#and idc if it's only used in canon once or twice or whatever in my heart it's true

[magicofrobin]

genuinely don't care if other people hate it or think it's just a fanon thing or whatever but you will have to take little wing as dick's nickname for jason from my cold dead hands i love it so much it's so fucking cute.

[ssunandmunn]

hazbin hotel leaks + spoilers

save yourself and report the videos/ images circulating on x n tiktok cuz let's be real, that’s how it got viral

(eng is not my first language, excuse the use of incorrect gramatical sentences)

i usually keep my mouth quite when talking about fandom stuff cuz i seriously don’t care after watching the canon once, i mostly move to fanarts and fanfics and ignore everything else; i only do fanart and never say a thing, also cuz 50% of fandoms discussions are about ships or controversial shut in the bts which idc as long as i can enjoy a good story, the good visual work of animators/ fanartists, bla bla bla

with that said, i have a lot of thoughts with the hazbin hotel leaks + spoilers

read with caution

first things first, i made a 40 minute audio yapping about this with my friends (who haven't watched hazbin yet, and one of them has but like, they’re not super interested and we don’t talk about it) and i feel like sharing it (not the audio, just what i said)

i found the leaks while scrolling through tiktok, i thought it was fanmade just like many people, but rather well made, i scrolled past it quickly because fanmades audios kinda give me cringe but since the art was well made i was gonna watch it later, then i scrolled a bit more and found out it was an actual leak

after reading a ton of comments about how they hate rosie now, and about it being senseless, i found myself remembering how much people was hating on lilith and eve with the theory that they owned alastor's soul

and tbh i think that’s just misogynistic; we barely know lilith far more than she's probably in heaven; and for eve? i have pity for her, because, not to be that person but everyone points their finger at her just because she ate a goddanm apple, which luci and lili convinced her to eat, and we don’t even know the full story about that either, hell, we don't even know how she looks like, i love the theories that she has brown hair and is brown skinned or even that she's just a copy of lilith, yet we don’t know if that's canon, and it doesn’t matter

but i don’t like the way they just happen to have "owning" alastor in common, and just having theories antagonizing them for that little idea, which is fair, i'm not saying evil women are bad or whatever, i actually think that’s kinda hot, but now with the leaks it just showed a different flavor of people for me

i read a lot of comments or people complaning cuz now they "hate her", "their friendship is ruined" or "it doesn’t make sense"

the latter type of comments, i understand them, i won't deny im a radiorose shipper, both platonically and romantically, and in every prudly (does that word exist? i mean like a prude ok) and kinky way as well, yet, y'all are forgetting one thing: they are all in hell, every single of the main cast is in hell, yes, some seem kinda more innocent than others; vaggie - iykyk, niffty and even husk or cherry (and i think pen too, i didn’t watched his leaks -or any other leaks tbh- only the radiorose ones cuz my fyp knows me, but you get it) but that doesn’t mean they're not guilty for what ever they did to be in hell

that's why i believe that we shouldn't expect them to behave like normal people - they're no longer people, they're sinners, they did something bad and have lost all sense of moral, that's why i kinda understand that both alastor and rosie might have been faking it, yet, if you think about twice, she’s probably not that bad, manipulative and cruel and narcissitic like every overlord? yes, but since alastor took charlie right away to rosie when she had girlfriend problems means they still have some sort of trusting in eachother; also why would rosie offer him having deals with others like nothing if she only wants like torture him or idk - she wants something but she doesn’t seem as bad as the way alastor behaves towards husk, which to me he seems kinda physically abusive, meanwhile i can rosie being mentally/ psychologically abusive (i feel i worded that wrong, but u get it)

which, to be powerful overlords, seems ok for me - "but friendship doesn’t work now since there’s power imbalance" my dear child, there’s always gonna be power imbalance in between in every relationship in your life, it can economically, mentally, culturally, bla bla bla, half of my friends are in a better situation than me, and the others just not, and that affects the way we socialize with one another

