#and we got the shut the fuck up genius scene

[deathbyfiction]

HE WAS PERFECT 10/10

[evilminji]

Okay, But, >.> Listen...

So MAYBE, just MAYBE, I am an incureable RoFan Isekai nerd. Shut up about it, maybe. What're you a cop? Mind your business. BUT! And hear me out...

W...What would actually? HAPPEN if Danny went into a Visual Novel? Some Otome game? You know, aside from being vague flustered by and then DEEPLY ALARMED by these walking Red Flag Fruitloops that girls are supposed to find "dreamy" or something?

Like we know how MMOs work for him. And probably OTHER open world games? But a visual novel? Would it be like the Christmas Episode? Would he hear narration? Be stuck in static "scenes"? Or would it be like a cut together "only the interesting parts" movie that he's somehow IN?

Like?? At SOME point his curiosity is gonna get the best of him. He's gonna want to know what different video games are LIKE on the inside? What's Pong like? Tetris? Mario? One of those Mama's cooking games? Etc etc.

He probably hits up a game sale. Buys a box or two. Figures he can always resell um or just give them away for free. Might even use them for parts. Who knows. And?

It's kinda cool!

It's even SCIENCE! See? Tucker's in charge of notes. Sam's in charge of hilarious commentary and pizza. Jazz is keeping them from drinking and doing ghost shit (terrible combination, we never speak of What Happened(tm) again). And the Dr's. Fenton got distracted by making fudge and debating what games should be counted towards which categories.

They've made an afternoon of it.

And NOW? They've reached the bottom of box one. It was "Survive The Villainess! My Rose for You!" Or... judging by Sam's climbing eyebrows and growing scowl? A DEEPLY unpleasant porn game about school girls.

You could not PAY him enough.

Yeah, he DOES realistically kinda want to know what happens.. if.. like? You know... sexy games... like would he? Or does he just WATCH or...? *awkward cough* But! That's NOT for Family Science Night! And DEFINITELY not THAT game, THANKS.

He'll find himself an ETHICALLY SOURCED smutty game full of consensual boning. For PRIVATE TIME. Those test results are gonna show up like MAGIC and we WILL NOT be talking about them! Got it? Good.

Now what the fuck is he look at here?

Jazz is surprisingly knowledgeable. They are not allowed to ask. They respect it. The main character "wakes up" inside the body of a "villainess" and must survive. Turn her terrible reputation around. Avoid "death flags". Preferably romance one of the hot guys?

Uuuuuuuh... you realize Danny's in a committed relationship, right?

Sam and Turker allow it. But they reserve the right to blast his taste in Fantasy Guy's. Chose carefully, for their roasting shall be BRUTAL. Luuuuuv yoooou~♡

He wants a divorce. They're not even MARRIED and he wants a divorce. You see how they mock him, Jazz? The cruelty he suffers? He's taking the Blobs and moving to Frightknight's. They always warned him about you living folks and your fast ways, but he didn't listen! *continued dramatics* *is smacked with a pillow*

But actually going IN? The weirdly, vaguely European over the top EVERYTHING? Giant jewels and ridiculous, fancy dresses? The walking red flag Romantic Archtype Leads? He wants to PUNCH half these guys! This is ABUSE! Are people OKAY!?

Like? I feel like he'd stay way, WAY longer then he needed too? Just out of morbid curiosity? W-where is this plot GOING? It's so dramatic. Why is my dress MORE dramatic now? Why is everything so... Sparkly.

It would be? AMAZING and baffling and I would pay real money to hear their live commentary. "Why not simply judo flip the crown prince off the balcony, then take over the country, sweetie?" "Solid plan, honey! He deserves it!" Beautiful. Flawless. Sage advice really. Too bad Danny can barely walk in his five million bows dress.

It's the BEST Au and I might be a genius. Or deeply sleep deprived. Meh. We'll 50/50 it, six of one, half a dozen of another.

@hdgnj @ailithnight @nerdpoe @the-witchhunter

[muniimyg]

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Jungkook is a dick. 

Okay, he isn’t exactly a sly bitch-ass motherfucker… He’s just a little miscommunicative, a little forgetful, and a little annoying sometimes… Let’s just say he’s lucky he’s hot. 

“I thought you wanted to make out,” you half-heartedly complain as he finally notices you for the first time tonight. He chuckles before settling beside you. Your body itches for him to be closer. Instead, he keeps a friendly seating distance. “How did we end up here?”

Let’s set the scene.

You two are in a karaoke room with your friends. The boys are belting out their sad love songs while your best friend, Yuna, continues to down as many drinks as possible. Currently, she’s celebrating being ghosted, and this karaoke session was actually her doing. 

Yuna has been your friend since the beginning of time. With that being said: you two are complete opposites. She likes surprises and showing up… You like planning and ditching. She has her fair share of passionate flings and you have your fair share of boring boyfriends. It’s truly a work of balance between you two. Regardless, you love her with your entire heart and can’t wait for her to meet better men. On the other hand, Yuna holds a flaw that sickens you to your very core. Since the first day Taehyung introduced you and her to Jungkook, she has not shut up about how cute of a couple you two would make.

Aside from that, Yuna is chill. Your friendship with her is completely low maintenance. It’s hard to feel offended when you’ve always known she’s been closer to Taehyung. They’re the best of friends. Naturally, she texted Taehyung the ground-breaking news and he quickly got to work. He called all the boys up and then they all headed to Jungkook’s. Unfortunately, they beat you there and Jungkook didn’t have enough time to text you a warning. As you stood outside his door, you quickly caught on and pretended like Jungkook had communicated the plans with you. 

To be honest, it’s not like you needed Jungkook tonight. If anything, it was him who wanted to see you so bad… But you can’t help but feel irritated that the night turned out like this. 

It feels a little weird. 

You know you can touch him. That’s allowed, right? You two are friends and harmless physical affection is okay! It’s like, you know you reach over and touch his hand; he would hold it. You know he would.. So why isn’t he? 

It’s too early for you to swallow your pride.. However, that doesn’t stop you from having needs.

He should make the first move.

“I mean,” he takes a quick sip of his drink, “I’m a little shy… Oh! Idea… How about you kiss me first and I promise to kiss you back.”

You glare at him, shoulders dropping at his answer. Like always, he’s being a piece of shit. Swiftly, you take the drink from his hand and chug the rest of it down. When you finish, you hand him the empty glass and as you’re about to say something—he reaches over and wipes the top of your lip. 

You sit still and take in this moment. He’s slightly leaning in and his eyes are on your lips. Surely, he’ll fold, right? You want him to. 

When he pulls away, he puts his glass down. “I’m right here. You gonna do it or not?”

“We’re literally at a fucking karaoke room with our friends, Jungkook.”

“So?”

“I’m not exposing myself this early on!” you whisper-shout. 

He snickers. “And just how long is this supposed to last? Are we gonna be a secret forever?”

You shrug, having no answer for him. “This is stupid. You’re the one who asked—begged—me to come over and make out with you. You said you wanted to kiss my lips and my—”

“I know what I said,” Jungkook chides. “I meant what I said. Nothing changed.”

You poke his chest and repeat yourself. “We’re in a karaoke room with our fucking friends.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “I had no choice! Blame Yuna!”

You gasp. “I would never!”

His shoulders slump, feeling defeated. “___, what do you want me to do? Fuck you in the bathroom—”

Your eyes widen at his blunt words. Quickly, you cover his mouth with your hand. He licks it in response and you groan in disgust. “You’re disgusting!”

“Pay back for spitting back at me the other night.”

Your eyes dart at him. He laughs and puts his hands up in defeat. “Relax. They aren’t listening to us.”

As you wipe your wet hand on his shirt, you take his word for it. Then, you move away from him and cross your arms in frustration. Jungkook playfully inches closer, murmuring apologies. You shake your head, pout, and turn the other way. 

Jungkook feels stuck. 

Was he really in the wrong? Did he go too far? Did anyone even hear? You’re just so uptight sometimes… It wouldn’t hurt to laugh, right?

That’s exactly what he figures to do.

Jungkook calls over the mic and stands up to sing. Everyone calms down and gives him their undivided attention.

“Uh,” Jungkook begins, “This is for Yuna!”

“No thanks!” Yuna rejects, raising a shot at him. She drinks it in one go and giggles. Jungkook winks, turning his attention to you. You cover your eyes with your hands and ignore the rest of the boys' cheers. 

“If I were your boyfriend, I’d never let you go. I can take you places you ain’t never been before. Baby take a chance or you’ll never know. I got money in my hands that I’d really like to blow… Swag, swag, swag on you,” Jungkook sings cheekily. He takes his time, doing body rolls, and makes his performance much more dramatic with the help of Jimin and Nam Joon. 

Suddenly, the boys all join in.

They turn Jungkook’s special number into the performance of the night. They hype each other up and even create a choreo. Towards the end, Jungkook kneels in front of you and serenades the last few lyrics; “if I was your boyfriend, never let you go. Keep you in arm girl, you’d never be alone. If I was your boyfriend, I can be a gentleman, anything you want… If I was your boyfriend, I’d never let you go. I’d never let you go. So give me a chance, 'cause you're all I need girl. Spend a week with your boy I'll be calling you my girlfriend. If I was your man, I'd never leave you girl… I just want to love you, and treat you right.”

