#and being a really wide shot doesn't help matters either

[quicklyandrogynousfox-blog]

that's the moment! it was leading into the ad break just after the ring my bell segment.

and thank you @crispfencer for all the details!!!

Hello! Here's my blogpost about what it was like as an audience member on Saturday Night Takeaway!

Three tiers of audience members:

Participants

These people hang out in The Broadcaster (the pub the guy from episode one got whisked out of) and mosey on down to get entry whenever they feel like it. They also get to watch the rehearsal. I have no idea how to become a participant but I have a feeling some of it is casted?? They were a very diverse bunch, whereas only three people out of the 200 in my queue weren't white. These people get wristbands and have their photos taken for the audience cam, and get directed to the aisle seats if they're going to be chosen for something later.

Priority

These people paid for the £30 a year Audiencestore subscription, meaning they get more or less guaranteed entry. There was about 50 of them and they got whisked through security hours before us, and then just stood behind a barrier for the same amount of time as us lol

General

The trenches!! I stood in the cold for about 5 hours with no real guarantee that I'd get in. About 50 or so at the front of the queue were allowed to join priority but after that it was a waiting game. The guy who runs the queue said our role is basically to fill seats for the participants who don't turn up, and then to fill the comp seats when they don't get used (eg if busted had 20 tickets to give away to friends, family etc and only 5 turn up, General will fill the remaining 15 seats.) He said once the allocation of seats is filled by participation and priority tickets, he can get anywhere between 4 and 100 of us in. As he learnt more about which comps had been used, he slowly culled the back end of the queue. We all prayed he wouldn't get to us lol.

I got there at 14:30~ and was let into the studio at around 18:45. Some experienced queue goers had brought picnics and hot food, which I will definitely be doing next time!

The studio:

When I entered I felt like I was at Disneyland or something! The air had this magical haze about it, which I soon discovered was because they pump smoke into the room to make the lighting look nicer lol. If you're looking onto the audience from the stage, we all came in from the left, and the crew and vans and stuff all came in from the right (the staircase doors at the top are just for ant and dec to spring out of lol, they lead to a brick wall). There's an upper layer which had a few junior looking people operating some..... spots I think?

There's another blue booth on the opposite end to the star guest announcer one which I can only assume is for some tech direction stuff.

The warmup:

We were made to do all sorts of warmups like dancing, karaoke and stuff. The clip of the audience all waving used during the 'after the break' inserts was recorded here. We were also told the rules (no rude gestures if the camera goes to you, never stop smiling, laugh a lot) which are pretty similar to other shows. The unique instruction was to not 'grab or hug ant and dec' when they decend the steps, but we were allowed to high five etc. During each ad break we were also schooled on any call and response lines (ring my bell, Stephen, etc). After this he 'brought the boys out' and we all went wildcrazy, obvs. Then the main cast all took a big end of series photo together.

When dec was walking up the stairs to get into position a woman in the audience grabbed him and said something like 'I went to school with you'???? it was really fucking awkward because he sort of blanked and everyone else our column was just sort of staring. Such a weird place to accost him for a reunion, he handled it with grace but it was rude as hell imo.

The guy in charge told us to turn off our phones and not take any photos, but I set mine to silent and audio recorded the whole show lol.

I hardly noticed when we actually went live, since we were so busy doing all these other tasks it still felt like a rehearsal. Made me way less nervous than I was in the queue!

The show:

You saw this so I won't go into much! Ant and Dec were only slightly amplified to us, so we had to stop cheering to hear what they were saying. They both looked insanely beautiful. They also looked tiny.

During the happiest minute the presenters would stay for a little bit longer with the person they rewarded, to say congrats etc. I think Andi Peters and Fleur took the most time and Mulhern took the least lol.

Whenever they go to someone at home the autocue says DEC (SKYPE) which I found funny

With regards to improvising around the autocue script, Mulhern did it the most, then Andi > Dec > Ant > Fleur > Rob > Jordan. Overall Jordan looked very shy and out of his depth lol, I wanted to tell him he was doing great

Ant didn't seem to enjoy watching himself on screen at all, and would generally grimace/look away. Dec would laugh at the things he himself said LOL

During the ad breaks Ant and Dec would run off to have five minutes backstage with each other. When they didn't, they'd stand around together while talking to the director and others

At one point where we in the studio thought we weren't live, they shared a private joke and kissed each other on each cheek. I thought I'd imagined it but somehow @quicklyandrogynousfox-blog caught it!!

They seemed to stand a lot closer when off camera which made me go insane

At the end when Busted (!!!!) were setting up, Mulhern strode up to them and started chatting. Jordan kind of milled about behind him like he wanted to join in, but after a few false starts he just sort of stared at his feet 😭 ily jordan

(I didn't realise Busted were British, sorry guys)

Ant and Dec came back at the end to say that tonight was their favourite episode! Afterwards a few words were said about Paul O'Grady, because a lot of the crew had worked with him over the years and were finding the news hard.

Other bits and peices/my own diseased analysis:

Dec was very dec-like lol, when ant quickly moved into position at the top of the steps, Dec stopped to wave and shake everyone's hands like he was the queen or something. He loves giving and receiving attention lol, ant was much more reserved

Stephen's behaviour correlated with what others who've met him irl have said, in that he's basically two different people. His TV persona is very loud and comic but literally as soon as the camera is off him (like in the happiest minute) he goes super shy and looks like he'd rather be anywhere else.

Fleur is a laugh, I like Fleur

Rob seemed quite scared of how enthusiastic the audience were

During the undercover both ant and dec laughed whenever rylan would say something vaguely diva-ish. Ant didn't laugh as much as dec did, who really got the giggles.

I think that's it! Thanks/sorry for reading so much.

[jhoneybees]

Could you write some this with 50’s Elvis? The reader is Scotty’s cousin from Europe and comes to visit family. The reader doesn’t open up to anybody easily because people always treat her unkindly. Scotty takes the reader to recording sessions where she gets to know Elvis.

Hi! This request was a bit of a challenging one and I'm so sorry that you had to wait so long! I've changed a few things around so I hope you don't mind that. My mind has been so slow at writing these days, it's annoyinggg😭

Unexpected.

Characters: 50s!Elvis X reader

Warnings/triggers: loneliness, travelling abroad??

Taglist: @elvisalltheway101 @atleastpleasetelephone @i-r-i-n-a-a

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Stepping foot out of the taxi and shyly thanking the driver for helping you unpack your suitcases out of the back, you stand in front of a wooden weathered house. Taking in a deep breath, smiling when the front door swings open.

You’ve just arrived in America this morning and the reason why you’re here is because in Switzerland where your parents live and where you go to school, the kids don’t treat you nicely. You've tried making friends over there but no matter what you do, if it's either acting like you're someone else or being someone's personal assistant, they always treat you so unkindly.

You’ve heard of that common phrase “not everyone is going to like you” and you’re not sure if it’s true because it seems to you that everyone at your school doesn't like you at all, including the nerds and other people might think it’s nonsense but even your parents think it’s strange how no one likes you.

It’s been making you really sad and miserable.

So after a bit of a conversation, your parents decided to send you to stay at your cousin’s house in Memphis. To test their theory of you being treated better in America than in Switzerland.

“Oh Y/n! It’s so lovely ta see ya” you smile sheepishly as your cousin’s wife runs down the porch and wraps you in a warm hug “So glad you’re here!” she chimes.

After you shyly nod and giggle, she ushers you inside the house with a hand on the small of your back and calls out to Scotty “Honey! Guess who’s here?” before giving you another friendly smile and politely taking your suitcases to your room.

“Hey! Bookie!” turning your head around to see your cousin standing in the archway leading into the living room with his arms out and a wide smile on his face, you smile again and laugh softly when he envelops you in an even warmer hug.

After a couple of weeks of your stay in Memphis, your happiness has shot through the roof. You do so many fun things and before when you were in Switzerland, you often dreaded what the day would bring but now everytime you wake up, you’re craving for something new, especially today. You don’t know what it is about today but you feel like something you won’t expect will happen.

“Bookie, how bout you come ‘long with me to Sun records?” Scotty asks whilst grabbing his electric guitar from the corner of the living room and bending over to pick up his cable and amp.

“Sure, why not?”

Taking a peek inside, you shyly make your way into the recording studio as Scotty holds the door open, guiding you towards another door that takes you into a padded room, he introduces you to the small group of people in front of you which not even a minute they all happily greet you with hellos and handshakes.

“The name’s Billy”

“Oh hello sweetie, my name is Marion”

“Sam, nice ta meet ya”

Then as you shake hands with who you think is the owner of the studio, you turn your head to a boy who looks to be around your age. Your heart skips a beat at what you see.

“Hi, m-my name’s Elvis”

Boyish, dirty, blond, styled hair.

Lightly tanned, pimply skin.

Small crooked shy grin.

Pretty blue eyes…

This is the thing you were not expecting to happen today…

…

You’ve just met the boy of your dreams.

“...Hi”

[haunted-headset-alt]

I was wondering if you're okay writing an Angel Dust. M!Reader. More specifically Drag Queen Angel Dust. A one-shot if perfect, but you can do whatever you want. You can do this as angst or fluff, it doesn't matter! Have a great rest of your day!!

