#and then i said pokey is short for

[im-not-a-l0ser]

News time! Nibbly calls Pokey "Pococoa!"

[reginageorgesgirlfriend3020]

Paige Bueckers as an ass girl

Okay, hear me out. She ADORES your ass

When you go to the gym with her she won’t even work out she will stare at your ass while she’s supposed to be lifting weights and you do your yoga work out

And when you glance at her she’ll try and pretend to work out next to you

Even when you wear her basketball shorts they kinda bring out the roundness of your ass which makes Paige wanna draw imaginary shapes on it

When you wear a hoodie and sweatpants during the winter she’ll try to poke your ass with her fingers and say, “Pokey pokey poke”.

One time you were sleeping and she rested her head on your ass and took a picture of her head on your ass. And wrote the caption: This ass is mine.

You were scrolling through instagram and you saw it. You tossed your phone on the bed and walked into the living room. “You. Sick. Freak”. You said

”What? What’d I do?” Paige asked

“You took a picture with your head on my ass while I was asleep and you freaking wrote my ass is yours!!” You exclaimed

”But baby. I like your ass”. Said Paige all nonchalantly

And you smacked her upside the head. “Ow!” Said Paige

So while you were sleeping she bounced a small basketball on your ass to see if your ass jiggles and to her surprise it did

That was her experiment

And once she told you she did that she started giggling. So you told her, her looking at your ass all day she’s definitely grounded indefinitely from doing that

And she went all silent on you. She sulked. Pouted. And would just look at you. (See gif above)

[katyawriteswhump]

mommy's girl

For @stevieweek day 4 (sorry I’m late!) Special Outfit and extra prompts, Scoops/uniform, lingerie & @steddiemicrofic July prompt, ‘one’.  Rating: M WC 1,111 words. CW: None.

Tags: trans-fem Stevie Harrington, steddie, no upside down au, angst and feels, platonic stobin, steve has an awesome mom and not-so-awesome dad (also, faintly based on some RL experiences belonging to my other half... used with permission and love ;)) All my ST fic on AO3

Summary: Stevie makes a new beginning, and it’s all super-overwhelming…

…

Stevie was fumbling in her purse for her car-keys. Her mom hurried from the porch with yesterday’s mascara bleeding from her eyes and her hair tumbling from its pins:

“Stevie! You forgot your name-badge.”

“Gotta love company policy,” griped Stevie. At least the dumb thing now said ‘Stevie.’ Her mom pinned it on her Scoops uniform above her padded bra—part of a slinky set Eddie gifted her last time he came home from tour. Eddie was next due back today, which was something to look forward to after the previous night’s trauma.

“You gonna be okay, mom?” asked Stevie. “If you need me, I’ll call in sick.”

“No. This is day one of the rest of our lives. Your father’s finally gone for good. I need to start untangling our affairs.”

“And I finally get to go to work in a miniskirt.” Stevie glanced at her thigh-kissing skirt. She loved it, but… Shit, too much was happening.

His mom had booted her father out for a billion reasons. However, his constant gaslighting of Stevie being Stevie—and her dating ‘that lowlife Munson punk’—had sparked last night’s apocalyptic standoff. “Look, I’m sorry it was me that—”

“Don’t you dare apologise.” Her mom placed her hands on Stevie’s shoulders. “I’m so proud of you, darling. You got a job you enjoy, a boyfriend who adores you, and you always look a billion dollars.”

“In this shitty uniform?”

“Even in that.”

“Still not wearing the lousy hat.”

Breaking the news about her father to Robin meant Scoops opened half an hour late. Then, when Stevie leaned down to pull up the shutter, Robin yelled: “Screw you, Shit-bird, that skirt looks too good, and your ass looks too pretty, and I despise you.”

“You wear a skirt then. You could start a douchey scoreboard for who gets more creepy stares.”

“You know I hate skirts.”

“Quit whining then.”

Bantering with Robin couldn’t distract Stevie from her tiredness and nerves. When her mind started screaming, she focussed on the cling of her skirt, the glide of the silk panties beneath. Eddie would be here soon. Eddie would go crazy for her…

Robin took the phone message. Eddie’s flight was cancelled. He wouldn’t be home till tomorrow.

Dammit, Stevie needed him now.

She was wiping down a table, when she heard a snicker. A devastating mean-girl stare slammed into her.

Right at crotch level.

Stevie glanced down. 

Oh. Shit.

Robin found her at the back of the store, slumped forward on the table, face pillowed in her arms. “Stevie? You okay?”

“No.” Stevie jumped up and pointed to the middle-front of her skirt. At the bulge. “Look.”

“Huh?”

 “You see? It’s Mr… Miss Pokey.” 

Robin shrugged. “Only if you squint.”

Stevie swiped her lank-feeling hair from her face. Her hands trembled. “I’ve not even gotten an erection or anything. Everyone’s staring.”

“They’re not.”

“They are! I loved these panties, but the silk triangle at the front bunches everything forward and…” Suddenly, it was all super-overwhelming. What the heck was she… HE… doing? He’d wrecked his parents’ marriage. Eddie was probably lying about the flight to avoid him. “Jesus, I look horrible. I’ll put the shorts back on.”

“Don’t you dare.” Robin shoved a banana across the table. “Eat that. You’re cranky when you’re hungry.”

“It doesn’t solve—”

“No, it doesn’t. I have an idea what will.”

…

“It’s too weird not having to shit myself about your Pa taking pot-shots at me,” said Eddie, when Stevie led him into her bedroom. It was stacked with boxes—her mom had already got the decorators in. “Got you a lil’ something, Babe.”

Eddie presented a crepe-paper parcel. Stevie smiled tightly and sat on the bed to unwrap. It was gonna be more underwear, but her confidence was so shattered that…

She held up the swathe of peachy cotton and white lace. “You got me granny pants?”

Eddie beamed and Stevie couldn’t help giggling.

“Jesus, did Robin call you? Or my mom?”

She stripped off and pulled them on, loving how Eddie lapped her up with his thirsty gaze. Stevie couldn’t keep her own eyes from the mirror. The panties pressed her in slightly in the front, perfect for a mini-skirt or figure-hugging dress. Eddie swept her hair from where it dusted her shoulders and hooked her matching bra. He trailed kisses down the sweep of her neck, each sending a delicious shimmer down her spine, then twirled her around.

“I love them, Eddie.”

“Me too, honey. You look amazing. I could’ve got ones that pad at the hips but with your teeny waist…” He traced it lightly. She shivered with pleasure. “Nah, don’t need it.”

“Can’t believe I’m feeling hot in big panties.” She leaned back into his embrace, dizzied by the weird relief of the moment. It was no way as epic as her father having finally gone, but… 

“Shall I order a dozen, Stevie?”

“Hell, yeah.”

They both tumbled sideways onto her bed. “Cool, Babe. Let’s get you outta them.”

They took it slow, kissing till he was wearing her lipstick. Then he set her squirming, her fists clenching his hair, as he nibbled around the cute lace at the trim of her panties, before slipping his fingertips teasingly beneath. Slowly, he peeled her free. Stevie hadn’t waxed today, but that was fine, because hairy was what she was sometimes, and Eddie, as he whispered again and again, worshipped her every way she was.

They made love, fixing deep in each other’s eyes. Stevie’s panties looped her thigh like a slinky garter.

…

It was a week later when Stevie, for the first time since her father left, found her mom crying. She was hanging out the washing on the line.