When the song comes to a complete end, the sound of the guy's laughter fills the room. Jungkook stays on his knees, making a pouty face. 

“Still mad?”

You give him a cold shoulder. “Dunno.”

Jungkook laughs, catching himself as he begins to lean in. Yuna awkwardly clears her throat. You shoot her a glare and she sticks her tongue out at you two.

“Jungkook…” she warns. “You’re not allowed to have ___!” 

He snickers at her. “Fine with me! I don’t want her.”

Yuna waves her finger at Jungkook, lowering her gaze at him. She isn’t convinced with his words. “Listen you motherfucker… You touch her and I’ll ruin your life.” 

Jungkook laughs coyly before turning to you. He wrinkles his nose and shrugs, “guess this is the beginning of my end.”

“Guess it is,” you purse your lips. “Too bad.”

“Too bad?” Jungkook scoffs, “if you’re my end; then so be it. Nothing more beautiful than you.”

You make a sour face at him before throwing the karaoke book his way. He dodges it and sticks his middle finger out at you. Then, he returns to his boys and joins them in song. From the corner of your eye, you see Yuna giving you a look. She mouths out, “anything to confess?”

You shake your head and roll your eyes at her.

Confess? What is there to confess? Nothing. 

Absolutely nothing. 

By the grace of God, Taehyung was able to get Yuna to stop drinking. However, by the time Taehyung suggested to do so… She was no longer able to walk on her own. The karaoke session ends and everyone is either tipsy or helping Taehyung take care of Yuna. 

“Should I walk you home?”

You sit up and take your phone out. Swiping it open, you don’t bother to look at him when you answer. “I can Uber.”

Jungkook then snatches your phone and holds it above his head. There’s a lazy smirk on his face you want to slap off. “You’re not Ubering home alone and tipsy.”

“Walking home with you isn’t any better.”

In all honesty, Jungkook is tipsy too. He chugged a few beers last minute and took Yuna’s remaining shots. Yet, it’s clear that he’s sober enough to take care of himself. One thing you’ve only recently started to notice about Jungkook is that he’s a grumpy, sad, and needy drunk. Maybe the grumpy part is more prominent in the tipsy portion.

He offers a sarcastic laugh before frowning. “Shut the fuck up and get your shit. Let’s go. I’m tired.”

“Then go home—”

“Don’t be difficult,” he begs. “Just let me do this.”

The walk home is rather quiet. 

Aside from Jungkook’s lame attempts to ask you about your classes and work schedule, there’s not much to talk about. You answer him politely, feeling a little relieved that his little attitude is melting away. Slowly but surely, he was sobering up. 

To keep the conversation going, you ask him about the boys and what it’s like now that he moved out with Taehyung and Jimin. He answers truthfully, stating that the living situation is neater than he expected and that he misses the dynamic with everyone around during late nights. Sure the two boys kept him company and the aspect of privacy was nice, but he can’t help but miss the chaos. 

As he speaks and as you walk side by side with him—it still feels weird. It’s that same weird feeling you felt in the karaoke room. 

Your fingertips have brushed against each other for the nth time tonight. Was it the drinks you downed or are you actually feeling a little annoyed he didn’t even try to hold your hand tonight? And how did we get here? 

It’s your front door. 

… Is this it? Is it really just goodnight and go?

“Do you think Taehyung is secretly in love with Yuna?” Jungkook blurts with a cheeky grin on his face. “He’s all she talks about and vice versa. She always comes over and they just sit and talk and laugh like they’re the only two people in the world.”

You pause and think about it. “They’ve always been close.”

“Not like this,” he advocates. “They’re… Happier?”

“She’s still hung up on that guy that ghosted her… Maybe good company is just good company, you know? It doesn’t always have to mean or lead to a new love interest.” 

Jungkook tilts his head. “Is that how you feel too?”

“What do you mean?”

He bites his tongue. “Never mind.”

“... Okay?” you respond awkwardly. You turn away and dig through your bag for your key. “Thanks for walking me home, I guess? Goodnight.”

Jungkook sighs loudly. “Can you at least look at me and pretend like you care if I get home safe or not?”

“But I’d be lying!” you laugh, finally finding your keys. You stick it in and turn the nob. Suddenly, you feel his hand grab your wrist. With one tug, your body turns to face him. He smiles sweetly as you frown at him. 

“Dream of me,” he teases, taking a step closer to you. Closing in the space between, he dips his head low and lowers his gaze to your lips. 

“That’s just mean,” you whine. “Why would you want me to have nightmares?”

He glares at you. “Ha. Ha. Not funny.”

“It was pretty funny.”

Jungkook huffs, “no, it hurt my feelings actually.”

“Not my problem,” you snark back.

“You’re always my problem.”

“You’re annoying as fuck—”

“Oh my god,” Jungkook stresses. “Just let me kiss you goodnight, woman!”

Before you can answer, he crashes his lips against yours and kisses you. He does it deeply like he’s been waiting to kiss you all night. When you pull away for a breath, he continues to give you little kisses. You laugh and playfully push his face away from yours. 

He pouts and demands, “kiss me lots, ___.”

You can’t even deny him. In this very moment, he is the most precious thing in the world. You let him kiss you once more before squishing his cheeks together. You give him a peck before saying goodnight for the last time. 

“Get home safe, pookie.”

“Arghh,” Jungkook curls his hand into a fist and hits the left side of his chest. “I knew you’d care.”

He wishes to never forget the way his heart flutter at this very moment… And as much as you hate to admit it—your heart flutters too.

[santrrl]

STEEL MAN ᡣ𐭩 ─Colossus x r ˚｡⋆୨୧˚─ 16.AUG.24

"𝓘 𝓽𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝔂 𝓹𝓾𝓽, 𝔀𝓱𝔂 𝓭𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓦𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓼𝓸 𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓴𝔂?" "𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮~" *ੈ𑁍༘⋆

𑄽ᧉྀི 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 : Colossus X Reader, Violence, Death, Descriptive fight scenes, Sibling!Wade, Wilson!siblings, Swearing, Wade is a tag in himself.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 : Inspired by a similar fanfiction, I can't remember the name nor the writer, but I know it had something to do with hide and seek, and I know it was ten thousand words long ! So thank you for inspiring me !

"Where, in the fuck! is! Everyone!?" I screamed over the gunfire, emphasising every word with a shot. "Wade, answer me!" I yelled into the earpiece, whilst hitting a man in the temple with the magazine of my gun, effectively knocking him out. "Calm down! Jesus, you sound like Louise Belcher! The sex-men should be here soon- I can- Ah, you fuck-knuckle! They should be here soon, I can hear their shitty ship!" He yells, clearly under pressure, the sound of people screaming next to him perfectly clear.

"Fuck-! Good!" I scream back, ducking behind a crate, shooting out over it, effectively and accurately shooting the snipers in the building ahead.

Me and Wade were closest to the mission point, enjoying a hotdog in a park, before we got whiff that a trafficking ring based in a tall parking lot was nearby, and led by four mutants, and thus inevitably were the first ones to arrive as Wade wanted his moment.

"Relax! Your man of steel balls and schlong will be here soon! And lord help you when it comes down to it!" I hear Wade giggle down the earpiece, hearing the familiar schh of his sword slicing. "I'm not even going to ask what that means." I groan, rolling out of my space and tackling another security guard.

"I mean, sister from another mister, you're gonna be in A-grade hell 'n heaven when you two-" Just as he was about to finish, someone coughed on the line, and it didn't take a genius to know who coughs that deep. "Wade, you know the rules. No inappropriate remarks during missions." Colossus' heavy accent remarked. "Where are you two anyway?"

"I'm by the west wing, personally scout master Kevin." Wade cheered, as he killed more people, very loudly. "I'm, fuck! I'm-" I tried to get out, but got distracted. There was too many guards nearby for me to talk, and fight. Focusing, I shut out the voice of Colossus, screaming at me to stay where i was, and Wade and Negasonic insulting eachother as I began to use my powers and abilities to the best of my actions.

Eventually, I realised everyone around me was dead, and I was on the second floor of the garage out of four. Touching my ear, sweating and out of breath, I came to realise, my earpiece is gone. I couldn't communicate, however there was blood all over me, whose I didn't know, but I knew some of it was mine, no doubt about that.

Feeling woozy, I looked around, and saw my earpiece far away, on the hood of a car, an almost heavenly light shining on it. "One way to gain a super cool monologue I guess.." I sigh, picking up the piece, but just as I picked it up, a voice racked through the oddly quiet lot.

"I wouldn't touch it~" Came a low giggle. "Shut your giggling, Deco. Hello, you can call me Ray." He smiled. The two men were in full costumes, clearly the mutants. "You, have worth. Powers, loyalty. I can feel it. I'm going to ask you one question, X-men agent, as I need not know your name currently, and you're going to answer honestly." The taller, calmer one started.

"Yeah, or else you all die!" Deco screamed. "Dear Jesus, you sound like Wade n me." I sighed, leaning on the side of the car, tilting my head at how he said we 'all' die.

