#and he only watches bob the train videos

[hikarielizabethbloom]

There are all these discord groups(?) around, and I really would like to join them because I feel like I'm missing a lot of fun. But, honestly, I barely manage one sm, i.e. Tumblr (which doesn't require that much maintenance, to begin with), I don't know how you people do it.

[donutdisturblivball]

after rewatching nimona four times since its release (because yes, this movie is just that good), i caught a few little details that just make the whole experience so much better. so, incoming SPOILER ALERT, don’t read this if you haven’t watched the movie yet. speaking of, why the fuck haven’t you?? go watch the movie (and read the comic while you’re at it, some sites offer it for free), then come back and enjoy.

1. When the Squire gives Ballister his sword, he clearly realizes something’s wrong with it. He’s trained with it for so long that he knew that something was off just by holding it. This detail is something you wouldn’t pay much attention to when you first watch the film, but it’s there to make you realize something is a little off, especially when the Squire attempts to show him the video, but it also has plausible deniability so you could chalk it up to being something else (ie. the Squire wanting a picture with Ballister).

2. This sneaky line from this sneaky bitch.

3. Nimona tells us exactly how the movie ends. (Sorta. In a sense. The phoenix rises from the ashes and overthrows the government.)

4. You can see Nimona sneaking into the jail where Ballister is being kept.

5. Mini Ballister and Ambrosius! I think a few others have pointed this out before, but I only noticed it upon my second rewatch. (A little surprised younger Ambrosius didn’t have the Asian bob. That’s like a right of passage.)

6. Nimona’s train backstory versus her flashback.

7. During Nimona’s nightmare on the couch, she turns into a wolf, and then a cat. In her flashback, as the villagers attack her, she turns into a cat and then a wolf. It could be because having her turn into anything else would be too big for the couch, but if this is intentional, then it means Nimona was having a nightmare of that day.

8. This. Visually, the sparks are sorta similar, and in both instances, Ballister has lost something irreplaceable. I think this one might be a reach and may not be intentional, but my mind connected the two scenes and wouldn’t let go, so.

Honorable mention: the gay and trans flags above Ballister and Nimona respectively in that one scene. iykyk. I didn’t add it because 1. I think many other people have brought it up and 2. the mobile app is limiting me to 10 images. Anyway, I love this movie and its comic SO much and I’m so glad that it made it to our screens from the box of scrapped movies that could have been great if people (namely, executives) gave them a chance. There is so much love, care, and passion put into this movie, and you can really sense that this was made for its audience and its author, for its story and not only for the money it could make. This movie is metal as fuck, so GO STREAM IT!!

[luvrxbunny]

mini blurbs 2 ─ ★ joel miller x f! reader

a/n: ngl. some of these are blurb sized blurbs but i was just too lazy to give them their own post 😇

wc: 992

warnings: 18+ MDNI, cum in pants, voyerism(?), dry humping, piv, blowjob

-> dbf!joel who gets invited to the family bbq/pool party only to lose his shit the second he sees you. he ends up (uncharacteristically) being the first person in the pool because there’s no other way to hide how hard he is.

you eventually feel bad, watching him float around the empty pool, and decide to join him.

so he has to touch himself while you’re talking to him. you’re so beautiful in the sunlight, your skin basically glowing. you’re just slightly sweating, letting joel’s imagination conjure up insane scenarios.

to top it all off, you start touching him. you notice his silence along with his sweaty and red face. you assume it’s the heat, pressing the back of your hand to his forehead then his cheek, and commenting on how hot he feels.

his hips repeatedly jerk towards you as he cums into the netting of his shorts. trying to keep his voice steady as he lets you know that he is perfectly fine.

-> dbf!joel who is disgustingly depraved. like he lurks around your room at night, sometimes just standing out in the hall to hear you moving around in there. you catch him spraying your perfume on his shirts on multiple occasions.

you don't technically know what he does with the shirts but you know that when your dad has him in the guest room, he thinks the walls are a lot thicker than they are.

-> finally convincing joel to send you a full body video of him cumming and he shocks you to your core when it’s just a video of him sitting back, full body in frame, his thick hairy thighs and huge arms grabbing your attention instantly. he’s looking directly at the camera as his cock bobs between his thighs, twitching and leaking everywhere for the camera before tensing up and spurting across his chest. joel’s head flies backwards as a deep groan rattles from his chest as he paints it white. he comes down with slow chants of “oh baby-” and "fuck, sweetheart." before going silent, just huffing into the air.

when he looks back down at the camera you can see a blush over his cheeks as he reaches for it. you can tell he's looking at himself not the camera when he gives you a “hope that was alright.” and a soft, timid smile before it ends

you respond with “come over right now.”

-> trying to give joel a blowjob for the first time. he's basically bouncing in his seat as you get on your knees. you take your time unzipping his pants, smiling at the way he moans at everything you do. his breathing picks up once you reach for the band of his breifs, his hands coming to the side of his chair, gripping so hard that his knuckles almost turn white. you take a moment to take in his state, all disheveled despite the fact that you've done nothing but undress him.

he rewards you with a desperate, breathy "i'll do anything".

his hips are fucking into the air as he keeps his eyes trained on the ceiling. you concede, wrapping your hand around his dick and shocking a moan out of him. you finally lean forward to place your lips on his tip, licking at his slit softly, relishing in his salty taste. he sucks in a sharp breath and never exhales.

you pull off of him to giggle at his reaction, maybe lick up his shaft. but the second you come off, his hips pump into the air, humping his dick against your cheek before cumming all over your face.

he groans like he got kicked in the chest, completely out of breath and so gravelly you know his voice will be scratchy afterward.

“mmm fuck. m’sorry. m’ so so sorry, love. s- so good.”

-> joel who wraps his arms around you so tightly that they shake when he cums. no matter what position. he’ll either rearrange the both of you so he can wrap you up or he’ll figure out a way in the position you’re in.

if he’s fucking you in doggy then he’ll lean down and wrap one arm around you. to make up for the missing arm, he’ll rant about how much he loves you in your ear.

his favorite position to have you in is spooning. first, because it's convenient. second, because he can wrap both his arms around you and pull you against his body as tightly as he wants.

sometimes he'll lock you in place and flip onto his back, planting his heels into the bed before beginning his relentless pace into your crying cunt.

-> in a van for a supply run with joel, tommy, maria and some other unknown characters. maria and tommy are upfront with the goons taking up the middle seats. you had to beg joel for this but you guys are in a cuddling position. joel sitting with his back to window, one leg straight and the other planted on the floor. you're sitting between his legs, leaning back against him but sitting straight enough to just turn your head if you want to kiss him.

but the road is more worn down than either of you expected. you try to act like you haven't only been focused on the hot bulge digging into your back every time the van bumps over a rock but once you feel the hot mass begin to harden and expand, you realize you're not the only one struggling with those thoughts.

with some more begging, a lot of neck kisses, gentle caressing, and soft, desperate words to joel. you're now in the same position but bent at the waist, giving him perfect access to your perky ass.

he's having way more fun than he'd care to admit but you can feel it. he was cautious at first, stopping anytime someone said something he thought might draw attention to the back, or even when the van got too silent. but know he's going at you. he's bringing your hips back directly on his cock like he's fucking you.

and he has no problem draping himself over your back to lean in your ear so you can hear him cumming in his pants for you

[jaune-submissive-and-breedable]

ruby has been acting bizarely horny towards jaune ever since pyrrha died and jaune just can't seem to figure out why... only to learn from tai that rose's are naturally drawn towards depressed blondes (it's summer all over again). and despite jaune's best attempts at avoiding the inevitable, he finds out the hard way that once a rose has you in their sights... it's already game over for you

also does this count as yandere?

Jaune paced back and forth as he held a certain reaper's scroll to his ear, waiting anxiously for the ringing to cease. Occasionally glancing back to the campsite where his friends lay sleeping. Watching for a familiar blur of red.

The ringing finally stopped, and a tired masculine voice answered, "What's wrong, rose bud??"

Jaune perked up, a sense of relief washes over him "Oh, Hello Mr. Rose"

He heard a groin from the older man. "It's Xia long kid, and I take it this is that Jaune kid?"

"No si...I mean yes..i...fuck.."

Taiyang rubbed his eyes as he listened to the boy stammering, his patience wearing thin "What do you want kid, and why are you on Ruby's scroll?"

Jaune stopped stammering and took a quick glance back at the campsite, "Well...Ruby's been acting very.......strange"

Tai yang sat up, concern on his face, "Strange.....how?"

"well...."

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"Oh fuck.....Ruby!"

The girl in question was on her knees with her head bobbing in between his legs. Her mouth full of his erect cock, eagerly lick and slobber on his length.

"Ruby what the hell!"

Ruby licked his length once more, giving his tip a quick kiss before pulling away and staring into his eyes

"Don't worry, Jaune~ I'll cheer you up~"

He leaned against a tree for support, a hand clasp over his mouth as to not disturb their other teammates.

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"And all I did was Some training to a video Pyrrha left me"

Tai yang raised an eyebrow, part of him feeling murderous towards the blonde "Is that all?"

Jaune bite his lip, unsure if he should continue or not "umm...those are the more tame interactions we had recently"

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One night, Jaune whimpered as he dreamt of the fall again. Pyrrha's last words to him echoing in his mind. That is, until she started kissing and grinding against his groin. Being shook from his dream. he woke to see Ruby sitting on his sleeping bag, dressed only in her stockings with heart shaped iris in her silver eyes

"R...RuBy!!!!" he stammered, quickly averting his eyes "What the fuck are you doing!!!????"

Ruby smiled creepily, slowly leaning herself forward, "You're gonna put a baby in me Jaune......"

Before he could reply, she immediately crashed their lips together in a lust fueled kissed, her hands running under his hoodie as she ground his sopping wet cunt against his pants. Cause a dark wet stain to grow on them.

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"And when did this happen?" Tai yang questioned, rubbing his temples

"Tonight....."Jaune replied sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.

"and what were you dreaming about?"

He heard silent at his query, no doubt a hard subject to talk about. Also the reason Ruby's acting this way.

"Look kid, you don't have to tell, It's hard to talk about. But that leads to this. Rose women are attracted to depressed blondes like they are to cookies and strawberries" He sighed, cracking his neck "Summer acted just how you describe Ruby when Raven, Yang's mother left us. Also.....Umm....kid? you there?"

On Jaune's end, He was tackled to the ground by a feral Ruby who tore his cloths off and immediately impaled his cock inside her tiny body. Not wasting a single moment, she immediately began bouncing rapidly on his lap. Her speed and power making him groan.

"RUBY WAIT!!!!"

"No...IT's Time to BReeD"

As they began fornicating, they didn't realize the call was still active. Tai yang heard their moans of passion and hung up. He was trying to tell Jaune to just surrender. Once a rose has you in her sights, she'll have you one way or another.

[queercanon13]

The Karma music video is packed with queer and sapphic themes. But what’s with that yellow beret?

We all watched the Karma music video on Friday (or Saturday), right? And then we all watched it ten more times because there IS JUST SO MUCH THERE. Right?!

I can’t even begin to unpack the whole thing yet, but let’s talk about the yellow brick road scene.

Taylor is obviously wearing ruby slippers (“the rubies that I gave up”) alluding to Dorothy/the Wizard of Oz. But she’s not wearing the rest of Dorothy’s getup. That’s because she’s not Dorothy, but in fact a friend of Dorothy.

She’s holding a broom (lots of witchy themes from her lately) and blows a kiss of blue (iykyk) glitter to three grim reapers (the two SBs and…?).

She’s keeping her side of the street clean, which harkens to the YNTCD MV where she clearly shows which side of the street she’s on:

Other things of note: it appears there are daisies embroidered on her collar, as well as growing along the yellow brick road. Her braids are also looped (“your braids make a pattern”).

The yellow brick road itself may be a nod to Elton John and his album/song Goodbye Yellow Brick Road. Here are some of the lyrics from that song, as well as a generally accepted analysis of the lyrics:

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Seems like it would be super relatable to Taylor, right? Add in Elton John’s queerness/coming out journey, and the parallels continue.