“Mom, what is it?”  She hurried over, and yes, her mom’s eyes were teary. And she was laughing. “Mom?”

Her mom reached up and brushed knuckles down Stevie’s cheek. “Don’t worry about me, darling. I’m happy.” She nodded at Stevie’s new panties. “They remind me of my gym kit. You know, the good old cheerleading days. Never marry a Jock, darling.”

“Wasn’t on planning on it.”

“Eddie really is the one, isn’t he?”

Stevie’s heart panged with happiness and sadness at once. “Still time for you to find your one and only, mom.”

They pegged the rest of the washing up together: “Gotta ask, mom—did you want a daughter?”

“I only ever wanted you, Stevie,” she said, then, slightly crossly: “But if your long-haired lover’s late for family dinner again, I’ll kick his ass back on tour.”

“Mom!” Stevie pitched a sock, which her mom neatly caught. “Don’t be mean.”

They were both laughing. Life felt pretty good.

[satelitis]

— IN THE SUMMERTIME ♱ bradley “rooster” bradshaw x reader

-> when the weather is high

pairings — bradley “rooster” bradshaw x fem!reader

© content/ trigger warning — a sassy (sexual) remark from jake, swearing, teasing, shirtless roo 😍😍, sassy roo

juno yaps — ERMMMM I LOVE BRADLEY ☺️ also your callsign is apollo

requested? — yes/no (@jaidens, @ivyppoison)

word count — 437

The persistent rays of the golden sun beat down on Breakers Beach in sunny Coronado, California. As a warm overlay coated the Top Gun pilots, they engaged in a competitive game of beach football.

13 recruits battled it out, tackling one another basking in the warm summer sun. Lieutenant Y/n "Apollo" L/n ran to catch the ball, the sun complimenting her features perfectly. As she caught the football she ran to the "endzone" which, in reality, was just a line traced in the sand.

However, before the pilot could make it to the endzone, a pair of muscular arms paired with a toned abdomen wrapped around the girls waist, bringing them both to meet the sand. A laugh escaped Y/n's mouth as she was now on top of a shirtless Bradley.

"Fancy seeing you here, Sunshine." he teased, leading to an infamous eye roll from his girlfriend.

"Y'know, Apollo is way more intimidating than sunshine, being he's like a god and all?" she retorted. Bradleys smug smile paired with an eyebrow raise.

"Is that so, Sunshine?" he asked, continuing to use the nickname. She hit his chest playfully with the football still on top of him.

"Alright, alright if you two are going to do the hokey pokey please, for the love of all things holy go get a room, lovebirds." Jake Sershin spoke up, teasing the couple. The other lieutenants laughed. Y/n stopped straddling Bradley and got up, dusting herself off from the sand, a light tint of red masking her cheeks, although she was slightly sunburnt so it blended in plenty.

"Never use the term hokey pokey again." Bradley said in a jokingly disgusted voice, pointing a finger at Jake. He put his hands up in defense and pursed his lips.

"Now are we going to play or what, lovebirds?" he asked the couple, teasingly. Y/n took the ball from Bradleys veiny hands, she grabbed the side of his face with the other hand and kissed his slightly chapped lips perfectly. He kissed back with the same amount of passion despite the kiss being quite chaste and short.

'What was that for?" he asked, an eyebrow slightly raised. Y/n shrugged.

"Oh just for goodluck, because I'm going to kick your ass Chicken." she responded with the same energy as he had before. Bradley had a look of slight shock on his face, a breathy laugh escaping his lips. The others responded with an array of whoops and hollers and "ooo"s. Bradley licked his lips before opening his mouth to respond.

"You're on Sunshine." he smiled, pulling down his aviator sunglasses to wink at the girl.

[deconstructthesoup]

It's Black Friday, which means I'm, of course, thinking about Starkid... and I have a theory that the specific order that the LiB are always listed in (Pokotho, Bliklotep, T'noy Karaxis, Nibblephem, Wiggoth Y'Wrath) are, in fact, the order of how powerful they are, from least to greatest.

Let's start with Pokey. Now, on the surface, yeah, being able to completely take over people and turn them into hollow shells that speak your voice may be pretty damn powerful, but I think this actually works to the LiB's detriment. Think back to what Hidgens said, way back in TGWDLM---the existence of the hivemind would result in world peace, because if they're all under one mind, one "Singular Voice," there's nothing to fight about... but the LiB are all about sowing chaos, driving people to ruin. And if Pokey takes over everyone, there's nobody left to mess with. Even Webby outright compares Pokey to the rest of his brothers, which speaks a lot to how they see him---short-sighted, close-minded, and probably a little selfish. (I could also bring up the fact that unlike the others, he seems a lot more serious and even somber in his infliction, tying into his stone-face mask, but that's a whole other thing.) He's also, interestingly enough, one of two LiB who weren't introduced by way of Sniggles---even Nibbly got a little song from two of them after he did his Honey Queen munching---so maybe that means something? Idk.

Blinky definitely seems to have a good deal of power, if the horrors going on in Watcher World are anything to go by, but it also seems kinda... limited. From what we can see (heh), Blinky just operates out of this theme park, and unlike the others? He actually got defeated. Alice and Bill broke out of the effects, flooded Watcher World, and made it out with their bond strengthened rather than broken. Compare this with Pokey succeeding in taking over the world in TGWDLM---even if he failed later in Yellow Jacket---Tinky easily pulling the rug out from Ted's feet in Time Bastard, Nibbly snacking on Linda without so much as a second thought in Honey Queen, and Wiggly fucking starting a nuclear war in Black Friday despite his cult getting defeated and him not actually manifesting, you gotta wonder... what's up with Blinky failing? But I think his human look in NPMD speaks to that---it's a very laid-back look, and I saw someone suggest that he (or she, here, I guess) is trying to emulate the type of teen who's just there to chill, sit back, and watch TV. Maybe Blinky's whole deal is that he's fairly passive, and just wants to watch the chaos happen while he nudges some folks in the right direction. I could be completely wrong, of course.

Now, Tinky as the brother who's smack-dab in the middle actually makes a lot of sense. His domain is time itself---that's nothing to sneeze at! He's incredibly devious, and he always seems to get what he wants! His specialty is driving people insane! But when you look at the fact that he seems a little too chaotic, even for his brothers, and the fact that his eldritch form is, uh... kinda tame, since it's literally just a yellow goat, you have to wonder if Tinky suffers from middle-child syndrome. He's powerful, sure, but he's weird. Either he gets overlooked or he's just there to be along for the ride---I'm just guessing this based on the fact that he had, like two lines in The Summoning, even though he's probably the reason the messed-up timeline in Hatchetfield exists. He's just the crazy middle child, and honestly? That works. Good for him.

Nibbly, I think, is the only LiB (aside from our tentacle boi) who is explicitly stated to be considered "unique," with a power set that automatically puts him on a different level than a lot of his brothers. He's the only one who can regularly manifest in our reality, which makes him the only one who can physically affect the real world---and sure, that means eating pagent winners, but it could also mean a shitton of other things. It's kind of amazing that with his constant hunger and the power to manifest on Earth once a year, he only limits himself to one sacrifice... and maybe that's the point. Maybe the sacrifice only exists because Nibbly used to use that night to cause as much devastation as possible, and he's calmed down since then. Which, uh... yeah, scary thought.

