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The moment when Lloyd Cole takes off his NHS specs and you realise beneath that facade of ironic, detached intellectual, he is actually a total heartthrob
#Lloyd Cole#Lloyd Cole and the Commotions#my 80s#can you imagine they used to let men like this be pop stars
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L. KENNEDY, C. REDFIELD, C. OLIVEIRA X READER (SEPARATE)
ೃ⁀➷ sypnosis; christmas hc’s
ೃ⁀➷ warnings; none! pure fluff
ೃ⁀➷ author’s note; ho ho ho merry christmas idc if its nov its christmas time… do ppl drink on christmas? we do so idek? icl this is all like stuff i made up bcos i don’t celebrate christmas like this but wtv we roll #wesołychświąt
C. OLIVEIRA
do not let this man near the kitchen. everything that can go wrong goes WRONG
ask him to take something out the oven, he drops it. ask him to stir something in the bowl he stirs too vigorously and it goes flying all over the counters
he’s a pain. he’s distracting. constantly getting infront of you with the mistletoe, thinking he’s slick by trying to sneak in kisses. constantly sneaking bites of food whenever he thinks you’re not looking (you are, and you smack his hands away with a spoon)
one thing he’s actually good at and enjoys is cookie decorating. he’ll make little gingerbread men of you two and make them so damn detailed. makes one for jill too, though with less care and her face ends up a bit… strange
he’s THAT person which is always ringing everyone, friends and family, wishing them a merry christmas and sends them stupid gifs slavic babcias love so much (if u dont know what i mean then☹️)
LOVES the whole aspect of the christmas tree yet hates putting it together, it pisses him off to no end and half way through ends up calling you over to help him… definitely picks you up so that you can put the star on top
if he gets an ugly christmas sweater you best believe he’s wearing it for the full day, no shame
L. KENNEDY
depends which leon we’re talking about
younger leon puts in more effort, older leon genuinely can’t be fucked to do much
walks around with a trash bag when everyone’s opening presents so there’s no mess on the floor
your guys’ house is literally the christmas function. every year. mostly due to you inviting everyone round and deciding to host it, much to leon’s annoyance but he doesn’t mind THAT much since he loves you!!
definitely the best gift giver. for some damn reason he just knows what everyone wants, genuinely no explanation for it. he just does
he’s such a sweetheart, constantly asking you if you need help with anything in the kitchen or whether you need him to pop to the store for anything
he 100% sang carols when he was younger. just imagine 7 year old leon, hair gelled back, button up shirt, stood infront of the tv singing carols (lets pretend he didn’t have all that trauma okay)… get him to sing again, he might cave once he’s drunk enough with chris
on the topic of chris, something ALWAYS happens when the pair have had a few and aren’t sober any longer. something always gets broken for some reason
one year, they randomly got up and started dancing. leon went flying into the christmas tree and took it down with him.
i hc him as having a rather large sweet tooth, so he’s always down for some cookie decorating! it’s rather sloppy and they end up looking questionable most of the time, but he ends up eating half of them before he’s even fully finished decorating so that’s not much of a problem anyways
C. REDFIELD
santa. need i say more?
nag him constantly to wear a santa outfit or atleast a santa hat. he will cave eventually
DEFINITELY gets a wallet for christmas every damn year without fail, yet doesn’t even use the damn wallets
him in the kitchen helping you out is definitely… something. he doesn’t know how to measure - what the fuck is a cup?
you asked him to help you out and stuff the turkey. he walked out the kitchen.
gets claire shitty gifts on purpose but then gives her her ACTUAL gift. they’re siblings after all, he can’t help it, old habits die hard
hates decorating the outside of the house. it’s his nightmare. all the stupid lights, just no
goes CRAZY on your gift. it’s like a little reward for all the effort you go through every year, and it’s always something you wanted badly and doesn’t fail to put a smile on your face
he’s not necessarily a fan of sweet things, but hot chocolate? that’s a completely different story entirely, you end up having to send him to buy milk since he drank the whole damn carton and there’s none left by the time you get around to actually preparing for dinner
like leon, sits there with a trash bag. he gives such dad vibes i can’t stop imagining it
him and leon ultimate christmas duo after a few drinks. all of a sudden chris is in the biggest christmas spirit ever and can’t get last christmas out his head
best thing is? he’s not even too big on christmas. he actually celebrates it just because of you, what a sweetheart
#ೃ⁀➷. olka’s bs#resident evil#leon kennedy#leon kennedy x reader#leon scott kennedy x reader#chris redfield#chris redfield x reader#carlos oliveira#carlos oliveira x reader#resident evil 4#resident evil 5#resident evil 3
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P0rn Star!Eddie and a reader who has never cum from being eaten out 👀 and he’s like “are you serious??? Open your legs” lol
oh man he would take that as such a challenge!
i imagine him just being in complete shock when you tell him that. what do you mean you’ve never cum from that before? were all the guys you were with before just awful at it, or did they really not know what they were doing? eddie would shake his head in complete disbelief, but he would have a proposition for you. how about he makes you cum from it? how about he puts his skills to good use and lets you see what you’ve been missing?
you can’t say no, of course.
he has you sit on his face, while he lies on his bed. he would absolutely go to town on you, not wasting a single moment with teasing or even being slow. he’s massaging that piercing through your pussy, he’s sucking on your clit, he’s doing a combination of sucking the clit while flicking the tongue piercing across it, he’s fucking you on his tongue, and he’s gripping your thighs like a vice as he’s doing it. you moan above him, grinding against his tongue, which only encourages him to keep going.
“you taste so good, baby,” he breathes, moaning as he continues eating you out. “bet you’re going to make such a nice mess all over my face soon, aren’t you?”
“mmm hmm,” you say. “can’t you breathe, though? i’m not smothering you?”
“fuck no,” he says, flicking his piercing against your clit again. “and even if you were? what a beautiful fucking way to go.”
“but—“ you begin, cut off with another moan as he fucks you rapidly on his tongue.
“no buts,” he says, sucking and licking his way back to your clit. “you just sit back and relax, baby. this is your night.”
you can’t protest further, mostly because he’s so fucking good that you can’t find the words. he’s desperately eating you out, moaning against you as his mouth works your cunt, the feeling of his warm tongue & cool metal of the piercing a delicious combination. you feel dizzy, euphoric, and it’s a sensation you’ve never felt before. your stomach is also growing tight, and it becomes more so with every swipe of his tongue, every suck, every fuck, every movement. he nuzzles his face back & forth, growling as he does so, pushing you down further against his face as you moan filthily above him.
“christ, you taste so good,” he pants, reaching down with one hand to palm himself over his boxers. “you’re turning me on so goddamn much.”
“let me touch you,” you beg, swatting his hand away and beginning to touch him. “please.”
“okay, baby,” he says, grabbing your hips and gliding you along his tongue. “you’re so wet, baby. were you ever this wet for them?”
“no,” you reply, pulling his cock out and licking your lips. you’d seen his movies before, but his dick was so much prettier & bigger in person. the piercing at the head caught the lamplight, and you began to jerk him off eagerly as his movements became faster, jerkier, his moans sending vibrations through your soaking, aching pussy. “i’m close, I think.”
“okay, baby,” he says, keeping up the same rhythms. he doesn’t change a thing, which is something you’re grateful for. all the men before either stopped, went too fast, or changed it in other ways. “cum for me. let it go.”
it doesn’t take much longer for you to do just that. you squirt him in the face, and he moans against your sensitive cunt. he keeps going, and you push away from him as it becomes too much. he stops, laying you on the bed and kissing you hungrily. you can taste yourself on his lips and his tongue, and it drives you absolutely wild. you make out with him for a moment before turning him over, straddling him as you brace your hands on his chest. you smirk at him, and he traces your lips with his thumb. you take the thumb into your mouth and suck on it, maintaining eye contact as both of you moan.
“how good did that feel, hm?” he asks, pressing his thumb against your tongue.
