#ca: dottie

[walkergirlsposts]

Dottie over there screaming into the void will always be peak comedy. Claiming a brother's fan is an anti, yes, how appalling not everybody thinks Dean wants to fuck cas and he's gay for him. We don't live in that world sweetie. That's delulu land. Maybe you should watch it again this time without shipping goggles on. 🤣🤣🤣🤣

[fatuismooches]

Hello smooches, its 🥝 anon. I'm sorry for not popping up on ur inbox for a very long time again (health issues, again.) i hope that you are doing well! I see so many Dotty's rambling when i scroll down a bit and honestly i can't wait to read all of it 🙏🛐 (and also hoping to see just a bit of Capitano content from u-)

So.. Remember when i said last time that i have a brainrot about Capitano's Childhood Crush with fragile!reader? In ur Capitano Childhood Crush fic, reader always sends a lot of letters to him but he never recieved them, right? (It was disheartening, just like what u said on the fic..) And, Well..

Imagine that all of the letters are about reader telling him about their conditions, their illness getting worse and worse, until the last one about reader wanting to see him again for last time..

When Capitano wanted to see them again, he sends some of his Fatui agents to search for reader whereabouts (since it would be too dangerous for reader's safety if he is the one who come to them, also he never see them among the crowds for a very long time whenever he and his troops came back, reader always come to see him..).

Now, imagine his reaction when his agents told him that reader is already dead a long time ago or when he finally found all of reader's letters 😔

I'm trying to make my ask not too long, æügh 😩😭 i'm sorry if its messy- 😭 anyways, sending virtual hugs for u smooches for still feeding us Harbinger content for more than a year now 🤗💞🛐 as always, bless u and ur big brain writings

-a rotten 🥝 anon

(Also recently, i saw an "early" story leak about the next region on twt that we will have Dottore boss fight in Natlan instead of Capitano. Idk if its true or not, but if its true.. then, i guess you guys Dottore lovers better prepare for him now 👀 i want to see some C6R5 Dotty mains here)

HI 🥝 ANON!! I MISSED YOU! And don't worry about popping in! I want you to take care of yourself first above all! I hope you enjoy the plentiful Dottore brainrots though :3 (and i promise to post some Capitano brainrots. Just for you.) BUT AHHH THIS BRAINROT... WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME SAD. (Yes, I remember when I put that in my fic! I can't believe it was so long ago though- you made me go back and reread it 😭)

Imagine if you live in a secluded part of Snezhnaya. It's quiet and pretty with only the servants in the house to keep you company. Capitano let you stay here instead of the mansion because staying in that big house without him would probably make you sadder. Though you are already sad without him, it's a bit better. But you spend a lot of time writing him letters. It was a habit of yours, telling him what you've done all this time even though he's not here. Some letters get sent, some don't. But you always put the happier stuff in the letters that get sent to him. He's out doing a lot of hard work, you don't want to bother him with your illness! Though anyone could see the lingering sadness in your letters. However, the battlefield is a tough place and the long distance doesn't help your case. Things are bound to get lost and go missing. So you're left waiting, and waiting, and waiting for your husband's replies that never come... Eventually, you stop sending them, instead keeping them in a box.

Although Capitano is busy with his mission, he wonders why you haven't reached out to him. Amidst the war and battle, he does look forward to your sweet letters, perhaps your handwriting may not be the best, but he loves to see how his darling is doing. He of course focuses on his duties, but he always thinks of you. So it wouldn't hurt to send an agent to report on you, since clearly communication isn't the best right now. When the soldier arrives and hears of your demise, he isn't sure how to break the news to his Harbinger. All he can do is hope that the letter makes it to him after the battle is over, so morale isn't too down. And it does. The Fatui win this battle, and the letter comes just in time. Ah, finally he can see how you're doing, Capitano thinks. But when he reads the first sentence, he's... well, I can't explain his emotions very well. Empty would be a good word. Why? Why didn't he know? Couldn't something have been done? You were find before he left, how did your condition worsen that quickly?

He won't know, because he won't ever hear your voice again.

AND YEAHHH i saw that leak too but. To be honest i don't really believe it, a bunch of story leaks have turned out to be trolls so tbh i don't really pay attention to them anymore, especially when they're so far into the future 😅 But my c6r1 Arlie savings are going strong right now! (400 wishes >:)

[short-black-diamond]

I saw your 300 follower event and i have been obsessed with your marionetta fics!!

So i was thinking the “flowers?” And enemies to lovers prompt with Sahed x reader

YESSS, FINALLY, also teehee~ thank you for reading my fics!

Please also check out my other posts as well, especially about the webtoon the tomato can, or the greatest estate developer!

You can also request blue lock stuff, or read the webtoon "Ranker", it's new, but it's pretty cool! Sorry but I just love it all...

Warnings: FLUFF i guess?? but also ANGST, lot's of angst (in my opinion), and SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS, also Wingwoman Rainah again because I love that girl, also Sahed calls you milady ;]

word count: 2.4 k

also I will proofread this some other time, so if there are grammar errors, please ignorrrrrreeee

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"My favourite type of flower..."

