#and jonas FUCKING DIED OKAY

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

i could not give any less of a shit about fallout 4 without dissolving into dust but fallout 3 coulda been so cool so im mad about it

[delusional-dinosaurr]

Not So Sneaky (Lia Walti x Reader)

“Vic please just pass the fucking ball” You whine at your best friend, Victoria Pelova. She chuckles in response and passes it back with a bit of flair. 

“Show off, keep it for the matches, yeah?” You smirk as she elbows you during some 1v1 practice.

“Foul! Ref!” You say rolling around on the floor pretending to be injured, quickly followed by Victoria attacking your ribs, causing you to burst out laughing.

“Alright love birds, we’ve got an important match to prepare for!” Katie helps you up from the ground after your assault from your best friend. Jonas gets you all to rotate partners and eventually you’re paired up with Lia Wälti, who you’ve been quietly crushing on since you signed for the team at the same time as Victoria during the January transfer window, both coming from Ajax. 

“Promise I won’t nutmeg you this time” You joke with Lia as you do your regular training activities. “You better not, I saw what you pulled on Katie earlier” Lia jokes in response, referencing how you nutmegged the co-captain as she was attempting to tackle you earlier on, causing her to be at the end of a lot of jokes so far today.

“Ah, who am I kidding, I can’t resist it, can I?” You wink, going to nutmeg her during your 1v1, with her expertly managing to stop it and successfully nutmegging you in the process. You fake collapsing in shock at how you’d finally been nutmegged by a teammate.

“You…you traitor!” You reach your arm out to Lia as you crawl towards her, as if you are so injured from the ‘embarrassment’ from being nutmegged.

“God you’re so dramatic” She rolls her eyes as she helps you up, instantly you feel the warmth in your body at the contact between the both of you being much closer than you have been before, your chests basically touching. You both stop and are lost looking into each other's eyes for a few moments, until Vic’s cough to your side breaks you out of your trance.

“Was I interrupting something?” Vic raises an eyebrow in your direction suspiciously.

“Nope, I was just helping Y/N up after I finally nutme-” “WOAH! What Lia was saying is that I fell over and she helped me up” You cut in, Lia looks at you even more suspicious than Vic was.

“Okay….weirdo. Y/N are we still going out tonight?” Vic asks you.

“Of course we are, you know I wouldn’t miss out on our Wednesday night date night!” You wiggle your eyebrows suggestively. 

“I’m gonna go get changed, I’ll catch you guys later” Lia rushes off.

“What’s her problem?” Katie walks over and asks, seeing Lia jogging off the pitch.

“No idea, we were just talking about mine and Vics wednesday night date night tonight?” You shrug.

“Y/N you idiot, you’ve been flirting with her and then making you and Vic sound like you’re together?” Katie smacks the back of your head. 

“Wait what? I don’t get it?” You look at her confused.

“Sorry mate, you need to work this out for yourself, not me” Katie jogs off going after Lia.

“It's okay, we're fine, we're fine.” You sigh. 

“Y/N/N maybe it's time you start dropping more hints for her. We can ditch our date night and you can always ask her out instead?” Vic suggests, you tilt your head in confusion. 

“But what about our date nights?” You ask. 

“Y/N get a grip, we can still hang out but you need to make a move” Vic says sternly. You nod and jog to the changing rooms a few minutes later to find Katie walking out giving you a supportive thumbs up. You walk in to see Lia half dressed and just pulling her shirt over her head, you manage to catch a glance at her toned stomach before panicking and turning away. 

“Oh god sorry I didn't mean to walk in on you like this” You panic, visibly flush and flustered. Lia chuckles in response and sits down on the bench, she motions for you to sit in front of her. 

“Okay right, I'm nervous as hell but I just have to get it all out. Lia I, I like you, like a lot. I don't know how it started but I've just been kinda admiring you from afar, no wait that sounded creepy. Okay maybe I did but I just, I'm not good with feelings but… I know I really do have feelings for you” You mumble really quickly, nerves getting the better of you. 

“But… What about Pelova? You seem to be very close” Lia asks with a somewhat sad expression on her face.

“Oh we aren't together, she's not my type anyway” You laugh. 

“Then.. What is your type?” Lia asks suggestively. 

You gulp, feeling a sudden rush of confidence flowing through you. 

“I'd say my type is brown hair… Likes football, plays for Arsenal, is Swiss, wears number 13–” You get stopped by the midfielders lips crashing into yours. It feels as if your body could go completely limp with how breathtaking her kiss feels, finally after all this time pining. After a few minutes you eventually break away. 

“Wow that was…” You say, again with the same flustered face as before. 

“Are you free tonight?” She asks. 

“Yep! Vic made me cancel our date night so I'd finally ask you out” You chuckle earning a glare and a shove in return. 

____

The next morning you wake up with a weight on your chest, Lia’s head resting on it with her hair all over her face. You gently brush her hair out of her face which slowly wakes her up.

“Good morning” You smirk.

“Good morning, I’m sorry if that was a bit much last night” Lia blushes trying to hide her face in her bed covers.

“Lia we literally had a make out session and pizza, it’s not like we had sex on the first date or anything…that’s the third date” You wink, obviously joking.

“God you’re so annoying” She rolls her eyes as she starts getting out of bed, you can’t help but admire her as she stretches, again you find your eyes roaming her body subconsciously until she breaks your focus by moving closer to you.

“You sure you want to wait until the third date?” She says positioning herself on your lap, in her shorts and sports bra.

“Uh…I…Um” You feel your face heating up as the midfielder smirks at you.

“I’m kidding…unless?” She winks, pressing her lips to yours and gently pinning you to the bed. 

____

It's been around six months since you and Lia finally made your relationship official, and yet it was still only you two and your families that knew about the relationship. You both decided to keep it quiet for a while as you didn't want people to know, so that you had time to figure stuff out and make sure you didn't let it have any effect on your games, as well as just having some privacy. 

Luckily all it had done was make you play better and be in a better mood, no one was suspicious until recently, you had a feeling people were noticing the longing looks you gave each other and the way you'd blush more at team events. You knew you needed to tell someone so today was going to be that day. You were driving Vic to training and she spotted something that you clearly didn't hide as well as you thought. 

“Uh… Y/N..? What is that on your neck?” She says poking your very visible hickey on your neck. You instantly blush, having vivid memories of the previous night, hearing the Swiss girl uttering your name all night.

“What are you talking about?” You panic, covering where she is pointing with your hand.

“The hickey Y/N I’m not stupid” She rolls her eyes “No wonder you’ve been less stressed, Y/N/N has been getting laaaaaid” Vic sings.

“Shut up” You groan.

“You gonna tell me who did it, so I can cover this up for you?” She tilts her head at you, motioning with the emergency makeup bag you keep in your car for you and your friends.

“I need you to promise you won't tell anyone” She nods as you pull into the car park, your phone pinging with a message from Lia, which unfortunately is connected to your car.

“One new message from Lia: I got the stuff for dinner tonight! I love you, see you at training x”

“Nevermind you didn’t need to say anything” Vic smirks, giving you a knowing look.

“Uhhhh, me and Lia have just been hanging out?” You say a bit higher pitch than usual.

“You know better than to lie to me Y/N. Why wont you tell anyone?” She sighs at you. You turn the car engine off and sigh, Vic has the makeup brushes at the ready and starts covering your hickey for you.

“Look mate, we were worried it’d change the team dynamic, especially if there’s some weird feelings with her and Caitlin still playing for the same team, and if we get distracted. Basically we’ve had a lot of time privately and it’s been so nice” You ramble.

“Well I don’t think it would or even has changed anything, Caitlin still cares about Lia, but as a friend and I highly doubt there would be any hard feelings y’know? You need to at least tell Jonas or a coach to be safe” She suggests.

“You’re right…” You both get out of your car once she is done applying makeup to your neck, and you head towards the main building, you search around for Jonas and eventually stumble upon him, stuck in conversation with your girlfriend.

“...but what I’m trying to say Jonas is, me and Y/N won’t let it affect how we play or work, if anything I think we’ve improved recently” Lia says.

“Ah Y/N! Great timing, I’m sure you’ve just overheard but Lia told me about your relationship, obviously it’s none of my business but I can tell the difference in how you two have been playing and just in general. Only positive things!” Jonas pats you on the shoulder “I have no issues with it of course, I’m happy for you both for finding each other”.

“Thanks Jonas, means a lot, like really” You give him a hug, the man being somewhat of a mentor to you over the previous year.

“Tell the team when you feel you’re ready. Remember we are a family, we support each other” He says nodding over to the groups of girls in the gym, all getting on with their own thing.

“Yeah maybe we should do it sooner rather than later, no more hiding this” You look at Lia who nods in agreement. You reach out for her hand as you both walk hand in hand into the gym to meet the others, somehow no one saw your intertwined hands. Lia decides to go on a treadmill rather than lift weights with you, so she gives you a kiss on the cheek before walking off. Jen seems to be the only one who spots it and within minutes walks over to you.

“Excuse me, what was that earlier?” Jen looks at you wide eyed.

“What?” You smirk.

“How long has this been going on for then?” She smiles, seeming proud.

“About 6 months, we’ve been pretty private with it and we wanted to make sure we were settled before saying anything” You say.

“Oi did I see Wally kiss you on the cheek? Where’s mine?” Beth comes over and slings her arm over your shoulder.

“Sorry Beth, pretty sure that’s only for her girlfriend” Jen teases.

“Since when?” Beth shouts.

“Why are we yelling over here?” Viv walks over, visibly confused and attempting to hush Beth. Lia takes the opportunity to hop off the treadmill and save you from the commotion. As she gets closer you start smiling over at her.

“Hey beautiful, you looked like you needed rescuing” She smiles reaching for your hand.

“Ah I had it under control, see?” You nod over to the girls you were talking with, who are all now gobsmacked at what they’ve seen and heard.

____

Later on that day you both get ready at Lia’s house, she’s wearing jeans and a crop top with a plaid shirt over the top but not buttoned up. You on the other hand went with a casual hoodie and jeans. 