"Continuing." Ray glared at Deco, as he clapped his hands twice, and the door to the staircase slammed open. Wade, clearly somehow unconscious, Colossus tied together via about thirty re-bars, and Negasonic wearing a sack on her head got thrown in forcefully into the room. Out of instinct, I raced toward the two mutants to see what the hell they did to my friends. "What the fuck did you do to-" I started, but was cut short when what felt like the sun was shot into my face.

Falling down, I tried to shield my eyes, but to no avail. "Don't even try." Ray spat. "It's sun rays, get it? Ray, ray? And if you try anything like that again I'll force you to watch each of them be tortured to death." He grinned, voice low. "Now, the choice. Join us, and they go free, or leave us, and we kill you all." He spoke, voice high. This guy definitely had a God complex.

"You never hugged your dad did you." I groaned, rubbing my eyes. Colossus was struggling to speak up for the team behind Deco, it was like he had a voice controlling collar on.

"What a- you don't talk to Ray like that-" Deco stormed, sauntering towards me. It didn't take a genius to know Colossus was going wild, struggling horrifically trying to save everyone, his soldier instincts kicking in like never before.

Grabbing me by the collar, Deco shoved me on the floor, I couldn't fight back, as it would only aggravate him more and I couldn't risk putting my friends and only brother in more danger.

"You wanna talk, huh? Talk to this." He hissed, before putting his hand on my leg, and in a flash, my leg was decomposing. I froze in confusion and shock, before a tear slid down. I physically couldn't process this.

After that, my head was whirring. Colossus broke out, allowing me to stand, as I tried to shoot Deco. However, I failed, and flung my gun at him instead, which also missed. Jogging over to negasonic and wade, I untied her and took the bag off of her, before kneeling over Wade.

"Wade wake up! cmon! ..tacos? ...pussy? That guy that just flew over us? C'mon, Wade wake up!" I gasped, holding his face. Negasonic and Colossus were absolutely destroying every bad guy that came their way.

"i told you to stay put, why do you and wade have to be so risky?" He strained, throwing someone over us out of the lot. "You know you love me." I scoffed, through tears, as I shook wade.

''Let me.'' He said through his accent, as he grabbed Wades chest, and swiftly went to throw him over the edge, but stopped just before, promptly waking him up.

''You big ol' ass cheek of metal I love you!" He squealed, as he got carried bridal style, acting like he was high. Rephrase, chances are, he is high. "Are you okay?" Colossus asked lowly, looking at me caring. "I am." I smile, touching his shoulder.

Tossing and turning is an under exaggerating. I felt like I was in spooky scary sweaty hell. After about an hour of deciding whether or not to pull an all nighter. Eventually, I ended up heading downstairs, walking past gloomy pictures of past estate owners, and achievements.

Getting downstairs, I expected the normal people I see down there, Kurt and scott. However, there was someone else there, big oily muscles and perfect hair, who is this guy, Mads Mikkealson? He has like, no flaws.

Oh wait, he does, he's eating Colossus' cereal.

"He's gonna kill you, dude. Big C I mean." I scoff, sitting across from him. "He'll ramble about how it's healthy and won't actually say anything, but he'll talk my ass off about it. He made the second rule of x-men to label your stuff for a reason." I giggled, looking at him.

"Really?" He raised his brow, leaning back smiling. That was when it hit me, that this was colossus. That's also when I hit him. Over, and over, before we migrated to a pillow fight.

"Wade? What're you doin-" I groaned, yawning. "Shhh easy e, lemme get number forty nine." He whispered, as he snapped another photo. That was when i realised, I was cuddling colossus, and that was also when it hit me, I had somehow learned his name, Piotr. "Wade I'm gonna fuckin-" I mumbled, about to lunge at him, before realising I couldn't. "Fuck you pete." I whispered, realising I was practically trapped to him like a three year olds teddy bear.

All the while, Wade kept getting pictures.

Such a good thing i had his baby photos to spread like an std.

THIS IS SO RUSHED BC I ALR MADE THIS AND WAS AB TO PUBLISH IT AND TUMBLR DELETED IT I WANTED TO CRY

[exactlymaximumgarden]

thinking about running lines with schlatt but half the time he has to pause because you’re so good / he’s just so in love with you like especially if it’s a romantic scene like he just gets lost in it 🤭

youuuuu are a genius. i love this so much.

for the last thirty minutes, you and schlatt had been running lines for your upcoming production. you'd been incredibly anxious to get to this scene since it's your most dramatic moment of the show. it has to be perfect. it just has to be.

and so here you are, pacing the living room as schlatt sits on the couch with your script in his hand, pouring your all into this dialogue as you recite, no, deliver it for him.

"i knew you loved work," you exclaim your line, screwing your eyes shut as you try to envision the emotion behind it. it's a frenzied confrontation between two ex-lovers. "but you really get off on it, don't you?"

"yeah, i guess i do," schlatt follows up from the script, and although you can't see him, you can hear the emotion in his own voice. as time has passed, it's seemed as if he's getting into the groove of the role himself. "you didn't seem to mind it when we were working together. it was only when we weren't that-"

"oh, zach, i didn't mind not being part of your work! i loved you, i could've handled that." this is it. the largest chunk of lines for you yet. and you're going to make this count. "it was not being part of your life that got to me. and not being able to keep up with you. because that's what you expected. i know you did. because..."

you trail off. your mouth still hangs open as your pacing pauses. you know there's more, but the words are lost.

fuck.

you pause for a moment, waiting for schlatt to feed you that one word, just one word of the next sentence so you can get back on track with your line. but there's just silence.

you finally open your eyes to glance at schlatt, trying to figure out what's caused him to go radio silent. meanwhile, he sits there, simply staring at you. he's got a faraway expression on his face and a dreamy twinkle in his eye, to which you can't help but grow somewhat shy at.

"babe," you say, slightly clearing your throat. this seems to snap him back to reality.

"hah?"

"i forgot the rest of the line."

"oh, shit!" he quickly glances back down at the script, his eyes scanning the page. "fuck, where were you at?"

"just after the 'that's what you expected' bit." you softly laugh. "were you not listening?"

"i was! just got a little lost in the moment, i guess." he shrugs, trying to play the nonchalant card, but the pink tint in his cheeks is undeniable.

"did you?"

"yeah." he grins lovingly up at you. "can't help myself, toots. you're doing amazing. it's hard not to lose my focus when i've got a star right in front of me."

[flowersforzoe11]

Alex Rider S1E8 Review

wrapping up season one before my life gets quite busy again (we'll see when the next one of these is posted heh)

-god, Tom is just so *nice.* making him a bigger factor is such a high point in this show

-a thought that just occured to me. Jones is far too normal. where is my off-putting peppermint queen

-crawley is portrayed so perfectly. honestly such an understated character but Ace Bhatti is perfect (also go Kyra telling him to shut up, iconic)

-KYRA YOU SON OF A BITCH STEALING THE CARD FROM CRAWLEY WAS GENIUS (another one of those scenes that really fits the books, vibe-wise)

-omg the washer?? SO CUTE I CANNOT

-kyra do NOT make me cry on main I REPEAT DO NOT

-i love yassen with every cell in my body but what an anticlimactic death scene for greif (society if we got the greif death pun). *however* yassen walking away from the car is ice cold and goes absolutely crazy

-GOD the john rider lore drop this early goes craaaaazy

-OMG THE MOUTHWASH CALLBACK YES SO GOOD

-julius greif is so creepy i'm obsessed

-SPEECHLESS. the clone fight scene and the aftermath?? so cool. like it's so off the book (weird mix of Point Blanc and Scorpia Rising) but i don't even care right now because that was incredible (the devil works hard, but Yassen Gregorovich works harder)

-tom wearing a shirt that says "the book was better" is so fucking funny to me (it's true). biblically accurate alex rider.

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and with that, i've finished season 1!

just some overarching thoughts:

-biggest strength of this show vs the books is that we get to see things from multiple POVs instead of Alex's limited one

-love love love how Alex has such a good support system in this show

-the tone shift between the books and show is so interesting. the books are way darker imo which is crazy bc they were actually marketed towards children while the show skews older i think. like, we barely get the level of manipulation from Blunt in the show and the Julius Greif death and honestly clone fight were way toned down. just some observations i had throughout (i think by this point in the books, Alex had killed 2 people and set his clone on fire which is crazy)

but anyways! as always, lmk your thughts and i'll see you soon for season 2! :salute:

[an-idiot-in-fandoms]

CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE WAY WE TALK ABOUT THE MEMBERS OF MCR???

