#but part of the fun is getting there myself

[samnoahalov]

Give me a sec.

No.

My Girlfriend.

Yes.

Yes.

Dating.

Shot like my father.

Dinner (Rice and meat).

No.

Yes.

Years ago

Yes.

Yes, 72 hours actually.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Mix of anxiety, depression, ptsd and sleep deprivation.

I'm celibate.

I have zoophobia. So Yes.

Yes... maybe? Yes.

I what? Not sure what it is hut I'll say "no sure" either way.

Survive.

None. But if I change my mind maybe 2 or 3 (adopted only)

No.

Science.

No.

Chocolat.

No.

Yes.

From happyness? Yes. From sadness? No.

My family.

I don't know, I don't care that much honestly. They are here, we are having fun.

Purple.

Probably. But I manage it well.

Killing somone.

My therapist.

Yes. But there's no third ones.

Forgive.

No.

Six for the CSA. But outside of that... ugh, 12? Yeah around that. I don't like to kiss.

No.

(Did it just skipped the whole 40's? Okay)

Pasta.

Not really, but I like to joke about it.

Writed a part of my book.

No. Never.

Perhaps. But I try not to.

Many. I was the only person who could win my teachers, and not single one in my class was able to stike me down, and I don't even do sports like they did!

I'm aromantic. But I guess it could be true.

I don't know. Don't care much about it.

It doesn't snow where I live. And I hate cold, my bones hurt. So No.

Yes, but I can't.

Not sure, but I would preffer them to not do it. It's weird.

Suffering I supose. It's the only thing in my life.

Not really. I don't dislike my birth name THAT much, tho I preffer to be called by social names or one of my 2 surnames.

My sister? No, not really. But I dislike kisses, so I preffer not to.

Tell my Girlfriend that I have a new boyfriend and now our polycule it's taking shape. Unless he doesn't not agree to it, to whitch I'm sorry but I wont be unhappy for you my guy.

I can even by myself WITH MYSELF. When I learn to do that maybe. But now? No, at least not totally. But he gets me 👍.

My sister.

My cousin.

Nah, but I like to joke about it.

Does a cat count? I would die for a cat. Human? Not really, I can't even kill myself how am I suposed to die for someone else?

(End, and only 60 thingys to respont, :/)

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

ACE CRIES IN HIS DREAM OHHHH THE DEVELOPMENT FOR ACE MY HEART HURTSSSSSS b4 ace would have deflected yuu going oh it was a joke when i said you can message me if you feel lonely and now b7 ace is actually being more honest going dont say that i'll feel bad MS RAVEN IM ALL OVER THE PLACE

AND NOT MOST OF THE BOYS' DREAMS REVOLVING AROUND THEM AND THEIR FAMILY/DORM MATES BUT ACE'S DREAM HERE IS LITERALLY ABOUT YUU??? U TRYNNA TELL ME SOMETHING??? OUGHHH MY HEART IS IN PAINNNNNN AND THE TANGLED EVENT COMING SOON THEYRE OVERFEEDING MEEEEEEE

[Referencing the JP Feb 2025 schedule; you can read my thoughts on book 7 chapter 12 part 2 here!]

I wasn’t expecting Ace to get a unique crying expression but here we are 😂 Pretty proud of myself for calling that Ace’s dream would address these oddly dismissive comments from back in 7-17:

It’s so Ace of him to be blunt when calling others out but also having trouble being honest about his own feelings. Those lines in 7-17 definitely read as deflecting and being in denial to me. That’s just how Ace chooses to cope with his problems.

You can even see this same mentality carrying through into his new crying expression… See? He’s still trying to smile and laugh, even through his tears.

fbskwbuwnsma I find it really funny how people were theorizing that Malleus would OB over the threat of Yuu going home when he ended up OBing over the thought of losing Lilia… Then it turns out that Ace is the one centering Yuu in his foremost desires 😭 I mean, I know Ace made that long trek back to Sage’s Island back in book 4, but so did Deuce and Deuce didn’t dream of Yuu staying—only Ace did. This is most likely the result of Ace not properly processing his feelings in the waking world (because of his deflection and denial), despite deep down valuing his friendships with Yuu, Deuce, etc.

Come to think of it, it makes sense that Ace’s dream ended up taking place during summer vacation on the Stitch island… because Stitch talked about ohana—family, which means no one gets forgotten or left behind. Ace’s dream is to be able to move forward (ie the summer after the end of their first year)… with all of his friends and NRC family. That includes his Heartslabyul classmates (yes, even his tyrannical dorm leader that he always complains about) and his friends at Ramshackle.

I can see why this would feed the brain rot of Ace yumes www It really slots in with the “I-It’s not like I care about you or anything, idiot! (jk I care so much)” kind of trope. And his dream taking place on a remote island screams “stereotypical beach fanservice episode”. Bro just keeps slotting in sk well with all the classics… Wishing all Ace yumes fun with this update ^^

[hencheri]

18+ mdni.

pairing: bully!jake x fem!reader

warnings: noncon, physical violence, degradation, umm jake's a big meanie, implied drugs consumption.

based on this ask <3

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jake is being his usual self as always, having his little fun with you. there’s no enjoyment in this for you, of course, but for him… it’s surely his favourite part of the day. 

cornering you between lockers, making you step back until your back hit the walls. at that point, your breath is caught in your throat, limbs starting to shake at the anticipation of what he’s going to do. 

it’s never gentle, always exhausting, always painful. but he doesn’t care, he likes it. gets off to it. 

he tugs on your arm, swinging your body forward, making you stumble to the ground. you always hiss, sometimes squeak, tears almost immediately appearing in your eyes. he’s mean, ruthless, and he doesn’t want to stop. he never will, you think. 

he watches you struggle for a second, a wicked smile on his face, his cock hardening in his pants. then he reaches down, pulling you up on your feet. 

“come on,” he insists, “don’t stay on the ground like a lazy fuck.” 

jake’s bruising grip on your bicep makes you wince, feeling your bones cracking, your knees aching. it reminds you of when you once fell to the ground in elementary school, landing on your knees and hands, and your skin had been scraped from the concrete. 

today, it’s just as bad, maybe even more painful, especially to your heart. 

you glance at him before averting your gaze, looking away from him. he grins, taking a look at your bare knees, skirt wrinkled and dusty. “those poor little knees,” jake coos, lifting his eyes up to your flaming face. “i’m rough on them, aren’t i?” 

you blink the tears away from your waterline, rolling down your cheeks in small droplets. his hold tightens, his grin fading into a downward smile. “aren’t i?” he repeats, voice stern and impatient. 

you nod your head quickly and he lets out a scoff. you let out a high-pitched gasp when you’re pushed against a locker, your shoulder hitting it first with a loud, resonating thud. 

he follows you, closing the distance in long steps. “well, that’s the fucking point.” he grits his teeth, slipping his fingers through your hair, clenching into a fist and pulling your head back. his breath smells like weed, clothes reeking from it, making you wrinkle your nose. 