There are probably a hundred other things I’m missing just from that scene alone, but what I really wanna talk about is the yellow beret, especially in light of current news surrounding Taylor.

When I saw the yellow beret, I furiously googled “yellow beret” + the names of Taylor’s muses, but I came up empty-handed. Because Taylor is specifically not wearing a Dorothy costume, I knew that fucking hat had to mean something. Then I remembered — isn’t yellow beret a military term? And we know she loves a good war story. To Google I went, and the results did not disappoint.

During the Vietnam war, all physicians in the US had a mandatory draft order. One of the ways to avoid the draft was to apply for a position with a Public Health Service program called the NIH Associates Training Program. Because the elite program was highly competitive, only a small percentage of doctors were able to serve their required military time without going to war.

Yellow beret was a self-deprecating and derogatory term used by and for doctors who avoided getting a green beret/going to war (yellow can be associated with cowardice, i.e. “yellow-bellied”) via the NIH program.

Sounding familiar? But wait there’s more.

Bob Seger wrote a song in 1966 called The Ballad of the Yellow Beret. It was written as a parody of the song The Ballad of the Green Berets. Here are some of the lyrics (I encourage you to read all of them!):

Verse 1: Fearless cowards of the USA // Bravely here at home they stay // They watch their friends get shipped away // The draft dodgers of the Yellow Beret

Okay, I’m seated.

Verse 3: Men who faint at the sight of blood // Their high-heeled boots weren't meant for mud // The draft board will hear their sob stories today // Only the best win the yellow beret

Oooookay.

Verse 4: Back at home a young wife waits // Her yellow beret has met his fate // He's been drafted for marching in a protest //Leaving her his last request

Are you screaming yet? Just wait.

Verse 5: Put a yellow streak down my son's back // Make sure that he never ever fights back // At his physical have him say he's gay // Have him win the yellow beret

And if that wasn’t enough, two of the last lyrics are “I've got a pimple on my trigger finger” (ew) and “well, we were planning on having children sometime soon” (devastating). These themes also align with The Great War, epiphany, etc.

But despite attempts to diminish their efforts through claims of cowardice, these “yellow beret” physician-scientists contributed to some of the most important and innovative medical research we have today. Dr. Fauci attended the training program, as well as nine others who went on to win Nobel Prizes.

Could it be that Taylor is trying to tell us that, while it looks like she dodged the draft (didn’t come out), she’s doing some important mastermind shit behind the scenes? Only time will tell, but since we are now at “dawn,” I believe daylight is soon to follow. ☀️

[tangledinink]

Oh my goodness, guess what? Chapter 29 of I'm Sorry, Teenage Mutant What Now? is now up! And on a Monday, too. Gosh, just like old times. Yet another family secret is revealed from somewhere no one expected it. Read it on ao3 or below the cut!

[ prev ]

“No, no, keep watching, seriously! They’re about to do something sooo cool!”

“Leo, you say that about every stupid street magic video you make us watch,” Donnie complained, rolling his eyes. “And it’s always something stupid.”

“It’s not stupid! It’s super cool!” Leo protested, huffing loudly and glaring at his brother in offense. “I pretend to think that your dumb science stuff is cool!”

“No, you don’t!”

“Well, I could, if you didn’t say magic was stupid--”

“We can literally do actual magic!” Donnie cried, throwing his hands up. “And you’re still into this fake bullshit?”

“Yes,” Leo confirmed easily, rewinding the video slightly. “And I’m restarting so that you guys can watch properly. So there.”

Donnie groaned.

“Both of you quit fightin’,” Raph said, shifting slightly so he could look over Leo’s shoulder, seeming only mildly interested at best-- but still interested! Suck it, Donnie. Raph knew something badass when he saw it. Leo grinned, shifting slightly so he could let his brother see better.

“This is a ridiculous waste of time,” Donnie muttered, crossing his arms over his chest. “We’re gonna miss the subway home.”

“We’ll get the next one,” Leo assured, waving him off. “It’s fine, Dee. There’s another train, like, every five minutes.”

“What New York City do you live in?” Raph muttered, glancing down at him and raising a brow.

“More or less!” Leo insisted. “I just wanna finish the video, and then we’ll go! We can’t go without Mikey, anyway.”

“What do you mean without--?” Raph’s head bobbed to the left. It bobbed to the right. He did a full 360 spin. “Wha-- Where the hell did he go!? He was here a minute ago!”

“He forgot his gym bag back in the locker room,” Leo said, waving a hand dismissively. “So he ran back to get it.”

“When!?”

“When you and Donnie were arguing about the best Jupiter Jim sequel, like, five minutes ago,” Leo explained breezily, leaning into his brother’s chest as he spoke, passing his weight over for Raph to hold up for the moment. Maybe physically pinning him in place would keep his head from vibrating off his shoulders. It usually helped. “Chill. He’ll be back in a second and then we’ll get out of here. Watch the video.”

“Leo!” Raph protested. “We’re supposed to stay together! Remember!?”

“He’s not even leaving the building, Raph. There’s still a couple kids around! And he’s literally down the hall,” Leo scoffed, rolling his eyes. “He’s not five., I’m pretty sure he can handle it without us escorting him.”

“Leo--”

“If you want us to chaperone him down the hall to fetch his bag,” Donnie said, not looking up from his phone. “Then you will be the one informing him of such, dearest Raphala, because I have no intention of being the one to tell him that.”

“It’s like you like Dr. Delicate Touch,” Leo sighed, shaking his head. “Do you miss him when he’s away? Is that it? Is that why you’re like this?”

Raph sighed, scrubbing at his face with his hands.

“Fine,” he finally relented. “But if he’s not back in two minutes, Raph is going after him! And you two are comin’ with me!”

Leo smiled a tiny bit.

“Yeah, okay, deal,” he agreed easily, pressing play on the video again. “Now here, watch. This dude is about to for-real make a whole-ass building disappear!!!”

---

Agent 64’s eyes flew open.

Danger.

There was danger.

He could taste it on the back of his sandpaper tongue. Every hair on his body jumped up on end as he flew to his feet, wriggling from April’s relaxed grip, his back arching and his claws extended.

“Ow! Mayhem, chill! Watch the claws!” April hissed, startled as he suddenly woke from his nap, previously curled up and dozing in her lap, wincing at the prickle in her thigh. “What’s your deal--?”

He would maybe regret hurting her if it weren’t for his heart banging wildly in his ears. He could feel it. There was danger. Something bad was going to happen. Someone was in trouble. His tail puffed up like a bottlebrush, he whipped around wildly to face the human-- both his favorite and his charge-- biting out a frantic, chittering warning. And spirits, he had never wished so desperately up until now that humans were able to understand the nuances of his language. Because while her brows crinkled with concern, a thick fog of confusion colored her eyes glassy all the same.

“Mayhem? What’s wrong, little guy?” She pressed, her bottom lip worried between her teeth. “Are you hurt?”

Agent 64’s tail whipped with frustration, a short, stuttering growl escaping him.

There was danger. There was danger. He was sure of it-- and he didn’t have time for this.

---

The cold, dusty tile of the school hallway did a lousy job breaking April’s fall. A short yelp of shock wrenched itself from her throat as she tumbled over herself, the crackle of mystic energy still prickling at the back of her neck, as she found herself quite suddenly sprawled about the floor as opposed to curled on couch in the comfort of her living room.

“OW! Mayhem! What the hell?!” She hissed, narrowing her eyes to scowl at the yellow creature. His only response was a sharp, strangled squeak, tearing himself from her arms and to the floor.

“April?”

April resisted a groan, sitting up just enough so that she turn her head to glance over at Leo and her other two brothers, who were all giving her a rather startled look.

“Hey, guys,” she said, wincing a bit as she got to her feet, brushing herself off.

“Are you okay? What are you doing here?”

“Beat’s me!” She huffed, placing a hand on her hips. “Mayhem just started freaking out all of a sudden! I dunno what’s going on!”

“Do you think something’s wrong?” Raph asked, his brows furrowed with worry as he bent down to look at the little creature, still puffed up and pacing back and forth, chittering frantically at the group. “What’s goin’ on lil’ man?”

“He can’t be acting like this over nothing! There’s gotta be--” April broke off, his lips curving into a frown. Leo and his two brothers? That wasn’t right. “... Hey. Where’s Mikey? Shouldn’t he be with you guys?”

---

They didn’t understand what he was trying to say. The big one reached for him, but Agent 64 dodged out from under his hand, ducking away and breaking into a sprint. He just had to hope they’d be wise enough to follow him-- the only reason he didn’t simply teleport himself away. He couldn’t waste any more precious seconds trying to secure their allyship for the coming fight.

He had to be there. He had to be there now. The air reeked of it.

Danger danger danger danger.

---

His hair beads clicking along to the rhythm, Mikey bobbed his head with the beat banging about in his head, humming softly to himself and tapping his fingers against the side of his thigh. Ugh, this had to be one of Donnie’s EDM songs, didn’t it? He couldn’t remember any of the lyrics or anything-- just the thick, heavy beat. It colored his steps as he wandered down the dimly lit hallway, shouldering open the locker room door and sighing softly to himself. Gosh, he had had this song stuck in his head all day long, but he still couldn’t figure out the name of it or where it was from… It was starting to drive him just a tiny bit insane. Maybe he could get Leo to help him figure it out on the way home-- he was really good at this game.

It was probably one of Donnie’s songs. He had probably picked it up from Donnie. He was sure Donnie would know the answer if he asked-- Donnie always knew the answer to pretty much everything.

But if he asked Donnie, it wouldn’t be a game. Nah. It’d be way more fun to ask Leo. As soon as I get back, he thought to himself, swinging open his locker door.

As predicted, his gym bag was still here, hung up on its hook all neat as if it was meant to be there and hadn’t been left behind. Thank god. If it wasn’t here, then it’d for real be lost and it’d be a whole thing. That’s how you know the Adderall is wearing off, he thought dimly to himself.

His backpack retrieved, he slung the bag over his shoulder, kicking the locker shut and turning to start the trek back to his brothers. His legs weren’t especially long, but he still made every effort to stretch them out with each step, picking up a jaunty pace so as not to keep the rest of them waiting.

The song still played in his head, and Mikey mumbled along to the wordless melody under his breath, fidgeting with the straps of his bag. The longer he thought about it, the more sure he was that it was something from one of Dee’s playlists. It had to be, right?... This was exactly the type of thing he always listened to… Sharp and stormy and loud. Thudding and all-encompassing. The rhythm wasn’t quite as fast as you might expect from the genre-- it sort of drew itself out.

Made you wait for it.

And then eventually, the pace started to pick up.

Each synthesized thump came quicker.

And louder.

Closer together.

Building up, bigger and bigger.

Tickling the back of your neck.

Breathing down your spine.

Thundering onward.

The anticipation would almost swallow you whole.

Until finally the beat dropped.

---

A tiny smile turned the corners of Draxum’s lips crooked.

It was almost amusing-- how careless they were. He wondered how safe they must think themselves to traipse the city openly like this. As if he wouldn’t be perfectly capable of hunting them down. As if he wasn’t patient enough to wait until one of them was alone.

All he would need was a simple capture charm.

From up above in the rafters, he watched the smallest of his experiments. He was still cloaked in their silly human form. Relaxed. Oblivious.

Perfectly easy prey.

After this, he could simply pick the rest of them off.

The second his target walked within range of him, he lashed an arm forward. Magenta light leapt outward from his palm and pounced.

---

He didn’t see the figure in the rafters.

He didn’t hear the pound of footsteps in the distance.

He didn’t even see the flash of light.

But he felt the whisper of magick.

---

Raph didn’t know why Mayhem was freaking out, but he didn’t have to. Because all of a sudden, every single one of his big brother senses and alarms were flipping out. And he felt this awful, gnawing weight of dread in his stomach.

He didn’t bother to wait and check with the rest of his family, to see if they felt the same thing or if they intended to follow. Once Mayhem took off running and that dread took hold-- he did, too.