A-FUCKING-TTENTION. I WOULD LIKE TO ADDRESS SOMETHING.

as my followers may know i am a giant mcr stan. i love their music. i think most of the band are good people. however, something came to my attention.

i haven't made it a secret that i am NOT a fan of Lindsey Way, Gerard's wife, who is a racist, pedophile apologist. learning about her being a giant piece of shit made me very sad to acknowledge that if Gerard is willing to not only marry her, but use the reunion tour as also an opportunity to uncancel his dear precious wife or some bullshit, then he's not obviously the sharpest tool in the shed when it comes to race and racism in general. the fact that they even endorsed and was a fan of MSI, a "shock humour" band, which used slurs to get attention (which is fucking pathetic by the way), says a lot already. perhaps it speaks to the rock scene's general tolerance for racism at the time in the 2000s, but it wasn't the 1800s. Jimmy Urine was still a white man using the n-word at full volume, and profiting off of it during his concerts and releasing his music.

and maybe shut the fuck up if you're going to call me a "snowflake" about it, because chances are you're white, and you have no fucking clue how dangerous this rhetoric can be towards POC, who have to put up with the normalisation of slur use that the band encourages. i am a POC, and i find the fact that he used that language for money and fame absolutely disgusting. the whole band is disgusting. they can rot in hell.

anyway.

i came across a blog, not going to say which one, but one where it called out Lindsey Way. i was like "ok cool someone else who can use critical thinking in this fandom and doesn't just blindly support Gerard even though he's still definitely not the goddamn messiah". so i go on a scroll through their blog. they were a big fan of Frank, and i respect that, Frank deserves all of his flowers and more.

and then it got weird.

i came across posts where they speculated on the dynamic of the band. and a lot of things were spoken about, where they talked about Gerard being manipulative towards Frank, and how Frank didn't like going on the American leg of the tour during the reunion, and how, basically, they weren't friends, and how Gerard wasn't a good person.

the point is - there was A LOT of speculation. it made me upset to be reading it because i felt as though i'd been punched in the face, reading all this stuff about a guy i look up to partially. i sort of fell into a rabbit hole scrolling through their tumblr, getting more depressed, feeding into the logic that i could never truly feel happy about liking mcr again, reading about all of these theories, and---

hold the phone.

did you read that?

THEORIES.

it occurred to me that these were THEORIES. and the way they were demonising certain people, such as putting down Ray in certain posts to make way for Frank, made me realise that there's a problem with this fandom and how people like to assume what happens with the band members' personal life, and how they interact with each other. people like to speculate in this fandom. like, a lot.

i'll assume it's partially due to how most of the band don't shed a lot of light on their personal lives, only really Frank and Mikey are active on social media, usually showing appreciation for their families/or Frank's countless side-projects (which are all great btw, go listen to Parachutes again). so a lot of the fandom turn to speculation, to come up with these theories that "oh there's in-fighting", or "Gerard is secretly an evil genius who manipulates the whole band".

these are real people. Gerard isn't a saint, despite what some people may believe (cough, girlgerard, cough), but what we don't have to do is start making up bullshit about them being a certain way with no evidence. it's all speculation. and it's demeaning, not only to Frank and Gerard, who've probably had enough with the rumours about them over the years, but for Mikey and Ray as well.

these people aren't your friends. they're not some mystical beings shrouded in darkness that you have to find everything out about either. they are people in a band.

going too deep into speculation robs them of their autonomy. it makes everyone in the fandom look like creeps as well. it's horrible to see, and it takes away the real importance of critical thinking.

you can think critically about Gerard for marrying and excusing a racist woman, because there is EVIDENCE of her being racist. there is EVIDENCE of her being a pedophile apologist. that brings up questions about his own views on race, and how much he's willing to excuse, if he could love someone who willingly takes part in racism.

you can't do the same for Frank and Gerard's relationship. we know JACKSHIT about that. they have never said anything negative pertaining to each other in interviews, whatever "beef" people have made up between them is entirely manufactured by the fandom's overactive imagination. it's like a dead-dove fanfic on AO3 for fuck's sake, where Gerard is tagged as an asshole.

i'm aware it is only a small proportion of people who do this. but the extent to which they do it is honestly shocking. so i got pissed off.

we don't need to know everything about what happens with the band members. Frank has LS Dunes. Mikey has his family. who the fuck knows what Ray and Gerard are doing.

(now, no one's complaining about the lack of Ray on social media, but when people see a picture of Gerard's hand they flip out and beg for a face reveal - but no one's ready for that convo...)

point is: let them be. work with what you get. there's no need to make up things to make it all interesting, to create conflict - you've got that with the heavily problematic connection to MSI. evidence is key. you do not need to analyse these people like they're fictional characters.

because they are PEOPLE. and people are neither completely good or bad, they are usually in the grey area.

[retrobr]

Lazytown Shenanigans Pt. 6

Yesterday I completely forgot to write a new post and only remembered to do it now... But we're back, dear people, and this time I'll ramble about only one episode: "The Last SportsCandy."

This time I took a couple of screenshots because one person asked me to do it, so that you understand what I'm talking about in some parts of this post 🙏

Well, let's begin!

"The Last SportsCandy."

The episode started with Robbie searching for Sportacus and wanting to feed him a sugar apple once again. Well, what can I say, the simp is simping as always, good for him /hj

But these dorks weren't the most important part of the episode, since, oh my god, there was something more interesting than that (I'm surprising myself a little by saying that to be honest), because the episode in general really was interesting to watch for me.

Before I get to the most exciting part of the episode, I want to point out that the scene in which Meanswell threw a sack at Stingy and made him shut up brought me a different kind of joy. 😈

Ok well, let's talk about the key part of the episode, finally. I should declare that Robbie is a fucking genius for making a time travel machine. I can't even imagine how he knew the mechanics of time travel and was able to make this idea a reality. And all that time travel concept is SO FREAKING AMAZING in my opinion, because we got to see some more different locations and even new characters once again!!

First of all, I will touch on the topic of the 1950s location. GUYS. THE WAY I GASPED WHEN I SAW THIS.

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THOSE VIBES OF THE 50-80S' AND THIS SCENE MADE ME SO GIDDY AND HAPPY AND-

AND WAIT WAIT OMG IS THAT A REAL JOHNNY B??? I MEAN THIS GUY'S OUTFIT LOOKS IDENTICAL TO JOHNNY'S AND WELL. I THINK YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN (if that's really him I'm going to cry out of joy, one of my favorite characters got some more screentime 😭)

And I am genuinely interested to know who these guys are. I sat for a long time, racking my head, trying to figure out who these guys were, but I had no idea. Maybe that's some of Lazytown's citizens who used to live there?..

(if they are not some canonical characters, I should make that blonde girl one of my original characters-)

Let's move on to the time when Johnny SportsCandyseed used to live (unfortunately I didn't remember the exact year, my apologies). OH MY GOD I REALLY LOVED THAT ONE AS WELL. I loved the monochromatic image of this time very much

AND GOOD LORD. ROBBIE'S — or, to be more precise, that Robbie version's — OUTFIT. JUST TAKE A LOOK (I also attached a clearer version; it's saved on my phone for some reason, and I don't remember where I found it)

It gives me the Wild West vibes, like really bad. If you guys follow me because of my NatM stuff, you know for sure how much I'm fond of those cowboy and Wild West themes, and Robbie's outfit kinda looks like it.

Also I'm really interested in knowing who this guy on the left is (maybe I'm just stupid and they said who he is in the episode, but I have no idea tbh)

At first I thought they were both some kind of odd version of Robbie and Sportacus (because the guy on the left looks somewhat like Robbie and Johnny's voice sounds very similar to Sportacus' to my hearing), although that's not true lol. I'm just silly

But I should say that Johnny is probably my new favorite Lazytown character. He is such a silly and goofy man, I'm not sure why but I really like him 🥺💜

I think that's all I wanted to say about the time-traveling part. Also I may be mistaken, but Robbie's "Oops, I did it again" line from the song was a reference to Britney Spears' song. You can hit me baby one more time on my head if I'm wrong guys, I don't mind /j

In the final part of this rambling I would like to say that I was so fucking amused at the rescue scene; the way Sportacus dropped Robbie like a sack of potatoes (while he was in a literal sack) CRACKED ME UP, WHAT WAS THAT 😭😭

In general, I quite liked that episode, mostly because of the aforementioned new characters and locations. It was very well done and shown, and because of that I can say that this episode borders on being my favorite 🤓👍

Thank you guys for your attention, as always. Have a good day 💜

[charlie-pippin-faraday]

My danganronpa v3 chapter 5 pre-investigation running commentary:

“you’re such an optometrist. can you prescribe some rose-colored glasses for me too?” might be my favorite line in the game and certainly my favorite thing himiko has ever said. the play on words, the cleverness, and of course the underhanded sick burn

laughing at maki saying “if this weren’t a killing game i would’ve already fucking murdered kokichi” lmaooooo

oh i can’t believe i was WRONG about the black and white door being to kokichi’s lab, it was actually to kaito’s. but i was RIGHT that the astronaut lab would be COOL as SHIT

LMAO himiko to kaito saying she’d never wanna be in a vehicle he’s driving bc of his reckless confidence. you know what she’s probably right

please tell me the astronaut lab actually leads to something that can eventually be piloted that’d be fucking sick

you know i have a feeling i know whose lab is behind the suspicious red door

nope I was wrong it was not kokichi’s, it was rantaro’s. and i can’t even get in?? booo!!

“that sorta unexpected development can only happen in a real killing game like this one.” REAL killing game? what exactly do you mean by REAL killing game?

