#and thinks Jay is starving himself to get his degree (he’s not)

[ghost-bxrd]

(prev anon with another bad half formed prompt)

what if after the whole pit fiasco jason still gets trained by the league, and then decides that he was kinda done with the whole fighting stuff and gotham feels like home, so might as well get an apartment there, and time moves on and he gets a job and gets into uni or smth and everythings good, and then nightwing comes crashing into his apartment breaking his window and jasons already had kinda a crappy day so he just starts yelling because what the hell man? do you know how much that'll take to repair? my insureance wont cover that! and nightwing is just stuck staring at his grown up little brother whos supposed to be dead, and chokes out a "jason". and now jasons freaked out because he didn't remember telling him his name, and thens theres confusion and dick asks why he doesnt recognise him and jason says hes never met him before in his life, and suddenly dick is staring at his little brother who's alive, but who isn't his brother and he can feel his heart slowly rip in two.

Lmao Dick goes back crying to the family that he found Jason and that he’s ALIVE but he doesn’t remember anything and “Bruce, Bruce, he’s getting his degree. He got into uni. He’s— he’s happy—“

And Bruce (after confirming Jay’s identity) just starts leaving him huge cheques and visiting him under the cover of “scouting for young talents” and “scholarship programs courtesy of WE” and Tim shyly starts waiting for Jason at his favorite café to get to know him, and Dick skips “subtle” entirely and drops by every other day to have dinner with Jason or watch a movie.

Meanwhile Jason has to pretend to keep his cool and not give himself away (he likes his peace and quiet, thank you very much) and becomes progressively more guilt ridden with every instance he does something entirely mundane (reading a book, swearing like a sailor, cooking spaghetti) and Bruce or Dick begin tearing up.

[autisticandroids]

Cas/Crowley

What made you ship it? i mean i was always crowstiel-positive. like, i'm a multishipper by trade, and unless something is just not there or i have a specific reason to dislike it, i will usually be, at the very least, ready to be convinced. but crowstiel was actually motivated by me getting really into crowley. because crowstiel is like. the least depressing crowley ship, especially as time goes on. like their relationship is flirty and antagonistic on both sides, and while like there is a level of unpleasant onesidedness between them (i.e. crowley seems to have more genuine affection for cas than cas for crowley), that's first of all, something that could easily change, because cas (in the later seasons, which is mostly what i'm talking about) is a person who is pretty affection starved and if he spend a lot of time with crowley he would warm up pretty quickly. also i've made a post about this before and i just spent like an hour combing my archive for it and couldn't find it? but the thing about cas is that he has experienced terrible consequences for his anger before. like, the horrific, irreconcilable guilt of godstiel arc is something cas can never resolve, it's maybe his single defining trauma. plus there's the fact that the winchesters (especially dean) become more and more the most important people in his life and don't take his emotions seriously + treat them like an inconvenience, and cas fears losing the winchesters to a pretty extreme degree because they are the only people in his life so he spends a lot of time trimming off his rough edges and denying his feelings of any kind. but ESPECIALLY anger. to the point where he is like. actually super repressed about it. like, cas completely represses and internalizes any anger he experiences because his anger has had such negative consequences + he is afraid of getting actively punished for it + he feels like he doesn't deserve to ask for better/wish for better/resent what he's been given/be unsatisfied with what he's been given + he feels like he deserves most mistreatment he gets. but the thing is some of that suppressed rage has to come out sometime. and with cas the way it comes out is against acceptable targets. people who he would consider enemies. this is why, for example, he goes so bananas on donatello: it's all that repressed anger about other things, exploding to the surface when he's "allowed" to feel anger at all. and i feel like THAT is a big reason why cas could simply get over his dislike of crowley. because a big part of the reason he hates crowley so much is that not only is crowley one of the only acceptable targets who is actually in cas' social circle, but also: cas kind of blames crowley for godstiel arc, in ways that would completely fall apart if anyone looked too closely, but do allow cas some cathartic rage. but the thing is if you took cas out of his situation with the winchesters and into a healthier one where someone (crowley :3?) was nice to him, he would like. get over that. like if he didn't feel he needed to repress all his anger and negative emotions, they wouldn't come out so explosively against acceptable targets. and cas would become way more open to like. actually liking crowley, you know? and i think he would. he's like a cat. he needs to be socialized to crowley but he'll come 'round. and then both cas and crowley will have someone to be nice to him. oh and also i started getting really into crowstiel as an explicit rejection of drowley, which i just hate. dean is so mean to crowley!!! what has he done to deserve this!!!

What are your favorite things about the ship? um. i like that they're nice to each other. i also like that crowley can appreciate that cas is insane girl pussy (in a way dean never will because he simply doesn't have the imagination). i like that crowley really thinks he holds all the cards but he's deluding himself. i like that crowley shot his shot by calling himself agent jay-z in season twelve (and that imo it worked). i like that both cas and crowley would get off pretty equally on feeling like crowley had power over cas, but that it wouldn't be true in actuality. i like that crowley would like to spoil cas and cas would love being spoiled. i like that it would probably be pretty healthy once they kind of settled down. i like that they could have insane freaky angeldemon sex no holds barred. i like that cas would be down to hold crowley during his scheduled crying times (4pm-5pm first tuesday of every month). i like that crowley would want to adopt jack soooooooo bad that man has baby FEVER like for real.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? could be endgame. tbh. let the winchesters rot.

[nolanhollogay]

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜ + dealers choice (i think i’ve sent this one before but i love it!)

ok this is the piece ive been complaining about writing for days now and ive decided to cut my losses, so here it is unfinished but still decent

(very minor nsfw warning but its nothing explicit)

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"Well, look what the cat dragged in," JJ said as Edgar popped his head through his window.

"You're allergic to cats," Edgar said, before his foot got caught and he collided with the floor, landing in JJ's accumulated mess.

"Are you talking to me again?" JJ asked, watching him get to his feet.

Edgar threw off a t-shirt that was wrapped around his hand. "Are you talking to me?"

"I haven't been ignoring you! I was just trying to respect what you wanted," he said, throwing his arms in the air.

The fight was stupid and they both knew it. JJ had gotten jealous, Edgar told him he didn't have to be jealous, and he knew that, he really did, but he wouldn't let it go. So Edgar had given him the silent treatment for the better part of four days.

It was ridiculous and codependent and JJ honestly didn't know how he let himself get so attached, but those four days had been brutal. Torture-like. Awful in the worst way. It was sappy and gross, but he didn't remember a life without Edgar in it at this point, and he didn't want one without him ever again.

"Are you gonna be mean to be again?" Edgar said, hovering by the window. He was in one of JJ's t-shirts and his sweatpants, looking ready for bed.

JJ shook his head. "Never again." He sucked in a breath before he continued, "I'm sor–"

He was interrupted by Edgar literally jumping into his lap, wrapping his arms around him.

Edgar grabbed his face, manhandling him into a kiss. JJ was a starved lion, ready to eat him whole.

"Missed you so fuckin' much," he breathed, gripping the back of Edgar's shirt.

Edgar made a happy little noise against his mouth before pulling away. He was all inkblack eyelashes and red lips. "Dramatic," he teased, before kissing him again. Quietly, softly, he said, "Missed you too."

JJ gently pushed him out of his lap, onto his back, earning a look that made his stomach flip. Damn Edgar and his intense ass eyes.