“so good,” you say as you pop off, kissing his palm as he cups your cheek. “better than when i do it myself.”
“yeah?” he asks, slapping your ass with both ringed hands before squeezing it. “wait until i fuck you.”
“later,” you say, leaning down to start sucking one of his pierced nipples.
“later?” he asks, groaning as you tug the nipple in your teeth.
“mmm hmm,” you hum.
“why later?” he asks.
“it’s your turn now,” you say, making your way down his body until you reach his throbbing, huge erection. “how bad do you want it?”
“so bad,” he pants, looking down at you. “please.”
“well, since you asked so nicely…” you say with a wicked smirk, placing kisses all over his shaft and playing with his balls. “just sit back and enjoy, eddie.”
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mini taglist; @littledemondani @andvys @wroteclassicaly @succubusmunson @eddieschains @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @mothball-munson @trashmouth-richie @happylilthought @sunkillerdreamer @reidsbtch @keikoraven @eiightysixbaby
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson x fem reader#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x you#eddie munson blurb#eddie munson smut#stranger things blurb
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Go to hell
Title: Go to hell
Written for @buckybarnesbingo (Round 6)
Card: B004
Collaborator(s): Holylulusworld
Square Filled: K4: "Oh, hell no."
Ship/Main Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Ex!Reader
Rating: Mature
Major Tags/Triggers/Warnings: jealousy, ex! sugar babe trope, mentions of daddy kink (but no one is into it), groping, fluff, hopeful ending
Summary: He let you go.
Word Count: 1,3k+
BBB BuckyBarnesBingo 2024 masterlist
Written in Bucky’s PoV
She does it on purpose. I just know it.
Why else would she waste her beauty and grace on someone like him?
He’s old enough to be her father, and I’m sure she doesn’t have a daddy kink or daddy issues. I know her well, and she never showed any signs of being into men double her age.
She came here to my party with that man I despise the most. Not weeks ago, she was mine and screamed my name.
I said the wrong things after that night. I saw our relationship in a different light and had to make myself clear.
Now she hangs on that grandfather’s arm like a random arm candy, not the goddess she is. My girl always hated men treating her like a stupid bimbo. She is smart, and charismatic, but hides it well to play the perfect doll for this man.
I unclench my metal fist because, if I don’t, I’ll break that guy’s face. He leans closer to whisper something in her ear and Y/N giggles like a schoolgirl.
That’s not the noise she made when I whispered filthy things in her ear. She whimpered my name, and her knees buckled.
What she does with that man is all for show. She pretends to be with him to get back at me for not fulfilling her wish to make things between us official.
“If you keep in staring at her, you’ll hurt yourself,” Ayo smirks at me before turning her gaze toward the woman I was watching all night instead of enjoying the party. “I wonder how she ended up with him. I thought you and Y/N were going steady.”
“She was fun for a while,” I brush Ayo’s question off. I made my decision and won’t discuss it with people working for me. “Now the fun is over, and she can go out with whoever she wants to.”
“Says the man watching her all night,” ever the observant bodyguard she watched me all night only to find her boss staring at my ex-girlfriend…or rather sugar babe. “If that was my woman, I’d go over there and stab that old man’s face for grabbing her ass.”
“Grabbing her ass?” I jerk my head toward Y/N only to find her smiling at the guy. I exhale sharply when she pushes her ass into his crotch to grind into him.
Ayo dips her head to look at me. “It’s not too late, White Wolf.” She says before turning to take her place in the shadows to have my back like she always does. “Why don’t you go over there and show that little man whom your woman belongs to���?”
My shadow is not wrong. I could go over there and show that bastard Y/N belongs with me. But do I want to? If I step on that man’s toes, it means trouble. Even worse, Y/N will believe that I’m jealous of that old man.
“Ayo said you need my help.” I roll my eyes when Steve stands next to me. He tried to talk me into winning Y/N over the last few days. “How can I help you?” Steve smirks at me, like the cocky bastard he is. “Do you want me to bring her here? I can just throw her over my shoulder.”
“Why are you all so obsessed with her? I don’t want her back. She can fuck whoever she wants to. Even that old man’s dick,” I huff, and look away when she rubs herself against the man’s body.
“Do you want her to fuck him? Imagine she rides him, and he gets a heart attack,” Steve tries to be funny, but I can’t laugh. “She’s meant to be yours, not some old bastard’s toy.”
“She chose him,” I shrug. “And she won’t come back to me. I cannot offer what she wants from me.”
“A good dick?” Steve snickers.
“Commitment.”
“What did Beyoncé say?” God, I hate my best friend when he quotes songs. “Ah, yeah. If you like what you see put a ring on it.”
“You’re not helpful,” I sneer at Steve. “Stop quoting pop stars.”
“Punk. Beyoncé is not a pop star. She’s a goddess…” He grins before downing his drink. “If I had the chance with your girl, I’d put a ring on her finger.”
“You are a slut and love to whore around, Stevie,” I know Steve better than he knows himself. “You’ll never put a ring on a girl’s finger.”
“Maybe not her finger,” he gives me the dirtiest smirk in the history of dirty smirks. “I know better body parts to put rings on. I know that girl wearing a ring on her pussy lips.”
“I didn’t need to know that” I decide to get fresh air. If I stare at Y/N a little longer I’ll change my mind and break that old man’s face.
“Oh, hell no,” I hiss under my breath. All I wanted was to get fresh air, and now I’m staring at her backside because she had the same thought. She’s sticking her ass out, making her short dress rid up. I can see her panties, and my cock stirs in my pants. Treacherous bastard.
She turns around, and my stupid heart does somersaults when she looks me up and down. Y/N smirks, tongue poking out to wet her too-red lips. I remember she loved to leave my cock stained with her favorite color.
“You’ve got to be shitting me!” She exclaims loudly. “Where is he? What did you do to him?”
“I did nothing to your gramps. Why would I? It’s not as if he touched what’s mine,” I snap at her, and she flinches. I regret my harsh words because she turns around to not look me in the eyes.
“Well, then leave me alone. He’ll be back in a minute. At least he’s not afraid to show anyone that he loves having me around.”
She ignores me then, staring into the distance as I stand behind her to admire her ass for a little longer. “Why him?”
“Why not?” There was venom in her voice, but her shoulders shook for a second. “After you tossed me out, I had to get back up and move on.”
“By selling yourself to that slimy bastard?” I don’t know why, but I grab her arms to press her against my chest. “Tell me love.” I nuzzle her neck. “Does he fuck you as good as I did?”
“He needed someone to pretend he still got it. And I needed someone to take care of me. Love didn’t work out for me so, that’s all I get for the time being,” she answers honestly as I drop my hands to her waist. “A limp dick, and a man believing I’m nothing but a doll he can dress and show off.”
She holds her breath when I kiss her neck. “How about I remind you how good it feels to be taken care of by a man not giving a shit on you.”
“Oh, Steve will finally make a move?” I chuckle at her comeback. “I didn’t know he’s into me but why not? I’m free as a bird.”
“Come to my bedroom, doll,” she sighs at the pet name, but doesn’t give in so easily. “Forget about him.”
“I told you that I can’t do this with you any longer,” her voice trembles as she struggles to not give in to my advances. “Love wasn’t in your plans. You told me so.”
“What if…” I bite my tongue for a second and take a deep breath. Maybe she doesn’t care for the old man and his dick. But soon enough someone will come along to turn her world upside down. “I’ll put a ring on that finger one day?”
“One day?” She sounds surprised but allows me to slip my hand between her quivering thighs. I find her panties soaked, and her pussy in need of my touch.
“How about we talk about our relationship in my bedroom?” I purr in her ear. “I promise you won’t regret it.”
“I can’t leave him all alone.”