𝕭𝖆𝖉 𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖎𝖈𝖊

summary: Val convinced you to sign the deal. & Angel Dust is terrified.

warnings: swearing, angst, Valentino is his own warning, mentions of SA, alcohol & drug consumption, mentions of a breakup, mentions of abuse, brief mention of suicide, gn!reader (except for the use of the nickname "princesa" & being called "gorgeous"), arguing

a/n: i saw this ask & immediately wanted to make this into a series!

tags: (as always, just tagging a few people i think would be interested in this, please let me know if you would like to be on the taglist!) @o-kye @lil-stormcloud @zuuriell @strangleetomz @xxtalulahlovesyouxx @vibestillax @zoexia @ax-y10 @stars-around-scars-collective @blu3-lemonad3 @myheartticks @joviepog @mochamuff1n @unbeleevable @danvstheworld

"C'mon, toots, just come to my drag show! You've been cooped up in ya room all day." Angel Dust pleaded, pacing back & forth in your room.

You were a newer resident of the Hazbin Hotel, mainly staying there to be with your friend Angel Dust. Redemption, however, was just an afterthought to you. Heaven didn't seem like that much fun. You were still supportive of Charlie's dream & helped in any way you could.

"What if he's there, Angel? What if he tries to hurt me again?" you sighed, burying yourself further in your pile of blankets.

"You really think I'm gonna let that dickhead fuck with ya?" Angel Dust raised a brow. "If we see him, we'll leave. How's that sound, suga?"

After a few moments of thinking, you slowly sat up in your bed. "Fine. Only because it's your show & I want to be supportive." Angel Dust smiled wide & gave you a hug while muttering a few "thank you"s.

"Go get ready, toots. I'll see ya downstairs."

"You're completely sure he won't be here?" you asked nervously.

"Dollface, even if that dickhead was here, you're too hot for him to approach," Angel chuckled. He opened the door for the club & let you walk in first, & your senses were immediately overloaded with the sight.

Bright neon lights flashed vibrant colors to the rhythm of the music, & the air reeked of drugs, horniness, demon sweat, & booze. You could hardly see anybody no more than ten feet ahead of you due to all of the dancing sinners in your way, all of which were either bouncing around to the music or heavily making out, tongue & all, their mixed drool dripping onto their chins & sometimes the floor.

You turned around to look for Angel, but somebody looking for a good time (or just a cure for boredom) dragged him away, leaving you all alone. Not knowing what else to do, you started looking for the bar. You had to push multiple sinners on your way (which resulted in heaping amounts of "Fuck you!"s & "Go kill yourself!"s in response), & when you finally got there, the seats were sticky in a mixture of mystery substances (that you had no interest in figuring out) & the bartender looked like she was one spilled drink away from ending it all.

"What can I get for you?" her monotonous voice distracted you from the scene of the bar.

"They'll be getting your best martini, on me," a mystery voice said behind you as a hand slithered up your back & landed on your shoulder. When you turned on, you were greeted by the sight of a fashionable moth man with a cigarette in his fingers, the pink smoke wrapping around you like a fuchsia vine.

"You're gorgeous!" the moth man exclaimed. "Do you need a job? How many dicks can you suck?"

You stayed silent & raised a confused eyebrow.

"Eh, you look like you can," the moth man shrugged. "The name's Valentino, princesa. Want me to make you more money than your pretty head could ever comprehend? It'll make you & me beyond rich. Sinners eat up demons like you, believe me."

You couldn't get another word out before a contract & pen appeared out of thin air. Valentino quickly talked about where you needed to sign, but you were spaced out. Somebody wanted you to work for them? Somebody wanted you? With a giddy smile on your face at the idea, you signed your name on the contract. You had just finished signing before you were covered by a tall spider. Angel Dust.

"What are you doing, Val?" Angel Dust asked angrily.

"Angel, baby, this princesa is your friend?" Val smiled. "Relax, Angel, I'm just making sure their looks are put to good use." Val was then brought somewhere else by two female sinners who looked like they were in desperate need of sex.

Angel whipped around & gripped your shoulders. "Please tell me you didn't sign those forms, toots, please."

You smiled sheepishly. "I-I kind of wanted a job-"

"Are you fuckin' crazy?!" Angel exclaimed furiously, shaking you a little. "Are you braindead?! Why the fuck would you sign that contract?! He owns your soul now! I've told you how much I hate that bald bitch!"

"That's who you work for?" you raised a brow. "I-I'm sorry, Angel, I didn't know that was-"

"Save your apologies," Angel huffed. "We're going back to the hotel." He grabbed your arm & dragged you out of the bar.

"Hope you like being exploited."

[nocturnesmoon]

Bloodied Nutrition

Archaic Blood Masterlist: TF141 x Vampire!GN!Reader Callsign: Solis

-You learn about human's horrible eating habits, and you want to help-

Nutrition as a vampire is a simpler struggle in your eternally long life. It doesn't get simpler than needing the blood of creatures you find in your path. The closest thing you'd get to maintaining a supposed balanced diet, would be to drink a good amount of blood every two weeks so you didn't go mad.

It had been so incredibly long since you'd have to worry yourself on the matter of food. Most of the time you didn't even notice it in passing anymore, you knew that humans would eat at certain times a day now, but you'd never cared for what exactly.

At least that was until the group of four men you found yourself inconveniently attached to.

You had never expected to find yourself so observant of other beings’ behavioral pattern until now, well unless they were a target for you to hunt. You'd very quickly found out in your observations that humans are quite horrible with the things they put in their body.

You try to make sense of it but come up short, they have so much technology now compared to when you were a meek child, why wouldn't they take advantage and eat healthy?

It wasn't that the 141 were too bad in their eating patterns, but it is not a one-time occurrence that you would find them chugging the nearest nutritional meal because they forgot to eat due to rough workdays, and only noticed once their stomach screamed at them.

After witnessing such a thing a few times from each of them, you feel an instinctual kick in your brain. A drive to make sure that they are well taken care of, you're older than them by a long shot, arguably wiser by experience, it shouldn't be a problem, right?

Well, turns out that since you were a kid, things have changed a lot in all worlds, culinary too.

You couldn't remember the last time you made a meal for the taste or to satiate hunger, and it had been well over a few hundred years since you'd touched anything cooking related. You had never needed to so why would you.

It was a weird world to set yourself back into, a lot of the tools were foreign to you, the techniques you found on the internet made no sense to you.

It's how you found yourself in this predicament, trying to cook pasta for them, or for someone at least.

It wasn't going exactly how you planned it, you aren't sure how you managed it but the pot is smoking and the pasta is burnt. You tried everything you could think of, and now you're resorting to staring it down and hoping to intimidate it into working….

That's not really working either.

You were starting to get sick of the smell that was in the kitchen, your nose wrinkled for what felt like the hundred time as you did your best to withstand it. You had really wanted to do this for them, to show some sort of affection or appreciation, and maybe you could get them to eat better. They were soldiers, they needed their strength.

"Solis!" the sound of his voice almost made you squeal in surprise, "What in the bloody hell are you doing?!"

Price quickly moved over to you, moving you to take a few steps back while he took the burnt food off the heat. His panicked expression said it all, and you couldn't help but feel a little anxious that you had done something horribly wrong.

The sound of Gaz's laughing made you turn your head, his grin wide as he rushed past you to open the window and let in some fresh air. You quickly moved out of view of the window, despite being later evening the sun was still going strong.

You hated summers with a passion, there was even less you could enjoy in comfort, the nights were so much shorter, and the heat was not merciful on your sensitive skin.

"Wait were you trying to cook?" Gaz asked, clearly intrigued by your pot of nightmares that Price had pushed into the sink.

You grimaced, taking another step back only to be met with a warm flat surface. The amount of times in your life you had been sneaked up on by humans were few and far between. Except when it came to Ghost, the number of times he's almost made you scream out in surprise was too many.

"Oh my god what are you all doing in here!" you yell out, whipping your body around to look into Ghost's inquiring eyes. He gave you a pat on the back, having gotten used to scaring you far quicker than you had to getting scared, and walked over to sit by the small table.

"Just finished up a meeting," Price answers you, leaning back against the counter and crossing his arms over his chest.

You sigh and walk over to him, standing on his right and mimicking him out of habit, having to follow him around most missions it tended to carry over so you wouldn't get in trouble for whatever dumb reason.

You look towards Gaz who is taking way more interest in the burnt pasta than needed. While you appreciated his curiosity in most areas, you'd prefer it if it wasn't in your failures. "You know you could've just told us if you needed…pasta…" he says and looks towards you, clearly suppressing another chuckle.

"Well, it wasn't for me…" you mumble, you would've begun to explain if you attention wasn't diverted by a frantic Soap joining in on the small ensemble that's apparently now happening in this kitchen.

He completely brushed past all of your questions to go almost rip the fridge door off, and search for something to eat. "Oh lord finally," he grumbles as he rips the plastic off a granola bar and almost eats it in one bite.

"Not gonna savor it?" Gaz comments, clearly enjoying the chaos this evening.

"Oh, don't tell me that's the only thing you've eaten today," you ask him annoyed, hoping that this wasn't another situation of you catching him in that. It hadn't happened a lot, but a few times were still too many in your humble opinion.

His movements turn suspiciously slow, a guilty person caught in the act. He closes the fridge and slowly turns to look at you, chewing the granola bar done before speaking.

"Solis….listen…"

"Oh, for fucks-"

"No no, hey!" he exclaims, stopping your assumptions before they run wild, "Look I ate a big breakfast, and then I meant to eat lunch, but the mountain of paperwork and meetings kept me busy, it’s not my fault."