anyway, now, with the massive dislike towards rosie i just have to say that i feel that people are just plain mysoginist, maybe im approaching this wrongly, but seriously, u go from hating lilith/ eve (i thought about roo too, but she has no background to defend her) to rosie; just because of a man? not cool - also, people seemed to like her just because alastor liked her, now he doesn’t "like" her u don’t like her? 💀

i understand the hate towards valentino, for being who he is and all that, but being abusive apparently is allowed for alastor and not for others around him? i won't hide that alastor is my most disliked character in this cartoon, i don’t hate him, but he is unsavory for me and is overrated, his backstory is super boring, having rosie allegedly owning his soul since he was alive sounded super fun and far more interesting rather than just being powerful because radio was popular back in his day, but with all the leaks and people praying for it fake and discarted makes me feel bad for the writers, and the animators and everyone in the staff

they are already over exploited for people to not like the product, and basically begging for it to be changed when that’s a lot of money, i know that probably nothing will change and people are just being dramatic, me doing this post in kinda dramatic too, but seriously, it almost looks like this is alastor's show and not charlie's or the full hotel crew

also they made a big deal for alastor not being handsome enough in their human form, idk i just feel like ??? alastor is not the center of the universe, of this universe we know has hazbin!!!

to be a misandric man, he got lot of mysoginistic fans

just to conclude, i find the leaks and leakers super annoying, hope they do burn in hell - and if you find leaks, report the posts and videos as much as you can and scroll away

and to be honest, the fact that rosie owns alastor doesn’t bother me that much, as i said before, i think it's fun and interesting, and as a high shipper of them (an a rosie lover/ fan) it just gives me ideas to daydream about them 24/7 even more

i hope it's not fake and they keep it, and that there’s a great story behind their relationship, i have to say that before this i had not much hope for the hhs2, i kinda just wanted more radiorose interaction and i was kinda craving niffty + rosie interaction too, i hope with all this dynamic, niffty doesn’t hate rosie or viceversa or both ways, i find them both unhinged and lovely and could make a kinda similar dynamic like the one niff has with alastor

i think i said everything i wanted to say (and even more, cuz after i did that long audio for my friends, more leaked stuff started to stalk me) and that audio of mine also included some opinions about helluva boss, but that’s for another day

if you read this i'm glad you did and, well, i put this here because i have no one to talk about it without feeling i'm annoying

✨️

[palbabor-writes]

testing, testing

@kugutsuu & @libiraki asked me about favorite positions/headcanons for Shigaraki, Dabi & Hawks & well, here we are 

warnings: ahahaha, this is dirty from the get, NSFW/18+ only, mild blood, impact play, emotional destress, sensory play

Tomura Shigaraki

i know i’ve done some, and by some i mean a plethora for him, what with those NSFW alphabet games, but those were on canon Tomura & i wanted to show off my Professor Shigaraki AU instead. who’s that you ask? you can read about the start of my University AU here.  

He would prefer to raw you from behind. 

That’s right, he’s not putting anything on. Sure, it’s risky but that’s part of your charm, for now.

It’s also on you for any kind of whoops, Plan B preventatives.

If you dare to email him about compensation for you emergency contraceptives, or your worry about the other after effects of your coupling, eh, that feels like a personal problem & he’ll be very upfront about telling you that. Honestly. He will not answer calls, or texts and it’ll likely come back as an email.

RE: about last night.... 

Regarding your previous email; I fail to see how this is relevant to our class and would prefer for you to cease and desist with these unprofessional, personal, emails. If you are needing support, please seek out the universities health and wellness resources.  

Remember, we have a midterm in two weeks. Please utilize all study halls and tutoring opportunities. My office hours are listed within the syllabus. 

All the best,

Tomura Shigaraki, Ph.D. 

Distinguished Research Professor/Associate Director of the BioDiscovery Institute of Biochemistry & Molecular Biology

Literally this is the email you will find waiting for you in your inbox. idc how much you think he ‘likes’ you - he’s got bigger fish to fry & if you’re getting too needy and he needs to cut you loose, so be it ❤️     

Alright. Now that that’s out of the way, back to the kinks!