“You can,” I nip at her earlobe, “and will, baby doll. If you do, I’ll put a ring on that finger…”
Part 2
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#bucky barnes#bbb2024#buckybarnesbingo2024#mafia au#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes x female reader#Go to hell#x reader#female reader
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Finally someone said this, Taylor has much more in common with Joe Jonas than with Sophie Turner. Swifties complaining about Joe Jonas behaviour while stanning Taylor is hipocrisy.
About Joe Alwyn, he loves life in England, away from public scrutinity, he has mental health issues, he was in a relationship with a singer and has less power that his partner. Dont this remember you someone?
Because hes a man people overlook the power dynamic between them, and lets not forget that when he met her he just left drama school, was shooting his first movie, she was already a pop star. Her songs often paints a woman insecure and jealous, acusing him of things he dont do, fighting with him until he is ''broken and blue". Imagine if the roles were reverse.
Taylor is in a rare position where even though she is a woman, she holds more power than MANY men in the industry. And she 200% held way more power in her relationship with Joe Alwyn than the other way around. And she didn’t hesitate in trying to paint him in the worst possible light, and weaponize her fan base against him. And now she’s inserting herself into the Sophie/Joe Jonas drama as if she hadn’t done the same and hadn’t used the same machine against her ex, much like Joe Jonas is doing against Sophie Turner.
But I suspect she’s using the situation to her advantage, especially after the Matty Healy fiasco. She’s how coming across as a “girl’s girl”, a feminist ally, the hero friend supporting a fellow woman against a shitty man. I wonder where was this energy when her bf was getting off on women of color being brutalized in p*rn but I think Taylor’s empathy extends only to white women and only when it can benefit her somehow.
There are several articles in big media outlets reporting their outing, and all of them with heavy focus on… Taylor! Her “stylish” outfit. HER relationship with Joe Jonas (as if a 3 month teenage relationship can be compared to a 4 years marriage with two children). How she is showing an stance against media manipulation and men trying to demonize women by supporting Sophie Turner. People Magazine even came out with a “Taylor Swift and Sophie Turner friendship timeline” filed with moments where Sophie showed how much of a fan she is of Taylor (and very little of Taylor showing support to Sophie btw).
It’s all very ridiculous. But at least Sophie is getting something out of this, and Joe Jonas is being dragged through the mud once more which is what he deserves.
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yeah we need an immediate press release from you on ~The Prologue~
i literally do not care about it at all like. you know my stance on the usefulness/health of taylor constantly going backwards and relitigating the emotional reality of her life in the past….. but the prologue just made me really sad and reemphasizes that for the hell the media scrutiny put her through, she made it even worse for herself (i’m not saying that in a way that Blames taylor but, she pathalogically cannot and could not let things go and find out who she was outside of rumors and reputation). imagine being 24 and deciding you can never be seen with men in case it makes rumors worse, imagine building yourself a wall of female friendship while thinking, in the forefront of your mind, this will save me. it’s sad!! but like she did fully feel like an animal in a cage constantly being hunted and that’s traumatizing. so the line everyone thinks is “slamming gaylors” reads to me more like. there was nothing i could do to escape this.
i don’t care to do another whole elementary school primer on how being gay isn’t a bad thing, being straight isn’t the default blah blah blah blah but it doesn’t matter. to her, any commentary or assumptions about her personal life made from her public life was painful. which is an extremely difficult lens to live under for so long.
but at this point it’s hard for me to be like 🥺🥺🥺 about any of this when she’s currently engaged in the most obnoxious PR stint of recent memory, swiftie’s sense of entitlement and boundary crossing has only been ENCOURAGED with the “vulnerability” and retreading of old ground in the re-records, and people on twitter are like FINALLY mother is telling those dykes how disgusting and deviant she thinks they are!!!
i hope that this exercise is somehow healing for taylor, and that she’s able to experience the reclamation she’s talking about. but for me personally? i know this music. i remember who i was and what life was like when i got this music for the first time. i know how it made me feel and how it still makes me feel and all the friendship and love it’s brought into my life. i do not care for the overall project that feels, to me, like torturing taylor’s younger self AND throwing a preemptive eulogy for her. i’ve never wanted to know less about anyone in my LIFE and i hope in general that she gets what she needs from this era so she can move on and look to the future and allow herself to experience new things in both her life and music without like. the aforementioned torture.
but at the end of the day she is a pop star. my relationship to her is as a fan of a musical artist. i don’t need all of This and it’s not my responsibility to engage with the music in a way that other fans thinks will Annoy Her The Least. i am a normal person with a healthy sense of boundaries and as such it is not my responsibility to look out for what other people think is taylor swift’s mental health. so im feeling fine ❤️
#side note nothing in the Statement reads as a denial of anything so like whatever fjdjjjdn#if anything the rabid taytravis people should also look at themselves#taylor swift
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The Hollow Men
Part 1, part 2
Part three of The Way the Stars Love the Heavens series.
Contains: Fluff, slow burn, unresolved feelings, angst, violence, blood, death, a cliffhanger. Not beta read, likely full of mistakes.
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This is the way the world ends
You stood in the briefing room with all eyes on you, and Price had a smile a mile wide on his face. Your translations were front and centre, and your laptop, which someone must have collected from your office, was open on the table. Price nodded a greeting to everyone as they walked in, then gestured towards you. "The boys gave me the rundown but I want to hear it right from you."
You blinked, unsure of what he was talking about. "It's all in the files sir, I'm not quite sure what more I can offer." There was that look from Ghost again, the same one he gave you when you stopped yourself from telling them about the American theory.
Price nodded. "We all know how thorough your work is y/n, that's not the issue here. I want to hear what you think, not want you know."
You took a deep breath, there was no point in protesting again. "He's in his late thirties to early forties, from the south and highly educated, but it came late, my guess is in the military. He acts like he likes the person he's talking to but he doesn't and judging by the last few communications, he's planning something big."
Price reached into his vest and pulled a memory card out. "So far, all your translations have been from text right?" You nodded, and he continued. "How long would it take you to translate a disguised voice?"
He handed you the card and you understood what he was asking. "A few seconds, I wouldn't even need to do anything, there's software that will clean it." You placed the card into your laptop and started the programs, and a stillness fell over the room as it worked through the file.
The speakers popped to life, and a voice came through them. "Yeah, yeah, I get you. But now that it's done, I'm not going to be his bitch boy anymore."
"You were right, love." Ghost turned to the group, his eyes hard and filled with anger. "That's Graves."
Soap had told you everything that went down in Las Alams, you knew this was serious. "Umm, I'm going to go, I'm probably just going to get in the way now."
"You'll stay right where you are." The only time Ghost had been that curt with you was the first time you met, and it lasted a total of two hours. "Who do you think he's talking to?"
You thought for a moment, going back over all his conversations in your head. "I think it's someone on the outside, someone he complains to. And I think the person he's referring to is now very dead or about to be."
You were waiting for the blow up, for someone to finally crack and for the rage to pour free. After everything they went through, you could only imagine how they felt.
"I need to contact Los Vaqueros and let them know that Las Almas might be in danger." You understood why Alejandro was so upset, after the dust settled with Hassan, the 141 returned to Las Almas to finally stamp out the cartel. Alejandro and Rudy only agreed to join now because they knew their home was safe.
Price nodded. "Go, we'll send some axillary men. We don't want you and Rudy to go home just yet." He swallowed and turned back to you. "Is there anything else you can tell us? I don't care how small it is."
You took a deep breath, you weren't used to being this important. "I know he's planning something. At first, he seemed unsure of himself, like he was figuring everything out but after a while, that went away. It would take me hours to explain word choice and syntax and punctuation, it might be time you don't have."
"Then you better talk fast because we need to know whatever's in your brain." For the first time, you wished Ghost didn't have so much faith in you.
****
They never interrupted, but the questions came thick and fast, and the more they learned, the more complex the questions got. It felt like you were teaching them linguistics and psychology all at once. But the room got tenser the more you talked, and there was clearly something they were understanding that you weren't. By the time you were done, they all looked ready to kill.