“Darling, do we really have to go out with the girls tonight?” You groan seeing your girlfriend getting ready. “We could just stay at home…” you continue, trailing your finger from her chest to her abs. 

“Later, if you’re good” she kisses you hungrily and leaves the bedroom with a wink in your direction, as you audibly groan and flop back onto the bed.

“Come on! Our uber has arrived!” Lia yells from the other room.

“You mean Viv?” You chuckle getting your shoes on.

“Of course, who else?” She laughs.

You get into Viv and Beth’s car. You and Beth spend the journey singing in the back of the car whilst Viv and Lia chat at the front. After a short while you eventually park up and all walk to the venue the team had hired for the night. 

You and Lia are still somewhat wary of being affectionate in public, so walk side by side but not hand in hand.

Once you arrive at the club, you get yourself and the others a drink from the bar and return to find everyone crowding around some tables and having their own conversations, you take Beth and Viv their drinks first followed by Lia’s.

“Here you go, gorgeous” You pass her the drink and subtly kiss her cheek, she smiles at you, as you float around, being the social butterfly that you are.

____

A bit later on, after more drinks have been, well drunk, the group are getting rowdier and more daring, literally.

“Katie I dare you to do a backflip off that table” Kyra points over at the table for the Irishwoman to backflip from.

“Nope! Absolutely none of that here” Kim said, patting Kyra on the back with a chorus of boos coming from some of you. Your girlfriend approaches you in the area everyone seems to be dancing in. 

“I miss you” She says pouting. 

“Babe we’re literally at the same party with our friends, I was standing with you like 15 minutes ago” you say quietly. 

“Yeah but I always want to be with you” She frowns.

“Alright if we are still daring people to do shit, I dare Y/N to kiss Vic!” Kyra slurs. 

“I don't think that's a good idea, I've got a cold after all” Vic lies, everyone falling for it. 

“Fuck who else will she kiss then? Gotta get Y/N out there, she’s been single for way too long” Katie jokes as she makes eye contact with Lia “Wally how about you?” She asks with her usual cocky smirk on her face. 

“Sure. It's just a quick peck after all, right?” She smiles. 

“OI! Kissing is too easy, I want a dramatic kiss! Make me believe you're in a relationship or something, I don't know!” Jen pipes up sarcastically, smirking at you after finding out about you both earlier in the day.  You and Lia look at eachother and shrug as if to say ‘fuck it’. 

She leans forward and pulls you in by the hoodie covering your chest. You gulp in response, knowing that you find her even more attractive when she’s being bossy. She passionately kisses you and brings her hands up to the back of your neck whilst you rest yours on her lower back slowly drifting lower.

“Oi you two, save it for the bedroom yeah?” Katie yells to the group, you lift one hand from Lia’s back to raise a middle finger up at Katie hearing a chorus of cheers when you do so. Eventually you break apart, blushing whilst Lia is grinning at your friends who witnessed it. 

“Christ it's like you guys are dating or something” Leah says from the side, giving you a wink and head tilt to follow her. 

“Right, I'm not as dumb as these idiots, how long?” Leah asks you. 

“Around 6 months” You confess seeing a giant grin start to emerge on Leah's face. “I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, it's just..” She interrupts you.

“Y/N I've had an idea that there was something between you for a little while, and I know it's nice to have privacy and stuff, so I understand” She hugs you, you continue chatting to the side about how you should tell Kim as soon as possible, being the team mum after all. You hear singing get louder as karaoke starts, an idea springing to mind. 

“Wait right here I've got a great idea” You say, patting Leah's shoulders and stumbling off. You yell out to Kim, who's watching the karaoke unfold. 

“Kim, I'm sorry I haven't told you sooner but me and Wally are seeing each other” You blurt out when you get to her. 

“I thought so! You guys seem happy, so I'm happy, ah I feel like a proud parent!” She hugs you tightly. “Have you told many people yet?”. 

“No… But I have an idea on how!” You pat Kim’s shoulders as you walk over to the woman running the karaoke for the team and put in your request, but not for you to sing. When it's your song you walk up to take the microphone from Steph who was just belting Untouched by the Veronica's and hand it to Leah, who nods over at your girlfriend standing alone, watching you. You hear the opening notes to Lover by Taylor Swift as you take Lia's hands into yours on the makeshift dance floor.

“This one goes out to the lovers over there” she points at you and Lia before she starts singing. 

“I love you” You mumble into her ear as you slow dance together, she responds with a loving kiss which has you both gasping for air afterwards. As you break away from your kiss you notice most of the room's eyes are focused on the two of you, knowing looks and shocked ones too, alongside cheering, whistling and the odd “Go on Y/N!”. You avert your eyes from the girls surrounding you in a circle and focus on the beauty in your arms, her eyes sparkling as she looks up at you.

After you finish dancing you're bombarded with questions from teammates, some a little inappropriate and some very sweet. 

“How long has this been going on?” Steph asks. 

“Around 6 months, we kept it quiet in an attempt to not mess with the team dynamic” You say. The questions die out and you eventually get to sit back down in a booth with your girlfriend and some of your teammates. 

“Okay Lia I hate to be the one to ask it… But Y/N is so clumsy how on earth are you able to…have y’know… Seriously” Vic slurs, your face flushing red. 

“Luckily her clumsiness doesn't affect her… Performance” Lia winks at you. Some of the girls are trying to get more details, as you decide to dismiss yourself to get yourself another drink. 

“Y’alright?” Katie asks you at the bar. 

“They're talking about my sex life so I'm here now” You chuckle, tapping your card to pay for your beer. 

“Oh what! Let's go then!” Katie drags you back over to the girls. 

“-but yeah she's so attentive and honestly, the best I've had” Lia finishes her sentence as you slide back in, groaning as they're still talking about sex. 

“Y/N we've heard it all, no need to be shy. Your turn now anyway” Jen winks jokingly, with Alessia cracking up as you slam your head down onto the table. As you lift your head back up you catch Lia yawning and give her the look of ‘home soon?’.

You walk off again to chat with some of the girls to avoid discussing your sex life, and feel your phone vibrate. 

From Lia - 

You have been good today… So how about we go home and I show you something I got for you? 

“Someones getting laid tonight” Leah smirks at your red face.

“What? No it’s just warm in here” You chuckle.

“Bullshit, I can see Lia giving you ‘the eyes’ from over there” Nodding in the direction of your lover, who was indeed giving you the eyes, causing you to look back down at your phone which Leah is also looking at. “Mate, are you stupid? Go home!” She pushes you towards where Lia is sitting.

“Lee this isn’t necessary” You groan approaching your girlfriend.

“Wally take your girlfriend home, she’s being all awkward” Leah chuckles “Have a good night ladies” she winks as she slides away from you both. 

“Right I need to take this one home as she’s a bit too drunk, you guys need a lift?” Viv comes over right on time, you both nod and help her lug Beth back to the car. The short drive eventually ends outside Lia’s house, you say your thanks and goodbyes to the couple as you head into Lia’s house. You shrug off your coat and take off your shoes, but you notice your girlfriend has run upstairs to her bedroom. 

“Oh it’s so on Wally” you mumble to yourself as you jog up the stairs, the girl waiting in her room for you.

“Eager are we?” You smirk going over to her.

“Well I did tell you you’d be rewarded so” She smirks, pushing you firmly down onto your bed. You’re usually the one ‘in charge’ but it seems Lia had a different idea tonight as she tells you to stay still. She slowly removes her jacket, putting on quite the show for you. You try to reach out to help her with her clothes but she slaps your hands away. 

“Ah ah, no touching” She tuts. 

“Right, if you don’t do something soon I’m going to eat you alive” You growl, causing a quiet moan to slip from Lia.

“Well if you weren't already saying that, then you'll definitely say it now” Lia smirks, lifting her shirt up over her head and slowly dragging her trousers down and revealing a new lacy black lingerie set that could easily kill you with how stunning she looks.

“Oh my god” You mutter.

“Now… How about we go back to how you were going to eat me alive?” Lia says suggestively, pushing you down on her bed.

“It’d be my pleasure baby” You smirk. 

____

WE ARE SO BACK! Will be a return to posting a bit more frequently!

[severedfromthesource]

Bite Back

Pt 1/3

Original concept from @delicious-beats. Contains F resus, M rescuer, LUCAS thumper, automated CPR, mouth to intubation tube, depictions of gore, trying to resuscitate a zombie

Blackened veins ran in a spiderweb from the holes in Luffy’s shoulder. She shouldn’t have even been out, Elijah had told her again and again, the fucking news had told her, the trucks with megaphones and military personnel blaring up and down her street for the past ten hours had told her. But she needed to know he was okay. She was always trying to look out for him. He’d never hated her selflessness more than right now. 

Her skin was bloodless, her usual dark brown hue sapped until she was completely ashen, the circular row of splotchy red teeth marks and black fissures of veins the only real color left to her body. Her heart was beating arrhythmic on the monitors as the ambulance tried to find a path forward through the streets choked with people fleeing. Her head rolled back on her neck and she looked up with bleary eyes towards him. 

“Eli,” she choked out, her throat tight to the point of almost closing up. 

They’d dealt with bite victims all day. They’d lost all of them, and then had to cut it and run when the old woman or the jogger or, worst, the fucking ten year old who had been playing soccer, reared back up and tried to take a bite out of them. Elijah cradled her head, his mind racing. The symptoms presented differently with everyone they’d encountered. One spewed blood, one just bottomed out and died, but so far complete cardiac arrest had occurred within the first twenty minutes of contact. His eyes darted to his watch. It had been fifteen since she’d screamed over the phone and he had raced to come find her.

He pressed a square of gauze against the wound, his breath shaking. “Okay,” he said, “Okay, Lu? I need you to look at me, focus on me, hey-“ He held her face with one hand and snapped his fingers near her ear with the other. It lolled like a doll with loose joints. “We’ve got a couple minutes before… b-before the first real symptoms kick in, the really bad ones. But I’m gonna get you to the hospital, alright?” He added in an aside to his partner in the front, “How long you think until we get there?” 

“Fuck man,” Jonas spat, “Every street is clogged, the military is setting up choke points on every major road. They’re not gonna let us even through if she’s infected.” 