"What kind of person nearly works themselves to collapse, then eats a granola bar and calls it a day!" you push yourself away from the counter, getting closer to Soap in an attempt of enunciating your seriousness.

"Says the person who eats a rat and calls it a meal," he retorts defensively, making his way to the cabinets to get himself a glass.

The gasp you let out in response has everyone turning heads, and yours turned to ghost. "Ghost i told you that in confidence!" you hiss out with a pointed finger towards him.

"I didn't say shit."

Soap turns back towards you after he gets his glass of water, a grin on his lips at seeing your pouted expression. "I've seen ye chase the rats on base like a madman during the night," he takes a sip of his water, almost speaking down into it because of his own eagerness.

"Well…they…are just fun to chase okay…"

"Aye, rat exterminator," Soap says with a chuckle, almost choking on the water he was trying to down.

"You're like a cat you know that" Gaz comments in again, crossing his arms over his chest and mimicking his captain’s stoic stance that hasn't changed in an almost eerily long time.

"I am not!"

Price clears his throat, and you almost forget about the whole debacle when you see his smile, you've told him before how it's your weakness and he definitely uses it to his advantage. "Well i for one appreciate your cat like behavior, our rat problem has never been lower than since you arrived," he mentioned teasingly.

You groaned in response, rubbing your hands over your face and trying to contain your own embarrassment, the last thing you needed was to be known as the vampire who chases rats. Well, the more likely scenario would be that you would be known as a human who chases rats….which is arguably worse.

"God, would you all just eat better! Fucking hell." you huff out leaving the matter be and taking a seat next to Ghost.

It doesn’t take long for them clear out of the kitchen once again, with all 5 of you in there it gets stuffy rather fast for the small kitchen. Most of them only came in there for a small objective either way, and once they were sure you weren't gonna try to continue cooking your burnt pasta, they left you be.

Everyone except Gaz.

"Would you actually like to learn how to cook?" he asks curiously, looking at you with a tilted head. He had waited till the others left, leaving enough space for you and to do said cooking should you agree.

You contemplated it for a few moments, considering the options of it all. If Gaz had offered then he had time to teach you, and it could be useful. You doubted the others would mind if you cooked them something every now and then, and then you didn't have to complain about them forgetting to eat.

"Yeah okay…that'd be nice."

His brown eyes glints in excitement at the prospect of being able to teach you. "Good…I was about to get something cooking out here anyway, it would be a good opportunity," he says cheerily and starts rummaging around, getting the different tools and ingredients he needed while you watched him intently.

"Oh, wait is that what you do out here all the time?" you ask curiously and walk closer to him, seeing him bring out the ingredients for something that could turn into a pretty good soup.

"Yeah?" he asked back a little confused, "What did you think I was doing?" He places down a cutting board along with some red pepper and instructing you to cut it.

You looked at it a little skeptically, you were skilled with knives in your own opinion, but it wasn't often you were cutting up bell pepper. "I don't know…I kind of just thought you liked the kitchen," you mention, feeling heat rise in your cheeks at your own stupidity.

The hearty laughs he lets out warms both your face and your heart, even if it was at your expense, you were glad, he could enjoy himself in it. "Are you sure you were human once?" he asked teasingly, nudging your side before moving past you and getting a new pot out.

"Hey! it was a very different time back then," you say with a huff, wincing as you almost cut down into your finger, "I haven't had to pay attention to humans like that for a long time you know."

"Yeah, I bet" he chuckles, looking at you with a grin that brought out your own. You couldn't help but laugh at yourself too, it was all a bit ridiculous when you thought about it, but you did feel lucky to have someone like Gaz to help you along your way.

"C'mon, I’ll show you how to actually operate a stove."

I am actually very horrible at cooking and also very horrible at eating good, so this might be a little self projecting, but it's okay because aren't we all?

Right?

Right?!

Ahem anyways.

[fragilefirstchance]

It's Either Tourist Traps or Drugs

Gen, family-centric, rated T or M depending on installment

Do you like longfics? Gen fics? Reflective, OC-centric examinations of family dynamics? Maybe you'd like my fic!

Hi! I am not generally speaking active on Tumblr, but I just completed Part 5 of a fanfiction that is almost 150k words and which shows no signs of slowing down soon. I figured I'd show it to class. :)

Fragile First Chance and its follow-ups is a story about a nineteen-year-old boy whose legal name is Joss William [redacted] Pines but if you call him anything except Will you might end up in a fistfight. It's also a story about how the Pineses are basically good people with a lot of baggage.

Major themes are tagged and optional content warnings for individual chapters are included in drop-down tabs in the notes. For the most part, heavier themes are not gratuitous.

Below the cut you'll find a rough outline of each section. If you don't want spoilers, though, just head on over.

This story was well under way before The Book of Bill came out. It isn't perfectly TBoB compliant, but the themes and plot aren't really something that makes that an issue.

Part 1: Fragile First Chance

Dipper and Mabel Pines were sent to Gravity Falls at the beginning of summer for, from their perspective, no reason. In reality, it was because they were being sheltered from some very old family drama.

Will is May's son from her first marriage and Fil's son by adoption. He's nineteen years old, just getting out of his second incarceration, and a recovering addict. They planned to put him up for a few months, and after that Fil's weird black-sheep uncle agreed to give him a shot in Oregon.

Ford, of course, knew nothing about this. He's not happy about it.

Part 2: Learning to Breathe

Will and Ford are slowly acclimating to each other like two feral cats. They don't really have anything in common except insomnia and a mutual desperate quest not to get in too many fights.

Will doesn't like Gravity Falls. It's lonely, there's nothing to do, and it's full of weird bullshit he doesn't want to deal with. He's coping, though - Soos is pretty cool, the local teens are entertaining, and he ends up getting a long really well with the local bait shop guy and his dad.

Part 3: When Family Matters

Will has started to figure out how Ford works and make an effort to be nice to him. He also tentatively almost likes the guy. (cue Stan audibly sighing in relief off-screen.)

Also: Dipper and Mabel have figured out that their long-lost brother has reappeared, and there are certain family traditions about how you deal with long-lost brothers.

Part 4: Lancing the Wound

Ford and Will are both under a phenomenal amount of stress for a wide variety of reasons. By this point in the story, words like "panic attack" and "therapy" are coming up more often. They have more in common than they ever realized, although for two people with severe abuse-related PTSD, that's not necessarily a good thing.

The McGuckets are around to help. The Twins are too, although whether that's a good thing is open to debate.

Part 5: Nature versus Nurture

In the wake of Part 4, Stanford Pines is coming to realize that his mental health is a much more serious problem than he had previously realized. He struggles to come to terms with this and decide what to do next. This segment of the story is primarily about self-reflection and realizing that you need to change. We also get some serious discussions about the mental health industry (and how it tied into the gay scene in the 70s) by people who are personally invested in it.

Part 6: Definition of a Real Pines

This story arc just started and concerns Ford navigating his life as he tries to re-integrate with his family and society while working through a very difficult mental health situation.

We'll get to meet more of the Pines family. Shermie lives in Florida with his sister-in-law. (Note for those curious about the timeline incongruities: Shermie's age is- wait, look over there! *smokebomb, jumps out the window*)

Bonus: Erastus Kankerson's Toxic Ex

This is a stand-alone one-shot about Erastus Kankerson, an old friend of Fiddleford McGucket who dated him for a while after the divorce.

[morethansky]

***TBB SPOILERS**

Realized I never wrote up my thoughts on "Into the Breach," which was the first episode I've liked since "Extraction"!!! Probably because all I could think about was Echo for 72 hours afterward.

This episode gave me such Rebels vibes, and that's truly the highest compliment I could pay any Star Wars media. I present my case:

There's an objective laid out from the start that is a small but crucial piece of the larger plot. The beginning of the episode presents this problem, and by the end of the episode, that specific problem solved.

Everyone is competent, and every character gets to do something vital to the mission. Whether it's a small thing doesn't matter; it's the fact that if that character wasn't there to do that small thing, the mission might be screwed that matters.

The action is meaningful—it conveys something about the characters while also driving the plot forward—and there's suspense that ratchets up the tension. And then to diffuse it, there's humor, and each joke is funny, but it's not overdone.

Infiltration episodes are such a Star Wars staple, and it's a real shame that TBB hasn't had more of them. They tried to make up for it by putting THREE infiltrations into this episode lmao. The fact that they show one long-term infiltration, one short-term infiltration, and one super short-term infiltration is very clever and makes the writing feel cohesive and dynamic, something this show hasn't always been able to achieve.

Also important, they do both a space/flight mission and a ground mission (two of each, technically), which is something that always helps make an episode feel like it's set in the GFFA and not just, you know *cough* Space!Louisiana. Or Tatooine scene #700.

There's also some nice storytelling going on with the environment—they go from being outside on the cloud city (free) to inside a space station (trapped with enemies), and for Omega, inside a cell (in which she actually enters another cell, visually—her bunk). The wide outdoor shots make the close, indoor shots feel much more claustrophobic, which is exactly the atmosphere these particular indoor settings should be giving off.

Other thoughts and meta:

Daytime Tantiss is a good sign! Forecast: Not death?

Prison Break Omega is just such a good vibe, and this would just be so fucking cool...except we've literally already seen her escape once this season??? And it was already really well done??? This is like the flip side of my complaint that Omega was too helpless in the first season, and it was annoying how she constantly needed to be rescued. Now she's too competent and is always escaping lol. It just really, really cheapens the dramatic effect either escape could've had.