He does like to fuck you in front of something reflective: a mirror, a window, polished metal, etc. - it lets him still see your face, but holds that barrier of aloofness and detached passion up. Keeping you at a safe arms length. It’s not like he doesn’t want to kiss you and he likes nipping and leaving marks on your skin, but it shatters his mask & he can’t have that - nope. not at all. 

Toward the end of each session he’ll make you get fully in your stomach and tell you to cross your legs. It makes you tighter and pushes the soft flesh of your ass deliciously against his sharp hipbones, giving him something to grind and rut against as he splays you out beneath him. 

It’s his go to when he’s tired & he wants to cum, there’s an early meeting tomorrow morning and he’s gotta rest. So stop being so fucking slippery and hold onto his cock, damn it.

Dabi

Dabi will likely prefer to have you on top. 

Ease of use only. It’s not like he likes the view. Of seeing your face roll through all of those sultry expressions, licking at his miss matched lips, a sharp canine catching against the burnt and heat blistered skin, holding back those groans and rumbling moans that keep threatening to escape his heaving throat as he watches you. 

No. It’s not that. It’s just easier. 

At least, that’s what he tells himself.  

Anyway. When you’re riding him it means that you’re doing most of the work. And if you’re doing most of the work then he doesn’t need to worry about you snatching at his shoulders, or cupping your arms around his neck, fingers dipping into his spiky hair. Your lips lowering, temptingly toward his own– 

nope.

There’s less risk this way. 

Besides, what happens if you jerk out a staple? Oh, fuck. Can you imagine? If your nails catch under one and just pull.  What would it feel like? Would it bring up a heady mixture of pleasure and pain that races through him? Making his cock throb and twitch, swelling with his want. Will his blood fall hot against your skin, that endless flame that sits within him smoking against you until you scream...

No.

Don’t do it.

Well, maybe just this once. Only once! Don’t think it’s gonna be a regular thing. 

Ahem. Another position he’d prefer is reverse cowgirl simply because he can do a bit of impact play.

He likes that lick and smack of his mangled hand against your curves. How you tighten over him, your cunt practically strangling his pulsing cock, making him leak another few beads of scalding precum within you. Yeah, you’ll shake if it does it in the same place twice and that’s just fucking perfect, ya’ know?  

If he’s in a pinch, in a rush between his missions, or waiting for his next rendezvous with the doctor, he’ll do what’s needed but he’d rather have you bent over something. 

The way your legs jut, how your ass presents itself to him, like an offering, your feet straining, hands plastered forward, snatching at whatever grip you can find, cunt blisteringly hot as it takes his straining length, over and over. Oooh, he likes this, he likes this so much he can’t think.

It hits the curve of his dick a little better when you’re half bent like this and he likes grabbing at your fleshiest parts, fingertips leaving bruises and cuts, marks that will stay with you until he returns. 

Hawks

For Hawks, I’d say he’s very, very sensitive. 

Part of it’s his wings & part of it is the fact that he simply doesn’t have the time to fuck much. 

So he’s gonna like to have you pressed into the mattress, wall, table, floor, whatever, ASAP. 

He’ll slow down once he’s gotten you stripped down. After all, he does like to look at you, to admire how pliant and spread you are, pussy glistening and your head turned toward him, a distant plea fading from your lips. 

Plus, when he’s fucking you from behind it’s easier for his wings stretch out behind him. 

He likes to fold them inward, against his back, when you go quiet, each feather feeling for your heartbeat, and when you’re loud, ahh, he likes to flap them. They gather up the sounds and ooze them all over the two of you, each wing beat whisking the vibrations forward and back, letting him soak up every moan and whine. That shit makes his legs shake and his pupils hone into a narrow slit, perfectly alert, and so, so hungry, ready for more and more and more. He wants you both to be a shivering heap of limbs and wings when he’s finished with you.