“you know what i heard today?” he changes subject, arching a brow. he doesn’t wait for your answer, opening his mouth again. “apparently, people think we’re dating,” he laughs, “i mean, it makes sense, i guess. why else would i isolate myself with you? hm?” jake shrugs, a smile tugging on his lips. 

his free hand goes down to your thigh, pinching the flesh between his thumb and forefinger. “that’s funny, though, that they think i’d fuck you. there’s nothing desirable about you, not even that dirty little cunt of yours—even though i bet it’s fucking tight.”

his hand subtly slips under the hem of your skirt, now pinching the skin there until his short nails sink into it. you moan in pain, flinching away. 

voices in the hallway make jake’s eyes shoot up, eyebrows frowned as he analyses the sounds. he looks back down at you, pushing his tongue against his inner cheek, momentarily thinking. 

for once, you lock eyes with him, silently hoping it’s the time for him to leave you alone for today, but your stomach drops down when jake decides to drag you to the nearest restroom. 

you find yourself in an empty stall, the walls shaking as jake slams his hips into yours, straining your walls wide around his cock. you muffle your own moans as you keep your mouth closed, your eyes glossy and shiny, face sticky and wet by your tears.

your hands tightly hold onto his jacket, an action that first served as an attempt to push him away, but remained as he didn’t budge an inch. the smell of cannabis now feels stronger as his body is so close to yours like it never has been, reminding you of how you just don’t like jake— of how his presence is enough to repulse you.

[goddamnitmahtin]

Damian’s Babysitter

This is a sequel to this post. Since it was actually based on a wild dream I had, I figured I’de add more.

Danny and Wes found the gala boring as all hell. Almost immediately after showing up, they were sent to off to the “kids room.” Were Danny and Wes full on adults? Yes. But apparently rich people don’t want to look at you if you don’t have access to money they can convince you to give them. Which honestly, fair. Danny and Wes didn’t want to look at the rich people either.

Danny and Wes walked into the room filled with discarded children and found a sofa to sit on. It wasn’t like they were going to actually try to mingle with these children. Most of them were very clearly going to be mean. Most of them that weren’t too young to hold a conversation with were standing around on little cliques gossiping to each other about each other. It was like if you took all of the pettiest 5th graders in the entire state and put them into one room.

“I still can’t believe we are doing this,” Danny said, groaning. This entire thing was such bullshit. The entire atmosphere felt so fake.

“Lucky for us, I brought my laptop so we can just game until it’s time to leave,” Wes said, pulling his laptop out of his bag.

“Oohhh so that’s why you brought a purse,” Danny said, poking fun at the style of the bag. It was duty of a cousin to be a menace after all.

“It is not a purse!” Wes said, laughing. He gave Danny a playful shove before opening the computer and pulling up the game library. All of the games on the laptop were single player so they were going to have to take turns. Danny told Wes to go ahead and go first.

“Daniel Fenton,” said a child’s voice. One that he recognized.

Danny looked up from the computer and smiled, “Damian! What are you doing here bud?”

The child scoffed as if Danny were stupid, “I am here with my father. What are you doing here? You aren’t a part of Gotham’s elite.”

Danny had babysat Damian plenty of times in Metropolis when his father had odd work hours. Never once did he even consider that Bruce was from Gotham. Or part of it’s elite. Danny had always gotten paid well and it was a nice gig so he never really asked questions. But now that he thought of it, if Damian lived in Gotham, why did he want a babysitter in Metropolis?

Wes shoved Danny in the rib, “Danny- I think this kid is-”

“I’m here as a favor to a friend,” Danny said, ignoring the dull pain in his ribs, “Sam Manson.”

The child nodded, “Yes, I know Sam. She is not as pathetic as the other elite spawn.”

Danny laughed, “I agree.”

“Wait, how do you two even know each other? And how come he gets to call you Daniel?,” Wes asked. He had paused his game and was looking back and forth between Danny and Damian.

“Oh this is Damian! I babysit him every once in a while,” Danny sad gesturing to the young boy.

“Yes, when my father has work in Metropolis, I request to spend that time with Daniel when I am not needed,” Damian stated matter of factly, he crossed his arms looking proud of himself as he said, “I gained the right to refer to him as Daniel by proving myself in hand to hand combat.”

Wes gave Danny a look and Danny just shrugged, “He wanted to spar, who was I to say no? The kid has moves and I respect that.”

Danny smiled proudly and so did Damian at the acknowledgment of his fighting prowess. Wes just looked at Danny like he was the stupidest person in the world.

Wes’ judgement didn’t last long as a discord call started to ring on his laptop. Danny watched as his face flushed before answering. He was about to ask who it was but before he could, he heard a crash and then Damian’s voice.

“HEY!”

Then another voice unapologetically, “Sorry! Haha!”

Danny looked to see if Damian was alright just to see him holding a platter like a frisbee one one hand and using the other to flip someone across the room the bird, “Fuck you Tim!” (not really)

[blond3ang3l]

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"Keep going bunny. Since your apparently do it so often when I'm not here. Let me see how you really are behind my back." This was so embarrassing to get caught doing. Your boyfriend was gone for almost a week cause of work and you were one to get worked up easily. Unfortunately for you he came home and caught you with your plushie between your thick thighs grinding against it. The soft whimpers and pants that fell from you were too distinct so he knew you were getting close. It was a beautiful sight to him. He wanted to surprise you by coming over and instead he got an even better one.

He wiped the tears that started to drip from your eyes at the overwhelming need to cum, but no matter how much you did it was like you couldn't. Nothing felt as good as him and he knew that.

" Please B, mm help me." You pleaded to the older man. His dark grin only widened as he saw you getting desperate. Usually you'd be so shy, making him turn your plushies away when you did anything, but now you were making a mess all over your favorite one. His large hand grabbed your face with a taunt. His free one went into your drawer that was next to your side of the bed.

The hand on your jaw moved your head up so you were looking directly at him. He took in your dumbed down look. The neediness hiding (just barely) in your glossy eyes. The way your face had a slight tint of red from you being frustrated at not being able to cum. "Can you ask nicely, hm? Ask the right way and I might think about it. You let out a small sob only making him smirk. His grip tightened as his hand moved from your jaw to your chest, lifting up the shirt which just so happened to be his that you wore.

He didn't have to worry about you breaking eye contact with him and moving your head. You knew better. The rough hand grabbed and smacked at your chest making you whine. "C'mon bunny. Why do I have to repeat myself? You want something then what do you do?" He taunted.

Your head was practically spinning at this point. He always dumbed you down whenever he was around. How could you resist? He was everything you wanted in a man. He made all the decisions and did everything for you so it was bound to happen that your brain would turn off around him. "Have to ask nicely." Your answer earned you a smirk from your boyfriend. Anyone else would think that reply would have made him happy, but you knew it egged him on.

"Go ahead. I'm waiting bunny." Your smaller hand moved to his that was still harshly groping your chest. "Please. Daddy I need your help. S' not the same as you. Butcher gave a small hum of acknowledgement before pressing his lips against yours. The gloss you wore getting all over his lips and a bit in his beard. The temporary distraction quickly ended when you felt your vibrator against your most sensitive parts making you throw your head back.