He could hear other footsteps behind him. Usually, Leo and Donnie were both capable of moving significantly faster than him. But not right now. Raph wasn’t sure if it was the fact that he had a head start or just that he knew Mikey was in trouble. But his throat was tight with the very beginnings of panic. All his muscles were lit up with searing red heat. He was moving as fast as he possibly could. Maybe faster than that, even. And no one was overtaking him.

He needed to know where Mikey was right now.

Despite the dead-sprint, it felt like it took ages for him to reach the locker room. He didn’t even stop to open the door so much as he slammed into it, shifting his body just enough to let his shoulder take the impact, the barrier crashing out of the way, crumpling beneath him, just the way he knew it would--

“Mikey!”

His eyes caught sight of Baron Draxum’s crouched form right away-- curled up in the rafters like a fucking jaguar in the canopy. This dark, sickly pink coil of mystic energy reaching from his extended hand and reaching out towards his little brother’s back like a bullet.

Raph’s heart stopped in his chest.

For just a second, the rest of the world froze, too.

The rest of the world… except for Mikey.

His back was still to Draxum.

But his heels were already in a pivot.

His head hadn’t even turned fully yet. But already, his hand flew up behind him, palm stretched out wide and elbows locked. The very beginnings of a fiery golden light sparked to life around him like a halo. His entire body jerked hard and braced--

And he caught Draxum’s magic in his palm.

Without even looking, he stopped the spell dead in its tracks with one raised hand, curling his fingers around it with this sharp, awful hissing sound, sizzling and popping like a forest fire. Like something burning.

He tightened his grip and the magick shattered like glass beneath his fingers.

And then Michelangelo turned around to face Draxum fully, his head tilted back so that he could meet his eyes.

---

“Mikey! Come look!”

Mikey’s head bobbed at his big brother’s frantic cry, immediately heading over in his direction.

“What is it?”

“A baby bird!” Raph exclaimed, kneeling down, and sure enough, when Mikey leaned over he saw the little creature-- tucked up behind a dumper in their alley, their feathers all poofed up and fluffy.

“Whoa!” Mikey gasped, crouching down as well so he could get a better look. The little bird seemed to shiver, but didn’t try to get away-- just stared at them with its big black eyes. It was kind of scraggly and funny looking, with this big round yellow beak and fuzzy feathers. “He looks so funny…”

“We gotta help him!” Raph whimpered, his bottom lip trembling. “He’s all by himself! He musta fallen or gotten lost or somethin’!”

Mikey paused, tilting his head slightly to the side.

“You think?...”

“Well, a cat might get ‘im or somethin’!” Raph cried. “I’ll go get a shoebox, and we can bring him inside! You watch him, okay?”

And Mikey considered this for a moment, glancing from his big brother to the baby bird, his nose wrinkled up slightly.

… If he fell out of his nest, then why didn’t he feel afraid?

Mikey couldn’t quite place it, but it just… didn’t seem like the bird was that upset or scared. If Mikey fell out of his nest and couldn’t fly anywhere and was lost and all alone, he was pretty sure he’d get scared and upset, at least, eventually. But this little guy didn’t feel that way at all. Mikey could just tell.

Maybe a little… frustrated. But determined. Excited, almost.

Mikey could feel it.

“No,” he finally said. “I think he’s okay.”

Raph frowned a bit, looking down at his brother incredulously. “But he’s just a baby!”

“Yeah, but he’s not scared!” Mikey argued, pointing.

Raph tilted his head to the side.

“How do you know?” He argued.

Mikey wrinkled his nose, considering this for a second before he shrugged.

“I ‘unno!” He finally declared. “I just do! You don’t?”

“... No,” Raph said, perhaps pouting a bit. “He’s a bird.”

“Well,” Mikey argued, crossing his arms over his chest. “I think he’s okay! I don’t think we should take him inside. I don’t think he’d like it. I think maybe we’d be, like… stealing him.”

“We can’t just leave him!” Raph protested, and Mikey paused, considering this, his lips curved into a pout.

“... Can we watch him for a little bit first, and see what happens?” He suggested after some thinking. “So then we know no cats will get ‘im or anything.”

Raph sighed. “... Yeah. Okay,” he finally agreed. “But if he’s still there in thirty minutes, then we should bring him inside. Okay?”

“Okay,” Mikey agreed.

---

They were golden-- so very much so that they were nearly white, as if superheated by the sun itself. They were built from nothing, it seemed, save for light and energy itself, but playing a melody of clinks and clatters regardless, filling the air with the sound of metal-on-metal.

The chains that materialized from his baby brother’s body.

They moved almost too fast to see, curling like snakes, twisting and shifting at Mikey’s command. With a forward thrust of his arm, leg sweeping around and his hands clenched into a fist, they obeyed him instantly, echoing his movements and flashing forward-- screaming-- howling towards their target.

Draxum just barely had the time to leap out of the way, flinging himself to the side and correcting his trajectory as he fell, frantically dodging the onslaught, and Mikey chased him. The chains twisted midair to follow the yokai, forcing him to dance and dodge backwards, hardly able to even conjure the occasional counterspell or strike in between running.

Running from Mikey.

It was all happening too fast for Raph to follow properly, but he realized, distantly, that Mikey’s eyes were glowing, light pouring from them and streaking down his face in globs of color. Like he was crying. Like he has tears made of honey.

Draxum lashed out with another spell, trying to find ground, and Mikey’s chains screamed out to meet them, shattering it midair. For just a second, Draxum gaped, his eyes wide as he watched. And in that tiny moment of hesitation, Mikey pounced.

He leapt forward like a beast on prey, his palm outstretched, reaching for Draxum, to touch, to grab--

At the very last second, the yokai yanked himself back.

In an instant, a bubbling black light enveloped him like a shadow and he blinked away-- as though he had never been there in the first place. Mikey stumbled slightly, lurching in the empty space left behind, his body jerking slightly at the sudden halt.

He faltered, wavering for a second, rocking on his feet. He blinked slowly, staring at the space where his opponent had once been as his shoulders slumped. In the silence and the still, ragged pants clattered through his chest. Raph swore he could hear them echo.

He blinked, swallowed, and finally found his tongue again.

“... Mikey?”

---

Raph gasped softly as he watched the little bird they had been watching leap up with a flap and flutter of its wings.

“It’s trying to--”

And it took him a few tries. But after a few false starts, the tiny creature took to the air. And in nearly a moment, it was gone, swooping away from the alley and out of sight.

“Whoa!” Raph gasped, his eyes widening. “Did you see that? That was so cool! He could fly all along!”

Mikey glanced back at his older brother and grinned brightly. “Yeah!!!”

He could tell. He could tell that that bird had been so happy to make it into the air and start to fly.

He could tell Raph was happy, too.

---

The halo that was surrounding their baby brother faded. The tears fizzled and dried up, the glow leaking from his eyes faded away with a flicker. And for a second, Mikey stood in one spot, staring off at nothing, his face flushed and his shoulders heaving with deep, shuddering breaths.

After a second, he coughed-- once, and then twice, hunching over slightly at the force of it. And he spat something shimmering and gold out onto the floor.

And then Raphael watched in horror as his eyes rolled back into his head, his knees going out from beneath him.

[satoruhour]

hi t!!! i hope you're well. saw that your requests are open and i'm actually nervous bec this is my first time ever sending a request (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠)

may i request gojo being jealous or pouty over reader simping over a celebrity (nct maybe or mark lee especially) (i read that you used to write for nct hehehe) (i'm on nct rabbit hole for the past few days) or or or bassist!suguru teaching reader how to play the guitar maybe?

(am i doing this right? (⁠*⁠・⁠～⁠・⁠*⁠) )

anyway, have a good rest of your day/night!!!

a/n: omg my love im sorry this took so long! i hope you enjoy, i wrote both but ill post it separately :)

five hours. that’s how long your boyfriend’s been sulking and ignoring you and throwing mini tantrums every now and then. all because you liked to tune into youtube a little too much to look at a bunch of boys (“26, mind you! why do they need so many members anyway?” gojo would say) dance and sing at the same time.

“NCT U this, NCT Dream that, what about NCT Tokyo?” gojo paces the room the very first time you explain the whole concept to him — a group of unlimited members while some are sorted into specific sub-groups that represent specific concepts. gojo gets part of it, but doesn’t understand why they needed to be so attractive.

“they do have an NCT Tokyo, actually! newly formed!” you grin, knowing this information would only set him off, and since then, every comeback, every variety show, every photoshoot behind-the-scenes video that you blast on the living room television is enough to get your boyfriend in the most terrible mood.

but one thing that really sets the sorcerer off is your obsession with the canadian singer slash rapper, mark lee. you admired the work he put in — training since he was young and miles away from his family. he debuted at only sixteen and made a name for himself ever since then, always putting in his 200% for everything that he does. mark’s face shows up way more often than the group videos, gojo notices; a lot of the specific fancams that focus on his performance, or those fan-made compilation videos.

it’s not like you’ve been playing videos non-stop, either. you offered gojo to wave his white flag whenever you went to do chores, made lunch, did some reports, but none came.

so you might as well enjoy a few more videos until you break the ice. you reach hour four when you feel a little bad about the glares he’s giving the tv, seated on the far other end of the sofa while you enjoy the fancam videos of fact check.

curiously, out of the corner of your eye, there’s just a bit of change in your boyfriend’s expression, a scowl still deep on his face but his eyebrows are not as furrowed, eyes not as narrowed and squinted as he liked it to be. having dated since high school, you already know what’s going in that head of his — you know he finds mark at least a little attractive, but his pride wouldn’t let him tell you that.

“see anything you like?” you hear the audible gasp of gojo when you call out to him, letting the video go on not because you watched it a couple times already (while not entirely wrong) but you think gojo still outshines any k-pop idol on the big screen.

“no . .” he mumbles, sinking into himself more and more to prevent you from looking at his expression; but the foot-tapping, the secretive eyes, the head bobs all give him away. you know you’ve got him figured out when you scoot over and he doesn’t move, letting you untangle his fortress of shame shown in his body language.

“you can tell me he’s pretty, you know that right?” you giggle, lifting his arm to slot yourself under it. you fit just right upon his bent knees, looking up at the familiar frown on his face. gently, you peel away the blindfold on his face, greeted with the stark blue eyes that you find yourself falling deeper into each day.

“no comment.”

you laugh at his stubbornness, a hand caressing his cheek as you try to contain your smile. even now, he’s not doing a very good job of catching glances at the television and sulking.

“okay, then, i guess i’ll just continue to watch my videos, then, since tomorrow is an off-day.”

“no! i-i mean . . uh,” gojo is torn between admiring your favourite idol and staying jealous, but he can’t formulate words when you stare at him like that; a crinkle in your eyes and just a sliver of your teeth while your eyes sparkle under the apartment lighting.

“ugghhhh . . i don’t know,” gojo buries his face in his hands, “why do you like him so much anyway? do you like him more than me?”

you hum, striking a faux pose of pondering and your boyfriend only whines again at that, accidentally putting down his knees and your support from behind you is made void immediately. if it wasn’t for your arms that hung around his shoulder, you would’ve landed on his lap pretty harshly.

gojo only huffs after also doing his part: an arm replacing his thighs to keep you from falling. there you hang awkwardly, still faced with gojo’s adorable pout, “mark lee definitely couldn’t have done that. i’ll tell you that much.”

you roll your eyes with a big grin, “oh, you big jealous oaf, c’mere.”

without warning you latch yourself onto him, slightly tackling him into a violent embrace with your lips on his and gojo sighs indefinitely like he’s been waiting all day for it. he just lets you have your way with him, letting you kiss him like you’ve never done before. he hums into your mouth, submitting to you as you climb into his lap.

“so i’m assuming you like me more than him?”

your boyfriend teases as you pull away, hands caressing your sides and sending chills right down to your centre.