Speaking of, Hawks is a goddamn master at making you cum. Like, can have you so worked up that you’re doing it on his command. 

Once again, it helps that his wings can assist with this: they can feel out your pulse and sense tiny shifts in your breathing. But don’t think that’s all it is, after all, he’s also turned studying things into an art form. 

He’s memorized each shift that your face makes, how your eyes widen and then dampen, the way your nose scrunches and the sound your hands make when they scratch down the sheets. It’s all been filed away, slipped into some internal file that he can lift out with practiced ease. And fuck, does it makes him so hard, knowing that he can make you a gooey mess in seconds. 

Fully takes advantage of his feathers. He’s confident in his mastery of them and the tactile and sensory additions that they add to his game. 

Oh? You’re in an awkward position and he can’t touch you the way he wants? 

No worries, he can just send a smaller feather your way and have it frig and tweak your clit for him. 

I’d say his favorite position is to have one of your legs slung over his shoulders. 

It lets him pound into you just the way he likes, and, if he wants to switch up the tempo, he can feel how much it’s affecting you each time your thighs twitch. He also likes that he can kiss at your feet when he’s got you this way and your huffing laughs and half hearted squirms as he ruts into your slick pussy always, always make him smile. 

k, love you guys, bye.

[barrysjumpsuit]

the killing in kildare - an outer banks/criminal minds crossover (jj pov)

this came to be thanks to a post by @pixelated-pogues and @poguesoftheobx and tbh my main motivation for this was jj being an asshole to feds

word count: 3k

warnings: mentions of (canon) abuse, some abuse/fighting, mentions of canon murder, this is purely unedited so prob typos and bad grammar idc

summary: following the murder of sherriff peterkin, our favorite BAU team comes in to assist the kildare county police department with their case

a/n: i hate this and rewrote it twice, but here ya go!!! couldn’t make it a true criminal minds bau type case due to the canon but i did my best. also there’s mayward if u squint

---

“We haven’t had a homicide here in ten years,” Deputy Shoupe was explaining as he led the BAU team through the police station. “All sorts of weird shit going down lately. We’re at our wits end.”

“And all this happened after Routledge’s disappearance?” Agent Hotchner asked, weaving his way through desks as Shoupe unlocked the conference room door. 

“Yes sir, his kid - also John Routledge, we call him John B - thought he’s out there, but we’ve officially deemed him dead after he didn’t show up after a couple months, now the kid says a local killed him. Have a seat.”

Shoupe gestured to the chairs surrounding the table, and the team sat down, Hotchner and Rossi near the head of the table. They all listened while Shoupe explained what went down over the course of the past year - Big John’s disappearance, which turned out to be linked to his hunt for the gold of the Royal Merchant. Word had it that a man named Ward Cameron, the elite of the island, was responsible, or at least involved. “That statement came from Routledge’s kid, so I’m not sure how true it is,” Shoupe explained. 

Turns out, Shoupe believed it was the younger Routledge who murdered Sheriff Peterkin. A local reported him running around, covered in blood. He had become involved in the treasure hunt with his friends, wreaking havoc around the island in the process. There were strange men who reportedly chased the kids, who later turned up dead in someone’s nets, sporting wounds from a gaff hook.

“And now Pete…” Shoupe continued, trailing off. “That kid’s on the loose. We haven’t seen or heard anything about him in a few days. We think he got away, but I still have officers out keeping an eye open.”

It wasn’t the type of case the BAU would normally take on, but it was interesting. A hunt for treasure, mysterious men and local residents turning up dead, and the murder of the Sheriff.

There were a few questions and a brief silence as the team looked over the photos and files they had been given. Morgan finally spoke up, his voice filled with determination. “We’ll find whoever did this.”

--

JJ laid on the dock, swinging his feet which dangled off the edge. The tips of his boots barely skimmed the water. In one hand, he pinched a joint between two fingers. His eyes were closed, and occasionally he sucked on the joint, enjoying the calmness that overwhelmed his system, easing the anxiety that had been overwhelming ever since he saw John B disappear the night before.