Your legs instinctively closed shut only for him to force them open. " Nuh uh, none of that shit. You're gonna take this punishment or I'm gonna draw it out real long." Your hands grabbed at his arm that he had wrapped around your waist as your hips bucked into the wand repeatedly. Your moans bounced off the wall and filled Butchers ears much to his delight. "H-hah! Fuck, m' so close daddy. Can I cum?"

Butcher gave a chuckle at your begging before turning up the speed. Within seconds you felt your orgasm come over you. Your hips stuttered as the sticky mess between your thighs, on the bed, and on your plushie grew tenfold. Your breaths started to grow shaky and sounded more like whines mixed with pants. He wiped away the last few remaining tears as your legs twitched. "There you go, so good f' me. Lay down okay? Let me clean you up." You have a small nod as he pressed his lips against your cheek. Having a older boyfriend was more fun than people led on..

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[bisnes-socks]

Sensei, your analysis on SFB?? 🎤😄🙏

In short, this is a himbo anthem, but because i can't shut up imma do it for real too 😘💅

What i find super interesting here is the multilayered performance. It's like a self-referential act upon an act that stops being an act.

Because it's like.. he's doing a character, right? The himbo voice and the english language, it's part of a character. And again, you know i've gone on and on about the way he uses his voice, and he does so much here! It's a character we haven't really met before, he hasn't been this much of a ditzy gayboy before. Like hello, "please help me 🥺👉👈" girl okay.

But then there's the line of being a San Francisco boy, which, as i'm sure many of you know by now, has a specific meaning. Urban dictionary says a san fracisco boy is "a sultry man who loves putting on a sexy and slightly queer performance for his fans. he loves attention and thrives off those who cheer for him and worship him."

So that's where we come to the self-referential nature of the act, because it confirms he knows what he's doing. Which in turn intesifies the ditzy gay character, because it confirms that it's supposed to be sexy and queer and it's supposed to grab attention. So it's like he's saying "i love putting on a sexy and queer show, and i love attention, so watch me do it so sexy and so queer right now, watch me, watch me!"

And knowing that both 1) makes the character that much more obvious, that much more intense and that much more enjoyable, and 2) makes the whole song pretty honest and not an act. Because like... he IS a san francisco boy, isn't he. We've seen it this whole time.

All of that makes this a wildly fun song and gives it this air of freedom, you know? It's an act but he's for real, and he enjoys it for real, and the act is him for real because he enjoys it for real. And he's very much not ashamed of it, hence the freedom.

So like....the song is giving "i walked into the recording booth and listed types of boys" but it's also giving "i did that because i love doing that, because i love doing this, because i love this feeling and because it's who i am."

Which makes this song the ultimate feeling myself song, hype song, party song, pride song, queer song, sexy song and therefore a käärijä song.

And! As a final note! The swedish bit is like.. we're setting boundaries, we have self-worth. So this ditzy gayboy isn't going to party with just anyone. He wants to have fun, his legs wanna move, he wants to dance and feel the beat BUT unless you get your shit together, you won't be doing it with him.

You can watch him though, he likes that.

[jonsaslove]

Since leaving Winterfell her life has become a series of befores and afters, of thens and nows. Yet she can’t help feeling like she is staring down the edge of a precipice. She was raised to practice her curtseys and mind her manners, not plot murder and conspiracy.

Still, she plasters another dimpled smile on her face and sips her wine, wondering how anyone in King’s Landing could think she would choose to submit to her fate. She’s a Lady, yes, but she is still a Stark.

She always will be.

--

Or;

In an alternate timeline the Starks are a little older, a little wiser, a little more dangerous. It doesn't save them, it only makes them bare their teeth—as wolves are prone to do.

Well...here's something new! Just a short prelude, I plan on posting the first chapter tomorrow, but I hope you check this out. It's probably going to end up being another behemoth, which means a long haul, but essentially it's an "older stark kids" AU which will be a bit of a canon rewrite where the Starks start out about ten years older than they were in canon (ish lol, as always playing fast and loose with timelines etc).

I've never had a fic with a jumping off point at the very beginning of the story, so I figured it's time. Plus the main idea of this fic was the first idea for a story I ever had way back before I ever wrote any fic at all.

So excited to see where this one goes! :)

[isamerceds]

you get it completely! dora was such a whirlwind—equal parts thrilling and terrifying. stepping into a role that people already had such a strong connection to? yeah, no pressure at all. but you’re right, it shaped everything that came after. it taught me to take risks, trust myself, and just go for it. and now, looking back, it’s wild to think that’s where it all started. it’s like a little time capsule moment—who would’ve thought dora would lead to superman and the last of us? life’s funny that way. yes, pushing yourself with every project—that’s exactly it. growth isn’t just about the next big thing; it’s about what you take from it. i see you doing that, always challenging yourself, and it’s just so inspiring. we’re both just getting started, and i can’t wait to see where it takes us. you’re making me all emotional again! and now you’ve got me nervous—i might have to warm up my vocal cords before you listen. but honestly, music has been such a different kind of creative outlet for me, and i love getting to explore that side too. what if i told you i’m not back at work? i’ve been spending all of my free time with friends and family and it’s been fun. think i’m gonna cry when i go back to work.

That's brilliant! Dora the Explorer enjoyed immense success, and I bet stepping into a role already so intimately known by the public might have been both thrilling and somewhat intimidating for you. But I guess it's always worth it, whatever paved everything else that came afterward. You just took that confidence and ran with it, and lo and behold, here you are, playing parts as diverse as you are now. I mean, Superman and The Last of Us… That's some serious range, if I do say so. Do you ever look back at Dora and think, "Wow, that's where it all started?" That means a lot, babe. I just try to push myself with every project, not just for the audience, but for myself too. I think that's the best way to grow, don't you agree? You were trying to make me tear up all along, so, I had to do the same. That honestly means so much. It's been amazing to watch you build this for you! I've got no doubt there's still so much more ahead for both of us. That was surprising in a good kind of way. I'll have to listen to that voice of yours soon! Are you back at work already?

[marshmallowgoop]

Yoshio Urasawa AMV MEP Sign-Ups!

I'm hosting a weirdly specific Detective Conan MEP (Multi-Editor Project)—one focused on the eleven episodes written by Yoshio Urasawa, set to YUNGBLUD's "weird!"

If you don't recognize the name Yoshio Urasawa, you might recognize another: Smile Village. Urasawa is a Conan screenwriter known for penning the wackiest, most outrageous scripts, like "Intrigue at Smile Village" (Episode 997) and "The Genius Restaurant" (Episode 1,089). This is a MEP to celebrate these oddities, with one part per Urasawa episode!