He crawled on top of him, straddling his hips.

Edgar slid a finger into his belt loop and laughed. "Why're you still wearing jeans at eleven at night?"

JJ wasn't about to admit that he'd been too focused on staying up just in case he came by that he didn't even know what time it was. That was a lot, even for him. "I didn't feel like changing yet."

Edgar didn't look convinced but he let JJ distract him with another kiss anyway.

As always, JJ's hands found their way up Edgar's shirt, resting against his skin. He couldn't help himself. There was something.. grounding about skin to skin contact. It proved it was real, that it was happening. That Edgar wanted him just as much.

The muscles in his stomach jumped, and he bit down on JJ's bottom lip in retaliation.

"Fuck," JJ breathed, "You're so hot."

He wasn't the only thing that was hot. It was as if JJ's room had gotten ten degrees hotter, even with the window open.

"'M gonna take my shirt off," he announced. Edgar nodded, lip between his teeth. He pulled his t-shirt off, throwing it to the ground.

"You should really," JJ kissed him again and he sighed, "clean your room. Half of your wardrobe is on the floor."

"Sorry 'm not a neatfreak like you," JJ replied, practically into his mouth.

Edgar said something in Spanish that was probably rude, but let JJ slide his tongue into his mouth all the same.

JJ's hands ended up under his shirt again, rubbing his sides. Edgar rewarded him with a pleased noise from the back of his throat.

Edgar's hand tangled into the hair on the back of his head and he groaned as he tugged.

"Jay," he breathed, pulling away from their kiss. There was spit on his chin and JJ wanted to lick it off like some kind of freak. He pressed his hand to JJ's chest, over his heart, the little dolphin shining under the shitty yellow glow of JJ's overhead light.

JJ pressed his hand to his face, stroking his thumb over his cheekbone. "Yes, angel?"

Edgar's face twisted as if he'd eaten a lemon. He hated being called an angel. He thought it was inappropriate. Instead of responding, he rocked his hips up.

Looking through his eyelashes, he said, “Want you.”

JJ couldn’t breathe for a long moment. They’d been together for seven months at this point, though it felt like even longer, and sometimes he still couldn’t believe Edgar liked him, let alone wanted to be with him.

“Do you not want to? We don’t have to-”

JJ kissed him to shut him up. “Shh. I always want to bang you. I just needed a second.”

Edgar rolled his eyes. “Stupid,” he said with a smile, pulling JJ back in.

Their kiss was slow, sensual, and JJ could feel every nerve in his body light on fire. Edgar wiggled until one of JJ’s thighs was between his legs, sighing into his mouth as he grinded against him. He was hard just from kissing. It felt like some kind of trophy. 

JJ was going to die and it was going to be his fault.

Edgar’s hand was still pressed to his chest, and as his eyes fluttered closed as he moaned, he said, “Your heart is beating so fast right now. S’at from me?”

JJ huffed out an embarrassed laugh. “Well, who else would it be from?”

Edgar pouted. “Mean. I’m literally grinding on your thigh and you can’t even play along?”

“You’re making me insane. You know that, right?” he said. He rested their foreheads together. “You always make me crazy.”

Edgar rewarded him with a whine. 

JJ grabbed the bottom of his shirt, tugging on it. "Off?" He nodded so hard that it probably hurt, and then his shirt was off, on the ground with the rest of JJ's clothes.

He giggled as he looked at the mess, and JJ kissed the upturned corner of his mouth, overcome with affection.

"Hey," he said, making him turn his big brown eyes on him, "I love you."

Edgar smiled, soft and sweet. "I love you too."

JJ captured his lips one last time before kissing down his neck.

[that-one-weeb-but-starwars]

My Love| Echo (part 6 beejesus...)

Notes: this ones short my bad, also this way shock you. I also have a strong urge to make hondo show up perhaps in the Future

Warnings: sad flashbacks, death and disease mentioned, cannablistic mentions (not eating anyone but like the word), cursing,

Reader: Male

Part: 1 | 2 | 3 | 3.5 | 4 | 5 | 6 (you're hah here)

Masterlist

That wasn't possible.

"What a shame." Maul spoke, turning himself around and walking away the Pyke leader following him.

This was wrong.

"If we came for this it better be important." Hunter spoke snatching the drive, "we leave now,"

"Me and Jacob they'll return you to your ship." The teen spoke up, "but be quick we'll need to leave with the transports."

It was a silent stealthy journey back to the ship, Echo being pushed along the way by Wrecker mostly as he was trying to process what was being told to him.

So...Y/n was dead? No that was possible- they couldn't of killed everyone.

He walked onto the ship the twins wishing them luck as they rushed back off into the darkness. He took a seat on his bunk, removing the head gear and mask, his gaze trapped within the grain of the metal.

"Tech get us out of here." Hunter demanded.

Wrecker watched Echo, his brows furrowed and in conflict.

"Hey. Kid." Wrecker spoke nudging Omega softly, "Good job out there."

"I just stuck to the plan." She smiled.

"Wanna do one more mission?" He asked playfully she nodded happily.

"Go find Lula. I think someone needs her." Wrecker spoke as Omega nodded rushing to find the Tooka doll.

Wrecker walked over to Echo, sitting across from the reg, Echo kept his gaze down.

"Hey."

"I don't, I don't understand." Echo responded, "I- I don't..."

"It's okay-" Wrecker tried to speak.

"But it isnt." Echo seethed.

The sudden jolt told them they had jumped to hyperspace. Echo rubbed over his eyes.

"What was Y/n's family doing associated with the Empire..." Echo spoke, "I...I don't..."

Wrecker frowned, Hunter watching the cockpits doorway, his brother lost and confused, let down and heart broken.

Walking into the cockpit the door closed behind him.

"You'll want to see this Hunter." Tech spoke, "Echo was right."

Hunter took a seat, "Y/n's code name is Rosyln then?"

"In a sense yes, yet It is many things." Tech informed, "It's multiple things, a name, a code name, a secret military operation."

" a what." Hunter demanded answers now.

"On this disk it says Project Rosyln was ment to help in implicating...hunger in a sense.."

"Hunger?" Hunter asked, "Hunger for what?"

"Flesh, sentinel flesh," Tech responded, "They had many failis dead on contacts, until. Rosyln."

"The dead brother of Y/n's Echo mention." Hunter spoke as Tech nodded.

"He survived it, partially, resulting in an outdated inner rim disease known as Cancer." Tech responded, "though it is not sepcified what type, he died young."

"So how does Y/n fit into it?"

"Rosyln was Y/n's younger brother by adoption law on corosaunt, and the Zabrack was not lying when he said The L/n family was ontop the imperals kill list, it was ment for them to go into hiding, to essentially metophorically and phsycially slip into the dark." Tech contuined.

"Okay so the kids?"

"Test subjects." He responded, "farm animals, future death troopers fueled by anger and loss, much more. Hunter, They weren't a family, those people they called there parents? Used them."

"Can we save any of them? Y/n? The older kids? The young ones? Anyone?" Hunter questioned.

"This here is a list of kids of Y/n's family," Tech spoke, plugging into the panel infront of him as the hologram formed, "red are dead, there eay of leaving is by there name. Jay here died of rejection of food, he starved to death. Siora drowned herself in the shower room-"

"Thats enough Tech. Who's alive." Hunter demanded.