"I'm going to take all of this to Laswell, you should be ready to roll out at a moment's notice." Price's tone was short, you had no idea what was going on, and he left in such a hurry that you knew something was wrong.
"Did I do something wrong? Please tell me I didn't neglect to tell you something important?" Your thoughts started to race, something very serious was going on.
Soap shook his head. "No doll, you didn't. You've been a big help, really." When he saw that his words brought you no comfort, he kept going. "You wouldn't have known the stuff you told us was important unless you had worked with Graves. Really, y/n, you're a lifesaver."
You breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. "Oh thank God, I was really starting to like this job."
The room let out a chuckle and everyone started to pile out, just as you crossed the threshold, Ghost turned to you and stopped you with a hand on your shoulder. "I'm posting men outside your office and dorm when we're not here and I don't want you taking your morning walk alone anymore." His tone left no room for argument.
"Am I in danger?" It was the last place you'd expect to be at risk, despite the circumstances, you had always felt safe on base.
He shook his head. "No, but I just want to make sure. Graves is a bad man and if he thinks you helping us will end him, he will do anything to stop that." You understood what he was saying, trust no one. "I'll assign them personally, you don't need to worry about that."
You nodded. "Ok then. Thank you for listening to me today, it really means the world to me that you guys think what I have to say matters."
You could see the smile in his eyes as he reached up to brush your cheek with the back of his hand. "We'll pick up that other conversation, love, I just gotta deal with this first."
You truly hoped whatever they were doing wouldn't take long, you might explode if you had to wait any longer to tell him the truth about how you felt about him. "I'd like that."
****
The base was a rush for hours before you saw Ghost again and when he knocked on your office door, he wasn't alone.
"Y/n, this is Denise Peters and Arin Moss. Moss will be on the day shift and Peters will be on the night shift. You do not leave their sight." It was a small base and you had talked to both of them before, they both seemed alright. Peters was a little too arrogant for your tastes, but none of that mattered, if Ghost trusted them, so did you.
You nodded. "Alright. Maybe it will be good to have an extra pair of hands."
He smiled, waved them away and closed the door before sitting on the corner of your desk. "I think we have something to talk about love?" He paused and reached up, pulling his mask free as he leaned in close. His umber eyes looked over your face, and you placed a hand on his cheek as he brought his hand up so he could stoke your face.
You were too caught up in the moment to utter the words, he already knew anyway, he made that much clear every time he looked at you. "We do."
You leaned in closer, resting your forehead on his as you brushed his nose with yours. Your lips touched in a barely there graze and his hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck as he shifted to pull you closer. You were stuck between confessing and finally kissing him but it seemed Simon had made up his mind because your lips brushed again as he went to speak. "Y/n, love. I love.."
"Ghost wheels up in ten." You glared at the flung open door, Price was standing there stock still, staring at both of you, his eyes going back and forth as he figured out what to do.
Simon had pulled away from you and was pulling his mask back over his face when you lost it. "You have the worst fucking timing known to man, did you know that?"
He nodded and glanced at the floor. "It seems so." His face fell and he gave you an apologetic look. "There's no time to continue your conversation, I'm sorry."
He left and Ghost followed, his hand lingering in yours as he went. "I'll be back soon love."
You nodded. "Yeah, be safe." You daren't say the words, it felt like bad luck.
****
It had been three long days since they left, with only a few words over the radio since and to say you were over it was an understatement. Arin Moss was a jovial young man who could talk for hours, he made Simon being away easy. But Peters was only just tolerable, he kept his distance and spoke when spoken to, which got lonely after a while, no one wants to feel like their company is a chore. Despite everything, you understood why Simon assigned him to you, he picked up on every detail, and you never needed to tell him something twice.
Tonight was no different, you were in the small kitchen getting a snack while he stood against the wall eating an apple and you must have said two words to each other since he started his shift. "You seem busy tonight?"
You blinked away your shock and nodded. "Yeah, I'm working on an old stone tablet, I tend to get lost in the dusty stuff."
He let out a single laugh. "Why didn't you go into archaeology?" The sudden interest in you felt strange but there was no one else to talk to, the 141 section of the base was always quiet.
You snorted. "I have a PhD in it, I'm just better with languages." Had it been one of the guys who had asked, you would have given more detail but something told you Peters wasn't interested in an explanation.
"Wow. You're a smart women, I can see why Ghost likes you so much." That struck you as odd, he normally worked in another building and unlike most bases, there wasn't a lot of gossip going around.
You took your grilled cheese out of the sandwich press and turned it off before offering him half, along with a question. "What makes you say that?"
He flashed you a slight smile. "He's put two men on you to keep you safe, he wouldn't do that if he didn't care about you."
You nodded. "I guess you're...."
BANG BANG BANG
"What the hell was that?" He looked around and handed you back the plate. "I don't know but I'm going to go see what it was. Stay here."
He ran off and you went to sit down and eat but before you pulled out your chair, there was another bang, louder this time, then alarms started to go off.
The base was under attack.
The chuff chuff of a helicopter sounded overhead and your heart started to race, and the air was filled with the sound of gunshots. Another bang, this one had you getting up and to shut and lock the door, it sounded like a door close by had just been broken open. Then more shooting and men yelling, it was getting closer and closer.
The guys had told you what to do if this ever happened, grab the closest weapon and use it on anyone you didn't recognise, so that's what you did. You went to the draw and, grabbed the longest knife you could find and waited. It didn't take long, the light flickered and you saw men rushing by in the door's small glass window before the lights went out and you were bathed in almost darkness that made it hard to see anything.
You protested at first when the 141 wanted you to join them while they trained, you had to meet basic firearms and hand to hand proficiency to work on the base, you could look after yourself. But right now, crouched behind the door frame, ready to stab the first person through the door, you were grateful they had insisted.
There was no call out as the footsteps got closer and you knew what was coming, the handle twisted and the door opened and you lunged. You topped your class in Biology, you didn't need anyone to tell you where to aim the knife. The feeling was strange as the knife went into his neck, hard and soft all at once. He made a strange sound and you shoved him away from you, the blade staying in your hand as he fell.
Your eyes had adjusted to the dark by now and you looked down at the man, he was reaching for his gun but his hands were failing him and with one more beat of his heart, he was dead. The adrenaline racing through your veins made it hard to feel anything but the urge to run but you were aware of the wet metallic stickiness that was clinging to parts of you.
There were more gunshots, the muzzle flashes lighting up the hallway as they went off. You went over to the body and grabbed what you could, his custom helmet and vest were out of the question but his crackling radio would at least help if more were coming, so would his gun.
You had to get out of the kitchen and walking through the door wasn't an option, neither was waiting but you didn't have the chance to think because another round of gunshots went off and then there was another flash of movement in the hallway and the dead body in the room had stolen the element of surprise.
You didn't get the chance to raise the gun before you were bodyslammed into the kitchen counter. "You struggle and I hurt you." You didn't listen and a swift kick to his groin had him going limp and doubling over. You thought fast and grabbed the sandwich press before swinging it down onto the unprotected back of his neck.
You threw the appliance down on his back and took your only option and ran, but he had recovered and yanked your ankle hard, you managed to grab the edge of the table to soften your way down. He pulled himself towards you as you tried to pull yourself away but it was too late and he was pissed. "I told you I hurt.."
BANG
Someone grabbed the back of your shirt as the body fell on top of you and pulled you up, it was Peters. He looked at the other body on the floor and gave you a nod. "Good fucking work." He listened to his cracking radio and looked around. "We need to go now."
You nodded. "If you can get me to my office I can get us out, there's an old service door behind the shelves."
He placed a hand on your shoulder and all but pushed you out the door. "I think I can but you stay behind me, and if I'm shooting at something, you shoot too."
It felt strange to accept that so readily, killing was easier than you thought it would be. You had made it halfway down the hall before it started away, it was hard to suppress the urge to duck as the shooting roared behind you, even more so when Peters shot a man who popped up out of a connecting hallway in your path.