You couldn't believe it... Really, this time, Sahed had gone too far! Your favourite dress, which was a sweet pastel pink, just happened to have come together with some of Sahed's dark clothes...and now, your poor dress had black stains all over! (pls imagine it somehow happened)

You gritted your teeth when you heard Sahed's cackle. "Aww~ did our clothes get mixed again, ____? That's toooooooo baaaaad!"

"Argh, you're enjoying this too much, Sahed!", you exclaimed angrily, and tick marks were starting to form on your temple. You sighed then, your anger subsiding into pure dissappointment.

"It was you, wasn't it?", you asked, looking at Sahed with an expression you'd only give your mortal enemy. And, well...Sahed and you were somehow enemies.

"Whaaaaaat? Milady, I have no idea what you're talking about.", the A'hkon's response was heard before he dissappeared out of the window from the washing room.

God, you hated his guts.

...

Your relationship with Sahed was...well, how do I say...? How- how about we just start with the beginning? Yes, let's look into that first.

You actually arrived at the circus before him, to be honest, and you were one of the view who actually tried to smile despite the glum atmosphere. that's when the A'hkon siblings, Rainah and Sahed, stepped foot into the place, and you tried welcoming them with your best manners, only for your efforts to land in the dirt when Rainah only looked at you with a frown, a dead, maybe annoyed? expression, and Sahed had a similar reaction.

Then, as the place turned into a circus with the help of Dotty and Bob (I dunno the backstory that well anymore help), you did your best to be of aid. You were even surprised with yourself how far your patience had brought you, from turning everyone's bad day into a good one when you sang to them with your wonderful voice, or told them the most extraordinary tales from your books. You made friends with Rainah, and you were proud to have her as a friend, because after she opened up to you, you two practically got inseperable, sharing many interests.

However, Sahed was a whole other story. Maybe it was your naivity that made you think that Sahed would stop bothering you with his pranks. Maybe it was your heart that told you to hold on juuuust a little longer when he loved tempting your nerves for them to become thin threads which could tear upon the slightest contact or breeze of wind.

But, as much as you tried to be nice to him, helping him and even cleaning up after him, you had enough one day. You couldn't be nice to everyone, as much as you tried. But that only spurred on Sahed's hunger for trouble with you more.

See, Sahed was actually a simple boy. Behind that facade of being all charming, having that nice hair, and those pretty eyes, he was actually head over heels for you. How could he not? When he first laid eyes on you, who opened the door to them on a rainy day -the day they joined the circus/place- he was greeted with a worried smile, a warm soup, some fresh clothes, and a soothing voice.

He wasn't yelled at, pushed at, cursed at, or even looked at weirdly. When he laid eyes on you, and examined your reaction carefully upon seeing his three eyes, he never saw even a milligramm of fear, or disgust...he only saw...warmth, and understanding.

And at first, he couldn't even comprehend his own feelings when you asked him if he'd like to have another room, or a different set of clothing. you just looked so ...carefree. I mean, of course you cared, but you were just so different from all the other people that Sahed and his sister have encountered.

So many, too many.

And Sahed...he was frightened. He couldn't be sure if you were only putting on an act around him. He had patience, patience to see your happy-go-lucky-mask fall and see your real reason, your ulterior motive--but he couldn't.

How could he?

How could he have the audacity to even doubt you?

How dare he even, when you've been nothing but nice to him? Even sweeter to his sister, who became best friends with you in the span of a year?

When he saw how you were nice to everyone, how much effort you put for everyone to have a good time, to just--be happy, and at peace?

And even though he'd never admit it, he was kind of envious and jealous of the attention all the other newcomers received when you greeted them the same way you greeted him and Rainah.

And, well, since he was head over heels for you, and a stubborn young man, he just...thought that teasing you would be the answer.

The answer for these stupid feelings to dissappear. Because why?

...would you ever even look at him in that light?

In a ...more-than-lovers way?

...in a romantic way?

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No.

You wouldn't.

And he was sure everyone would think of him as the biggest fool to think so. Except, Rainah. Well, she always scolded him for pulling pranks on you. rainah felt pity towards you, and wanted for you and Sahed to be together, or at least go on a date, or at least -the very least- have a normal chat.

...

"Rainah, please remind me again as to why I should accompany your disgrace of a brother towards a flower field? And now of all times?", you asked in the midst of bringing the other A'hkons in safety form the officers.

Rainah just pushed the last one into a nearby circus wagon before she turned around with a smile. She had a bead of sweat and you held her still to wipe it away. "Ah, come on-", she said, about to pull her head back, but you were insistent. "nuh-uh, you need to stay clean, love-", you said as you gently padded away the drops. Then you fixed her hair.

"...I bet the people are jealous of you A'hkons. You have the prettiest three eyes I've ever seen, to be honest.", you complimented her, when you formed and bent her bangs in a way for her precious third eye to go unnoticed, all done with a sad frown on your face.

rainah stood there as she took in your words. "Thank you...it feels good when you remind me. And about the field..Sahed had a plan where the flowers play an important role.", she muttered, and a small blush creeped over her cheeks.