“do you really have to ask?” you giggle, fully taking off his blindfold, now, brushing your fingers through his hair. through the corner of your eye, you see him play with the left and right buttons possibly to find a spicy playlist you two could get down to (his words, not yours), but before it can even start:

the playlist’s interrupted by an advert for nature republic with mark’s voice that plays through the speakers, panning out to eight other boys on a beach and smiling as if they’re aware of the torment they harboured.

your sorcerer boyfriend merely throws his hands up in frustration (“oh, come on!”), melting into the couch with a permanent scowl while the living room only fills up with your loud laughter.

[givehimthemedicine]

NINA and the magic of VHS ✨📼

I think I just figured out a big part of how NINA works. here's how Brenner is "altering" past events.

something just hit me about this footage that's been staring me in the face this whole time.

before I come to my Big Point, let me establish a few things:

the camera codes don't match

s4 keeps giving us camera POV footage that's labeled per camera. we see codes like CAM 071, CAM 039 and CAM 114.

what's weird about that? nothing, except... here are what the tape labels in the NINA library look like:

alphanumeric codes like CAM B2, CAM A5, CAM TR2. not a single one with just the three-digit numerical codes.

k, put a pin in that.

the NINA library is so spotty

Brenner tells El, "Everything that took place in my lab was captured on video tape. Every success and every failure."

but the dates we saw in that closeup are so sparse. it takes only a dozen tapes to span a month of footage leading up to the massacre (a time period you'd think they'd save every second of):

CAM B6 08-10-79 CAM B5 08-12-79 CAM A2 08-20-79 CAM B5 08-25-79 CAM TR1 09-2-79 CAM RR2 09-4-79 CAM C6 09-6-79 CAM RR1 09-6-79 CAM C4 09-7-79 CAM B5 09-7-79 CAM TR2 09-8-79

no idea what a lot of these camera codes denote, but it's not too hard to guess RR means Rainbow Room.

I can tell you off the top of my head that there are four cameras in the Rainbow Room. and one in each corner of the training rooms, at least one apiece in test rooms, bedrooms, hallways. at least one apiece in observation chambers of test rooms - otherwise the One banishment footage wouldn't exist (is that a bit odd now that I think of it?).

and that's not including the tripod cameras with which are recorded close up footage like plinko and the cat.

so, why so few dates and camera angles?

@lilly-flowerr once kindly calculated an estimate about how many VHS tapes would be produced from 100+ cameras' worth of continuous footage for the duration of the HNL program and the result was in the ballpark of several million.

tbf, Brenner never claimed this was all the footage. so I figured, likely, this library actually just houses a pared-down selection of footage relevant to the massacre.

but the problem with that idea is... consider how when we see El get NINA'd with RR footage: she's being shown four views of the room at once. that's already impossible, based on the selection we see available in the library. there aren't even four RR camera views represented on that shelf, let alone all from the same day.

pin that too.

live feeds vs playback

I thought hey, if those camera POVs had dates and everything on them, why isn't that stuff on El's NINA videos? are they hiding that data to facilitate screwing with her?!??

which, yeah. but here's the One banishment footage that Brenner watches alone. no dates on that either:

so I went to look for other times we've seen lab playback to see if there are ever dates.

Hopper checking out the pipe in season 1; Owens reviewing Will's checkup:

that's actually a plot point on the Hopper one because he decided the lab was lying to him about which night that footage was of - if the tapes showed dates onscreen, that wouldn't have been an issue.

so then I thought, ok, if that data doesn't appear on playback, it must only display on monitors showing live feeds, and that stuff doesn't actually get recorded onto it. right?

well here are some live lab feeds: El and the cat; detained Nancy and Jonathan; scientists watching Will's checkup; Owens directing Bob to safety from demodogs. no dates anywhere.

so... if there's no data on live feeds or on playback.... where ARE those dates on the NINA cameras being displayed? there's no internal viewer on those security cameras, like looking through a camcorder viewfinder, so it's not like it's merely "the camera's view" unseen by any actual entity.

so like... who's seeing that? how are we seeing that?

pin that too. I promise we're getting close.

OSD (on screen display)

quick bit of context for those who didn't grow up with VHS.

in VHS days, your video camera (if you had it configured to do so) would put the date onto your home movies. it wasn't a separate layer you could turn on/off after the fact, like DVD subtitles. if that feature was turned on while you were filming, that date was forever fused onto the footage itself. any time you ever played that tape back, you would see that date. there's no way to get rid of it.

osd however - PLAY PAUSE FFW and all that - those labels aren't fused onto the actual footage. they appear momentarily only as you navigate the tape with your VCR. DVD players do the same thing, you're probably familiar.

you can watch the osd labels appear/disappear as Joyce investigates Will's Halloween tape, while the date stays put.

they give us the live camera view of Bob (which has just the date) vs Joyce playing it back on her VCR later (which has the date and also osd). why the timestamps are different is a whoooooole other post.

so now that we're all on the same page about how dates vs. osd works on VCRs,

I'll bring you to the only time I DID find dates on lab playback:

4x6 when Brenner pops this tape in his VCR.

"who's even seeing those ?" Brenner. yeah, that's not my stunning realization. but look what we see up in the top left corner: osd. PLAY.

so here finally is my point: if PLAY appears on the screen as a result of Brenner hitting play on his VCR....

let me direct your attention to the upper left corner of that other footage:

those camera POV shots all say 🔴REC.

those aren't recordings.

they ARE recordING.

Brenner is taping these past events, live, during NINA.

"how do you explain Little El showing up in some of the camera povs? brainwash her all you want, but she would show up big on a tape being recorded in 1986."

indeed! which is why I'm not going so far as to claim Brenner is recording The Actual Past. what I do believe is that he's recording El's memories of the past, in which she is Little El.

"and how are you gonna say Brenner is able to record El's memories right out of her head with a VCR? yes this is fiction, but VHS technology isn't. c'mon."

it's not actually that far fetched! El canonically has a very similar ability - it's been swept under the rug in comparison to the glamor of telekinesis, not used since season 1, but it's well established:

she not only can hear people remotely, but also relay what only she is hearing via radio/intercom to where others can then hear it.

Brenner was filming this test on a tripod camera, which wouldn't have been affected by the cut in power that happened when El started relaying. so he walked away from this moment with a recording of something only El was able to hear.

which is exactly how NINA works. add video technology, and there ya go. if it didn't already exist in 1983, this scene was Brenner discovering the concept.

onward:

Brenner's tapes aren't the tapes El is being shown.

watch this in 4x7: he inserts this tape, hits play, and then we cut to El in NINA, watching all the monitors flash to life with footage of herself in the infirmary for her bullying concussion.

the implication from the editing is that this particular VHS yields that particular footage for El to watch, but that's a false assumption they want us to make.

first, playing one VHS doesn't result in several screens with different footage rolling all at once. one VHS only holds one camera feed. all NINA's monitors can't be fed by one VCR.

second, "Infirmary" would most likely be abbreviated "I" or "IR". the tape he played said CAM TR2, which could stand for either Training Room or Test Room. El experiences 9/8/79 "memories" of both, so I'm not sure which this would be. regardless, it's not Infirmary.

third, as we've covered before, all the lab footage El is shown inside NINA is devoid of dates and cam codes. that's not characteristic of the tape we saw Brenner play in his VCR.

fourth, as we also covered before, not all the camera angles El's seeing are even represented on that shelf of massacre-month tapes.

so Brenner may indeed have captured everything in his lab on video tape, but the VHS library we and El are shown while he says that? pretty sure that's NOT what these tapes are.

it's implied that he's popping tapes into his VCR at the same time El's off in her memories. but if it's not for the purpose of showing them to her.... what is he doing with his?

"but nat, his finger hit play, not record."

well they're not gonna SHOW us him hitting record or we'd guess!

he's hitting play to get the tape queued up to the right spot to record on, which you gotta do with a VHS or else you could overwrite something important that's already on there.

if Brenner is recording whatever El is seeing, wouldn't that help explain:

the varying appearance of El as both big and little within the camera povs. at this moment, El is big because she's aware she's her current self (she's fully conversing with Brenner). this is definitely not really past footage, because it's not like Little El stood up on a chair and yelled into a camera in 1979. after this point though, she accepts what's going on and submits to the "memories" in which she is little, so she's seeing herself as little, so from then on she appears as Little El on the fresh tapes.

the different camera labeling within NINA and its library of tapes - they need to differentiate between old/real/fake/new camera views.

the sparsity of the VHS library - maybe only key moments need to be overwritten

this camera-yelling moment actually is a potential match for one of the tapes on the shelf. it's Sept 4, 1979, and it's in the Rainbow Room. CAM 071 09/04/79 could be the overwriting of CAM RR2 09-4-79. on the other hand, if that were true I'd expect to also see 09-4-79 training room and hallway footage to match those other povs we saw, and I don't, so idk.

the light circle game is the only NINA footage we ever get to see both live camera POV and playback of (although it's not actually the same moment, the dates and cams are different). the numeric camera code on both of these is part of my support for the numeric camera codes representing new footage.

regarding the date and cam code being different on those two bits of nearly identical footage…. what if I... plugged this into Multiplayer NINA theory real quick and said that maybe CAM 126 is fake-old footage that's been more recently rerecorded in someone else's NINA? that maybe that's what's on all of Brenner's tapes before he records El's new stuff onto them?

so here's my current thinking of how NINA works:

decide how you wish El remembered an event and compile cherrypicked real footage and/or staged footage supporting your version of events.

manipulate and gaslight El so that she doubts the veracity of her own memories.

drug her and throw her in a sensory deprivation tank where your selected footage clockwork-oranges her into "fully re-experiencing" your version of events.

presto! the most powerful person in the world now believes your version of events is true because she genuinely remembers it.

by means of El's electronic relay abilities (induced with a buttload of drugs), these false memories that only El is seeing, inside her mind, are displayed for all to see on monitor in NINA's control room.

pop a plain old tape into a plain old VCR and hit record, capturing whatever's on the monitor.

presto! now you have irrefutable original video footage of a past event that never happened.

now you can show that proof to someone else - the government, the media.... or perhaps more importantly another NINA subject, as an ingredient in your tampering with their memories.

so. I can't prove the ol' MindFucker4000 is also a time machine, not in this post, but I do still feel like there's time stuff involved as well. because I can't think of a way right now to claim that recording someone's manipulated memory of the past actually changes that past, meddles with timelines, etc.

can you? I don't have all the nuts and bolts ironed out, but I welcome your thoughts while mine gel!

[omgahgase]

modern au were obi-wan is the bob ross of the PBS channel and cody tunes in for every episode

i saw a video of bob ross doing his thing on tiktok and my mind immediately conjured up obi-wan as bob ross, thus leading to cody developing a lil super fucking big crush on the pretty painter with a nice voice. i don't really know where i was going with this, but i had fun while doing it, and isn't that the whole point? the fic's under the cut, i hope you enjoy!

it started off as him dabbling in the arts, wanting to learn how to paint landscapes bc, as a nature photographer, he can capture nature's beauty, but he just can't paint it from his mind's eye.

he heard from his brothers about a tv show starring a guy who paints beautifully in simple and easy instructions so cody—thinking it's not possible to fuck it up if even his most creatively challenged kin can do it—can do it as well.

only, cody did fuck up and it's bc the guy who greeted him with a friendly, "hello there," and said that they're going to paint today is super fucking pretty and has the gentlest, most relaxing voice cody has ever heard. he's wearing a simple button up and slacks, his beard is neatly trimmed, and his eyes—dear god his eyes. they're a stunning light blue but under different lighting they shift from green to grey to—is that a mole? cody squints, leans in real close to the tv screen, and he groans. this guy has a beauty mark to the right of his nose, a little ways below his eye and it's so fucking endearing. he even has an accent, one cody can't decipher when his gaze is trained on the painter's—obi-wan's, his mind helpfully remembers—long, elegant fingers. hold a brush, a knife, gesturing in quick, stuttery movements, anything his hands do, cody's eyes follow relentlessly. obi-wan is saying something about happy clouds and reassuring his audience that even if they mess up, it's okay bc it's their world that they're creating so mistakes are happy little accidents and, suddenly, cody doesn't care about his blank canvas. all he wants to do is watch this pretty man with the velvet soft voice speak to him and say that life has its ups and downs but it's still a beautiful thing that cody should be happy to take part in.

and cody is happy, very happy, actually, bc with his new found motivation to watch every single episode, he learns how to paint. he learns newfound patience for himself that he thought he mastered after raising so many of his brothers. hell, he even develops a celebrity crush on obi-wan bc no one has ever spoken to him like that and, despite it being through a screen, cody feels as if he's painting with obi-wan for real, as if he's right next to cody, guiding him through creating trees and oceans out of nothing.

though, after so many weeks of watching, cody's crush stays as stand-still as ever when the person you long to know on a personal level doesn't even know you exist.

cody guesses that's why he books a little trip to the mountains, to take a break from the screen and from painting to go back to his first passion of photography. cody hikes through the shrubbery and finds himself wandering on a cliff looking out across the deep, green valley of forestry and rivers, content to snap as many photos as his camera's memory allows. he breaths in the fresh, crisp air and feels at home amongst the chirping birds, the sounds of shifting earth and rushing water, and for the first time in months, cody allows himself to forget about the pretty painter who so carefully carved himself a place in cody's mind.