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Episode 943: "Tokyo Barls Collection" (cabbage core)

Episode 955: "The Secret of the Insect Man" (bug outfits)

Episode 976: "Follow Them! Detective Taxi" (armadillo)

Episode 997: "Intrigue at Smile Village" (does it need explaining)

Episode 1,010: "The Idol Whose Smile Disappeared" (dine and dash)

Episode 1,028: "Ballad of the Woman Who Loved Cake" (drowning in red bean paste)

Episode 1,057: "Bad Guys" (they really want to throw Conan off a roof)

Episode 1,067: "The Shopping Center In Love" (wrestling)

Episode 1,089: "The Genius Restaurant" (candy is for babies)

Episode 1,119: "The Four-Person Class Reunion" (host clubs are serious business)

Episode 1,126: "The Detective Who Lost His Mind" (most normal Urasawa episode)

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[luvvictoria]

First Impressions

+ pairings. simon "ghost" riley x f!reader

+ tags. romance, heavy (?) angst, slow-burn, action-packed military romance with angst and tension

+ summary. A skilled Air Force pilot is assigned to provide air support for a mission alongside Task Force 141, specifically working with the infamous Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley. You immediately feel the tension in the room, as Ghost is cold, distant, and unapproachable. Despite the pilot's efforts to be professional, it’s clear that Ghost doesn’t trust easily, especially not outsiders. The mission itself is simple — clear the skies while the ground team breaches a weapons facility — but the dynamic between you and Ghost is far from smooth. Your mutual dislike is evident.

+ materialist ; next part.

+ a/n. Reblog with your favorite line! It would help me to grow my account !! Thank you in advance. Thank you so much for your support ! It means very much to me! Also if you want to take a little peek at the next chapter here is my ko-fi !!

Task Force 141’s briefing room smelled of burnt coffee and sweat. It was the kind of stale air that clung to your skin and made your throat feel like it was coated in ash. The kind of air you had grown accustomed to on long missions, though nothing about the situation in front of you felt familiar.

You had barely stepped inside when you felt it — eyes boring into you like lasers. You didn’t have to look to know who it was. Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley. The man was infamous, a ghost in every sense of the word, and everyone who worked with him learned one thing fast: don’t try to get close.

Seated in the corner, arms crossed over his chest, he was every bit as unapproachable as they said he’d be. His iconic skull mask was in place, his body language closed off, as if daring anyone to try and get past the cold exterior. The air around him practically screamed I don’t need anyone but myself. It was the kind of attitude you had always hated. People who acted like they were the only ones who mattered. The lone wolf mentality.

You hated guys like that. The ones who acted like they were the only ones capable of doing their job. The ones who prided themselves on keeping everyone at arm’s length, hiding behind walls of silence and intimidation. It wasn’t that you were a stranger to soldiers like him. Hell, you’d worked with your share of them in the past. But Ghost? He was different. He was untouchable.

You squared your shoulders, taking a step forward and offering a firm, steady greeting, “Lieutenant Riley.”

He didn’t stand or offer any sort of acknowledgment beyond the briefest of nods. The words that came out of his mouth were clipped, as if he couldn’t be bothered. “Pilot.”

His voice was rough, like gravel under your boots, and the way he said it made it clear he was already annoyed by your presence.

Yeah. This was going to be fun.

You took a seat at the table, eyeing him for a moment. The silence between you two felt thick and uncomfortable, but you didn’t care. You were here to do your job, and nothing was going to stand in the way of that. Not even the infamous Ghost.

Before either of you could exchange another word, the door to the briefing room swung open with a force that rattled the walls. Captain Price, as always, looked like he had been born in a battlefield. His voice had the weight of a man who had seen it all. He stormed in, boots thudding against the floor, a mission file clutched in his hands. The moment he entered, everyone straightened, their focus snapping to him without question. Price wasn’t someone you ignored.

“Alright, listen up!” He slammed the mission file onto the table with a force that made the papers inside rustle. “We’ve got a mission to execute. A weapons facility deep in hostile territory. The ground team will breach and clear the place; air support will provide the cover we need. That means you, Captain,” he said, nodding at you, his gaze unflinching.

You nodded back, your stomach tightening just a little. Simple enough. The mission was straightforward — clear the skies, keep the enemy away, let the ground team do their thing. You had done it countless times. It wasn’t the mission itself that had your nerves a little on edge. It was the man sitting across from you.

“Any problems?” Price’s eyes scanned the room, taking in each of the team members. His gaze lingered for a moment on you, and then on Ghost. But neither of you said anything.

“No, sir,” you replied, your voice steady, though you couldn’t stop the way your fingers gripped the edge of your seat. You weren’t exactly a stranger to these kinds of situations, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to go terribly wrong.

Price’s gaze slid to Ghost then, who grunted in response but didn’t speak. The tension between the two of them was palpable. It was like they were communicating without saying a word, an unspoken understanding that you weren’t a part of. Ghost didn’t even look up at Price, as if he was too busy running through the mission in his head. You couldn’t help but wonder if he was already preparing for the worst.

“We move out in two hours,” Price continued. “Make sure you’re ready. Ghost, you’re the point man. I’ll leave the rest of the details to you two.” He nodded at both of you before turning on his heel and walking out of the room without another word.

You glanced at Ghost again, but this time, there was something different in his eyes. A flicker of something. It was so brief, you almost convinced yourself you imagined it. But for the first time since you entered the room, you felt like he was acknowledging you in some way. Maybe it was the way his jaw tightened, or how his gaze seemed to linger just a little longer than necessary.

You weren’t sure, but you knew one thing for sure: this wasn’t going to be easy. You were going to have to prove yourself to him. Everyone knew that working with Ghost meant earning his trust, and trust wasn’t something he gave out freely.

The room emptied out soon after Price left, and you found yourself alone with Ghost. The silence stretched between you like a thick rope, taut and ready to snap at any moment.

“Look, I don’t know what you’ve heard about me,” you finally spoke, your voice cutting through the quiet. “But I’m here to do my job. Just like you.” You knew you were walking a fine line. You didn’t want to provoke him, but you needed to make it clear. You weren’t intimidated. Not by him. Not by anyone.

Ghost didn’t respond right away. He kept his eyes forward, scanning the mission files Price had left on the table. His fingers brushed over the edges of the papers, but his mind was somewhere else — lost in his own thoughts. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke.

“Just keep your head in the game. Don’t get in my way,” he muttered, voice low, but there was a certain finality to it. A warning, maybe. Or maybe just his way of setting the boundaries. You weren’t sure.

You couldn’t help but smirk. “Don’t worry, Ghost. I’m used to flying solo too.”

At that, his head snapped toward you, his eyes darkened behind that damn mask. “We’ll see about that.”

And just like that, the challenge was set.

As you walked out of the briefing room, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this mission was going to change everything. You had a hunch that, somehow, you and Ghost were going to collide in ways you hadn’t anticipated. You didn’t know what it was going to look like, but you were certain of one thing — it wouldn’t just be the mission that made this complicated.

It was him.

It was always going to be him.

[curiouspupsicle]

Good Omens Fan Fiction Friday (1/31/25) - Resistance!!