“what a waste. i can’t believe that idiot killed [rantaro].” hey that’s a rude thing to say about kaede!! and i thought you WANTED us to kill each other, monokuma!

shuichi brings up a great point - what DOES happen when construction is done?

what in the SHIT is that giant thing next to miu’s lab? that wasn’t there before, was it???

cyber courtyard? uhh okay. this definitely doesn’t feel like someplace i’ll be chased out of!

my new genius plan: shuichi, kaito, maki, keebo, and himiko each pilot one of the now-abandoned exisals, we shoot monokuma, and we bust out of here! a flawless plan!

aw i love that keebo has nice memories about miu (it seems like he’s the only one who does). apparently they must’ve bonded while shuichi wasn’t around (and i mean more than just the not-sex scene i witnessed)

“rust in peace” keebo plz

keebo don’t put yourself in danger why are you putting yourself under the hydraulic press if anything happens to you i will not be able to handle it

listen i know he just wants confirmation about how alive he is and how much of a soul he has which breaks my heart but still do not do that please

where is there a bathroom in the exisal hangar? and why the FUCK can’t i investigate the absolutely insane-looking toilet come on shuichi you can’t tell me you aren’t at least a little suspicious about that

me and kaito need to make up IMMEDIATELY i can’t stand this

i’ll be honest i had a suspicion the letters in the courtyard had something to do with kokichi before they were even complete, i could kind of see his name before we got all the letters

“shuichi, your words make me extremely happy” once again keebo i would fucking die for you

bro why do miu and kaito’s skills cost 6 slots but keebo’s costs 32????

very worrisome that kaito wants to learn about weapons. he definitely doesn’t wanna shoot kokichi or anything

oh he’s comparing kaito and maki to himself and kaede ❤️ parallels 🩷

sooner or later maki is going to force me and kaito to wear our “getting along” shirt

“i have to make up, for kaito AND for maki” this sentiment is sweet shut up

ah it’s finally time for the love key! monokuma woke me up so aggressively

hm i’m not sure about the moral and ethical implications of this key. oh well

oh no i got himiko?? tenko i’m so sorry about this

shuichi wasn’t very good at listening to the “stay in character” instructions he kept asking questions

that was alright but. i know who *i* wanna fuck (keebo) and i know who *shuichi* wants to fuck (kaito), so we’re gonna go back to a previous save file and try this again

oh hell yeah i got maki this time! kaito i’m sorry in advance for fucking your girlfriend

aw maki’s fantasy is that she never became an assassin and she’s in a long-term relationship? that’s sweet and a little heartbreaking

damn i can’t believe maki roleplay marriage proposed to me before fucking me

me to kaito the next day: “bro i swear it was a one-time thing, it didn’t mean anything. i’m pretty sure she was thinking of you the whole time!”

“last night with maki, was that a dream?” i am genuinely not sure, shuichi

okay i’m at maki’s 4th FTE. she’s talking about a girl she was friends with in the orphanage, whom she played House with. is this the person she was fantasizing about in the love suite????

yo where the fuck is kokichi’s lab? that’s the only one we haven’t found yet

i’m wondering who’s gonna get murdered. i REALLY fear for keebo, since i think kokichi is out for blood and they’ve been feuding since the start. i fear for himiko too, since i didn’t think she’d last this long anyway and i still hold my belief that all 3 girlies are gonna end up dead

“the outcome will settle once and for all how miu perceived me” aw keebo

a theory: maybe kokichi anticipated that the hammer will disable keebo and then he could swoop in and try and kill him. but maybe he DIDN’T anticipate how close keebo and miu had grown and didn’t see that miu would ensure the hammers wouldn’t hurt keebo. she DID program him as a living being and not an object in the virtual world, after all. we’ll see if they work on him or not

hey after a few tries i finally made it through the passage level! and on my successful attempt i only lost one student! RIP shuichi

damn i thought that door looked like the door in DR1, and then they lined us up like the poses at the end of DR1

something about this outside world backstory don’t smell right. i am very skeptical about everything they’re telling me

i appreciate kaito’s determination to punch kokichi in the face

did shuichi lie in bed for a whole day-plus?

oh? who’s come to my door to save me from killing myself?

of course it was maki

oh!!!! we’re getting the TRUE lore dump now!!!!!!!

the JOLT that ran through me when the name makoto naegi came on my screen. i even predicted i’d see that name a second before i did and i still felt that

i TOLD you makoto naegi was haunting the fucking narrative!!!!!! i could feel it!!!!!!!!!!!

okay while this seems more believable than what kokichi said, you cannot convince me that MAKOTO NAEGI of all people chose to abandon earth. and i do not believe it’s currently hundreds of years in the future

bro if this whole thing is about a disease killing the world, and this game came out before covid, the propheticness is unreal

the one thing i don’t believe is that kokichi’s cult was the remnants of despair. cause…i know things the characters here don’t. everyone in-universe knows everything that happened in DR1, but if I recall correctly the events of DR2 are like a dirty little secret that the general public doesn’t know. so they wouldn’t know that the remnants of despair were rehabilitated. unless they grew beyond class 77-b, but idk if that’s what they’re talking about

my new completely out of left field theory: the professor built keebo in the image of makoto naegi. idk how much time has passed DR1 (or DR2 or the anime) and how old makoto is now, but he’s old enough to have rebuilt the academy by now. and keebo’s super short, he’s got the ahoge, he listens to his inner voice of hope. it’s not the worst theory i’ve ever had

okay another thing that doesn’t sit right: “only a genius can overcome nature.” wasn’t that also kind of against makoto’s whole philosophy? he was a normal dude, who had hope. and didn’t he restart the academy with the idea of it being for EVERYONE? if i remember right? something about this doesn’t feel quite right either

where’s monokuma? and what about that secret door in the library?? did we just forget about that?????

“all four” exisals? shuichi are you dumb? there were 5 of them!

that felt suspiciously like a goodbye to kaito and i don’t like it. if something happens to him i’m suing

i have a sinking feeling something will go wrong and someone might die on our mission to rescue kaito

Annnnnnnnd I’ll be back after investigating this so-called murder!

[wonderlandleighleigh]

The cooking show in ‘78 is a big hit, which doesn’t really surprise Midge, much. She’s always been a whiz in the kitchen, and she’s funny as hell on top of that, and so the combination of her quick humor and delicious food winds up being an irresistible one-two punch.

Susie is happy, too. It’s keeping Midge in the public eye without having to send her on tour. Abe isn’t doing all that great now that Rose is gone, and the kids are a fucking mess, apparently, with Esther’s genius starting to make her life much harder, and Ethan is still trying to decide whether he wants to do his rabbinical studies here in the states or in Israel.

Shit’s nuts, in short.

But the show is fun. It’s low stakes, and every once in a while they have a celebrity guest come on to make one of their own dishes. Gordon Ford came on once for a steak au poivre recipe where he just hit on Midge the entire time. It made for good TV, but Midge left set annoyed as fuck and the two women drank their way through a couple of bottles of wine that night.

Shy Baldwin came on for an episode to make paella and Midge makes lots of jokes about Jewish people and shellfish, while Shy complains about the fact that when he does cooking shows everyone wants him to make fried chicken.

“My fried chicken is terrible,” he laughs. “I gave Reggie salmonella once.”

Midge laughs at that. “You did not!”

“I did! He’s never let me live it down!”

It’s a great episode, two old friends who have mended a long-broken fence giggling their way through a half hour of television, talking about the tour in 1960, and having a frank discussion about Shy’s coming out the year before. Shit gets rave reviews TV Guide, and even Variety picks up a blurb about the two’s warmth and effervescence on screen.

Susie is happy.

“I booked Lenny Bruce for next week.”

Susie is less happy.

“Mike!” she snaps. “What the fuck?! Seriously!? She hasn’t spoken to him since his overdose in ‘66!”

Mike blinks. “I thought they were friends.”

“Before he fucked his life, yeah,” Susie tells him. “They haven’t spoken in years.”

“Do they hate each other?” Mike asks. “Should I cancel?”

Susie blows out a breath and thinks for a moment. Midge doesn’t hate Lenny. Quite the opposite. They just...never got it together. “Let me talk to her. See what she wants.”

“The guy’s been clean since he almost kicked it,” Mike shrugs. “And he’s mostly working behind the scenes producing documentaries these days. I thought it’d be a nice ‘hello, old friend’ kind of episode.”

Susie squeezes her eyes shut. “Just...lemme take her temperature on it.”

*****

“Oh.”

Susie observes her oldest friend quietly as the comedian absorbs the information. Her eyes look sad and wistful for just a moment before she takes a breath and sits up straight.

“It’ll be fine,” Midge says. “It’ll be...nice. To see him.”

Susie eyes her suspiciously. “Will it?”

“I uh...yeah,” Midge nods. “I think the last time we spoke, we ran into each other at a Grammy party he stopped in at right after he got clean. He was...it was nice.”

Susie sighs softly. She likes Lenny. She, too, has run into him here and there, and since getting his shit together and winning his appeal, he’s been good. He was downright sweet the last time, buying Susie a drink. Thanking her for trying to drag his dumb ass out of that hole he was in.

It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if Lenny wound up being husband number five.

“Okay, then. Lenny is on next week,” Susie confirms.

*****

He gets to set a little early to prep, and say hello. He’s quiet now, which Midge finds strange, but he’s clearly happy to be there. They share a friendly peck in greeting and then the work starts.

Susie hovers, whether to keep an eye on him or to keep an eye on her, Midge doesn’t know, but they run through what they’re doing (chicken soup - she can’t believe she hasn’t made it on the show yet), and the director does his usual shpeil, explaining how things work, where to look, where to stand.

Once the cameras are rolling, that old chemistry comes roaring back like a tidal wave. Their banter is fast and funny, and they laugh together. They shamelessly flirt, and Lenny drives her nuts by adding too much chili powder to the soup.

