#as in i didn't warm up so i was having a hard time tm

[yellowbunnydreams]

Bunny Ears (Part 20) ~William Afton X F! Reader~

~Fluffy husband is always welcome! He's so dorky in this chapter it's almost cringy but we all need some golden-retriever Henry Emily in our life too. Sorry it took so long to write, I was really struggling with some writers block for a while so I apologise for any issues with the flow~

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Want more or something different? *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Tag List: @ruh--roh-raggy @h4nluv @sleepy---head @do-double-g @confiscated-peaches-main @dij-ology @viviennemuerte @robin-the-enby @shari-berri @randymeeksisafinalgirl @hallow1090 @aponia-yue @likoplays @dilflover-3 @oak-leafs @phd-in-fuckery @weirdoartist21 @nicolezghostz @fauine @emmbny

Sorry if I missed you on the tag-list!

CW: Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 30's), divorce/processing divorce, Afton being a sarcastic hot ass, grumpy x sunshine . Faz-Fuck TM

The sweet smell of something syrupy and sugar, fruit hidden beneath it, filled your nose in the morning. Turning over in the large bed, your hand reached out for William only to find the mattress cool beneath your fingertips and making your eyes snap open as sit up. Wincing slightly as your body twinged unhappily and you blinked away the last of the sleep clinging to your eyes before your legs slipped out of the bed and padded barefoot across the cool wooden floor.

The space looked so different in the daylight, a window built into the slanted roof opposite the bed let in a lot of natural light, chiffon curtains fluttering in the slight breeze as you realised it was open. His bedding was black sheets with a blue comforter and black pillows, a stark contrast to the pale walls and matching the dark wood of the furniture around the place. It weirdly felt appropriate that William straddled the line between open and airy space with darker elements.

Your footsteps were silent as you pressed on through the house, coming to the old stairs and pulling down William's t-shirt around your body before you reached the bottom. Hearing humming coming from the kitchen, you managed to peek your head around the corner and smiled as you saw his broad back to you. Still wearing those sweatpants that he'd pulled on last night, but clearly focused on cooking as he partly turned to grab something from the counter, his sharp features looking handsome in the soft lighting as his greying stubble made his cheeks look a little more hollow. His salt and pepper hair messy like he'd just woken up, squinting as you realised that this was the first time you were properly seeing him without his glasses.

"Welll good morning handsome." You called sleepily, watching as he practically jumped out of his skin and hissed as the distinct sound of somebody slamming their foot directly into the nearest solid surface was only just covered by the sharp intake of breath. Your hands flying to cover your mouth as you gasped too even though you were completely safe. "Oh my gosh, I'm so so sorry!"

"You're alright bunny, I didn't see you there." He laughed, crouching down to inspect any damage, more to his kitchen than himself before standing up tall once again and gently padding his way around the counter, his thick arms wrapped around you and holding you closely in a warm hug.

"How's my cute little superstar doing this morning?" He asked, kissing the top of your head as your arms wrapped around him in kind.

"Superstar? And I'm good...sore but good." Feeling him squeeze you tighter as he pulled back and inspected you with a frown, squinting in what looked like a slightly accusatory fashion.

"Bunny, baby-girl, you should have lead with that!" He began to ramble slightly as he focused on you, holding onto your shoulders and stroking his thumb over the curve of the joint appreciately as he seemed to tune you out almost in his slight panic.

"Will-"

" I'm sorry you're sore if I went too hard last night say and we don't have to do that again! Gosh I'm so stupid, I should have given you aftercare and made sure..no maybe I should have prepped you more-" Your own brows raised in slight amusement as you looked up at him, head cocked to one side as his voice slipped into that deep gravel.

"William."

"I am such a fool, an old fool! Bunny please can y-"

"WILLIAM AFTON." You finally broke through to him as he seemed to jolt at the use of his full name. Tensing before your hands reached up and cupped his cheeks lightly, thumbs stroking them over his stubbled cheeks and feeling him relaxing, torn from his little concerned spiral.

"William Afton, I love you. And last night was beautiful, and I wouldn't change it for the world, you hear me?" Watching his expression soften as you spoke,

"I do bunny...sorry I just..I wanted it to be special and I wanted to make you breakfast in bed and bring it up to you because you're special to me..I love you too."

"Good, now you've stopped panicking...is it bad timing to mention whatever you're cooking is burning?" Looking over his shoulder and towards the pan that was producing a little black smoke and smelt acrid, making William snap his head around and release you as he sprinted to the stovetop, swearing profusely as you dissolved into laughter over the whole situation.

If it was any indication as to what mornings were like in the Afton household, you were certain that you could live with that for the rest of your life.

It took William about another hour to clean up breakfast, or rather the cremated remains of the original breakfast plan and then to make some pancake batter, making sure that you had heaps of syrup, butter and cream on your pancakes that he even cheesily poured into a little heart shape.

It was entirely silly, but it was so cute that it made you smile even as you tucked in. Moaning at the taste on your tongue and William occasionally stealing bites from your fork and you from his as in the morning light, you both felt that playful spark passing between you. The cuteness of the morning suddenly broken by the telephone on his kitchen wall which had escaped your notice the night before ringing, William rolled his eyes and stood up, cracking his back before he picked up the reciever and crossed his broad arms across his chest, pressing a button on the wall unit so you could hear the full conversation.

"Morning to you Henry."

"Good morning Wil- Hey, how did you know it was me?" You stifled a giggle around a mouthful of pancake as William rolled his eyes again and rubbed his hand over his face.

"It's always you, the telemarketers don't even call this early anymore." William sighed before leaning against the wall, giving you a playful wink as he spoke to your mutual friend. "Anyway, you're not just calling for fun are you?"

"No, right! Yes... The reason I called!" You nearly choked as you could hear the mild confusion in Henry's voice before returning to it's naturally chipper state, probably forgetting why he was confused in the first place. "The reason I called is that I really need you to come in Will."

"It's my day off."

"Yes, I know I know, but one of the arcades isn't acting right and it's spitting out tickets when it's hitting low scores and nothing on the jackpot."

"Is it a One-Dee-Aye-Zero-Tee error?" He asked, taking a moment before you realised what he spelt and trying not to laugh even more as William gave you that confident smirk again that made your chest tighten up.

"No? You know I'm not familiar with all the error codes like you are! Please, please just come in for half an hour?"

"I uh...I would love to Henry but I genuinely can't." He replied, looking suddenly slightly sheepish as he moved his weight from one leg to the other, making you raise an eyebrow and point to yourself. William simply made a non-commital motion in return.

"Why? Wills if this is about your little guest that I presume is still there, just bring her along and I'll pay both of you for the day!"

"I can't drive, Henry."

There was a pregnant pause as you looked at the taller, older man with a furrowed brow and confusion written over your expression. Watching as even through the stubble you could see his cheeks flushing red and practically hear the gears of Henry's mind turning.

"Damn Will, I mean..did you like...break... it? Cause uh...wow that's mildly impressive almost if she-"

"No. No! God, no! Nothing like that!" William rubbed his hand over his face as he turned even more sheepish looking and could barely look in your direction as he tried to mumble something into the phone, only making you raise your eyebrows again. You could just hear Henry through the phone asking him to speak up however, clearly struggling to understand his friend as he tried to be discreet before William got frustrated and spoke loudly again.

"Look, I broke my damn glasses last night okay? I'm blind as fuck right now." You blinked in surprise as you vaugely recalled William throwing his glasses as they fogged up and bursting into uncontrolled giggled. Trying to clamp your hands over your mouth as you recieved a squinting death glare from your boyfriend as Henry spoke up again.

"You....How? Wait no, I don't want to know! But I do...but...how? How do you even???..." confusion evident in his voice as you tried and failed to stop your laughter.

"Look so I can try to get in but-"

"OH MY GOD IF YOU BROKE YOUR GLASSES WHAT DID SHE BREAK?!" you were unable to hide it as you burst out laughing, hearing Henry calling your name panickedly through the crackle of the telephone. "SPEAK TO ME, IF YOU NEED MEDICAL ASSISTANCE SAY 'PINEAP-"

William slammed the phone down on his friend as you looked at each other and burst out laughing again after a moment. Jokingly holding up some fingers and asking how many there were before William flipped you off and came over to kiss you, humming against your lips as he smiled into your laughter.

~~

"Bunny, we're going to be late." William laughed as he poked his head around the door to his room, looking at you sat on his bed and turning up the cuffs of the jeans he had leant you so that they wouldn't drag on the floor. He had had to lend you clothes for the day since you certainly weren't being let into Freddy's wearing that cute little dress from the night before, but his jeans drowned you even with one of his belts as tight it would go and a flannel shirt over a t-shirt.

You looked like you were a kid playing dress-up, but William simply smiled and padded over to you, wrapping his arms around you as he carefully tucked and adjusted the flannel to sit a little better on your much smaller frame.

"You look very cute though." Grinning as compared to his own lazy black t-shirt, opened pale yellow plaid shirt and jeans, you looked like a mini-him. Sticking your tongue out slightly as you shook your head.

"I look like a kid."

"No, you look like my beautiful bunny," He chastised playfully, giving you a slightly squinty smile as you noticed the bulge of his glasses tucked into his top pocket. It had admittedly been quite amusing when he revealed that they were really broken, one lens popped out and cracked so even if he could force it back into the frame, the vision would still be way off. You didn't remember him throwing it that hard the night before, but you supposed that you were focused on a lot more intense things instead.

"You're always going to say that, you love me." Rolling your eyes and watching as William raised an eyebrow before giving you a stern look and tutting through his teeth.

"I do love you, and here I thought you were a good girl."

"I am!"

"Good girls don't act like brats, they accept when their boyfriend says they're cute." Chuckling as he held your hand and kissed your forehead, humming against your skin before squeezing your hand and looking at you sheepishly again. "Although...I do need to ask a really big favour."

Crossing your arms after a moment, even in his squinty state, you looked all too cute and not in the least bit intimidating. Afton blinked and gave you that lopsided smile that made you melt, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close as he put his chin on your head. Breathing in and realising with a pang of both sadness and comfort that you smelled a little like his cologne as well as your own sweet perfume.

"I need you to drive us to work," He asked quietly, nuzzling into your shoulder as he dropped his head down, feeling you gently shake yours. "Please, I know you have a drivers licence."

"William..." You whined, feeling him turn his head and begin to place scratching kisses against your sensitive skin on your neck, murmuring 'please' against you between each one that made you think back to each delicious kiss the night before, groaning softly as you cradled the back of his head. "You're not playing fairly kissing me like that."

