never said he’d be done with it after one round.

And the second his fingers brushed against your sensitive bud, he knew you were done for.

The way his fingers pumped in and out of your pussy had you squirming in his lap, his lips unconsciously parting with yours as he watched your face contort in pleasure. He didn’t even bother removing your panties, opting to move the offending material aside before easing in his thick, middle finger. The more he curled his fingers into you, the more you soaked both his briefs, down to the bedsheets. Not that he gave a shit anyway. In fact, it was exactly what he wanted to see, the same way he wanted to hear that delicious squelching.

Your head rolled back, resting it against his shoulder as he leaned in and whispered.

“Open your eyes, mi vida,” You whined, both from the nickname and how his voice went so far as to make you tighten around his fingers. He growled at the sensation, but managed to keep it together before continuing, “Look at yourself in the mirror and see how gorgeous you are.”

You tried to, you really did, but with the way rolled his hips against yours, it was almost impossible to even open your eyes, let alone keep your head up.

So, he helped you out.

His other hand moved from your waist, his fingers sliding from the valley of your breasts, tits now hard from when he rolled them just moments ago, before holding you by the jaw. It was nowhere near rough, but enough to help you look up.

If it wasn’t for Damien, you would’ve looked away just as quickly, your body growing hotter than you thought was possible at the sight; your skin glowing from the sheen of sweat and dim light coming from the bathroom, his thick fingers thrusting in and out of your tight hole and those blown out pupils of his as he watched you, right before his eyes met yours, now far less innocent of a situation then your brief conversation in the bathroom earlier.

“Cancel our plans,” You didn’t even know what he was talking about at first, not especially when he turned your head to look at him, hair disheveled and looking feral, “I want you to see how beautiful you cum in the mirror. Over and over again.”

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» gorgeous rose divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics ♡

[englishstrawbie]

Station 19 5x11

- I feel like I might be in the minority when I say this, but I liked this episode better than last week’s.

- Maya and Carina’s communication problems would improve if they tried talking when both of them were present, both physically and mentally, rather than one of them being at work or on their way out of the door.

- Their initial conversation about choosing a sperm donor was interesting. Maya wants to be some part of the process by choosing the donor, but Carina seems reluctant to let her “win” (not the best choice of word and I’m glad Maya acknowledged that later on) – and when Maya tries to assert herself, Carina thinks they’re going back to step one. It’s sad that she doesn’t recognise that Maya feels like a spare part in this process, especially given that she is an OBGYN so it’s all familiar to her whereas it’s all new to Maya.

- In fact, Maya is all in. But because it’s all new to her, it takes her longer to understand what that actually means. It’s not really about the fact that the baby will be “all Deluca”, she’s said several times that she’s happy with Carina carrying and using her egg - it’s about control. What she wants is some control over what’s happening and who the donor is and what that means for their family – because that’s who Maya is. And she always needs time to process her thoughts and feelings before she can express them, which is why (as annoying as it can sometimes be) we see her talking to Andy and Travis (and, in the past, Jack and Dean) before she’s ready to talk to Carina. But she gets there in the end. 

- What I’m curious about is why Carina was so against Maya’s choice of donor? I wish they had given us her feelings too. I wonder if it’s because she thinks if… or maybe she’s stuck on when… Maya changes her mind and they’re further along the line, the baby is hers and won’t be a constant reminder of Maya? Which would be terribly sad if that’s the case. Or maybe she’s just stubborn! 🤷🏼‍♀️ Does anyone have any good ideas on this one? Because I’m struggling to understand Carina this season.

- I love that Maya went to the hospital to explain her thoughts and make sure Carina had the reassurance she obviously needed.

- Don’t get me wrong, if you’ve read my rambles before you’ll know that I’m not thrilled about the idea of them deciding to use a donor they know and that hasn’t changed - because it’s Shondaland and that means drama. I’m fully expecting to be annoyed again as this story continues. 😜 My only hope is that the writers have listened to and learned from Danielle’s own experience to turn it into an interesting and unique storyline. There are plenty of other ways to create drama without baby daddy drama.

- Like Carina says, they have a lot more to talk about if this is what they’re choosing and I didn’t get the impression that Carina thought it was a good idea. I really hope they show us that conversation. Just… not Jack. Please, not Jack. 🤞🏻🤞🏻

- Barrett Doss. 👏🏻👏🏻

- I’m glad Theo was with Vic at the hospital, I’m glad they gave them an episode to process it, and I’m glad they delved into Vic and Theo a little more. They had some beautiful scenes together and it felt like they treated the storyline with respect, which I liked. It also felt like the first time I had seen some spark and chemistry between them.

- Travis really needs to sort out his bathroom. 😂

- Andy and Jack are messy people and together they have every chance of being even messier! I can’t help but think that being each other’s fix-it buddies is going to end in another hook up – which I wouldn’t object to! We need something fun amongst all the angst and drama.

- I kind of love Sullivan and Beckett winding each other up. But I’m going to say it… this nonsense wouldn’t happen if Maya was still captain.

- Travis and Emmett… ouch. 😬