“I didn’t fucking ask about the stupid fucking military, I asked how long until we get there,” Elijah replied in a tone that warned the other man he would not be accepting any other outcome but Luffy making it to the front doors of Saint Edward’s.

“Twenty minutes, if I can find a decent backstreet. Probably forty if I can’t.”

He nearly sobbed. The air left his body in a rush with a stricken noise he couldn’t hold back. Luffy’s hand reached out and grabbed at his shirt. 

“Eli,” she sputtered again, but there were tears in her voice this time. “I don’t … I d-don’t wanna die…”

Twenty minutes. Probably over that, but he couldn’t think about that. His eyes snapped to his watch again. Three minutes left. He could keep her heart going. If she wasn’t really dead then she couldn’t be undead. He would keep her alive, and they would cure her, and she would live. There was no other option. Not for him.

Spittle dried white at the corner of her lips as he stared down into her face, those lips he had kissed until they were swollen now trembling and pale. He smoothed hair back from her forehead and leaned in close. 

“You’re gonna be okay,” he promised in a low voice, cupping her head with both hands. “You’re gonna be alright. You trust me?” She nodded, even as tears leaked from the corners of her eyes and slid into the pillow beneath her. “I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. We take care of each other, right? It’s what we do.” 

Two minutes. Elijah kissed her sweaty forehead and drew back, collecting everything he’d need for an arrest as the ambulance swayed and bounced over uneven terrain. He snatched out epinephrine, pulled out the AED, strapped her to the gurney, all with an efficiency he didn’t even know he was capable of. Already her heart was beginning to skip, throwing out PVCs on the monitor as her jagged heart rate either spiked above the line or dipped far below it. He eyed the restraints they had on hand, the brace boards for trauma victims and cuffs meant for psych patients. As he drew the LUCAS out, he tested the straps on the sides of the large, crescent moon shaped piece of equipment. There was no telling if they’d hold if she tried to take a swipe at him, but maybe. 

Twenty seconds. Elijah gripped the neckline of Luffy’s shirt and tore it down the middle, sweat beginning to drip down the back of his neck and back. She was hardly moving, her bare chest glistening with sweat. Her nipples had lost their color too, and her breasts swayed jerkily with every short, halting breath she managed in. Her eyes were drooping closed. Her jaw twitched open a little and slackened back as she took one more shallow sip of air. Then it left her lungs in a quiet sigh as her chest deflated for the final time. There was one more quick flutter on the monitors, her heart clawing for the last few quivering beats it could manage. Then it stopped. 

Elijah clamped down on the welling nausea to tap the timer on his digital watch. Jonas cursed up front as the EKG hummed a flatline. Wasting no time, he slid the curved backboard under her limp body, lifting the LUCAS and clicking it into place above her. The thing settled between her breasts, the flexible rubber plunger flush against her sternum. One of her arms hung limp off the side of the gurney and he took it by the wrist, fixing it in the straps on one side of the machine, then the other. Her fingers curled against the motor case. Elijah jabbed at the controls and turned it on. 

The machine jabbed the plunger down into her chest with all the force of a trained EMT. It cratered into her heart, the force displacing through the rest of her body so her belly rolled out, her shoulders rippling with the force of a robot that didn’t care if it felt her ribs pulp under its hands. It had never held her. It had never known the warmth of her. The thing pistoned and made a noise far too loud for the cramped space. Zip, zip, zip, zip, zip.

Luffy’s eyes were half mast and empty, lips parted. Elijah checked the timer. A little over a minute had passed since the start of the arrest. Maybe there was still time for intubation. He snatched the laryngoscope and tilted her head back by the jaw, sliding the metal blade past her bloodless lips and over her tongue. The curved blade made an easy track down her throat, bulging it slightly as he maneuvered an intubation tube down the tunnel of her trachea. He slid it home with one hand, the other resting at the pulse point in her neck to feel the blood being forced to circulate. He knew he couldn’t look at her face. He had to focus on her tongue, her mouth, her teeth, the hard bone of her jaw under his fingers. If he looked at her face, he would lose any shred of sanity he had left. But his eyes slid anyway. They moved down to her eyes- only they weren’t half lidded anymore. 

They bore into him, the pupils grey discs in the center of her dark eyes. The whites of her eyes were shot through with red veins. Her jaw clicked as it moved around the intubation tube, her lips peeling back, exposing her teeth.

“Fuck!” Elijah exclaimed and jerked back, his back hitting the wall of the ambulance. 

“What, what?” Jonas shouted from the front seat.

Luffy’s body moved, her arms tugging at the restraints, her legs shifting underneath her. They curled up and kicked out, but the belts around her waist held her down. Her back arched against the LUCAS even as it slammed down against her sternum. Elijah heard something shift sickeningly under the skin. A guttural growl rose up from the tube and she thrashed, shaking her head, rolling back as her teeth gnashed against the tube poking from her mouth. She gargled and sputtered and he realized with a jolt that she was tearing up her throat with her bucking and shaking. 

“Luffy,” he breathed. “Lu… Lu, stop, stop it-“ He lurched forward, grabbing her jaw, but she snapped her head to the side and clicked her teeth within a hairs breadth of his hand. "Fuck, fuck!"

"Eli! What the hell-"

"Focus on the road!" As he snapped this at Jonas, Luffy burbled a mouthful of blood from around the tube in her throat. He managed to throw his arms in front of his face just in time before it might have splattered in his eyes or mouth. The last thing poor Jonas needed was another flesh crazed cannibal in his ambulance. Elijah had already decided he was saving the woman he loved, and he was going to keep that promise; he just needed to stay warm and breathing to do it.

He lunged for her again, clapping his hands on both sides of her head, just out of reach over her bared teeth. "This is definitely not how you're supposed to intubate someone," he panted, already out of breath, "But I know very well you're not breathing for yourself right now." As if in agreement, Luffy gurgled with a throat full of blood, already darkened by the virus until it was almost black. He wrapped his lips around the opening of the tube and forced a breath into it. Might as well, things definitely couldn't get any worse. His eyes flicked to her chest as the LUCAS did its thing, bowing her ribs in against her spine with ruthless efficacy, and blew another breath into her oxygen starved lungs, even as she fought against it. Six minutes in arrest.

Her arms strained against the bindings and he heard the velcro straps start to go, but she was just mindless and angry enough she didn't seem to understand what was keeping her stuck. She twisted her wrists and struggled until the skin was bruised and raw, but the straps held. They'd hold until they couldn't anymore. He considered a neck brace to try and hold her still enough to attach an ambu bag and actually intube her properly, but if he lessened his hold on her for even a moment, she'd snap and flounder, teeth chomping as they lunged for his flesh. The LUCAS had to be good enough. It was all he had. He stood there, bowed over her, filling her lungs. Each breath forced her chest to rise before it was again crushed under the LUCAS as it beat her heart over and over again. Every time he gave her oxygen, she made a wretched wheezing noise and used the breath as fuel to snarl wordlessly at him. Her legs kicked out, banging against the walls of the truck, scattering supplies tucked into corners. Her body tried to roll up and fight the machine as it relentlessly battered her dead heart.

"Please, stay still, Lu." He stroked his thumb against her cheek, trying to suppress the sobs he felt building behind his eyes. Every time the LUCAS pounded against her sternum, it forced what little air was left in her lungs out, often in a grunt or a a hollow rasp in the back of her poor, abused throat. “I got you, baby. I’m not giving up, not until I get you back.”

She snarled again, but the thumper kept cutting into her displeased noises. “Haaar-huk, graa-ack, huk-“

Ten minutes in arrest. Elijah looped his arm under her chin, pinning her in his bicep to keep her head still, and punched the pause button on the LUCAS. He slipped two fingers under his headlock to feel for her pulse, but the monitor returned to a flatline the moment the automatic compressions stopped. She was still dead even as she squirmed under the restraints.

“Come on, fucks sake, Lu. Give me something,” he muttered, slapping the resume button to once more fill the ambulance with the rhythmic zip, zip, zip noise. Her breasts bounced with the force, her hardened nipples drawing lines back and forth in the air. He breathed once more into the intubation tube. The machine forced the breath back out as soon as he’d given it. She didn’t stop her struggles, trying to fight the thing assaulting her motionless heart. He had to wonder if she felt it pushing stale blood through the chambers and ventricles. He could only imagine how much it must hurt to be conscious during CPR. Her ribcage had probably already been rendered into pudding by now. He could see the bruise where the plunger knocked again and again into her. “I’m sorry,” he found himself whispering.

Thirteen minutes in arrest.

He didn’t know how much more he could take. Seeing Luffy’s face contorted, empty even as it moved and made noise, was starting to break Elijah. Or at the very least break some vital piece of him. He ran his thumbs over her temples as tears silently slipped down the bridge of his nose and patted wetly on her face. She didn’t even flinch. There was nothing left of her in those diseased eyes. He held her still enough in another headlock to check her pupil reactivity, but they were fixed and blown wide with dilation. He didn’t know if that meant the virus was doing its job, or if she was beyond saving. Luffy rattled the gurney as she kicked again, thrashing her body as much as she could while being pinned down by the machine punching into her sternum over and over. Sixteen minutes. Sixteen minutes and absolutely zero electrical activity: her heart hadn’t even quivered. It simply lay silent and still while the rest of her kept moving.

Elijah sank into a crouch, holding onto the edge of her bed to keep himself from collapsing utterly. He heard Jonas radioing into the hospital, but he couldn’t focus on anything but the pitiful gasps and grunts Luffy made as the thumper pinned her beneath it. “Stay still, please God just stay still,” he begged her and felt tears spilling over. He couldn’t hold it back any longer. All he could do was sit there and shake with silent sobs. He couldn’t even focus enough to breathe for her. “Baby,” he rasped in a hoarse whisper, “Please… Jesus Christ, please…. Come back…”

“Eli,” Jonas called again for what had been the third time, but was the first time Elijah had heard him. “They say they’ve got some kind of antidote, they’ve tried it on a few of the infected.”