“You like spicy food,” he accuses.

“But chicken soup isn’t a spicy dish, Lenny.”

“Why not? We’re adults. We’re not committing murder. We can make spicy chicken soup.”

It goes off the rails from there, and suddenly they’re adding an entire jalapeno to the soup, and Lenny goads her into doing a party trick she’d mentioned to him long ago; eating an entire hot pepper without incident, which she does. 

They eat the soup, and declare it delicious, surprisingly, with all the spice.

They end the episode with their arms wrapped around each other, and Lenny laughing and trying to avoid her spicy breath as she giggles her way through the outro of the show. Once she gets out her “thank you and goodnight!” she turns to him and huffs in his face, making him jerk back, still laughing.

Susie can’t remember the last time Midge lit up so much with anyone other than Susie herself. It looks good on her, and since her mother died, she’s been down.

“You still out in LA?” Susie asks him as he’s getting ready to leave.

“I just moved back,” Lenny admits. “There are three docs shooting here in the next year I’m working on, and I’ve been asked to be more active, so I got a little place.”

Midge hears and perks up, but doesn’t say anything.

“Well...don’t be a stranger, then,” Susie tells him, patting his arm as she walks off, leaving the two comics to talk, though listening as she goes.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were moving back?” Midge asks.

“We don’t talk very much anymore, I didn’t think you’d care to know,” Lenny offers helplessly.

“You’re so dumb,” she accuses. “Of course I care to know. We should throw you a housewarming party.”

“No.”

“Lenny.”

He sighs heavily, as unable to say no to her as Susie is. “Fine.”

Susie smirks and heads for the offices to get a bead on last week’s ratings.

*****

After that, Lenny guests on the show once a month, and even when he’s not there, Midge brings him leftovers. 

END

[fandomwe1rd0]

Enjoy this protective Rick story I wrote!

Morty was getting books at his locker, Rick hadn't come to drag him outta school yet, but it was only a matter of time. After all, what Morty wanted didn't matter right? Not to Rick. All Rick cares about is himself, and what he wants. Morty could be hanging from the edge of a cliff, and Rick would let him fall just so he could take a sip of his flask, Morty scoffed at the thought. He knew it was true. He slammed the locker shut.

Frank, a senior who frequently bullies Morty, quickly pinned him to the locker and took a knife out. "Oh, are you mad at me you creepy little grandpa's boy!? Do you think my family is poor?!" Morty gulped "Aw jeez Frank! I-I wasn't mad at you Frank! I just- I just-" All words left his throat when Frank took out a knife and pressed the side of it to Morty's cheek. Morty flinched as he felt the cold metal pressing against his cheek "Well, Grandpa's not here to save you now! So I'm gonna cut you because my family is rich!" Morty quickly attempted to salvage the situation "L-l-l-look! I-I wasn't talking about y-you ok, Frank?! L-let's just talk this ou- OW!" Frank started cutting Morty's cheek, slowly, creating a cut that was getting bigger and bigger each second. Morty shook with the pain and the feel of the cold metal, Frank said, "Got anything else to say with that big mouth of yours?" Morty trembled. He didn't want to see the scene in front of him, so he shut his eyes. Tight. He begged, not caring how pathetic he sounded "P-please just let me go…ok?" Frank just laughed as he dug the knife in deeper while Morty held in a scream.

But then nothing happened, he peeked and saw Frank with his head turned to the left, staring at the hallway, Morty heard rough footsteps and he looked to the left as well and saw Rick storming down the hall, unibrow furrowed, fists clenched. Frank sighed "What is it? You old ma-"

Rick grabbed the back of his shirt and threw Frank against a locker. Rick glared at Frank, his unibrow furrowed, his eyes narrowed. Rick roughly gripped onto one of Morty's shoulders and used his other hand to pull on the collar of Frank's shirt, he lifted Frank up to his eye level, lifting Frank's feet off the floor, he glared at Frank again and asked in a low growl "Do we have a problem here?" Morty's face flushed with embarrassment when he realized that people were starting to stare. Morty saw everyone pulling out their phone, Morty tugged on Rick's labcoat and whispered "Calm down!" The last thing he needed was more attention. Frank took an audible gulp and shook his head "N-no! No problem at all sir!" Rick rolled his eyes "Oh don't you fuck-burp-in' act like I didn't just see you cutting my grandson! Do you think I'm a fucking IDIOT?!" Rick threw Frank on the cold, hard, tiled floor and Frank landed on his side with a loud thud, wincing in pain, and clutching his side tightly. Morty cringed and attempted to hold Rick back, his voice just above a whisper "H-he's had enough, Rick!" Rick gently got out of Morty's hold, grabbed onto Frank's hair, and pulled him up "I'm the smartest fucking man in the universe, I'm a fucking genius and a GOD!" Frank let out a pathetic wince. Frank wiggled out of Rick's iron grip and tried to zoom off, but then Rick grabbed Frank's arm and commented casually as if this was just some normal occurrence, "Aren't you forgetting something?" Frank said "W-what?" Rick's grip on Frank's arm seemed to tighten as he pulled him towards Morty "Maybe an apology?" Frank flinched due to the pressure Rick was applying on his arm, and cried out "Sorry Morty! I'm sorry!" Morty mumbled, "W-whatever, it's ok." Rick let go of Frank and he dashed off, Morty could've sworn that Frank was crying. A bunch of people were laughing at Frank, and Morty groaned, face red with embarrassment.

Everyone was surrounding them, some just staring with wide eyes and jaws on the floor, some were whispering, some were giggling, and others had their phones out, great. Just great. He couldn't just have one normal day of school, huh? Guess that was too much to ask. Morty could've sworn he heard some people say "Creepy little grandpa's boy" That's what everyone thought due to Rick always dragging Morty out of school damn near every day, Morty severely doubted that this situation helped change anyone's mind on that. Morty covered his face with his hands, but it was too late, everyone had already seen. He groaned, Rick really couldn't go one day without doing shit like this huh? I mean, anything was better than keep getting cut by Frank. But it would've been a lot better if Rick learned about this cool thing called "subtlety"

Rick put his hand on Morty's back and led him to a portal "C'mon Morty, I need your help with something." Morty sighed, bracing himself for another traumatizing adventure. Once he got through the portal, Rick got down to Morty's level, holding Morty's chin to keep him still as he took out some ointment, Rick stated "This is going to sting, but it will heal you almost instantly, so just stay still." Morty gulped and inhaled sharply, clenching his fists tightly, as he felt the sting of the ointment on the cut on his cheek, after a few seconds though, the cut was completely healed, Rick put the ointment back in one of his many, MANY pockets in his lab coat. Morty mumbled "Thank you." and Rick just replied with a shrug and a "Whatever."

They both stayed quiet and as they walked, an awkward silence surrounding them like a veil, Morty decided that it'd be best if he talked to Rick about what just happened in the school, not that he thought Rick would listen. Morty said "Rick, did you seriously have to make a big scene! Everyone was staring!" Rick scoffed "You'd rather I let that ed-burp-gy kid keep cutting you?" Morty sighed "N-No! But you could've been a bit more subtle about it! You couldn't have just moved him away!? You don't think you were a little too hard on him!?" Rick laughed "Yeah, the k-burp-id looked like he was about to piss himself! He was acting all big and bad, but as soon as I was around, he was imminently like" Rick continued in a mocking, high-pitched tone, making puppy dog eyes "I'm so sorry sir!" Morty groaned "Everyone was staring and whispering! It was so embarrassing! Everyone already thinks I'm a 'creepy little granda's boy' thanks to you dragging me out of school almost every day! That situation doesn't help change anyone's mind that's for sure!" Rick rolled his eyes and cocked up one part of his unibrow "Are they wro-burp*-ng?" Morty blinked "I- Fuck you Rick!" Rick rolled his eyes and mumbled something about Morty being "ungrateful" and something else he couldn't decipher. Morty sighed, he knew Rick wouldn't listen. He just put his hands in his pockets and followed Rick, ready to conquer whatever was next.