"You'll learn I don't always play fairly, bunny. Pretty please? I promise I'll take you to breakfast afterwards." Hearing the almost childish whine to his voice, you shook your head and laughed, carefully bringing his head up and kissing him as you looked at your handsome, older boyfriend and boss pouting like he hadn't gotten the candy he wanted.

"We've had breakfast, Will, both cremated and edible.

"Then I'll treat my pretty little bunny to ice-cream and cake and all the attention I can humanly lavish upon you?"

"Fine, twist my arm then. You're showing me how the hell to drive your car, and I'm not responsible for any scratches or paint work damage!" Kissing him again before taking his hand and walking down the stairs together, William holding your hand tightly and glad for the excuse that he could keep holding it for just a little bit longer.

~~

Driving through the small town and towards Freddy's whilst trying not to crash in William Afton's car that you definitely could not afford to replace, and you really hoped no cops pulled you over to ask for your registration details, was more stressful than you could have ever wanted to experience. Sure, you had a driving licence, but you didn't own a car and you were sure that the last time you had actually driven a vehicle was during your driving exam. But Afton had made it as comfortable for you as possible, and even allowed you to get out a block down from Freddy's and walk, since you both agreed that you weren't sure it was quite time to tell people about your relationship.

It felt strange, being inside the pizzeria without your uniform on now, and you called back to your first time arriving there, how nervous you had felt and how overwhelming the bright lights, colours and noise was. Now it felt strangely like home, like it really was a place where fantasy and fun could come to life.

Stacey wrapped you up in a bear hug once you got in, taking you slightly by surprise as you watched William slip in and through to the back hall to get his tool kit to fix the arcade, moving slower than normal to avoid earning an additional moniker to 'Wiffle Bat Willy' by punting a child in his blind state.

"Oh, em, gee! You're here on you're day off! Mr. Emily said you were sick on Friday and went home early and I was so worried!" The young woman gushed as she held you close and then at arms length, raising her eyebrow as you realised she had finally noticed what you were wearing. "And this...honestly isn't what I thought you would have as a personal style."

"Gee, thanks for your total vote of confidence!" You laughed, making your work friend laugh too as you shook your head. "It was what was clean and available." Not a total lie.

"Girl, stick a...darn...wash on, wear a skirt or something, god knows I would if I could right now!" Rolling your eyes at her statement, you looked over her shoulder at the groups of children running around carrying paper cups filled with half-strength sodas and hyper from pizza grease and carpet candy, raising your eyebrow as she followed your line of sight.

"Are you sure you want to keep to that statement?"

"On second thoughts, I have enough stains to get out of my clothes without having to scrub my legs raw to get off fizzy-Faz."

"Come on, find me a seat and I'll get a drink or something, I have to hang out for a bit anyway." It was Stacey's turn to raise an eyebrow now as you blushed, wondering if you had given too much away before she looked at the already blazing sunshine outside and sighed.

"Yeah, you don't want to be out there at the moment unless you're in some air conditioned car or bus. Come on, let's get you a table and I'll even get you a colouring sheet if you play nicely with the other kids!"

"Ha-ha, very funny." Ribbing her playfully in the ribs as you managed to snag a seat by the stage, prime real estate at Freddy's, and had a good view of the arcade, where you could see Will knelt on the floor and opening the back of a machine that had the 'out of order' panel placed over the screen.

"Oh look, you get a great view of Afton too!" Stacey laughed, making you blush more and smacking her arm as she retreated to just out of your reach. Cackling as she clearly enjoyed teasing you about what she presumed was a crush on your boss. "He's rubbing off on you too, that looks like one of his shirts."

You weren't sure how much hotter your cheeks could get as she disappeared to continue working, leaving you to sit and wait with your day dreams about what you would rather be doing as William Afton glanced over and gave you a soft smile that made you melt all over again.

[dairy-farmer]

Okay but re-reading the Ra's part of the Timeloop ask I sent? And the part you wrote? Oh... On No(tm) this man's out here dead set on being a BAD Idea Boyfriend.

Gonna seduce Timothy with his cock. KNOWS he has absolutely no chance of convincing him to Join Him with the usual flowers, dancing, and casual dating approaches for romance... soooo.... Wanna See Him Naked, Detective? *evil sexy eyebrow quirk* *is shirtless and on a throne Just Cause doing his best Slutty wide legged gonna conquer everything sit*

Like? Come on~ make a TERRIBLE life choice. Give him ONE(1!) Chance to rock your world so hard it ruins you forever. He has a multi-step plan. He just needs to pump your guts so good you permanently associate the concept of pleasure with HIM. THEN? You'll feel compelled to return..

It's always "just one more time", isn't it? Detective. Always "this is the LAST time". Stubborn, proud men like Timothy are so WEAK to pleasure, aren't they~? Pain they can handle. But pleasure? That addicts them.

He just needs an opening. Just ONE misstep. A low moment. Some time when Timothy's hunger for warmth outways his rightful caution of Ra's. And? All things are inevitable, if you are patient enough. Especially if you tilt the odds by hand.

Maybe he shows off the goods. Is shirtless more often then he has been in years. Low cut poet shirts and impressive capes. Tight, tight pants. Oh isn't it DISTRACTING, Detective? You aren't having THOUGHTS you won't admit too, aaaare you? Eyes CERTAINLY aren't lingering a bit too long~

Ra's has done this before and he'll do it again. CENTURIES is a word people keep using but honestly, they DO so fail to grasp what that MEANS. He has seduced THOUSANDS. And he's not even that hedonistic. He could have had far more.

He's faced off against genuine Femme Fatales. Homme Fatales. Battles of seduction and wit, daggers and poisons. Death in the night. Beautiful silks stained forever with the blood of their masters. He has nearly died more then once and come out stronger for it.

And? Like when the Bat was lost in time. Eventually his Detective WILL have to be in relatively close quarters with him again. Just close ENOUGH. The last time, he thought him cisgendered. Didn't realize his OPTIONS. Now? Now Ra's wants an HEIR out of him. Preferably a legion. They would be glorious.

But to GET that... first he needs to SEDUCE the Detective. Can't put offspring in a womb you haven't fucked. He ramps up his petty bullshit. TARGETED petty bullshit that will require Tim, specifically, too fix. He sword fights shirtless. Makes sure to subtly oil up a bit first. One MUST take care of their skin of course. It has NOTHING to do with the fact it will both perfume the air AND catch the light, drawing Timothy's attention to his muscles as they fight. Of course not.

Perish the THOUGHT, Detective~

And it eventually works. Because of course it does. Tim is stressed. Horny. Stressed AND horny. His life has gone to shit AGAIN. Everyone is fighting AGAIN. Everything hurts mentally, emotionally, and physically. And fuckin' Ra's is there... once AGAIN swanning around topless. All rippling abs and deep rumbling purr. Threats and word play. Posturing.

Telling him he'll GLADLY deactivate the bombs if Tim spends the night with him. Not even in his bed. Just... just in his company. Bastard being all assured and decadent and offering him food. And... and... Tim is so fucking tired. The thought of fighting of ninjas and swinging all over the place tonight sounds god awful.

His body hurts. HE hurts. He's hungry. Sore. Ra's is vaguely behaving. This room is warm and those seats look soft. That food looks good. Tim decides... "You know what? Fuck it. Why not." There are a LOT of reasons why not. Starting with "This is EXACTLY what Ra's wants" but? Tim is past caring.

He says sure. Ra's isn't even gloat-y about it. Just casually calls off the bombs. Tim should probably be pissed about that but... mmmm, food. He collapses into a chair instead. It's absurdly comfortable. The night is surreal. He gets fed. They talk about furniture as Tim tries to pry the chair makers name out of Ra's to no avail. Ra's gives him an honest to gods feet and hand massage.

It's... it's nice? Really nice. Relaxing even. Tim is suspicious. Not so much he DOESN'T take the deal again... but you know... suspicious.

And Ra's keeps feeding him. There's pleasant conversation about interesting things. Massaging of sore muscles. Hands that drift higher and higher. Lower and lower. Casually. And Tim is... is so WARM. Full belly, comfortably cradled by the various seats, muscles massaged loose.

Then he makes the mistake of getting SO used to this... he just starts showing up. Not changing into his RR suit first. Ra's is patient, but crows with victory in his mind. He waits until Tim is wearing a lovely suit. No particular day but not too soon into the change in behavior. Can't spook him, after all.

His fingers are lighter then any pickpocket's unbuckling the belt. The Detective of course still notices. Becomes more alert. Attention focusing. Ra's uses a move he's done countless times before. He cradles the Detective's head with one hand and plunders his mouth, even as his other slides like a thief down somewhere it should not be, to pay immediate and overwhelming attention to the heat below.

Tim jolts so hard it's nearly a thrash. But Ra's has caught has caught him off gaurd and does NOT intend to let him get his wits about him. He teases Tim breathless, confused and horny. Then his pants are GONE. Ra's is sliding with a dangerous grace to his knees between those powerful legs and hiking them up over his shoulders, spread wide.

Tim has just enough time to be confused before everything lights up, as an impossibly skilled mouth descends onto him. He'll never live down the sounds he makes. How quickly, EASILY, Ra's is able to drive him incoherent. Even before thick, calloused fingers slide in deep. Torment his best spots with ruthless accuracy.

Then Ra's is looming over him. Looking so damn PLEASED with himself. Tim should be furious. But all he can do is gasp for air and hold on as he's split APART. Big. So big. Ra's is whispering something filthy in a long dead language, watching his body take it with so much HUNGER on his face. Has anyone EVER wanted Tim this bad? He feels impaled.

The he's being taken APART. Hips the roll and grind, snap forward and pull slow. The rhythm keeps changing. Drawing out the pleasure but not letting it build enough to get Tim off. He thinks he starts crying. Can't seem to stop. Begs Ra's to just... to j-just let him get off. Please. PLEASE. Everything is so hot. Squelching and gushing and... and...

Ra's practically glows. Backlight by the ceiling lamps. Oil and sweat catching the light, coating his body. Unbearably focused on TIM. Looking and seeing and No Where To Hide. Exposed and conquered. Everything feeling so good. Tim's brain feels likes its short circuiting. He comes apart beneath Ra's. Then is made too again. And again. And again.

There's even a soft bed and fantastic breakfast in the morning. Tim refuses to fall for this.

He of course, falls for it. It's the best sex he's ever had. He's furious. Ra's is unrepentant and openly admits to his plans. Consent IS important, after all. Tim blows up several of his bases and then three days later? Him.