They had finally eased off the search once there was word of his escape. He was out of Kildare County, out of jurisdiction. 

With no more cops hanging around, JJ could finally return to the Chateau. He knew he couldn’t go home - his dad had probably realized that JJ had stolen the keys to the Phantom by now, and JJ would be a goner. Being at the Chateau was familiar and comfortable.

Both Kiara and Pope had returned home to be with their families. Ever since two nights before, JJ had been at the Chateau, Kiara having dropped off food from The Wreck to last him a few days.

JJ was too caught up in his thoughts to hear the footsteps making their way down the dock until someone spoke. “JJ Maybank?”

He knew the voice of a cop when he heard it; JJ bolted upright, immediately jumping into the water, his joint long forgotten as he plunged under the water and started swimming.

Arms suddenly wrestled him. “We just want to talk, kid,” someone said, and JJ threw an elbow their way. Whoever had jumped in and grabbed him was too big, and wrestled him back to the dock. “Grab him, Spence.”

Hands pulled JJ back onto the dock. “You’re not in any trouble, JJ.”

JJ struggled in his hold, but more hands were on him, and he knew he couldn’t get away.

“Alright, you got me, congratulations,” he said, throwing his hands up. “John B didn’t kill Peterkin, he didn’t kill anybody.”

“Hold up, kid,” the first man said. JJ saw that they weren’t dressed like normal cops, and the man soon confirmed his suspicions. “My name is Derek Morgan, this is Spencer Reid, we’re with the FBI. We just have a few questions.”

“Ask away,” JJ said, exasperated. He was cornered on the end of the dock by the two agents.

“We’d like you to come with us,” Agent Reid explained. “To take an official statement. You won’t get in any trouble and you’ll be able to leave whenever you want.”

“If your friend is innocent, we want to help him, all right? That’s what we’re here for.”

Maybe it was the weed, or maybe it was the fact that John B was gone and safe. Whatever the case, JJ nodded, allowing the agents to walk him to their SUV to take him back to the police station. He was more than aware of all the looks everyone gave him. JJ greeted them, in typical JJ fashion, and he was brought into an office.

A blonde woman was sitting at the conference table, papers and files spread out before her while she spoke on the phone. JJ recognized the photos of the two square groupers that were killed, hauled up in nets by some fishermen. His stomach turned at the memory of them breaking into John B’s house. 

The agent set the phone down onto the table before sticking out her hand. “My name’s Jennifer Jareau, but you can call me JJ. You’re a friend of John B’s?”

JJ laughed. “JJ, that’s a good name, I like it.” He smiled with satisfaction as Jennifer’s face flushed red. “Look at that, we even look alike, we’re both blond bombshells.” 

“This is JJ Maybank,” Agent Morgan interjected, a smile tugging on his lips, too. 

“Well, all right, JJ. Can you tell us what happened? From the beginning? We found that the officers here tended to have a… biased report, so sorry about that.” Her eyes shifted slowly towards Deputy Shoupe.

“Nah, it’s all good. I have a bit of a reputation here, so that doesn’t surprise me.” JJ couldn’t help but throw a wink towards Shoupe. “Ol’ Shoupe and I here know each other pretty well.”

There was a pang of satisfaction inside JJ as Shoupe sighed. “Just shut up and talk, Maybank.”

“Aight. So, JB’s dad was looking for this gold his whole life, ya know? He went missing at sea about a year ago. Then this month, after Agatha, my friends and I were out fishing and we found a sunk boat. It belonged to Scooter Grubbs, and we were like ‘oh, how did he get his grubby little hands on it?’” he paused, clearly proud of the joke he made. “Anyway. Scooter turned up dead and we found a compass in the boat. It was JB’s dad’s. So we were like ‘holy shit, it’s a ghost compass’. But after we found that compass we were chased by some guys, total square groupers - they tried to shoot us! Then they next day we went to ask Scooter’s wife about it but found the guys there, then they came to JB’s house looking for him and the compass. Then we found a map and tape recorder to John B from his dad in this creepy ass tomb the compass told us to go to, and we knew something was up.”