There were bodies everywhere, both sides, and it struck you as strange that you were almost at your door with only one encounter. "What's going on?"
He didn't glance back. "What do you think. We're almost there."
You didn't relax when you reached your office, even as he cleared the room so you could go inside. You ran over to the shelving and he helped you push it aside. A few hard pushes on the door got it open and he pointed his gun down the tunnel as he looked both ways before waving you in.
There was even less light here, and Peters' flashlight and the one you had taken from the dead man only did so much. The door shutting didn't give you any relief, they had to have had the blueprints and it was only a matter of time before they came looking. For a moment, your thoughts drifted to Simon, you hoped he was on his way back here but deep down, you knew that communication would have been the first thing they took out.
Your mind raced to find something that told you who these men were but there was nothing, the dead man's uniform and the bodies around the hallways didn't have any patches on their vests, just grenades and magazines.
You paused in the hallway and looked at to the door as your blood ran cold. "What is it?"
You swallowed, you hoped your lie was convincing. "Nothing, I'm just worried about the guys."
The clicking of a holster told you he didn't buy it.
"What gave me away?"
Part 4
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As someone who might be on the ace spectrum myself (I'm still not sure, I don't like labels, but a lot of the descriptions people give ring true to me), I LOVE the idea that Jess might also be on the ace spectrum. Especially since we don't see him with ANYONE besides Shane and Rory. And even with Shane, he's so PASSIVE. I'm trying to remember if he even has an adventurous past before he comes to Stars Hollow, or if people (*coughLorelaicough*) just assume that he does because of how he looks. As someone who is (and I don't mean to brag but) often checked out by others, just because you're attractive doesn't mean you are attracted to others. And just because you can play the game doesn't mean you feel the feelings.
Like, I can write romance and smut convincingly and I've never been in love OR wanted to have sex with someone. But I've read a lot and watched a lot and listened to a lot, and we all know that Jess is even MORE pop culture savvy than the majority of people. Of course he can play the part. It's easy. It doesn't mean it's real.
I dunno, I just wanted you to know that I LOVE this headcanon, whether it's serious for you or not, and it's probably gonna change the way I see him (for the better). 💜
Thank you. 🥺 I really appreciate you saying this. And don't let me be a coward and try to pull back from this, because while I DO think the idea has comedic potential, I do also think about it seriously. I'm not MARRIED to the idea (haha), as I kind of hold it in tandem with several other possible readings of the character, but I do think it's both believable and very interesting!
We actually don't know ANYTHING about Jess's past, besides that Liz said he was "staying out late and getting in trouble" or something, and that he knows how to tap a keg. That's IT! And none of that tells us anything about any sexual history or lack thereof! And obviously, that doesn't mean he WASN'T doing anything... but it doesn't mean that he WAS either. Anything is possible and people can imagine whatever they want, is what I'm saying. So yeah... I do think that people (including Lorelai) only assume he has experience because of how he looks (and because he appears to have, uh, good "technique." Haha! But, um, some people are just naturals at picking that up and paying attention to people's reactions). And exactly as you said, "just because you're attractive doesn't mean you are attracted to others." Look at Marilyn Monroe, for example (actually, funnily enough, one of the people who got me thinking about this).
And while I personally think it's entirely likely that he HAS had at least some experience, like you said, that doesn't say anything about how he felt about it. I mean, Paris has canonically had more enthusiastically sexual relationships with men than Jess has had with ANYONE, and yet a lot of people still think it's perfectly believable that she's a lesbian... So I don't see how this is different?
To be clear, I DO think he felt EVERYTHING for and with Rory. But I think it's entirely possible that that was the first time he'd ever really WANTED someone before. I think maybe he doesn't feel it very often, but very intensely when he does. But again, this is just a headcanon. I don't find it morally superior to other people's headcanons, so there's no reason to feel threatened by it. But do I think it's believable? Yeah! Do I think it's interesting? Yeah, I do! I think it's a FASCINATING possibility! DO I also think the idea of him never feeling for anyone else what he felt for Rory is kind of romantic too? YEAH! I DO! Sue me!!! He is a fictional character and I am having fun with this! Other people are free to imagine him differently!
Anyway, it makes me so happy that this has resonated with you and it means so much to me that you would share your thoughts and experiences with me. Thank you so much. 🥺🖤
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blu i need to bitch because this discourse pops up every two months and the tf2 fandom is pissing me off as usual.
someone on twt was bitching about medicpauling because people still take a joke tweet by pinkerton to mean that pauling is a canon lesbian even though valve has never stated that anywhere in the source material whatsoever.
they even said that medic is "heavily implied to be a gay man" and i feel like im going insane bc how did u even come to that conclusion. heavily implied gay where??? who told you this lil bro. if anything he is implied bisexual because the official comic artist drew him with a wife but funny how people always choose to conveniently ignore that. it's giving bi erasure.
ppl just rlly hate bisexuals in general but no one is ready for that conversation.
It's just bi erasure yeah. People do not like us and prefer to pretend we just don't exist. This is coming from a bisexual man who on some days (and quite often) swings full into gay and feels no attraction to anyone who isn't a man. If you're bisexual you're something tainted—look at the concept of gold star lesbians. You're not considered "pure" unless you're a man who's never slept with a woman, or a woman who's never slept with a man. Bisexuals are too close to heterosexual and the queer community hates us for it, so at worst they're extremely biphobic (see the "Straight+" discourse from a few years back where people insisted that bisexuals were just straight people experimenting or some shit) and at best they pretend we don't exist at all 🤷♂️
In my experience gay men don't seem to care much if you've slept with a chick. Lesbians can be fucking vicious though. A lot of them REALLY hate men and any woman who's ever slept with a man is now tainted somehow, even if she's had to sleep with a few men to decide she's a lesbian. It's just radfem/terf shit (you know these are the same lesbians bitching about trans women). To any lesbian who's faced this shit, I am so sorry. Sleeping with men hasn't invalidated you, don't let those kinds of people get under your skin cuz they're not worth your time.
I don't reckon the tweet by Jay was necessarily a joke tweet—I think it's more that he'd like her to be a lesbian, said as much, but he's just one writer on a group project and doesn't speak for Valve. The tweet was deleted and I imagine that was done for a reason—imo it's most likely he caught some flak from Valve for it, whether because it was spoilers on their project or because he was speaking something as canon that they hadn't green-lit.
Medic is implied to be at the least bisexual though yeah—Demo mentions his wife in-game. Artists can draw what they like though, so I'm not taking non-canon art from an artist as canon unless Valve confirms it.
Honestly wish people worried less about "waaaah muh labels" and just enjoyed their ships or shut the fuck up. It's annoying lmao
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The man with the accent.
I hope you enjoy! 🤍🤍
In this imagine your looking for a place to stay when you find no luck Jack saves you from a drunken man as well as offering a place to stay.
I was terribly lost, this small town was bursting at the seams with people and carriages, horses and fruit stands. “Excuse me, can I help you?” A rather short man with short brunette hair, thick sideburns, and a somewhat smug look asked. He wore a tall black hat, with a black jacket and leather gloves to match. A gray button-down suit with a white shirt underneath. A cloth wrapped around his neck, his shoes were nice and polished, he didn’t fit in.
“Well I came here hoping to find shelter, you see I-“
He closed his eyes, shaking his head. “I’m not all worried about that but-“ He paused, pulling a golden-backed pocket watch out of his suit pocket and checking the time.
“You might as well hurry, the men get quite restless.”
He gave a small inconsiderate smile before walking off toward a vendor. I was disgusted, how could someone say such a thing?
The sun had now set, leaving the stars and moon to take the sky. The only light in town came from the old pub in front of me. The only way I was going to find a place to stay was if I went in there and searched for somebody. The only people I had seen come in and out of the place were men.
Walking in, there were plenty of people, some were hollering while others were singing and some were simply enjoying a beer with a friend or two.I noticed the woman serving drinks.
“Excuse me, mam?”