It takes all of five years of routinely threatening Gotham and then fucking the Detective incoherent for it to take. The Bat's eldest sends his lover after him. Wilson is a formidable opponent but sadly, they are unable to finish their duel. As the Detective has come to kill him, himself. The usual response. His lovers are rarely the sort to appreciate being made pregnant. They tend to demand satisfaction and his head on a spine.

As equally usual, he is able to convince the Detective of why he is more useful alive. He has a very persuasive tounge. The Kryptonians sent after him though? Those are a bother. Apparently his grandson sends his regards. Well played.

tim gives into Ra's once and it absolutely messes with his ability to remain impartial and fight ra's because he's just remembering how good ra's made him feel 😩😩😩😩. tim is just human afterall and its not like dick or bruce had any leg to stand on about tim sleeping with the enemy given their own histories.

tim is furious with ra's for being good at sex and making it so he often gets all weak-kneed around him now and he HATES his pussy for getting so attatched to ra's and just automatically getting wet at the sight or sound of him.

it's so obvious what ra's wants when fucking him (aside from just fucking tim) and tim falls for it every single time thinking nothing will happen. but then 5 years after he's started sleeping with ra's, tim messes up with his birthcontrol somehow or maybe all those creampies finally caought up with him because birth control is only SO effective- and tim is pregnant. he's several weeks along and if it had been five years earlier tim would've dealt with it without a shred of remorse.

but...now tim is older and more sentimental and...he's been thinking of leaving the caped business behind for awhile....and being the mother to ra's al ghul's child means tim's baby will have built-in round-the-clock monitoring and babysitting courtesy of the various shadows ra's sends his way to watch over his newest heir. well...if he lives long enough considering the look on his friends and family's faces when he told them he was pregnant and retiring.

[thecursivej]

SOTU - 2024

Well, I'm forcing myself to watch the State of the Union while I grade speeches, so I figured I'd record my reactions and thoughts here.

Do I hope for the words "Immediate Ceasefire"? Absolutely. Will we get them? Looking at the track record, probably not. But I remain optimistic because otherwise I'd be six feet under by now; ANYWHO here is a list of my reactions/thoughts/general feelings of the evening's watch.

I do want to give a point of clarity: I technically am identified as a democrat; truly, I'm a socialist, but seeing as how the U.S. is stuck in this godforsaken two-party-system, that is where I am. Though both sides have me feeling very french-revolutionary-esque.

Of course the first thing I see if MTG rifling through her purse on screen. I quite literally despise her.

AP is discussing Ukraine's need for weapons and funding; I would truly rather us align with Ukraine than Isr@el. I will stand unapologetically firm for Palestine and Ukraine.

Who is actually in the cabinet? I know Blinken, Garland, and Buttiegeg. Damn, wish he was running again. Would rather have him than Biden.

How insane is it that the Sec. of Defense didn't even let the White House know that he had to go in for surgery because of cancer. Like, that's just bonkers to me.

Republicans truly look like fucking robots right now. No warm greetings, no hellos, simple nods.

Republicans out here wasting fucking time with that impeachment of Mayorkas. Like how about we house the homeless populations with the money they wasted on this circus.

Oh funky fresh look at the Ultra-Mormon(TM) Mitt Romney.

MTG with that stupid fucking MAGA hat on is just... disgusting. Like this bitch is crazy.

Okay Joe, speed it up down the fucking aisle please. I got papers to grade.

Lowkey Joe looks like he might have had a five-hour energy drink with that big-ole look in his eyes.

I do appreciate that Joe still smiles and is kind to MTG. She truly doesn't deserve it.

Okay this is getting just a wee bit too monarchy for me.

MTG holds up a button saying "Laken Riley..." (couldn't read the rest). Riley was a 14 year old girl murdered by a man who was an illegal immigrant of venezuela, and instead of handling this situation with grace, empathy, and love; MTG and others seem to be capitalizing on her death to push their anti-immigration rhetoric.

Okay, cool selfie skills Joe, but let's get on with it.

ALSO HOW IS JOE BIDEN GONNA BE SO IN DEPTH WITH TECH AND "Savvy" WITH IT WHEN MOTHERFUCKER WANTS TO BAN TIKTOK!? Hello?!

BERNIE AND RAPHAEL! I feel like I haven't seen these guys in 10 million years.

Oh thank god we're starting.

Aww the little hand shake thingy he does with Kamala makes my heart happy.

Did Joe just yell "tony"?!

Wow, even got some republicans clapping for him (probs not a good thing but here we are)

Okay, good bit of humor at the top; and a throwback to the 40s. Funky fresh.

Yeah we ain't living in ordinary times for damn sure.

Interesting point of democracy being attacked here in the U.S. AND Internationally. (Mentions Ukraine and Putin; no word on Gaza yet).

Someone busted out a Ukrainian flag and shook it; rock on.

OH SHIT HE GOT MIKE JOHNSON TO CLAP!

Appreciate the insistance that the U.S. won't send troops to UKR.

Good use of Reagan to connect with the Repubs; and compare to the predecessor (aka Tr*mp).

Mike Johnson nodding instead of clapping about the predecessor comment, trying to save his ass in Orange Man's eyes.

Welcome to NATO, Sweden!

If there is one thing that should connect Democrats and Republicans; it's hatred for Putin. Yet there's a mix of Repubs standing in agreement and sitting to back up the predecessor's comment on Putin doing "whatever the hell he wants"

Talking about Jan 6. What breaks my heart? My parents still believe it wasn't an insurrection. Yikes on Bikes for me.

The line "You can't love your country only when you win" hits hard and even got Mike Johnson to applaud in agreement.

Foreign AND Domestic. Need a hefty focus on that with the right-wing republican group (@ MTG, Gaetz, Cruz, etc.)

Discussing IVF in Alabama; good connection to the overturning of Rowe v. Wade. It sucks that Republicans HAVE THE POWER to protect IVF nationally but shot the damn bill down not even a week ago.

ABORTION IS A HUMAN RIGHT. BODILY AUTONOMY IS A HUMAN. FUCKING. RIGHT. (@ The Missouri Senators who support taking away bodily autonomy).

WOMEN AREN'T WITHOUT ELECTORAL AND POLITICAL POWER; WE ABOUT TO TURN UP IN FORCE MOTHERFUCKERS!!! Bring back the strats from the 1900s; time to use our power and go bonkers.

Someone get Joe a glass of water please. Motherfucker looks a bit parched and keeps coughing. I get that when my throat goes dryyy

Can Biden not restore RvW? Can he not by an executive order make RvW the law of the land already?

Revisiting COVID's start from 2020 (Next week is the four year anniversary since the global pandemic).

PFFT idk who just yelled "LIES" but that was comical AF.

Well, the pandemic still controls a big part of our lives... so...don't agree with that shit.

Man, everyone sitting-and-standing must be getting a HELLA calf work out.

Sure, unemployment is down and new jobs are built; but corporate greed is quite literally killing us. Can Congress or Biden do something, damn it?!

Are we beginning to feel it, though? Are we feeling good economics? I doubt we are.

Good job pointing out how both parties have failed to buy american products, but how this admin has established that.

There's a good two rows of Republicans who stand in applause; but the rest just... sit there. Like robots. It's freaky as fuck.

Joe is actually doing pretty great with the flow of this speech. Only a couple of stumbles, but overall pretty gucci. (He'd get a 9/10 on delivery in my public speaking class).

God these fuckers are really gonna make me run for office at this damn point.

Removing poisonous lead pipes... but there's still a water crisis in Flint, Biden. Like, what the fuckeroni do you mean?

Yes, let's invest in family farms; lets stop selling our farmland (especially in Missouri) to foreign countries (@ China buying up TONS of Missouri Farmland).

I love that the UAW president is here, because he straight up is my kind of people. Dude wears eat-the-rich shirts and calls out the unethical-ness of billionaires.

UAW President pointing to Biden saying "It's you!"; nah dawg, it's you Sean.

MIDDLE CLASS DID BUILD THE COUNTRY AND UNIONS BUILT THE MIDDLE CLASS MOTHER FUCKERS!!!

Yes we get back up but right now...we might be getting more french revolutionary-esque if y'all don't stop PLAYING WITH OUR LIVES.

Oh jesus not the 4-more-years chants.

Oh now we talking about the future

YES PLEASE END TRICKLE DOWN ECONOMIES.

Says he's not anti-corp; but points out how trickle down economics has only helped the wealthy.

Yeah, how the fuck does it hurt the wealthy to pay just a weeee bit more in taxes? Like dawg, what are you gonna do with another million? What's the point?

Ooooh is Biden about to rope the repubs into some bipartisan shit? Please do.

What is Republicans huge issue with capping insulin? Truly? Who does it harm? Billionaires still get billions.

[witchhazelevesque]

Made up fic title : to Storm or fire

Oooh, hitting hard right out the gate, I love it, thank you for sending this!

So, I'm gonna take a different route than I normally would here

You know junk mail like flyers and sales ads that never get the names right or just say 'to whoever lives here lol yeet'?

So, valgrace future fic, they are Retired (tm), established relationship, they live together, it's all good. They get stuff in the mail like this all the time though, which is so funny to them because Jason like, doesn't exist on paper and Leo only exists on about half the paper. They get a kick out of all the random stuff that ends up in their mailbox.

Lots of banter and giggles, play fighting over who gets what and who things were actually addressed to, a warm and comfortable atmosphere. Maybe a 5+1 format, they get stuff like coupons to the new restaurant opening up down the block and bicker about who gets the free drink with a purchase of an entree, limit one per table, they mark up the sales flyer for their grocery store instead of making an actual shopping list, etc.

Basically, they just make everything fun because they can and they're making up for lost time.

Bonus, Jason gets all soft and melty whenever he receives something referring to him as "Jason Valdez", because he likes the sound of that and knows how much Leo's mother's name means to Leo.

Alternatively:

Canon divergence where both Leo and Jason have died and while on a quest, Piper ends up in a situation where she gets the chance to talk to one of them, but only one.

Overall, it's okay because she knows that whoever she picks will pass on the message to the other, but it's so bittersweet. (She picks Leo, because she didn't do that enough when he was alive.)

[notjusthespongenextdoor]

Honestly a lot of Internet Social Justice Culture TM i see around relies on the idea of being The Perfect Person as well and doesn't allow any room at all for just like. Feeling normal human emotions about things. Not only is it important to do the right action, you have to feel the right feelings as well, and that is just....so horrifically unhealthy and ineffective on all levels.

The thing that made me think about this most clearly was seeing a tweet something to the extent of "what the fuck, don't mourn your children if they end up trans, what is wrong with you, they're not fucking dead" which i think just. completely misunderstands the process of 'mourning' your ideas about your child.

