#anyways love y'all

[pikachu-deluxe]

hey, image of my beasts coming up sometime tonight in like a few hours, if not check back tomorrow in my art blog, it should be there by then

[telekineticseance]

DANCER (PT. 3)

pairing: 90s!trey parker x f!stripper reader

summary: party at the mattrey apartment - part three

genre: smut

word count: 2535

cw: reader is exotic dancer, she/her pronouns for reader, alcohol use, drug use (marijuana), protected sex

author's note: did i proofread this? no. am i gonna publish it anyways? yes. please enjoy.

part one can be found here! previous part can be found here!

You all walked to the apartment since Matt and Trey lived nearby and they were smart enough to know they were going to drink at the club and opted against driving themselves so they wouldn’t get into an accident on the way home. When you walked up, you noticed people were already standing around outside and inside the apartment, cheering and holding up drinks when Matt and Trey came into their view.

You followed behind Trey as Matt and Dian walked up the stairs to the apartment. Matt turned the knob on the door before aggressively slamming his body against it, opening it as he stumbled through the frame. “The doors a little busted.” Trey mumbled before leading you into the apartment. He held out his hand for you to take it, before you slowly placed your hand into his. He started leading you through the bustling crowd of the party. He led you to the kitchen as you looked around the apartment, it was small, definitely not big enough for the party they were throwing but they made it work anyways.

As you looked at the ground you felt your feet kick at empty bottles, random clothing pieces, random trash, and the carpet was stained with stains that you didn’t even want to question.

You and Trey arrived in the surprisingly more empty kitchen than you thought it would be before he pulled a beer out of the fridge, handing it to you before opening his own bottle. “Enjoy.” He mumbled quietly, clinking his bottle to yours before taking a drink.

The music in the other room started and you could hear Matt cheering from the other room, causing a reply from the crowd. Trey grabbed your arm lightly before taking you to the other room to watch Matt who was chugging from his drink as the crowd watched.

As you went to take a drink, someone bumped into you, causing you to spill your drink all over your shirt, making you gasp in response from the cold beer hitting your skin. “Hey man, watch where you’re going.” Trey told the guy when he realized you were now covered in the beer. You turned to look at the guy who bumped into you and were slightly intimidated from the fact this guy’s head was weirdly small compared to the rest of his body, as the guy slowly turned and looked at Trey with eyes that could’ve had flames in them.

“Are you talking to me?” The guy asked as Trey walked closer, lightly pushing you behind him. “Maybe I am. What are you gonna do about it? After all this is my place.” He spoke, looking at the guy before taking another drink from the bottle. Your eyes widened while you watched Trey try to “intimidate” this guy who could probably break him in half.

“I don’t care who you are. I’ll still kick your ass,” The guy stated before he shoved Trey roughly, causing him to almost bump into you before you moved to the side as Trey fell onto the couch. He quickly sprung back up, gaining his composure before looking down at the bottle in his hand before reaching up and smashing it into the guys head, which unsurprisingly left the guy unharmed with just a couple scrapes.

Suddenly you saw Matt’s figure walk over and start fighting the guy along with Trey. Matt stood behind the large guy, wrapping his arms around his neck as he tried hitting him in the face repeatedly, and Trey tried hitting him with random bottles or other objects he found on the floor. People all over the room were either cheering or trying to join in, occasionally throwing a punch at Matt or Trey instead of the main target.

You noticed the guy fall to the ground before Trey hit him one more time, causing him to lie there unconscious. The crowd erupted in another cheer as a couple guys dragged the guy out and forced him out of the apartment.

You saw Trey hobble over to you with blood trickling down his nose as he gave you a small grin, “Sorry.” He apologized as he grabbed a towel from nearby and wiped the blood from his face, “I uh normally don’t…fight.” He told you. You shook your head in response while giving him a small laugh, “You’re insane. You know that?”

He gave you a small shrug in response, “I’ve been told.”

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you down on the couch next to him. You sat down in between Trey and Matt, as Matt came by and sat down shortly after you did.