And, yeah, Wiggly is obvious. He's in charge, he makes the decisions, he's always revered over the others---it's pretty clear that he's the most powerful brother, and though everything he does in Black Friday speaks to that, I have a feeling that we don't actually know the extent of Wiggly's true power... and maybe, that's the point. The other LiB get clear-cut domains---control, surveillance, time, and hunger, with not a lot of room for wiggle room, if you'll forgive the pun---but for Wiggly, it's not so obvious. We know that his line in The Summoning is "Wiggly wants his wrath," but it's not just wrath that he preys on. In Black Friday, he uses what people want to become strong, quite literally marketing himself as the solution to all of their problems. In NPMD, he asks Steph, Pete, and Grace for the thing they cherish. He's not just wrath, but greed and desire, and that adds a punch. Also, that extra bit of complexity makes him line up perfectly as a devil figure.

And considering all of this, you have to wonder---where does Webby fall in all of this? Is she stronger than her brothers, and it's just that they outnumber her, or is she weaker? Is she older or younger (this might've been answered, I'm not as caught up on livestream lore as some may be)? Is it just her in the White, or does she have sisters? She's described as "A Queen in White," not "The Queen in White," which points to there maybe being more, but why haven't we seen more? Why is it just Webby fighting against her brothers, and why can't she do more?

*pauses*

Wow. Okay. Jesus, that got away from me.

Anyways, the Hatchetfield saga has super cool horror worldbuilding

[multi-fandomdisaster]

Welp, enough of you guys seen interested so I present my TGWDLM AU: The Guy Who Kinda Likes Musicals!

The AU itself is inspired by the lines "I'm still the man you trust," "You have to sing to survive," & "Put your words to lyrics and you're playing the game now" in Inevitable, as well as the fact that Jon said that he'd sometimes play Paul as only pretending to be a part of the Hive at the end of some shows.

It follows Emma Perkins and a partially-infected Paul Matthews post-TGWDLM who have decided to return to Hatchetfield in order to search for other survivors, eventually ending up setting up a survivor camp in order to help those who are left. They effectively use Paul's connection to the Hive in order to:

Make sure the Hive doesn't find them

Literally teach people how to "sing to survive"

Some fun facts about the AU (& by that I mean about Paul lol):

The reason Paul's only partially infected is because he breathed in the spores rather than directly consuming the blue shit. That being said, he is still infected, and as time goes on he'll start to lose more and more of himself to the Singular Voice. Basically his transition into the Hive is significantly slower.

Paul has a giant patch of blue-tinted skin across his stomach and the outside of his arms from where he got blown up by the grenade and the blue shit rebuilt his body.

One of the rules of the camp is to NEVER eat or drink after Paul, lest he spread the infection. Pretty much everything he eats and drinks is specifically labeled for him.

Pokey can talk through and take control of Paul, although only for short stretches of time. As time goes on, he starts being able to take over more frequently and for longer periods.

If you want to know anything more, please send an ask! I'd love to keep rambling about this AU lol

[literaryavenger]

Captain America: Civil War - 5

Summary: Team Cap gets taken to the Raft.

Pairing: Avengers x Reader, Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of injuries. Language. Mentions of Y/N. A little angst if you squint. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 1.8K

A/N: Thank god it took me very little to finish this one! Hope you like it!

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

The Raft.

That’s where they sent you after they arrested you in Germany. The fucking Raft.

You haven’t even seen Wanda since you were handed your very unstylish new clothes and they made you change.

You got separated from her when they took you to your cell between Scott's and Sam's. You dread what they're going to do to her, but you're powerless to stop them.

You sit on the ground of your cell and don’t move from there, barely registering what happens around you until the sound of clapping snaps you out of your trance. 

“The Futurist, gentlemen!” Clint shouts but you still don’t move, just listening to the scene. “The Futurist is here! He sees all! He knows what's best for you, whether you like it or not.”

“Give me a break, Barton.” You hear Tony say and almost show some emotion, but stop yourself. “I had no idea they'd put you here. Come on.”

You hear Clint spit and then say “Yeah, well, you knew they'd put us somewhere, Tony.”

“Yeah, but not some super-max floating ocean pokey. You know, this place is for maniacs. This is a place for…”

“Criminals?” Clint interrupts him. “Criminals, Tony. Think that's the word you're looking for. Right? That didn't used to mean me. Or Sam, or Y/N, or Wanda. But here we are.”

“Because you broke the law.” Tony says.

“Yeah.” Clint says back and starts chanting “La la la la la” while Tony talks, making you grin slightly.

“I didn't make you. You read it, you broke it.” Tony keeps talking. “Alright, you're all grown up, you got a wife and kids. I don't understand, why didn't you think about them before you chose the wrong side.” he says and your face falls again immediately, knowing Tony went too far.

“You gotta watch your back with this guy.” Clint says before slamming his hands on the bars angrily. “There's a chance he's gonna break it!”

“Hank Pym always said, you never can trust a Stark.” You hear Scott say from the cell on your right.

“Who are you?” Tony says, his voice closer to you than before, and you can hear Scott mumbling “Come on, man.”

Tony gets to your cell and sees you sitting on the ground, hugging your knees tight to your chest, your head resting back on the wall while you look straight ahead.

Tony is nothing short of shocked when he sees your face all beat up and bruised, your arm bandaged with blood seeping through it showing just how big and deep the cut is, all courtesy of Ayo.

“I never wanted to see you like this...” Tony says softly but you don’t even react to his words.

He’s standing in front of you but it’s like he’s not even there, like you’re looking right through him to something more interesting behind him.

Tony sighs and shakes his head before moving to Sam’s cell.

“How's Rhodes?” Sam asks right away.

“They're flying him to Columbia Medical tomorrow. So… fingers cross.” Tony answers and you close your eyes, grateful that he’s still alive at least. “What do you need? They feed you yet?”

“You're the good cop now?” Sam asks almost in disbelief.

“I'm just the guy who needs to know where Steve went.” Tony answers calmly.

“Well, you better go get a bad cop, because you're gonna have to go Mark Fuhrman on my ass to get information out of me.”

“Oh, I just knocked the 'A' out of their 'AV'.” Tony says, much too playfully for your taste. “We got about 30 seconds before they realize it's not their equipment.”

You furrow your eyebrows at his next sentence. “Just look. Because that is the fellow who was supposed to interrogate Barnes. Clearly, I made a mistake. Sam, I was wrong.”

Your eyes snap open at his apology and, even though you can’t see either of them, you know Sam’s feeling the same way as you, which is confirmed by his next sentence. “That's a first.”

“Cap is definitely off the reservation but he's about to need all the help he can get. We don't know each other very well. You don't have to-”

“Hey, it's alright.” Sam interrupts him, then you hear him sigh and after a little pause he says “Look, I'll tell you… but you have to go alone and as a friend.”

“Easy.” Tony says and Sam proceeds to tell him all about the Hydra base in Siberia and the other supersoldiers.

When Tony leaves, Sam once again tries to make sure you’re okay even if he hasn’t had luck at getting an answer out of you since you got here.

He knocks twice on the wall between you two then pauses and then knocks three more times fast before talking, a thing you two started doing since you both moved into the Avengers Compound so you would know it was the other knocking right away. “Are you okay?”

You don’t answer him and can hear him sighing before continuing talking.