(and in cody's heart, but he's not ready to admit how far his crush has gone.)

it's sunset when cody starts descending down the mountain trail and sees an open area overlooking the west. his photo-hungry brain tells him to capture one more picture of the sun's rays, the oranges, reds, and yellows blending into deep, dark purples and blues. he quickly jumps off the trail and makes his way to the opening through the trees, but stops short when he notices a painter, engrossed in his art and the beauty of the sun setting behind a curtain of mountains, facing the spectacle at the perfect angle—the same angle cody was hoping to stand in.

it's fine, though, because after carefully stepping around the painter because cody knows on a deep, personal level how frustrating it is to be interrupted in the middle of your craft, he finds a spot that's just as good as the one he wanted. cody gets his camera out and takes the obligatory photos his brain is telling him to take. After a couple dozen, he feels satisfied with the landscape's outcome, but a louder, more intuitive-feeling voice is saying to snap a photo of the painter.

cody doesn't photograph people, he found that he'd rather take his skills to the outdoors where he feels more comfortable, but now he has a deep, almost painfully knowing need to take at least one picture of the man standing with his back to cody. so cody does. he moves quietly, swiftly hopping over fallen twigs as to not step on one and spook the painter (and ultimately rat himself out in the creepiest way possible). cody has a stunning view of the canvas and it's breathtakingly likelihood of the setting sun and blooming night sky, but the man's face is covered by the collar of his jacket and the beanie sitting low on his head. cody feels a pang of disappointment at not being able capture the man's side profile, but the sun is quickly fading and he's in a race against time to still have enough lightning to showcase the canvas, so he snaps a photo.

then that photo turns into two, then three, and by the fourth one, cody's camera is bursting with shutter sounds that echo across the clearing. but the painter still hasn't noticed him. cody, thanking whoever's looking down on him, is eternally grateful because with how he's crouched behind a tree and pointing his camera directly at him, the painter wouldn't hesitate to call authorities on him at first glance.

with his need quelled, cody decides on one more photo for the road when a merciless gust of wind rips past both of them. the painter's hat floats off his head and he immediately drops his brush to reach for it, collar lowered and face fully exposed in cody's direction and—

"no fucking way," cody whispers.

click!

the fly-away beanie hits cody right in the face and over his camera lens, but he got it. he took a photo of the painter who, in just the few seconds his face was unobstructed, struck a chord of familiarity deep in cody's chest because he looks exactly like the reason why cody decided to escape into the mountains.

frantically, cody ignores the "hey!" called out to him in favor of scrambling behind his hiding place and desperately scrolling through his photos for the last one taken. he mentally curses himself for not changing the default settings and starting from his most recent photo as he fingers through the hundreds of previous ones he took. cody is almost to the bottom with the tiniest sliver of hope a frenzied, erratic thing rattling around in his chest when he hears footsteps getting closer.

he's there, he's almost there, just a little further down and he'll see if it's really—his camera dies. right in his hands.

cody lets out a frustrated, low guttural groan at his luck because of course this happens. he wouldn't have expected anything less when it comes to him because only cody can develop a crush on a man who doesn't know he exists then creepily stalk someone who looks scarily similar to said obtainable man. who's cody kidding? he's hallucinating, for christ's sake. he would've followed an apparition off a cliff if it looked like obi-wan and cody isn't afraid to admit that now.

the footsteps grow in volume until a pair of heavy hiking boots stand right in front of cody, most likely attached to a pair of legs that'll lead up to a man who's seconds away from calling the police.

"excuse me?" he says.

"yeah, yeah," cody waves him off, dejected and uncaring of how rude he might sound. he stands on shaky legs and shoulders his camera, eyes unable to move from his feet. he unclenches the beanie in his hand and dusts off pieces of leaves imbedded in the knitting. "Sorry about that, i'll delete the photos if you want. i know i didn't get your permission and it's super fucking creepy of me to just take photos of you—"

"on the contrary," the man says, "if you were taking photos of me, i'd very much like to see them.

the man has such a familiar accent that it has cody's head shooting straight up because there's no fucking way.

"hello there," obi-wan greets, grinning that sweet, gentle smile he wears during every episode of his show.

"uh—um. h-hi." god, could cody sound anymore stupider?

obi-wan's smile broadens and isn't that something? being on the receiving end of something cody's ever seen through a screen? cody feels like he just ascended.

"would you mind sharing them?" obi-wan asks, pointing to cody's camera. "it's not every day i allow someone to take candids of me, especially by someone as handsome as yourself."

okay, cody must've hit his head on something because the guy he's been crushing for months did not just call him handsome. there's just no fucking way.

"uh—i, um," cody clears his throat and manages not to choke on the embarrassed little stutter of his voice, then says with barely any mind, "yes, i'd like that."

if the sun were to burn out in that instant, then cody believes that the unrestricted smile obi-wan gives him could take it's place. it's bright and so genuine for someone he doesn't know let alone just met, and cody thinks he's undeserving of such a thing.

"wonderful. if you'd let me just pack up my things, then we can walk back together."

"i can help!" cody so foolishly blurts. he flushes, cheeks warming under obi-wan's gaze and...and he really doesn't care anymore. Because obi-wan's laughing and the corners of his eyes are crinkling in that cute way he laughs at himself when he makes a mistake on his canvas, and cody thinks this is the most mortified he's ever felt. but dear god is it worth it. he'll embarrass himself to hell and back if it means obi-wan can giggle like that again.

obi-wan takes him up on his offer and that's how cody finds himself standing stiffly next to him, holding open a briefcase as obi-wan carefully places each tube of paint back into it's labeled home. he handles his equipment with grace, the same way cody handles his cameras, and it strikes it then: that he's actually here. obi-wan is in front of him, talking about his reasonings for trekking out this far from his studio and why he's so particular about the set up of his paint, a fact cody knows from his hours of sitting in front of a screen with or without paint and a canvas, and he's speaking to cody in that soft, gentle tone of his that cody—cody can't make a fool of himself anymore than before, so what's there to lose?

"i watch your show," cody says all in a single breath. obi-wan stops talking, a bit startled from cody's outburst, and raises a curious, bushy eyebrow.

"do you now?"

cody nods because it's the only thing his body knows how to do while under the undivided attention of a pretty man.

"yes, all the time. i-i've seen every episode. and i've even thought of sending in a letter and photo of my paintings but i just—i never did."

obi-wan hums, inquisitive, the sound warming something gentle behind cody's ribs. "why is that?"

cody shrugs. he's not about to admit that if he did then he'd be acknowledging how permeant obi-wan's become in his life, a deeply-rooted thing that cody thinks about every hour of every day and has never felt such strong feelings for despite never meeting in person.

that is, until now.

"didn't get around to it," he says instead. obi-wan takes that as an acceptable answer, though, because as soon as it fully sinks in, he's leveling cody with a hopeful stare so promising that the warmth in cody's chest implodes, nearly caving him from the inside out.

"well, i'd love to see those too, if you'd let me." obi-wan swipes the tip of his tongue across his lower lip in an unsure fidget—an action that cody's eyes greedily devour because how could he not?—then he's speaking with certainty that cody only wishes he could have. "i'm not sure why we're meeting like this, nor do i think it's just a coincidence that my hat decided to leave my head and assault you like that." they share a laugh, a private, little thing that cody's going to treasure forever. "but i feel like—like something is telling me to not let you go."

cody eagerly nods along because he knows. he's felt that exact same stomach-swooping tug the moment obi-wan appeared on his screen with a blank canvas and an open smile, happy to meet someone he can't even see.

"same here," cody agrees. "i feel it too, like there's something leading me to you. a—a sort of—"

"force," obi-wan breathes, eyes shining in the dimming light of the setting sun. "yes, exactly that. i'd like to further understand that feeling, why it's there and what not. and," obi-wan takes the case from cody and steps closer to him, until there's barely a foot's length of space between them. standing this close, with obi-wan looking directly into cody's eyes, cody can see that obi-wan's taller than him by a few inches at most. cody would've never learned that though a screen.

"i'd like to get to know you, too," obi-wan says, voice a velvet soft litany in cody's ears. "if you'd let me that is," he adds as an afterthought as if cody would say no.

as if cody would say anything other than yes.

"i'd like that." he smiles, the corners of his lips stretching side across his face, a mirror imitation of obi-wan's.

the sun has fully descended behind the west mountains by the time cody and obi-wan are finished, everything packed up in the bag that hangs from obi-wan's shoulders. the ground lights on the trail illuminate the path back to the main road and they follow it engaged in conversation about cody's work and obi-wan's humble beginnings, for the tv show and even before his decision to become an artist.

"i wanted to be a singer," he confesses, shyly looking down at his boots as if they're more interesting than the disbelieving look on cody's face.

"you can sing?" obi-wan nods, a cute, little shake of his head and cody's heart soars. "i can play the guitar. and i sing a little, too."

"really?" it's obi-wan's turn to look at him, eager and nothing short of extraordinary. "amazing. then you can serenade me as i paint elaborate landscapes dedicated to your likeliness."

that pulls a laugh from cody, the sound a joyous echo in the forests space. "don't get ahead of yourself, pretty boy. serenading is third date material," he says, then promptly shuts his mouth. maybe cody can get stupider because what the actual fuck? he chances a glance at obi-wan to make sure he hasn't disrupted the casual thing they have conspiring between them, but his expression in unreadable in the dark of the forest.

in that next second, they step back onto the main road and underneath a streetlamp shining down on a large map that reads 'YOU ARE HERE' with a bright, red arrow pointing at their location. in the light, cody can see obi-wans pondering stare, the furrow of his brows and hand under his chin. cody closes his eyes, sure he messed up a good thing before it even started.

"would dinner tomorrow night at my hotel count as our first, then?" obi-wan asks, timbre high and expectant.

cody releases the shaky breath that was caught in his lungs, relieved. then, because he's feeling bold and stupid and so revved up on everything obi-wan, he says, "no, that would count as our second. splitting a shake and some fries at that mcdonald's down the road can count as our first, though."

obi-wan starts to grin that happy pull of his lips cody's seen as many times as he can count on his tv and he wonders how many dates it'll take to kiss a different sort of happiness to obi-wan's mouth.

"sharing milkshakes already, are we? how brave. we've already evolved so far into our relationship and i don't even know your name."

cody mentally berates himself because, yeah. with all the excitement and emotions running him through the ground, he forgot the most important thing when trying to shoot your shot with the pretty painter: his goddamn name.

"i'm cody. cody fett," he introduces, hopefully sounding cooler than he really is when he's pushing 35 and desperately pining over someone he's met just shy of ten minutes ago. though, cody's known obi-wan for months now, so maybe he's not a total loser. cody shifts his camera strap more securely over his shoulder then extends his right hand. "it's a pleasure to meet you. and you are?"

obi-wan giggles and no matter how many times cody hears it from now and how ever long he's able to, he's sure he'll never get used the gentle chime of it, how it's directed to and for him alone.