Being a well informed American living under an administration determined to dismantle our democracy (already stressed) and cause as much damage as possible has even my comfort moments turning to resistance. After all, evil people have always existed. And good people have always resisted. So is there anything my Good Omens fixation has to say about resistance? Given Terry Pratchett's moral universe, we could argue that all of Good Omens is steeped in resistance. But I'm going to limit myself to a few specific favorite fics that highlight different forms of resistance.

Let's start with the series that got me thinking in this direction: Demon and Angel Professors (G) by Ghostinthehouse (@ineffableghost). This is 200 ficlets, each exactly 666 words, hanging on a silly premise. Everyone loves literature Professor Fell who goes on regular tangents about his sweet husband Anthony. Everyone fears grumpy botany Professor Crowley who treats his students like he treats his plants. And anytime Crowley goes near Fell, the first-year students go into protective mode. Because surely Crowley must be up to no good and a potential harm to dear Prof Fell and his precious Anthony. But beyond that bit of fun repeated every year with a new group of incoming students are amazing stories of resistance against those who would cause mental harm or physical violence to disabled people, folks with a variety of gender identities and presentations, queer individuals, people dealing with trauma--basically anyone who might be vulnerable in a thoughtless and even wicked society.

Sometimes resistance is persuading someone to do better. Other times it's offering a hint that makes someone think. It may involve a hands-on approach to someone who only knows violence. Or it may be getting someone to a safe place as quickly as possible.

I read it over a weekend. But I think there's a better approach to reading this long series--bookmark it in your phone when you are doing a hurry-up-and-wait activity (jury duty, medical treatments, picking up kids at school, etc.). The short length of each fic makes it easy to pick up and put down. The variety of "ducklings" tales (what the ineffable pair call the students they help) will keep you interested. And the sense of joy and hope will make it a good way to spend time on a challenging day. Resistance fics aren't all human AUs. Check out The Last Angel (E) by @bellisima-writes. For millennia, Crowley has been Hell's Grand Inquisitor. He never served on earth. After Hell won their war against Heaven, they finally track down the last remaining Angel, Aziraphale. Crowley's given the job of torturing him for information. I don't want to give too much away. But Crowley's form of resistance involves being true to himself no matter what Hell demands. And Aziraphale has a more direct form of resistance planned. It's an exciting read as well as thought-provoking.

@snae-b writes the kind of fics you don't want to start reading before bed--at least not if you plan on getting up early the next day. Echo (E) is no exception. Each day, barista Aziraphale wakes up and goes into work. He serves a chauffeur, Crowley, who seems strangely familiar. Asking questions like "what makes one human" and "how do you fight against an evil activity that no one knows about," Echo is also just a plain old compelling story. And a resistance tale that, despite its futuristic setting, would not feel out of place beside a tale of the French underground resisting Nazis.

Mutual Aid (T) by malicegeres predates the Good Omens tv show. So presumably that makes it part of the Book!Omens universe. In it, radical bookseller Ezra Fell ends up hiding anarchist Crowley from the police after he's injured by skinheads. As the title indicates, they find a common cause and start working together. Loved the depiction of Adam as a leader. And the fic includes a listing of leftist political resources at the end.

Many consider The False and the Fair (E) by @princip1914 to be one of the best human AUs in the Good Omens universe. I certainly do. Aziraphale Wright's family runs a coal mine. Anthony Crowley, his former best friend, is the son of a mine worker. I don't want to spoil the story if you haven't read it. But what appears to be a story of regrets and making amends has a strong thread of accountability that results in wrongs being made right after a powerful act of resistance (with some help from the press). If you haven't read it, check it out. And if you have, read it again--with an eye towards resistance.

Finally, I'll end with a WIP, Good Works (E) by @majnoonathelibrarian. Set in 1987, Aziraphale is an assistant parliamentary secretary in the Thatcher government who finds something strange in the documents he's handling. Crowley is a mysterious "fixer" for a consulting firm who finds himself drawn into queer activism. Both of them have to navigate their day jobs along with increasing activism in a couple of different streams. The characterization is fascinating and the writer strings out the mysteries through the tale. This WIP is regularly updated and nearly complete. Remember, the fan fic community is a COMMUNITY. So don't forget to encourage writers of works underway by leaving kudos and comments. Writers are a gift to fans and we need to show them our appreciation. Finally, I'll give my pitch as someone who has been around much longer than most of you reading this. The yucky things happening in the world can be overwhelming. But it's a backlash. Because we've already made so much progress (both The False and the Fair and Good Works are good reminders of just how deadly the 1980s were for queer people). So resist. By making art and telling stories. By protesting. By contacting the people in power making decisions you disagree with. By caring for the vulnerable. By speaking out at local political meetings. By amplifying the voices of marginalized people. By using any of your unearned benefits to advocate for others. And by just existing as the beautiful and unique individual you are.

[tf-boi]

Would love to be tf'd into your cock 😵‍💫

( @matthewgold-32 )

I stare at you with my head tilted.

"Aren't you one of those Gold guys? I think they'd be pretty pissed if they find out I turned one of you guys into my cock. . . "

Before I could turn away you pull out a phone with a chat between you and one of the bros on the screen.

"Hey Matt where are you? Practice is starting" One message said.

"Oh hey, I think I have the flu. Might stay in the rest of the week and rest." You responded.

"Aww get better man, see you next week!"

I look back at you.

"Ah. . . a weekend get away eh?"

You nod with a grin on your face, not that I could tell with the mask over your face.

"What do I get out of it?" I say with a grin.

"Uhhh . . . What do you want?"

"Well I can't be taking too much because the TF is just temporary sooo. . . I always wanted one of your guys' uniform to add to my collection~"

"Absolutely not! The uniform is an integral part of us!"

"Sigh. . . fine fine . . . those shoes and socks aren't though right?" I said pointing down.

"These? No."

"Fine your shoes and socks and I'll turn you to my cock til next week."

"Deal!" You say reaching down until I stopped you.

"I'll pick it up myself don't worry, just bed over for me like a good boy."

You happily obeyed and got on all fours.

I knelt down and rather than take your shorts off, I opened a small hole for myslef and stuck my rock hard cock in.

You moan as you feel the tip of my dick enter you.

I place my hands on your hip and started fucking you.

You whimpered like a dog as my cock went in and out of you. Precum leaking through your dick and all over your shorts. Eventually you felt my hand grab the top of your head as I fucked you faster and harder. Every thrust you feel inside of you warms your body up in a wave of pure bliss. MY cock grew and gew inside of you to the point you could see its shape on your stomach. As my cock expands your arms gives out as you slump to the ground, your mind going blank.

With a few more thrusts of my cock, you release your load into your shorts. By the time you finish a pool of cum collects behind you.

Another few thrusts and you feel a warm liquid enter you. You gasp in joy as you fills every empty cavity of your body.

A small flash from an automatic polaroid camera taking a picture of your face goes off.