“Look, I’m sorry you got caught up in this and-”

“I don’t regret the choice I made, Sam.” You interrupt him before he can finish his sentence, speaking up for the first time since you got arrested at the airport. “As much as this sucks, it was the right thing to do. I know it was.”

You don’t say anything else. Sam can tell you mean it and he knows better than to push you.

“They’ll be okay.” He says after a moment of silence and then lets you be.

You know he means Steve, Bucky and Tony but you can’t help but think he’s trying to reassure you that Bucky’s gonna be fine.

And you can only hope that he’s right.

-

A couple of weeks after Tony’s visit there’s a commotion in the prison.

You haven’t so much as made a sound since that day, aside from your daily knock on the wall between you and Sam so he can make sure you’re okay, knowing you well enough to know you don’t want to talk but still wanting to check in.

But you can’t help but let out a loud gasp when you see Steve just standing in front of your cells.

You look around when the cell doors open and you hesitantly get up from the floor and walk towards Steve. He hugs Sam, then you, then Clint and then pats Scott on the back, but doesn’t linger long before he’s guiding you towards another level where Wanda is.

You get to her just as the door to her cell opens and you rush inside with Clint to take off her collar while he takes off her straightjacket. You hug her tightly and wrap your arm around her with Clint to help her move you since she looks a little worse for wear.

You manage to move through the prison without problems. You have to hand it to Steve, he’s a hell of a criminal.

When you get to the landing pad you see the Quinjet ready for take off and you all rush inside just to see Bucky at the commands and you smile brightly at the sight.

You have no time to comment, though, as Sam shouts “What are you waiting for?! Go!”

Bucky rolls his eyes but calmly says “We have one more coming.”

You frown. One more? You turn to Steve confusedly but before you can ask anything you can see blond hair darting into the Quinjet and then Natasha’s there.

Bucky instantly takes off and you all take seats and buckle up.

There’s a moment of silence while everyone processes what just happened, but you break it while looking at Natasha that’s sitting directly in front of you.

“Are we gonna talk about the hair?” You ask arching your eyebrow with a smirk.

She groans in annoyance and you can hear the others chuckling while she says “We are not.”

-

After a few hours you all get to a safehouse and Steve ushers you in before showing you around.

It’s not bad: a secluded cabin with three bedrooms, not too big but Steve assured you you wouldn’t be staying there long anyway. Which makes sense, you're on the run now so this is just temporary.

After the tour Bucky approaches you in the living room and only then you notice he’s missing his metal arm.

“You flew the jet with only one arm? That’s impressive…” You can’t help yourself as you reach to touch his left shoulder, your eyes fixated on it. But stop on your tracks when you feel his right hand carefully cupping your cheek.

Your eyes snap up to his and you can see him thoroughly inspecting the wounds in your face that are still healing a little. He grimaces when he looks down at your bandaged arm and whispers “I’m sorry…”

“It’s nothing I can’t handle, Sergeant.” You smile softly at him and put your hand over his still on your cheek, trying to reassure him that you’re fine.

“I bet you can, doll.” He chuckles.

You’re too busy staring at each other to notice everyone’s attention is on you until Steve clears his throat with an apologetic look on his face.

“We need to go, Buck.” He says and you look confusedly between the two men.

“I’m going back into cryo.” Bucky clarifies for you.

“Oh.” Is all you can say and your eyes widen for a second before you force yourself to put on a more neutral face.

“It’s okay.” He smiles at you, but you feel like he’s trying to convince himself as much as you. “It’s nothing I can’t handle, doll.”

You try your best to smile and not look too bummed out. “I bet you can, Sergeant.”

You hesitate for a moment before surprising him, the others and even yourself by giving him a hug. He hesitates too before delicately hugging you back and, after a moment, you pull away. 

He smiles at you with a faint blush and you smile back, watching him walk to the door.

Steve passes you on his way to the door and kisses your forehead, whispering “He’ll be okay” before saying goodbye to the rest of the team, assuring you that he’ll be back soon. Then he also goes through the door and soon both the supersoldiers are gone.

You turn around with a sigh and see Sam, Natasha and Clint standing there, grinning at you, Wanda and Scott looking more compassionate than teasing.

You narrow your eyes at the first three and say sternly “Not. A. Word.” punctuating every word by pointing threateningly at each of them.

They raise their hands in mock surrender while snickering but thankfully don’t say anything and everyone just scatters around the safehouse.

You see the Quinjet depart from the window and try your best to look at the bright side: This isn’t forever, you’ll see him again.

Right?

Requested taglist: @sapphirebarnes @aki-ham @mary-jinx @abbyyourlocalmilf @selcouthial @esposadomd @americaarse

[marvelmaniac715]

I put this on AO3 but you might like it here as well:

Wiggly stumbled into the Black and White, coated in ash. With a bemused grin, he observed:

“Well, that went well.”

His four brothers looked up from the table they were playing ‘Go Fish’ at. Nibbly asked (whilst munching on a playing card):

“Wait, did it actually go well or is this sarcasm again?”

Wiggly frowned and said:

“It actually went well, I baited Russia into nuking Hatchetfield, giving us lots of new fwendy-wends to torment down here in the Black.”

Wiggly’s four brothers cheered before Tinky suddenly frowned and asked:

“Wait a minute… you killed Ted?”

Shrugging, Wiggly replied:

“Yes, what’s it to you?”

Tinky burst into tears, wailing:

“He’s mine! You promised you wouldn’t poach!”

As this happened, Blinky stared at Tinky and Wiggly over his glasses, musing:

“So nice to get the whole family together again… got any threes?”

Pokey shook his head before adding:

“I for one think our elder brother put on a marvellous show - I’m glad to see the jingle I wrote did not go to waste.”

Tinky pointed accusingly at Pokey and exclaimed:

“Paul got killed too! He was the star of your show, aren’t you mad about it?!”

Pokey’s expression soured. He crossed his arms and glared at Wiggly, muttering darkly:

“I hadn’t thought about that. You owe me a Paul.”

Wiggly shrugged, brushing this demand off with a breezy:

“Oh, just steal one from a different timeline - there’s one where he’s a cat so he’s already submissive.”

Pokey sighed, pointing out:

“It won’t work if he isn’t secretly headstrong, there’s no conflict otherwise. It’s like you’ve never seen a musical in your life.”

Wiggly rolled his eyes, replying:

“I haven’t, that’s the point.”

With this, the Black and White descended into uproar, with four out of the five brothers yelling at each other about their various grievances, including certain Hatchetfield citizens being murdered and ‘all the good food being destroyed’ (that was Nibbly’s rather short-lived complaint). The only brother who wasn’t yelling was Blinky, who had retreated into a shadowy corner to watch the brawl.

After around half an hour of fighting, Webby materialised next to Blinky in the Black, laughing at the childish squabbling. She and Blinky exchanged light pleasantries before settling down to watch the arguments over the fate of this timeline’s Hatchetfield. Finally, Webby turned to her brother and asked concernedly:

“Wait, you’re their scout, aren’t you? Aren’t you gonna tell our brothers that I’m here?”

Blinky shrugged, not even taking his attention off of the fight as he replied:

“Nah, babe, I live for the drama, stay as long as you want.”

By the time the rest of their brothers noticed that Blinky wasn’t joining in with the fighting, Webby had already said goodbye to Blinky and taken her leave. All in all, a typical day in the Black and White, with the only difference being that unlike every other time the siblings played card games together, Nibbly only ate one card.