Except Sahed, nobody had actually ever really complimented her on her beauty, let alone her third eye. But, you were the first human being who didn't get scared, if anything, you whined in envy at her.

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"Awhh, I wish I had three eyes as well! Do you know how many dresses I could accentuate- *gasp*! Rainah, you wear them!", you exclaimed excitedly when you quickly led her to your room one sunny day.

You two were actually about to have breakfast, and just so happened to stumble into the topic of clothes on your way there. But, you two had more important things than stilling your morning hunger, and that was for Rainah to try on the dresses and blouses and skirts you were mentioning.

They all fit her perfectly, and as you predicted, they were harmonizing with rainah's third eye like a glove. That day, you gifted half your wardrobe to her.

Rainah honestly couldn't have asked for a better friend than you.

She was glad that her pleas of help were heard.

...

"Jeez, then tell me where the field is? And will you, Julia and Anthonn be alright?", you asked one last time before Rainah hastily pushed you into a certain direction. "yes, yes, now go, quick!"

And so you ran. It was a wonder, what happened to you after your death. oh yeah, would you like to know how you died?

you were accused of being a witch by your volk, and got pushed into a pit, which was filled with spiders. And now, you somehow had the power to shoot webs from your wrists, and your stage name became:

Lady Arachnea.

Now, you started running and then you jumped. Shooting out silver-chain like webs, which stuck to the walls of the houses, you swung around the streets and nooks of the city, looking for that flower field.

'Just where might it be...? And what has Sahed in mind this time??', you asked yourself as you stealthily snuck around and ran alongside the walls, as your feet could stick to a vertical ground as well. With that, you could easily avoid the running officers.

And soon enough, when you swung really high, and came to a short stop in mid-air, you asw his hair. In the middle of a field with flowers.

But they weren't just any flowers of any kind.

They were all Jade Vines, Chocolate Cosmos and Middlemist's Reds.

Your favourite three types of flowers.

You came to a stop, with Sahed catching you in the right moment. You were too stunned by the amount of the rarest flowers, too stunned to even notice how Sahed's hands didn't leave your waist, and as you reached out to touch the delicate petals of the pink flower Middlemist's red, Sahed smiled.

He couldn't help it! You were just too cute not to gush over!

"Do you like it?", he softly asked as he leant down to your ear, his breath tingling the chell of your ear.

You flinched. "W-what..?!", you asked, still startled by the gesture. "Ah, sorry...I was just...distracted by the view...", you trailed off as you saw the colorful picture which got alluminated by the moonshine.

"How is this possible? Last time I checked here, there weren't these rarities, not even a single jade vine by the best garteners-"

"I-I did!", he said suddenly, unterrupting your speech. You turned around to face him with a frown. "What?"

When you turned around, and your eyes searching his, Sahed grew nervous and looked to the side, cheeks warming up. "..I did...", he murmured, and stroked your waist absentmindedly.

You blushed at the contact, and moreso by the fact that Sahed could actually do something like that with his magic. "...but--why?", you then asked, still puzzled by his actions.

"How is this going to help us bringing the A'hkons to safe-"

"Please, ____!", he interrupted again, nearly yelling, and startling you again as he pulled you closer to him, his eyes widening. "..please...just...enjoy the moment...I did it for you...", he murmured, his three eyes looking at your two pretty orbs.

"Flowers? ...For me?", your question came quietly, but Sahed still heard it. He nodded a little, his eyes focused on your lips now.

"Yes, y-you sometimes said that you liked these type of flowers...so--I g-got them for you...", he stuttered, searching for your reaction again.

Sahed didn't know why he did that, but he loved seeing you react. Whether it was putting a mouse into your room and you screaming in fear, him eating the last cupcake which was actually promised to you, or, just recently, your pretty pink dress.

"Huh, and here I thought you just didn't like me...", you murmured, as you looked into his third eye, which glowed as the moonlicht lit up Sahed's face. You two stood in the middle of the field, Sahed still held your waist, and you couldn't help but blush.

"I'm just a stupid man, ____, and you have made me fall for you.", he murmured gently. He took a little step closer, just for your chest to nearly touch his, for his arms to hold you closer, and you gently placed your arms on his biceps.

"Really..? And all this time you just had to tease me? pull pranks on me?", you mumbled as you saw your favourite type of flower in the colour of Sahed's eyes.

he huffed playfully. "Anybody in their right mind would do that! And how could I not? Your reactions are far too cute to stop..."

You chuckled softly at his answer before you looked into his face with a smile. "you know...amongst the three types of flowers, there is one that I absolutely adore..", you whispered.

It was a wonder that nobody noticed two people standing in the middle of a flowerfield (you and Sahed) and that you guys didn't have a segnal to get back. Right now, it was just...you two, ant the moonlight, and a few sweet breezes of wind.

"And...which one is it...?", Sahed inquired. He'd have expected for you to say "Middlemist's Red, because of the sweet pink colour!" or "Chocolate Cosmo, because of the name and the flower itself!".