"hello there, i'm obi-wan kenobi." obi-wan takes his hand in a firm grip and cody swears sparks fly from their joined palms. "and, i'd love to join you for a milkshake. chocolate flavored, please."

that catches cody off guard. "chocolate? i would've figured you'd be more of a vanilla type of guy."

obi-wan releases his hand but holds onto cody's fingers, letting them hook over each other in the shared space between them. "you have a lot to learn, my dear. i have many secrets that people don't know about me."

cody sucks in an optimistic breath, eager to learn every single one.

[crazycurly-77]

Bob (13/24)

This is written in the style of the series 24.

Events occur in real time.

Hour 13 of 24: 10:00 am - 11:00 am

10:22:53 a.m.

NCIS headquarters:

The case was really messed up. All leads were leading nowhere - if there were any leads at all.

And instead of finding answers, more and more questions were raised.

Gibbs could have burst with anger and impatience, but that didn't help them either.

Maybe you had overlooked something? It would be best if you summarized all the information you had...

"So..." he addressed you and DiNozzo. “We have: a stolen helicopter, a missing body and now three missing living people...if this continues, the whole base will soon be gone,” he grumbled sarcastically.

You couldn't help but laugh. You loved sarcasm. In this respect, you and Gibbs were very similar. But luckily, as a pilot, you had more patience than he did.

Gibbs thought for a moment and then asked: “Tony, have you looked at the surveillance videos of the entrance gates?”

“Yes, boss.” DiNozzo quickly jumped up and went to one of the large screens in the office.

“There are only two interesting shots...here you can see Holding passing through the west gate with someone and here...some time later...you can see a delivery truck leaving the base through the same gate,” Tony explained.

Gibbs and you looked at the footage critically. “Are there any identifying features?” you wanted to know.

“That's the catch. Unfortunately, not. Abby couldn't find out anything either," DiNozzo replied regretfully.

"Is there anything new about Smith, Fuller, Connelly or the helicopter?" asked the boss. Tony just shook his head.

Gibbs exhaled audibly. It was absolutely frustrating.

And to irritate him even more, his phone rang at that moment.

He answered it irritably: "Gibbs."

"Yes, take him to interrogation room 1, I'll be right there."

He hung up, picked up his coffee mug and ordered you and DiNozzo to follow him.

"Jack Smith has resurfaced and wants to turn himself in," he informed Tony and you on the way.

"At least one person has resurfaced," you commented, which Gibbs acknowledged with a short laugh. That was exactly his humor.

"You two will be watching him. I'll go in and see what he has to say to us," he said as you all arrived at the surveillance room.

As he had done countless times before, Gibbs entered the interrogation room, put the file on the table, pulled out a chair and sat down opposite the suspect.

He folded his hands, looked at him and asked: "Where were you and why did you disappear from the hospital?"

Embarrassed, Smith looked at his hands and then answered: "I was scared and needed to think in peace."

Gibbs continued to look at him and showed no emotion.

Jack looked at him, took a deep breath and then said: "I want to turn myself in and I want to be taken into protective custody."

"What have you done, Marine?" asked Gibbs with a searching look.

The corporal was visibly uncomfortable, but he tried to stand firm: "I am being blackmailed by Colonel Fuller."

"Why?"

“He recently found out that a fatal accident occurred during my training, and I was to blame for it...but I had kept quiet about my guilt. The Colonel threatened to report it. Then my career would be over.”

He paused briefly and then continued quietly: “But it is now anyway, isn’t it?”

Gibbs processed this information in silence and then asked: “What should you do for him?”

Smith shrugged and answered: “Tell the truth.”

Jethro’s eyebrows shot up: “And that would be?” he wanted to know.

“I made sure that the robbery could be carried out.”

“How?”

No answer.

Gibbs stood up, leaned over Jack and tried again:

“Where has Fuller gone?”

“He’s gone?” asked Jack, astonished.

“Yes,” confirmed Jethro and continued to ask “Where is he going and where is the helicopter?”

Jack shrugged his shoulders, visibly irritated: “I don’t know.”

That didn’t lead to anything. The investigator took the file and left the room without saying a word.

DiNozzo was already waiting in the hallway.

“Something’s wrong, that’s too easy,” said Gibbs, pondering.

“Boss…I don’t think he knows anything,” Tony guessed.

“Yes, I’m afraid so too. Let him go,” the senior investigator instructed and then stomped back to his desk.

10:52:03 a.m.

Somewhere on the open sea:

The dark figure reached the large, majestic yacht, moored the speedboat and climbed on board, where the first officer was already waiting to receive them.

“Good evening, boss. Welcome aboard,” he greeted.

“Arthur,” the person addressed greeted briefly and then asked: “Did everything go correctly?”

The officer nodded: “Yes. The helicopter is on board.”

The Boss looked at him critically: “You're hesitating. Are there any problems?”

“I overheard that one of the team wants to sell the helicopter and pocket the money.”

“Get rid of him discreetly,” the dark figure ordered coldly and went into the interior of the yacht.

10:58:13 a.m. …the clock was ticking…

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[tmwcs]

Hiiii weird question but would heethan let y/n eat/lick his ass can u make a drabble or something of her asking him😭

you don’t have to answer it’s fine hehe love your work

Lol. Well….I’ll add my notes on the bottom but here’s a small Drabble of how that would go.

“Just a Taste….”

warnings: smut, butt licking, oral (male and female receiving) fingering…..

The internet is such a strange intervention that has done a lot for humanity. It had made you wonder how people were able to survive without it, considering that you could take someone with absolutely no knowledge in a specific profession, yet teach them the basics by having them watch a simple YouTube video. If you wanted to learn how to cook, learn a language, teach yourself how to sew, train your dog, or repair your dishwasher, all could be obtained within an hour of searching and exploring the web. Things like, getting tough stains out of clothes, fixing your phone, or……how to turn on your boyfriend by licking his rear end. Now, had you been taken back from when you first started college, before meeting and dating Heeseung, it’s safe to say that your mind wasn’t open to doing such lewd activities…at least that’s how would have thought of it, lewd.

Being with Heeseung has not only expanded your mind, his love and crazed obsession with you, along with his insatiable desire for you had turned you into a sex bomb. You may not have been bold enough to initiate it, but once he got started, and ordered you to do something at his bidding, you did it without any second thought. His love took your pretty, girl next door image, and once behind closed doors, transformed you into a vixen. Never had you thought you would find yourself open to ideas that would otherwise normally disgust you, such as savoring his rear end.

Tonight was just like any other night, with you and Heeseung cuddling up on his bed, watching Netflix. He sat with you in between his legs, cradling you while wearing sweatpants, and a tee-shirt, while you remained half naked with your boy short panties and simple cropped white tee, with no bra underneath. By the way his Adams Apple was slight bobbing up and down from his gulps, you could tell he was urging to get to you, but was being a bit subtle and reserved after you told him how sore you were. Yet it wouldn’t be much longer before he reached the stage where not even that excuse, would stop him.

“Baby?”

“Hm?”

“can I ask you something?”

“sure pretty baby.” He responds as he strokes your hair. “What’s up?”

“what if I told you I wanted to try….new things….?”

chuckling with a raised brow, he looks down at you. “Oh yeah? What do you in mind?” His hands begin to roam and massage your abdominal region, slipping under your shirt, and migrating over to your breasts.

“….what if I wanted to lick……like…..” you suddenly were at a loss for words. How do you go about asking for this?

shifting his sights as he kept his brow raised, he tilted his head to gesture for you to elaborate and continue with your request. “…..like?….” He scoffs out.

“I saw a video of a girl licking her boyfriends rear…..and…we’ll…she also gave him what’s called…I think it was called a Rim job…” you swallowed, turning your head out of embarrassment the moment you saw him shut his eyes, not out of frustration but you couldn’t deny the hint of disbelief and annoyance in his countenance.

“no.” He merely states deeply.

Before you could respond, you felt his hands turning you around her and perking your rear cheeks upwards as he presses down on your lower back, forcing an arch to form.

“What are you doing??” You asked nervously, feeling him pulling down your panties as you stuttered out your words.

“you’ll see.” He deeply scoffs out.

you shifted, trying to turn back over when suddenly you felt the warmth and smoothness of his tongue gliding over in between your slit, his nose pressing deep into your taint. Sticking his two fingers inside, he softly kisses your clit before moving up……toward an area that has been untouched.

“Ah! Stop! Not there!”

“yes there.”

“no! Wait!”

ignoring your words, he keeps his fingers inserted between your plush folds as he smooths his tongue over your anus, biting your cheek and sticking his thumb inside.

“sssssssstop…….” The sensation of being plugged in both holes has you slurring your words. The sensation was unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. “Mmm….ssssstop…..ppppleeease….”

“you don’t really want me to stop, do you?” He teases. Too proud to admit it verbally, you shook your head in hopes that he caught a glimpse of it….which he did.

shifting his body underneath, he pulls his sweatpants down and flings his lengthy member towards your cheek, smacking it repeatedly as you open your mouth and took it in. All the while, he continues to fiddle with your clit with his tongue, while his thumb continues to thrust in and out of your other hole. With his constant biting and sucking on your plump cheeks, your hips bucked up from the shocking sensation, causing him to swoop his hand over and around your thigh to hold you down as he continued on with his performance.

you should have known that Heeseung was far too dominant and unwilling to have you do anything of the sort to him. Aside from oral sex, the man had never allowed himself to be in a vulnerable state, yet the moment you proposed the question, you realized that by doing so, it triggered for him to get the idea to perform it on you, essentially backfiring. Although, you’re not sure if you’re mad at it, because the way he did it to you was so sexually satisfying, you’ could t get it off your mind. Maybe you should ask him about it again. Just for a little taste, knowing that he’d turn it all around and get a mouthful.

authors notes:

so yeah lol. Heethan wouldn’t be down, he’s just not the type to be into that…at least not in the receiving end. But since you brought it up, he’ll gladly do it to you. How wonderful it was for you to introduce the idea so he can add that to the list of his favorite things to do to you. ;)

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[snowwybear]

Mother Goose | chapter one

Summary: all you can do love despite the world filled with hate. For 3 years you have been dating your loving boyfriend Joel Miller, while also being a motherly figure to his teenage daughter Sarah. The two of you get separated the day of the outbreak never to see each other again. 20 years later the two of reunite.

Warnings: pre-outbreak Joel Miller (in this part), spoilers for the hbo show and video game, fluff, use of y/n, mentions of hospitals and stitches

~2012~

The Texas sun shone brightly into your car, the warmth kissing your fingers which were gripped onto the steering wheel. The aircon was on full blast to counteract the heat of the sun, the aircon blaring over the radio. Driving down the street you finally spotted a girl with a blond bob standing on the sidewalk - Sarah - you pulled up next to her, putting the car in park. The car door opened, and Sarah jumped in the passenger seat. Once you heard the click of a seatbelt and the thud of the car door, you placed the car back into drive and drove off.

"How did you go?" You asked the girl.

"Good". She said turning the watch towards you. 'All nice and fixed up".

You quickly peered at the watch. Sarah had suggested getting her Dad's watch fixed, as his birthday present this year. You thought that was great idea and gave her the money to go get it fixed.

"It looks great Sarah, just like it's brand new".

"What if", She paused for a moment. "What if he doesn't like it?"

You felt a little upset at her worry. You had met Sarah's dad - Joel - in the hospital. His younger brother Tommy had got into a drunken fight at a bar and needed to go the hospital for stiches. Fortunately for you, you were his nurse. While Tommy casually flirted with you, Joel was either silent or apologising for his brother's behaviour. You could tell in that moment how angry Joel was at this brother, he sat arms folded and had a cold stare for the whole night. So, you were surprised to find the next day Joel with a bouquet of flowers and a thank you for helping his brother. You ran into each other again, a week later, at a bar. The two of you talked the whole night, you found out he worked in construction and had a daughter named Sarah. The night was cut short once by Tommy, who once again got into another bar fight. Luckily it was as bad as the first and you were able to help him. Joel thanked you for taking care of his brother for a second time, and as a thank you took you to dinner. Ever since then the two of have been madly in love.