“Oh, hi sweetheart I’ll be with you in just a moment .”
“I was just wondering if you had a place for me to stay. Just for the night.”
“I’m afraid all the rooms are filled.”
I didn’t exactly understand but she wasn’t quite in the talking mood, with the men ordering beers, whiskey, and rum left and right.I walked further into the mess of people feeling awkward and vulnerable.
“Hey, baby. How about you take me back and give me something special.” The man reeked of rum and cigarettes, clutching my arm tightly while stumbling about.
“I’m sorry I think you have the wrong person.” It was more of a question than a statement.
“Oh come on.” He tried tugging me with him to the back of the bar but I resisted, I was thoroughly shocked by his strength.
“Please let me go.” I was trying to be nice but also pleaded with him, attempting to pry his hand off.
“Leave her alone Gale.” This voice was different from any of the others I had heard, it was weird, I had never heard anything like it.
“Oh come on, it's her job.” The man huffed, tightening his grip and tugging on me harder.
“No. Gale, it’s not, this young lady does not work here.” The man with the accent came over loosening Gale’s grip immediately. Gale huffed, taking a look at me and going back to sit down by a small window.
“You can sit with us if you would like.” I followed the man with an accent as he walked over to a small rectangle table pulling a chair over for me. I sat down observing them, one at a time. The man to my left was much older than the Man with the accent, the hair on his head was gone but his beard and mustache still remained.
His natural hair color was breaking through with a bit of gray undertone. His clothes weren’t the nicest I had seen. The vest he wore over top of his stained button-up shirt with several of the buttons missing, was fraying at all the seams, a few tears here and there. The small red piece of cloth he had tied around his neck was faded as was the rest of his clothing. His suspenders holding up his light pants, a button having popped off of those as well.
The man with the accent was handsome, to say the least. His dirty blonde hair was messy from where he continued to run his hand through it while his lips were glossy from the beer in his hand. His brown eyes focused on the table as though he was trying to remember a memory far long gone. He wore a thin shirt, the puffy sleeves rolled up halfway revealing his slender arms and prominent veins. Overtop was a navy buttoned vest. His pants were brown, he wore a piece of cloth around his neck as well. His clothing was far more professional and seemingly new than the other.
“I heard you needed a place to stay. I have a hospital not too far down the street. I'm sure we could spare a room if you would like.” The man with the accent offered.
I wanted to so badly but had to think of those who truly needed that room.
“I greatly appreciate the offer but I’m sure there are plenty of others who need the room.”
“Yes but not currently, If the room is needed we will take you out and place you somewhere else safe.”
Both the men were now standing. Taking a moment to consider I agreed, walking out with the two of them and towards the hospital.
I sat on the small window sill watching the stars and the moon.
“I wouldn’t sit there, it would hurt if you fell.” That accent seemed to shock me each and every time.
��Nah, you think so?” Sarcasm spilling from my mouth.
He shook his head with a small smile. “Here’s some extra blankets it can get quite cold at night, if you need anything more just let me or one of the nurses know.”
I closed the window and latched it, going to help him spread the blankets across the bed.
“Thank you for letting me stay.”
“It’s my pleasure.” He smiled walking over to the door.
“Get some rest, I’ll probably come to check up on you tomorrow.”
I nodded leaving him to close the door and me climb into the bed, all the blankets creating a comforting weight.
There was one last thought on my mind before drifting to sleep. What was his name?
Part 2 is now on my profile.
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Watching Season 4 of Only Murders In The Building. (E8)
Rewatch of ONLY Murders In The Building to prepare for season 4:
<Part I> // <Part II> // <Part III> // <Part IIII> // <Part V> // <Part VI> // <Part VII> // <Part VIII>
<S4 E1> // <S4 E2> // <S4 E3> // S4 E4 // <S4 E5> // <S4 E6> // <S4 E7>
This is no rewatch but my new posts can also easily be blocked because I'll continue to use #OMITBRewatch as a tag. I'll also tag #OMITBS4. While quoting, I use M, O, C for the main characters.
Beware spoilers! (even though it's saturday... I am sick but finally find the time to watch the episode)
S4 E8
Okay, let's go!
I don't think I watched even one Hitchcock movie.
We know how Vince and Richard know Dudenoff but we are still missing the connection to Alfonso, Inez and Ana?
Ah, Helga! Hammy Faye belonged to her?
M: "How do neither of you know how to pop the hood of a car?" O: "Because real men hire other men, Mabel." C: "Triple-A says they're 15 minutes away, and it's good to leave them something to do 's cause it makes 'em happy." Tbf, I have to search for the lever in my car every time I have to pop the hood... but at least I have an idea where it is.
Always the iphone ring tone.
Aw cute Charles and Vance were wordle buddies.
lmao the stars and the originals meet at the set of Charle's apartment instead of Charle's apartment.
Loretta and Oliver are getting married this weekend? That is fast... okay they are old but it's also very fast.
Love how Mabels stare put Zach in his place.
The "Lady Longoria 19-in-1 Multitool." is going to be Checkov's gun, is it not?
Omg. No, Eugene! Don't try to get Charles angry!
Ah! Dudenoff and his wive went to the restaurant owned by Alfonso and Inez.
Alfonso: "Tony Dancer would be an investor."
Love that Rudy is doing the whole monologue when most only do one or two lines.
Dudenoff, being philosophical: "Let me ask you somethin'. If your life were a movie, what would be your happy ending?" Eva, saying what I also thought a moment earlier before I rememberd that Dudenoff is probably not that kind of guy: "And that's when he touched your Santa sack, and you had your 'happy ending.'"
Vince what you describe is depression.
Love that Dudenoff is calling Vince 'kid'.
So, the westies did not do it?
Helga!
C: "You're Helga? I imagined you toothless with a club." WHY CHALRLES?! O: "Disregard him, Helga. His brain is covered with plaque. Please go on." I don't think that is the explaination but okay.
I like Helga. A girl with the dream of bekoming a locksmith since her childhood is something special.
Aw :( why the unneeded sarcasm Helga..? that makes her less sympathetic. But she is a locksmith.
Again the "Perfect Strangers" song.
What I'm confused about is that Helga has such a strong accent when we can assume that she grew up in America. What was she? Dutch? Norwegian? Swedish? I forgot... either way they all learn english very early on too.
lmao Charles folding stuff in the background.
What now?
Where are they?
Did Dudenoff kill himself?
Wow that is harsh... Dudenoff just made everyone accomplices...
I'm not sure the camera would be good enough for that lighting.
okay but who killed Sazz?
Okay... Zach can connect (kiss) Oliver because they are both romantics...
Found families really is a topic in the whole show...
WHO KILLED SAZZ?!?!
What about Howard..?
Suddenly a completely new character?? Or it's Glen.
WAS I RIGHT AND IT'S ABOUT THE STUNTPEOPLE?!
Helga: "She talked about a stuntman on a movie called Project Ronkonkoma."
It's Glen!
Heck. What a twist.
But even if it was Glen who killed Sazz because of something, he would have no reason to stop the OG 3 from making the podcast so there is still a bigger storyline in the background?
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The Time Hesitant // Endgame Blurb ⏳
When Jason knew about the so called time heist, he scoffed at the notion of being able to do such a thing. Build a Time Machine?! To bring everyone back together and return what they lost?
He thought he was having a stroke.
He shook his head ‘no’ as him and Tony shared a few looks. Rei was sitting down on the edge of the steps listening, rolling his eyes. Morgan was in her father’s arms with no real idea of what was happening at the moment, god she was so innocent and kind…
Natasha sighed, as Steve, Scott and others chatted with the group.
//
That same night, Tony was doing the dishes as his uncle sat down sipping a glass of wine. Most of everyone was asleep or awake upstairs, well no Pepper was outside watching the stars for a bit before coming back inside to join them.
“What’s the plan?”
“Hmm?”
“Do you think I should do this?”