“Hey! Pass that down!” Matt yelled out, pointing down the couch to the group of people. You turned your head to see what Matt was calling out for and saw the group standing around holding a bong and lighter in their hands before gesturing towards the three of you.

Trey held his hands out as the person walked over, taking a bong from their hands. Trey put his lips to the top before flicking at the lighter, trying to get it to have a good light. You watched him in curiosity, having never tried weed yourself. You watched as the bong bubbled and Trey pulled the bong away, waiting a few moments before letting out a deep exhale, followed by a small cough.

Trey opened his eyes and turned to you, gesturing the bong towards you. “O-Oh I’ve never..” You started before Matt reached over and took it from Trey. “Look.” Matt instructed, as he did the same as Trey before but this time slower. He let out an exhale while coughing, “See? Just like that.” He told you, handing the bong back to you.

You took it from Matt’s hands, still hesitant. “Hey it’s okay you don’t have to.” Trey told you softly. You shook your head, because I mean, you gotta try things at least once right?

You pressed your lips to the top, feeling the eyes of Matt and Trey as they stared closely at you. “So I just?” You asked as you maneuvered the lighter around, struggling to light it. “Here.” Trey spoke before getting down on his knees in front of you. He took the lighter from your hands and stared into your eyes as he flicked the lighter on. You heard the bubbling start before inhaling probably more than you should’ve and pulled away.

As you exhaled you felt the burning of your chest as you coughed and Trey took the bong from your hands and placed it next to him while letting out a small chuckle, “Hey you’re alright.” He cooed as you coughed.

“I’ll get you a drink,” Matt spoke as he got up from the couch and came back a few minutes later with three beers before handing one to Trey and motioning one towards you. “A beer? Really?” Trey asked. Matt shrugged before using the bottom of his shirt to open the bottle before sauntering off.

You took the beer off the ground and took a few drinks once the coughing died down. You quickly downed the bottle as Trey sat back up on the couch next to you, the both of you leaning back onto the cushions, into one another.

The two of you watched as the crowd stood around dancing along to the shitty 90s rock music that blasted through the speakers. Trey blew a puff of air out of his mouth, tapping his fingers on his legs before rising from the couch, holding out his hand for you to take. Curious, you took it before he led you into the group of people, setting your beer somewhere you didn't know. He rested his hands on your hips as the two of you started moving to the beat of the music. You felt your arms wrap around his neck as your body started to move on its own accord against Trey.

“Wanna go where it’s quieter?” Trey asked, looking at you. You watched as his eyes roamed your body, his bottom lip being lightly taken in by his teeth as he did so before returning his blue eyed gaze back to your eyes. You gave him a small nod before he grabbed your hand, taking you out of the bustling room and down the hall.

You felt him press your back against the wall of the hallway, as he gripped your thigh tightly, lifting it up to where it wrapped around him. He used his free hand to lean himself against the wall behind you as he started to leave a trail of sloppy kisses along your neck.

You bit your bottom lip as you felt the wet lips press against your neck, him following each kiss with a small nipple and lick, causing a small moan to escape your mouth. He lifted you off the ground and started to carry you into a room where there were already sounds of moans and groans coming from the room. “Hey! You two! Out!” Trey hollered at the two people who were making out in the corner of the room. The guy let out a small groan before the two of them quickly scurried out, before Trey shut the door and locked it behind him.

He carried you to the small stack of mattresses that resided in the corner of the room before laying you down, before he hovered over you and pressed his lips into yours. Normally you wouldn’t go this far with a guy you barely knew, but something about Trey was so enticing to you, almost as if there were a string pulling you towards him.

You felt him slip his tongue into your mouth as you wrapped your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers into the blonde hair that rested on his head, feeling every inch of it and every strand as you did.

His hand ran down your body, before slipping under your jeans as he started rubbing at you from on top of your panties. You let out a moan against his lips from his touch, the grip on his hair tightening.

You parted from his lips and started pulling at his shirt, pulling it over his head before letting your eyes scan over his torso. He wasn’t exactly fit, but that wasn’t really important to you. You let your mind take over as you rolled the two of you over so you were now straddling him as Trey let out a small chuckle.