"Oh, Sarah honey, of course he'll will. It came from you, and he'll love it". You tried reassuring her. Sarah kept looking down at the watch. You swiftly changed the subject and asked her about her day for the rest of the ride home.

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"Can you help bring in the groceries for me please?".

"Sure". Sarah responded. The two of dragged bags of groceries into the kitchen, setting them on the kitchen counter.

"What's all this for?"

"I thought I would make your dad dinner, since I won't be here for you dad's birthday tomorrow". You explained while unloading the groceries.

“You’re not gonna be here tomorrow?” Sarah had a sad look on her face.

You stopped unloading and gave her a sympathetic look back. Sarah had Joel’s birthday tomorrow, breakfast pancakes in the morning followed the three of you by eating birthday cake and watching Joel’s favourite movie in the evening.

“I know, I’m sorry. They only told me a few days ago that they wanted me to go to the city and help train the new residents there”. You said sympathetically. You loved your job, but at the same time you hated the long demanding hours that came with it. This was the first time in a few days you got spend time with Joel and Sarah and by tomorrow morning you would leave again.

"I'm sorry honey".

"It's okay, can I help?" You smiled at Sarah.

"Of course, always happy to have an extra hand in the kitchen". You started moving and shifting stuff around, making extra room for Sarah.

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A few hours later you heard the Joel's truck pull into the garage, then the sound of the front door closing.

"Hey dad". Sarah greeted her father

"Hey babygirl". Joel made his way over to Sarah, pulled her into a side hug and gave her a kiss on the head.

Joel made his way over to you, Sarah moving out the way before making her way upstairs.

"Hey cowboy". You said before placing you hand on Joel's cheek and leaning in for a long kiss. Joel hummed into the kiss.

"Long day?"

"Very long day". Joel added. "What's all this for?" He gestured to the mess in the kitchen.

"Well since I won't be here for the big day tomorrow, I thought I would have a makeup dinner".

A makeup dinner?" Joel wrapped his arms around your waist, placing his head onto your shoulder. "You didn't need to do that for me".

You leaned into his arms. His arms pulled you closer into his body and his lips placed gentle kisses on your neck. You were enjoying a moment of piece, before hearing Sarah thumbing down the stairs. Joel unlatched from you as Sarah entered the room. homework in hands.

"Need help?" Joel asked, nodding towards her homework and leaning on the kitchen counter.

"Yeah, it's math". Sarah said, sitting up at the counter.

"She's all yours, I ain't any good at math". Joel looked towards you.

You gave Joel a confused looked and placed a hand on your hip. "You do construction, you can do math".

Joel placed his hands in the air and made his way over to have a look. He took one glance at the piece of homework and saw the letters and numbers mixed together.

"Yeah, no," Joel said, scratching the back of his head. "This ain't the kind of math we use on the job, darlin'."

You chuckled as Sarah looked up at him with a raised brow. "It's algebra, Dad. It's not that hard."

Joel pulled up a stool next to her and gave her a playful nudge. "Maybe not for you, smarty pants, but your old man likes to stick to hammers and nails."

You shook your head, smiling at their banter. It was moments like these that made you feel at home with them—a sense of warmth and love that was impossible to miss.

"Well, while you two figure that out," you said, picking up a spoon to stir the pot on the stove, "dinner’s almost ready."

As the evening went on, laughter filled the room. Sarah and Joel worked through her homework together, and every once in a while, you'd hear Joel mutter something about how things "didn't make sense back in his day," which only made Sarah laugh harder.

Dinner was a quiet affair but full of contentment. The three of you sat at the table, passing dishes and sharing stories. You found yourself glancing at Joel, catching him staring back at you with that soft, appreciative smile he always wore when he was truly at peace.

When the meal was done, Sarah excused herself to go finish up her work, leaving you and Joel in the quiet kitchen. He stretched out, yawning as he stood up from the table.

"Thank you for tonight," he said softly, leaning down to press a kiss on the top of your head. "I know you've got to leave tomorrow, but this... this means a lot."

You reached up, taking his hand in yours. "You deserve it, Joel. Besides, I’ll be back before you know it."

His eyes softened as he pulled you into a hug. "You better. I don’t think I can survive another one of Tommy’s bar fights without you."

You laughed, leaning into his chest. "I’ll make sure to be back just in time for that."

Joel squeezed you tighter, and for a moment, the world outside the small kitchen disappeared. Tomorrow would come soon enough, but tonight—tonight was yours. The quiet moments, the laughter, the warmth of family—it all made the looming absence feel a little less heavy.

And in Joel's arms, you knew you'd always find your way back home.

[delopsia]

del 💐 do the trio have any animals? like, cows, chickens, sheep, goats? or do they maybe just have horses, dogs, and cats? but! do robby and reader ever catch rhett napping with any of the animals that they have inside or outside?

*whispers* i don’t have a tiktok but i have seen an amount of farm videos uploaded elsewhere of people napping with cows, or the one of the tiny baby lamb getting scritches and knocking its hoof against the person when they stop? but also big rhett curled up with big dogs—i actually don’t know how big shepherding dogs are (if they have cows), or if you can nap with a horse? but cat naps in the sun with a cat? omg 🌷 but you tell me, darling! what’s going on in that household?!

I almost hit "Answer Privately" when I was drafting this and nearly had a heart attack.

omg wait why have I never really considered this 😭 I have so many thoughts. (Sidebar, I'm writing this assuming nobody has any allergies. If you're allergic to a particular animal, just...skip over that portion and pretend it never happened <3)

There's never really...been a plan for pets; they've sort of just happened? Aside from the chickens that Bob gets after he leaves the Navy (three Buff Orpingtons and two silkies. I elaborate more on this in Rhett's A Borderline Disney Princess), nobody has actually sat down and said, "Hey, I want to get this particular animal for this reason." Instead, the animals sort of...find them instead.

The first Winter in the new house, two days before Christmas, Rhett inexplicably didn't come home when he was supposed to. The Reader and Bob had called and texted him, but the most they'd gotten was a rushed promise of "I'll be home soon." He's usually home come dinner time, but by the time Bob and Reader had ate, showered and watched a pre-bedtime movie, their cowboy was nowhere to be seen.

So when a shivering Rhett and his buddy Archie came bursting through the door, snow clinging to their hair and the bottom of Archie's beard, the Readrer and Bob didn't know what to think. And Rhett was so focused on what resided in the box to see the way Bob's face lit up when a choir of tiny, tiny meows echoed through the kitchen.

Kittens. Dumped out on the ranch, Rhett and Archie have been working. Feral, spicy little things. Big enough to climb a tree and evade two cowboys but not old enough to survive without their momma. There are five of them: two white, a one-eyed calico, one solid black, and an orange. And every single one of them is rightfully pissed off, puffed up, and spitting at anyone who dares reach for them. Rhett's hands are torn to hell. Archie nearly lost an eye.

The Reader knows right away that they're going to wind up with at least one. Because Bob keeps peeking into the box and giggling when a flurry of hissing erupts, muttering under his breath about how he just wants to play with them. It does take him some time to coax them out, but by morning, he's befriended one of the white kittens. She may be small, but she's on his heels like a trained killer. Climbing up his sweats, squealing at the top of her lungs, and biting at his fingers.

She's a keeper.

The second kitten is chosen when Rhett takes a nap on the couch and wakes to find that the calico has cuddled up on his chest. Only to puff up and scratch his jaw when he tries to touch her, but she refuses to get off of him.

The white kitten is named after the mother cat from Aristocats, Duchess. And the one-eyed calico...her name is Egg. Because Bob was cooking once, and she knocked an entire carton of eggs off the counter. What better way to memorialize Bob's ruined breakfast plan then by naming the cat after it?

Archie finds this missing mom about two weeks later, just as feral and vicious as her babies. But what do you know, his wife came to the ranch one afternoon and had that damn cat purring in her lap before the sun had set. The cat is now affectionately named Rose, and she's treated better than most people.

Meanwhile, the remaining three find homes on their own. Archie takes the black one, and Rueben and Mickey drive four hours just for the remaining white, but the orange takes a while. He's an adventurous handful who gets his head stuck in a discarded peanut butter jar and somehow got shut in the fridge for about fifteen minutes (he was found snuggling with the jam and the butter).

Until Jake, in the middle of some cross-country road trip, spent the night and impulsively adopted the little ball of mischief. A match made in hell. Where he goes, that cat goes. Walks at the beach, hiking, swimming, road trips, and vacations. The cat even comes to the bar with him.

And then, of course, is the time that Rhett buys a handful of button quail from some guy at the gas station. Despite his avid despise of chickens, Rhett's built a nice little pen for the quail, borderline luxury. It's learned very quickly that Egg will steal the eggs...don't ask how Rhett managed to pry the delicate thing out of her greedy little jaws.

It was traumatic for both of them.

Once, the three were snuggled up on the couch, recovering from a flu that even had the cats sneezing when an advertisement for a local animal shelter flashed across the television. Rhett had pointed to one of the dogs in the background, curled up in the back of its kennel, unnoticed by the person filming. Bob had jokingly said they should go visit the poor thing, not really intending to follow through, but the Reader just couldn't get it out of their head.

So, spontaneously, on a day off, they visited the shelter and spent a half hour searching for the little thing. Until they found him, a German Shepherd-Australian Cattle Dog mix named River by a previous owner. He'd been returned four times for herding children, escaping, and being an overall hellion. One of many, many backyard-bred dogs with too much energy to be a stay-at-home family dog.

The Reader isn't so sure about adopting them, this dog needs a job that they can't exactly provide but they keep coming by every Thursday to take River on a walk, and Rhett's starting to take notice, eventually tagging along to meet River for himself.

You can imagine Bob's surprise when he came home to a new dog in the house. Just a two-week trial to see if they're the right fit because Rhett's gotten it in his head that this dog has what it takes to work on a ranch. He's trained ranch dogs back in Wabang; it's nothing particularly new to him.

It's the longest six months of everyone's lives, keeping River out of the cat litter, breaking him of stealing food, and teaching him his manners, but one way or another, River joins the family. He's got an outdoor kennel and a doggie door to choose when he goes in and out (which is now fully cat-proofed because Egg got out and went on an adventure once).

He floats about the house on days off, hops in the truck with Rhett when he heads off to work, and he's taken to herding cattle a lot quicker than anyone could have expected. River does prefer to lounge in his outdoor area over indoor, but he'll come up to steal some snuggles on the couch every once in a while. Rhett's his primary victim; there have been many times when someone's walked in the living room to find Rhett and River knocked out, snoring.

Likewise, Rhett's been photographed many a time sleeping with his horse while on the clock. Sometimes, there's an hour or two where they're waiting for something to get finished, and there's nothing else to do. So he finds himself a nice spot in the grass, lays down, and slowly but surely, his mare Isabela comes wandering over. Most of the time, she'll just sit and "stand guard" while he naps, but every once in a while, she'll lie down nearby.

The Reader and Bob are cat magnets. They can lay down just about anywhere and wake to a collection of felines around and on them. Bob once fell asleep on the porch swing and woke up to the neighbor's tabby sitting on his legs. And Egg will actively curl herself around someone's head if she can get away with it without waking someone up.

Bob also just...comes home with a duck one day. Found it injured on the side of the road, so of course, he had to pick it up, take it to the vet, and bring it home. And well, the duck has to have friends, and ideally, they need to be in groups of five to six.

So now they have seven ducks that just do their own thing. They go up in their pen every night, are let out when Bob gets up, and wander about the fenced-in portion of the property, quacking about how they plan to kick Rhett's ass the next time they see him.

That's how Rhett views it, anyway.

Normal animals and chickens aside, they don't really own any farm animals. Mostly because nobody has the energy to look after them, and they already get their fix through Rhett's job. Want to meet this year's crop of lambs? Goats? The new donkey? What about Archie's new mule? Calves? They're all a hop and a skip away at Rhett's place of work, free to visit whenever.

Rhett's also a primary catalyst in the "no farm animals" category, primarily because he knows how much of a responsibility those animals can be. It's no fun being stuck at home taking care of animals and not being able to go on vacations because you have nobody to look after them while you're gone.