Needless to say, the Batch's driving purpose once again being that they're struggling to rescue Omega is just. I'm tired. If there are going to be two major captures and two major escapes this season, at least one of them needs to be a narrative flip!!! The Batch rescuing her at the front end of the season and Omega escaping herself at the end, or vice versa, would've made it much less repetitive (and stopped cutting the Batch off at the knees in order to show Omega's competency). Omega even gets captured in the same fucking way—she gives herself up in "Plan 99" and "Point of No Return"! Ughhhhh

Okay I swear I actually like this episode lmao, I just. Editor instincts.

Thinking about how Omega left Lula on Pabu and has essentially left Straw!Lula to Eva, and how it shows that she's shed her need for comfort and is now ready to provide that comfort to other children, which is very lovely. But I'm also worried about Lula and Tech's goggles being on Pabu, because there are only three thematic options here: Everyone returns to them (sanctuary), everyone leaves them behind (leaving the past behind), or Omega returns to leave more items, say a bandana or a Firepuncher (memorial). The link between Lula and the goggles is actually not that natural (unless you're a Techwrecker shipper like me :D), so I've been pondering this choice a lot.

The symbolism of everything inside Tantiss being in the shape of the Empire cog and every character within its walls being a cog of the Empire is so heavy handed...and I am here for every moment of it!!!

Truly did not expect Rampart to stick around for so long. He's going to be a main character in the finale at this point?? I like how he's like a Kallus foil here—despite being scapegoated by the literal emperor he's still loyal to the regime and takes such pride in it. A very Jennifer Corbett & Brad Rau–esque character.

The way that when Echo came down the ramp I literally said, "Oh, thank god."

Hunter and Echo doing the clone hand clasp (and not wrist clasp, you'll note) isn't as emotional given that we already know how strong their bond is at this point, but it's still nice to see this visual callback to the Batch respecting Cody so much despite him being a reg that Hunter would use this hand clasp to greet him. It's a great shorthand (ha) for Hunter's feelings, since he is particularly suspicious of outsiders, and Echo is now fully "one of his."

I really love the mirror of the scene when the Batch is in the cell on Kamino and they escape by breaking into the wall—Omega effectively does the same thing here. These are the satisfying kinds of repetition, rather than entire arcs!

Every time I think about the Tech-is-the-mustachioed-doctor theory I giggle. It would just be. So anticlimactic?? But absolutely hilarious.

The costume change is so unnecessary, buuut I'll be first in line to buy the variant figures! Also it's nice to see some canon clone armor painting after writing and reading so many fics about it!!

I really like Hunter sensing Rampart plotting and how it brings his powers even closer to Jedi precognition.

Not too much Crosshunt in this ep, but I like how in both shuttle scenes, Crosshair stands in a position that blocks Rampart from getting to Hunter in the cockpit (while Wrecker blocks Rampart from getting to the exit).

Not particularly significant, but I like the visual detail of Hunter, Echo, and Crosshair bracketing Rampart in a triangle and it looking like they're his bodyguards but them actually forming that position because he's their prisoner.

The way I screamed when Rampart tries to get Echo to say "sir" and he just says, "I don't think so." Echo did not go through everything he's gone through up to this point to take anyone's shit!!! And the way Rampart just takes it and looks down all ashamed is peak comedy to me. Even he sensed that he was treading on dangerous ground there. (Just for a second think about Fives on Umbara and how he refused to take Krell's shit from the very start...)

The commandos being on this space station (that's orbiting Coruscant??) makes me very sad because it kind of foreshadows a dark ending for the Tantiss arc by showing that the commandos are spread all over the galaxy. So even if they rescue all the commandos from Tantiss, it still wouldn't save all the others. In which case, writing wise, it feels way more unlikely for them to save the commandos on Tantiss at all.

Wrecker tapping his foot while scrolling through the comments on his AO3 account is very cute. Also in the last episode the mining foreman was on his datapad like a phone and I thought it was supposed to convey that he was lazy lol but maybe this sort of thing is just going to show up in SW a lot more now haha

The lieutenant demanding to know where the captain is is kind of silly because wasn't he the one to let him go inside?? Why would he be back at his ship? But I love me the Rebels-esque gag of knocking him out on the ship.

Everyone is screaming about Crosshair having faith in Echo getting them through, but I would also like to contribute the fact that Crosshair says, "You can't go alone." A very poetic line of dialogue because being alone in the Techno Union is what the Batch saved Echo from being, and it's what Crosshair chose to be for two and a half seasons of this show. Not wanting to be alone again was also what made him turn against the Empire! We also see this anxiety in the previous episode, where he (in that very ridiculous reveal) admits he doesn't want to go back to Tantiss (and be alone again).

ECHOOOOOO!!!! About fucking time they gave him another action feature!!! I rewatch that opening sequence in "Tipping Point" constantly. And not only that, it's a very character-driven action feature for once!!! We see him showcase what it means to be an ARC trooper and also what it means that he's "part-droid." A test I like to consider when I gauge the quality of action-ensemble media is, Could any other character have done that? In this case, the text is very loudly telling us absolutely not! Also the way he exudes confidence about it ("But I can") is also just. Super hot, 10/10

Tbh the Echo feature felt so out of place for this show that at this point I was suddenly filled with terror that he was about to die. Thank god he did not, but he's still separated from the others by the end, so it's not out of the question for something terrible to happen in hyperspace, and I do not want it!!! But altogether that was a badass third act and a very good episode!

[pjsk-writin]

Could I get WxS (individually or polysho, I'm okay with either) x a reader with really bad sensory issues? Like, not being able to handle loud or sudden noises or sudden touches.

(Nooo I'm not projecting what are you talking abouttt?)

omg ur so real for that, i went w individual bc i hever get to write emu and nene alone(/lh) but hope u like this !! <3

♡ SENSORY ISSUES - Tsukasa Tenma, Rui Kamishiro, Emu Otori and Nene Kusanagi x Reader

Tsukasa:

As we all know, Tsukasa is a very, very loud person. As a result, he might not be the best person to be around with your sensory issues

Having said this though, he's very considerate when you tell him about them or he finds out! He makes an effort to be quieter, even if that is very hard for him

He makes sure to keep you out of Phoenix Wonderland, and instead does private performances just for you! He may or may not try to play every single role

He also warns you before he hugs you, even if he very much wants to tackle you every time he sees you, he'll just hold his arms out with a wide grin

Rui:

While Rui isn't necessarily a loud person, he does thrive off of being around noise. He does like the quiet every now and then though, which is helpful for you!

If his workshop doesn't have all of his drones running, then he invites you to be with him inside, making sure to warn you if any loud noises will occur

He does keep you out of Phoenix Wonderland, although there's a high possibility that he sneaks you in late at night when no one else is there! He knows all the secret entrances

He loves to sneak up on people, but he is very careful when it comes to you, always asking you before he touches you no matter what

Emu:

Emu is also a very loud person, usually without even realizing it. She just wants to spread so much joy, but she can definitely tune it down for you!

The one thing that's hard for her to quiet is her Wonderhoys because she wants them to spread joy, but otherwise, she likes to talk to you in a fun whisper!

She's also the other person who would sneak you into Phoenix Wonderland at night, showing you all of the louder attractions when they're a lot quieter

She is naturally a very physically affectionate person with the people she cares about, so she tends to physically restrain herself from literally jumping on you

Nene:

Nene is definitely the quietest Wonderlander by a long shot who also doesn't enjoy loud noises, which definitely helps your sensory issues a lot!

She will literally shield you from her troupemates sometimes, quietly telling all of them off until they all learn to just be quieter around you

She does wish from time to time she could take you to Phoenix Wonderland, but she also gets overwhelmed by the noise herself. She'll definitely perform with Robo-Nene just for you!

She's also the kind of person who doesn't like being suddenly touched, so both of you come up with signals to show the other whether you want to be touched or not!

[orange-orchard-system]

System reminder list by a sys inclus part 2, since the last reminder post is gaining traction yet again

New members are not a reflection of your worth. A lot of systems complain about getting new members as if it means they messed up, but here's the thing – someone new existing in your system does not mean you've done something wrong. New members do not mean that you made a mistake or are some kind of failure, it just means you have someone new to share your body with. They're probably nice and helpful, just give them a shot and some support! And moreover...

Don't treat new members as if they're inconveniences. New members are still members of your system, and it's important to treat them kindly like anyone else. Don't scare them into a shell by complaining about their existence, that helps nobody! If there's some aspects of having someone new around that bother you, that's perfectly understandable, just try not to let that ruin a possible working relationship with your new headmate. Communicate with them if you suspect your feelings might influence how you act and let them know that it's not their fault that you're feeling this way. Sooner or later, any issues regarding having a new member will be handled, and your new member won't be so new anymore.

You don't need to have a typical system name, or even a system name at all. If you choose to have a sys name, you can play with it and choose whatever words work best for you; don't limit yourself to just "x system" if you find something better. Plus, a system name isn't really necessary in a lot of settings, so if you'd prefer to refer to yourselves by a collective or body name, that's perfectly fine too!

There are many ways to communicate with your headmates. You don't have to rely purely on internal communication! Use sticky notes, journaling, video reports, powerpoints; whatever helps you communicate!