Trey’s hands moved to grip your hips as you felt yourself start grinding your hips, causing friction against your lower halves. You leaned down, kissing his neck, leaving marks in similar spots on where he probably left some on your earlier.

You heard a small moan, almost whine, come from Trey as you continued kissing, Your lips getting lower as you heard his breathing increase. You lips touched him down to his belly button before moving back up to kiss his neck once more. Your hands moved down, rubbing him through his jeans as he moaned your name softly followed by another quiet whine.

You felt his hand start rubbing you through your own jeans as you bit your bottom lip, before Trey quickly used his free hand to pull at the flannel you wore, tearing a few buttons as he lazily pulled it off of it. “Fuck Trey I’m gonna need that.” You groaned in response.

“We’ll worry about that later.” He breathed out before pressing his lips to yours as you felt him fumble with the claps on your bra. When he was able to, he pulled away from you, taking the bra off before throwing it across the room. Your arms entangled with one another as the two of you fumbled with the buttons on jeans and pulled them off, pulling off the pair of boxers and panties shortly afterwards.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting as you looked down at Trey’s length but felt yourself surprised anyways at what seemed to be well groomed and just above average in size. Trey cleared his throat as you pulled your eyes away and looked up at him. “Everything okay?” He asked, a hint of shyness in his voice. You quickly nodded, giving him a small “Sorry” before he rolled the two of you back over and reached over to the nightstand next to the bed. He opened the drawer and pulled out a condom package.

“You uh…you wanna put it on?” Trey asked. You gave him a quick nod in response, taking the condom before opening the package with your teeth. Trey bit his bottom lip as he watched before you pulled the condom out, and put it on his tip, slowly sliding it on, trying to add a hint of teasing to your actions.

Trey barely hesitated once you finished before you felt him thrust in, causing you to let out a gasp. You arched your back as you felt him thrust, each thrust having more force than the one before. He used his hands to hold himself up onto the wall as he moved his hips back and forth, making sure to hit every spot to send shivers down your spine.

You moaned before biting your bottom lip as you looked at his face, taking in the moments. He moved one of his hands from the wall, down to your hip as he gripped tightly, not enough to hurt you, as he thrusted himself faster.

“Trey.” His name came from you, as you gripped the sheet that rested underneath you. You listened to Trey’s grunts as he thrusted which made you even more turned on than you already were. You felt him hit you g-spot as the pleasure started to build up inside of you, making you get closer to your high.

“M’don’t stop.” You whispered to him, which encouraged him to get even rougher with his movements. You felt him pull out before quickly thrusting back in which made you even louder, almost as if your moans were music to his ears.

The next thing you knew, you felt yourself starting to black out as you reached your high, and even though you had done it plenty of times before, this time it felt different. Could have also been the fact you were crossfaded.

You felt Trey pull out shortly after when you felt yourself come back to reality and saw him pull off the condom, tying it up and putting it in the bin at the end of the bed.

He plopped down next to you as the two of you laid there, staring at the ceiling, and panting as if you were in an overly hot sauna. The two of you sat in silence, the only sound being from your breathing and the muffled music coming from the party that was still going on in the next room.

You felt Trey’s arm wrap around your waist before pulling you against him, his face burying into your neck as he placed a couple kisses onto your shoulder, “Ya know….” He started softly, “I think I’m in love with you.”

[so-otterly-jaded]

Hey, you! Yeah, yeah, you, there, reading this on tumblr dot com*, you're the one. Hey, just thought you should know there's no such thing as a perfect ally. Yep, not even you, and especially not me, but that's fine by itself. We don't need perfect allies, but we do need good ones, great ones when we can get them. It would be really cool if you to hit the Acceptance part of processing that soonish so we can move on to the part where you understand and work to improve where you're able.