JJ paused for dramatic effect. Everyone, even Shoupe, was watching and listening intently, Jennifer scribbling down notes as a tape recorder played on the table. Agent Morgan was visibly amused by JJ’s storytelling.

He continued with the story. “So we found the shipwreck, right? But there wasn’t anything on it. So we were like damn, someone beat us to it. But then John B started mackin’ Sarah Cameron-”

Agent Reid made a confused face at his slang.

“Mackin’. You know, making out, dating, Sarah Cameron. Turns out, there was a letter left by Denmark Tanney. He was the sole survivor and hid all the gold at the Crain house. But this is where it gets good,” JJ said, leaning forward, as if the story wasn’t thrilling enough already. “Ward Cameron must have known that John B was looking for the gold. He had him move into his house and must have overheard him talking to Sarah about the gold. The gold was gone. Ward loaded it up in his plane. While this was happening, John B went to Lana, Scooter’s wife, and she told him everything. About how Big John and Ward were looking for the gold, and they were about to find the merchant, then Ward shoved John and split his head open and dumped him over the side of the boat.”

“We have agents talking to Lana Grubbs right now,” Jennifer said, and JJ nodded vigorously.

“Good. Oh yeah, JB said Ward took him fishing and tried to kill him with a gaff hook. That ring any bells?” JJ looked from Morgan to Reid, and then to Jennifer, who just nodded. “So turns out Scooter found his body and got the compass. Then he was coming back when Aggie hit. After JB found out, he was pissed, man, and we went to the runway to stop Ward from stealing the gold. He was taking it and Sarah to the Bahamas. JB went out to try to stop him. He said Peterkin showed up to arrest Ward, but then Ward’s kid Rafe - he’s a crazy motherfucker - shot Peterkin, John B ran because Rafe was gonna shoot him too, then Ward called our friend Shoupe and said John B shot her and denied everything.”

“Did you witness anything at the airport?” Morgan asked, walking to sit down beside JJ.

JJ shifted uncomfortably, filling with guilt. “No, we ran once Peterkin showed up. I’m on probation. I didn’t need to get caught out there. As far as I know, the only people who were there were Peterkin, Ward, Rafe, John B, and-”

He stopped speaking as Jennifer’s attention was immediately diverted, her eyes locked on something outside the window. JJ’s head whipped around, seeing the one person he never wanted to see ever again. All of his cockiness and charm was gone the second he laid eyes on his father.

“Reid, lock the door,” Jennifer said quietly as Shoupe and Morgan slipped out of the office, leaving the three of them. From outside, JJ could hear yelling, the voices of his father and Shoupe unmistakable.

“Don’t let him anywhere near me,” JJ said suddenly, almost pleadingly.

“Who is that?” Agent Reid asked, and Jennifer nodded as if acknowledging that she was thinking the same thing.

JJ muttered, “My dad,” wheeling his chair out of view from the window.

“We won’t let him near you, okay?” he heard the woman say, and JJ just nodded. “I’m going to call the rest of my team to see how it’s going, you can stay in here. It’s safe here. We’ll be back soon with some more questions for you.”

JJ nodded again, opening his eyes and watching the two agents leave the room, closing and locking the door behind them. 

He sat alone for a while before pulling out his phone. He noticed he had several missed calls and texts from Pope and Kiara; he called Pope back, greeted by the frantic sound of his voice. “Dude, where the hell are you!”

“Bro, the FBI is here looking for whoever killed Peterkin,” JJ said, not answering his question. 

“You’re talking to them?” Pope asked in a worried but hushed tone. “JJ, you’re actually talking to feds?”

“Hey, they wanna help John B, man. Help him and put away the Camerons.”

“I can’t believe it.”