Factives can be [factives] of anyone. Occasionally, there's this misconception that factives can only be of abusive or toxic people. While it is common to have a factive of an abuser, it's not a definite truth! Factives can be of those you're close to, know well, or even just take an interest in! Not all factives are going to be of abusers, nor does having a factive of someone automatically mean they (either the factive or their counterpart) are an abuser. And even if a factive is of an abuser, it doesn't necessarily mean they're going to be abusive as well.

You don't have to share everything about yourself if you want to be out/come out as a system. No matter who you're coming out to, whether it's a close family member in person or the wide expanse of the internet from your Tumblr blog, you do not have to share every little detail about your system if you don't want to. If there's some things you'd rather keep private for whatever reason, you're entitled to that privacy.

It's okay to want some sort of individuality and privacy from your system. One of the hardest things to accept about being a system is that your life is not just your own anymore. If you feel like you need some time to yourself or something specific that you can claim as your own, let your fellow system members know! You can probably work something out such as having some specific objects (a coat, a stuffed animal, etc) to call your own, or a specific time frame wherein you'll be able to do what you want while fronting alone. It's alright to want individuality and privacy while being a system, it just might take some work to balance those things.

It's okay to not know things about your system. You don't have to know exactly what caused you to be this way, how many headmates you have, what every corner of your innerworld looks like, etcetera. If there's some things you just don't know, that's perfectly fine! Most people don't know everything about themselves. If you haven't figured everything out yet or you don't think you want to pin down everything about yourself, then that's okay – you don't have to know your system inside and out.

[dino-fart]

Your requests being open is like Christmas I’m so EXCITED!!! I love your works so much. I’m in a really whump/feelings-y mood and I had an idea for a Sherlock x fem!reader if that’s okay? The reader is basically poisoned or drugged whilst taking a coffee break on a case. She manages to make it back to 221b, where protective Sherlock has to take care of her and put his chemistry skills to good use. Thank you!!!

Awww thank you so much!!!

You were unconscious on the chaise lounge in the living room. Sherlock was crouched right by you and examining your body, trying to figure out what was wrong. "Hands off, Sherlock, that's my patient!"John scolded as he walked into the room with his medical bag.

"Your patient? She came to my place of residence and asked for me." Sherlock pouted.

"Tell me, Sherlock, are you a doctor?"

Sherlock didn't respond, instead, he parted your lips and sniffed your breath. He swept your lower lip with his thumb and brought it to his nose. "What in the devil are you doing?" John furrowed his brows.

"She's been poisoned!" Sherlock smirked and stood up. He turned to John and stuck out his hand.

"Why is that a good thing?" John furrowed his brows.

"Because poisons are my expertise. Now hand me an empty syringe." Sherlock said and John did as he asked. Sherlock felt your arm and found a vein. He stuck the needle in your arm carefully and drew blood into the barrel. He pulled the needle out and went to his study. John bandaged your arm and checked your vitals. They were steady for now, he stayed by you while Sherlock worked.

An hour later, Sherlock came back into the room with two vials and a syringe. "Well?"John said impatiently.

"I have an antidote." The detective said proudly and handed John the vial of your blood. Sherlock inserted the needle into the antidote vial and filled the barrel with the clear liquid. He took your other arm and inserted the need and the antidote now flowed through your veins. Sherlock pulled it out and John bandaged the other arm. "And now we wait," Sherlock said and put the vial and syringe away.

John shook the vial of your blood around, "What poison was it?"

"Hm?"

"What was she poisoned with?"

"It doesn't matter at the moment, what matters is our friend recovering."

John's eyes grew wide hearing that, "Did you have some of that poison? You always gloat about what you discover."

"Astute observation, but we have a guest in need." Sherlock sat down on the armchair and watched you. John raised a brow and slowly stood up. He crossed his arms over his chest as he noticed how intensely Sherlock was staring at you. "What?" Sherlock raised a brow at him. John said nothing and gave him a look.

"Come now, doctor, I am simply making sure the antidote works." Sherlock scoffed. John shook his head and left the room, knowing that there was definitely more to Sherlock's interest in you.

The next morning came and John walked into the living room. Sherlock was fast asleep or so he appeared and you were stirring slightly. John approached and grabbed his bag to take your vitals. Just as he did, you opened your eyes slowly. "Where..." You mumbled and tried to sit up.

"Slowly now..." John said and helped you sit up, "Let me grab you some tea." John set his bag down and left to make some.

Sherlock's eyes shot open and he rushed over to you. "It worked!" He said proudly and sat next to you. He grabbed your face in his hands and you felt your cheeks heat up. Your vision was still blurry but you could tell it was Sherlock holding you. "Your eyes are slightly dilated, the color on your face is coming back and your breath smells normal," Sherlock smirked.

"Huh?" You said slowly.

"You were poisoned my dear, do you remember that?"

"I-I think so..." You nodded and looked down at your arms, "Sherlock did you poke holes in my arms?"

"It was either that or you'd be dead."

You were silent at that and nodded, "Thank you."

"Of course! That's what a great detective and chemist does." Sherlock grinned. You rolled your eyes and smiled a little at him. You felt your eyes getting heavy again and Sherlock quickly caught you in his arms before you collapsed. He gently laid you on the lounge and got off. Sherlock grabbed a fleece blanket and carefully placed it on you.

John watched all of this from afar with the tea tray in his hands. He smiled at the scene, maybe there was hope for the greatest detective in the world to find love.

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[imzsuzsis-blog]

"Famous... Of course... Location... It's not bad there."

I distributed autogarms to the fans and enjoyed them as much as they did. So I'm a little calmer at sixteen weeks pregnant, I'll be seventeen tomorrow, if I've been able to keep the driving from bothering me, they won't now either.

"MR Norris we should talk."

"About the loose clothes? if it comes to that, these are the ones that come in these days."

I smiled and continued on my scooter.

,,No."

One of the leaders pulled me aside, I recognized him, I used to talk to him on race weekends.

"Take off your top."

"Why am I so sexy?"

I asked him with a sexy laugh and raised my eyebrows just like that.

"No, you put on a few kilos and that's not allowed... I just want to measure your weight."

"I'm not going to take it down anyway, leave it alone!!!!"

I ran away from there with tears in my eyes, many times they found me saying that I'm not fit, I'm muscular or I've just gained weight, who cares, they have nothing to do with it.

,,Come back!"

"No, leave him alone!!!!! Well, I've finally put on a few kilos and I'm feeling good like this?! Huh?”

,,Obligatory."

,,Absolutely not!!!! You found the wrong person!!!!”

I stood in front of one of the motorhomes with my palms spread wide open and sobbed with this shit for half an hour or so.

"Lando, Lando!!!"

The paparazzi were screaming, I couldn't bear to listen, especially since it was about one of my competitors, I also heard the original situation, it was stupid, in my heart, I would have shot the guy on the spot.

"Lando, come on, fucking whore, the Paparazzi want you again, and they want to eat you alive."

I jerked away from him when he noticed them, he closed his eyes and screamed in an unintelligible voice and covered his ears.

"Charles!!!"

He screamed my name and opened him beautiful eyes.

"Is it over?"

"I don't know, this is Monaco and we're full of celebrities and more will come tomorrow..."

He closed his eyes again and started screaming again, terrified of the paparazzi.

"Loki, help..."

"What... Lando?"

He waved to him but he was still terrified, we can't do anything with him.

"Come open those beautiful eyes of yours, my beauty."

"No, they won't go away!!!"

I caressed his face but he didn't calm down, he became even more grumpy.

"Take it easy, little ones will leave."

,,When?!!!!!!"

He became more and more hysterical since yesterday, since we were caught kissing again.

"I know it sucks to be on the front page of the newspapers, but we can't do anything now, they caught us."

"Fuck, I know, and that's not the fucking point, but the fact that I'm pregnant. If it turns out, I'll be on the front page of even more newspapers, I don't want that, understand."

He went more and more into hysterical sobbing because yesterday those flashbacks really clicked on our sorrow, the questions also came in Lando's pregnancy category, we are still denying it as long as possible, then we will bring this to the public where possible, for the time being we are treating it as a private matter.

"It doesn't work Loki, I have to tell the public that I'm pregnant, but I don't know how, can you help me?"

"Yes, very welcome."

Now we had a quiet minute, I held him little growing belly together, I looked him right into him eyes by the nape of him neck, he smiled at me and finally we shared a faint kiss.

,,They're so cute."

I got my cell phone in advance and I took a picture of them in a stick, and instead of putting it on Instasorty, they came to my message. Also the answers to the questions, Lando is pregnant. I knocked him down against my will.

"Fuck it, I fucked it up."

I ran and accidentally dropped my mobile right in front of Charles.

"Eternal bet, my brother, what would you do?"

"I posted something by accident..."

"What are these on your Insta messages, oh my God, Lando is pregnant, who is pregnant, how long has he been pregnant... Answer me, brother."

"Good, but Lando is gay like that, but since when?"

"You abnormal Australian animal!!!"

Lando came behind me, I turned around I shouldn't have and he slapped me.

"What the hell did you put this on the internet for?"

"By accident, I meant it in my story, not here."

"You are a very Koala, many people see it there too."

I slapped him again, but this time so hard that a wound appeared on his mouth.

"I'm sorry, it wasn't intentional, I'm not like that, you fucking know me, I wouldn't post something like that anywhere."

"Oscar, this isn't your first time like this. When you came here, you posted that I was kissing another boy in the park of the paddock, and even then you wrote how cute it was."