"Y/n here is still alive, but that is all." Tech responded opening the file, "but has a number of unstablizing test ran on him, it shows here his diet was starting to change from normal foods to sential flesh, but before they could change him fully he escaped."

"How."

"Unknown."

Hunter was silent, for a moment as Tech closed the file, going through the others, "This also contains other information, such as helpful codes the imperals are now using, current inflation in imperal troopers, comn chatter and resources-"

"Don't let Echo see this." Hunter spoke.

"Hunter, I. I don't think this is a good idea." Tech told him, "You'e seen what he'll go through already to see him again. Hunter that was a sith he went up on, a Pyke leader."

"He doesn't need another thing to have a mental break down on. What happens if we find Y/n? Dead in a ditch-." Hunter argued, "if we can't fix him- we can't even help Crosshair None the less ourselves!"

"Hunter, he deserves to know." Tech defended, "let's be real here Hunter, we've nevee been there for him, we saved him from one hell to put into another, we can't help him because we don't understand him."

Hunter was silent, he knew Tech was right, "You're right." Hunter told him.

Tech pulled the disk from the panel looking back at Hunter, "Hunter I know this is hard. But this is his family. And I wish for a time in my life, I was wrong."

Hunter stayed silent walking out the cockpit, and down the small hallways, Omega trying to cheer Echo up with Lula and Wrecker with a supportive smile.

"Echo."

Echo looked back, "Tech wants to uh...show you something."

Echo got up without a word walking into the cockpit.

"Is he gonna be okay?" Omega questioned looking up at Hunter.

"Sure he will!" Wrecker tried to stay postive looking back at Hunter who kept his gaze down.

"Not this time Omega." Hunter told her, as she leaned in for a hug, he patting her head as she hug his stomach.

Tech walked out the cockpit, the doors closing behind him, "Echo wishes to take first watch while we rest," Tech informed.

"Where do we go next from here?" Omega spoke looking up at Hunter.

"We'll keep working jobs for Cid, seeing what we can do." Hunter responded, "Tech when Echo is done with that disk, see if anything on there has Crosshair on it."

"I have alredy copied the disk, I will look through it more on my watch after Echo's." Tech responded.

Hunter nodded

"hey kid." Wrecker spoke up, "lets go play a game together."

Omega nodded as Wrecker picked up Omega the two walking away to her room, Hunter mentally thanking Wrecker.

"How'd he react." Hunter responded.

"He hasn't." Tech responded, "I left it plugged in. He has the option. I just don't know if he's used it."

It was true, Echo had the option, the wanting, but he sat in his chair, staring at the disk sitting in the panel.

This was it.

This was the ticket, he could know, move on, grt some type of closure either Y/n was dead or alive. Even if Y/n was dead or alive he let Y/n's biggest secret slip.

'Just...I don't like people to pity his name.' Y/n told Echo, the two standing in all black together and umbrella over head as they walked the cemetery, 'he fought hard, that's all that matters, and there's no reason you should pity someone for when you loose,'

Echo nodded at him, 'I won't tell anybody, I understand to a degree, but if you need to talk, I want to listen,'

Y/n nodded, 'Thanks again for comin along Echo, not the best way to meet my baby brother,''

'I was glad to meet him, either way,'

Echo rubbed the back of his neck, finger's scratching at his nape. Standing up and walking over his hand hovered over the disk, should he pull it out? Should he press that small white button to let every fear he's had consume him?

He pulled the disk out, this was the right choice. Whatever he needed to know. He'd learn from y/n when he'd see him. Rubbing over the disk he slid it in his belts pouch and sat in the piolts seat looking out into the blue swirls. He was doing it again.

Sitting in silence, watching nothing new pass him by. Y/n was alive, if the others believed it or not was there choice, it was there opinion, he knew what he was saying was a fact, and he didn't need no disk to tell him so.

But the question still remained, Why was Y/n involved in crime syndicates and with Sith?"

The male turned himself around shoulder hair length, strings of white in his hair; stress induced.

"It's done." Lom Pyke spoke, "The kids are out, where is the spice."

"It's on the ship don't you worry." He spoke.

"You've returned the favor after I've said you returned the favor."

"Then we've returned the favor." Lom Pyke argued.

"I did everything you asked!" Lom Pyke argued, "I've stuck my neck out for you more than you can imagine you cannablistic bitch!-"

The pyke leader was cut off, lifted into the air as he gripped at his neck, and brought forward quickly, choking on the lack of air.

"Do you know who I am?" The man questioned quietly.

"L-let-" the pyke tried to speak stratching at his neck for breath, "let me g-go!"

"Oh...you don't?" The man questioned, "I was afraid once...not to long ago, afraid as you are now..."

The sound of choking made him pause adding slight pressure, "p-please!"

"I am no longer afraid...I am..." the man thought, any more and the pyke leader would die, "Well, funny thing is, I don't even know who I am anymore...but I do know, that, you, owe me much more than you think."

The man was dropped to the floor, attempting to catch air, "Perhaps, you wish, once to see who I was, to see how I became this thing you call a cannablistic bitch!"

"Please! No-" He defended, raising his head to look up in plead, "Not again! Not that place!"

A hand was placed on his head, as the Sith lord walked in. Within a matter of seconds the Pyke fell limp, the man pushing him over as he fell and rolled down the small stells of the elevated ledge.

"You're here for a reason Maul?"

"I am indeed, that clone, you told to meet us on Zut, there were clones."

"Entertain me Maul." He spoke, walking down the small steps, the hells of his boots clicking as he made it down the steps.

"Seems you're little buddy Captain dipshit isnt the only clone that's defected. That little Ray shit of your's hacked the imperal files." Maul spoke, his tone as usual, dark, broody, annoying to the mans ears, "Clone force 99, may just be on our side."

The man snatched the datapad from him, "and they have a child with them. How wonderful."

"Status' as of current."

"Like I said that dipshit of yours sursingly has his corners covered. Ray's tracking them as we speak." Maul told.

The man looked through the photo's there he was in all his glory, sure angry but just as remembered.

"Lets hope an ex sith lord, a fucked up group of clones, a cannablistic bitch kill, and some kids can help kill your old ass wrinkly master." The man spoke Maul snatching the data pad back and making his leave.

"Oh. And one know's who you are." Maul responded standing in the door way, "Before I gave them anything, one knew Rosyln is Y/n,"

[joesbbqandfootmassage]

We need to talk about Jane and Carlos…

So if someone had to ask me what one of the most underrated things in the world was, I would definitely say dcoms. (Disney Channel Original Movies)

They’re cheesy and dumb and not a single one lacks their flaws.

But they are still just so fun to watch and you just get a whole new experience from watching dcoms than you do any other movie.

Now among all those dcoms is a sub genre of musicals, being made popular by the one and only High School Musical trilogy. But we also have the Cheetah Girls, Teen Beach Movie, ZOMBIES, and the Descendants.

Now while all of those movie series are amazing in their own right, I’m gonna zero in on Descendants.

Kenny Ortega’s big return to Disney Channel and oh my gosh was it hyped up.

You couldn’t go two minutes watching Suite Life on Deck reruns without having this shoved in your face.

And you’d be dang right if you thought I was excited to see it. The children of iconic Disney characters all in one shared universe? Sign me the heck up!

Of course we got rid of cable before it came out and it would be maybe two years later until i finally considered watching it with my sister.