“I told them everything, Pope. They’re talking to Miss Lana too. Who knows, if you or Kie back me up-”

“JJ!” Pope was yelling now. “JJ, do you know how many laws we’ve broken? No, JJ.”

JJ opened his mouth to say something, but quickly hung up the phone as the door opened and a two stoic, official looking men walked in.

“I’m Agent Hotchner, this is Agent Rossi,” the taller one stated. His tone was flat and hard, and JJ instantly didn’t like him.

“Are you here to take my story again? The recorder’s right there bro, I don’t even think she turned it off.” He pointed to the tape recorder, which was still running.

“No, we’re here to ask if you would happen to know where Rafe Cameron could be hiding.”

“His house? It’s really big, you might want to check everywhere.”

“We did a full sweep of the place,” Agent Hotchner said in the same disinterested tone. “Any friend’s place? Anything like that?”

JJ sighed. “He’s this guy’s bitch. Some basehead named Barry. If my dad’s out there, ask him about where to find him, he buys coke off him. Rafe does, too. The two of them jumped me a few days ago.”

“Do you know where he lives?” the other agent asked, his voice slightly softer. “His father isn’t speaking, we’ve arrested him but can’t find his son.”

“Where’s Ward? I’d like to talk to him.”

“I’m afraid we can’t let you do that, son.” Agent Rossi pulled out the chair next to JJ and sat down. “Where does this Barry guy live?”

JJ sighed. “Shitty little trailer on the west side of Sunshine street. Ironic, huh? Dude’s full of sunshine.” He paused as Hotch watched him through narrowed eyes. “Second place south of the Dollar General, you can’t miss it, it’s a shithole.”

“Thanks, JJ,” Agent Hotcher said, and the two men left, closing and locking the door behind them again.

Sighing, he kicked his feet up onto the chair that Agent Rossi had vacated, rubbing at his temple. He had barely eaten since John B left, and barely slept. His high had worn off, leaving him tired and with a subtle yet persistent headache.

“I want this fuckin’ thing to be over,” he muttered to himself.

A voice made him open his eyes and walk over to the window. Ward Cameron was walking through the main space of the station, his large strides quickly covering ground, followed by two officers. He was yelling at Jennifer, the agent hardly flinching as he berated her. The glass muffled his voice, but JJ could tell he was pulling either the wealth card or the my-daughter-ran-away-from-home card on her.

“Hey Ward!” JJ yelled, pounding his palm against the glass. “Ward!”

The man’s head eventually turned to see JJ, and seconds later, he was at the pane of glass, yelling at him. 

“You’re a fucking murderer, Ward!” JJ yelled, ignoring the words Ward was throwing at him. Your friend could have killed my daughter. You ruined her life. You ruined my life. You’re a liar. JJ countered with words of his own. “You killed Big John! You killed those men! You tried to kill my best friend! Your son killed Peterkin! You don’t care about your family, Ward!”

The last sentence made him snap. Jennifer and two officers were trying to restrain Ward, but he shoved them off, picking up and chair and throwing it at the window.

Luckily, the window was made for scenarios like this. Ward couldn’t touch JJ, and both of them knew it. They kept yelling until they finally cuffed Ward, leading him out of view, JJ’s face still pressed against the window, his body shaking with rage.

He flinched as the door opened, and Agent Reid came in, standing in the doorway sheepishly. 

“What do you want?” JJ muttered, plopping back down in the chair he had been sitting in before.

The agent shrugged. “Just thought you might want to talk, is all. Nothing you’ll say leaves this room.”

JJ regarded him through squinted eyes, his arms crossed across his chest. “Why do you think I need a therapy session?”

Reid shrugged again. “Thought it wouldn’t hurt to ask. You’ve been through a lot recently. I can tell there’s more going on than what you told us.”

He sighed. “Everything just went to shit so quick. My best friend was framed for murder, he left, and now my dad wants to kill me the first chance he gets. And once they get the Camerons I’ll be expected to resume life as normal.” He threw up his hands for effect. “Life was never normal, life was never good. It’s fucked, man.”