Like, don't get me wrong, yes, some people are shitty about this, some people are shitty about everything. But, though I'm not a parent, I strongly suspect that every good parent ends up 'mourning' the idea of their child in one way or another. If they aren't, I would be worried they are instead continuing to force their ideals onto their child and not letting them grow into a different person from themselves.

Mourning your ideas about your child is not about being sad about who your child is. It's about accepting that you had a lot of different ideas about how parenthood was going to be, and who that child was going to be, and seeing that it's different than what you expected. And there are so many strong emotions associated with parenthood! It's completely normal that the process of seeing that things are going to be different gives you strong emotions, as well. But, and this is crucial--just because someone is mourning an idea does not mean that they're forcing this sadness onto their child and making them feel 'less than' for not living up to that idea. That is the point--you mourn so you can let go, and live in the moment, and love your child for who they are.

I think, even, if the child is old enough to understand the complex feelings (I'm not sure what age this would be, but I think earlier than most would assume), there is a very loving and warm way to share this with them, if they seem to notice it. If they ask, in some way, hey, are you upset I turned out this way? You can say something about, you know, you didn't turn out the way i thought you would, and it is taking me some time to accept that. But what's most important to me is that you live who you really are and I'm so much happier that you felt comfortable sharing that with me.

That's what mourning means. It's the process of moving on.

Like, on a less poignant note than parenthood, and thus I think easier for a lot of people to just yell 'move on! it doesn't matter!'; it's perfectly okay to be really sad about what happened with harry potter, and mourn the thing that series used to be in your life. It was a huge part of a lot of people's childhoods, and even adulthoods! And it's not any more childish than any other fandom. It's probably something a lot of people shared with their parents--and even then their kids! And to come to the realization of what that series means and the ideas behind it...it's fucking hard, and people are allowed to be sad about it, and it's not less "righteous" to be sad about it. There is nothing more Just about being unaffected and acting like you can just discard it without a thought.

It's okay, it's human, to be sad about having to give up something that's important to you, no matter how small that thing is. It's okay to be sad when the context changes. And I think everyone deciding that being angry is the only option, that completely discarding and ignoring all associated Positive feelings is the only Right thing to do, is just being needlessly cruel and ignoring what it is to be a human being. And, more practically, making it a lot harder for people to agree with what you're saying and be on your side! If you only give people the option of ignoring all of their emotions, which is impossible! or being the Bad Guy, then, well...a lot of people will take the option that is not impossible. It's not just cruel...it's completely ineffective to the goals of social change and organizing. Unless, of course, your goal is to be cruel. In which case, at least recognize what you're doing.

[indigos-shits-and-giggles]

uhh. Pete and 27 for the ask game—

POV: Your little sibling is coming out to you as transmasc after your parents didn't take it too well.

Song: Change Your Mind (Full Version)

Also I wrote a little ficlet thing because I got hit with Inspiration (TM)

He stood there, arms crossed over his chest and what he hoped was a defiant look on his face. Too anxious to meet his older brother’s eyes, he stammered, “I just… I was wondering if, uh… I-I…”

This was going horribly, he couldn't keep his voice steady, he could feel the start of tears forming at the corners of his eyes, he wanted so badly to sink into the ground and escape this whole conversation, but he knew he couldn't keep stalling forever. He’d told Ted they needed to have an important conversation, and he knew his brother was getting more confused the more he avoided the topic. As he wiped his sweaty palms on his hoodie sleeves, he took a deep breath and decided to try again.

“I think- no, I… I am a boy. And I’m, uh. I want to be called Peter. Or just Pete’s fine, I-I guess, I don't know. I’m.. I’m tr-trans.” Just getting those few sentences out gave Pete a slight sense of relief, finally having gotten that over with. Unfortunately, the dread returned with a vengeance as he remembered how well this exact conversation he had with his parents went.

They didn't believe him, they didn't listen to his repeated pleas for them to use his correct name and pronouns, they couldn't care less what silly little ideas their little girl had about who she was. To them, he was too young to know who he was, and his insistence on using his preferred name was an insult to them personally. Wasn’t the one they'd given him enough? Wasn't ANYTHING they'd given him enough?!

And now, as he stood in front of his big brother, Pete felt a sickening terror that Ted might feel the same way, that he wouldn't consider Pete to be his little brother no matter how much he pleaded, that he too would brush it off as just some phase. Before Ted could even respond, Pete blurted out defensively, “A-and I don’t need your respect, I don’t care if you.. you think I'm just being silly, I respect myself an-and that’s.. that's all that matters to me.”

Hot tears streamed down his cheeks as continued, “I don't need you to l-love me, either, I..I love myself, an’ th..that’s, uh, that's all I need, really.”

He choked back a sob, eyes fixated at the ground as he couldn't bring himself to meet his brother’s gaze. Taking a final deep breath, he finished, “I just… I want you to- to know you could know me for… for who I re-really am, if you j-just–”

Suddenly, Ted pulled Pete into a warm embrace, interrupting his stammering. Immediately, Pete broke down into a sobbing mess, the stress that had been building up too much for him to bear. Awkwardly patting Pete on the back a couple times, Ted said, “It’s, uh, okay, Pete, it’s okay…”

Reblogs > Likes! I worked really hard on this.

[psalmsofpsychosis]

It's the most random day in known human calenders to remember this on, but back in my university years there was this girl– we were the opposite ends of most conventional societal spectrums you could think of. She was the manifestation of every physical genetic lottery win basically, like, every single thing people pay thousands of dollars to get with fillers right now, she naturally had it, super gorgeous little thing. She was in the "hot party girls" squad of our faculty, surrounded by other trendy hot girls all the time, she always dressed in very luxurious ways, makeup on point etc etc. Meanwhile i was in my own corner showing up with care bear sleep pajamas with a puffer jacket thrown on top and a combination of sunglasses+thick scarf that basically covered everything that the sunglasses weren't already covering (this is not a joke, i have pictures.), and like, i was the designated Unbearable Intellectual TM, getting into fights with professors the few times a month that i could be assed to show up.

And the thing is, this hot girl had a strange bit going on where she'd literally get into a car accident every other month and spend at least a week of it in hospital, the rest of it sort of limping around from class to class. Nobody knew what was up exactly, and the first few times people would get shocked and stay around to ask about her day and sign her foot cast, but then it just sort of became the routine and nobody cared.

Except me. We really didn't have much to talk about and she was surrounded with her hot friends all the time anyway, but i would still sometime catch her around the corner and i'd wish her speedy recovery and ask about her day, it was nothing special.

And then sometimes she'd bring her lunch to eat with me and we'd talk about class assignments, she was the only person who'd bring her art projects to me and ask for color coordination and technique advice, and i'd offer whatever i knew. And over time i found out that sometimes talking to her was so much easier than talking to my own friends. She was warm and kind and so very, very simple and sincere. I was always in the top 3 of my class and she'd be along the bottom, trying very hard, and she wasn't a jealous person at all, so she'd freely tell me that she thinks that i'm intelligent and mature, and i'd tell her that i think she's gorgeous and sweet and dear even though she nags a lot, and we'd both laugh about it. We later found out that she actually lives like, two blocks away from me and there was a 1 hour ride to our university, so she offered to pick me up at 6am on class days and drive us both to uni, and yes it was very brave of me to get in the car with a girl who got into accidents every 4 business days, but i did it anyway ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and we'd talk about stuff on our way, she was a good listener, and she was open and honest, so in the span of two weeks she knew more about my fuckhead father than i did and i knew about her sneaking around the block to avoid her insane abusive boyfriend for 3 peaceful hours. we went shopping together a few times too, and we'd practice color harmony and makeup brands and we'd pick lipstick colors that i thought would look good on her (i did a year of makeup school a long time ago).

I think that to everyone around us we were a super weird combination, i was confident and argumentative and she was an armcandy girl who didn't really need to develop a personality, except that none of it was true, because i was the girl who'd get her crutches from the corner of the class and accompany her out in the after-class rush, and she was the girl who was not intimidated by me being smart and saw it as a beautiful thing. Her friends did not like me, to them i was irrelevant because i wasn't hot, (and i ended up ripping a whole new asshole for one of them in my last year of uni too,) but she drove me to and from university for two years, never missing a day, and she gave me random hugs during the day too. She also told me one time that she's jealous of my cheekbones because hers are flat and i solid chocked on my cheap uni coffee because afljfdtdg girl you literally are that one time god felt proud when he scuplted a human body

We grew apart after i got out of uni, but i hope she's alright and well and healthy wherever she is 🥺❤️❤️ babygirl if you read this i hope you killed your boyfriend at last and got that faux fur coat you always wanted but couldn't match up with any of your other outfits!

[uboat53]

Well, I've been talking a lot about how Biden's issues are a media-generated feeding frenzy based on one bad debate and a years-long campaign of right-wing media misinformation and I hold to that, but it doesn't seem to be going away and even capable players like Pelosi and Obama seem to be moving on it, so it may just be a matter of time now. Given that, let's game out what happens next, shall we? We can call this a SHORT RANT (TM).

THE WILDEST STUFF

First of all, it's pretty clear that, if Biden withdraws, Harris takes the nomination. Yes, I know, some people have been floating Buttigieg, Newsome, or Whitmer, among others, but there's no way to bloodlessly bypass the first black, female Vice-President. I mean, I'm sure there's some wild, far out way that it could happen, but the odds of it happening in a way that doesn't fatally wound the nominee with two of Democrat's key voting blocs are so infinitesimal that I don't feel I need to consider it. For that reason, we're going to look specifically at Harris.

HARRIS AS A CANDIDATE

Now, Obama and Pelosi aren't stupid people, they're savvy politicians. I haven't seen Harris really campaign since the 2020 election, but she's been out there (media coverage has been poor in that regard) so I'm sure people in the know have seen her. She was a little rough in '20, but she's had four years since then and, from the little I've seen, she's improved a bit. There's no way to know for sure, though, until we see her on the stump. Is she a star campaigner, a disaster, or just "meh"? The answer will determine a lot about how it turns out.

As far as fundraising and campaign infrastructure, she's already on the ticket, so it shouldn't be too hard to transfer things over to her. There's likely to be some friction as her circle of advisors take the main roles and Biden's circle step back a bit, but hopefully there's enough overlap and trust between the teams that things can go smoothly. Again, hopefully this is being taken into consideration because if it doesn't go smoothly there's almost no time to fix any issues.