Needless to say our reaction could be boiled down to, “Oh. Oh no.”

Love it or hate it, as a movie lover I can say that D1 is a fundamentally broken movie on every level.

Nothing is developed enough and it relies way too heavily on you loving Mal as a character. Spoiler alert, I don’t.

But regardless of that, D1 also introduced me to a guy named Carlos De Vil.

Now i will never be able to comprehend WHY on Earth, puppy-skinning, vampire bat, inhumane beast, Cruella De Vil would EVER do the do with anyone and then still keep the baby after not killing it during pregnancy.

But she did and there he was.

Canonically physically and mentally abused by his mother to such a degree that he wakes up at night screaming.

Something Disney had never really had the guts to do before.

And immediately he charmed the heck out of me because regardless of how awful he had it on the Isle, it didn’t take a genius to see that he was a genuinely a good person at heart.

He was so clearly different and that was shown through maybe a culmination of like five minutes of screen time and Cameron’s incredible acting abilities.

And he deserved so much more in those movies than what was given to him but I won’t complain.

Because we still need to talk about another sweetheart.

Jane gets even less development than Carlos which is to be expected since she isn’t a main character, but you can still figure out and understand her if you read between the lines.

In D1 you not only get the fact that she likes to hide in her own little bubble, but she’s also incredibly insecure. So much so that Mal is quickly able to see it and take advantage of it.

Spending her whole life having to repeat that it’s not the outside that matters, it’s the inside, even though she doesn’t completely believe.

And then someone comes forward and basically validates her in her belief that she isn’t pretty, but she could be if she stopped focusing on the inside.

That’s what leads to her downward spiral throughout the movie as she lets her newfound “beauty” (seriously bobbed hair is cute and Disney needs to calm down) go to her head and she turns on Mal and the rest of the VKs.

Now while I find Mal to be completely irrational, her reversing Jane’s spell makes sense.

It’s Jane’s actions that follow.

Her, so desperate to be beautiful (literally she is so gorgeous how?) deciding to steal her mother’s wand isn’t paced very well and doesn’t make a lot of sense in the plot. But they just wanted to avoid Mal being the cause of the barrier being brought down so her redemption would be easier.

A classic Kylo Ren of avoiding direct contact and having it all be indirect so they can easily be forgiven later.

Now by all means after her actions that day, I’m surprised Jane herself isn’t sent to jail.

But I guess in D3 they show that they have an AK bias so whatever.

Now the important thing about this is that Carlos is there for all of Jane’s worst moments.

The moments where she is not at her best emotionally and it’s manifesting in bad ways. He knows that Mal had planned to use her to get to the wand in the first place before dumping her when that wasn’t going anywhere.

He knows that’s she’s afraid of them by the way she reacts to them in her first scene in Goodness Class.

He knows all of that.

And he still drags her onto a dance floor, refusing to let her be alone.

You could argue that Jay was there too, but her immediately ditched to jump on the Audrey train so…

This small moment, Carlos’ selfless act of kindness, plants a seed that most people laughed at or rolled their eyes - but all the same it was there.

And that little seed began to grow until two years later (six months in the actual movies) we get a beautiful Janelos flower.

Now D2 Janelos is some quality stuff and never have I seen so many people hate a ship that hasn’t done anything wrong.

And I think it’s fitting that Carlos’ arc for D2 is all centered around Jane.

In the first movie, he conquered his fear of dogs.

Now in this movie, he conquers his fear of being rejected by her.

Now if you’re an over analyzer by nature and a Carlos stan by choice, you tend to pick up on subtleties that Disney doesn’t have the guts to cover. Most notably, Carlos being touch/affection starved

You can see it in the ways his mother doesn’t show him love outside of threats and total, emotional reliance. In the way the VKs don’t particularly reciprocate his touches unless absolutely necessary. Or unless you’re Jay and you need to pull and alpha male moment and start wrastling.

And you can definitely see it in the way he thrives off of contact with Dude, and later, Jane.

Now somehow you people don’t think it is absolutely incredible that Carlos De Vil, physically and emotionally abused since birth, grew up on the Isle where love and dating were not a common place thing, fell in love.

And with the girl that was afraid of him in the first movie.

And omg I could talk about Carlos “Heart Eyes” De Vil forever and ever. Amen.

But instead I’m gonna talk about the three most major Janelos scenes in the film.

First one is gonna be the truth gummy scene.

First of all, Carlos’ puppy dog eyes when he’s thinking about Jane restore my life to the full one million years I am supposed to live.

People you are not allowed to overlook what Carlos was going to do in this short and beautiful scene.

Because he’s never really lived a life where he can speak his mind and share his feelings, the whole movie he’s struggling to even figure out how he can open up to Jane.

Not change his personality to get her attention.

Not making a love potion that’ll force her to love him.

No, he decides that the only way to approach it is honesty - by that I mean he agrees to sacrifice lying for the rest of his mortal life. And Mal gives him plenty of reasons to back out, most of them being about her but still, and he simply replies, “I’ll take my chances.”

Ugh.

The world did not do anything good enough to earn Carlos De Vil.

But the thing is, the truth gummy is his only hope to help him spit out how he feels about Jane. Because whenever he’s in her presence all he can do is freeze up and stutter. Simply due to the fact that when he’s faced with the chance, Carlos has no clue how to describe what he feels and what he wants.

But he knows that his heart does.

It’s in there somewhere and dang he’s gonna get it out because he cares about her so much and just wants to TELL her how he feels when he looks at her.

Of course then Dude eats it and all those years Carlos’ heart eyes had given me instantly went away again.

And then the whole Janelos plot line takes a bit of a nap until the third act of the movie when Carlos decides that Mal alienating herself from the Core Four ain’t helping her mental health and their friendship.

That’s when he drops the absolute BARS of knowledge, “Then don’t.”

He tells her that she never should change herself just to make someone else happy, you’ll never know if they really love you that way.

And I just wanna take a moment to wonder where Carlos got all these strong good person energies, because being raised on an Isle where love and dating aren’t even concepts should show in all the VKs.

Yet in D2 and D3 we can see that Carlos and Evie both seem to approach love with an impressive maturity that I can’t even fathom how they figured it out.

His advice is a comfort to Mal as well as Jay’s protective big brother move, and then we get to see the way his own advice affects him.

His Lovecraftian horror paraphrases what he said in the earlier conversation, “If she doesn’t love you for who you are than she isn’t the one.”

But this applies differently than in the Ben/Mal situation.

Carlos doesn’t try to change who he is or how he acts (unless you count the sacrificing lying thing but that wasn’t really used to earn her love so) but he gets the general idea.

And so, Carlos offers himself to her.

Just him, and a date and his love because that’s all he has to give her.

And she can either say yes and accept him and he can finally begin to understand what he’s feeling.

Or, she can turn him away - not wanting anything to do with what he has for her.

Which leads to such a beautiful scene, ugh I could write songs about the Janelos confession scene it’s that good.

First you see Carlos running at the speed of sound just to catch her, and he was definitely running around the whole campus because he absolutely needed to do this before he chickened out like every other time in the movie.

And at first it doesn’t seem to click in Jane’s head, because she’s only ever been just Jane.

Not pretty like Audrey or athletic like Lonnie.

Boys didn’t flirt with her or ask her out on dates, certainly not the boys she liked.