--

JJ sat with Reid for another hour or two. The small talk had eventually drifted into an awkward silence, broken by more yelling.

“I didn’t do it!” JJ heard from outside the office. He could recognize Rafe’s voice anywhere, and it filled him with rage.

Reid had forgotten to lock the door. In one fluid motion, JJ was on his feet, throwing the door open, running and tackling Rafe, knocking him from the agent’s grasps. Grabbing his shoulders and throwing him against the ground, JJ collapsed to his knees, one on either side of Rafe.

He was helpless with his hands cuffed, and Agent Morgan pulled JJ off Rafe, restraining him. “Easy, big guy,” Morgan said cooly. “We’ve made the arrests, JJ, your friend’s name is cleared. You can get out of here.”

“What?” JJ asked stupidly, looking to a woman he had not yet met. She had long, straight black hair.

“You’re free to leave. Your story matches up with what Lana Grubbs told us, and we were able to recover a gun from the Cameron residence that matched the type used in the murder of Sheriff Peterkin.”

At that, she followed the others, leaving JJ standing in the middle of the police station. He could hear muffled shouts of Rafe, which dissipated after a door slammed.

It was over. JJ almost didn’t know what to do, so he just left.

A body collided with his, then another. He struggled at first, but recognized the arms wrapped around him, and melted into Pope and Kiara’s embraces.

“They made the arrests,” JJ found himself saying. “JB’s gonna be okay.”

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[silentsdaydreamz]

im trying to figure out how this relationship between blitzwing and my oc would work because he’s a very big robot and she’s a small human like thing, and im still trying to figure out how tall she is to him exactly. I know she’s smaller than bumblebee at least,,,, and bb is smaller than blitzboy. BUT, I know Mass Displacement existed in g1 so i can use that and idc if its canon or not because i wanna draw Random and her goofing off together

literally i think Random is the only one who can goof off with Silent without having Icy or Hothead accidently hurt her feelings. Or Icy can also get along with her and have normal convos, its just Hothead that only has issues with her and it ends with having a yelling match between each other until someone apologizes. And its usually her that apologizes first in which she’s trying to stamp down her emotions from flaring up again, and has probably cried a bit which makes Blitzwing feel like shit. OR, Blitzwing apologizes after being snapped at by some other Decepticons (BlackArachnia mainly) and finds out she cried, aND IT MAKES HIM HURT AND HE DOESN’T KNOW WHY.

I can see that Blitzwing can somewhat respect and admire her due to her powers and how she is in a battle; that monstrous attack style and the choice of weapons she uses. Also, a small part of him thinks she’s cute when she’s setting things on fire. He’ll never admit it, ok,,, so like Random will admit it because Random just admits everything he's feeling even if the other two don't say anything. This is how Silent learns that Blitzboy has feelings for her, and doesn't know how to respond because now Icy and Hothead are having an argument with Random, and its all so confusing. But due to it being Random as the one who confessed, it could be a trick so Silent is just confused.

Since Silent is human (to his knowledge), he still hates her and doesn’t want anything to do with her, and HAS tried to dispose of her in the middle of a battle a few times and got reprimanded for it by Silent or Megatron himself. Has had his ass saved by Silent once or twice when he got stuck and couldn’t move, and she just moved in and defended him from whatever was happening.

I do believe he cares for her, but he is fighting with himself on those feelings because he’s never felt this way for an organic before and tends to try and get rid of those feelings by exploding things around him; eventually accidentally hurting Silent in the process. But oh, he WILL hurt someone if they hurt Silent. Once he realizes he cant get rid of his feelings for her, he will protect her if a situation is dire enough.

I, 100%, believe that Megatron and the rest of the decepticons struggle with how those two idiots act around each other, and one day,,, Megatron is just gonna shove them into a room together to settle this out because their feelings are obvious to everyone else. He wants it settled because he can’t take it anymore.