Her first big decision is going to be to choose a Vice-President. Given that she's a black woman, a white man is probably going to be the best choice. There's a lot of Americans who like to pretend that they're not racist but actually are and they will still need placating. As far as Democrats who meet that description go, there's no shortage, particularly if she wants to choose an older white man to balance out any perceived youth and inexperience. There's also Buttigieg (a young, white man from the Midwest) if she wants to really load the ticket with young star power and make a stark contrast with Trump's age. Whatever way she chooses, this will be the first major decision she makes and will likely define the rest of her campaign.

THE ELECTION

And, of course, we can't forget the big picture; what does this mean for the election? In the short run, probably not much. All the data seems to show Harris polling at about the same level Biden was, meaning that this race is likely still a dead heat. However, Harris has a few things that Biden didn't. First off, she's not as widely known as he is. She has almost exactly the same approval rating Biden did, but her disapproval rating is 6% lower. That's 11% of the population that hasn't made up their mind about her yet as opposed to 5% for Biden. If some of those voters warm to her, she'll be in a strong position. If they don't, then she's in trouble.

Secondly, she's 24 years younger than him and 21 years younger than Trump. Age has been a massive issue in this election with the oldest candidates in history. If Biden withdraws and Harris takes over, the age issue shifts from being a Democratic problem to being a Republican problem. Probably. Maybe. Look, it doesn't definitely become a Republican problem, but she certainly has an opportunity to make it one given that she's not even to retirement age yet while Trump is well past the expected life expectancy for a white man born in 1946 (66.5 at birth, 77.8 at age 65). Can she do it? We'll see.

That said, she also has two huge disadvantages that Biden does not have: she's black and a woman. For all the claims by conservatives that racism and sexism aren't problems anymore, the data is absurdly clear that black and female candidates pay a pretty big penalty. The most important penalty is in how they're perceived; what would be seen as confident in a white man gets perceived as bossy, bitchy, or even flat-out threatening when a black person or a woman does it. Like any black woman she's spent her whole life navigating that and I'm sure she's capable on that front; still, it's the kind of thing that bites you when you least expect it.

SOME POSSIBLE TRACKS

Thirdly, let's talk about opportunity. Biden's been great as far as governing, but his messaging… yeah, it could have used some work. Most people have no idea about all of the things his administration has done and most people have no idea about the policies that Trump is proposing. Harris would have a big opportunity to trumpet all the things that have been accomplished in the last 3.5 years and to start turning the spotlight onto some of the very unpopular things that Trump is proposing to do. She can also put some heat on his lack of transparency. I know it feels like he's very transparent because he just rambles off whatever thought is on his brain, but we still haven't seen his medical records, his grades from school, and, nine years after he started running for office, we still have no idea what his business record actually looks like. If she can manage all of that, she can make a pretty strong case for herself. If she can't… well, Trump has proven pretty good at defining his opponents for them if they can't do it themselves.

THE "NOW" FACTOR

Finally, let's talk about timing. We're now less than 4 months out from the general election which is an eternity in some ways but also not a lot of time in others. It's a huge amount of time in terms of unexpected things that can happen and upend the race, especially a close one as this appears to be, but it's also an absurdly small amount of time in terms of fixing any issues with fundraising and campaign infrastructure. Also, in Harris' favor, it's a very small amount of time for right-wing media to to perform their favored tactic of repeating a damaging story ad infinitum until it solidifies in the public consciousness.

Right-wing media spent 30 years portraying Hillary Clinton as cold-blooded and corrupt (Was she? Based on the evidence, no more so than the average politician) and 6 years portraying Joe Biden as a doddering old dementia patient (Is he? I've been over this one quite a bit, so I'll just let that stand), but the only real attack line they've previewed on Harris is that they think her first name sounds funny.

These kinds of attacks work best over time, repeated week after week, month after month, and year after year. Humans are programmed to give more weight to information we hear over and over again and right-wing media makes use of that particular bug in our software all the time. 4 months, however, isn't a lot of time to solidify a narrative, especially when they still have yet to settle on what narrative they're going to use. Of course, as I mentioned, Americans are also pre-disposed to think negatively of African-Americans and women, so it's also possible that a racial or sexist dog-whistle might be all they need. Honestly, it could go either way.

ONE LAST THING…

As a last aside, I'm sure at least some Democrats are thinking about what to do if it becomes clear that even ditching Biden isn't enough to ensure Trump's defeat. I'd imagine, in that case, they'll shift message to promote the idea of electing Democrats to congress to act as a check. I haven't looked into how many seats are actually in play or what the polling suggests about that, so I have no idea if that would be successful or not, but it's probably the best option in that case.

CONCLUSION

All in all, switching Biden for Harris is a mixed bag from my point of view. There's certainly more room for her to improve on his position, but there's also a ton of room for things to go downhill. The optimist in me likes to think that things would go in the positive direction, but the cynic in me knows that the negative issues aren't always that easy to overcome.

In all likelihood, there will be a bit of both. Whether the good will outweigh the bad… well, Biden hasn't actually withdrawn, so we'll have to see. Switching candidates is a big gamble, I just hope it pays off if we do it.

[tobiasdrake]

Orange League, Episode 25 - Charizard! I Choose You!!

Ash meets Hide/Tad, a fellow Gym challenger who also recently took on Yuzu/Trovita Gym. Hide challenges Ash to prove his mettle with a 2v2 battle.

Round 1: Pikachu vs. Poliwrath

An interesting choice. Poliwrath is a well-rounded Pokemon most notable for their unusual Water/Fighting Typing. Tad indicated that Poliwrath would specifically be a counter for an Electric Pokemon; Bold claim to make for a Water Type.

But not unthinkable. Poliwrath has some options here. They have Amnesia and Earthquake in their TM learnset, both of which would be terrible for Pikachu. But they could also sink Pikachu with their natural Hypnosis.

Battle begins and, yep, his plan is Hypnosis. Poliwrath puts Pikachu to Sleep and then Water Guns them into the KO. Odd; The anime usually counts being put to Sleep as an automatic KO.

Hide makes the point that you can't win on Type Chart matchups alone. The Type Chart is only one component of serious professional play.

So Ash decides to make a terrible mistake and do the same thing as Hide: Selecting a Disadvantaged Pokemon out of spite. He chooses Charizard.

Round 2: Charizard vs. Poliwrath

If they were obeying orders, Charizard wouldn't be too bad a selection for this "reverse Type Chart out of spite" thing. Their 84 Attack rivals their 85 Special, allowing to go either way. And they've got some strong Normal and Fighting moves to mix things up with.

Unfortunately, Ash's Charizard still won't obey, and instead wildly selects Flamethrower over and over again. Poliwrath easily tanks these hits.

For good measure, Hide finishes with Ice Beam. Charizard's Flying subtype offsets what would be their Fire resistance to Ice. Worse, Ice Beam's secondary RNG triggers and inflicts Frozen. Charizard's out of the match.

Hide Wins!

Ash spends the rest of this episode thawing Charizard out and keeping them warm, despite Pikachu being no worse for wear immediately. I guess Ash packed plenty of Potions but didn't bother to bring Ice Heal. To be fair, Frozen is easily the rarest of all status ailments. He might not have known it was a thing until just this moment.

Ash's compassion and genuine effort to connect with Charizard as a partner finally get through and softens their heart. Charizard accepts Ash, fights off Rocket shenanigans, and even listens to his instructions. At long last, Charizard and Ash are partners again.

Charizard also learns Dragon Rage in the process. Which, in the category of ways to overcome Type Disadvantage, ignoring Typing and dealing Set Damage is certainly one for the list.

In fact, Hide's so impressed that, in a show of fantastic sportsmanship, he offers Ash a 1v1 rematch: Charizard vs. Poliwrath, for real this time. This is a super generous offer, given that he scooped the last match so hard he never even got to use his second Pokemon.

Bonus Round: Charizard vs. Poliwrath, Again

This time, Charizard actually listens to Ash. And Ash actually seems to know what he's doing. Taking advantage of Charizard's decent Attack, Ash jackhammers Poliwrath with Physical moves: Particularly Fly and Take Down, while also hitting Poliwrath with some Set Damage via Seismic Toss.

Though for his part, Hide barely does anything. This is more of a victory lap than a battle. He does call for a Counter much too late, when Poliwrath's taken so much damage that the next hit KOs anyways.

Kinda feels like Hide let Ash win. But no matter. Point is, Charizard has finally rejoined the team for real.

[iceclew]

OK so - this was such a delight people. <3

I had this on my "to-be-read-and-I'm-very-much-looking-forward-to-it"-stack and I was glad to not forget about it! There's not much fanfiction for KN8 rn (at least not much I know about), so i looked forward to it and like a quarter in the fic I started taking notes on what to comment because OMG THERE'S SO MUCH ABOUT THIS I HAVE TO SAY!! so...*adjusts non existing glasses* shall we proceed then?

First and f*kcking foremost. "a LITTLE KAFHOSHI" ?? DUDE. I EXPECTED LIKE *HINTS*. TINY HIDDEN HINTS AND YOU GIVE ME THIS BEAUTIFUL WORDS OF YOURS?!?! How do I deserve, I asked you gifting me this much of my OTP!?!! T_T yess. just yess ok? I'll take them as a canon ship in your FFs ANYTIME like that!!

*clears throat* ANYWAY. Kafka being undoubtly a fkcing menace to this world of his but like - in the MOST adorable way possible. I so much live for this chaotic dipshit. Now add a neck breaking pink-haired-but-no-brains dipship and you got dipshit duo promising to make the night a blast! o_o/

Also only Kafka: now that I'm finally a troop member, who needs them anyway, let's eat up that squid-shit-kaiju, i just casually strung down just because I CAN. Real dad-move there - providing for the family-might I say everyone. AND HE WASN'T EVEN FULL ON DRUNK AT THIS POINT, THIS IS HILARIOUS!! And despite all of that, PLUS kinky Kafka PLUS Kafka the broken mess as he is PLUS Kafka the bis bear friend with the warm grin - it all gives me the feels, I'm head over heels for him thank you. sdasahfdkfhdjsklf he bought Iharu stuff for his bf, guys. That's how parenting's done right. (i'd love to see Kafka havin a supportive dad-pep-talk with Reno after that honestly :D)

Also FLUFF Iharu has now won a special place in my heart, thank you. He's like a tiny bebe kitteh ready to scratch if you don't give attention, Reno you better be taking ur kitteh with u next time u go kill kaiju, I say! c:

ALSO - food driven Aoi is my spirit animal from now on . <3 Also I'd like this do be headcanon, that the four of them are now spiritually connected by cowboy hats. Might I add being FAB in them!! *~+*~*

At the point of grabbing Aois ass I broke character entierly and simply laughed through the rest of the show <3 My neighbours probably think I'm the weird lady of the block now - thank you, worth it :D Grinned way too hard and maliciously at this point.