Never did he think you'd say the banana-shaped Jade vine.

"Huh?", he only asked, looking at you with a raised brow. You giggled.

"Because they remind me of the colour of your eyes. A glowing blue, always somewhere, looking at me.""

Sahed blushed furiously. "Ah- y-you saw me looking at you?"

"You mean, staring? One too many times."

Sahed slumped his shoulders. "S-sorry..."

You sighed. "Thank you for the sight, Sahed. But I think it'd be best if we go back-", you couldn't finish your sentence becouse Sahed just kept looking at you.

"Uh, Sahed..?"

"C-can I...kiss you?", he breathed, as he looked at you with a frown.

You flinched. "...What?"

Sahed groaned. "Can I kiss you...?!", he gritted, as if it took everything in his willpower to not groan again. His heart was already doing saltos from the confession you said earlier.

You pondered for a moment. Then you took his face in your hands, and stroked his cheeks just underneath his eyes. "hmm, and why should I allow that..?"

sahed closed his eyes and leaned closer to your touch, as he hugged you closer to his chest. "mm...won't pull anymore pranks on you, sweetheart...", he murmured, and he was content with life. Even if you were to say no, he'd still be happy-

"Promise?", you asked, as your face was nearing his, but since Sahed had his eyes closed, he didn't see you inching closer.

"promise-mmpf!", Sahed eyes widened comically when he felt your soft lips on his. his hands shook when you parted and pecked his mouth again with your own.

You just kept kissing him some more, your hands tangling in his hair. After some time, you parted, and saw Sahed chasing your lips eagerly, but you üut a finger on his lips from doing so.

"I...think it's time we head back.", you whispered, and sahed looked at you with his wide eyes as he nodded dreamily. His face contorted into a dorky grin when he hugged you, and you shot out a web to help the others.

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Y'ALL I JUST READ CH 34 OF MARIONETTA, AND WHY IS SAHED SO BABYGIRL, ALSO JULIA BEING REASONABLE IS COOL, I HOPE JATHAR MAKES A PACT!!!

Also..Jathar looks handsome as well, so if you guys have requests about him, feel free to ask!

Read you in the next post!

[denimbex1986]

'There are few protagonists in modern literature as challenging as Tom Ripley. He’s a captivating figure because he’s pretty pathetic yet so cunning. In many ways, Ripley is the shadow underdog, a guy who, by all evidence, should lose, yet he manages to commit multiple murders and steal millions while evading capture. Despite coming from a poor/working-class background, Ripley has evolved refined tastes mainly because he believes he deserves to live the best life possible. Other people are inconveniences most of the time, hindrances to him enjoying the luxury offered to the wealthiest among us. If ever there was a character to highlight the negative aspects of sociopathy, an actual condition that isn’t as one-dimensional as much media would like you to think. Ripley can’t seem to care about anyone other than himself; it troubles him, but it is not enough to stop his pursuit of comfort.

Tom Ripley (Andrew Scott) is down on his luck, running an insurance scam out of a PO Box in New York City. He is contacted by a private investigator working for Mr. Greenleaf, the father of a very brief acquaintance Tom once had. The patriarch wants to send Tom to Italy to find his son, Richard (Johnny Flynn), and convince him to return to the States. With the insurance scam being discovered, Tom decides that a journey abroad might be the thing he needs. Upon arriving, he finds Richard living a life of leisure, devoting his time to painting – and very badly. Richard is in a relationship with Marge (Dakota Fanning), an aspiring photojournalist whose talent for that is as good as her boyfriend’s when it comes to painting. Tom realizes he’s wearing out his welcome and that Richard will soon kick him to the curb. But our protagonist isn’t going to let that happen and begins a descent into murder and fraud that threatens to destroy him if he’s caught.

Andrew Scott delivers a stunning performance of Ripley. Because the main character is doing such horrible things and cannot see the humanity in others, it presents a challenge for an actor. How do you find empathy for such a person? Scott does it; he presents Ripley not as a clockwork-brained genius but as a person who sees himself outside the world he lives in. He’s an observer of people and can see them better than they can see themselves. Ripley recognizes Richard’s mediocrity, that he’s someone coasting off other people’s labor. Richard doesn’t live in Italy because he worked hard for it; Daddy just gave him money.

That doesn’t mean Ripley is a Robin Hood figure. He’s a shadow of that archetype. He steals from the rich to make himself rich. The idea of charity would never cross Ripley’s mind. Through bits of backstory, we learn his parents drowned to death when Ripley was five, and he was raised by his cruel Aunt Dottie. This is likely why he’s such a quiet, introverted, observant person and why his emotions never developed in a way that would lead to a healthy life. As far as Ripley can see, the world is where people crush one another to get what they want. Most of the time, people like Ripley live passively reticent lives. He refuses that and believes if he is willing to do horrible things, to take human life, then he deserves the spoils that come with it.