So of course, like the other times he had tried, she just wasn’t getting it. Too preoccupied with party planning and not getting her hopes up to let it sink in.  And that’s when Carlos does something that he didn’t even need a truth gummy to do.

He gives her a list of all that he can give her, looking into her eyes and waiting for her to take or leave it

And not only does she take it, but she fully adds all the things on the list that she’s always wanted to do with him, giving herself right back to him in the process.

Leaving Carlos absolutely shocked and overwhelmed and happy.

He just figured she’d either say yes or no.

Her giving herself to him wasn’t even a consideration in his mind.

And then she throws him for a loop once again, by throwing her arms around him and holding him tight.

And honestly, Carlos’ reaction says it all.

The first time somebody initiated legitimate affection towards him, and it’s from the girl he loves no less.

He’s at a loss for words and can’t even fathom what he’s feeling, but finally, Carlos is the one hugging back. Clinging onto her for dear life because it’s almost like he can’t believe this is real.

The next time we see them, they’re both looking super fine at cotillion; and let me tell you that seeing touch starved Carlos finally getting to hold hands and cuddle with his girlfriend makes me weak every time. You can see that for now, they’re figuring it out, they’ve both been super far away from the whole love thing so now they’ve just gotta go at a healthy pace for them.

Regardless of that, you can really see how much they not only love but need each other.

And then it was gonna be another two years until we’d get to figure what the writers were gonna do with Janelos, if anything at all.

During that time I had gotten well acquainted with the horrifying wall of Janelos hate you had to walk along before getting occasional content. So obviously, I chose to have nothing to do with the fandom and then Janelos fell off my radar again until I found the nerve to watch the third movie.

And oh my goodness remember just a few lines ago when I said that Jane and Carlos needed each other?

That was the key point of their story in D3.

While I think it’s poorly shown, Carlos’ character arc from a quiet abuse victim with a good heart to an honest to goodness hero (I’m talking the kinds they write songs about) is just amazingly beautiful and deserved so much more screen time than it actually got.

In D3, Carlos finally has something to lose.

Or, more accurately, something he needs to protect.

I really wish they had zeroed in on him worrying about Jane more, because while it was still there it wasn’t very focused on.

Not that I can be mad because their reuniting scene was something that made me immediately sit up in my chair and go, “Oh my fluffing gosh they have a thing.”

Like I’m sorry, what?

You’re telling me that whenever they cling to each other like that Carlos has that same look of just, pure happiness.

“She loves me and I love her, I’m never letting her go.”

Carlos De Vil went from someone who had never known or felt love in his life, to loving a girl so much it made me fall out of my chair.

D3 just wanted to remind us that the VKs have come very far, and now they’re happy and loved and we don’t need to worry about them.

All I can say is that Jane and Carlos are just an amazing couple if you step back and just look at what it means for them to be together.

A touch starved abuse victim and an insecure cheerleader fell in love and surrendered their hearts completely. And you don’t see that anywhere near Disney as a franchise, much less dcoms.

Bottom line, I know I went off for a hot minute but if we’re being honest I still have about a trillion things I could say about “Jarlos.”

But I’m pretty sure I’ve elaborated enough  to get my point across.

I just wanna say that Carlos would literally never let his mother come anywhere near the light of his life and that was some total BS.

[whumpbby]

I need help with a fic

I am writing some ABO JayDick for Titans and I have a half done, but I’m feeling it like, 50/50. Anyone would be interested in it? 

The kid was gasping into his ear, again, so Dick moved him back – not by much, just a bit lower, so the feverish forehead could rest against his throat and the kid’s nose was back in close vicinity to his scent glands. Jason whined slightly at the change – or maybe because he could inhale Dick’s scent straight from the source again; or because of the touch. Didn't matter, Dick did his best to ignore the sound.

He did his best to ignore most of this situation, but it wasn’t going exactly great.

He was an alpha, after all, his whole makeup and every little single one of his instincts were built from the ground up to make sure he recognised and responded to situations exactly like this one. What he was trying to do now ran against the very evolution of mankind and Dick knew that he wasn’t strong enough to keep it up for long, but… but he had no idea what else to do.

Because the kid was seventeen and, from the looks of it, didn’t have many heats until now.

Dick could only imagine the look of disappointment on Alfred’s face if the butler ever heard about his grandson losing his head and – well, fucking his other grandson, because they were both idiots.

He wanted to blame the kid, he really really did. He wasn’t one of these assholes who blamed the omegas for their own harassment, he was smarter than that, knew that omegas could hardly help the way their bodies worked and there was way too many people willing to take advantage of them. As a policeman, he was doubtedly aware how rotten the world could be for some. He didn’t want to be one of these people, but… But was it an outreach to expect a certain degree of personal responsibility from others?

Dick sighed, breathing slowly though his nose, regretting that he didn't have the presence of mind to get a breather before he decided to lock the bedroom door in blind panic and confusion two hours ago. The air in the room was already heavy with biting sweetness of an adolescent heat and every breath was a fight to refuse the explicit invitation it carried. It was insane how difficult it was, even with all his training, to withstand temptation of an omega in heat.

Heat. Jesus.

He wanted to blame the kid, but he was too much of an honest bastard to ignore his own part in this shit-show – the part where he was the one who brought Jason to his old safe house.  

“Shh, come on, calm down.”

He was using one hand to keep the kid’s head in place at his own neck and the other was wound tightly around the surprisingly slender waist; he was  keeping the omega from moving too much and himself from slipping his hands lower, to where the strongest scent was coming from – Dick just knew the kid’s thighs were warm and slick. Jason knew it too and was doing his level best to make it happen, to direct Dick’s hands there, to find friction and more contact, no matter that they were already pressed front-to-front.

“Calm down, shhh,” Dick murmured in the lower register, in his alpha voice. He dared to stroke his hand through the dark tangled mane and cringed slightly when his light touch caused another high-pitched whine. “Shhh…”

He knew the kid was uncomfortable and there was not a part of Dick that didn’t regret it – Jason’s skin was oversensitive and keeping him bound was as close to torture as one could get. Omegas in heat needed to be surrounded by softness, they needed to be in a familiar environment marked by their own scent, with their pack members close at hand… for the heat to end without a hitch, they needed comfort above all else.

All Dick could offer was a bare room smelling of dust and strangers and a vague promise of safety. It wasn’t even remotely enough, he could smell the distress-scent raising off the boy in waves. It would be easier without the handcuffs, but… but it turned out that Jason was distressingly good at undressing others and very bad at fighting his base instincts.

He also had the filthiest mouth in the city. Dick always prided himself on having a good grasp on his reactions, but it took only three minutes of the kid propositioning him to get him from zero to teeth-achingly hard.

The gag was a makeshift effort, but it did the job.

It was not right, at all, but it was either this or leaving Jason alone and expecting a heat-deluded, sex-starved and highly trained escape artist not to run and let himself be fucked by the first alpha on the street…

Dick ground his teeth at the sole idea and a low growl started to push its way from the bottom in his throat. Jason stilled at the possessive sound, momentarily limp and quiet, panting against the alpha’s neck, and Dick was at once grateful and disgusted with himself. He had no right to the young omega, he had no right to make decisions for him... but there was a part of him that still considered himself a part of the pack – and above the new kid in all the ways being the first son suggested. Dick was first to join the family and now he had to take care of Jason, no matter their differences or the anger, or the rivalry…

It was so stupid, now – the idea of them being rivals for the place in the pack - when it was clear that Jason as an omega will never be a danger to Dick’s position. He might be Robin now, but – fucking Hell, what was Bruce thinking to give him Robin!? To send an omega on the streets to fight with the psychos populating Gotham and trust that fronting as an alpha will be enough to protect him!