And then you treat me AGAIN, friend! Deadass pissed Hoshina is all I literally needed. ALL I SAY!! I was so looking forward to their return, the second Kafka swooped out of the office. Fully aware hell's gonna rise the second he returns. Was not dissapointed. Not one bit :D Also another way too loud crack up from me about the "NO OFFICE SEX FOR YOU SIR!!!" like ldkjgjfdogjilIsadsdasd I love my blorbo-basically-already-married-hot-dads having a fight over how to care fore the bebes. <3 all the feels for that idea honestly.

I also had an idea for a comic where Narumi taking the number-user out for a drunk night after a training session, getting Kikoru and Reno shit ass drunk and posting about it on social media, only to get the chaos-duo(TM) Iharu and Kafka, but also Mr. Where-are-my-kids VCpt. Hoshina to crash the party and pick them up (and beat the shit out of Narumi, only to end up at a McDonalds parking lot doing stupid drunk gang squad stuff) but I'm not one for a writer myself, (also english is not my first language, if thats not obvious) so there's that idea of mine spilled out very poorly onto the world, ur welcome xD

ANYWAY - this was such a delight to read - it was fun it was very well written. I AM REPEATING MYSELF, WHO CARES. I loved how you ...describe stuff/surroundings/happenings? XD It didn't get boring and you had a well done red thread around everything. Only thing a bit out of character was Kafkas carelessness for his employment, although that's very clearly just something you need to implement, to get the rest of the plot the way you need it to turn out, so nothing done wrong there as well :)

I AM SO MUCH LOOKING FORWARD TO MORE OF YOUR WORK NOW, THANK YOU FOR THIS ! <3

last but not least - two tiny typos found :3 "F*l*ight Kafka 690" "it was just passed on*e* (no e)"

Iharu's Day Out IS OUT OF DRAFTS!!!

@bluevelvetea BLUUUUUEEEEE!!!! GUESS WHAT!

ITS DONE! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ *passes out* I request a treat for my troubles *whimpers*

@renard-dartigue I know we only interacted, like, twice; maybe that, But it's got a little Kafhoshi in it, soooo.... there's that if you're interested.

and finally @sanjipussyindulgence We have NEVER interacted, but I follow you and I see your reblog tags under practically every Kn8 post so I just thought I'd cut out the middle man and give you the option to read this at your own peril. You do you.

I'm going to put this down for a while, not post or reblog (maybe) and catch up on the story ideas that I have in my back drafts. Fair warning, eventually I might make some Kafhoshi fics in the future... maybe.

I'mma go to sleep now. ┻━┻︵└(´_｀└)

[mariopokemonuniverse]

Princess Peach's Lurantis Info

Basic Information

Gender: Female

Ability: Leaf Guard

Moves Used: Leafage, Razor Leaf, Leech Life, Fury Cutter, Leaf Blade, Solar Blade, Petal Blizzard

(Green indicates a move that is part of the final moveset)

In Mario Meets Pokemon, Lurantis is Princess Peach's partner. She was caught as a Fomantis in Gloomy Woods during Chapter 5, and evolved into Lurantis in a later chapter.

History

Fomantis was first encountered by Captain Shy Guy and Bowser's other minions as they were passing through Gloomy Woods in search of Pokemon to recruit, and noticed her while she was sleeping on the forest floor. Thinking she must be a very strange vegetable, Captain Shy Guy tried to pull her out of the ground, only for her to become angry about being woken up and use Leafage on the entire army. However, that didn't stop him from being able to throw an actual vegetable at her in retaliation before he blew away, which dealt damage (although it wasn't very effective due to Fomantis being a Grass-type).

Later on, while Mario, Luigi, Peach, and Starlow were searching for berries to feed Wiggler, they also thought Fomantis was a vegetable poking out of the ground. But before they could investigate, Rotom Pokedex stopped them and read Fomantis's entry. Peach decided that the Sickle Grass Pokemon should be left in peace, so she and her companions decided to continue their search for the berries. As they tried to give Fomantis more personal space, a Parasect appeared and used Stun Spore on all of them. This made them all try as hard as they could to hold in their sneezes (Starlow was even covering her mouth with her feet!), but Peach failed and sneezed directly on Fomantis. Infuriated about being disturbed while sleeping once again, she bit Peach's right leg and used Leech Life on her to regain the HP she lost from Captain Shy Guy's attack. The princess fainted quite dramatically, but with encouragement from her Servine while he was in his Poke Ball, she stood back up and readied an empty one to catch Fomantis. The first attempt failed as the Sickle Grass Pokemon came back out of the ball, so Peach fed her a Razz Berry to increase the chance of catching her. She threw another Poke Ball, and was successful this time. After Peach let Fomantis out to start getting to know her, Fomantis was still a bit angry, but quickly showed a change of heart as she warmed up to her new Trainer.

Eventaully, Fomantis evolves into Lurantis, but I am not sure when because the script of the story is nowhere near complete yet. At Neo Bowser's Castle, she is stolen by Bowser along with all 9 of her teammates when he kidnaps Peach and locks her in a cage. All 10 of Peach's Pokemon including Lurantis deal massive damage to Bowser until he runs out of HP, then free Peach and help reunite her with Mario, Luigi, Starlow, and Rotom Pokedex. Lurantis is later used in the mission to defeat Team Rainbow Rocket when they take over the same castle.

Personality

Lurantis is a very calm and quiet Pokemon, and enjoys keeping to herself. In addition to having a strong bond with her Trainer, she seems to be good friends with Peach's Serperior, and Florges; as well as Luigi's Whimsicott, Daisy's Roserade, and especially Daisy's Lilligant. She also appears to be food-motivated and is certainly not a picky eater. Just like Lilligant, she also enjoys dancing.

As a Fomantis, she had no respect for anyone who woke her up from her daytime sleep, even if it was by accident, as shown in the cases of Bowser's minions and Peach.

Fun Facts

Before Pokemon Sun & Moon came out, Lurantis was originally going to be a Leavanny, and either Sylveon or Gardevoir was going to be Peach's signature Pokemon instead.

It is unclear how she learned the move Leech Life, as Fomantis/Lurantis can only learn it by the TM.

[cowsaresushi-coral]

i just assume this is what happens behind the scenes

Edit: Oh, I don’t think I made this clear bc I 100% forgot to draw something in, but the joke wasn’t that modmad drew this bc of the discord debate (which I’ve also found out that this wasn’t the case), and more was “Not only do you suffer for being drawn this way, your suffering shall be presented to the world. As a little cherry on top.” ‘Tis what I get for not double checking jokes with friends XD.

[michinnyun]

could i maybe request wanda comforting the reader after they’ve just had a really bad day and are like crying and stuff? wanda just holds them and tells them everything is gonna be okay and gives forehead kisses because they make everything better!! the reader maybe is struggling with mental health / depression? don’t feel pressured to write this!! i just need comfort lmao.

Okay um. I went way overboard. Are we all depressed rn LMAO. i also like don't think i followed the prompt correctly but IF IT'S BAD JUST LET ME KNOW AND ILL TRY AGAIN

A Hug and a Kiss

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x gn!Reader

Summary: Love is patient, love is kind

Tags: Showers × showering together × milf moments tm × im love her × non sexual showering × Depression × Crying × Fluff × Fluff and Angst × Self-Esteem Issues × Self Confidence Issues × True Love

Words: 1.2k

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Some days are better than others. That’s how it is for everyone, right? So then why is extra damn hard for you sometimes?

That's what you think while you wallow in bed. You had things to do today, errands and chores and such. Self care. Meals to make. None of them got done.

You don't want to call Wanda. She shouldn't see you like this. Strong, beautiful Wanda, who can create new realities with a snap of her fingers. She’d just think you were pathetic.

Tears slip out for what feels like the millionth time at that thought and soak into your pillowcase. You thought you’d run out of those by now.

As if your thoughts had summoned her, there’s a knock on your apartment door as Wanda lets herself in. You bolt up in bed, panicking. She calls your name and you scramble to make yourself look semi-decent.

Your hair is a greasy rat’s nest and you've had the same sweater on for three days. What is she going to think of you now? She’s never seen you during an episode before.

“Are you okay? You weren't answering any of my messages-” she says, walking into your bedroom and taking in the sight of empty water bottles and protein shakes on your nightstand.

Your lower lip wobbles, and you can't meet her eyes. You feel ashamed, caught. She was never supposed to know about this.

You’re positive she's going to leave, disgusted with you, when she coos and descends upon you, taking you in her arms.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she murmurs, kissing your forehead, your cheeks. You start crying in earnest, and she kisses your tears too. “How long has this been going on?”

You sniffle. “A couple of days. I don't know. I kind of lost track of time.”

“Have you eaten anything?” Your eyes dart to the empty bottles on your side table and she nods, understanding.

She kisses your mouth, sweetly, and you fight the urge to push her away. “Haven't- brushed my teeth. Or showered. ‘S gross,” you say, embarrassed. She kisses you again anyway. You wrinkle your nose.

“Let’s take care of that then, hm?”

You nod hesitantly as she leads you into your bathroom, lifting your sweater over your head and taking her own clothes off. She ties her hair into a high bun on her head and turns on the shower as you take off your pajama pants and underwear. Your cheeks burn.

She grabs your toothbrush and puts a dollop of minty paste on it, coaxing you into the warm spray so you can wet your hair and brush your teeth at the same time.

Once that’s done, you leave your toothbrush next to the shampoo bottle as she lathers two pumps of the suds into your hair.

She’s careful to keep it out of your eyes. You didn't realize how much you needed this, how good it feels to get clean again. How good it feels to have some help when you can’t take care of yourself. Plus, a little bit of human touch never hurt anybody.

You sigh involuntarily as Wanda massages into your scalp. She laughs softly. “Feels good?”

You hum, nodding. She rinses the suds out, then starts on the conditioner.

You’re crying again, suddenly. After feeling nothing for so long, the tightness in your chest is unbearable. You want to hold her, thank her, kiss her and praise her until you dissolve into each other and disappear from the face of the Earth. You can’t believe she's doing this for you. It’s so unbelievably kind, especially coming from someone who’s been through so much.

You turn around, wrapping your arms around the soft skin of her middle and kissing her. It’s not with any urgency, you just can't find the right words right now to let her know how you're feeling. How she makes you feel.