While Ripley’s exploits in the novels of Patricia Highsmith always took place in Europe, he is very much an American character. Despite the mythologizing we are fed during our formative years in the U.S., it is a country built on guile and murder. From the genocide & displacement of the Native people all the way up to our present multitude of horrors, the United States has been a place that has justified violence to take what it wants. As individualism dominates the structure through which the average American sees themselves, I expect more people like Tom Ripley to be produced. Therefore, he’s incapable of seeing community as a possibility and is left with nothing more than killing whoever stands in the way of his spoils.

While Anthony Minghella’s 1999 adaptation The Talented Mr. Ripley has a more glamorous take on the material, this mini-series explores the depth of sadness in its characters. Shot in black & white, the series evokes the imagery of Italian film icons like Federico Fellini and Michelangelo Antonini. Much like Antonini’s work, there’s a sense of ennui throughout each episode. Richard and Marge live comfortably, but there’s a sense that they are aware of their mediocrity. Marge keeps hammering away at her book on the coastal town of Atrani, but she seems to know it’s not great. Richard understands that he lives on his father’s work, who in turn exploits workers to generate his wealth, and that he hasn’t earned anything he has. At the same time, they like living comfortably, and whether they deserve it or not, they will keep it that way. Ripley just wants a slice, and when it becomes clear they are pushing him to leave, he decides he’ll take even more than that.

Each episode contains so much here, but not in the way of dialogue. Series director-writer Steven Zaillian lets scenes breathe and understands exposition doesn’t have to come from characters speaking. The camera can deliver all the information you need to know. It’s an idea that filmmakers like Hitchcock played with, juxtaposing two images to create an affect. A camera lingering on a heavy glass ashtray in one scene takes on a different meaning after that object is used in a crime. It becomes an ominous totem of evil left out in plain sight. We hold our breath when a visiting Roman detective flicks off his ashes in it. Ripley dances so close to the edge.

The show chooses not to make Ripley’s sexuality as clearly defined as the 1999 film does, which is a good thing. Apparently, Highsmith decided to play it with more nuance in the text, so here we have a Ripley who is attracted to men but maybe also women. Perhaps he’s not attracted to them at all, but studying them, envying what they have, calculating what use they could be to him. Ripley also isn’t some master of disguise or deceit. He tries things out, and they work most of the time. He poses as Richard for a long chunk of the show, but most people don’t care or notice. Several hotel desk clerks reveal that they can lie about almost anything for the right amount of coin in their palm.

Ripley comes to represent the con artist, a uniquely American figure. He’s the power of positive thinking taken to a dark, craven core. Anything Ripley sets his mind on, he can do, including murdering several people and disposing of their bodies. The crudeness of Ripley’s acts stands out the most, with an entire episode being taken up mainly by the protagonist getting rid of a body and running into trouble because of a broken elevator. His murders are never committed with much pre-meditation, either. Ripley grabs an object and beats someone over the head with it, revealing the impulsivity of his desires.

This was an absolutely remarkable series to watch, and it made me curious about picking up Highsmith’s novel and reading it sometime. Andrew Scott is one of the best actors working today and delivers such a rich, layered performance that sometimes feels like a magic trick. The supporting players all do fantastically, with the standout being Maurizio Lombardi as Inspector Ravini. He shows up in the last four episodes of the series, but I loved every second he was on camera. You may think Ripley has met his match, but that would be the expected direction the story would take. Instead, this show has more complex ideas in mind.'

[m00npaw]

Winter Soldier x Red Room/Widow Reader

Hey guys, here's a little "story snippet" from a story I invented (no I won't post the story, because I only invent/image them, but don't write them down, only snippets and/or fundamental (?) information 😅, sorry). I still hope you enjoy it.

P.S. English isn't my first language, so please excuse any wrong grammar.

Sidenote: The Winter Soldier is not always in 100%-Killer-mode but like when he kills the girls, he is 100%-Killer-mode/completely emotionless/Hydra has full control over him.

Plot: Saskia (or whatever name you want to give her, in my stories the "Main OC" always has this name😅) is a 9-year-old girl, that lives in the Red Room, around the 1950s (like Dottie from Agent Carter). One day Hydra shows up with the Winter Soldier and a group of 10-15 Widows from the age 9 and up, with different body types (weight, height etc.) and different training stages get selected to fight or rather survive him in 1-to-1-combat. They all must survive at least 5 minutes, if they step of the practice mat, they get immediately killed, the order of the Widows is random.

Saskia comes last, while being the least trained Widow, the lightest and smallest; she is about 4’0”/1,21m tall, the Winter Soldier about 6’0”/1,83m (so she reaches about to his belly). Due to her small form, everyone thinks she will die quickly, but to their surprise is she the only Widow to survive the 5 minutes, which makes her the only winner of the challenge. Her advantage was her intelligence and that she went last, because with that she was able to see the others mistakes (and some small successes) and learn the Winter Soldiers fighting style and behavior pattern. So instead of attacking him, she blocked his attacks, mostly ducked away and hid behind him, cause she only had to survive, not beating him. After her success, Hydra took her with them, so that the Winter Soldier could train her (she might also get the serum). During her time at the Hydra base, she shares a room with the Winter Soldier (they sleep in bunk beds). One night the Winter Soldier hears her tossing and turning around, while she’s crying half asleep.