Dick stroked a hand up and down the kid’s back, a sure, strong caress, partly to calm him down, partly as a response to his own distress at the idea. Jason arched into the touch, his bound wrists shifting, fingers stretching to touch Dick’s hand behind his back – Dick let him, allowed their fingers to tangle together and lowered his head to nudge Jason’s temple with his nose. A short, gentle scenting, the kind reserved for the family, it was enough for Jason to release a happy little whine.

God, the kid was so affection-starved it was heartbreaking.  

“It’s okay, Jay, it’s alright. I’m here, you’re safe.” He muttered little white lies, hoping for them to be enough – alongside his scent and touch – to make the heat more bearable, knowing it was only a half-measure. But the only other option was to give into his instincts and knot him, and that was something Dick wasn’t willing to do to either of them. No matter how his blood sang and how tight his trousers were getting, sex was out of question. He couldn't lay a finger on a kid that two days previously called him a “brother”.

Heh, he was such a fucking hypocrite, wasn’t he? To put so much stock into something that made him cringe from the get go, that made him so resentful towards the pup that dared to put himself on the same level… God, he was an idiot. He should be calling Bruce at the first whiff of slick! Great detective he is, really amazing, to miss something as vital about his successor as his goddamn secondary gender!

He was angry, yes, distracted by the new development, by Jason’s very presence, but that didn't mean that he could just stop paying attention and let the kid be dosed with an inducer by some asshole at the bar that also got tricked by the tough act. It took him altogether too long to notice that what was happening wasn’t an unplanned rut – an inconvenient thing to happen, sure, but not the end of the world. And it took Jason altogether too long to admit that his sudden fever, shivers and anxiety were the effects of drugs wreaking havoc in his body.

By then it was too late for anything else so Dick did the only thing that could save the kid from a cardiac arrest that was a very real possibility, because omega physiology was that ridiculously fragile – he slammed on the breaks, pushed Jason to the backseat of his car and preformed a textbook example of May’s Maneuver to force his body into a dry heat meant to flush the drugs out.

That’s where the problems started, because it has been over four hours and the dry heat looked well on its way to turn into a real one. Just his fucking luck!

Jason stirred again, slowly emerging out of the momentary haze and went back to trying to rutt against the alpha’s hip. Dick growled softly, not moving away – the omega needed to have at least some relief and their position allowed him for little movement as it was, pressed tightly together, with Dick’s leg between his bound ones to prevent escape. There wasn’t much he could do and soon enough even the simple movement exhausted him.

Jason whined again and Dick once more tried to shush him gently. He made a mistake of looking down and his stomach dropped when he saw the tears rolling down the flushed cheeks and gluing dark eyelashes together. Jason looked at him with painful yearning, eyes glossy with fever and tears, and for a while Dick got lost in trying to discern their colour. It was the kind of curious hazel that edged on green, with a thin stripe of yellow around the blown irises, and chips of blue thrown in here and there - if they looked this pretty in the gloomy shade of the bedroom, they had to look stunning in full light.

Uh oh, Grayson, a thought swam up from the depths of hormonal haze. Down boy, get a grip. It took him a full minute to realize how low his head dropped, how close his lips were to Jason's. Panicked, he attempted to move back, but just then Jason surged up and their foreheads met.

Dick froze. The omega closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, every breath ending in a tiny hitch, and Dick didn't dare to move. It was intimate, way too intimate; it was a demand for comfort form an omega in distress and his lungs seized on him. He couldn't move, because if he did, it would just escalate things, as his instincts demanded of him…

But then, wasn’t he trying to turn a river around with a stick? They were already far enough along and he was just deluding himself that it will end differently than what their nature demanded - after all, Dick already had his fingers inside of the omega, back in the car, already felt him soft and slick at his core as he struggled to stop what the older tried to cause… it was just delusion brought on by pride, wasn't it?

He was a stubborn bastard, they both were, Jason was also fighting the heat, Dick could see it clearly, the flood of hormones demanded things of him he wasn't comfortable doing. If he didn't fight, his scent could be so much harder to resist.

Dick rewarded the struggle with a slow nuzzle, rubbing his forehead gently against Jason's, nosing at his cheek with a low throaty rumble. Comfort - he kept telling himself. Comfort.

They just - they just needed to weather the first wave. Then it's all going to be okay. At least that's what he hoped for.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Imagine...Getting In A Fight

Request: I'm so glad requests are open! Can I request a Jensen x reader where they have a big fight (you can choose the reason) and she storms out and later Jensen watches a car accident on the news and the car matches the readers and he thinks it's hers but she walks in and it ends fluffy?

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Warnings: language, angsty

“You didn’t go to the grocery store yet?” you heard Jensen say from the bottom of the stairs. It could have been an innocent question but there was that tone that made your blood boil.

“I’ve been cleaning the bathroom and bedroom and doing laundry all morning while you were dicking around with the cars,” you said, putting a hand on your hip when you got to the top of the stairs, staring down at him.

“You mean washing them when it’s a freaking hundred degrees out? Filling up your gas because you always let it get too low? Is that what you mean by dicking around? You’re welcome by the way,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“You get grumpy when you’re hungry,” you said, hearing him scoff at the bottom of the stairs. “You do!”

“You get irritable when it’s your...time,” he said waving his hands.

“I’m not on my period and thanks for reminding me,” you said, storming down the stairs past him into the kitchen. “I need more stuff but I wouldn’t want to have to bother you with having to go through a supermarket checkout with a box of pads now would I.”

“Fine, I’ll go to the grocery store because I’m just being a lazy ass today apparently,” he said, throwing up his hands.

“Oh I wouldn’t want to bother you with the oh so tedious task of buying food so we can eat and not starve to death,” you said, grabbing the list off the counter and your purse from the kitchen table. “Let me, Jensen, please, it’d be my honor.”

“Try not to get your car dirty,” he said, moving past you and upstairs, slamming the bedroom door shut while you gave the front the same treatment.

“Stupid angry boy,” you grumbled as you went to your car. “You better be in a good mood by the time I get back.”

“Oh my Chuck,” you said, carrying the first load of groceries into the house four hours later. “What a nightmare...”

“Y/N?” you heard Jensen say from the top of the stairs as you came back with the other load, Jensen always thinking it was funny how you tried to get as many bags at once like a little kid.

“I’m here,” you said, starting to empty the bags, hearing his feet pound down the stairs. “I had to go to the store twice since-Oof!”

“You’re okay,” you heard him mumbled as he practically smothered you to death in his big bear hug, lifting you off the ground and spinning you some. “Oh thank you, thank you, you’re okay.”

“Uh, are you okay? Did something happen?” you asked, waiting for him to put you down but instead feeling him burrow his head into your shoulder. “Baby, what’s wrong? Is it about the fight? You know we both get snappy when we’re hungry and we’ve both been working all day. There was this stupid accident on the highway that clogged up traffic and the cold stuff got warm so I had to go back and buy more and Jay, baby you’re shaking.”