As I finish my load you feel my cock start to shrink back to normal size, but something feels different. You feel your body being pulled towards me. You feel your head start to shrink, your perfectly sized mask now feeling way to big. As you shirink your haed goes through the mask. You then feel the rest of your body following suit as your arms and legs retract into you. Your feet lifting up as they slide out of your socks and shoes leaving them to fall to the ground and giving a small thump on the ground. You limbs soon retract fully into your body as you slide out of your shit and into your shorts. By the time you shrunk enough that you entered your own shorts and underwear you have fully formed into my new cock, dangling off of me, your shorts and undies fall to the ground. I look at my new dick with a grin stroking you like the good boy you've become while playing with my blonde pubes your hair has become.

"Not bad" I say stroking you "You've even given me like at least 4 more inches!"

I look around and see your clothes lying in a pool of your own cum with a devilish grin.

"Lets have some fun. . . don't worry if your bros get mad at me I'll pay for the dry cleaning~"

With a wave of my hand your uniform levitates and begins to mold into a gold condom. I grab it with my hand and wrap you in it. You feel the rubber against your new skin, a new yet familiar feeling.

You then feel my hand grip you and started to stroke you. You revel in joy as I massage your new body, if you had your mouth still you'd moan in joy. You feel your body expanding with every stroke I give you. Soon you expanded to your full length, I had use both hands to wrap around your girth. You continue to enjoy my affectionate hands, drooling with precum like a good boy. You suddenly feel your tip being embraced by a warm moist sensation. I had started to suck on you. I knew I wrapped you up in a condom but I couldn't resist as I played with you with my mouth and tongue. You are filled with joy but something was building up within you, you hold in the urge to cum as much as you could so you could enjoy me more, but soon you couldn't hold it in and you started spewing your love juices into the condom. With every pump, you feel dumber, as if parts of you are leaving you.

I giggled "Oh you must be feeling yourself leaving you, I kinda turned your mind to cum, soon your body will just be your mostly empty head that only craves to serve you, while most of your mind is gonna be stuck in that condom!"

You were worried at first if you will ever see your bros again, but soon your memories, your sense of self, and even your intelligence leaves you. With the last pump of your cum, most of your mind was gone and now you crave to serve just me.

The condom now filled with a few gallons of cum started twitching, your mind struggling to make sense of its new home. I tie a knot so you don't leak out. I walk over to the camera and picked up the polaroid and stick the picture on the condom, it still twitching. I then pick up my prize, your shoes and socks for my collection.

"You're probably just my mindless dick right now. . . but don't worry I'll keep my promise to turn you back to human in a week, you have too many bros who will be looking for you. . . .but I might end up keeping your mind though~ I'm sure they'll be fine with just a new mindless sex slave."

[whoops-all-jennas]

Final Duet pt. 2 - c.s.

Cairo Sweet x fem!reader

"My thoughts will follow you into your dreams."

Summary: You give Cairo the violin part of the duet before spending time together at your house.

a/n: Inspired by Omori, if you haven't played it, do. The story is beautiful. There will be no spoilers in this so don't worry about that :)

Warning: Bullying, Homophobia, Death

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part. 4?

I watch out the window of my final class period as the first snowflake of January falls to the cold earth. It has now been a couple months since I've started receiving violin lessons from you, and I've been improving quickly.

The bell rings, causing everyone to grab all their belongings to go watch the first snow fall. I grab my backpack, leaving after everyone else.

I walk down the empty hallway to the music room, finding you humming that ever familiar tune while leaning against the wall.

You turn your head to the sound of my footsteps. "Hey, Cairo."

You look at me with that patient smile that I will never get over. "I was thinking we could practice at my place, I want to enjoy the snow for a minute."

I nod, instinctively. "Yeah that's fine."

I've never been to Y/n's house, so I'm a little nervous.

"Oh! Before I forget." You start digging into your bag, bringing out a piece of paper.

You hold out a piece of sheet music. "It's the violin part in the duet I wrote. I think you've improved enough to learn it."

I grab the sheet music, staring at the notes on the page. "I- Thank you, Y/n."

I find your smile infectious. "Let's get to my place so you can start practicing it."

The snow gently falls as we walk down the street, your head facing the sky, admiring weather. "I've always loved the snow, brings a sort of liveliness to the dead winter."

I find myself admiring your joyous face, distracted by the snow. "It is nice."

You look down at the sidewalk, stepping over the cracks. "I was thinking maybe we could hold a recital. Nothing too big, but I think it could be fun and exciting."

I find myself silent for a moment, thinking about the idea.

"Did you want to perform your duet?" I ask, also watching my step.

You nod. "It would be nice to have a small audience to listen to what I've made."

We start approaching a small humble home that has a makeshift green house on the side. "Welcome to my house."

You start to follow the concrete path. "Let's put our stuff down, and I'll show you around."

We walk into the cozy yet silent house. I look around, unable to hide my smile when I see a picture of you as a child. "It's very homey."

You put your backpack up by the door.

"Thanks, I also really like it." You look out the window to the greenhouse. "Do you wanna see my garden?"

We open the door to the greenhouse, the warmth contrasting the cold winter air. You walk to a pot containing a rose bush. "This was one my first plants I started growing here."

You crouch down near to the flower, gently touching the petals. "I'm envious of roses. They're so universally loved, yet aren't afraid to stand up for themselves."

You glide your finger across one of the thorns, gently enough to feel how sharp it is, but not sharp enough to cut.

I watch you as you admire the roses, wishing you'd look at me the same way.

You stand, guiding me to the next flower. "This one is called Lily of the Valley, I'm a big fan of their bell shape."

I watch as your eyes become lost in the plant. "It's said that they're able to ward off evil spirits and help people see a brighter future."

Your eyes look into mine. "I guess in that way, they remind me of you."

I find myself taken aback by your sudden compliment.

You look down at the floor, avoiding eye contact. "If you want to consider those two people who tease me evil spirits."

You stand, walking to a white flower that is shaped like wings. Some of them are wilting. "These are white egret orchids. They're a bit difficult to take care of, but it just reminds me that life is fragile and I should cherish every moment."

You're silent for a moment, admiring your plants once again. "In the language of flowers, it symbolizes the phrase. My thoughts will follow you into your dreams."

I watch as you grab a watering can. "That's beautiful, Y/n."

You respond a patient smile. "Want me to show you how I take care of them?"

After some time passes, we find our way back inside your house. We ascend the staircase up to your room.

You open the door, revealing a room decorated with incandescent string lights and fake vines. "It's nothing crazy, a little stereotypical even."

I take a few steps past the doorway. "It's very, you."

There's a book on your bed labelled 'memories.'

"I thought I threw that out, my mom must've pulled it out of the trash can." You say while picking it up, mixed feelings on you face as you open past the cover to reveal multiple Polaroids of you and your previous friends.

A smile finds your face as you reminisce. You sit down on the bed, patting the space next to you.

I take a seat, looming over your shoulder as you point at one of the pictures. It contained you holding a plate of funnel cake while your friends held prizes from different attractions. "We all went to a carnival that was being held in town, I was clearly more interested in the treats over the games."

You move your finger to a different polaroid. "And here we had a picnic one night, we put fairy lights on the trees above us. It was a magical time."