S = Saskia (or whatever name you gave her), WS = Winter Soldier/Bucky, "..." = spoken text, *...* = actions/events (you will get it when you read it)

S: * tossing and turning in bed & crying half asleep*

WS: *getting up from the bunk bed, pulling Saskia out of bed & into his arms, one hand covering her mouth to muffling her sobs* "Shhhhh, don't let them hear you...if you must cry, do it silently...be emotionless, make them believe they broke you..."

S: *whimpers & tries to break free from his grip*

WS: *whispering in her ear* “No need to fight me…I won’t hurt you…please, just hide your feelings…they have to think they have the control…”

S: *sobs fade & tries saying something*

WS: *takes hand from her mouth*

S: *still crying a bit* "I-I ca-can't..."

WS: "Yes, you can...you need to, or they will take control...and trust me, you don't want that...use that brain of yours and do what you always did; survive and try to escape!"

S: "I'm tired of it...I-I can't anymore...” *sobs*

WS: *turns her around, to look at her, slowly caressing her cheek* "You need to..." *tear runs down his cheek*

S: “I don’t want to be a killer…”

WS: “Neither do I…but we keep have to go on these missions, to have a chance to escape…”

S: “What’s the point of escaping if you leave corpses behind to do it?”

WS: “Kill those that deserve it if you must and let those escape that don’t deserve to die…but don’t make it to obvious, or else they will wipe you and make you a killer.”

S: “That’s not possible…”

WS: *looking down, regretting what he said, because he's not able to do it either* “I know…”

S & WS: *tears run down their faces*

S: “So there’s no escape? They will make us kill innocent people?! I’m already having nightmares and I didn’t kill anyone yet…how should I get over it, if I finally do?”

WS: “I don’t know…but we at least need to try to get away…”

S: *cries into his shoulder* “Why was I so dumb and survived the challenge?”

WS: *hugs her tight* “To give me a reason not to give up…a new goal…”

S: *looks up to him confused* “What kind of goal?”

WS: “Keeping you safe…getting you out of here…”

S: “I thought it wasn’t possible?!”

WS: “Maybe, maybe not…but I will try…I promise…”

S & WS: *hugging each other & crying silently*

WS: *after a while, he lays back in bed with his little girl in his arms, hoping that someday they will get out of this hell*

Okay, that was dark and sad and at some point, sweet…I guess? So well, that was my “story snippet”, it’s up to you to decide, if they can escape or not. I hope that it makes some sense though. Feel free to leave your thoughts, reblogg (with credits 😅), make your own story out of it or whatever. Moonpaw out👋

[dankusner]

Truman Ca-potty  Is not nearly so dotty  As some of the people  Who went to his party.

[eisforeidolon]

During the recent jenmish meet and greet , which replaced the j2 one at vancon, Jensen was asked if it was about cas . He said , no, Steve wrote most of it, and for jensens part , he was writing it about something else , but he can see why people think it could be about cas , and maybe he was subconsciously influenced by spn. THAT is what dot is shouting about. Aka - another “you can have your interpretation” answer . Steve on a zoom call said he always imagined it being about a creepy angel you don’t want watching over you .

I remembered seeing discussion of this at the time, so I tracked down some posts for context. Here's a transcript of Steve's answer about the song including reference to being inspired by SPN and the 'creepy angel you don't want watching over you' bit [X]. Here's a discussion of the Jensen response from that M&G and how/why Goob was behind spreading lies as to what was actually said [X].

To be fair, it's exactly what I'd expect to be backing claims of something being undeniable from ol' dotty. Tell that lot five times what something is actually intended to be about and it goes in one ear and out the other, but say it has multiple possible meanings just once? A-HA! D/C is canon/what the song is about/the center of the universe! OMG PROOF (or "evidence" in this case). So undeniable!!!

There's a reason why their reports of what Jensen says in M&Gs and autos and ops is completely different from what he says openly in public. According to them, it's always some deep conspiracy where he has to hide The Truth for now from [pick one: the network, Jared, the audience, Santa Claus]. According to us and objective reality, the reason is they've been proven to be lying liars who lie over and over again.

[princesssarisa]

Oc Info Questions: Yakko, Wakko and Dot (Animaniacs)

FULL NAME: Yakko Warner, Wakko Warner, and Princess Angelina Contessa Louisa Francesca Banana Fanna Bo Besca Warner III

NICKNAME(S): None for the boys, "Dot" for their sister (but call her "Dottie" and you die).

FACECLAIM: N/A.

BIRTH: February 30th, 1930, or so their insane creator Lon Borax claims.

DEATH: N/A.

ZODIAC SIGN: Pisces.

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual.

GENDER: Male (Yakko), female (Dot), and non-binary with he/him pronouns (Wakko).

ORIGIN: Burbank, Los Angeles County, CA.

NATIONALITY: US American, though Wakko has a Liverpool accent just because it's funny.

FAMILY: Each other.