“Tony…”
“JJ I need you to be honest with me on this one. What should I do here?”
“Well knowing you, your mind already started tinkering around with the concept since they brought it up..I um..”
“Um what? I need your advice here.”
“…to be honest, I am scared about this situation because what if something goes wrong…I mean, it’s time travel we’re dealing with.”
“It won’t.”
Said a voice, that clearly belonged to Rei who muttered that he couldn’t quite sleep without a glass of water. But they all knew he was thinking about Scotty’s idea from earlier. Both men looked up at him, wanting to search his mind for what he was wondering.
“..it won’t. But yeah, there is a chance that something might switch up on us, even though I am convinced that we can crack this.” Rei said, taking a sip of water noticing the odd looks and added, “What? Any chance to see my friends screw up a time travel machine is a win for me.”
That made Jason crack a smile. Rei could already imagine Natasha, Rochelle, Steve, Rick and even Bruce screwing up Scott’s experimental idea.
Tony already was working on a blueprint in his own head about the traveling equipment and any math he needs to do. He knew his son was thinking the same thing. Hell, he knew Rei misses his boyfriend Peter Parker as well.
Jason spoke up, “Here’s what we can do. Bring back only what we lost, no mirror changes. The Pym Particles are completely separate from our pay rate, so if we mess up, someone could get stuck in the Quantum Mechanics of it all. So have to think wisely about this..”
“We build the equipment needed, like bracelets or something to keep us from slipping or get stuck somewhere..” Rei says, rubbing his hands together having an idea for it.
“Clever! Yeah that can work, and we will need suits for the rest of the gang.” Tony added nodding, “Gentlemen, let’s pack.”
The rest of the night, the trio stayed up late packing up equipment and getting the systems for the machine ready.
However as they hit the jackpot cracking the code, Rei loudly said, “Shit.”
In return a tiny voice repeated his words loudly enough for him and his father to hear, his uncle snorted in surprise as Morgan sat on the step smiling softly. They wondered what was she doing out of bed this late at night, Jason raised an eyebrow at his granddaughter who cheeky smiled. She quickly asked what was going on, resulting in Tony repeating the bad boy and Morgan gave him a look that said ‘Seriously?’
They all took a break as Morgan suggested juice pops, joining in on her idea. Jason was downstairs with Pepper trying to take his mind off things, but he could hear Morgan’s giggle at her big brother and father.
Pepper rubbed his shoulders, “Hey, what’s going on?”
“You know, stuff racking my brain. The usual.” He responded.
“Yeah, you wanna tell me about it?”
He took Pepper’s hand and softly pressed a kiss to her palm, thanking her heart for taking time to listen to him. She smiled at her uncle-in-law and gave his hand a squeeze.
“Just wondering if theses last few years were a hiccup in terms for a bigger plan in mind…I mean, let’s face it, we got lucky here. Many people did not..there are days where I forgot what happened..” Jason said, sighing.
“Because we created a safe space for us to breathe and be away from the city..” Pepper explained with a soft tone, “I think it’s one of the best decisions we ever made to be honest.”
“Tell me about. We’re growing fruits and vegetables outside our window, it’s a blessing…but it doesn’t matter if we’re still missing our family..our friends..”
“I heard what was said outside. It’s a stretch to do that, but it seems worth trying..I miss Liz, Hill and the others, everyone does..”
“And if we fail?”
“At least we know you guys tried..you’re tried, get some rest, please.”
Years ago, he would’ve said he wasn’t tired at all but to be fair, he was exhausted. Jason was exhausted, nervous and overwhelmed by the fact that this might be the craziest thing he has done yet. He was just as sick to his stomach that something might to wrong. He has been time travel movies, he knew something could swing left field and they might have to rehearse things before they jump into those suits tomorrow.
Do a test drive for the machine, make sure everyone was aware of the risks, they have eaten and had enough energy to make this decision work out to their advantage. That meant they would have to hit the books too.
Fingers crossed.
Think positive thoughts.
He said goodnight to Pepper and went off to bed, staring at the ceiling before his eyes drifted off to sleep. He only hoped for the best for this trip, maybe he could even get a good nights rest too…
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1-12 Femme Fatale XD
okey dokey let's do thissssss
1. Why do you like or dislike this character?
I am very neutral on Femme (but leaning towards like!) because, on one hand, I do enjoy the episode that she was in, and I think she was a really fun and unique character, but on the other hand... I mean, it's hard to do much of anything else with her except have her be cranky and misandrist. ☹️ That coupled with the fact that she's, like, one of three female villains in the show is a bit of a bummer.
2. Favorite canon thing about this character?
She would probably hate me saying this, but her outfit is fire and her hair is beautiful. I'm honestly very jealous she can pull that whole look off (even though she apparently stole it... I mean she did it very well!).
3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?
She was just in one episode! 😩 It's like how it bums me out that Sedusa was in, like, what... only three? Poor ladies.
4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?
I dunno, but boy, it would really be interesting to see if they'd even consider bringing her back in any other potential reboots that might pop up... 👀
5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?
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6. What's something you have in common with this character?
There have been occasions where I have cursed the entire population of men under my breath (but, hey, I think that's the sort of thing everyone's guilty of at one point or another, we aren't all perfect). Unlike her though, it's definitely not something that's seriously integrated into my belief system like it is in hers.
...I think we also totally agree that Townsville needs more cool lady villains. 🤣
7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?
...does the fandom really do a lot with her, really? I have seen some really cool fanart/cosplay of her, and I've read a few funny little fanfics she's starred in that were pretty good.
8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?
Maybe underutilizing her? The problem is that she's in an episode that's... well, it's not super controversial or anything, but like I said in my first answer, she just kind of gets pigeonholed into a certain role by the nature of her villain concept. I think a lot of people also misrepresent the episode that she's in and kind of say it's about things that it's not. The world is definitely made up of more shades of gray than in a cartoon show about kindergarteners who fight, but there's still some good stuff you can take away from Equal Fights.
9. Could you be roommates with this character?
I do not think that would work out because she'd probably keep pulling stuff like... continuously missing rent and having some huge sob story about how it was the patriarchy's fault that she couldn't pay it, since that's her usual over-the-top MO in her episode. Left dirty dishes in the sink? "Oh, you want me to clean them up like some submissive 50s housewife?!" Trashed up the bathroom? "Well, be grateful I didn't leave the seat up like some man!" I think I would cry.
10. Could you be best friends with this character?
[imagines the arguments the two of us would most likely get into ten seconds into even meeting each other] ...probably not.
11. Would you date this character?
If I wanted to have one of the most toxic relationships of my life? Yeah, sure. Otherwise, heck no!
12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?
That she and Sedusa are frenemies with a fun-filled but ullllltra toxic relationship where they occasionally go on crime sprees with one another (maybe letting Princess Morbucks tag along now and then) and also argue about the best ways to take advantage of all those idiotic men in Townsville. 😆
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A psychological look at mass hypnosis
There are three key principles in mass hypnosis
1- Distracting visuals (spirals, flashing lights, dancing, erotic imagery) The idea being disctraction of your conscious mind allowing easier access to the subconscious
2- Music. Music is a powerful force for memory, alzheimers patients who don’t even remember their names will remember song lyrics from their childhood. Music acts to connect the message to your long term memory and provide musical triggers for recalling the message. If you examine pop music musically, the most catchy songs not only share the same chords and structure but are also reminiscent of other recognizable songs specifically because they know that makes them stick in your mind more.
3- Repetition. Hypnosis works by suggestion and the principle of if you repeat a lie often enough you start to believe it is at work here.
The idea of these three things working in concert is to convince you that the message is not an idea being given to you but a product of your own thinking. This is why some people are more susceptible than others, some people have a strong internal voice and others have no internal voice at all and are easier to program.