Shaking my head, I tried to put my hand on my hip, but there was nowhere to go, so I just stood there facing him, not too happy about the matter.

"Or when you were still in Formula 2, I miscarried and secretly sobbed for several days and even weeks. You shouldn't have exposed it, you should learn to handle the mass media, Oscar."

,,Where is?"

He's fighting over there and he'll come."

I smiled at that I knew, then I saw what happened the whole social media freeze from Oscar again.

"Fuck the spit again."

,,What do you mean?"

"When he did it once, the whole X and Insta froze, which you can imagine, then because he said his teammate was gay, and now because Lando is pregnant."

I showed it to him, but I knew that he must be following him somewhere and knows that he posted this and that he shouldn't have.

"I'm too damn involved in this, just like you think the little one is from me."

"Screw it, I know, he said it was some kind of Ollie, but I wasn't too excited about a popular name."

"Fuck Oscar where he is!!!"

He became an angry scorpion in a moment when he came back and chewed his fist, he does it when he's nervous and now it's because Oscar pulled his brain up, but really.

"Baby, would you like a kiss of peace?"

"I'm not nervous, come on."

"Good, okay, not even a kiss of peace..."

"What?"

“Shall we… Comforter?”

"Yes, it's comforting."

[skullsfigurepage]

Trafalgar Law - Banpresto Maximatic Figure

Note: I won this figure in a claw machine and it fueled my ego so much before I kept losing at every other claw machine I played. Stay humble.

Review and more photos under the cut :-p

If you follow my main account (@skullc0r3) you might know that Law is one of my favorite one piece characters so walking into an arcade and seeing Several boxes of this figure stacked in a claw machine felt like crazy luck even before I won. I'm so used to all the merchandise for things I'm into being rare or super expensive (persona 5 scalpers I hate you more than I can say) so getting into OP has been interesting because of the sheer volume of merchandise for it that's below $50.

Onto the figure!

For starters this is the first time I have ever seen a figure with such an obvious front and back to the sculpture. In this case it's because the back has significantly less painted details. In the last photo above you can see on his leg closest to the camera the back of his pants and the front have different shadow qualities. This isn't because my lamp was strong enough to cast such harsh shadows, its because the front of his pants (and the front of the rest of the figure) has painted on shading while the back does not. This isn't necessarily a bad thing, most people wouldn't notice or care since they were only ever going to display it from the front, but the box did hype up all the detailed painting that would be on the figure. In their defense though, I understand why this would be necessary from a production standpoint. My biggest gripe with this (still fairly small) is that on his back hand, Law doesn't have his signature (stupid) knuckle tattoos.

Here's his forward hand. The tattoos are all printed on and thank god for that because I can't imagine how miserable it would have been to force someone to hand paint them.

And then here's his back hand. I wonder if the issue was a matter of the tattoos being harder to place in this position, or at least to do it efficiently enough that it would be worth it. Again, not something that impacts the actual quality of the figure but I find it a fascinating insight into the production.

That being said the paint job on the front is super neat, it really does add so much depth to the figure (especially on the yellow and blue parts of the figure; it makes it look less like cheap plastic, lol) and I really enjoy it.

Next, the scale of this figure. I didn't realize when I won it, but this thing is huge. I can hold him like a small carp (and I have). He's huge. I'm guessing here, because I don't feel like finding a ruler right now but I'd say he's probably 10" tall? including the stand, which makes him one of the biggest figures I own. It also means the scale of the sword is perfect for just kind of, pointing at tiny stuff with. Which I have done. I have fun.

I think the figure's pose is super fun. It's dynamic and getting photos of him with a wide-lens is really fun. The actual sculpting details on the clothes and arms in particular are so fascinating to me, they're incredibly well done in my opinion. The composition is good too, the lines create a few triangles which really helps balance the figure.

(had to fudge it a bit here to show the triangle with his hands and head since one hand is hidden in this shot, oops)

The only issue I've had with the figure is it's kind of wobbly. I've fixed this by either putting his lower foot against a "wall" or putting something under it. It's not really a big deal if you don't disturb the figure too much.

From looking around online this figure is around 30$ including shipping (and that is a higher estimate), so as far as figures go this is pretty affordable and imo it's worth it (so long as you have enough display space).

Final Thoughts: I love this freak figure. It's fun, its got great details, it fueled my ego for a week, it has a pole going up the ass of the figure, what's not to love.

Thanks for reading!

[sensei-venus]

How would Alpha! Hawk react to his chubby omega gf being pregnant? He would be so touchyyy 😫

(Unedited)(Fem!Omega)

•He notices the changes in her behavior and scent pretty fast. But he mostly takes note of how her body starts to fill out more in certain areas. He notices how her already wide hips are wider then normal, how her belly is slightly harder then normal. All things he questions could be signs of pregnancy.

•When they realize her period doesn't show up or a scheduled heat, they decide to take a test just to be safe. Alpha! Hawk is all over her, he wants to leave her be to take the test but he can't help but hold her hand as they both sit in the bathroom waiting for the results on the little plastic stick. It feels like forever as they wait for the results. When they flip the test over and find it to read positive, Hawk is all over her. He cant help but kiss all over her face. He doesn't care, both of them are crying happy tears on the bathroom floor together.

•He goes to every doctors appointment with her, hates the idea of missing anything. He loves getting to hear the pups heart beat at every check up and getting to see the ultrasound pictures. When they get the screen shots of the pup he gets copies, he's got one in his wallet, one in his car and one at work that he keeps in his locker. He loves showing everyone his pup when ever he gets a chance to show them new pictures.

•He loves scenting, even more then he did before. He likes to come up behind his omega and just wrap his arms around her growing bump and just scent her neck. Loves the way her scent has changed, it's thick and sweet from the pregnancy. Sometimes he even swears he can smell her milk coming in even before she's leaking. It's comforting.

•Super touchy during the whole pregnancy, can’t keep his hands off her. He’s sad that her rolls are slowly disappearing and he can’t hold on or grab them like he use to. But he loves running his hand over her growing bump. The smooth skin against his palm is heaven to him. He loves to rub lotion on their belly as they get bigger. He wants to make sure they are always relaxed and the skin of their belly is well moisturized so their skin doesn’t start tearing. The weight of the baby is already getting to them, they don’t need the pain of stretched out tummy skin to add onto it.

•Even before the pregnancy he liked to lay his head on his omegas soft plush tummy, that doesn’t change. Because their bump keeps getting bigger and bigger as time goes on it gets hard, but he still does it. He rests his head on their bump when in bed. He secretly gets excited when he can hear the baby inside his omega. When they actually start moving around, he’s over the moon. He loves watching them visible move around inside the omegas belly. It just reminds him that they are really in there, alive and healthy inside his pretty omega.

•Always tells her that she is the prettiest omega ever. With everyday that goes by he loves her even more, his heart just beats harder when she's around him. Seeing her round out in the hips and belly makes him preen, his inner alpha telling him he did good. Watching her waddle  around the house or when they go out.

•Takes her out all the time because he's protective and doesn't want her to go out alone. He doesn't stop her from going out when he's not around, but he feels safer when he's with her. Doesn't matter if it's some omega thing she wants to do, he's going with her. He can't keep his hands off her in public either. He always had a hand or arm on her at all times no matter what. Holding her hand, arm around her middle, hugs. He wants her in at least a arms distance at all times. Super scared of her getting bummped or pushed and fall because of balance.

•Hates when she gets upset about putting on weight. He liked her at the size she was before she got pregnant, and he likes the way she looks now too. Tries his best to always make it known that he loves her and her growing body. Constantly reminds her that she is literally helping to grow a whole person. Reminds her that the baby needs to eat to get bigger and grow, so they can be healthy. Too him, her putting on weight is a good sign that their pup is getting enough nutrients and care.

•When her belly finally fills out completely, he can't help but touch it all the time. During the last stages of pregnancy he is all over her 24/7. And he loves cuddling with her, he loves how soft she is now even with a tight belly. He's super careful of her tender and swollen breasts, but he loves laying in-between them. Loves resting his chin in her belly and laying his head in her breast is he can listen to her heart beat. When the baby kicks around he can't stop grinning and smiling as they just lay together. If he could he would just sit there for hours.

[minorisato]

your excuses just keep on coming- they've turned out unbecoming

transformers / ratchrod / wc: 654 / warnings: NSFT-ish / notes: written for kinktober day 21, "medical kink." rodimus is a lil bitchbaby. / consider commissioning me!

"Hold still," Ratchet chastises, placing a hand on Rodimus' chassis to keep him from moving around. He clicks his glossa, sliding the syringe into the cracks between Rodimus' shoulder plating and upper arm strut. "I swear, no one on the ship is as bad about this as you."

Rodimus huffs, still squirming. "It's uncomfortable," he complains, and his plating is clamping down tight, barely giving Ratchet any room to get the syringe in.

"Don't really matter if it's uncomfortable," Ratchet scowls, "it needs to get done. You've been in gunfights for the majority of your life, getting a shot should be nothing for you."

The captain cringes. "Well it's not nothing, it's uncomfortable." And again, he squirms, trying to get away from the needle. The more he squirms, the more frustrated Ratchet becomes, and the harder it is to line up the syringe where it actually needs to go.

The medic growls under his exvents. "Rodimus, if you don't stop moving around I'm gonna need to fucking strap you down."