It doesn't have to be big, trust me, being an ally is pretty inclusive overall. Improving can just be not trying to dig into other potential allies who might not have used the Correct Words or maybe just got the Order wrong. Go ahead and tick fit off in your head or on your excel sheet or whatever, because patterns are important and they start with little details, I like that you're paying attention. Just try to work on gaining the wisdom to understand when it's needed to point things out and when it's more detrimental.

I know I've seen the discourse float around here before about how the people that say Weird Stuff but have genuinely Good Intentions and their actions back that up, well, are better than people who use Good Words with Bad Intentions or Misaligned at the least. Like yeah, maybe you don't need to specify a difference between certain things when you're talking to people, but also maybe you do, and maybe it's even for people who think that's Really Not Cool. Sure, including Cis People in your list of exes for Clarity Sake can seem like an unnecessary line to draw, but if you don't think a bunch of people would ask about that if they find it relevant but didn't see it, then you don't know enough people. If you only have certain words because you're coming out of a bad circle, but your heart is in the right place, being alienated because of the only way you can express yourself is just not going to promote positive growth.

So yeah, uh, work on that, cause even if you think you're including everyone, you're probably not, because that's kind of impossible. You can try, and you will fail, and that's okay, as long as you can recognize it and use that experience to build a better you. Just be open-minded and try to learn how to see the whole pattern before you start pushing back, and try to be less confrontational about it** so there's room for everyone to grow.

*If you're reading this somewhere else, I don't care, like hi and all but also I know what I wrote this for.

**Obviously confrontation is sometimes the move, but it's very, very seldom the opening move of someone who wants the best outcome.

[ithappensoffstage]

I am genuinely so worried for all the young horny dykes going into adulthood thinking there's something "problematic" / "wrong" with them for being horny because fucking tiktok lesbians think any horny dyke content is "male gaze fetishistic"

[chipthekeeper]

Rebellions are built on hope.

[elissastillstands]

Never even in death will you lose your fame, but you will be in men’s thoughts, your name ever immortal... (Theognis 245-246, trans. Gerber 1999).

Sometimes, the niche crossover urge takes over. This is based on Greek red-figure vase paintings of kithara players (specifically the ones here and here). If you want to hear a little about how the kithara is played and a little sample of improvisation on the instrument, check out the video here!

[bookshelfdreams]

yk when you see someone share a finished handmade item that they clearly spent a lot of time and money on and it's just. The absolute tackiest thing you have seen in your life. And then you ask yourself why someone would waste all those resources on such an eyesore.

(no, of course you can't relate to that because you're a much nicer person than me)

In any case.

BEHOLD!

A wool coat!

The top fabric is handwoven and handspun, the whole thing is sewn by hand, too.

Leftovers. Barely anything, all things considered, which is very satisfying.

This thing took me well over 3 years to make, on and off. And now I'm done.

Thank you for your attention.

[hiragis]

APT. Elric's version

[cangrellesteponme]

wife

[zillychu]

Consider for a moment: A slow-burn identity reveal “no one knows” AU with an emphasis on ghosts being taken seriously as an actual, world-changing threat.

Ghosts are treated as an exceedingly dangerous, but unavoidable force of nature. They can come and go without warning, through naturally occurring spontaneous portals. They're territorial, driven only by obsession and hunger for the living. Particularly powerful ghosts are on par with natural disasters.

Life goes on because there's simply no other option. All major buildings have varying levels of ghost shields, some stronger than others. Just about everyone has some form of personal shield, weapon, or general deterrent. For the most part, humanity takes this apocalypse in stride, barely keeping it all together because there's just enough safety to keep them all sane.

Which is why the rumors of Phantom being able to fully mimic a human body incites panic in Amity.

Phantom was already a nightmare as it was–one of the most powerful and intelligent ghosts on record. His territorial fights with other ghosts for haunting (hunting) grounds in Amity have made global news several times already. Powerful ghosts could appear more human–but to think he was transforming down to a cellular level? Hiding among them? Bypassing ghost shields and alarms? Picking them off one by one?

The focus is mostly with Lancer's class, and how the school deals with this new threat on top of everything else. Everyone is a suspect, no one is safe, and Danny Fenton in particular gets slowly more and more exhausted, apathetic, and… unnerving.