[vypridae]

*magically appears from the void*

Okay! Hi, hope your having a good day, all of that jazz. Maybe someone has asked you this before, but I'd love to hear your thoughts on a fyosiglai circus au? Hehe sorry ive been starting to create one and since you like fyosiglai wanted to hear your thoughts!

got on my computer to answer this one because this is GENIUS

i don't really think of circus aus much and i haven't really thought much about like, what? goes on? in a circus? cause i don't know? but this is absolute genius (i'm actually looking shit up as i write this so aHSGJKHASDFJKG) (also this got long so under a cut)

okay. first initial thoughts; decay of angels are the main circus members. fukuchi is the ringmaster + surprise he's also the lion tamer (i could imagine him like, surprising the audience because nikolai "accidentally" lets out a lion or something and fukuchi "tames it" in front of the audience so they get Big Jumpscare cause oh no that wasn't supposed to happen !!! yes it was lmao)

also as a little side note i like to think bram does the sword swallowing and knife throwing (sigma's the target) and he's literally perfect at the knife throwing and no one knows how he's that amazing

sigma i imagine is the most flexible of the remaining three so i can see him doing like, the acrobatics in the air and contortion and stuff (and i like to imagine it flusters the FUCK out of nikolai and fyodor because holy shit? how? he's so pretty. what the fuck?).

you expected this i bet but nikolai is the clown !! obviously. he probably does a lot of the juggling stuff, maybe some "magic", and he really likes the dangerous things so he ends up being the one on the tightrope walk and he pretends to fall and doesn't (i imagine this circus is really bent on "how can we jumpscare the audience"). he has so much fun messing with the audience and most of his acts end up including at least one (1) audience member. maybe he does some fire performances too (he definitely does) (i bet the first time sigma saw nikolai do fire tricks he was terrified and fyodor reassured him it was fine because "he's been doing this since we were children. do not worry")

fyodor i'm really not sure what he might do. trying to think what he might do is kinda stumping me rn, i can't imagine he likes doing stuff in front of other people but i can imagine he might be really good at the object manipulation stuff, i think he'd have a lot more he does behind the scenes though. so like, lighting and special effects and stuff. i don't think he'd like doing any actual acts but he can do some of them and he's good at them, like maybe equilibristics a little bit? i'm really not sure for him, but whatever he does nikolai is super excited about it and sigma thinks he's absolutely amazing at it

i imagine sigma is the newest member of the circus too. fukuchi and bram founded it, and fyodor and nikolai knew each other from childhood so sigma feels really out of place with them at first, but fyodor and nikolai take a liking to him and i imagine they help him in determining his acts and what he might do for the audience and it turns out he's a natural! and honestly it only makes fyodor and nikolai more interested and eventually fall for him whether they want to or not

i also imagine fukuchi is absolutely awful and teases either nikolai or fyodor (fyodor would be funnier) about "ah, those two?" and whoever he's teasing (fyodor is still funnier) is like "shut UP." (he never shuts up)

maybe there's some rival circus or something (immediate thought was either the ADA or the hunting dogs) and they have to get their shit TOGETHER and figure out How Can We Be Better Than These Guys and fyosiglai work together training and practicing and stuff and Shit! Goes! Down! you can decide what that might be idk what happens in circus aus

[zigzagziggyyy]

Urgh tumblr is being funny with me. It won’t let me reorder or relocate my gifs 🥲 so bear with me with these gifs 😅

-Detour Magazine 92 ,March 1994

A look of what happened behind the scenes of The Fence

‘Billy recently starred in an as - yet - unreleased movie entitled ‘The Fence’ directed by first timer Peter Pistor. Billy plays a man who has spent most of his life locked up, initially in a juvenile hall at the age of 13, and then onto a maximum security prison, from which he is finally freed at age 29. Erica Gimple (Fame), plays the woman with whom Billy falls in love when he gets out of jail, and Paul Benjamin (Escape from Alcatraz) plays his friend in jail. The role is arguably one of his most challenging to date and the experience was so gruelling and brutal, he still feels the effects of it today.

They spent four days in Joliet Prison near Chicago doing research, which left him feeling very depressed, seeing a side of life which remains hidden to most of society. The production crew later returned to actually shoot the prison scenes at Joliet, using real inmates (on good behaviour) as actors. He describes his attempt to have respect for the prisoners in what is essentially their home and to find a way to meld into their environment.

“Being a New Yorker, hanging out on the street playing basketball, helped some,” he says. “I’d asked them what they were in for, and they’d say ‘Murder,’ and the interesting thing. I’d , they did kill people, and yet you could still see the playful children in them.” Billy says that that signifies to him their potential for rehabilitation, and yet, he maintains, there is no effort on the part of the authorities to facilitate that. Sure, there are libraries, and sure, he met some genius guys who had suffered or found God, but they weren’t the majority.

“ I don’t Know,” Billy sighs, “It’s fucking hardcore. Stone cold cells. We all worked together, and despite the knowledge that these guys had committed horrific crimes, you could see the goodness in them. And yet guards couldn’t and I couldn’t see the goodness in a lot of the guards. There was one occasion when we walked through a corridor lined with the really hard criminals, the ones never let out of their cells. They had mirrors which they shot out and used to see us when we walked by, and they let out the most violent, primal screams I have ever heard. I guess they were just releasing the repression and anger they felt, and just trying the scare us. I guess that’s just how they got their kicks. Prison is hell.”

Billy concludes “it’s certainly not rehabilitative. The inmates who were acting with us were getting attention, direction, and love, and you could see that. I made friends with all of them, and it was hard, at the end of the day, to leave and hear the bars shutting behind us.”

[allwaswell16]

Hi! I might have a weird rec request? Is there any larry fic in which Harry or Louis fake dates someone else to end up together? On the idea of “not even the gods above” (lovely fic)? Thanks!!

Hi, anon! I honestly didn't think there would be as many of these as there are so I was just going to find what I could, but then I ended up with ten of them. Whoops! (Also, I looked at all the fics with titles of Not Even the Gods Above and I couldn't find one where there's fake dating? So now I'm super curious which fic you mean...) Happy reading!

-Fake Dating Someone Else Fics-

When The Stars Come Out by BriaMaria / @briannamarguerite

Louis was about to reassure Harry further when Gemma bounded back over to him, slipping a hand around Louis' waist. Harry’s eyes followed the movement. And then that lip gnaw again. Christ. How was he supposed to survive this weekend?

He turned his attention to Gemma as her palm came to rest right above his heart. Laying it on a bit thick, dear. Or at least that’s what he hoped he’d conveyed with the simple tilt of an eyebrow.

In response, she went up on tiptoes and laid a noisy kiss on the hollow beneath his cheekbone. Louis didn’t take his eyes off Harry, who watched the scene play out with a blank expression. Once Gemma dropped back to the ground, Harry shifted away from them, his gaze dropping to his feet.

[Or the one where Louis pretends to be Gemma's boyfriend for her horrid cousin's wedding but fate is a nasty jerk and throws Harry in his way.]

Back From The Edge by sincewewereeighteen

“Guess my eyes are very blue.” “They are.” Harry agrees easily. “You’ve got beautiful eyes.” “You’re drunker than you think.” Louis snorts. “Why’s that?” “We’ve just met and you said I have beautiful eyes. Only people who are in love say that.” He points. “Maybe I am in love with you.” Harry points back, feeling very smart. Yep. Maybe he is drunker than he thought.

Or: the one in which Harry is a closeted actor who needs to do a PR stunt during his break, only he wasn't counting on falling for his beard's best friend. It gets messy.

Take Me Back to Where We Started by amory

Harry and Louis haven't spoken since they broke up four years ago. As boarding school sweethearts they once spent every waking moment together, but now they can hardly stand to be in the same room. When their five year class reunion comes around, both boys decide against their better judgement to return and (hopefully) have a good time.

The only problem is, they're both still hopelessly in love.

Starring Harry as the petty ex, Louis as the new James Bond, Niall as a boy genius and fake boyfriend extraordinaire, and Liam and Zayn as two friends just trying to make it out of this weekend alive.

Let Our Hearts Collide by crinkle-eyed-boo  / @crinkle-eyed-boo

“Liam is in a coma.” “Yeah, we can see that,” the father says, throwing his hands in the air. “God, this is the most depressing Christmas ever,” the blonde sister mutters. “His vital signs are strong,” Dr. Higgins assures them. “Brain waves are good–” “Brain waves?” the mother wails, taking Liam’s hand in hers. “Oh my God!” “How did this happen?” the father demands. “Um, he was pushed from the platform at the subway station,” Harry pipes up. The entire family turns to look at him, confused. Harry shrinks back, wishing he could have just kept his big mouth shut. “Who’s this?” the father asks, pointing at him. “Um, I’m Harry–” he starts. “He’s Liam’s fiancé!” Jade adds helpfully from where she stands by the door. Every jaw in the room drops, including Harry’s. Oh, shit. Shit shit shit. What?

When Harry, a lonely transit worker, saves the life of the handsome commuter he's been secretly pining for, an innocent mistake results in Liam Payne's family believing that Harry is engaged to their son. In the Paynes, Harry finds the big family he's always longed for...and a love he never saw coming.

A While You Were Sleeping AU

All Hearts Come Home For Christmas by PinkSeelie 

“Gemma, who the fuck is that?” Louis hisses as he watches her wave back with a big smile.

Her brows furrow for a second as she looks at Louis. “What? That’s my brother, you dork. Told you he’d pick us up, didn’t I?”

Well fuck. Apparently, Mr. Handsome over there is Gemma’s brother. And Louis is spending a week with him. Pretending to be his sister’s boyfriend. Shit.

(Basically: Gemma brings ‘her boyfriend’, Louis, home for Christmas and her brother is really hot.)

Harry, Did You Know (that your baby boy, is married to his best friend?) by tempolarriefics / @tempolarriefix

10 years ago, Louis and Zayn made a pact that if they weren't married by 30, they'd marry each other. So they do, as best mates do. Enter Harry Styles, who's new to town. He and Louis are immediately drawn to one another. Louis doesn't tell Harry about Zayn, because they're just friends (who are married.) Harry finds out on Christmas Day, Louis/Zayn's "anniversary".

aka a marriage pact AU with a twist

Feeling Hazy (In the Ballroom of my Mind) by dimpled_halo / @comebackassholes

The doors to the ballroom open and violin music fills Harry’s ears, his skin prickling as he tightens his hold on Liam’s arm. All eyes fall on him as he makes his grand entrance next to Lord Payne, Earl of Wolverhampton. According to the media, they’re the couple of the century, but little do they know they’re not really dating. Harry tugs on his collar, the tightness around his neck almost too much. He’ll never get used to being Prince of Cheshire. Not only are wearing his royal garments a pain in the arse, he also hates all of the attention it garners.