Wanda seems to understand. She strokes your cheek, a gesture filled with so much affection that you think you're going to die. She’s going to kill you, and you're going to go happily, because it's her and she's taking care of you.

She pulls away, smiling at you as she takes the shower head and rinses away the rest of the slippery product.

Finally, she soaps you up, bending down to clean your legs and reaching around you to scrub your back. She presses a kiss to your mouth and leads you under the water, finally clean for the first time in days.

You step out onto your bath mat, grabbing your towel and drying yourself methodically while Wanda quickly finishes in the shower.

She comes out in all her naked glory, and you hand her her own towel.

You dry off together, then head into your room to grab fresh pajamas.

Wanda sits on the edge of your bed, her fiery hair slightly frizzed, wearing one of the huge cotton t-shirts that you keep just for her.

She beckons you over with a towel, scooting back so you can sit in the cradle of her thighs, silent as she methodically dries your hair.

You’re deeply refreshed in a way you haven't felt in a while. Her hands have transformed you, made you clean and better and whole. Well, you'll never be whole, but you've been pieced back together, at least temporarily.

She tosses the towel into your overflowing hamper when she's done, pulling you back into bed with her until your head is laying on her chest and your legs are tangled together.

She makes you so warm. You don't want to cry again, so you just turn your face into the crook of her neck. Hiding from the world. She smells so good, like honey and skin and soap.

“Thank you,” you murmur, and she strokes your hair, still a little wet from the shower.

“Of course. I wish you would've called me,” she says quietly.

Don’t cry, don't cry. You sniffle again. God damn it.

“I just- I didn't want you to worry about me,” you say lamely. She holds you closer, pressing a kiss into the crown of your head.

“Silly. I'll always worry about you.” She rubs her hand comfortingly up and down your arm, and God, this is more than you deserve.

“I don't deserve you,” you say, echoing your own thoughts.

She tsks. “Don't say that. I love you. We deserve each other.” Then she hesitates. “I get like that too sometimes, you know.”

You furrow your brows. “You do?”

She shrugs. “Well, yeah. Sometimes it all just gets to be too much, and I just shut down. All the sadness, and the what-if’s. It drains you. Drowns you. There obviously more to it but- yeah, I get it.”

You nod, amazed that you're not alone. That she understands you.

“I love you so much,” you murmur, snuggling into her, sighing gratefully when she holds you a little closer, a little tighter. “You’re wonderful. I can’t believe I met you.”

She laughs, kissing your forehead. “I love you. You’re going to be okay.” She tilts your head up, pressing her lips to yours. “I’m here. I love you.”

“I love you,” you whisper between more kisses. “I love you."

[cardboardsean]

so i was going to write my own sappy post but we've done everything since may together, so this might as well be one of those. just to get the pda done right away: i love you!!!

ANYWAYS i too had a hard year and i was excited when i saw this. i was spending a lot of time on my own in my student flat in a city i didn't know as well as i'd like while also not having time to get to know it because i was swamped with readings and papers at all times.

when daily started coming out it took me a couple weeks to get catch up, but the moment i was, i locked the fuck in. the beauty of liws (and esp vlog i think) format is that it can become a companion, a small burst of joy or interest that promises to return regularly. i remember being in the absolute pits of my dissertation in july and finding it impossible to write, and then you and i had to bang out a thousand words of analysis when we talked about something and post it. and then i'd write my actual diss stuff after warming up with you (and probably the brothers tm).

i loved nmtd when i watched it in (i want to say?) 2015, but seeing it when the characters are younger than me and 2014 has gained some nostalgic power has been charming and lovely in another way entirely. the characters and the story has turned out to have more nuances and room for thought than i remembered (this sounds mean, but i've had so so so much more to say about them than i thought i could or would) , and having time between episodes to really dig into that (while also knowing the end) has been endlessly fun.

back then i never really dipped into much of the fandom/tumblr side of nmtd or lolilo (which is weird bc like. i was here. but. idk), and it's been lovely to finally meet you all. but also like i have to return to bug now! since the moment you messaged and started talking about mcr i had a feeling i could get so much more than i bargained for in this lil fandom experience, and it's possible the power of friendship tm is unrelated entirely to nmtd, but i'll still always be thankful for it.

okay i need to make a sappy nmtdaily post!!!!!! ended up being too sincere for its own good soooo its under the cut

when i first found nmtd i knew i was a couple years too late to the party. there were still wonderful fandom things going in 2016 of course but i would look back at old, mostly inactive blogs and wish i hadn't missed that boat. i wished i could have been part of the joys of the fandom when it was at its peak, not just scrolling through archives. i've also also wanted to be able to watch nmtd in real time. the few liws i did get to see as they were coming out were so magical to me and i wished i had gotten to see my favourite as it was meant to be watched. i've loved this tiny, tight-knit fandom so much anyway over the past eight years and it's always the place i have come back to between other fandom explorations. even if i felt like everyone else already knew other and i didn't have much else to say.

when nmtdaily was announced i was coming out of a terrible anxiety period and really needed something to look forward to. i didn't have particularly high hopes to be honest. i didn't want to get excited for a fandom revival that didn't end up happening. i thought i was probably going to make a few jokey posts and, like i have pretty much annually since 2016, do a solitary rewatch which would be personally meaningful but still separate from a fandom which was sort of hanging on by a thread.

instead, nmtdaily ended up slotting into my life in a way i hadn't predicted. it held my hand, as it has for years, but tighter now, through all the parts of this year that have been stressful and terrifying and fun. i have loved having a new video in my inbox to look forward to so much. i really didn't expect to connect with these characters in a way i never have before. i know them inside out but watching them in real time, with others, has changed them for me and i love them in ways i hadn't found on my own. i didn't except to have so much more to say. i mean what more is there to add about a 10 year old webseries based on a 400 year old play? a lot apparently! (one thing about a series slotting into your life is if you are writing a million gender studies essays at uni, it will be hard to avoid in your non-academic analysis). i really didn't expect to make such a dear, dear friend who it feels like i have known for far longer than six months. i didn't expect to feel like i must have been missing something before we were talking every day (i also didn't expect to have a card jointly written from him and caleb wells on my bedside table right now, thanks ron <3). i didn't expect to make a fanzine. i didn't expect to feel so much more connected to this fandom and to watch it flourish so wonderfully even while it stayed tiny.

maybe too sincere of a post for such a thing, but i feel really grateful for this year and for nmtd being a part of my life and for everyone in this tag being a part of my life. i think fandom can be so so beautiful actually and it has been so much fun i love this webseries!!!!!!!!

[gallusrostromegalus]

TPOFATGIF LORE: What Everyone Looks Like

It Occured to me that

1. I don't actually describe what anyone in the fic looks like because I was sort of assuming everyone had seen/read some of the source material

2. I have a lot of OCs. Who I didn't describe either.

Me Smort.

Anyway, coming out of a verys tressful fortnight (Herschel had pneumonia and had to be on antibiotics/house rest so I pretty much didn't sleep but he is fine now), and like in Drawing, it's important to do warm-up exercises, so:

Yugi Moto:

Near the front of the classroom sat Yugi Moto, who was as close as someone could become to being one of those brightly colored plush animals you win at the carnival while still being human. He was technically five feet tall but at least six inches of that was a red-tinted black and splash of blonde hair whose vertical nature had stumped over a dozen barbers so far. His shoes, untied, dangled a few inches from the floor because the high school desk was sized for someone who had spent their puberty getting tall instead of getting shoved into lockers. Two notebooks open on his desk- one with paltry notes on the Teapot Dome Scandal they were supposed to be studying, the other, much more detailed containing notes about crad draw probablility curves and drawings of wizards. If he was going to study for the test, he'd recall more about the lecture by lookng at the second. The teacher called on him, and he looked up at her with a politely guiless expression that could easily be mistaken for a Customer Service Smile (TM), but something about the sustained eye contact and faint tilt of his head put more observant people in mind of something vaugely... carnivorous.

More Peeps under the Cut:

Joey Wheeler

Imagine if, in the Air Bud movies, the school had insisted that if the dog wanted to be a student athlete, that he be a student as well as an athlete, and attend classes. Imagine a Golden Retriver, seated awkwardly in one of those wretched plastic desk-chair combos, staring at a board of chemical formulas and trying, trying so hard in the desperate and earnest way that all working dogs try, to understand even a bit of what was happening, and you will have something very close to what it was like to sit next to Joey Wheeler. Right down to the blonde hair that got in your jacket and total inability to sit in a chair like a Normal Human. He consistently had one gangly leg thrown over the desk or propped up on his backpack, the other folded in an origami-like position under him. He counteracts his lack of academic comprehension with a soical genius any confidence man would murder to have. His smile is genuine and charming and sweet enough that you'll explain the pH scale slowly and with appropriately small words for him. He has never forgotten a single birthday of anyone he's ever met and is close to exceding the limit of possible contacts in his phone, so should the man ever end up in real trouble he absolutely knows who to call and how to get them to come fix this.

Téa Gardner:

Ballerinas are frequently described as birds in popular culture- graceful swans, delicate hummingbirds, beautiful as doves, and for some reason, docile and submissive, which is weird because all of those birds can and will beat the tar out of things eight and ten times thier size for merely looking at them funny. Téa also, was a ballerina that greatly resemebled a bird, and that bird was a cassowary. She had the magnificent calves and quads of a valkyrie, the eye of the Tiger and the the compettitive instincts of a stallion. All this, dressed in the most pastels-and-pinks-jellyroll-glitterpen-Bows- ribbons-and-ruffles-sixteen-layers-of-Bracelets-and-bangles-unapologetic-teenage-girlhood possible. She'll kick you apart and write about it with a pink glitter pen in her diary.

Tristan Taylor:

If you were to draw a Triange of Modern Former-Boy Adventuers with Fred Jones (earnest hubris and weirdly comprehensive engineering knowledge), Geralt of Rivia (Muscles, love of horses) and Tintin (Inventive hair, willingess to Shoot A Bitch) on each of the points, Tristan Taylor would be at the exact center. In any other show he'd be the protagonist, with his classically handsome good looks and ability to give clear directions in an emergency, but instead he lives in a world dictated by the whims of What's Funny rather than any kind of predictable physics and thus it is his destiny to cling to reality with white knuckles and occasionally hit it with a tire iron until it stops trying to steal people's souls or whatever bullshit is happening this week.