The stress, the lack of sleep, the fighting, no one to turn to, not even his best friends or family–it takes a toll on him. Starving himself doesn't help, but he refuses to do more than take small bites from the ambient life energy and emotion of the living around him. Nothing that won't actually do lasting harm. He begins to slip up more and more, which Sam and Tucker begin to notice but haven't quite connected the dots yet.

But, well. What else can Danny do when Pariah Dark comes knocking on Amity’s doorstep, and his whole class is in the line of fire?

[parkersbliss]

if you’re willing to, how about 141 reacting to you saying “no one will hear you scream”? i know they’d all play the biggest uno reverse card, especially gaz because he just has such a sweet face you wouldn’t expect it.

I am always willing to!!! anon thank you for blessing me with this. you're so right like don't threaten the military men who are masters of stealth, now that's asking for trouble...

pairing: task force 141 (ghost, gaz, price, soap) x reader 

warnings: um, gaz threatening you? actually, all of them threatening you bc you threaten them

a/n: see me personally I would not mess with this. and certainly not price.

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Gaz:

It was easy to convince Kyle to come out here. In fact, he didn’t even think twice when you asked to go out on a hike. He had grabbed a light jacket, laced up his boots, and was out the door. He was an outdoorsman, after all, and any time he could spend with you was well spent. You weren’t going to hear an argument out of his pretty mouth. 

It’s nicer this time of the year. Not too hot and not too cold with the leaves changing into the sunset colors. Honestly, you were glad you had come out here, even if it was because you had other intentions than some fresh air. 

You were lagging behind Kyle, his hand flexing and calling for yours. You jog to grab his when you notice, swinging them as you approach a viewpoint. 

You can overlook the area below you, coming up on a small cliff that showcases the changing leaves and sun. There’s a slight breeze that ruffles your hair, making the tips of your ears a little cold. 

“It’s so beautiful,” Kyle breathes, taking in the view. 

You nod, gazing out at the leaves tumbling in the wind. Then, with a practiced ease, you say: “No one would hear you scream out here.”

Kyle steps back from the edge, whipping around to look at you. “What?”

“What?” You ask dumbly. 

“Don’t “what” me.” He points a finger at you. “I heard that shit.”

You step toward him, feeling guilty when you see his face. “Kyky-” you call. 

“Nope!” He grabs something from his pocket, pointing it at you.

You put your hands on your hips, scoffing and stepping back. “You brought a taser?”

“And I’m not afraid to use it.” He continues to point the weapon at you as you take steps back. You were messing with your boyfriend, but your boyfriend was not messing with you. 

“Babe, it was a joke!” You protest. 

He narrows his eyes. “Oh, not so funny now, huh? No one could hear you scream.” 

“Kyle!” You hiss at that, his point made.“Please put the taser away.”

“Please don’t threaten me,” he retorts, but relents and slips the taser back into his pocket. 

“Why do you even have that?”

Kyle shrugs. “You never know. As you just proved.” 

“Oh my god,” You said, walking back over to him tentatively. Once you’re close enough, he grabs your waist pulling you to his side. “Don’t ever say that shit again,” he whispers. 

You glance at the taser in his pocket. “Lesson learned.” 

Kyle smiles, kissing your cheek. “Ice cream?” 

Ghost:

You take a deep breath, letting the crisp autumn air fill your lungs. It’s cold, cutting through the skin of your throat, yet at the same time it’s comforting. It’s much better than the humidity-laced air of summer at least. Where each breath you took felt like you inhaled oven air. 

Simon glances over at you, cocking his head to silently ask what you were doing. 

“Just taking in the air,” You said. “’s nice.” 

He hums an agreement, walking along the stream you two were hiking. A few birds were chirping, leaves crunching under your boots, and the sound of water running over rocks. It’s a quiet you’re not used to from being in the military. That still doesn’t stop the idea from forming in your head. 

“No one would hear you scream out here,” You muse, falling in step beside Simon. You say it casually, not looking at him. You act as if you had just asked where he wanted to get dinner tonight. 