There’s only one person’s attention Harry really wants.

Being of the Jealous Kind by zita17 / @louisandtheaquarian

A-list actor Louis Tomlinson and his partner fashion photographer Harry Styles weather the storm that is Louis’ fake relationship with his costar in the lead up to this year’s Academy Awards.

Featuring a fluffy teenage meet-cute, an angsty wine drunk Harry melting down over pap pics, Louis habitually overusing the word “baby,” and cameos by a vintage Umbro sweatshirt, the peace ring, and one hell of a Larry hug.

Or the justice for To Be So Lonely fic. Based on the lyrics to TBSL and a prompt where “Louis has to fake date some celebrity, while his boyfriend Harry sits at home.”

candle wax and polaroids by orphan_account

"I could think of much worse ways, Harry. I look forward to meeting you when you aren't half naked," Louis teased, and Harry swore Louis glanced down at his bare chest.

Harry blushed, watching Louis shut the bathroom door behind him.

And that's how he met his sister's boyfriend.

or, gemma brings her "boyfriend," louis, home for thanksgiving.

Just To See That Smile by homosociallyyours / @homosociallyyours

It's Coming Out Week at university, and Harry's taken on a lot of responsibilities to make everything run smoothly. Finding his roommate's boyfriend attractive is making that a bit difficult, unfortunately. It might help if he realized that said boyfriend (Louis) is really just there to help said roommate (Liam) figure out if Liam's crush (Zayn) likes him back.

But that would make things too easy.

A fic where a hastily faked relationship and a lot of miscommunication almost ruins a perfectly good dance.

[carsonian]

Cap-IM Rec Week: Take A Chance on Me Sunday

This is the last one I'll be doing for Cap-IM Rec Week, and I gotta say, I'm all rec'd out. You could say: I'm w(rec)ked. You could also say: shut the F up, that wasn't funny. Free speech! We're trying to make it a thing.

A massive thank you to the @cap-ironman team for creating the platform for such an awesome event! It's been incredible to celebrate old fic, discover new fic, and feast on the fanart and podfics that don't get nearly enough cred in the fandom. A billion thank yous to them for all their hard work behind the scenes!

Now onto the fic recs, one last time:

"Disney World!" by Captain_Panda

To celebrate Tony’s 48th birthday, Steve and the gang go to the most magical place on Earth: Disney World!

I started reading this series with very ambivalent feelings about Disney World and by the end of this series I would have lain down by own life for ol' Mick the veteran Slick.

"Even Though We Know Love's Landscape" by lazywriter7 (@lazywriter7)

But at the core, he’s the same brand of poor little rich guy that dot the shadowed corners of every charity gala, every award function. Sure, maybe it comes in a ‘genius billionaire playboy philanthropist’ package…but his mettle is common iron. A drop of sea water, a dash of air, and he’d rust right through. She, on the other hand, is made of better stuff. In which Tony compares people to weird things, Steph recites poetry and two dorks fall in love.

I usually don't go in for genderbender shenanigans but I remember coming across this and being like I know that if anyone can make me get into this, it'll be this writer. And fuck me! I was right. This is absolute motherfucking nuts! Wholly earnest character study with the sweetest relationship building. I want to bury myself in this fic like an ostrich buries itself in sand.

"How to Treat An Outcast First-Class" by deervsheadlights (@deervsheadlights)

[...] "You want to the front. You want the engine. And I just so happen to be your only chance of getting there.” Steve’s going to admit, the guy’s got spunk for a naked, first-class omega in ten wagons full of angry alphas who’d give a not-so-figurative limb to get a go at him.

I watched Snowpiercer once and was O.O after so I definitely never expected to find or read fic set in its universe. But holy shit is this written well and holy shit did I have a blastin' good time.

Maybe I don't take enough chances. . .

& for the last time--go forth: SteveTony lovers, fuckers, ambassadors, champions, perverts, freaks, losers, dreamers, legends! Read, re-read, kudo, comment, spread legs and spread love.

[anechomirrored]

Prompt:     "This better be good."

Fandom: Fnaf Security Breach, The Other Side of Justice au

Rating: T

Warning: vulgarity, crime scene, nothing graphic

A murder scene was the last thing Moon had wanted to walk into, but here he was.

The victim was, as far as Moon could tell from a distance, a man in his forties. He was shot through the chest and slumped in a seated position with his hands in his lap.

As private investigators, he and Sun couldn't do shit about this. Dead bodies were the cops' problem. He and his brother were meant for information gathering, finding lost wallets and wayward kids. This? He had to call it in, fast.

Eclipse came up on his right, making a tsking sound in his voicebox.

"Guess this is more than a sound complaint."

"Shut it. I gotta call the Chief. Don't move."

"Sure thing, dick." Eclipse, jeered.

Grumbling Moon hauled the difficult tag along with him back out to the street. Finding a payphone he rang the police station.

"You'd think, having stumbled upon Artificial Intelligence, that humans would upgrade to portable communications." Eclipse kicked at the sidewalk with freshly polished shoes.

He dressed well for a dockyard worker.

Another question for another time.

The phone rang a third time and Moon felt his fans kick in. He wasn't overheating but his systems responded to the more firey of his emotions with such. He bit back a growl and performed the optic equivalent of an eyeroll instead.

"They did genius, but sentient tin cans like you and me scared them back to the stone ages." He smirked in response to the glare Eclipse leveled at him and continued, "There's so much red tape around tech that me and Sun are only cleared for internal comms with eachother. Everything else is jammed until we've hit our 5th year."

"How far left to go?" Asked Eclipse, bringing Moon's attention back to this end of the call.

The sixth ring confirmed it, poor Kent.

It was no surprise that the Chief's secretary was unable to keep on top of it all.

"Two and a half."

"Stars, you're fresh off the assembly line!"

"Shut it, we didn't all get pushed through quality testing to meet deadlines." That got a snarl complete with static.

"Fuck you, snoop! At least I-" Eclipse's complaint was cut short as the phone line crackled to life.

Finally, and it was even the police chief himself who answered.

"Hey Chief, we got a problem. That disturbance call? It lead us to a stiff in a back alley." There was a pause as Moon listened to the Chief's exhausted barking, "Yes..." he responded glancing back the way the had come, "That's outside my-" Judging by the quirk of his expression, Eclipse could here the Chief's bullhorn of a voice from the door of the booth, "Sir...just-" Moon grit his teeth, "Right, send the credentials then so we don't hear about it later." Conversation ended, Moon slammed the reciever back on the hook with a growl.

"I thought you only had comms with-" Stepping smartly from the phone booth, Moon shoved Eclipse back, hands gripping his coat collar.

"It's a one way channel," he snapped, leaning in with a hiss, "now listen close 'cause I'm only saying this once. The only reason you are here is because Sun is out cold and I need a bot at my back to avoid getting scrapped by some two bit thug like the John down that alley." Moon glared up at the taller animatronic, his anger at his circumstance boiling over, "To keep it simple, the Chief has cleared me for the invetigation. Keyword being me. So let me be clear, you don't touch anything, look and anything or think of anything except standing guard or I will forget all about your little act of heroism and send you to the junkers myself." Moon paused, locking red optics with amber. "Got it?"

"What did I tell you about hands to yourself?"

"I don't care. One slip up and Sun and I could lose more than just our spots on a wait list. Our whole practice is on the line if you interfere. Investigative licenses torn up!" Moon hissed, his grip tight on the fabric lapels.

Eclipse stared down at him, motionless. Moon could practically hear the hum of his fans. There was a glint in those optics that he didn't like. The bot before him was dangerous. A few beats more and something shifted. Eclipse's shoulders slumped, his cat-like optics dimming as he emmited an exaggerated sigh.

"Alright, I'll watch your back and nothing else," Moon released his coat and Eclipse brush him away stiffly, "but a word of advice, Detective? Check him for more than bullet holes. That stiff was dead before that gun even went off."

Moon, quirked his expression.

"What makes you so sure?"

"Wounds of living men bleed more. There wasn't enough blood, even at a glance." Eclipse straighten his coat indignantly, even as he delivered his macabre observations.

"How comforting..."

Definitely not a common dock worker.

Moon flinched as the Chief's clearance missif popped into his field of view. The human's messaging system overlay took some getting used to. Stars forbid something ever be sent during a moment of focus or a brawl, not that Moon planned on another one of those.

Rushing through the legal jargon, and finding everything above board, he closed the message with a semi-satified hum only to have another envelope icon pop up.

"This better be good." Moon opened the message and froze.

Attached was a case file, discribing three murders. All investigated with the last month and each victim murdered elsewhere in varying ways before being dumped in seemingly unconnected locations. Yet all three reports included an identical feature. A single item, a calling card, if you will.

Moon thought of how the dead man's hands had been clasped loosly on his lap. The other victims had their hands arranged in a similar fashion and between them the melted remains of a plain white pillar candle.