Elijah wiped tears and snot off in his upper arm. “Any results?” he asked, warbling. The greater part of him wanted to tell Jonas not to bother, that it was too late. That she was gone. The most an antidote would do would maybe put her down peacefully so she could rest easy. But there was that little kernel, that one errant thought that said maybe, maybe she could come back.

“A couple people have come back. Not totally, they think it might be brain damage from the time they spent without circulation. But they stop trying to rip people’s faces off.”

They’d been her life support since the moment she turned. Her heart had barely even been given a chance to stop in her chest. The LUCAS had good rates of spontaneous return of circulation; if anyone could come back, Luffy had been given the best chance.

“They know we’re coming?”

“They’re gonna meet us the second we pull in.”

He stared down into the silver discs of her eyes. She was still in there, somewhere. She had to be. “Hold on, Lu. I’m gonna get you back.”

[acaptainbyanyothername]

I have to credit @asamis-jodhpurs for this incredible meme they made about Spahr only discovering his feelings for Phineas when he thought Phineas was DEAD, because I think about that all the goddamn time. Like, the implications of him figuring out what Phineas meant to him and falling in love with a ghost is CRAZY.

It’s like… okay, you are Jonas Spahr. You had so many chances and you failed each one, but now you realize there were more chances you didn’t even realize you wanted until now, when it’s useless and too late. You think he’s met a horrifying end on an islet you abandoned him on. And the GUILT OF IT, to feel like you PERSONALLY FAILED this guy and all along he meant THIS MUCH to you. It was beyond mentor/mentee, beyond romance, this guy was literally your person and you just had your head too far up your own ass while he was fucking ALIVE to even realize it. You only realize how much he meant to you once he’s no longer there to know, and isn’t that so fucked up of you? One of the reasons he died was for your favor, something neither of you knew how much of it he had all along. And now he’s dead, no coming back from that, and it’s your fault, and you’re left with all this love and affection you can do jack shit with and probably wouldn’t have saved him anyways. You personally accelerated him to his death when you brought him into this society, and you had the audacity to believe you were saving him. You were the one who doomed him from the start, motherfucker, and your arrogance said that was doing him a favor. Everyone around you is telling you to get over him, when you just finally figured out what he meant to you.

But even with these intense feelings, even feeling the regret of opportunities missed, you know you couldn’t have done anything anyways. Even if you had been aware of these feelings when he was alive— you were Prime Consector, he was Adsecla. You were Valorous, he was Caenemous. While you did fail every chance you had, your failure was inevitable due to your respective places in society. It would never have worked, but regardless those problems seem so distant now that he’s dead and everything’s changed. It was doomed before it began, but the “what if” still haunts you— most of all, you just wish you could have saved him. You’re haunted by his ghost and on some level you want to be because the grief means you truly cared about this guy, and you’re no longer sure how many things you’ve actually truly cared about in your entire life.

And… maybe, just maybe, if somehow he’s actually alive, maybe you don’t actually want to be Consector or Valorous all that much anymore. Why choose to be torn from him a second time? Why not finally make the choice to do anything you can to save and protect him, in the way you failed to last time?

Well, sure is a shame he’s dead, and you’ll never get that second chance, oh wait who’s that in the Arca—

[chunkymamatam]

Hey hey! I just finished Sugar Apple Fairy Tale, because it was on my feed and now I'm obsessed <3

This has made me very curious about your dr, so I wanted to ask if you have any stories and who your favourite character is?

Also, where are you shifting to as of late? Personally, I've been obsessed with "Ranma (2024", so I'll be going there <3

-Reena

YES FINALLY

I hate Jonas so much I wanna strangle him like the Simpsons /hj Sugar Apple Fairy Tale is so underrated. I love Shoujo anime so much man.

Anyway, I do have stories but I was only there briefly so its not many. None of which are with the main cast lmfao. I own a lot of land and run a soap shop out of my home. My family there fucking died so I inherited their land and wealth. My property basically acts like a sanctuary for Fairies that have their wings back whether I gave it to them or they're on the run and it doesn't even look sus because everyone helps out for the most part. I accidentally birthed a few fairies /pf They're cute little strawberry babies and I love them. I drew them but I don't think I ever posted them.

Chyme was in such shitty shape.. God I'll never be over how fuck ass his hair was lmfao. Anyway These 5 are the most consistent on who stays in my home. The rest opt to stay in a few guest buildings I have on the property.

Bonnie is a sweet heart and so is Phanny. She's quiet and her voice is raspy. it's the cutest fucking thing I swear. They both prefer poofy ass frilly ass clothing. It's so precious I wanna scream. I would kill for them. They spend most of their time being nosy or running off and dancing together. Me and Chyme decided it was best to take them home with us when they first appeared because it was very dangerous and we didn't want them to get hurt. He suggested it but I think it was because he saw how worried I was lmfao

Marigold is a bit of an odd one to me. In a neutral way of course. I think she's still unsure of me which is fine and fair haha! She insists on working but I caught her staring at her wing and she looked so happy but she saw me and acted like I was gonna yell at her. I think they're just traumatized. Maybe one day they'll gather the courage to explore the world

Andrayus was born from an old tree. I don't know what creature gazed upon it. He's really quiet and a sweetheart. He helps with cooking and making the soaps. He's stronger than me so he can mix up bigger batches. He seems content. He still has both his wings too so I think he was just born when me and Chyme found him. He's pretty chill from what I can tell. High key bro looks like he gives good hugs. I should go back and ask for one.

Chyme, my beloved. He's a smartass, rough around the edges but he's caring. He's also really smart. He delegated himself my bodyguard. He still has moments where he thinks I might do something awful but I would never hold that against him. I was curious about Bonnie and Fru's wings so I asked to touch them. He panicked when I reached for them. I obviously stopped to make sure he was okay and to try and calm him down. I had to reassure him that I would never. He's actual as old as Lafall so that a LONG time of trauma. I have a lot of Chyme stories pfff

As for my Favorite character in the anime. It's actually really predictable lmfao It's Challe or Anne, Mythril Lid Pod is a close second.

I haven't been shifting anywhere recently unfortunately I tried to go to Bungo Stray Dogs last night though. I started watching That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime and I might try to go there too.

[latibulater]

The Venture Bros Rewatch notes: Careers in Science

gonna start a new reblog chain every two episodes so they dont become too long. this one is a doozy to me. SO much of s7 is scraped from this one episode

I can't stop imaging the implications of Venture Industries going from being a fairly sized cutting-edge company that had over 2000 employees just on the Gargantua 1 (so way more on earth), to having absolutely zero staff and their main HQ building in NY closing (to become the impossible building (and then impossible industries crashing when he goes evil (and tHEN VENTECH CRASHING [literally!!!] after JJ dies (i just think that scraper is cursed))))

I love how Brock is in sweats and a beanie. He saw those dorky spacesuits and said absolutely fucking not

Also, the opening conversation between Brock and Baldavich is SO funnnnnnny. This woman hasn't had sex in 6 years at least and is getting off on guiding a rocket into a space station.

okay i dont care about bud as a character but he'd be a great inciting incident imagine if he had interpreted the Morse and opened the machine and saw Jonas - and THAT was why Rusty and Brock were called up to the Gargantua 1 during this episode

we know Bud was the paperboy on Gargantua 1, so he has essentially been on that space station since Jonas died, for the past twenty whole years. Not straight, literally, but still, jesus. Mentally at least. I'm actually surprised he wasn't able to remember Morse code and decipher the blinks of the Problem Machine. i imagine it was incredibly traumatic and that why he hasn't led a life in any other way, he's still a paperboy twenty years later.

Bud thinking Brock is dr. venture is hilarious it reminds me of fullmetal alchemist. if we want to be gay, he COULD

what is WITH brock's shorts over his sweatpants wtf on earth. so superman

Doc never even took the pills before he hit his head on the console after the gravity was turned back on. i TRULY think he was talking to Jonas' consciousness. the conversation between them is so funny. "youre a hallucination" "fine maybe. but even if im a hallucination im still your dad. what did you do to my space station"

the way hank and dean get so mad and upset when they think doc is dead its actually very touching and sad when you think about how at this point theyre still being endlessly cloned

"you were just flipping switch. think! cmon tiny wonder, you helped me build this thing." "i was just a kid i just wanted to play cowboys and indians, who lets a ten year old help build a space station anyways!"

hank and dean thinking brock is wrestling the phantom space man, and then fucking the phantom space man, they just took it on the chin and assumed immediately Brock would have sex with a man

"oh rusty you don't need diet pills, you just need to figure some things out. remember lad, the solution was in you all the time." either rusty is hallucinating jonas saying that or the man's bodiless head really is trying to encourage his son.

either way it speaks a lot to their relationship. i feel like verbally jonas was very upbeat and forceful optimism, and it was his actions endangering rusty and lack of emotional care that really traumatized rusty as a child

"he has a huge mushroom, does he have a smurf living in it!" i laughed

"you already took it! in the lap! from...not! me!" laughed so much

rusty's childhood toys gunking up the gargantua 1 console. there is a metaphor living in here somewhere

the way bud talks is so old fashioned even for the show. he's got to be the same age as rusty yet he talks like professor impossible or even more anachronistically. maybe baldavich has only been there for 6 years, but bud has been manning the station for multiple tours on end and has only old media to entertain himself with

i love the little zhu-zhu-zhu-zhu-zhuuuuu music its only in the very early episodes

"oh man whats it like being a giant liar"

the suit pee dripping....SO GROSS yet as an animator lover i appreciate it

overall i really do love this episode. first one without racism, thank god above. the joke of baldavich being super ugly is lame, but its tamer than in its always sunny in philadelphia with the way dee is treated like a bird.

i seriously am trying to wrap my head around what it would be like if jonas had actually been recovered in season one. so much character development not done, so much just hasn't happened yet would it even matter? would it be better for jonas jr to be born after jonas comes back to life or after?

tiny bit off track, but i keep picturing an alternate universe where rusty and jj are born at the same time and jonas is still disabled but more interested in science but stuck at home whereas rusty is terrified but able bodied and expected to follow their father everywhere. rusty being a big brother.........