You exhale a deep breath as you close the book, standing to put it back on your shelf. "That's enough reminiscing, I'll have to thank my mom for pulling that out of the trash."

We leave your bedroom, walking through the doorway. As we near the stairs, I nearly trip over a bit of a wooden tile sticking up a bit off the ground.

You grab my wrist, preventing me from falling "Be careful! My mom said she'd fix that months ago, but hasn't gotten around to it yet."

Blush mixed with your touch and embarrassment find my face.

You precariously step over the dangerous bump on the floor to descend the staircase.

We navigate to a different room downstairs that has a piano, music stands, and a violin on display.

You set up a couple of music stands and seats. "Ready to learn our song?"

I approach my seat, pausing at your words. "Our song?"

"Yeah, why not? I don't really want anyone else learning it. The song has gained a lot more meaning to me because of you." Your sheet music finds the music stand before your glance shifts to mine, a smile on your face. "I can't say I met anyone else who I barely knew who suddenly started learning a whole instrument for me."

You stand, picking up the violin on display. It's much nicer than the ones at the school. "Are you ready?"

A couple hours breeze by, the sound of strings fill the silent house as the sun starts to set beyond the window. The golden light highlighting your eyes.

You turn towards the window, staring at the falling snow. "What if we take a break for now? I kinda wanna do something out in the snow. If you're down for that."

I follow your gaze, watching the snow reflect the golden rays before standing. "Let's do it."

You stand, a smile stretching across your face as you hold your hand out.

I find a hint of blush on my face as I reach out, interlocking our fingers. Your hand holds mine with a gentle, comforting warmth. I hope you find the same comfort in mine.

We step out the door, the cold breeze finding it's way through my winter clothes. You release your hand from mine, the cold instantly replacing your warmth.

You bend over, grabbing a hunk of snow off the ground and forming a sphere. I watch you for a moment, admiring your smile. I bend over to do the same, following your motions as you start to roll it on the ground.

It's clear you have much more experience at this than I, as you manage to make a snowball up to around your hips. You roll your snowball by the doorway. "Do you need help putting yours on top?"

I nod as I roll it closer. We both bend down, lifting the snowball on top of the other. It ends up being to the height of my upper arm.

"I'll be right back!" You say excitedly, running inside.

The clouds above us are beginning to fade to shades of purples and pinks as the sun continues to set.

You run back outside, carrying a box of random winter clothes. I find myself smiling at your excitement. You grab a scarf out of the box, wrapping it around what is supposed to be the neck of the snowman.

"You gonna help?" You ask, smugly.

I come back to reality. "Yeah, sorry." I find myself rushing towards the box.

We both take a step back, admiring our creation.

You rush back to the box, grabbing a camera you managed to sneak outside.

I watch your figure, emanating with joy, as you practically tackle me as your wrap your arm around my shoulder, soon met the flash of a camera.

A picture prints out the bottom, the photo still needing time to develop.

You stare at the blank square for a moment, smiling while holding it out towards me. "I want you to have it."

I find myself staring the picture, trying to see if I can watch it develop as you begin to walk away for a moment, next moment I'm met with a snowball to the face.

"Y/n!" I shout, rubbing it off my face

You giggle as I gently place the picture in the box, reaching for the snow beneath me to challenge back.

"Ahh!" You cower your face behind your arms as I throw a snowball back. I don't give you a moment to recover, quickly making another.

As you begin to bend over, my snowball meets the top of your head, getting snow all over your hair. You drop your partially finished one, brushing my shattered snowball off your head.

By the time you're done, another snowball manages to meet your face.

"Okay! okay! I surrender!" You shout through your chattering teeth, raising your hands above your head with a smile.

I can't help but find your smile infectious. "I think that's our que to get back inside."

You cross your arms over your chest, shivering. "That's probably a good idea."

The sound of a fire crackling fills the lounge as we sit in front of a fireplace. You're motioning your hands towards the flames as I hold a warm mug of hot chocolate.

Your arms stop shivering as I release one of my hands from the mug, grabbing the picture you took earlier. You have a wide smile, looking at the lens with excited eyes, while my face is flushed red. The photo fuzzy but it adds to the character.

I find myself smiling at the photo, soon met with your head suddenly dropping onto my shoulder.

I freeze in place at the sudden contact, I look back at your head turned to see me from my shoulder.

"Is this okay?" You ask, staring at me longingly.

I nod, causing you to smile while turning your head to the fire. It doesn't take too long before your breathing slows as you fall asleep.

I take a moment to admire how cute you are while asleep before staring at the picture one more time.

a/n: poll is complete! I will bare minimum complete the Cairo one. If I still want to write another version with Tara I'll likely do that at some point, will probably be awhile though.

[ruleroftheimps]

I'm just going to throw this out here. Vox only seems as weak as he does because of his role in season one. All the Vees had a scene where they lost control and were just honestly pathetic, and a scene where they were cool and collected, but because of how it's set up, it looks like people completely overlook Velvette being pathetic and focus on Vox's patheticness. Which is fun to play around with, but I feel like a lot of people just don't acknowledge he's, in theory, a fairly decent threat, especially against the Hazbin Hotel. There's definitely going to be a reason he's one of the main antagonists.

It's sort of long, so cut here lol.

For starters, to back up my claim of they were all pathetic at some point, when we first meet Velvette, she's throwing a hissy fit about Val. He's literally right there, and yet she can't be assed to do anything about it and instead calls Vox to solve her problems for her, and then complains about Val ripping apart her models, despite her not doing anything. People love to riff on Val and Vox for being man children, which, yes, they are at times, but they completely disregard the fact that when we first meet Velvette, she's acting like a spoiled brat. Valentino is the same, throwing a fit about Angel Dust. They're all equally pathetic.

The thing is, Velvette and Valentino were glossed over fairly quick. Vox had a whole song about it.

The same thing about them all being equally cunning and collected, which I actually doubt myself. I think Vox is the most collected of them all, not Velvette. Yes, he did the same, basically had a temper tantrum when he found out Alastor came back, but it makes logical sense when we look at their interaction later and Vox is scared of him. He's worried. But once he calms down, he sits down and comes up with a plan that's actually very logical and well-thought out. Er, to some extent. Picking Pentious probably wasn't the greatest, but I think, based on the drones we see everywhere later on and his reaction to Pentious getting caught, Vox wasn't taking Valentino's idea of putting a spy in the hotel seriously. He's nonchalant, and has a backup plan. And the way he handled the paparazzi is a sign that he IS able to deal in high-stress situations with ease.