[hatchetfieldtheories]

Workin' Boys: A New Theory

So, I’ve changed my mind.

A while back I wrote this theory, and while I do still think there is some truth to the theory that Hidgens began to have his apotheosis once he touched the blue goo, I think there is more to the story.

Note, the below contains one mild spoiler for NPMD.  Mild only in that I will briefly reference one character without any context added.  Feel free to skip this theory if you wish, or come back to it post 13th October to see how much I got wrong!!

Great Scott! It’s a Workin Boys theory!

The world will be blessed with Workin Boys next week, and I know not everyone will get to watch it, but it’s safe to say there will be things we learn from the show that will either answer some of our never ending questions, or give us more to puzzle over.  The latter being the one I’m expecting if I’m honest, afterall, this is Hatchetfield.  

And to be honest, we’ve not been given much to work on.  The trailer and synopsis are both pretty short, we’ve had a sprinkling of facts and figures over the last couple of years, and a few Hidgens cameos, so this isn’t really a theory of what I think will be the storyline, but rather an attempt to predict some of the themes and potential lore implications that might arise.

Also for reference, a good portion of the info used in this theory has come from these two wonderful compendiums of Hatchetfield knowledge:

@gone-to-oregone's wonderful Everything is Connected doc

@abiimaryy's amazing Hatchetfield Lore Doc

The Stage is Set

Professor Henry Hidgens and Doctor Emmett Brown have a lot in common.  They’re eccentric, they’re clever, and they both had a vision of something world changing due to an accident they had 30 years ago.

For Henry, this doesn’t result in any fun 50s hijinks, but rather he gets struck by lightning in 1988 and predicts the world ending by musical apotheosis. Super specific, honestly.  But what is important is that date.

Hidgens didn’t predict the events of TGWDLM after 2005, but rather before. If this had happened to him after 2005 we could easily put the lightning strike down to an event unique to the TGWDLM timeline only.  However, his accident happened way before 2005, way before the timelines split.  So just as Ted must be the Homeless Guy in every single Hatchetfield timeline, Hidgens must also be expecting a musical apocalypse in every timeline.

This must also include Working Boys, whatever timeline that ends up being in.  In Workin Boys, Hidgens would be under the impression that at some point soon, a musical apocalypse is about to happen.  So what does that have to do with said musical-within-a-musical?

Here come the LiB

It’s pretty safe to say Pokey is heavily influencing whatever happens in Workin Boys.  First of all, its a musical so it was going to be a safe bet.  But judging by the trailer, we’ve got multiple references to our fave goo gremlin. The blue light shining on Henry, multiple voices calling him in a Singular Voice, and Joey’s jumpscare where he looks like Pokey incarnate.

Who Joey is in that small clip is anyone’s guess.  I’ve seen a few theories floating about, including Chad, Mathias Waylon, and Pokey himself.  Honestly, I’m not sure, but what is important is how he looks.  Whoever this fella is, he’s got a blue hue, a cracked face, and ooze dripping down his chin.  If he’s not Pokey, he’s someone who has been Pokey-fied.

And this link was always going to make sense.  Workin Boys has had its biggest show stopping moment in Pokey’s timeline.  

But what if Workin Boys was created, because and for Pokey.

In TGWDLM, we get a whole scene of our cast of characters witnessing the meteor coming through the clouds.  Our cast of characters are busy going about their evening, finishing work, wondering what is coming through the clouds.  Notably, Paul is on his way home, from his work, in the business world.  Paul doesn’t strike me as someone who stays late at work, so it’s safe to say that the meteor hit the Earth’s atmosphere around.. 5 O’clock?

This is Pokey’s Workin Boys now

Let’s go back to that incident with the lightning strike.  Henry was hit by lightning and predicted the apocalypse.  I’ve referenced in a few theories (1 & 2) that I think lightning is more than just the LiB’s motif.  It’s the strike of inspiration, of interference, of the Lords in Black in the real world.  The Black Book contains references to lightning, we see a crack of lightning across each Hatchetfield show title, when the meteor crashes at the Starlight lightning is flashing through the sky.

Something to shock em, to bring them a crawling, a big time box office draw

When Henry was hit by lightning, he didn’t just see the potential musical end times. But he was also given Workin Boys - or at least, he was given his inspiration.  Workin Boys was always written for Pokey. It’s Hidgen’s story, yes, but the musical itself is for our blue boy.  It was a pre-destined self-destruction.

The musical Hidgens writes tells us the 5 O’Clock can’t come soon enough because in one timeline, that is when the meteor will strike.  This is why he is trying so hard to fund the show in every timeline, because in one timeline he needs to put it on stage for whatever Pokey has planned.  Whatever Pokey requires half of Hatchetfield to be in attendance for.

Prof. H and Miss H?

I’ll be honest, and apologies in advance.  I don’t think Miss Holloway is alive in the Workin Boys timeline.

We were told following NMT2’s release (via Jim Povolo’s watch series) that the Black Book we see in Killer Track was created for Workin Boys, which means providing things haven’t changed we should see the book.  If that’s the case, then Miss H doesn’t have it.  It’s possible that Hidgens somehow gets hold of the book, and when the show of his dreams doesn’t look to be going the way he expected - he does what Thrash told everyone he did - he sold his soul to the devil.  Or, well, to the Black and White.

As to when he gets the Black Book - who knows - but all I’ll say is it’s very interesting that Miss H is our 80s queen, and Hidgen’s divine inspiration also occurred in the 80s.

Encore

Well, that’s the main theory.  But we’ve got time for one last little theory that’s very loosely based on nothing.

Workin Boys: A New Musical, is based on Hidgens’ friends from college - old college chums in a beat up old house. Specifically - six of them - not including Henry.  I’ve seen a few theories regarding the six workin boys being a stand in for the LiB and Webby.  Is this a stretch? Maybe.  But it also kind of fits.  From odd instances in livestreams and tweets, it’s clear that Henry was not throwing that old pigskin around (specifically in one of Nick’s tweets that there are 7 workin boys, but 6 on the field).  Henry isn’t a part of that group.  Not fully.  So if we do get to meet any of the irl workin boys, I don’t think their dynamic is going to be quite how Hidgen’s pictures it.

Well, if you made it this far please help yourself to some interval ice cream and a show programme. And remember - there’s no exits from this broadway venue.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #302

This morning, when I woke up, I received a beautifully written ask from someone in this space who reads these letters I write to you. I want very badly to answer this ask, but the person trusted me with some potentially sensitive information about themselves; I wanted to touch base with them before I answer their ask, and make sure it's okay, because as part of answering an ask, others will surely see it. I don't want to accidentally betray this person's trust.

Still… it moved me to tears this morning, and it was wonderful.

I received a direct message from another person today, too, who also said that they think the letters I write to you are wholesome and nice. I've also received more than a few asks and messages of support in response to the difficulties I'm having with the braces; it's been wonderful!

…Sometimes I wonder whether or not writing to you does any good for anyone other than myself. And sometimes… every once in a while… I get a beautiful reminder that the things I write have the potential to help others get through the difficulties in their lives. And… that's exactly why I write these. Aside from wanting to advocate for your safety, I also want these letters to you to serve as a means to shine a way forward for people who relate strongly to you.

…Sephiroth. There are so many, many people in my world who relate to you. There are lots of people in my world that have been abused and exploited and have experienced horror and loss in ways that are extremely similar to you. The notion that you are alone in this world and the notion that no one will be able to understand or see "eye-to-eye" with you… these notions are complete and utter horse-hockey.