CHARACTERISTICS:

+ Funny, intelligent, witty, resourceful, friendly, fun-loving, energetic, fair-minded

– Mischievous, disrespectful, prone to annoying people (in a funny way), too horny toward the opposite sex

WEAPON OF CHOICE: Mallets, anvils, cannons, dynamite, Dot's pet monster, or anything else that's funny.

OTHER PERSONAL INFO: These three are worthy successors to the classic Loony Tunes characters and to the Marx Brothers. Maybe that explains why they let the Warner Bros. studio heads lock them in the water tower and stayed there for decades, even though, as cartoon characters who can teleport, they could have escaped at any time. In their birth era, they would have been in competition with other cartoons and comedians who in some ways were too much like them. But by escaping in the '90s, they helped to define the childhoods of countless '90s kids and became the icons they deserved to be.

[walkergirlsposts]

HAHAHAHA OK Dottie, keep believing this. "Without cas there's no Sam and Dean in heaven?" What??? Oh, and "that's the canon," thinking Dean and cas "loved each other." ���🤣🤣🤣No, but what kind of mallarky is this??? She watched a completely different show than we did. Lmfaooooooo

[jasper-juice98]

Yet ANOTHER new hyperfixation of mine coming in with an AU:

So first, Setting

So basically, humans AND vehicles co-exist. Humans created motorized vehicles originally as a way to revolutionize transport, but because of some crazy phenomena, vehicles spontaneously come to life upon being built, scientists since then have been trying to figure out why to the current day and age, but they both learned to co-exist. Planes/cars allow humans to ride in them either as a job (taxi or airlines) or if they're close friends, however driver seats are blocked off or can get removed entirely if a vehicle wants it removed. It would be like any regular vehicle as an inside screen acts as the windshield view that displays what the vehicle sees, it looks almost exactly like a regular windshield. So humans can ride within a vehicle like normal only they are alive, and you don't have control of them, so nobody can "own" one cuz that would literally just be slavery in this world pretty much, so public transport is pretty popular with sentient vehicles. A vehicle and human can be roommates/close friends and give them rides around, but nobody owns anybody. Plus, with history as a witness, both vehicles and humans are somewhat anxious about one another, one not having control and the other being scared of being hijacked.

Now, onto the characters! (Mostly Planes characters)

I've only made one main oc so far, here she is

Cassidy Calloway, as you can see, is a human. She's you're average, chill country girl who isn't afraid to get her hands dirty. She grew up on the outskirts of Propwash Junction on a larger than normal farm with her mother, Lydia Calloway, as the only parent to care for her. Cassidy's mom has only had a bit of help from a recently widowed cropduster, Sandra Crophopper, who's also struggling to raiser her own son (I want you to take a wild guess who that might be). Cassidy and Dusty grew up together. being friends since the ripe age of 3, they went through life together, all through elementary to highschool graduation. After grad, Cassidy left because she wanted to study at a huge college to become an engineer, as she previously was the town mechanic. Cas and Dusty stayed in touch for a little while after that, but life would soon have them drift apart...... Until recently. After Dusty established his racing and firefighting careers, the company Cas worked for was shut down which forced her to go back to her roots, reuniting her with Dusty after years of not hearing from eachother. Since then, they've been inseparable, almost like brother and sister, they practically considered eachother as such (subconsciously). Dusty has always trusted Cas and her alone as a co-pilot, mostly during long distance trips when they need to get somewhere that happens to be far. Cas comes to every single one of Dusty's races to watch him race, and she's become his personal, free mechanic (Dottie says good riddance but secretly misses dealing with Dusty's numb-skulled self, she won't admit it not even on her death bed). Plus, she has more of an advantage than Dottie as because of her human frame, she can reach in smaller and tighter spaces. Dusty and Cas are a duo till the end, soul siblings if you will.

There, my contribution to the Cars/Planes fandom

[shcnleys]

❆・:*｡( zoey deutch. twenty-seven. cis woman. ) | look who entered the cabin! it’s SHANLEY EVANS. SHE/HER is/are known for being the CATALYST of the group & that’s because they can be INDEPENDENT but also ARGUMENTATIVE. we bet they’re excited to be coming back to the cabin. they believe MADE YOU LOOK by MEGHAN TRAINOR is the best way to describe them. wonder what trouble they’ll be getting into this season. ( gigi. twenty-five. cst. )

* BASICS ...