[atomicbird101]

December 27th, 2270, 11:37 PM

Dad’s clinic

I don’t even remember what was being said. All I remember is the faint glow of the third day of Christmas coming to pass – a small tree on an end table in the corner by reception, holiday lights strung along the outside of the window, and Bing Crosby singing softly through Dad’s Pip-Boy for an added layer of ambience. I think it was Jonas that sent us all into that laughing fit before the clinic door whooshed open and I saw Butch DeLoria in a state that would forever change the way I saw him as he hoisted his unconscious mother into the room.

“DOC!” he cried. “It’s my ma! She had too much! She’s not saying anything, she ain’t moving, and I dunno what to do!”

It was the first time I had ever seen anything resembling terror on his face. His eyes were wide and wet, but not nearly big enough to hold the tears that poured down his cheeks, and his hands were too tightly gripping his mother’s wrists and keeping her arms around his shoulders to wipe them away. His whole body was shaking, both from the fear and the exhaustion of being just freshly thirteen and having to drag a grown woman all the way there from the lower levels.

“I’ve got her, son,” said Dad as he gently took her from his arms. “Jonas, we’ll probably need the stomach pump. Robbyn, I need you to sit outside with Butch. Can you do that for me, sweetie?”

I nodded. Not even so much as a “Got it” or a squeak. I couldn’t make a single sound. All I could do was gently grab his arm and pull him out of the room, after which he wrenched his arm away.

“Get the FUCK off me, Nosebleed!”

“I–I’m sorry–”

“Aww, I’m sowwy! You’re pathetic! I don’t need some bullshit pity from you! Get away from me!”

“But my dad said–”

“I don’t give a shit what your stupid fucking dad said! I don’t need you!”

His cruelty was a tough front, I knew it, and I was starting to wonder just how often he kept up that front. Did he always feel the need to look stronger so that nobody could see just how scared he was on the inside?

“Butch, I think you need someone.”

“Shut up.”

“Please, I know you must be scared.”

“Shut the hell UP.”

“Look, I don’t know what I did to make you hate me so much, and right now, I don’t care. I just – I’m here for you, and I just wanna help.”

“SHUT UP!!!”

God, I can still hear his pubescent voice cracking in his screams of rage.

“Do you have any idea what it’s like to have a mom who’d rather drink herself to death than be there for you on your fucking birthday?! No! No, you have no idea! You’ve just got your stupid, supportive dad who stepped up when your mom died – mine just gave up! Both my folks! I don’t have a damn daddy to save the day because I never even had a dad! God, I’d fucking kill for a dad like yours!”

After his wrath echoed off the steel walls of Vault 101, Butch and I sat in a silence so thick you could cut it with his broken switchblade before he saw me still standing beside him and finally asked the one question on his mind that he could never ask anyone.

“What’s wrong with me? Why don’t they want me?”

Butch broke down into a sobbing heap on the floor. What could I do? What was I supposed to do? The only thing I could think to do was to kneel down and place a shaking hand on his back, gently, so as to not frighten him or cause him to lash out at me again. It was a risk, but for once in my life, when I saw Butch DeLoria, I saw a scared kid just like me.

“I… I don’t know. It’s not fair.”

He continued to sob on the floor.

“It’s not fair,” I repeated, searching for the right words to say, because as cruel of a bastard he was to me, seeing him like this brought me no joy. This misery was heavy enough on my heart, I couldn’t handle the thought of even my greatest enemy bearing it tenfold on his own.

“Get outta here, Freckles. I don’t fucking need you.”

“Someone’s gotta be here for you. And, look, I know we’re not friends by any means, but let me be here for you, okay? I’m not leaving you like this. Just talk about your favorite Unstoppable, or that leather jacket you like, or your switchblade or something!”

“You know about my switchblade?”

“Dude,” I chuckled. “That was practically your recess show-and-tell for, like, a year. Until it got broken, anyway.”

Butch winced in embarrassment as he pulled it out of his pocket, although, when he pressed the button, he had to swing the blade out like a plastic “laser sword”.

“Yeah. It doesn’t do the flicky thing anymore. And it doesn’t stay open, either.”

He held the knife blade towards the ceiling, it sheathed back into itself as the blade fell, and in an instant, my father’s words from two and a half years ago whispered back to me:

“Do you know how hard it is to find a spring that small? Good thing Butch misplaced that switchblade of his! Ha!”

Now, it had just so happened that I found a spring in an old toolbox and had been saving it in case I ever needed to replace Toothpick’s in my bb gun, and I patted my pocket just to make sure it was still in there before I made a decision I wasn’t quite sure if I’d come to regret one day.

“Lemme see it.”

“What?”

“Give it, I just wanna see something,” I said, wedging the spring between my lips as I reached for my multi-tool that I got from Stanley two days prior and started unscrewing the casing on the switchblade. “Okay, don’t panic, I’m seeing if maybe I can fix the flicky-flicky.”

In truth, I had never seen the insides of an out-the-front switchblade before, nor any switchblade, for that matter, but fixing things was always like a jigsaw puzzle to me – this part goes here, that part goes there, and viola, you’ve got a single, cohesive unit. Besides, I always found the science behind it to be fascinating. (AN: Okay, maybe Butch is right. I really am a fucking nerd.) So, as I poked and prodded around the interior, I identified the dangling blade catches, the sliding mechanism, and the locking gates, and attached the spring to the catches before piecing everything together and screwing it shut loosely. When I pulled the switch down with my thumb, the blade shot out as designed, and Butch’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Happy birthday, I guess. Just don’t do anything stupid,” I chuckled as I screwed the plates shut tighter and handed it back to him with a smile. I always used to see so much anger in his eyes, but it had disappeared just for that moment, and it only made his kiss that much more surreal.

It was sudden, to say the least, and I think our teeth bumped against each other, but it was still my first kiss, and he held me so delicately, too. I never expected Butch, of all people, to hold me like one wrong move would shatter me, and it was thrilling to live out this scene in Beatrice’s old trashy romance novels, and much like in the stories, time seemed to stop at a standstill when he pulled away to look at me. He even gave me a kiss on the forehead.

“Yeah. Uh, thanks, Nosebleed.”

“Uh huh…”

About then, my dad stepped out to tell us that his mom was on the mend and would be discharged in the morning, and he instructed us to get each other home safe and sound. We walked home together, hand in hand, and hugs were exchanged when he stopped at my door, down the hall from his. 

However, the next day, Butch pretended that whatever happened between us had never happened. We still fistfought between classes, he stuck gum in my hair, and he made it a point to call me a loser every single day, so perhaps he thought it best that that night’s occurrences be forgotten and never discussed, and perhaps I was angry and spiteful enough to play along, but there was a sort of mutual respect that weighed on our confrontations, which, over the years nearly felt like a game we would play until the days we’d cross a line and convince ourselves we hated each other once more.

But we didn’t. For some reason, we couldn’t. We’d back off if we needed space, anyway, like a silent apology that has to stew for a day or two, and the cycle would repeat.

[keldae]

On a small college campus, it didn't take long for rumours to start flying. Naturally, Jonas was the instigator of such things – a little word to Mako that his roommate was seeing a pretty girl, and it became campus news.

Somehow, Xaja didn't notice this. 

If she'd been aware of the rumours starting to swirl around her dorm, perhaps she would have been a little less eager to go visit her cute neighbour across the hall. But in her moment of panic, her dismayed screech stifled as her laptop bluescreened, her mind went fairly blank.

“Shit!” Kira exclaimed as she eyed her roommate's computer and the Blue Screen Of Death. “Weren't you in the middle of a paper, too?”

“Yes,” Xaja all but wailed. “And it's the one for Doctor Shan. Fuck me, I need this thing functioning!”

Kira had a thought of someone else who'd probably appreciate that particular invitation more, but kept it to herself. Xaja wouldn't appreciate the teasing about their cute neighbour while in such a moment of panic. “‘Kay, we have a couple neighbours across the hall who are in computer science. Hopefully one of them is home.”

“God, I hope so,” Xaja groaned, unplugging her malfunctioning laptop and getting to her feet. She hurried out of her and Kira's room, knocking frantically on Theron and Jonas’ door. Please, one of you be home… and please, neither of you with ‘company’... She had no interest in interrupting Jonas if he was in the middle of ‘entertaining’ a girl, and the mere idea of Theron being with someone else made a spark of jealousy bloom in her chest.

The door cracked open, and Theron himself poked his head out, confusion in his amber eyes. A second later, he smiled. “Hey there. What's up?”

“Oh, thank God you're here!” Xaja quickly said. “Help!”

Theron's brow creased in a frown. “What's up–?” Xaja turned her bluescreened computer to face him, and his eyes widened. “Oooh shit. Okay, yeah, I can probably fix this. Gimme.” He took the laptop out of Xaja's hands and retreated into the room, holding the door open for her to follow him inside. “Take a seat, this might take a while. Sorry about the mess.”

“I can excuse almost any mess,” Xaja said, relief making her knees weak as she took a seat on the bed Theron pointed to. “I've got two younger brothers, and you're saving my sanity along with my computer.”

Theron shot her a grin. “Okay, yeah, you get it then. Hang tight.” He set the laptop down on his desk and quickly took a seat in front of it, pushing his own computer out of the way. “What were you doing when it died?”

“Working on a paper for the guest lecturer Professor Din brought in this week, and listening to music in the background,” Xaja answered, anxiously watching as Theron forced her computer to a hard restart. “Nothing too strenuous.” She looked up as the door to the shared bathroom opened and Jonas stepped out, yawning. “Hey,” she said in greeting.

Jonas paused, looking back and forth between Xaja and Theron. “Am I interrupting anything?” he asked, a slow grin on his face. “I can go…”

“Nothing like that,” Theron growled out, although Xaja noted his ears were starting to turn red. “I'm tech support today.” He pressed a key, booting into what Xaja thought was the BIOS of her laptop. “Okay, baby, what's going on with you…” he murmured.

“Tech support?” Jonas asked, tilting his head as he sat down on his bed.

“Blue Screen Of Death,” Xaja answered. “And I have a paper due tomorrow for Doctor Shan!” She didn't notice Theron do a slight double-take at the mention of the guest lecturer.

Jonas winced in sympathy. “Worst timing! Isn't she that guest speaker Professor Din brought in this week?”