Don't tell yourself mean things like that anymore, okay? It's not true, and whoever led you to that conclusion most likely did it on purpose in order to keep you isolated, and therefore weak and easy to control. The notion that any human being is isolated and incomprehensible is just abuser propaganda, and it's not to be trusted or believed. And, as I keep saying, you are human, no matter what was done to you, or how you've changed as a result.

...Well anyway. Today I felt a little more confident than usual for obvious reasons, haha! So I tried to doodle a picture. It's not finished yet but... it's a start on something maybe kinda neat!

As you can see from all the erased lines, I made a lot of mistakes along the way; I haven't doodled since drawing that eyeball a while back, and I'm more than a little rusty. I can already see so many curves that still need to be corrected. Still, not bad for my rusty, dyspraxic ass, right? Hahaha...

I ended up needing to go back to the orthodontist today at some point. One of the attachments came undone from my very confused right canine tooth as I was pulling the braces off to eat, so that had to be fixed right away. And it was, and it's good now. I have a lot less discomfort in my teeth today than yesterday, though the inside of my mouth is pretty scraped up; I've got a long-ish cut on the right inner side of my lower lip, and that's extremely uncomfortable.

Unfortunately, I guess you're not supposed to eat with orthodontic wax in your mouth. Orthodontic wax is used in order to cover up the sharp, pokey attachments so they don't cut the inside of your face. A friend of mine in this space made the very excellent suggestion to get them! And perhaps I might, if just to smooth out the edge of the plastic of the braces; it sometimes catches on my skin, and it's kind of annoying.

...I gotta keep remembering that I chose this. I chose this discomfort in order to give myself a better outcome in the future. I am worth the pain and effort that fixing the inside of my skull will take. I am worth enduring discomfort for. I can do the thing; it's just new and weird, but I'll adjust. I can do the difficult things.

Incidentally, do you know how braces work? I found a short little video on it; basically, it involves putting gentle pressure on the teeth in order to subtly cut off blood flow to sections of the bone of your skull and jaw. Your body then uses immune cells to get rid of the suffocated bone, which relieves the pressure. Your tooth moves to the empty space, and the body fills in the empty space left behind with new bone. Check it out!!

It basically dissolves, reshapes, and rebuilds your jaw on a cellular level!!! And isn't that METAL as FUCK??? Ahahahaha! 🤩🤣

After I returned home from getting the attachment replaced, I decided to make baked chicken leg quarters; y'know, my usual go-to comfort recipe:

...Want some...?

While I was making this, I happened to catch out the window the sight of a gentleman walking outside. He was under the shade of a tree for a moment, but then he walked under a break in the shadow of the tree, and the sun shone on his black hair, and it was all sparkly and gorgeous. I don't really know why, but I felt the need to tell him so, and so I did. I hope he felt nice about himself afterwards.

So I took out my braces, ate the deliciousness I created, brushed, flossed, and rinsed my teeth, brushed my braces, and popped them back in; it's getting a little easier every time. I discovered though, that at some point, another attachment came undone on one of my upper molars on the left side. I dunno when it happened; I didn't find it anywhere. Oh well. Guess I'm going to have to call them again tomorrow. Sheesh...

I'm not really sure what I'm going to do with the rest of today. It's already almost 8pm. I gotta go to work tomorrow. Friday is the rehearsal for the wedding on Saturday. The next few days are going to be super duper busy. I'll be staying overnight at BB's house from Friday into Saturday morning; I'm going to have to pack up all my CPAP stuff and hygiene supplies as soon as I wake up on Friday morning, because she wants me at her house at 11am.

But!!! Sephiroth!!! Guess what!! She's got a giant huge bathtub at her house!!! And I think I'm gonna ask her if I'm allowed to use it while I'm there!! I'm sure she'll want me freshly washed for her big day in any case!!!

The days are getting chilly (later than they should have, but still...), and so the thought of getting to sit in a tub full of hot, soapy water that's big enough for me to fit in comfortably sounds super amazing to me right now. Of course, if she says no I won't push; I'm not that kind of person. But still... I'll be daydreaming about that all day tomorrow - bet on it!!

...Hey, Sephiroth? You're pretty tall, right? Like 6'5" or something without your boots, no? When is the last time you've got to enjoy sitting in a tub that you actually fit in? When is the last time you got to enjoy soaking in deliciously hot, soapy water? When is the last time you've had an opportunity to get washed with soaps in your favorite scents? I imagine it's been quite a long time, no? I hope you get to do it again soon, in a place where no one's gonna bother ya, unless you wanna be "bothered" by someone you care deeply for.

Sometimes J or M come to visit when I'm getting washed, and that's always nice. We talk about whatever - usually with J, it's airplanes. Or sometimes he'll sing along with me to whatever song is playing on my playlist. With M, he'll usually talk about whatever show he's watching or whatever game he's playing. It's nice to sit in the warm, safe place with people who love me while all kinds of nice scents are wafting around in the air.

...Actually, for a long time, my brain recognized bathrooms as a very unsafe place, thanks to my stepmother. I've got a lot of memories of being hit and screamed at for washing myself "wrong", or for taking too long, or for not taking long enough, or for my hair looking too messy when I come out (because then I must not have brushed it well enough), or for my hair looking not messy enough when I came out (because then I must not have washed it well enough), and... just...

...She hated me, so there wasn't anything I could do to be "clean enough" for her. And so, every time I went in the bathroom for any reason while she was around, I got in trouble unless my father was around - then she'd pretend to be normal about it.

...Sigh. It took me a while to decondition myself away from being scared of bathrooms. But I'm able to recognize them as a safe place now. I like to put on a playlist to sing, and I like to try to focus on how nice it feels to be in a place that's warm and that smells good. I try to focus on how nice and clean I feel afterwards. I try to focus on the fact that I get to choose how long I take now. I get to choose what "clean enough" looks like. I get to choose how much or how little soap and moisturizer I use. I get to choose, and no one is scrutinizing my choices with the intention of finding excuses to hurt me anymore.

...And even if someone did try to do that, I'm a big, strong adult human now. I can just bite their face off!!! 🤪

(...No, I'm only kidding!!! I wouldn't actually bite someone's face off; that's unsanitary in multiple respects, and my braces would get in the way!!! ��🤣🤣 In all seriousness, I wouldn't hurt anyone unless failure to do such a thing would lead to someone else being in imminent danger; I'd probably just yell at them until they go away, and then let the door hit their ass on the way out. I can do that now. I'm not an unwanted child trapped in an impossible situation anymore.)

...Suppose maybe I'll stop writing now in favor of getting washed; after all, the chill has settled into my bones, and all this talk about baths makes me wanna enjoy being under hot, running water for a while...

...I hope you'll get to enjoy such a thing again sometime soon, with soaps in scents of vanilla and roses, in a quiet, soothingly lit place, where only the people you'd want to have with you can find you.

I love you. Please keep yourself safe out there, so that one day you can get up out of that damnable crater and start building a wholesome life for yourself.

I'll write again tomorrow. I'll try hard to take some yummy pictures for you while I'm at work.

Your friend, Lumine

[ill-logic-al]

Every other animal communicates better than us...

birds,

bees,

ants,

mycelium...