Though there is the odd occasion where a heifer rejects her calf or passes unexpectedly, and Rhett winds up bringing the baby home to keep an eye on for the night... who would have thought that you could fit a calf in the passenger seat of a truck?

💃💐 🦆

[jaune-submissive-and-breedable]

Beacon has fallen, next on the chopping block is Haven. But it takes a lot of time to travel between Vale and Mistral and you have to keep yourself busy in the meanwhile.

Luckily, Emerald had herself a boy toy so obediently conditioned to obey and love his Goddess. Jaune even happily sucked on her emerald strap on as Emerald continued to taunt his former friend Ruby Rose with videos of the blonde obeying his Goddess and even taunting Ruby on command.

"Hey, Ruby~. It's your old pal, Emerald~" she held her scroll high in the air, pointing it down on herself.

"Just wanted to check in and see how you were doing after the fall. I know you lost of couple of friends~"

She felt a bit guilty at the last part, but that guilt quickly faded when she panned down. Showing off her dark green lingerie. Her smile ever prsent.

"Like my lingerie? I thought it was realy cute~" Emerald's smile grew wider as she panned down further. Revealing a messy blonde hair bobbing its head up and down on something between her legs, "I know Jaune does~"

On que she moved his hair aside revealing his face. His eyes lost some of their shine, a few bruises were seen on his face, and each time he pulled away, a pale object can be seen going into his mouth.

"He's a bit busy right now, but I'm sure he can say Hi to you, if only for a moment~"

She pushed him off the object, a fair realistic looking dildo in a strapon harness. He panted heavily once he was off. Jaune looked up into the camera, an emerald green collar now seen around his neck.

"Hey Jaune, wanna say hi to Ruby" She questioned. his face distorted into a look of pure disgust.

"Absolutely not!" he exclaimed

"Why not?" Emerald exclaimed with fake shock, her free hand covering her mouth.

Jaune scoffed before explaining, "I always thought she was so annoying! From the way she talked about weapons like some kind o geek, her squeaky high itched voice, and how her infectious happy attitude. And you wanna know the worst part."

He paused and looked away from the camera, "How everyone called her a protégée. Sure her skills were impressive...but you know the real reason why you got in beacon early.....It was because of your eyes, Ozpin didn't care about any of us. We were all soldiers in his fuck game of chess. I pitty you Ruby, you're still acting like this is some fairy tale where the hero wins, but in truth heros always die........"

Emerald rolled her eyes and shoved him back onto her strapon, "Yeesh, that was dramatic" She said, looking back into the camera, "So anyways, I gonna end the video now, Jaune's earned a little reward, if you catch my drift, Love you"

she ended the video, laughing loudly as she sent the video.

"Oh fuuck that was so good, Jaune!" she complimented looked down at the blonde. Tears pooled in his eye, "Ohh~, don't cry. You just earned a reward for a job well done. You like that don't you?"

On command he nodded. Emerald smiled at this, her training coming finally paying off.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------Elsewhere at a lone campsite, Ruby Rose watched the video sent to her. Tears pour from her eyes as she watched her friend, and secret crush insult her again. She's received plenty of videos like this before, each one breaking her down more and more. Yet the small possibility of seeing Jaune once more kept her going.

"I'll save you, Jaune" she whispered, her finger pushing deep into her wet snatch, "I'll save you.."

[fishys-still-writing-smut]

How about... Chiaki transported into the world of one of her favorite games as the heroine... only for her to instantly lose the tutorial fight against common bandits/thugs and being broken into their cumdump~?

Warning: lewd content below

(this was much more fun to write than I thought lol)

“Wow, I can't believe it. It's like a dream come true…I think.” Chiaki looked over the vast plains of the starting town. Being transported to her favorite RPG was like a dream come true!...In fact it may have been a dream. Not that she was complaining. She was too busy enjoying the feeling of freedom she had in her new life. Instead of staying up all night playing with herself (in single player games, of course) she could not venture out and get some action for herself!

“Excuse me miss.” Suddenly, a group of what appeared to be bandits appeared in front of her. She could see their low HP bars on top of their heads, as well as their single digit levels. “But we'll be taking that loot, and that ass!”

Chiaki smirked confidently as she grasped her sword. She paid no mind to the bandits' bold claim. After all, they were just tutorial bots. What they said didn't really matter, right?

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“F-fuck!” Chiaki moaned as the leader of the bandits continued to plow her ass. She was the ultimate gamer, and look at her now, bent over in the middle of the first dungeon getting gangbanged by starting enemies. It wasn't fair at all!

Especially with how good their dicks felt.

“Open wide!” The youngest bandit called out, and before Chiaki could react, he shoved his giant cock in her mouth. Her eyes widened in shock, before returning back to their previous droopy state. She bobbed her head slowly on the bandit's hard cock without even being asked. She shoved her phat pale ass backwards into the bigger bandit currently fucking her doggy style. Her pupils turns into hearts as her as received a firm smack while being fucked from behind, causing her plump cheeks to wiggle as her tight ass gets stretched out. The bandits high fived, smirking at the hot bitch they were spitroasting.

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“Chiaki? Are you feeling alright?” Hajime asked his sleepy friend. It was normal for her to be tired and space out, but this was a little much even for her.

“Y-yeah. Just had an…intense dream last night.” Chiaki responded without looking up from her laptop. Hajime thought about prying further, but ultimately decided against it. After all, with the intensity Chiaki was staring at the screen, he assumed she was in the middle of another hardcore gaming session. Hajime chucked to himself. Even on their study trip in the school library she'd still be playing games on her laptop. Was there anything even close to her love of games?

“Glory holes near me”

“Horny singles in my area”

“How to convince your best friend to let him and his friends run a train on you?”

Her search history begged to differ.

Chiaki stared at her screen in a near hypnotized state. She eagerly read the “How To” guide while also watching a lewd video of a girl in cosplay being manhandled by a group of men. She bit her lip to prevent a moan from escaping her. Ever since her dream last night, she's developed an absolutely depraved fetish. And she loved it. Not even bothering to hide how much being fucked by those bandits in her dream turned her on. Her panties dampening remember last night's events.

Perhaps she should take a quick nap? After all, going back to that dream could cure her of her recently developed depravity. And being the bandits slutty fucktoy could cure her of her need for some long hard dick~.

[i-spaced-sorry]

May challenge day 5! This idea came about from me asking my irl friend what I should write about and them saying “write about your favorite place!” I decided to make it Halstead Sister and decided to include the Science Museum (since I just visited and it would be a small child’s favorite place....at least it was when I was that age) Enjoy :)

Title: It Happens to Everyone

You were so excited! Not only were you spending the day at the  best place on Earth aka the Museum of Science and Industry (according to your 3 year old self) but you got to spend 4 uninterrupted hours with your brother Jay! 

“Jay Jay! Aren’t you so excited!” you squealed from your booster seat while you pulled into the parking lot of the Museum.

“I am! What are you looking forward to seeing?” your brother asked as he parked the car. He honestly couldn’t believe Voight, let alone Platt, allowed him to take a random Thursday off to take you to one of the Free days the museum was putting on. 

“I think…I think….I think everything” you spilled out super fast! 

Once entering the Museum, you took off immediately, then remembered you should wait for Jay, so you stopped in your tracks and turned around to see your brother trailing behind. 

“Y/N, I know you're excited but this is a crowded public place. You need to stay near me, so you don’t get lost” Jay said as he steered you to the first exhibit - Locomotives. 

“I know, I forgot” you said glumly. 

Chuckling to himself, Jay replied, “that’s okay, just be careful!” 

You then spent the next 20 minutes running around the exhibit stopping to look at all the model trains running around the miniature town. Jay read some of the plaques to you, but you really weren’t paying attention. 

“Woah” you exclaimed mesmerizingly while staring at the video feed on the wall. Jay laughed when he turned his head and saw you standing there with your mouth wide open watching the trains go around in circles, but from the perspective of what a train operator would be seeing. 

“Come on short stack, we have got more exhibits to see” your brother encouraged 5 minutes later, when you still had your eyes glued to the screen. 

The next exhibit you visited was the Science Storms. Jay took note immediately that there were several class field trips going on and he tried his hardest to keep track of you. 

“Woah!” you exclaimed while watching a rope spin in circles while dangling from the ceiling. 

Crouching down to your height, Jay asked, “isn’t that cool?” 

All you could do was bob your head up and down.

That was when things took a turn. Jay’s phone rang - which wasn’t unusual since as a detective he always had to be on call, but he assumed nobody would call him on his day off. Standing up, he looked at the number and decided that he didn’t need to answer it pressingly. 

“Shall we move on to the next exhibit?” Jay asked while pressing decline. When he heard no answer, he looked down at where you were previously standing. But you were gone. 

“Y/N?” he called. “Y/N” he repeated! Looking around the room, he couldn’t catch a glimpse of you. “Y/N!” he screamed while running around. 

“This isn’t funny, if you're hiding, you better come out!”  he exclaimed while searching for you.

Realizing you were gone, Jay pulled his phone out and dialed a number he knew would pick up instantly. 

“Platt. It’s Jay…Yea, uh listen, I can’t find Y/N” and that was all it took for the dam to break, he fell to the floor, body racked with heavy shaky breathing. 

That was how Hailey and Platt found him 20 minutes later. The rest of the team were out chasing a lead on the current case, but since Hailey had her gun recertification scheduled that morning, she was at her desk doing desk duty. Platt came because she had a soft spot for the baby Halstead and wouldn’t admit it but also had a soft spot for Chuckles. 

“Hey, you're okay! We have beat cops scouring the museum grounds and the surrounding area looking for her. She couldn’t have gone far” Hailey soothed while sitting next to her partner. 

“I’m a bad guardian. She should have been put in the system.” was all Jay could respond. He had been thinking about it for a while. With his long unpredictable hours and dangerous job, he felt like he wasn’t being a good brother or guardian to his sister and today just confirmed it. 

“Hey, don’t think like that! What happened can happen to anybody.” sternly stated Platt from where she was standing. 

“What even happened?” asked Hailey cautiously. 

Taking in a breath, Jay told her he looked away for less than a second. 

“That happens to so many parents. Jay, think about the amount of cases you have worked where a victim’s family says those exact same words. You can’t blame yourself and you're not a bad guardian!” stated Platt while she crouched down and placed a hand on her subordinate’s knee. 

Just then, Platt’s phone buzzed. She took her hand off Jay’s knee after squeezing it tight and checked her phone. She smiled and stated, “Jay”

Looking at her in confusion on just saying his name, Jay was about to respond when he heard 

“Jay Jay!” and his sister round the corner with a beat cop on her tail

“Y/N!” Jay exclaimed while clambering to his feet! You rushed into your brother’s awaiting arms and he hugged you so tight! “Where were you? I was so worried!”Jay asked frantically. “Are you hurt?” he asked while beginning to check you over. 

You shook your head and just hung onto him! Lifting you onto his hip, he turned to the beat cop and asked, “Where did you find her?”

“Turns out, one of the chaperones for one of the several field trips, thought she belonged to the group, so she told Y/N to follow the group to the bus.” replied the cop - named Officer Murfy. 

“Luckily, when you called it in, all buses were grounded for the time being and we easily located her,” he added. 

“Thank you!” was all Jay could reply

Hailey, Platt, Jay, and You finished looking at some of the exhibits but to be honest Jay wasn’t in a good frame of mind anymore - he was still paranoid about losing you and thinking he was a bad guardian. And from all the excitement the morning had brought on you were struggling to stay awake. So after a quick look at the You and Health exhibit and the Flying exhibit, you all said your goodbyes and headed back home and back to the district. 

That evening, after bath time and story time, Jay talked to you, “I was so scared this morning! I’m so glad you're okay! I’m sorry if I sometimes aren’t as present as you would like, but I’m trying my best! I love you so much and don’t want anything bad to happen to you!” 

You just stared at your brother, then you threw your arms around him and exclaimed, “I love you Jay Jay! You're the best brother ever!” 

And that was all the confirmation Jay needed to hear.