“The very same,” Xaja confirmed. “And she's rewarding a bursary for the best paper, and I could really use that bursary…”

“No pressure,” Theron absently said, still fussing with the BIOS of Xaja's laptop. “I'll get your computer back up and cooperating. Don't you worry.”

“Pretty sure he'll put in a good word for you with Doctor Shan too,” Jonas added with a grin. “If he ever accepts that invitation of hers to go for lunch.”

Xaja paused, frowning. “Why would Doctor Shan be inviting you for lunch, Theron?”

Theron looked up from the laptop to scowl at Jonas (who just grinned cheerfully back), then sighed. “She, uh… she's my bio-mom.”

Xaja felt her eyes widen comically. “Doctor Shan is your mom?”

“What, you never connected ‘Theron Shan’ with ‘Doctor Satele Shan’?” Jonas asked with a smirk. 

“In all fairness, ‘Shan’ is a super common name,” Theron pointed out. “And I don't think I look a ton like her.”

“Hmmm.” Xaja looked at Theron (or rather, at the back of his head and shoulders), putting the mental image of his face beside the memory of Doctor Shan's. “She mentioned she had a son attending here, but she didn't say it was you…”

“Our relationship is… complicated,” Theron admitted. “She didn't come back in the picture until I was in high school – my grandfather raised me. She was too busy with all her international work to do more than send birthday and Christmas gifts for most of my childhood.”

“... I feel like I just broached a sensitive subject,” Xaja slowly said. “Sorry – I didn't realize it was a touchy subject.”

Theron shrugged. “You didn't know. Don't get me started on my bio-dad – he didn't know I existed until last year.”

“That was a whole thing,” Jonas agreed. “Nice guy, your dad, but he low-key intimidates me. So does your mom, come to think of it. How did you not inherit ‘mildly intimidating’ from either of your parents?”

Theron flipped Jonas off without looking at him. “I swear I'll sign you up for some obscure fetish email list again.”

“Rude.” Jonas stood up, dramatically throwing a hand over his brow. “I can tell when I'm not wanted.”

“Unless you're helping fix this bluescreen,” Theron growled out, “kindly fuck off with your helpful commentary?”

“Fine, then I will. Maybe I'll go out for lunch with your mom instead.” Jonas pulled his shoes on and started heading for the door. “Since her only son doesn't seem interested in seeing her…”

“You are not going out for lunch with my mother!” Theron snapped. “Can't you go find a freshie to hit on or something?”

“You spoil all my fun,” Jonas complained. “Xaja, tell him he's a killjoy!”

“Don't you go dragging me into this!” Xaja yelped, looking back and forth between Jonas (who looked entirely too pleased with this situation) and Theron (who had turned to give Jonas a murderous glare). 

“Come on,” Jonas cajoled. “Doctor Shan's hot, isn't she?”

“Theron's being nice enough to fix my computer,” Xaja retorted. “Of course I'm going to side with him – no hitting on his mom! Besides, Doctor Shan isn't my type.”

Theron twisted around in his chair to give Xaja a grin, one that made her heart race a little bit. “Knew I liked you for a reason,” he said, winking at her before turning back to the laptop.

Jonas dramatically sighed and sauntered toward the door. “You two are made for each other. I'm gonna go find something to do – have fun!”

Not wanting to admit how her heart sped up even more at Jonas’ comment about her and Theron being made for each other, Xaja watched as the other student left, then looked back at Theron. “If you decide to strangle him, I can help hide the body. I watch enough true crime shows...”

A snorted laugh came from the computer. “I'll bring the shovel and tarps, you get the ropes and scout out a good location to dump him. But the first priority is fixing your computer. We can plot murder after.”

Xaja grinned, then got up from Theron's bed, stealing Jonas’ desk chair and dragging it over to sit beside him. “Sorry if I'm interrupting your own studying with this.”

“Don't worry about it,” Theron quickly assured her. “I'd rather be doing you a favour than working on Doctor Trant's coding project.” He shot her a grin. “I still owe you one for letting me sleep on your floor the other week.”

“We're even now,” Xaja laughed. “At least until the next time Jonas kicks you out for the night.”

“Which will hasten his demise,” Theron muttered. “Okay, I'm going to run a couple of processes that'll take some time, but should recalibrate the glitch that gave you the BSOD…”

For a second, Xaja thought she could quite literally kiss Theron for fixing her computer. But wait, that would be entirely too forward of her to do that. He hadn't said anything that made her think he was interested in her in that way – and a handsome, charming, endearingly awkward guy like him? There was no way he was single. No, kissing him was entirely out of the question. So she instead settled for beaming at him. “You're a literal lifesaver, Theron. Thank you!”

The grin she got back sent butterflies rushing through her stomach. “Anytime.”

***

Jonas barely waited for Kira's “Yeah?” after he knocked on her door before letting himself into the room across the hall, inelegantly flopping into what had to be Xaja's desk chair. The taller redhead looked up from her textbook. “Theron gets to be the hero of the day? Or is he gonna make Xaja actually cry for her computer?”

“Theron's got an uncanny touch with making BSODs fix themselves. I'm sure he'll get Xaja's laptop fixed up. Maybe she'll kiss him out of gratitude and he'll figure out she likes him.” Jonas grinned impishly at Kira's snort. “I'm a closet romantic at heart, what can I say?”

“You're also delusional. I've known Xaja long enough to know she's so chicken with making moves on cute guys – and she definitely thinks he's cute.” Kira smirked. “Unless Theron charges for his tech support in kisses or dates, she'll never make a move on him.”

Jonas groaned. “And Theron doesn't want to girlfriend-zone a girl he likes as a friend, even if he's pining for her. Maybe I should threaten to hit on her if he doesn't make a move…”

“I think they'd both kill you,” Kira laughed. “I'll keep trying to encourage her to flirt with him. He can't be so oblivious that he misses a pretty girl hitting on him, right?”

“You haven't known Theron long enough if you think that.” Jonas sighed, then dug his phone out of his pocket and texted Thexan. <Can you be a creep for a second?>

Thexan's response came back a minute later. <Whyyyy…?>

<Left Theron and Xaja alone in our room, wanna know if anything's happening.>

<... You're asking me to go listen for sex noises from the bathroom? Are you for real?>

<Come on, I know you're as invested in these two idiots as I am!>

Thexan's response took a few minutes longer. <Invoked ‘older twin’ rights and made Arcann do it. He says ‘fuck you’, and also he heard nothing but Theron trying to explain computer shit to Xaja.>

Jonas sighed in annoyance at his oblivious (or chicken-shit) roommate. <Thanks.> That done, he looked up at Kira and shook his head. “Well, so much for leaving them alone. The twins didn't report anything happening that they heard.”

“You planning on just hanging out in here while waiting for those two to be done?” Kira asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Nope. I'm going to utilize some drastic measures.” Jonas stood back up. “Doctor Shan is still getting meals at the cafeteria with the rest of faculty, right?”

“Yeeeeeessss?” Kira slowly answered, tilting her head.

“Excellent.” Jonas grinned and turned for the door. “Don't tell Theron, but I'm gonna get his mom involved in this.”

“Doctor Shan is Theron's mom?” Kira blinked, then shrugged. “Yeah, okay, I can see it.” She looked over at Jonas as he started opening the door. “You know he's gonna kill you if he finds out, right?”

“What he doesn't know won't hurt me,” Jonas called back, waving over his shoulder and smirking as he left the room. “Toodles!"

“... Did you just say ‘toodles’?” Kira asked incredulously as the door closed behind Jonas, saving him from having to answer her. He chuckled, then started sauntering down the dorm hallway. Doctor Shan was a very diplomatic sort, from what he'd heard and seen of her. Maybe she could help drop Theron some subtle hints.

And if not… well, this would still be entertaining as hell for Jonas, and the rest of the dorm.

[horrorsequel]

KYLE DO NOT READ THIS VENTURE BROS SPOILERS

Sorry saw image of Malcolm and blacked out cos like okay. He found out uh his dad was a robot and then fucking immediately watched that robot die. Huh whuh and never said shit abt it. I’m fucking fine and normal for sure I definitely am not going to be thinking abt this so much that I already started writing aNOTHER fic last week to deal with it. Cos I’m fine.

God I’m so fucking cringe ass …28 year old writing fanfic. About cartoons. Ugh kills dies maims

ANYWAY fucking uh okay. Dad was a robot dad was turned into a robot by the dad of the guy u spent ur entire career trying to thwart. All this shit started before u were even born. There was no choice for u. Ventures are your enemies ventures were ur dads enemies Jonas killed ur dad BOTH TIMES. and can u even feel anything about it except the same thing you always felt which is just wishing u had known him. But u never did. How much do u remember. Ur life with him was so short and he wasn’t a,ways around and u lost him in such a traumatic incident that also took ur mother and it’s like how much of ur life before that got blown out of ur brain by that. It would have been hard to remember anyway HOW MUCH DO U REMEMBER MALCOLM. what other relatives were there? Like after the summer of the monarchs. U got ur money but like what else did u get? Cos the house was fucked up lol how long was it abandoned. And like who took care of him. Staff? Did he have a little boy king lord of the manor thing going?

Idk I’m freaked and fricked we never hear Malcolm talk abt his mom and he says very little abt his dad and it’s all very sort of like… does he talk abt him like that cos he doesn’t like thinking abt him for the obvious reasons so it’s easier to put emotional distance there or does he talk abt him like that cos there really is emotional distance cos he doesn’t fucking remember the guy anyway so who cares

And then there’s uh. “Daddy?”

And that’s too much. I want to throw up. His dad… his daddy. He was so little. AUGH KMS why do I give a shit.

Idk I like the monarch a lot. I don’t wanna whump him or whatever I know it’s maybe a little annoying to think so hard abt the hidden inner thoughts and emotions of a silly little guy esp when his main thoughts and emotions are all defined by trying to fuck up the life of a bald idiot but yeah. Idk family stuff always fucks me up hence why I got into vbros in the first place.