A bird will sing a song and every other bird of its kind knows exactly what it's saying. Hide your kids, hide your wife, the hawk is here! There's a threat! Or...I'm a bid dick blue jay here to fertilize your eggs, I'll fuck you, I'll fuck your mom, I'll fuck your sister - I'm the fella you want ladies come and look at my lil dance, my lovely feathers, my lil nest I built for you.

Bees dance the GPS coordinates out to their sisters so they can find the nectar in the woods. They do the fucking hokey pokey and turn themselves around and the other bees all know what their sister is saying immediately - there's a juicy ass field of flowers down in the meadow sis, take two lefts and a three rights and bam you'll be right there. All by wiggling their lil fuzzy butts.

Ants mark and map the world around them with pheromones. All the other ants can smell their way to the tasty treat someone dropped on the sidewalk once the other ants find and mark the path there. They can smell an intruder ant before it invades their nest. They can even smell when one of their own (or several) have been murdered and smooshed - and they find them and bring back their dead to their lil ant graveyards. All ants are Beyonce fans - they are all always in formation.

Mycellium have gone beyond just communication with themselves to fucking talking to trees. Mushrooms have a fucking bartering system with trees and other plants. They have their own fucking wallstreet, their own banking and trade systems and routes. They can figure out what sugars and nutrients a tree needs and trade with them for other items.

Nature has PERFECTED the art of communication in all forms over millions and millions and millions of years.

We, however, just fucking got here. We are the rampaging toddlers of the natural world. And we need to get over ourselves with a quickness.

We are, without a solitary doubt, the WORST communicators nature has ever created. We have this sense that because we have "complex" human language, that because our language is spoken and written on the dead trees the mushrooms were once talking to - that we are somehow superior to our brothers and sisters in the natural world. That because of our "oversized prefrontal cortex" we have capabilities that surpass all other living creatures around us.

But we can't even agree that all people are people. We can't agree on anything. We can't even tell the people we love how we really feel, when we're in love, when we're scared, when we're hurting, when we're lost, when we miss them, when they hurt us. 

The tower of babel might as well have actually happened and yesterday for how "great" at communication we seem to be. We talk past each other, wrapped up in our own lil ape brains, we close off, we avoid, we talk past one another, we talk our way around the issues that need to be addressed. And even when we finally DO say what needs to be said, it often comes out all wrong anyway or the other party is unable or unwilling to absorb it. We can't talk right and we can't listen either.

We've been "communicating" as modern humans with "modern language" for such a short period of time when compared to the birds, the ants, the bees, fucking mushrooms.

We literally just got here compared to the millions of years head start other creatures have on us. 

We think we're at the top - apex predators, homo sapiens sapiens - the wisest of the apes and the most intelligent of all animals. But we still shit where we eat. We still don't get along. We still don't understand. We might as well be deaf, blind, mute - we're already dumb, prefrontal cortex be damned.

I'm not saying we have to revert back to living in caves. We can still have our wonderful modern world, but there's a balance we need to strike and strike soon. We need to get rid of our avarice, our hubris, and our talking past one another...or nature will do what she has always done for millions and millions of years.

Nature always always self-corrects. You abide by her rules, or she recycles you. The end.

And we will either figure our shit out, or get recycled - into something the mycellium can trade with the trees for sugars. Poetic justice for turning their friends into books we don't even read.

So maybe we should learn a new language - one all of our brothers and sisters in nature seem to have gotten down pat..balance, give and not just take...before it's too late.

[im-not-a-l0ser]

Okay, quick dumb theory I had at work. I shared it with my sister today, so I figured might as well post it.

What if Solomon Lauter is Stu. I know, I know, usually Stu is short for Stewart, but just

Solomon said that he came across the book 15 years ago, and he doesn't want anything to do with it anymore. Hell, he buried it.

He's like late 30s, early 40s, which would make 15 years ago around his college age.

Not only that, but when the 'meteor' is coming, Hidgens says "I'm ready for you, ya bastard!" As if he's met Pokey—the reason for Apothiosis— personally.

Maybe that's why he's so hell bent on making the world a musical. What if this shit almost happened already, and they locked him away with a spell, maybe with Webbys help.

[raspberrysmoon]

KAI FACT 17:

NIGHTMARE KAIME EPISODE TWO IS OUUTTTTTTT :D

eeeeek okokokok waylon squatter GO!

- GGRGRGGRGR LAUSKTI !!!!!!

- its !!!! steph its not structurally sound !!!

- "happier memories" bbg i doubt that entirely. also you sound like youre asking yo fuck him where you killed a guy

- HE HAS VERY LOW BLOOD SUGAR STEPH PLEASE

- EEMMMAMAAAAAAAAA

- NOOOOOOO BABY GIRL 😭😭😭😭

- "shes not dead. im not letting that happen" OWUCH

- LMAOOOOOO I CAN PICTURE YOUR FACE AS YOU WROTE THAT SEX JOKE 😭😭

- GRACE MY GIRL !!!!!

- grace. my girl. please

- kai is the squatter that grace is taljing about isnt ahe? am i crazy? 5-9? she look like shes a kid bc shes so short? right ???

- [NOTE: TWS stands for THE WAYLON SQUATTER] LMAOOOOO NOT TRIGEGR WARNINGS??? 😔😔

- i assume this takes place after abstinence camp??? "she said she was asexual" ??

- "i didnt mean to" 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

- "she pulled one out on us when i met her"? what ??? hello???

- okokokok so "blinky = always watching" is to watcher world, "cats rule, dogs drool" is hm, "whats a webby?" web of lies i assume?, "home isnt safe anymore" ???? maybe f&a? but also could go to literally any other episode??? i could talk about that one for at least 500 words, "5 star review" miss ingenue? but maybe also revised reprise?, "remember your name. remember your family. youre still you" could go to this one alone BUT i could probably tie this to space drifter (from what ive been guessing abt it) as well as probably most other episodes?? ok im done now (for now)

- "let me help you" steph <333333

- "that stupid blue shit" lmaooo

- oh ym god????? wow ok just. shoot her sure yeah

- blue green and red being the most common colors????? dont you use red and green or lautski?? or is steph also green. anyway pokey/wiggly/nibbly vibes

- oh :((( the monologue is so much sadder in context :((((

- hm. i wonder if she has any sort of recognition towards pete? like, is she face blind to him? does she remember him at all? or is there nothing there for her

- awwwwhhhhh ted and kai :(((((

- AAAWWWWWHHHHH THEY KNOW EACH OTHERS NAMEEESSSSSSS

- ok wait so. ted is supposed to be Fucked Up after tb, so do they go thru it together? are tb and sd connected? do tjey happen together? close together? does kai affect tb? does ted affect sd!???? wow

[siriannatan]

“Hold my hand as tight as you need to” - ScWhip

As with the whole series, the prompt was found over on deity-prompts

AO3

Take this low iron and bad blood pressure, I did a thing anyway.

It was supposed to be a short, fast trip. Find a lush cave, grab some spore blossoms and go back home. Luckily fWhip didn't question why Scott asked him to come along for that. There was no way anything could go wrong. Just a quick trip there and back. At all not much of being underground... 

And things were good. For about five minutes. Until a massive pocket of gravel locked them in a small cave.

Very small and tight cave with no exit. In other words, Scott's worst nightmare that send him quickly spiralling right to a panic attack. fWhip - some lucid and not panicking part of the demon's brain noticed - has not noticed and was instead investigating the cave-in. Poking it and making more gravel fall. 