Rodimus flinches, freezing, optics darting up to the CMO. His frame is always hot, but underneath Ratchet's servo, he can feel the Prime suddenly heat up further, cooling fans clicking on. In the rather quiet medbay, it is mortifyingly audible. Rodimus' faceplates are a light pink, staring up at Ratchet with a slight worry, slight embarrassment, and... some other thing. Optics wide, Ratchet stares back at him.

"Rodimus," he hisses, "are you being serious right now?"

"I'm sorry!" Rodimus replies, vocals hushed. They don't need to be quiet, really- First Aid and Ambulon are both on break, leaving just Ratchet and the Prime in the medbay, left to their own devices. This whole situation is a little stupid and embarrassing, though, so maybe whispering just helps Rodimus feel better about the whole thing. Ratchet won't deny him that. "I can't help it."

"You are the captain of this ship," Ratchet accentuates, "you can't- you can't even get a shot but you're charged up at the idea of being tied down." The medic's vocals suddenly increase in volume. "Rodimus, you are being ridiculous."

"I think I need to leave," Rodimus replies, blush only deepening.

"No!" Ratchet shouts, pressing him down harder. "No, what you need is to get your shot!"

"I really can not do that," Rodimus states simply, still trying to get up, and Ratchet feels an optic twitch.

"Rodimus," he says, trying to keep his voice steady, "I am trying to do my job. By making this harder than it needs to be, you are preventing me from doing my job. Stopping a medical officer from carrying out their duty is a crime." He's trying to sound so calm, considering what he's currently threatening Rodimus with. "I do not care if you are scared of getting a shot. If you continue to impede my work, I am calling Ultra Magnus."

Rodimus resets his vocals, forcing himself to still. Despite that, he pouts. "Magnus won't do anything. I outrank him." And then, quietly, "It's not that I'm scared of it, either."

Ratchet furrows his optical ridges. "Then why in the name of Primus-" and then he quiets, because don't Rodimus' fans seem louder?

Rodimus looks away. The rest of him, though, is still. "I'm ready, I think. Please get it over with."

Ratchet exvents, exasperated. He slides the syringe back where it's supposed to be, able to squeeze it in between Rodimus' tight plating, and carefully, he injects Rodimus. The Prime lets out some noise, and Ratchet can't, with confidence, say it's a noise of pain. "You should have just told me," Ratchet huffs. "We could've had this over with."

"You woulda gotten mad," Rodimus pouts.

"I got mad at you anyway!" Ratchet shouts, before collecting himself. "You're ridiculous," he exvents.

Rodimus smiles. "You like me, though."

Ratchet doesn't deny it, but he doesn't acknowledge it, either. "Go self-service, then get back to me."

[temporalbystander]

Okay so I'm back (not sure for how long) but I need an answer to this and it amazes me I can't find it on the internet already. Seriously, everyone in the Miracuclass has to be subsisting on caffeine during some days right? How has NOBODY made a list of what their coffee orders would be? How is that NOT a widely available story writing tool?

I'd make it myself but, wouldn't you know it? I have no idea when it comes to coffee. I've even tried googling what stereotypical orders would be and still get nothing that helps... So I'm putting it out here. Further explanation under the cut.

Why do I need the entire class's coffee order? Because it's important in my story. Why am I being so obsessive for a story nobody else but me will ever see? Because if I don't get this exactly right it will completely ruin the scene and drive me insane.

Here's the setup, OC Faybon is in this new world with villain Chat and a very late night Akuma has kept everyone awake. Determined to make an impression on everyone that he's not the same Faybon they remember he got coffee for the class. Cue everyone being shocked at the guy they've all barely spoken to, getting every single one of their coffee orders exactly right, Ms Bustier and Lila included.

Here's my thoughts just based on the (very very) little I know about coffee:

Rose would probably have something naturally sweet but without any additives (Im thinking something with honey maybe?) Due to the fact she's sweet enough already and has health problems.

Juleka? I keep wanting to say a caramel machiato but I have no idea what a machiato is. I only say caramel because it's still sweet but a bit richer. Going for that "darker" tone of hers.... Okay just googled the machiato and I feel like that may fit better for someone like Mylene but I'm leaving that up to you anyway.

Speaking of Mylene I'm imagining hers to be a similar order to Rose (somebody's getting a similar order to Rose because she (or anyone really) needs to bring up that she doesn't take sugar only for someone else to say they do. Hey Faybon's sleep deprived in this too, he got the orders right he's allowed to screw up handing them out.)

I'm thinking Chloe would probably be the one with a frappuccino. What comes before that is anyone's guess.

Sabrina? Either just a regular coffee or maybe a latte?

This is where I start hitting the wall. Miss Bustier's is decaf something since she's pregnant in this world too. Max, Alix or Kim would probably also have a decaf or maybe an iced something? Max because of the whole caffeine isn't good for your brain and Alix and Kim because they're athletes.

I have no idea what Alya or Nino would want. Same with Ivan. Nathaniel may want something sweet as well? And Zoe may also go for either a latte or something simple due to her time in new York. With a splash of honey because she's currently coming off a very bad cold and her throat is killing her.

Lila is given a whole allergenic soy based thing, because Faybon just KNOWS she would pull something, and yet will not say a word when the cup she's given is actually her preferred coffee. Though she will look at Faybon warily.

As for the two heroes? Marinette gets hers early so it doesn't really matter but yes, it is stacked with espresso shots. While Adrien gets something almost as caffeinated but with extra cream. Not necessarily because it's part of his order but because Faybon just finds the idea of it hilarious.

[rottenarchangel]

“my archangel”

|| sam winchester x gabriel || read on ao3

summary: Sam might be drunk but he still means what he says

warnings: alcohol, swearing, 5x19 mentions/fix-it, s5 finale mentions/fix-it

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Sam didn’t mean to fall, really he didn’t. But seeing Gabriel help them, watching him glance at Sam with this content half smile once they finally got out of that hotel from hell, well Sam couldn’t resist. 

And he tries to be subtle and take things slow but Gabriel’s never been one for slow nor subtle so Sam finds himself kissing the angel not two days later. They decided the night after the hotel that Gabriel would stay with them like Cas does, helping track down Lucifer and hopefully sending him straight back into the cage he crawled out of. Gabriel has assured multiple times that he won’t let Sam say yes to Lucifer, no matter what. 

In the end, Gabriel keeps that promise. He’s able to get both Michael, despite him being in Adam’s skin, and Lucifer, still in Nicks; to be pushed into the open hole gaping in the grass. Everyone is relieved. They share congratulations drinks at Bobby’s, Sam kissing Gabriel as hard as he can between shots of tequila that Dean keeps pouring, a smirk on his face that Sam doesn't quite get but shrugs off. 

He thinks maybe this is what Dean was smirking about, knowing that Sam relaxes and gets a lot more well, slutty- to put it simply, while drunk. His legs are straddled over Gabriel’s lap and while the angel isn’t protesting in the slightest, he’s not moving things farther along either, much to Sam’s disappointment.

“Havin’ fun there?” Gabriel grins wide as Sam hums sluggishly, petting through the thick locks of Gabriel’s hair. It’s soft and silky, conditioned from the shower he took only a few hours ago. 

“So pretty, and sexy.” Sam smiles, trying to grind down into Gabriel’s lap but finds that he can’t as Gabriel’s hands hold his hips still, stupid archangel strength. 

“Not tonight Sammy, you’ve had too much to drink.” An exaggerated groan is the response he gets but Gabriel only rolls his eyes, he’s never seen what alcohol does to Sam before but he makes a mental note to not drink at the same time as his boyfriend, that’d end in chaos and not the good kind. 

“Bet your wings are sexy too.” Sam’s hands run down to Gabriel’s shoulder blades, caressing over the parts where his wings would emerge if he so wanted them to. 

“Oh yeah?” Gabriel checks behind Sam’s shoulder to see if they’re alone, Bobby’s down for the count upstairs that much he knows, and apparently Dean and Cas disappeared somewhere as their half drunk glasses are left on the table and Cas’ trench coat is on the floor on the path leading to the stairs. 

“I can’t show you my wings, not while we’re inside, but there are scars if you want to see those.” Gabriel’s full wings would bust through Bobby’s windows and knock a million things over in the process, but there’s scarring from where they come out, and others from who knows what. 

Sam pauses, a genuinely surprised look on his face before he nods hesitantly. Gabriel knows why Sam’s so surprised, he’s yet to show Sam the scars on his back, or really anywhere aside from the ones showing on his arms with his sleeves being rolled up. Their relationship is still new enough to not have gone all the way, not that Gabriel’s planning on changing that tonight, but he figures he can give Sam the satisfaction of seeing him shirtless. 

“Lay down.” The brunette immediately orders when Gabriel discards the long sleeve he had on, Sam jumping off his lap in more of a stumble than anything. Gabriel decides not to question Sam’s motives and just lays down across the couch, stomach down as his boyfriend orders him to, not that intimidatingly but it’s still cute to watch him try. 

A long exhale leaves Sam’s mouth once he has his legs over Gabriel’s waist, hands hovering so close to his back that the heat from his palms radiates onto Gabriel’s skin. It’s oddly comforting, having Sam’s weight on his waist, and his hands so close to his skin even if they aren’t touching yet. 

“You’re so pretty….” Sam trails off, his hands finally resting on the thick jagged scars that curve with Gabriel's shoulder blades, the skin’s red and raised, fully healed over despite the faded rosy tone laying prominently against his rather pale skin. 