[the-lil-exorcist]

Numb to the Feeling|| Solo

TIMING: A couple of days after To Know Death LOCATION: The Ballard's back Porch. SUMMARY: Lil and Jameson have a heart to heart.  CONTENT WARNINGS: Parental Death Tw, Sibling Death (implied) Tw, Alcoholism Tw (Alcohol used for coping)

Lil wasn’t doing well, leaning on her back porch steps, her head leaning on the post as a hand was clutching a half-empty bottle of whiskey she was taking sips out of watching the quiet night. 

Her mom was dead. Even if the others' fate wavered for the moment, her mom was dead. June Ballard, who never had a bad word to say to anyone, who loved with her whole heart was dead. She died trying to save her children, and Lil didn’t know where she was anymore. 

She was dead and Lil was ruinous.  

Hell she couldn’t even look at herself in the mirror anymore without remembering how much she looked like her. It was almost mocking in a way, that she should look so much like the woman who wasn’t there. She wondered if this was what people who didn’t believed in ghosts thought of when someone said they looked haunted. 

She sat there awhile, not wanting to face anyone. The urge to run and hide was strong and only matched by the fact she knew she couldn’t. 

“There you are,” She heard a soft lilting voice say the tall man crouching down to look at her. She didn’t turn her head to see Jamie, but she could feel his eyes on her. She didn’t look up at his face, not wanting to see pity or anything else. It was quiet for a moment as he decided what he needed to do.

“Move you’re too little to take up all that space,” He huffed tapping at her leg until she scooted over grabbing the bottle from her hand before she could protest. “Really? Jim Beam - You’re breaking my heart over here, Lil’ Lady.” She snorted despite herself - something that seemed to encourage the man who poked at her cheek taking a swig of the whiskey anyway. “Christ - I’ll get you a bottle of Jameson when you have a breakdown. Okay? It’s what was in the house. Also stop fucking calling me that.” 

There was a chuckle from Jamie, something not as light as normal. He was examining her, she could tell his green eyes trained on her face trying to see the bits of her she was trying to hide. 

It was annoying, but Lil couldn’t even begin to protest. Not really. Besides Jonas, Jamie had been a constant in her younger life, and one of the only people outside her family she could never seem to push away. Girlfriends, Friends - hell even her own family to some extent she had managed to push back. To tell them not to come in, do not disturb.

And yet here he was sitting waiting for her to try again. The same way she had tried with her brother texting him that he should leave if he wanted too. 

There was quiet before Lil spoke, a silence that seemed filled with a patient waiting. She knew that he wouldn’t speak. “I - appreciate everything you’ve been doing, Jamie but - you shouldn’t be around here anymore. You should go back to Boston now that Jonas is feeling better. I - don’t want you to be pulled into this too. Besides, I know you're huffy about having to stay around so I mean if anything it’ll be good to leave right? Don’t need to keep annoying you for no reason.” It was what he had been waiting for, Lil trying to distance herself again. She was good at that, being everyone’s darling and no one’s daughter. Someone who was easy to call on when you needed help, but not a person who would reach out herself. It always annoyed him, the wall she put in between herself and anyone that wasn’t directly blood related, but it was one that he had figured out long ago what it was. She was scared. She was scared and she was trying to burn bridges so he’d go. 

Searching for something Jamie was quiet for a moment taking another swig. 

“Well I’m not leaving you now,” He said with a sigh messing up her hair fondly frowning when she didn’t protest. “Just because your fucking annoying Lil, doesn’t mean you’re gonna get away with pushing me away. Stop it. I’m staying and that’s final. Now tell me what’s really going on.” 

She paused and sighed a trembling in her words as she said, “I don’t think I’m going to make it out of this Jamie. I have a bad feeling about all of this.” It was something she wouldn’t talk about with Jonas - a feeling of fear strong and sharp. It was a weakness she didn’t want to fester in her but under the anger it was there a twinge of realizing that she could die too. She was only mortal. 

It felt silly that now that she feared for her life, given her life up to now she had spent about 28 years acting like she couldn’t die. She spent her time knowing death was just across the way and yet only now did she really truly think about the consequences of it. If she died, Jonas would be alone. If she died she’d never find her mom and possibly the others and bury them properly. If she died this bitter anger was for nothing. She didn’t prove anything. 

Maybe that was it. Before now, Lil didn’t fear death because she didn’t realize she had something left to prove. That she wanted something - She wanted to finally feel like it was worth it. The ideas spinned in her brain as she sat there quietly waiting for a laugh or a snarky remark. If she was really unlucky she’d see some sort of pity that would break her. Tell her that it was true. That she really did all of this for nothing.  

“You will, Lil,” He finally said softly sighing and wrapping his arm around her shoulder for a moment. “You’re not going to be alone again, and you’re not going to get away with running again. That’s true. You’re going to have to stay and face this fear, but you will. You will fucking live and if I have to drag you back from hell so be it.” He said, feeling how his friend trembled under his hand he said gently, “You’re going too because Jonas needs you. You are going too because deep down you know that you can’t quit and walk away. You’re going to do it, because your a fucking pain in the ass and too stubborn to die.” There was a pause, a shuddering of a breath that Jamie chose to ignore as he felt her taking back the bottle of whiskey, a smile playing on his lips. “There you go, Lil. See? And I’ll stay around town until all this is sorted. Hell, I’ll even help your sorry ass on the exorcisms.” 

Lil took another sip the whiskey finally biting again and sighed nodding lightly. The anger still filled her mouth making everything feel harsh and haunted, but it would do. She would get either peace or revenge in the end, and she was still not sure about afterwards.

“You’re funeral,” She eventually muttered not unkindly as she heard Jamie chuckle - something loud and boisterous as he clapped her back. 

“There she is - the little terror of the New England area. Come on let's go get you drunk and less sad -, lil lady,” He said narrowly missing a slap to the back of his head as chuckled and moved to pull her back onto her feet. 

[avemusica]

hihihiii . since i got to tell u abt enstars do u wanna talk abt oxenfree since all i know abt it is that someone has blue hair and pronouns

I WOULD TY MWAH KISSING YOU ok so . blue hair & pronouns is the protagonist her names alex the game opens with her on a boat trip w her childhood friend ren + her recently acquired stepbrother jonas to edwards island 4 a yearly quote unquote bash on the beach that ppl do but literally no one else went except them + two girls (nona and clarissa) and since they caught the last ferry theyre stuck together 4 the night on an essentially deserted island . FUN . neways we learn through exposition that a) throughout the years ppl have reported freaky shit involving caves on the beach with radio frequencies & they brought a radio 2 test them out and b) the islands oldest living resident (maggie adler) died about three days prior to their visit and c) there was a military submarine called the kanaloa that was sunk in wwii that killed 97 people inside OKAY . moving on . theyre playing truth or slap (truth or dare but no dares and u get 2 slap some1 if they lie) stuff happens ren has a crush on nona etc etc clarissa chooses 2 be a cunt and ask why alexs parents divorced & we learn that alex had a brother named michael who died + throughout other flashbacks in the game we see that clarissa and michael were dating, he drowned on a lake trip with alex who was unable to help since she cant swim & clarissa blames her 4 his death its a whole thing they make me insane MOVING ON . CAVES in the caves you do some radio signal bullshit BAM theres . some fucked up floating triangle that speaks in radio voice clips . & is kind of possessing them as vessels . occasionally theres time loops bc theyre trying 2 keep them there as long as possible 4 the possession 2 be successful . FUN ok the triangle is actually a dimensional rift connected 2 all of the people who died on aforementioned submarine that were separated from existence in a void outside of time and space theyre called the sunken okok shenanigans occur everyones on every corner of the island clarissa is the most posessed throughout & kills herself twice but dw shes fine ANYWAYS . after much plot they find maggie adlers plans 4 closing the rifts since she was part of the reason the submarine was sunk in the first place & had been studying them they have 2 cross over to the other side of the rift & tune the radio from there BUT while shes there the ghosts try 2 bargain with alex that theyll spare her & her friends if she lets them have clarissa therefore erasing her from existence & its either that or have that happen 2 Alex herself and then the ending is determined by the player there r several different endings & then at the end when alex is recounting how everything ended how ppl are doing after the island etc etc theres a glitch thing that happens whenever theres a time loop & she starts talking abt how she needs 2 catch the ferry and pick up jonas the whole game is a loop in itself WOO ok . anyways i loveeeee the characters in this game theyre so . teenagers & i love how like !! theyre all trapped by grief alex and clarissa are stuck in this endless antagonism bc thwyre both grieving the same person the sunken persist bc theyre grieving their own lives that were cut short & theres this scene at the end right b4 alex has 2 make the final choicethats just !!!!! the parallels !!!!!!!!! explodes !!!!!!!!!! uhhhh i love this game its 7yrs old now she is like a child to me . heartemoji

[foxedthecards]

It's been long enough, hasn't it? A couple months camped out on his couch, eating the expiring food at the back of his fridge, staring at people walking past his hotel window like a freak. Being asked on multiple occasions what's wrong with her, if anything is bothering her, reassurance that she can talk to him. Surely it's okay to say something by now, isn't it?

Even though there's a very good chance he'll stare at her like he's a deer frozen on the highway in the dead of night and she's a semi-truck barrelling down that highway dead straight at him.

Yeah. Yeah, right now in the middle of watching reruns of Wheel of Fortune is a good time to rip off this band-aid, shed some light on her sudden collapse down a deep, dark hole in the ground and why she's been spending so much time sleeping on his sofa.

It's far more simple than it appears to be, in the end.

"My sister died," she says, rather suddenly, looking down at her shoes because that's the most comfortable place for her to be looking right now. Her tone sounds about as dead as her sister apparently is now. "And I'm the reason it happened."

@the-haunted-office

Jonas was comfortable enough around Doomsday now that he was in the habit of just flopping up against her anytime they were sitting on the couch together. That's what he was doing now, one leg drawn up on the couch, one stretched out, his back against Doomsday's side. He'd not been paying a lot of attention to the reruns but figured Doomsday had been enjoying them and he was doing what he usually did, keeping his hands busy with cards, idly going through some flourishes and palming.