“There was an accident on the news, same car and everything as yours and they said the driver was critical but they weren’t releasing a name because the family didn’t know yet and you never take that long and you drive that highway and I made you mad and you left your phone here and I’ve been waiting to get some awful call and-”

“Shh,” you said, finally getting him to set you down, even if he held you close. “I’m right here.”

“I know,” he said, taking a deep breath and letting you go, moving behind you to start putting things away. You kept an eye on him as he moved around the kitchen, trying to distract himself so he could get some space. He wasn’t one to freak out like that, ordinarily curling in on himself and going quiet if something was wrong.

You let him have his space until he finished up, rushing back upstairs with you following right after. 

“Baby?” you asked, catching him run a hand through his hair as he stood with his back to you in your room. 

“I uh, finished the laundry. We can make dinner in a little while,” he said, fixing the blanket on the bed so he had something to do. You walked up behind him and gave him a hug, trying to tackle him down onto the bed, only moving when he gave in to you. 

“We didn’t do our after fight cuddle yet,” you said, throwing your legs over his, a slight rumble vibrating through his back from what sounded like a nervous chuckle. You nuzzled the back of his neck and you knew he was rolling his eyes and wearing a smile.

“One little favor from now on,” he said, turning around his body so he faced you. He looked better but there was that unease in his eyes that wouldn’t seem to go away. 

“Anything baby,” you said, pecking a kiss to his lips. He smiled and he tugged you closer.

“If we have a fight again, when we have a fight again over stupid shit, please don’t drive. You need space I get it but just...go to your office or the backyard or remind me of this right now and I’ll go hide away somewhere until we both cool down. I can’t think...” he said, pressing his lips together.

“Alright. We’re okay,” you said, tucking yourself into his nooks, closing your eyes. “Let’s be lazy the rest of the day. We’ve been through enough already for one.”

“I should really start on dinner. I was going to make that roast thing you like,” he said.

“Order take out, grab a couple beers and we’ll have a relaxing night at home. The food’ll be there tomorrow,” you said, Jensen smirking now. “Does that sound like a plan?”

“Yeah. A nice quiet night with just you sounds perfect.”

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[intoxicatingimmediacy]

From Homeless to Hamilton: How Daveed Diggs Finessed His Way Onto Hollywood’s ‘It’ List Without Selling Out

Presented with the basic premise for what would later become the defiantly woke, Pulitzer Prize-winning, billion dollar-grossing Broadway smash hit Hamilton in 2013, rapper-actor Daveed Diggs reacted strongly to the material—just not in a good way. “I said, ‘That’s a terrible idea,’” recalls Diggs. “If someone says to you, ‘Hey, here’s a rap musical about Alexander Hamilton,’ the elevator pitch of that show is not good!”

Realizing he’s implicitly shitting on Hamilton mastermind Lin-Manuel Miranda, the performer clarifies: “There was never any doubt that Lin could pull this off. Immediately upon hearing the music or reading the scenes, it becomes clear that it’s a wonderful idea. But if you ask me if I think this is a bad idea? I still think it’s a bad idea.”

Diggs, of course, went on to originate the production’s dual dead-white-guy role of Thomas Jefferson/Marquis de Lafayette, picking up a best actor Tony and a Grammy for his risk—all while firmly entrenching himself within America’s cultural consciousness thanks to his rapid-fire MC skills and Sideshow Bob-esque head of corkscrew curls.

Which is a pretty positive outcome for a guy who just a few years earlier had regularly slept on the 2 train—Manhattan’s Seventh Avenue express—during his starving actor days. He was scraping by on just $100 a week in unemployment benefits and getting rejected time and again during “soul-crushing, nonsense” auditions. “I didn’t have a job or an income source,” Diggs says. “I was going to these big cattle call auditions. I’d leave those things and go hang out with friends. I was young and invincible. Sleeping on the subway was fine.”

But in 2016, after two years and somewhere in the neighborhood of 700 performances beneath Hamilton’s blinding cultural spotlight, the Oakland-born multi-hyphenate—who was recruited to run the 110 meter high-hurdles at Brown University but graduated with a degree in theater—decided it was time to branch out. “I knew it was time for me to go,” he says. So in recent months, Diggs has turned his attention to an almost mind-boggling array of eclectic projects.

“I wanted to keep working,” explains Diggs. “I didn’t know how long it would be before I worked again. And I was also aware that something had happened that had given me a visibility in this business that is pretty rare—especially for a person doing theater. I was confident in the people I had chosen to work with. But I was nervous: how do you not make the wrong decision? It’s such a fickle business.”

In addition to racking up character arcs on such shows as Netflix’s The Get Down (as the show’s narrator, a hip-hop superstar), Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt (a university philosophy student and possible Kimmy paramour who, yes, busts a rhyme on camera during the show’s third season) and Black-ish (as Tracee Ellis Ross’ pompous, croissant-chomping hipster brother Johan), Diggs has also been touring with his experimental/underground noise-rap group Clipping. On November 17, Diggs will mark his film debut with a supporting role as an English teacher alongside the likes of Julia Roberts and Owen Wilson in Lionsgate’s YA novel adaptation Wonder. “I was a teacher for many years before anyone knew who I was,” Diggs notes. “So it felt close to home. I still teach workshops and try to work in education whenever I can. I think teaching is one of the most important jobs you can do, so I jumped at the opportunity to portray a really great teacher.”

Then there’s his pivot to the other side of the camera with the new ABC sitcom The Mayor for which the 35-year-old serves as executive producer. After his recurring role on Blackish, and still relatively burnt out by his long Hamilton co-starring run, Diggs was reluctant to sign on for the “grind” of a multi-year commitment of a starring role but warmed to the idea of calling shots creatively (what’s more, he and his Clipping band mates Jonathan Snipes and William Hutson are creating the show’s original music). Debuting to generally positive reviews earlier this month, The Mayor (Tuesdays at 9:30 ET) follows an aspiring NorCal hip-hop artist (Brandon Michael Hall) who runs for political office to jump start sales of his mixtape—but unexpectedly wins the election.

“Setting it in Northern California means it would sound different than any other part of the country or even someplace as close as Los Angeles,” Diggs notes. “Because of where he is, [the main character] Courtney Rose will be more influenced by E-40, Mac Dre and Keak da Sneak than, say, Jay Z, Nas and Biggie. I was excited to work on a show that honors those distinctions and I think this specificity adds authentic to the character and the town.”

And as if his dance card weren’t yet already full enough, Diggs is set to star in TNT’s futuristic sci-fi series Snowpiercer as a prisoner barely surviving on a gigantic, fast-moving train that continuously circles the globe years after civilization has been wiped out by a post-apocalyptic ice age. “I don’t think any performer wants to be pigeonholed,” Diggs says with a shrug. “And I’m a sci-fi nut. It’s exciting. It’s one of the reasons I’m in this business: I’m not very good at doing the same thing every day!”

[flannelshirtandjeans]

I found an old drabbly thing of Jay and Cait’s friendship in my folders, cleaned it up a little to salvage it, and so here it is now! ;u;, I have feelings about them as friends hhhhh. Also platonic sleepy snuggles. 8))))) Not shippy!!! Platonic.

unnamed snippets 1& 2 from the same night feat. ferals, an unfortunate selection of food, return of The Teddy Bear of Comfort, and platonic snuggles

~ 1500 words

As night and exhaustion fell and neither Jay nor Cait had any will to keep trucking deeper into the abandoned feral-infested building but also no interest in heading out to find a dry shelter in the pouring rain outside, they traced their steps back to an office they’d seen earlier with a sturdy door that they could lock. They made their way back slowly, still on high alert, stepping over corpses, and setting up noise traps and mines to the corridor on both sides of the door to alert them to any remaining ferals if they somehow managed to wander to their door. Once they’d locked themselves inside, they pulled a heavy bookcase against the door for good measure.