“Yeah?” Gabriel twists his head to the side, smiling lazily at how gentle Sam’s hands move over the skin.

“Yeah, angelic.” He snorts at his own joke and Gabriel rolls his eyes before he’s quickly snapped out of it when he feels Sam lean down over his back, pressing the softest kiss known to man against the wing scar on his left, then his right. His hands fall to Gabriel’s sides, smoothing over the skin while he sighs happily into another kiss to each scar. 

“You’re mine, my angel, my archangel.” It’s a murmur that Gabriel barely catches, though his heart picks up ten paces at the words. 

He likes that. Likes being Sam’s, Sam’s archangel. 

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[masterwords]

two tickets to paradise (ch 7)

Summary: Derek takes Hotch on a much-needed vacation. (Post-Route 66)

Pairings: Hotch/Morgan

Warnings: booze and sex. literally nothing else to this chapter. (not graphic.)

Words: 1.7k

Notes: It occurs to me that I didn't post the last chapter or two here so you may need to head over to AO3 and catch up before reading this one...sorry. (Chapter 5, Chapter 6) I haven't had a lot of time (or brainpower) to write lately but this fic is like a happy place. It's so soft. It's mostly unedited, I'm sorry, but either I fully edit things and they never get posted or I just throw it to the wind and hope for the best and you get content. I don't know what else to do with my brain at this point. Oh, hey, if you have anything vacation specific, you'd like to see them do...I have no plans here, feel free to pop into my requests and I'll try to make it happen. I have an ending planned and it *could* be the next chapter but I really want to sort of keep them here for a while...

Read on AO3: two tickets to paradise

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“I don't think that piece goes there,” Hotch said quietly, shifting on his bar stool to get a better look. Their wide front window was thrown open, letting in the evening breeze (and the bugs with it). Outside waves crashed against pearl white sand and stars began popping to life while the sky darkened shade by shade.

“It fits...” Derek argued, but Hotch frowned and poked at it a little, exposing the smallest gap in the curve at the top.

“Not quite. Beer might help you play pool or volleyball, but it's definitely not helping you with this puzzle.”

“Ohhhh...shots fired...”

Derek slammed the last of his beer and grinned, waggling his eyebrows. It was a move that never failed to amuse Hotch, even if it did also indicate that Derek was doing something he knew that Hotch found troublesome or irritating. Without even blinking, Derek grabbed a piece and shoved it into place...the wrong place. Not just a little wrong, either. It was red, part of the parrot's wing, and he forced it in right where the beak should be.

Hotch narrowed his eyes. “Derek.”

“May I help you?” He grabbed another piece, green this time, and slipped it right in beside the red one. He thought he saw Hotch's eye twitch. “What's the matter?”

“You're going to ruin the pieces.”

Derek did it again. Another green one. Hotch sighed.

“This puzzle doesn't belong to us.”

“What are you gonna do about it?”

Ah, there it was, Hotch thought. Derek wanted to stop putting the puzzle together and put something else together instead. His eyes danced over the burnished gold flickering on his finger, and he couldn't help it...he gave in without further prodding.

Derek's hand hovered over the puzzle dangerously, his eyes full of warm sparks. Hotch shook his head. “Don't you dare...”

“It's either the puzzle or you. I'm sweeping one of ya...”

Hotch scooted his bar stool back, an open invitation. He had grand plans to finish the damn puzzle. Wasting no time, Derek flew around the end of the table and slammed into Hotch, chest to chest, arms wrapping tight around him. The stool crashed to the floor but Derek managed to get his trajectory shockingly accurate and the two of them landed in a heap on the bed. Hotch gasped air back into his lungs before Derek and his sweet and sour beer breath leaned in for the first of many overly eager kisses. Hotch struggled beneath him to try and scoot them further up onto the bed, to get some leverage before twisting and grinding his hips against Derek's.

Outside was the sound of sea crashing against sand, an evening tidal surf creeping closer and closer to their secret abode, but inside was the sound of clothes being discarded haphazardly, tossed at the table and sliding the puzzle in a careless shower to the floor. Outside the night creatures cooed and murmured and inside they created their own wild symphony of flesh and moans and sweat.

Later, as their heartbeats returned to normal and they lay sprawled naked on the bed, Hotch sighed.

“Can I tell you something ridiculous?”

“I'd love it.” Derek propped himself up on one elbow and watched Hotch furrow his brow, search for words that were just out of reach. He wasn't one to bare his soul, one to speak those inside words, but here he was trying so hard to do just that.

“Don't laugh.”

“I wouldn't dare.” They both knew that was a lie, but it was a risk Hotch was prepared to take. This time.

“This feels like a dream. I'm going to wake up from this morphine induced dream and I'll be in the hospital staring up at the stained ceiling, and I'll be alone.”

Derek frowned. It didn't seem funny at all. “Why?”

He wasn't prepared to answer questions. “I don't know. I suppose it just seems too good to be true. I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

“No other shoe. Come on, roll over. Let me rub that aching back of yours, that's the problem. You're just feeling old...but that's not so bad. Getting old has perks. Like your big, strong, handsome fiancé giving you all the massages you could ever want...”

Derek's thumbs pressed small circles at the base of Hotch's spine, digging deep into sweat slick muscle. They slid, from inside to outside, rounding the curve of his hips and making their way back up. Over and over, fast and then slow, hard and then soft. Hotch rested his cheek against his arm and let his eyes drift closed, tried to relax into the motion.

Derek yawned deep, perched naked on the back of Hotch's thighs, his eyes trailing first over the expanse of skin and then up and out the window into the dark. They'd missed the sunset by a long shot, building their puzzle and playing their games. Missed it, but didn't mind, not this time. Derek thought about walking under the stars, hand in hand, and continued pressing life into that deep ache.

The most surprising part was that Hotch never protested, never claimed that he felt better and Derek could stop. He just hummed pleasantly and let it happen.

Derek's yawns expanded his entire chest. Blew it wide open and his tired eyes would nearly slip shut until they lit on the crashing waves that swept closer and closer to their little hideaway. The tide had come in, crept up on them sometime after the sun sank deep behind the horizon. His yawns sounded like a big cat purring and Hotch hummed a little louder when Derek hit the spot. It lit his world up bright and then settled into a low and deep sense of relief. The best kind.

“You wanna take a walk?” Derek asked, surprising even himself. Something about those waves and their sudden proximity, the way the silver moonlight pooled and twisted like watercolors bleeding together was calling to him. Wet sandy feet and sweaty skin cooled by the midnight breeze. Hotch nodded and twisted beneath Derek's legs, for a moment wondering if Derek might be up for something else but Derek looked too serious about leaving, about walking. He'd proposition him for round two later.

“Love to,” he answered finally. Quietly, reverently, blinking owlishly at the man perched on top of him. His hands rested against Derek's thighs and once again he found himself staring at that ring. It still felt too surreal.

They tugged blankets around their shoulders but wandered out naked. Hotch pulled his blanket tight around him, leaving only one hand exposed...he was naked, he was trying to let go, but he was also still fully covered. They had neighbors who were probably sleeping, but if they weren't, he didn't think they'd enjoy the show he put on. Derek wore his loose, more like a cape, and he struck an almost godly form as his feet hit the patio. The tiny swimming pool, his home away from home, glittered and reflected the starlight while Derek laced their fingers together and pulled him beyond their small patio and onto the cold sand. Derek kept their pace slow, he wasn't out here to put in distance, he just wanted to tease the waves into coming to meet him.

They wandered out and back slowly. Derek shed his blanket halfway, preferring to enjoy the breeze everywhere he could. Hotch hugged the second blanket around himself gladly. He was cold, and felt unbearably old all of a sudden. A swirl of exhaustion and soreness, nothing he could do much about but Derek guided him to the pool upon their return and there was that eyebrow waggle again. “We missed the sunset...let's watch the sunrise in here.” He whispered the last, unbearably close. Hotch glanced in the direction of their wide open picture window, the warm bed looking so incredibly inviting, but Derek would always win. He barely even had to try anymore.

He knew he was going to shiver, his skin would erupt in waves of goosebumps, and Derek would wrap himself around Hotch to try and stave off the chill. The kissing came next, the roaming hands, and somewhere around the steps Hotch got his round two right out there in the open. Slipping into the icy water after that was heaven.

They watched the sky go from inky black to deep blue to gray and the stars slowly blinked out of sight, snatched up by the sun and stored away for later.

“Do you still hate the beach?”

Hotch let out a low whine. He'd forgotten he'd ever been so silly as to say those words aloud. He knew better. He watched the pool water distort the view of his feet way down below. Weightless he floated, the ache in his back a distant memory here, and he thought if it wasn't so cold he could probably actually sleep here. His eyes wanted to close desperately, and he turned, resting his arms against the edge. Slowly he let his head fall, resting his cheek against his cold forearm. He didn't answer Derek, wouldn't dignify it with anything that could be used in the future against him.

Derek didn't plan to let him stay silent forever. Arms snaked around Hotch's waist from behind and Derek began kissing the back of his neck, his chlorine-soaked shoulders and grinning there against his skin. He pulled Hotch to him, dragging his left hand to his lips, kissing the thick metal band now circling his finger and smiling there against his knuckles. “No,” Hotch said finally. “I suppose not.”

“Good. Because we've got a honeymoon to start planning...I'm thinking Tahiti.”