Simon, of course, is aware of everything. He stops walking, turning to you at an agonizingly slow pace. “Excuse me?”

You shake your head. “Nothing.” And continue along the trail. 

He doesn’t follow you. You can tell when his footsteps aren’t echoing yours, a little slower and more steady. Instead, they fall silent on deaf ears. You can’t hear anything and the hair on the back of your neck stands up at the sudden stillness of the forest. 

“Simon?” You call, turning to face him. And of course, he’s gone. You curse under your breath, spinning around to find him. You walk back to where he was, checking around the trees and the bushes. You shouldn’t threaten a lieutenant, the master of infiltration nonetheless. You peek around another tree, trying to get a view of him when a hand grabs your shoulder. You scream, throwing the hand off your shoulder and raising your fists. You come face to face with your boyfriend and drop your hands. 

Simon stares at you, a deadpan look on his face with arms crossed. “What was that about no one hearing me or, should I say you scream?” 

You swat at him. “It was a joke.”

“Damn right, it was. You think you could take me?” He begins walking again, offering his hand to you. He was a true gentleman even after he pulled that stunt. You really needed to learn to keep your eyes on him. 

You lace your fingers together, sighing. “No.” 

Simon is content with the answer, placing a soft kiss on your temple. “Let’s finish this hike without any other threats, hm, sweetheart?"

“It was a joke.” 

“Mine wasn’t.” 

“Simon—!” 

Soap:

Johnny took convincing to go out for a walk. He was more inclined to spend his days on the couch, relaxing next to you. Not some boring “walk for fresh air.” He would argue he’d already gone on plenty of walks while deployed. 

You dragged him out anyway, saying it’ll be good for him to do one without worrying about being shot at. 

So here you are, on a quiet trail in your local park, pointing at the various colored leaves and their unique shapes. 

“This is stupid,” Johnny said, kicking at a pinecone on the ground and sending it flying. 

You roll your eyes, squeezing his hand, which was intertwined with yours in his jacket pocket. “You could humor me a bit.” 

“What good would that do?” 

You huff. “I actually quite like it out here.” 

“‘m sure you do, love.” 

You tap your chin with your free hand. An idea forming in your head to spice things up a bit. Or at least raise the stakes for your walk. “Like, no one would hear you scream out here, you know?” A mischievous grin curls on your lips as you look at Johnny with innocence. 

“What?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed. He knew what you said, just hadn’t quite processed the implications yet. 

“I said, we can go get ice cream. As a peace offering.” 

Johnny removes his hand from yours, taking a step back. “I don’t think so.” 

“You don’t want ice cream?”

He shakes his head. “Nope. I’m actually tired. Thinking we should head back now.” 

You jut your bottom lip out, enjoying the slight panic on his face. “Already?”

He spins on his heels. “Yep! Right now. Let’s go. Back in public. With people.” He urges, walking away from you at a brisk pace. 

You laugh to yourself, jogging after him. He glances at you over his shoulder, clearly paranoid and you feel a little bad about it. His pace quickens and within seconds, he’s out of your line of sight and you sigh. Damn him. 

You exit the trail, and back into the regular park, squinting your eyes to spot your boyfriend. You can’t find him anyway, which is weird because his mohawk makes him unmissable. 

A hand taps your shoulder and you jump. 

“Oh, relax,” Johnny said, holding out an ice cream cone for you. “We’re out of the woods now. Everyone would hear you scream here.” 

You take the ice cream from him, glaring at him and his smug look as he remixes your words against you. “Not funny.”

“Now imagine how I felt. Except I wouldn’t really have a problem if people heard.” 

“We’re going home.” 

Johnny laughs madly, throwing an arm around your shoulder. “That’s all I wanted.” 

Price:

You stand at the end of your hike, overlooking the view beneath you. The cliff dips into a valley, scattered with red and orange trees, the telltale sign of the approaching cold. The sun sits high in the sky, blessing you with a little warmth as the clouds drift through the breeze. 