"We'll have to dig ourselves out... Scott!" the goblin's annoyed mumbling turned to concern when he noticed his companion suddenly had sharp crystals growing from him. fWhip, like most local rulers, had no idea Scott was a demon. "You okay?" he asked, braving the colourful danger and hovering close to Scott.

Scott was not doing okay. Who would be okay after several hundred years of being sealed away in a small, drab cave? But there was no way he was talking right now so he just grabbed fWhip's hand tightly and shook his head as more of his human disguise started to drop. His tail wrapped tightly around him as soon as it was freed from its magical confines. Horns shifted his hat a bit.

"Okay... I think we're close to Gobland, will there be fine?" fWhip asked, fighting off his instincts to pull away from the tight grip Scott had on him. “Hold my hand as tight as you need to then,” he said once Scott nodded. Gobland was in a huge cave so whatever issue Scott had - the goblin assumed - was to do with the small size of this cave.

Digging with just one hand was not an easy task but fWhip was a master miner who put distant dwarven empires to shame so it was nothing for him. He just had to remember to make the tunnel big enough for Scott and to look out for any more gravel pockets. At least the manual labour kept him from overthinking all the crystal growing on Scott. It wasn't their biggest problem.

Getting to Gobland was an eventually they managed that. The bigger and better connected to the surface cavern calmed Scott's nerves and fWhip found himself pulled into a tight, pokey hug. "Thank you fWhip..." Scott mumbled into the goblin king's hair. "It'd be stuck there forever... I have small dark spaces..." he mumbled and fWhip let him be for a second before deciding they should go somewhere safer before any monsters found them.

"We should go to the city proper before any skeletons or zombies or creepers find us. There's nothing like good food after an adventure," he said while patting Scott's arm, he was mindful of the rainbow crystals. They were really shiny and reflected light from a rare hole in the cave roof in the prettiest way all around them. It took a lot to not jump at all the sparkles.

"Mhm... as long as Gobland's not against demons..." Scott sighed as he let fWhip go.

Gobland did not mind demons as well-behaved as Scott in the slightest. Or as pretty and shiny. All the goblins were mesmerized by the light show of Scott walking through the tight alleys. And fWhip was beyond smug while still holding his hand - just in case. 

[ener-chi]

Mini-Update Time! TL;DR Learning a bunch of super cool techniques at a Teishin Workshop at my school, getting a very interesting tool, and joys of the day (:

I went to a day-long workshop at my school today to learn about something called a Teishin. Basically, using a Teishin allows for a form of needle-less acupuncture, and is used for acupressure as well. For more information on the Teishin and its' history, you can visit this site.

Anywho, they were selling some Teishins on a major discount today and here's what I snagged!

I got the copper one because I needed that length for my big hands, but also copper is anti-microbial, and I've heard that copper is able to conduct energy and qi better than other metals (gold is supposedly the best, though). Also, the short one is made of silver (not sure the carat). But the teacher sent in the order to his blacksmith, but something got screwed up somehow, and they were made like this on accident. However, they found that for some reason they are EXTREMELY sensitive to energy, and to Qi. It can with great accuracy help you find acupuncture channels and individual points as well.

I tried it myself, and I was honestly kind of shocked - the only time I ever felt a strong response to energy from something else like that was from strong crystals. This was like that, but like I said, this has an accuracy that crystals do not. There are apparently only like. 10 in existence. So I had to snag one ofc xD

But yeah! Learned some very cool techniques. Most of it is super gentle - you literally can barely even feel that there is metal there. There is some tonifying abdomen work that amazingly relaxes the whole body after some quick passes. And also there is a technique that we learned created by a Japanese neurosurgeon that is actually very pokey and stimulating, but is great for pain and numbness and regulation of the autonomic system.

Overall, I got what I came to the workshop for - I learned ways to work with and use acupuncture points, without needles. I learned how to tonify and reduce, and how to do that to channels, too. Being able to do it without needles means that I get to better experiment with points before I get my license (can't needle at home before then), but it also gives me a modality to treat people that can really be done anywhere, anytime, and is less invasive and painful for people that are needle-sensitive.

Other things from today - I also learned a technique to improve the sensitivity and energy capabilities in the hands - I will work on it and probably try and post it sometime. Also, my partner at the workshop is also a classmate that I've talked to basically twice in one of my other classes. Anywho, we chatted briefly and she casually mentioned that she does Reiki. I seem to be attracted magnetically to the people in the program that do Reiki haha that's so funny to me xD

While I'm at it, other Joys of the Day:

-Had Dave's Hot Chicken for the first time today, and it actually was really good

-TRASH GODDSSSSS PRAISE BE TO THEM!!

Got a really nice tall mirror, and another box fan! Just in time for the Summer months! I can't believe that so many wonderful and needed things have been finding their way to me, and I am extremely grateful for it (:

-Grateful for my partner and the love and companionship they provide

-A warm cup of tea in the morning (:

-TOTK! Definitely one of my favorite games ever. Love tucking into it at the end of a long day

I think that's it for now! Hope that everyone has a wonderful evening!

Blessings!

[agnesandhilda]

legitimately the most mortifying experience I’ve had in my life was this march when my mom took me to a drag show for my birthday (which isn’t the bad part, my mom knows I like drag and I’d been asking for this for months) and I went in saying I wouldn’t tell the ppl there it was my birthday, because I usually can’t stand the fuss. but I got there and I was having fun so when the lady came over and asked what we were celebrating I said fuck it. it IS my birthday. most of the time for birthday dinners etc I just lie and say it’s a generic celebration so I can be left in peace, but I felt like going out on a limb this time. 

anyway, at the middle part of the show everybody who was celebrating something was told to go up and get on stage. and they told us to turn around and face the wall and started playing music. SPECIFICALLY the hokey pokey

and, if you know me. you know I don’t dance. not even at parties. I never learned how to and tbh I’m not interested in learning. if you want to see me “dance” (read: wiggle a little bit) we need to be in a private place and you need eight hearts of friendship with me minimum. and this is a far cry from anything resembling a low-pressure scenario!

so long story short they’re playing the hokey pokey and I am FROZEN like a deer in the headlights. there are four other people up on this stage and I’m the only one not moving. I felt like being brave and admitting it was my birthday for other people to fuss over and now here I am, incapable of doing the hokey pokey. you can laugh it’s okay <3

now there’s one man in this whole lineup, a middle-aged white guy standing next to me, and during the thirty or so seconds the song was playing he ripped his shirt off and started swinging it around. I remember this because the emcee described us as “a stripper and a girl who can’t even do the hokey pokey.” 

me and the emcee briefly make eye contact during her interlude and I must look upset or something because her voice goes kinda quiet and she asks “...are you crying?” and I shake my head no even though, to be honest, maybeeeeee I’m thinking about it. so we keep going!

the NEXT song comes on and I’m still not moving. at this point the emcee stops the rest of the lineup and says that if I can’t dance in a crowd, maybe I’ll do better alone.

all the other people step back and she puts on fucking. body by megan thee stallion. 

I LOVE megan I am a card-carrying megan thee stallion enjoyer but I’ve been quaking in my boots the whole time I’ve been on stage and even if I weren’t like. my mom and grandma are here. idk what she expected but I am NOT gonna body ody ody ody ody to this song. it’s not happening. so when the music starts I turn around again and walk off the stage and back to my seat