Then she just says that. And boy does she rip that bandage right off. Out of the blue, no preamble or anything. It sounds so flat and lifeless for something that ought to be so heavy with unspoken emotions. His hands froze, cards spilling from them onto his stomach as his head turned to look up at her in bewilderment.

" What? " he asked softly. He quickly shifted himself around, brushing the cards off and turning his body so that he could sit beside Doomsday and his hand immediately came out, taking hers and curling tightly around it. " I mean no wait. I-I heard what you said. Uhm don't bite me please..." He's learned the hard way that Doom does this sometimes. " Doom...oh shit. That's why you've been acting this way? Oh. Ohhhhh. "

He studies her intensely as she stares down at her shoes. He doesn't say anything for a minute. The fuck CAN you say about something like that? But eventually he tries.

" Doom...how did it happen? " he asks softly.

[starkeygirls]

my thoughts on part 2 below!! :

idk i feel very strongly about the pregnancy plot and i do not think it was needed. i think all it did was kill time in episodes where everyone asked if sarah was okay.

i think if we wanted a dramatic story kie should have been pregnant. very degrassi but THATS dramatic. THATS putting me on the edge of my seat.

none of the characters were crying when jj died. kie had alligator tears and everyone else just looked like they had gas.

i truly don’t feel like we had a good jj plot, i do not believe that this was the plan from the beginning. jonas pate said “how do we hurt jj we make him a kook.” *buzzer noise* WRONG! you have hurt him every season. his dad abuses him, he has no where to go, he nearly dies, once again has no where to go, finds out his mother was actually murdered, the father he’s known his whole life signed something to fuck him and his friends over… BOO! leaving him in morocco is TRASH! i understand they can’t fly him back, no passports, they’re continuing on to get revenge but they can’t even VISIT HIM.

i hope we see more of sofia next season. respectfully get your man. i am an absolute slut for rafe with a pogue especially sofia. idk no further comments your honor.

TW: mentions of abortion and religion in the next lil paragraph

i am not religious but i felt weird ties to religion this season they didnt even CONSIDER abortion, it could have at least been a CONVERSATION. i also felt a weird tie to JESUS WHEN THEY WERE HIDING FROM THE STORM? like hiding out there’s a cradle … idk WEIRD. i didn’t like it. i do not like the pregnancy plot at all this was a silly lil treasure hunting boat show.

to be so truthful i was so excited after watching part 1. and i feel like part 2 really let me down.

my overall ranking now is:

season 1

season 4 pt 1

season 2

season 3

season 4 pt 2

season 3 i am so sorry i ever trashed talked you!!

[karmareign03]

(Jonas)

Ang lakas ahhh 😃

24/7 yung radar ahhh 😃

Kala mo di nag damo ahhh 😃

Ulul tang ina mo adik ka sa puke 😹 (Zaito)

Sa validation ni crush nagpapa bebe pa

Bad boy ampota lambing pala gusto

Sad boy ampota lambi pala Diyos mo

Dejk lng

Brainrot that fucks together rocks forever

Ayan ganyan kinalabasan(Blkd)

Tanong ko lang bat ang tapang nyo pag ang dami nyo? (ej)

Kung di pa ako tatangkilik sayo di ka mabubuhay tang ina mo

Isa pa to si evil grimace di kita naiintindihan mag usap nalang kayo ng palaka ayos ng nagchochonke at least di kamukha mo

Okay ng may bisyo kesa maging obese yow 😎🤙(kram)

Highblood agad kahit di tungkol sa kanya yung topic

Pag nirekta ko pa lalong magiging tragic

Di na kayo nadala sa karma nyo?

Baka kinabukasan masagasaan na kayo

Mga low iq amputa

Bara bara

Bibig unang gumagana

Sa sariling lingwahe lang tsumatsamba

Matured pala pero simpleng humor di makaunawa

[golbrocklovely]

Have a wonderful and safe time watching the jonas brothers. Sing along, cheer loudly and have the best time ever! Ngl, little jealous even if I'm irritated at joe jonas's asshattery at the moment. The music is sooooo good though.

i had a really good time at the concert :)

but if i might be so bold as to defend joe jonas..... or maybe not defend him, but the situation at hand/just give my general opinions.

i had thought about saying some stuff on twitter, bc i do have a jonas brothers stan twitter, but the fans on there are like… extra annoying in a way i wasn't expecting lol

i think this is a situation that we should all know ZERO about. idk who's team is leaking what, idk which one of them has someone in their inner circle that is leaking stuff for shits and gigs, but it truly has to stop.

it's sad enough that a marriage is ending, but there are two very young kids involved. hell joe and sophie were so private at one point that we don't even really know the name of their second kid. we rarely see their faces except the couples times either parent has taken them out in public (bc yes, prior to joe being paparazzied the day after the divorce was announced with his kids, that everyone deemed was a pr move/him calling them on himself, he and SHE has been photographed with them before. if you wanna argued he called the paps on himself, whatever. idc.).

all of the rumors that have swirled about sophie did not come from joe or his team, just inside sources, which basically anyone could be as long as they are six degrees of kevin bacon away from him (if not way more). he denounced all the rumors, both on his insta and at a concert where he literally said "if it didn't come from these lips, don't believe it". i personally believe he should have denounced things faster or more aggressively, but him and the rest of the jb crew have always been like snc - pretend drama doesn't exists and hope it just dies down.

but now sophie, who has been a private person for a long time, is going out of her way to say a lot of public things via her ppl and idk if i like that. part of it just feels like petty revenge, and it could very well be. and i get it, the rumors made her sound shitty, so i would get why she would tell the public that she didn't find out about the divorce until we all did and that joe is abducting the kids by not giving her their passports so she can take them back home with her. but let's listen to reality for a moment: first off, the kids are now with her in the US. they had been with joe for like three months while she was off working. second, joe physically can't allow the kids to leave bc he would be against the court order he made in florida where he filed for divorce bc he wants the judge in florida to create a plan so that the kids can see both him and sophie 50/50. but it sounds a lot worse when it sounds like he took the kids and won't let them go back home with mom, even tho they've lived a majority of their lives in the US. if you have an issue with the legality of it all, okay that's fine. but shitting on joe bc he won't break the law to look nice don't make no fucking sense. also i don't believe whatsoever that she found out at the same time we did about the divorce. unless joe hacked her instagram, no one forced her to post the same announcement about it as him.

i think the main problem is that this is becoming fandom drama and it's way more serious than that. this isn't some silly internet feud that went too far or some dumb beef between two random celebs. this is a family that is falling apart and ppl want to randomly throw taylor swift in there bc "omg soph is such a queen for hanging out with joe's ex" or whatever. like dear god touch grass, holy shit. i don't think either one of them are acting like an adult should. you have kids, keep all that shit private. i shouldn't know about your divorce as it's happening.

[the-haunted-office]

Doom sits there and watches Mr. Fox's eerie display quietly. To her, it doesn't seem like that great of a performance. There's not enough nuance, not enough of that nervous lack of confidence, that jitteriness, that squirreliness, to convince her that this is Jonas. But then again, maybe Jonas behaves differently around her - or differently around others, who's to say. At least Mr. Fox is right about her not being fooled, though Doom rather feels it's due to his shit-poor performance.

Something Mr. Fox is right about, though... is that people at large have pisspoor perception when it comes to noticing things wrong with people. They never seem to see when something is off about a person, even a close friend. How many times has she been with someone who has claimed to be her "best buddy"...

...and yet they didn't see that she was in severe pain? Her sister had just died, and not a single person who claimed to be her friend had noticed. Not a single... fucking... one. And she was dead. Some of Doom's own friends hadn't even picked up on her change of behavior, on her pain, hadn't even asked. She'd disappeared off the grid for a month and not a one had asked if she was okay. Didn't even notice that she'd gone.

So yeah... people are shit at noticing when things are not right, not even with someone who's supposed to be their friend. Mr. Fox has an understanding of that, at least. So what's he saying? Jonas's "friends" don't care about him? Or is Mr. Fox trying to play her again here?

She decides to log that knowledge away for later. What does Jonas's friends matter to her? She doesn't know who they are. Jonas is her friend, and he's the one who matters.

"Well, I sure hope you don't quit your day job," she comments, and leaves it at that, looking bored by his performance.

Now she rolls her eyes, as though she deems this topic even more boring. "Well, by definition supernatural just means anything that's beyond scientific understanding. And, all right, fair enough, there is a certain amount of things about me that could be considered beyond scientific understanding. But I think a good deal of it is understandable enough. You understand how entropy works, right? The breaking down of energy, matter, all things in the universe?"

Doom smiles and puts her hands out, as if in a shrug.

"Guess we figured out how to defeat that one, folks. Ehehehehe. Like I said. I've got a lot longer than you do."

"*Duly noted,*" he answered, resting his chin on his hand once more. "*And to address your earlier barrage of questions...hmm.*"

His fingers ripple idly across his jaw as he closes his eyes "*Sadly it is easier than you might think. Anyone can profess to be one's dearest friend and yet it is mere lip service. And there are those who neither know you nor care to know you and yet will smile at you and call you their dear old chum. He has many 'friends' like that. Those sort of people are easily fooled.*"

He opened his eyes, folded his arms and flashed Doom that bright cheerful smile she'd seen on Jonas's face many times before. "*But uh you're not that kind of a friend, are ya Doom? You'd pick up right away something wasn't right huh? Sure you would!*"

If it had been unsettling before it was now even more so because there in that brief instance that WAS Jonas sitting across from her, with all his familiar and subtle little mannerisms, the tilt of his head, the way he ran his fingers through his hair and shot her a sheepish grin, all of it. Mr Fox mostly certainly had done his homework.

Then he raised his hand, gave his fingers a snap and the smile dropped, his expression returning to his calm and serious one of before, the mantle of his true self draping back over Jonas's body like a velvet curtain. "*But then again it is easier to do something like that for a shorter period of time. And I suppose I keep myself occupied enough outside of his residence when I'm the one in control. Due to his compromised consciousness naturally.*"

He cleared his throat. "*You mention science and assert yourself to be nothing akin to supernatural...what would you consider yourself then? As you seem determined to outlast me I'm this waiting game I confess curiosity as well. We may as well pass the time.*"