And no, that's not saying Valentino and Velvette don't have their moments. In Masquerade, Val's smart about how he approaches Charlie being there, and Velvette's extremely clever in Scrambled Eggs (Er, possibly. I doubt she and the other Vees didn't talk about it before hand and theorize then, and their goal was NOT to start a way but to gain info, but her noticing Carmilla's reaction was definitely a point for her.). But they're not more clever than Vox, they just get more screen time as actual villains, probably because of their roles in this season. Velvette's there explicitly to set up for the reveal Carmilla killed an angel, and Valentino's meant to be the main enemy of Angel Dust throughout the series to build his character. Vox? Well, right now we just need to know he exists and doesn't like Alastor, for future plot lines. And also comedic relief in episode 8, because, come on, almost everything he says in that episode is just funny. (And also emphasizing how much he hates Alastor/is obsessed with Alastor losing) And yeah, the pacing about introducing him could have been better, building him up to be a threat and then having Alastor take him down, but for 8 episodes, they did a fair job. And a part of me wonders if we're meant to overestimate Alastor and underestimate Vox, especially after the Adam fight.

And why I say he has the potential to be a big threat to the Hotel has to do with the scene we have when he's getting introduced, and what we see in Helluva Boss about Voxflix being on Blitzø's phone. He's everywhere, he has power over his viewers, and his grip on media is so tight, even Hellborns use his services. What's the Hotel's main issue at the moment? A lack of guests, which is at least in part caused by poor advertising. Anybody else think it's not coincidence the 'emergency broadcast' happened just as the Hotel's advertisement began to play?

Tl;dr, Vox is more powerful than people seem to believe, even if he's pathetic as all hell a lot during his limited screen time, probably mostly because he has no big role in the current season.

[writefullyrobin]

No spoilers past the current ep if possible folks! I’m going in blind!

3x01 – Kids Today thoughts

WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ENDING?!

Guys you could’ve warned me I needed to give myself time to watch the next couple of eps at the same time! Note to self, just assume all openings are now multiple ep arcs. 

OK, skipping back to the rest of the ep.

I celebrated Buck’s full recovery too soon. Seeing him cough up blood like that was alarming. Although if you’re gonna do that, do it in a room full of trained medics.

Buck quitting when they were concerned about him returning to active duty felt drastic but I understand. He’s not really got a whole lot else going for outside the 118. He doesn’t have a significant other or kids like everyone else. He just wants to get back to what he does best. Could he slow down? Maybe but I’m just surprised he has his leg at all so what do I know?

I’m not at all surprised Buck’s recovery’s going to be a focal point for the first part of the season considering how big a deal it was for the entire team.

Side thought – does Eddie have a key to Buck’s apartment because Buck certainly didn’t let him in. He was wallowing in bed. I like how Eddie just sort of left Chris with Buck and ran. I get what he’s going for though, who could be sad around the literal ray of sunshine that is Christopher Diaz? He’s just too precious!

The opening emergencies in this ep were fun! The kid with his dad’s out of control car and using the fire engine to stop it was clever.

The retirement home call was just bonkers and a perfect example of why I love this show. I was not expecting this type of call at this location! Old folks are clearly made different in LA. My friend works in a care home and the old folks she works with are more likely to have a heart attack if they even so much as get the pulse rates up even a little bit!

Lesson for all ages though, you’re never too old to practice safe sex!

Chris is a special kid, isn’t he? Eddie is raising a very compassionate young man. I loved his conversation with Buck at the pier. Other kids would be off wanting to play and not really listening, but Chris is aware Buck’s struggling even if he doesn’t understand exactly why. The you’re gonna be okay kid just about killed me. 

Now again, I ask, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ENDING?! This has to be a tsunami right?! I know this is a legitimate real-life concern for Santa Monica but I’m still kinda stunned they went with this.

A few of you have said I’ll enjoy this season so not gonna lie, both super excited and super nervous for what the hell is gonna go down this season! From this ep alone, it looks like its gonna be a helter skelter!

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Article translation

Hooja and Käärijä are performing together for the first time in the first semifinal of Melodifestivalen in Luleå. Maybe Hooja will be participating in Melodifestivalen for real in the future:

You never know, Hooja says. [Bees note: Their manager said in a podcast during the fall last year that they were not interested in competing in Melodifestivalen, so this is definitely a politicians answer.]

Among feather boas and pink sequins, dressed in their particular fur hats, baklavas and fleece jackets, Hooja and DJ Mårdhund has arrived in Luleå Energi Arena. [Bees note: Mårdis and myself has referenced this as Coop Arena before, and that used to be it's name. Like many arenas elsewhere, this one also takes it's name from their main sponsor, which changes every now and then.] They are debuting in Melodifestivalen. They do have someone who has a lot of experience from this setting with them - Finnish Eurovision favorite Käärijä. But they're not taking part in the actual competition.

Together they are here as an interval act in Melodifestivalen's first semi in Luleå, where they are performing their new song "San Francisco Boy".

The trio has taken a break in show preparations and sit down on some chairs by one of the arena entrances. Käärijä is not wearing a mask, but does wear sunglasses just like the duo from Gällivare.

You're a bit secretive, and I think it's fun to work with artists who don't only have the music but another level to it. You have nice clothes too, Käärijä says.

Outside the glass doors another masked artist, Fröken Snusk [Bees note: her artist name translates to Miss Dirty], appears and waves to her coworkers before she once again disappears into the darkness.

Why are you making a song together?

Why not? I listened to Hooja's music and thought "oh, Swedish music can sound like this". Of course in a positive way, Käärijä says and laughs.

He says it's not always easy to make music with other artists. But the collaboration with Hooja has been painless.

Everything went so quick from meeting for the first time until we had a finished song, DJ Mårdhund says.

It was destiny, Hooja adds.

(Text under the picture: Käärijä has watched Melodifestivalen at home in Finland and is happy that he gets to enter the stage in Sweden with Hooja. "Dreams can become true", DJ Mårdhund notes.)

That the song is called "San Francisco Boy" has nothing to do with anyone from the trio having been there.

We have seen San Francisco in pictures, very nice pictures in my opinion. They have a nice and big bridge, DJ Mårdhund says.

Maybe we should go there together and make "San Francisco Boy part 2", Käärijä says.

Käärijä competed for Finland in Eurovision in 2023 with the song "Cha Cha Cha". He came in second after Sweden and Loreen's song "Tattoo". Being in Melodifestivalen now is not something he minds.

It's fun, I love Loreen, and I like you too, Käärijä says and points at Hooja.

He won the audience vote in Eurovision and quickly became a fan favorite. Not least of all in Sweden, where his song climbed the charts. He wasn't quite prepared for the love from the Swedish audience.

There were a lot of Swedish people who wrote to me and said they liked my song. I didn't think Swedish people liked Finnish music, but it was really nice to see that the song charted so well in Sweden.

The trio has a very full schedule during these few days in Luleå. Hooja describes the whole event as "hullaballoo".

There are a lot of people running around but it's a fun show, he says.

Being the interval act together with Käärijä feels safe, according to the duo.

It feels good having you here, you've done this kind of thing before, Mårdis says and looks at Käärijä:

You're almost being a father figure for us.

But will being the interval act this year make Hooja want to compete for real in Melodifestivalen in the future?

You never know. We are not going to say: No, we would never do that. But we're not going to give a definite yes either, Hooja says.

Wow, what a politician's answer, DJ Mårdhund says.

Maybe I should get into politics instead, Hooja says.