Price stands next to you, hands on his hips like a proud dad after completing the hike. He pushes his sunglasses to sit on his forehead, taking a deep breath. 

“We should do this more often,” he said.

“We should,” you agree, watching a pair of hawks circle and dive. “It’s so peaceful out here.” 

“So quiet,” Price added. 

You hum. “No one would hear you scream.” 

You knew the risk of saying something like that to your boyfriend, but you couldn’t help it. A little challenge for him. 

Price doesn’t hesitate, he takes a step back from you, putting considerable distance between the two of you. His eyes scan the trees, the valley below, the space behind you — he’s clearly checking for any threats. 

You take a step toward him and he holds up his hand. “No. Empty your pockets.”

“What?” You asked with a laugh. 

“You wanna say shit like that? Empty your pockets,” He said again. 

You stare at him, and you can see the serious look on his face. Within the minute you had uttered that sentence, you already regretted it. Leave it to John Price to take everything so seriously. Even when it was his girlfriend who could never hurt him. You sigh, dropping your phone, wallet, keys, tissues, and everything else. You stare at him. “Happy?” 

“Hands up.” 

“John!” 

“Not hearing you out, darling.”

You begrudgingly raise your hands as he steps towards you, patting you down and inspecting the things you’ve dropped. “It was a joke.” 

“Am I laughing?” His hands come to rest on your shoulders, squeezing them slightly. “Believe me, darling. You wouldn’t be able to scream before I drop you.” 

You spin around to face him, a shocked look on your face. He had gotten you there. Price wouldn’t be stupid enough to let you make any noise. 

“It was a joke,” He mocks you, a sly grin on his face. 

You purse your lips, grabbing your things off the ground. “Point made.” Price grabs the rest of your belongings, handing them to you with that sweet smile of his. 

“C’mon, let’s hike back down. We can go to your favorite sandwich place.” He places a hand on your back, leading you off the cliff.

“As long as you don’t slip poison into it.” 

“No promises.” 

-- END --

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[brainmuncher]

The emergency

A good number of members within the Justice League have children. Not all of those kids are biological or adopted but they are their kids nonetheless. Some of those kids are even old enough to be adult heroes of their own, but even then they are still their kids. And the other kids tend to take up heroism at a very young age to most people's chagrin. Although as shown by the original child hero, now going by Nightwing, it’s not as easy as telling the kids to stop.

It was learned through intense hardship that smothering the child heroes was just asking for trouble. Despite how much the older heroes wanted to stay close to their kids, it was seen as overbearing and a show of mistrust. They would act out with even less backup in retaliation, which would only bring even more stress.

So to satisfy the need for protection without stepping on any toes, two new emergency meeting signals were introduced.

One was for the kids to send off. Each one was gifted a small device that could be hidden in their person. The device had both a mic and a tracking chip that could be activated when they were in extreme danger. As soon as the device was active a signal would be sent to the league for an emergency distress signal with the details of who sent it. Due to an outcry from the kids, the device could not be activated by the guardian of the child. The mic and locator could only be activated from the device itself. It wasn’t nearly as protective as some of the more worried leaguers would like, but it was at least something. 

The second signal was one that the leaguer with a kid in danger could activate. This signal could be activated with a single code into the communicators that every member owned. If the member who sent out the signal didn’t specify what kid was in danger, every member would receive a generalized notification of the emergency alert for one of the kids. This wasn’t ideal, but it was learned early on that the guardian of the child was often too distressed to make the code more complicated. It was best to leave it simple and answer questions at the emergency meeting.

Which was great in all, until someone who doesn’t have a child involved with heroics in their care sends off a general emergency.

In places all over the globe, an emergency meeting signal message was sent by Hal Jordan, one of the lanterns. He didn’t include what child was in danger in the signal, meaning that it could be any of the underaged heroes. And considering he didn’t have a child in his care, that made multiple members panic.

When was the last time they checked in with the kids in their care? Who was the one he was sending the code for? What happened to the child he had noticed was in danger? Why is he the one that noticed? Where were their kids? Who was in danger?