I can’t be the only one who notices that pop music checks all these boxes. Now for arguments sake let’s assume I’m right and pop music is a form of mass hypnosis and that pop stars are just figureheads delivering cultural instructions from the top down to alter behaviour. Start to examine the lyrical content of the music you listened to...especially in the 90′s when this was at its most flagrant...pay attention to the chorus..what is the message they are trying to deliver, and what would be the psychological impact of internalizing that message and accepting it.
This is going to be a weird obscure example but I think its a good one. I came across this super cringe pop song from the 90′s by this act that was only around for a few years Vitamin C. I picked this example because the song didn’t appear all that nefarious, she wasn’t super slutty there were no references to having sex with demons...its probably a song parents would have listened to and approved for their teenage daughters as comparatively wholesome. However the message of the chorus “I aint got nobody that I can depend on, just me myself an I.” was a typical message in music marketted to young girls. The message, which repeated over and over with dancing, and flashing lights was telling girls they can’t trust God, their friends, their family or in particular you can’t trust men.
So what would be the result of internalizing this message. Chronically single women, struggling to support themselves by themselves, being extremely guarded and hostile to people who express an interest. I mean look at people these days...it’s pretty clear that was the message they were raised on. this song is just one example of it.
And we wonder why so many people fall for these feminist talking points despite them being so retarded. This is in many ways self worship which is a very key component of satanism. It’s worth mentioning the same woman was once in a film called the hip hop witch, which is likely not far from the truth. Which all begs the question why would the cultural curators want this message absorbed what do they gain by teaching young girls to keep to themselves. It’s just another prong on the depopulation tool.
Try it for yourself, look at a song that uses catchy repetitive lyrics and is accompaned by lots of distracting visuals and dancing. And imagine the song is trying to convince you of some idea, ask yourself what that idea is and what would it mean to you if you internalized and accepted that message.
This is also one of the reasons tik tok in particular is such a nefarious bit of social media. If you were creating a mass hypnosis app...would you structure it any differently than tik tok? Even the name tik tok evokes the concept of the metronome or the ticking of a clock both auditory and visual triggers common in hypnosis.
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Night World: Spellbinder
Let’s talk about Blaise!
Spellbinder stars the blonde, animal-loving nice witch Thea and her cousin the dark haired seductress Blasie. LJ Smith was clearly revisiting Faye and Diana here, though with Thea being the protagonist she couldn’t be quite as ethereal and perfect as Diana.
Blaise is very much Faye. She is described like a lioness, dark haired and curvy, able to get guys just by existing. And then she convinces her crowds of paramours to do more and more extreme things to prove their love. Guys ditch their girlfriends, give up treasured possessions, and commit crimes for her sake. And Blaise’s attention leaves them damaged. One of her past followers turns up in a horror scene in the book and his mind was clearly broken by his experience with Blaise. Another ex tried to burn down the school to prove his love.
Blaise says, “When they give in completely there’s a ‘pop’ like a balloon breaking…. And after the pop, they just kind of collapse, and everything they are, their whole self, just sort of pours out in this internal hemorrhage. And after that, of course, they’re useless. Like a stag that’s too old to mate. they’re just—over.”
It seems like Blaise is just talking emotion here, not magic. I don’t think she’s sucking the boys’ souls to fuel her spells or anything, she just likes ruining lives. And ye gods Ms. Smith is a weird writer. You can just tell she really imagined herself into the emotions inside Blaise’s terrible brain, it’s amazing. Ms. Smith is no Pratchett, nobody is, she’s no Garth Nix, but she’s got something.
There is one moment that hints that Blaise might be unhappy with her life of being awful. A boy grouchily asked, “What do you want?” and Blaise is momentarily taken aback and says, “Nothing I can have.”
What could it be that she wants? I assume in Ms. Smith’s mind this is a hint that deep down Blaise wishes she could experience actual love, with a partner who loves her for herself rather than being blinded by her sex appeal. Maybe by pushing her followers to more extreme acts of devotion Blaise is hoping to find one who stands up to her and can be her equal. But if that’s the case, why is she chasing human boys rather than witch boys?
Spellbinder tells us that witches in the Night World tend female. “More girl babies are born and more survive to grow up.” so every make witch has plenty of female witches interested in him. Maybe Blaise with all her beauty and charm can’t compete. Or maybe male witches can see that she is in fact a horrible person and run like hell.
But there’s another possibility. Blaise wears a tuxedo to the school dance. This isn’t proof of anything; straight girls can wear tuxedos too, and Blaise is very clearly out to seduce boys in her red silk bow tie and cummerbund. But is it possible that what she really wants, and can’t have, is a female partner?
This was 1996 when being gay was not accepted like it is today, but I would think it would be accepted among witches. “Sisterhood is the strongest bond there is—for a witch.” And if there are more women than men and the Night World witches tend to see humans as vermin so it makes sense to pair up between themselves. So why would Blaise think she could never date a girl?
One possibility is that witches need to marry other witches to have witch babies. We never really learn how the magic is passed down and there are definitely some witches with lots of human ancestors, but maybe you’re more likely to get a baby witch out of two parent witches. Which would make it more sensible to detach biological parenthood and active parenthood, let witches choose a bio-dad and a father for their children separately, live in mom-munes or harems, all kinds of unconventional families… all of which are too wild for 1996.
The other possibility I thought of is that witches could have a “hetero only” rule to stay under the radar in human society. Being different could get you noticed and that could get your magic noticed. Maybe some witch once delivered magical justice on some bigot and almost revealed the whole Night World. Witches go to great pains to hide their magic; familiar animals have been outlawed so outlawing unusual relationships makes sense.
I don’t really think Ms. Smith meant for Blaise to be gay. I think she was aiming for hetero and leaving things vague in case Blaise got her own book later. But I do think Blaise being gay is a valid headcanon if that’s the way you want to go. Blaise never did get her own book so her fate is left to our imagination.
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Ohhhh where do u think both bradley’s n reader’s careers were six years ago?? Aside from bradley being a prat 😭 idk if u are familiar with the bundesliga too but i used to be a big fan of james rodriguez when he player for bayern n i remember him being on the bench for LONG periods of time, n im pretty sure he was vocal about his frustration but dont quote me on that. Do you think smth similar happened to bradley?? He being kept off the field and on the bench n stuff. Has he been in any other club? Leagues perhaps??
Also funny thought that came to my mind is carmy n footballer!bradley existing in the same universe just for the levis collab bye.
ohhhh you’re onto something here babe 👀 im not all that familiar with james rodriguez or bundesliga but this is v v interesting!
footballer!bradley is somewhat based off of aaron ramsey, who has one of the best comeback stories ever. he was a rising star until he suffered a terrible injury that put him out for over a year and i can imagine bradley going through something like that?? (probably not as bad bc ramsey’s broken leg was HORRIFIC. seriously. look it up at your own discretion.)
six years ago, bradley was on top of the world. he scored the winning goal in the FA Cup, and was one of the most consistent players in the team (especially through a very difficult season). like errbody be worshipping the ground he walks on and lauding him as the club savior. he tries not to let it get his head but it did a little bit. and then, one game, he went down with a torn ACL and it put him out for a while, and when he does get back on the pitch, he wasn’t the same and he was terrified that he would never be. he’d be loaned out somewhere to get some playing time, and i quite like the idea of him playing in germany… i somehow feel like he would fit there (maybe werder bremen? or köln?). and it pissed him off to get sent to germany and having to earn his spot back in the starting squad, but it humbled him and made him work even harder in the end.
meanwhile, six years ago, reader is on a whole shift of her own. she released an album that shows she’s not a kid anymore and SHE FUCKS!!! think “reputation” but with a hint of renee rapp’s theater girlie pop 🤭 I won’t give too much away, but she was in a rebellious phase where she’s going out with some questionable men and taking up, well, questionable vices 👀
so, long story short, they’re both bummed they didn’t meet each other years sooner, but also grateful bc they would’ve tried to kill each other then 😜 lollll
#oooo i went on a complete tangent there#i hope i still make sense lol#bradley bradshaw#footballer!bradley#ask ava
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