    ‘Well, if that doesn’t keep them out then I don’t know what will!’ Cait said in her best confident voice, brushing off the dust the bookcase had sprinkled on her, but there was an uneasy undertone to her words. She flicked the light switch on the wall, and somehow, against all odds, a naked light bulb flickered into life in the ceiling.

     ‘Let’s hope they don’t come back to this part of the building at all,’ Jay said, squinting in the sudden light. He was more out of breath than he liked, but he had to admit that it had been a long day, and that his latest brush-up with a deathclaw had left him in a pretty bad shape, so all things considered he was doing pretty well. He scratched absently at the scar on his side through his clothes, and shrugged off his bags to fish out a couple of Nuka Colas. He handed the other one to Cait, who took it, smashed the cap open against a shelf’s edge, and drank almost a third in one go. She half-stifled a burp and wiped her mouth with a relatively clean spot on her forearm.

    ‘You really think we’re gonna be that lucky?’ She sounded almost disgusted, but Jay knew her well enough to know that the disgust wasn’t directed at him. He gave her a lopsided shrug and the brightest grin he could muster before sipping on his own drink.

    ‘I'm an optimist,’ he said. It had never felt such a lie as it did now with the exhausted tremble in his limbs, a heavy fear in his gut, and all his nerves pulled tight enough to scream constantly in his head and heart.

    Cait scoffed. ‘More like a bloody fool,’ she said and let her own bags fall onto the floor with a crash that was really loud in the quiet of the building, and for a brief moment Jay was certain that every remaining feral in the building turned towards the sound in unison. Somewhere above them something fell over with a crash almost like an encho, and Jay heard something skittering across the ceiling of the room - could have been a feral, or could have been something else. He was too tired and too terrified to tell. He knew he’d be flinching at every sound all night.

    But Cait’s expression was almost affectionate behind her rat’s nest of red hair and disapproving tone, and that made Jay’s breath a little easier and the knot of fear a little lighter.

     ‘So what are we eatin’?’ Cait asked then, easily slipping into a different topic. ‘I'm starving.’

     Jay wasn’t particularly hungry - no, that was a lie: he was ravenous, but the tight heavy fear resting swollen inside him and the putrid smell of the building and feral-secretions had done a number on his appetite. He scratched the scar on his cheek absently, put his bottle on the corner of a table, and pulled his bag close with his foot to rummage through it for what remained of their food.

    ‘Pork'n'Beans or Pork’n’Beans’, he said, pulling a can into the light. Cait groaned good-naturedly and took the can. She was better at using the can-opener.

    ‘You didn’t look when you packed, did you?’ she teased. ‘Only a tit like you would only pack fricking Pork’n’Beans.’

    ‘No, I looked,’ Jay said, defensive but laughing. ‘But the only other travel food I found in the closets back home was mac and cheese and that would have made this even more of a living hell for me! Some gas we can at least deal with!’

     ‘Maybe the ferals will faint if they somehow manage to break in,’ Cait laughed, and started cracking open the can. Jay didn’t even try not to laugh as he pulled the trangia out of his bag and started getting it set up under the room’s boarded-up window.

When they’d set their bedrolls behind a table that covered them from view from the door and gave them just enough time to get up and find their bearings in case their traps were triggered, they crawled into their bedrolls, food warm and heavy in their bellies (sitting with varying degrees of ease), too exhausted to try to stay up and chat anymore. They rolled around restlessly, rustling their covers and makeshift pillows for a long time. Neither could sleep, however - their breaths didn’t slow down to a sleepy rhythm, their yawning didn’t stop. Finally Cait made a disgusted noise, and said: ‘Toss me your Pip-Boy. I can’t sleep.’

     Jay made a sleepy noise and pushed the device across the uneven rough carpet, letting his arm slump right there when he couldn’t push it further. Cait reached to grab the device and sat up in her makeshift bed, scooting backwards to lean against the crumbling wall, and turned the Pip-Boy on. The orange light - Jay had somehow managed to change it from the green that made any and all room look ghastly - flickered on and painted her face and most of the wall, and Jay squinted even with his eyes shut.

     ‘Turn the sound off’, Jay mumbled, words slurring because his cheek was mushed against the pillow. Pile of clothes covered with a little hand towel, really.

    ‘How?”

    ‘I don’t know! Just. Try something.’

    ‘You don’t have a game in?’

    ‘They’re in the little pocket of the backpack. I think, if I didn’t take them out since the last trip.’

    Cait sighed and pushed herself forward to drag Jay’s bag from the foot end of his bedroll. She found the holotapes from the third small pocket she tried, and settled back against the wall. Jay cuddled himself deeper into his bedrolls and pressed his face against the pillow to block out some of the light.

    He reached out some fifteen minutes later to grab the bag and pull out a tattered teddy bear, pulling it against his chest without a word, without as much as a glance towards Cait, and curled up.

    Cait didn’t ask, but her fingers slipped on the controls of the game. Nobody asked anymore. They said nothing because the bear made Jay feel better. 

    Cait wrestled with her heart for a moment. Now that she thought back on their day, Jay’d been subdued, a little off key from the get-go - she’d chalked it up to the knowledge that they’d be wading through ferals by the end of the day, and who would be excited about that? But now she had a sneaking suspicion that it was something else. Some days Jay ached to his bones, and instead of punching out in his pain in a way Cait would have understood very well, he curled up around it inside and smiled until it either got a little easier to breathe again, or it was night and he could no longer run away from all his thoughts.

    That’s when the teddy bear came out. Or weeding pavements started. Or the firewood pile in Sanctuary suddently started building up.

    The next deep breath Jay took shook around the edges a little - not enough to herald tears, but enough to be heard anyway, and Cait couldn’t sit still anymore.

    ‘Alright,’ she said, and scooted sideways on her bedroll, setting the Pip-Boy on her lap and extending her arm to make room at her side. ‘Come ‘ere. You look like you could use a cuddle.’

     There was a brief moment of silence.

    ‘You said the next person to try to snuggle you would get their ass kicked to next year,’ Jay said, and though there was a slight bubble to the first couple of words, he sounded a little amused. Tired, but amused.

     ‘I’m inviting you to, you ass! And anyway I know you won’t try to paw at me or anything by now,’ Cait said and gestured at him impatiently. ‘Worst you’re gonna do is smell, and than’t mostly because of the beans. Do you need the cuddle or what?’

     There was a brief pause again, and then Jay got up and dragged his bedroll next to Cait’s. He snuggled up back against her side and rested his head on her shoulder, radiating heat through the blankets. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh. He pulled the teddy bear close again, but didn’t hug it quite as tightly against chest.

     Cait found a comfortable rest for her arm on his shoulder and let it stay there, and turned her attention back to the Pip-Boy, a smile playing on her lips. She’d have to play one-handed, but that was all right. Maybe Jay wouldn’t sleep any easier, but maybe, just maybe, Cait could give him back just a fraction of the comfort he’d given her so far.