Because of the nebulous nature of the call, it didn’t take long for multiple heroes to find the nearest transport to the watchtower and tumble in. What they didn’t expect was the absolute haggard appearance of their friend. He was standing in the meeting room looking like the world had been destroyed before his very eyes. The way he sat without even cracking a sarcastic remark made multiple members pause.

“Hal?” Wonder Woman called, her face pinched in concern. “What has happened?”

The aforementioned member looked over who had already arrived before settling on her face. It was at that moment she knew that he was only looking so collected through willpower alone. This wasn’t just any child of the league, this was personal.

“My nephew Danny has been captured,” He began, sending a wave of different emotions circling the room. “I’ve been trying to find where they took him for a week now and I can’t get any leads. I need your help.”

The unsaid questions and emotions were nearly palpable. Multiple members turned to one another or stared with a million questions. Nobody had known that Hal even had a nephew named Danny. Sure he mentioned someone named Jason at times, but he never indicated anything else. The fact that he hadn’t mentioned him or the fact that he’d been apparently searching for a week was strange.

“And why are you only telling us now? Why did you wait so long?” Superman asked, speaking up the question that was on multiple minds.

A fire of anger curled in Hal's eyes. It was fierce and protective. It was a mixture of appalment for being questioned on his decision and fury for the reasons why he had to do it in the first place. He stepped forward towards the center table, slamming his palms down and leaning into it.

“Because any person that goes against the group will be declared an enemy of the United States. I’ve already had my account and housing connected to Green Lantern seized,” He explained with a deceptively calm tone. “I also needed to make sure that they didn’t have any connections with the Justice League. They have their agents everywhere.”

Unsurprisingly, Batman appeared from the gathered heroes from seemingly nowhere. Despite the feud between the two of them, the Bat was completely zeroed in on the situation. While he had a decent amount of distrust in the lantern, mainly because of the parallax incident, he could tell that the man was genuine. And the Bat always did have a blind spot for children.

“Explain,” Was all Batman said, staring Hal down.

The lantern in question looked at him with a grim face. This was it. Now or never.

“They’re called the Ghost Investigation Ward, or GIW for short. They hunt down and either exterminate or experiment on anyone they deem ectocontaminated or a ghost,” Hal started to explain, his hand curling on the table in frustration. “My brother Jack faked his death and ran off to be with another woman. Those fucks deemed my nephew as ectocontaminated and tried to take him from his home. He ran from his family so that they couldn’t be arrested for knowingly harboring an ecto entity. Told me that he remembered my face from a photo his dad tried to hide in the attic and sought me out.”

If the fire in his eyes were any stronger, they would probably become physical and burn down the room. It was undeniable that Hal Jordan was understandably completely pissed off. This situation was terrible from down to the very root.

“I tried to hide him but they somehow found him anyway. Now my civilian name is being heavily monitored and Green Lantern is being hunted down,” He finished his explanation. “If you join me in this, be prepared to lose everything.”

This was so much worse than anyone could’ve predicted.

[dressfortheslide-nottheride]

essential rosquez quotes from @moonshynecybin's post here (ty!!)

the "accidental contact" can be found here, please tell me ur opinion!

@pgaslys makes an endless list of motogp things found here (its great)

other motogp primers found here, here, and here (kind of). they rly helped when i was getting into motogp so ty sm to their creators.

and in general to anyone trying to get into motogp- everyone on motogpblr is super nice and helpful! i've sent so many anons and i've always gotten lovely answers!

im always happy to chat so feel free to shoot me an ask w any q's or corrections x

[to-be-a-dreamer]

The disproportionate hate towards Tommy Kinard and the refusal to accept that someone could have genuine, meaningful character development off-screen that is still valid and real is a symptom of cancel culture and the internet’s general refusal to allow a person to become more than their past failings but some of y'all aren't ready to hear that

[manzanamarim]

why are they so Friend Shaped... I need them

[dorothywonderland]

BRO LITERALLY DOXXED HIMSELF TO THE CYCLOPS. he was asking to get jumped come on