Bakura

Bakura looks like firstly, someone who gets into strange bargains with the fair folk, secondly, that he absolutely did at some point, thirdly, that the rule of the exchange was that he could have whatever it was but he would forever be described by a single adjective, and finally, that he is a little shit bastard and grabbed the word "ambiguity" from the fairy and ran off with it, and whatever the bonus prize was, cackling into the night. Is he a world-weary teenager or a babyfaced young man? Is he a He at all? Showing up to school in the boys uniform was very much a concious choice on his part- nobody would have doubted a thing if he'd shown up in a skirt instead. Is he holding onto that cursed artifact because he can't let anyone else deal with it in good conscience, or has he become friends with the thing inside? Are those fangs? Do you really want to know for sure?

Seto Kaiba

Seto Kaiba is a Theater Kid that was taken from his native habitat and raised in captivity, like how sometimes people think that it's fine to keep a tiger like a housecat. This is terrible for all parties involved- the tiger never gets proper nutirtion or enrichment activities and grows up gangly and full of nerves until it eventually turns on it's keeper and the headlines run on about the totally preventable tragedy, like they had not been featuring the tiger in reality the week before. Seto is all limbs and a glare that belies both contempt and terror, and an ostentatious trenchcoat to provide him cover the cage never did. He's out of the cage now but still all ribs and knobby joints and snarls and stalks where he doesn't knw how to smile or stroll. He'll grow into it, And that's a Threat.

[theidiootti1]

Don’t Leave Me Like This

Chapter: 3

I walked up to him without him really noticing me. I cleared my throath and that's finally when he rised his gaze and looked straight at me with those beautiful brown eyes.

Akward silence fell over us. God it was so embarrasing, he must have forgotten me. This was it I did embarras myself and I wanted to go under the ground and dissapear, until.

"Hey, lass ? What are you doing here ?" He asked with that sweetest accent

My eyes widened for a moment, i felt like i forget why i even was here.

"I..I just moved here", I suttered nervously

"I saw you and I wanted to say Hi..To my brave savior", I joked

He let out a laugh and turned to my way

"Like I said before. I did what anyone could have done for beautiful lass like you.", He said and I can swear i saw how his cheeks turned a bit red after that.

Cause mine surely did. I swallowed the lump in my throath and my mouth felt like it was made of sandpaper. Why was I feeling like this ?

Next frog i let to slip from my mouth got away before I could even react.

"I thought I couldn't thank you enough of the work you did..you really saved my day that day. I wondered if I could buy you a dinner ?" I asked nervously glancing down at my shoes.

He cocked his head to the side amused look on his face. God he must think i'm some kind of mad person. He let out a sigh and then smiled slightly and those dimples on his cheeks made my knees go jelly.

"If you really insist", he said "I can't say no to free dinner" he chuckled

I was shocked he even agreed to my plans. I felt like my chest was filled with big butterflyes, seeking for their escape. I smiled nervously and nodded my head.

"It's a deal then. Tomorrow ? At lunch time if it's okay ?" I asked and he nodded

"Lunch time it is then You can find me from TM Auto", he said with a smile and he was already turning to walk away before it struck me. I didn't even know his name.

I quickly grabbes his wrist and he stopped turning around to look at me. My cheeks felt hot and I definitely looked like an tomatoe. I quickly withdraw my hand and looked back to ground.

"I think I missed your name ?" I asked while playing with my hands

He chuckled and nodded "aye I think i forget to introduce myself. I'm Chibs...but you can call me Filip", Chibs said while stretching his hand towards me

I looked at his big hand and I placed mine into his with bit of hesitation. My hand looked so small in his

"Nice to meet you, Filip", I said testing his name out

"My name is Anna", I said with nod and he smiled back at me

"Nice to meet ya too Anna..see ya tomorrow then ?" He asked and I nodded

That's when he pulled his hand off mine and i felt bit dissapointed. His hand felts so good and warm agaisnt mine. What Am I thinking ?!

I watched him walk away and I was left there to stand by myself. I quickly shaked my head coming out of my clouds remembering where I was. I saw some elderly person staring at me with hard eyes. I swallowed and quickly slipped to next aisle. I couldn't believe I was going to dinner with this man and I couldn't be happier.

*next day*

I drove my car to TM auto motive lot and parked my car opposite of neat line of bikes. I kept my hands on the stearing wheel and I exhaled deep. I felt my hands starting to sweat and my heart starting to beat faster. I checked myself from the mirror cursin how ugly I looked to myself. Finally after sitting there for a while and collecting myself (and various looks from people around the lot), I climbed out of my car and closed the door. I started walking uncertainly towards the garage building hoping to see my saving knight somewhere around there. 

I bet I was looking stupid when I was trying to spot him as one of the guys touched my shoulder and I almost jumped out of my skin as I turned on my heels. The guy was almost bald beside his head tattoos and dumb looking mohawk. Beside that he seemed like a sweet guy

"Im sorry, are you okay miss ?", he apolozised and rised his hands up in surrender

I held my chest with my hand and exhaled "You scared me there, but Im fine", I laughed waving my other hand to him

"Im sorry, everyone always says how I have to stop sneeking on people", he rambled bit shyly "Are you looking for something ," he asked while gesturingntowards the garage building

*more like someone*, I thought to myself "As matter of fact Im looking for one of your man, his name is Chibs", I said and I saw lamp light over the guys head

"So you are the woman Chibby was talking about", he smiled stupidly and I started to wonder what kind of things he would have talked about.

"Yeah..He helped me to change my tire", I said with smile, thinking about the nice memory

"Yeah He told me about it...I think I saw him somewhere there while ago", he said while pointing to the clubhouse building

I moved my gaze to the direction he was pointing at "Oh ok, Thank you...?"

"Juice", he grinned and extended his hand to me,

I took it and shook hands with him "well thank you, Juice. See you", I said as I started to walk towards the shady looking building.

I didn't know what to expect when I first time set my foot into the home of the local outlaws. Maybe I thought I would see half naked woman and illegal stuff everywhere, but instead it was pretty neat and clean. I moved my gaze to the bar and saw few guys sitting there including the man I was looking for.

I walked over to him and I poked his shoulder. He turned around and after seeing me he smiled to me.

"There ya are lass, ready to go for that lunch ?" He asked while getting up from the bar stool

I smiled and nodded my head at him "Im starving", I laughed, god his smile was making me nervous, and his dimples wasn't helping my situation of red face.

"Lead the way darling", he said while showing me to go first with his hand. I walked towards the clubhouse door and towards the parking lot. When he was walking towards his bike and I was silently going to my car he suddenly stopped and looked at me

"Your riding with me", he decided for me and I looked at him dumbly. I couldn't say no to him, I always liked to sit on a motorcycle.

"Oh ok", I laughed and changed my direction and walked to him standing beside the Harley Davidson. He handend me spare helmet and smiled at me

"You have ridden on a bike before ?" He asked me while he put on his own helmet

"Yeah, my dad used to have motorcycle and I liked to sit aboard", I said smiling for the fond memory

He hummed and mounted his bike, He offered his hand for me and I carefully climbed to his back. I circled my arms around his middle and I couldn't help than to enjoy how warm his body was against mine.

He started the bike with rev and rided out of the lot towards the road. There was few curious pair of eyes at the garage looking after us. Including the queen of samcro from her kingdom, the office.

-~-

We rode down the streets towards little diner at the outskirt of charming. It was small but cozy and they served nice and cheap food. I handed my helmet to Chibs who hung it on the mirror while getting up from the bike.

We walked inside and sat down into one of the booths near window. It didn't take long for the waitres to come and take our orders.

As we enjoyed our meals and the company we talked about different things. Even laughed a bit to some stupid things. I was having a great time and I couldn't help how hard I was falling for the man sitting across from me. How easily he carried the conversation. How gentleman he was, polite even. He was amazing. And god help his laugh and that Scottish accent, only great added bonus. He was nothing like people would think about him just by looking at his grumpy look.

When we were finished with our meals I was feeling kinda sad that our together time was nearing to an end. I could listen to his stories about the guys and his life when he worked in british army for 5 months for ever. I was dissapointed that the time flew past so fast.

We left the diner thanking the waitress and we walked back to his bike without speaking. We mounted his bike and we were already on our way back to the clubhouse. I leaned my cheek against his back and I let his warmth embrace me. I was enjoying the moment as long as it lasted as we soon arrived to TM parking lot.

We climbed of the bike and I handed my helmet back to him which he took from me. I was trying to find words how to say How amazing time I had while he was studying the helmet carefully

"Thank you", I said "I had really nice time with you today, really saved my week", I laughed nervously as he lifted his gaze up. Probably as nervous as I was but he wasn't letting it to show as easily as my red cheeks.

He smiled back to me and nodded "Aye..Im glad you enjoyed it..I-I liked it too", he said

I felt my heart beat faster as I nodded "Okay", I just blurted out "Well I think I have to get going and let you back to your work", I said as I started to back away slowly. As I turned around he called my name

I turned around to look at him again as He rised his look nervously "ohmm...We have club party on friday, would you like to come ?" He asked

Chibs guestion got me off guard, did he really want me to come to their club party ? Not like I had anything to do anyways.

"Okay, I try to remember", I told him with smile which he answered with his dimple one. I finally turned around and walked back to my car.

After I sat down onto the drivers seat and closed to door i couldn't help that to giggle like an maniac. I think I was crushing on this scottish outlaw. And I was crushing hard. Rational part of my brain was trying to tell me that this thing wouldn’t ever work, and Samcro was people you didn’t want to get mixed with. They screamed for problems.

At the moment I didn’t listen to that part of my brain as I drove off the lot with the Friday already in my mind.

*Chibs’ Pov*

I couldn’t take my eyes of of Anna and her car as she drove of the TM parking lot. Something about her was making me nervous and all butterflies. Feelings I have tried to avoid for a while after the whole drama with my distant wife.

Still Anna was making me feel all warm and happy, even after second time seeing her in that market. She was easy to be with and the Walls I had used years to build around myself seemed to start giving in around her.

”Who was she ?” Came not so amused voice of Samcro’s queen from behind my back

I almost jumped out of my skin and i turned around ”jesus Gem, I didn’t hear you coming”, I chuckled nervously after being caught from my thoughts

”Yeah You seemed to be deep in your thoughts…So who was she ?” She repeated

”Her name is Anna..I helped her with her tire few days ago..pumped into her at market and she wanted to offer me lunch”, I answered her casually

She gave me that Gemma look with simple nod ”Okay.”, she said without emotion ”Be careful Chibs..now is not the time to your head mixed with some girl”, she said and turned around to return to her office

I was left there to stand looking after her. Gemma wasn’t known for her nice words but clearly she was having a bad day. I sighed as I turned my gaze back towards the gates of the lot. I didn’t want to admit it but I was looking towards the friday night.

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