FULL NAME : shanley nicole evans NICKNAME : shan, shanny ( family ) & insert nickname ur muse has for her AGE : twenty-seven BIRTHPLACE : small town, mi / tbd BIRTHDATE : february 8th 1995 ZODIAC : aquarius sun, leo moon, aries rising GENDER & PRONOUNS : cis woman & she/her ORIENTATION : bisexual and biromantic RELATIONSHIP STATUS : single / dating (npc) OCCUPATION : pilates instructor / influencer-ish (550K) PHYSICAL TRAITS : 5’4”, dark brown hair (dyed), hazel eyes TATTOOS : all of zoey’s CURRENT RESIDENCE : los angeles, ca FAMILY : richard 'rich' evans ( father ), dorothy 'dotty' evans ( mother ), hadley 'haddie' evans ( sister, 30 ), shenae 'shay' evans ( sister, 24 ) PETS : maryanne 'mims' renesmee ( cat ), mrs claus ( snow corn snake )

* BACKGROUND ...

born & raised in a small town in michigan. shanley's childhood was as 'normal' as you could imagine. one straight out of a disney film with a loving mother and father and two sisters (older & younger) who protected her. like your typical middle child, shanley did everything she could to stand out, putting on performances with her sisters and making sure to be the director, the producer & the lead. she refused to be in anyone's shadow - making sure to leave an impression on everyone in every room she walked in. in school, shanley never cared about her studies - doing her best to pass her classes (but girly is smart af,, think jess mariano from gilmore girls but *spoiler* actually graduates) and keep her in the extracurricular activities - volleyball & theater. she loved the attention & made it her goal to be the lead in almost every play , which always happened. loud & confident, she was the girl who made sure everyone around her was comfortable and not left out. definitely the one to call out the bully and protect the bullied. she was never scared of anything or anyone. it might be because of her parents who always reminded her to reach for the stars, nothing was impossible & if she fell, she would always have them to catch her. after high school, shanley knew school was not an option. only attending community college to have a back up plan and to please her parents. she received her associates degree in business management while taking pilates classes and completing a training program to become certified. soon after, winter house was proposed to the group & with this new found fame, shanley took it as an opportunity to chase her dreams. she moved to los angeles where she does press for the show & instruct classes three times a week.

* PERSONALITY ...

LIKES : cold brew, snacks, tattoos, flirting, teakwood, shots of tequila, being center of attention, sunshine, laughter DISLIKES : loud chewing, obnoxious scents, rude people, staying in on the weekends, liars, cloudy days AESTHETIC : blowing on dandelions to make a wish, car rides with no destination, spending hours in vintage stores, 90s fashion, wind in your hair, flipping off cameras. CHARACTER PARALLELS : cheryl blossom ( riverdale ), samantha jones ( sex & the city ), maddy perez ( euphoria ), gabrielle solis ( desperate housewives ), cece parekh ( new girl ), & jennifer check ( jennifer's body ) TV PERSONALITY PARALLELS : sammi sweetheart ( jersey shore ), ariana madix ( vanderpump rules ), ashley darby ( rhop ), kate chastain ( below deck ), nicole richie ( simple life ), dr. nicole martin (rhom) SIGNATURE SCENT : floral, vanilla / perfume : GUCCI FLORA Gorgeous Gardenia FAVORITE DRINK : lemon drop martini / green tea shots FAVORITE FILM : dirty dancing FAVORITE SHOW : gilmore girls FAVORITE FOOD : pasta ( gnocchi ) & truffle fries HOBBIES : hiking, crocheting, bidding on vintage t-shirts on ebay GUILTY PLEASURE SONG : steal my girl - one direction PINTEREST : here

* WANTED ... PLOTS PAGE

[dotties-flowers]

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[nephilimmoretti]

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[tanydi]

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[practicalrecords]

Transmute feeling with an emotive evening of performance celebrating the release of “Stories” on Practical Records. 

Mo Dotti Tyler Holmes Emily Lucid

Presented by Pehrspace

2220 Arts + Archives 2220 Beverly Blvd, Los Angeles, CA 90057

Doors 7pm Concert 8pm

$15 / $10 community tickets via DM

Mo Dotti is an ethereal noise pop group from Los Angeles, CA.

Tyler Holmes’ work reminds us that we are always in one spiral or another, spiraling out in exasperation, downward out of despondency, or inward toward oneself. The Wire calls Holmes’ work ‘Beautiful, at times frightening, confronting listeners and their complacency while holding space for a collective catharsis.’ They perform with a constantly changing electro-acoustic arrangement exploring what humanity is left in electronic music, always finding new ways to showcase an intimate horror. They released their most recent LP ‘Nightmare In Paradise’ in 2021 on Ratskin Records. Most recently Holmes' released their music video "To Accept" via Paper Magazine.

Emily Lucid is a trans female, Jewish and disabled thinker and maker focused primarily on the question of ‘performance’. A graduate of CalArts: Lucid is an experimental writer, performance/visual/sound artist, curator, and actress. Lucid’s work deals with her interest in transgender rights, psychology, technology and beauty. She has read, performed, curated and exhibited at galleries, theaters, web portals and festivals across Los Angeles and beyond.

[hollywoodumc-harmonytolucalake]

On Sunday, we welcomed our new Bishop to the CalPac Conference. Here is a picture of Larry, Rev. Kathy and Bishop Dottie Escobedo-Frank at her Installation Service last Sunday. . . . #InstallationService #CalPac #Bishop #hollywood #HollywoodUMC #Community #HUMC #HarmonyTL #TolucaLake #StudioCity #Burbank #NoHo #Inclusivechurch #affirmingchurch #churchfamily #AllAreWelcome (at First United Methodist Church Pasadena, CA) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoKg-sbujKA/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=